Martin Pratt

[Martin Pratt]

The easy S T U F F . . .

Name: Martin Alexander Pratt
Nickname: Dragon.
Age: Twenty-six
Member Group: Security guard (is that allowed?)
Power(s): Ladies and Gentlemen, meet a genuine fire breather. No; yes, I am quite serious. This man has a third lung, situated tightly between his normal ones, this lung produces and secretes a liquid that when met with oxygen, it ignites. So, when this lung is open and he exhales, his mouth fills with this liquid, and he can either choose to swallow it back into his lung (because it might explode if met with his stomach acid) or he can spit it or spray it or shoot it through a straw. Side effects include, burns, indigestion, heart burn, extra high temperatures, chapped lips and singed eyebrows.
Play By: Channing ****ing Tatum

Let it F L O W . . .

"Hi son."

"Mom!"

"Hi baby, how are you?"

"I'm doing alright. Janine and Carl are being really nice, they bought me a bicycle for my birthday."

"Did they?! That's really nice of them. How is your sister?"

"She keeps asking about you...wants to know when you are coming to get us."

"I know baby. I can't yet."

"I know mom. I know."

"I love you baby, could you put Janine or Carl on the phone?"

"Love you too mom...."

The Pratt family lived quite easily for some time. Julian Zimmer-Pratt was a trustfund baby and her husband Lucas Pratt was easy off as a small business owner. After car accident when Martin was six and baby Lea was just two years old, Lucas lost his twin brother and business partner. His depression of losing his lifelong best friend had negative effects all around. Martin became more aggressive because his father was more aggressive and Julian had to pick up a lot of slack and still manage to raise the baby.

It wasn't really long until Lucas became violent, and it wasn't long after that that Julian killed him. Martin and Lea were thankfully not home, but away on a trip with their grandparents Gran and Pa Zimmer. There were no witnesses and no evidence proving that Lucas had initiated the fight and Julian got time in jail. Martin and Lea went into the care of Janine and Carl, their godparents, and only got to talk to their mom rarely. They were never told she was in jail, or that she killed their father.

Their grandparents told them that he got called away because of his job.

When Martin turned fourteen, he finally got Carl to tell him what happened to his parents, and why he hadn't seen either of them in eight years. You can imagine how the boy took the news. And it was on this tragic day that his power manifested and he set his bedroom drapes on fire.

Hammel came and picked him up a few days later.

Martin considered his entire family a traitor because they never told him what happened, Lea, he could understand because she was so little at the time and still too little. But he felt betrayed because after all those years, they just kept pretending his dad was away on business, and Mom was with him. He was most upset to find that his mother, his own mother, had been in prison since he was six, and wouldn't get out until he was almost thirty!

His time at Hammel was an escape from that world and he took advantage of it. The only person he contacted in his family was his sister, and he refused to talk to Janine or Carl if they answered the phone. Over the years at Hammel, he gained better control over his fire breath and was able to use it easily and without incident. All he had to do was learn out to work the muscle of his third lung and remember spit fast and spit all of it.

After he graduated, he didn't really have a...plan. College was lined up for him, but he didn't know what he wanted to do with his life. He visited his sister, who grew up to be a fantastic soccer player, and he spent a lot of time with her. After that summer was over, he had planned to go to college, but a military recruiter got to him and he signed his life away for four years. He had nothing better else to do, right?

It was a hard four years, being deployed to war twice and everything. But he survived and kept his meta-ness a secret. Which was a good thing, because he overheard many different conversations about meta were abominations and whatnot. Martin didn't associate with those guys who thought as much, and skated through without bringing much attention to himself.

And then his contract was up. Here we have this twenty-two year old fresh out of the military with a few war scars and some faint PTSD without a career plan. What did he do? He went back to Hammel and asked to be a security guard. He was pretty good with being on post, after all.

Behind the M A S K . . .

Name:Nana!
Age: seventeen
RP Experience: for forever and ever
How did you find us?:at one time it was an ad.

Show your S K I L L S . . .

"You're such a child." Her voice was teasing, but he knew better. She was serious about his immaturity streak. He didn't really care, particularly. It was his house that he paid for after all. That made him pretty grown up in his book.

"Sooo?" He replied. She narrowed her eyes at him and chucked the love seat pillow at him, which knocked the playstation controller from his hand. Her made a face at her and picked up the controller and the pillow, and stuffed the pillow next to his leg on the recliner.

"Will you at least put some pants on? It's one in the afternoon."

"It's my day off, woman, sheesh." He narrowed his eyes back at her and she finally relaxed against the couch, and looked at the screen.

"What game are you playing?"

"Viva Pinata." He replied with what dignity he could have over owning and enjoying such a game. She laughed at him.

"And I am the baby of the family?" She asked running her fingers through her hair. Martin rolled his eyes.

"Well yeah, you don't even own a car yet."

"Neither do you!"

"I have a motorcycle!"

"And a big head!"

"My head is not that big!"

"Yeah it is!"

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

Martin loved his sister.

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