William Harvey
May 3, 2011 18:07:28 GMT -5
Post by William Harvey on May 3, 2011 18:07:28 GMT -5
The easy S T U F F . . .Name:William Perceval Harvey
Nickname:Will, Willy, Percy
Age: Thirty Five
Member Group:Teacher/Trainer
Power(s):Summoning Capabilities
William can summon any object within a reasonable size, by drawing up it's matter out of the air. He typically needs to have felt the object before or an object similar unless it is in a desperate emotional situation that allows him to use enough energy that will take the image in his mind and force it into matter.
He can also send objects back, but it takes an incredible amount of energy and concentration to do so. In other words, he wouldn't worry about getting rid of objects in the middle of a fight.
Play By:Alexis DenisofLet it F L O W . . .The Basic Rundown:
General Appearance:
Well Williams' general appearance is not all that impressive. He dresses like your average man, wearing proper dress shirts on the job, with no colors that stand out to much or would be considered a distraction and he typically wears some matching dress pants. Sometimes he might wear some cargo pants but then that really just depends on the shirt he decides to wear. He generally wears contact lenses instead of his glasses since he finds that glasses are more of a hassle then anything else. He always ends up losing them or breaking them and in order to avoid that he invested in several pairs of contacts a few years ago.
Should one want to know about his physical build..Well, they would probably be just as disappointed. The only thing remotely striking about him is his height, since he stands at about six foot two, but then that isn't all that impressive since he's not really the type of guy who demands all that much of a presence. His hair is rather short in a lame sort of fashion, typically messy and unruly unless he is at some kind of special occasion or the likes. It is a deep brown color that is often mistaken for black, though due to the shade of it, it manages to bring out the dark blue color of his eyes.
His build is also not very impressive, but then what would you expect from a guy his height? It is after all harder to pack on either muscle or fat onto a taller and lankier frame. That is not to say that he is very skinny. In fact he is more in the middle then anything. His arms, are well defined at a close inspection and you will find that though his skin is soft, it isn't flabby and is certainly nothing to scoff at.
Now how about his face? Well, he has a rather sharp and interesting face, one that is often associated with the British for those that have a trained eye. His cheek bones can bee located at a glance and his face often has a very tired and weary look to it. Due to a recent diagnosis with Bell's Palsy, his face can look unemotional sometimes. Or part of it anyway. Due to a traumatic shock to the head, he has been left without the control of his muscles in the left side of his head. He has received medication and treatment for it though, and he is able to control it to a certain extent on his better days.
Personality:
First of all, you must understand that William is an introverted person by nature. He does not wish to ostracize anyone or alienate anyone. He only wishes to keep certain things to himself and he is not always comfortable with talking to people about things. Should, you be one of his close friends then maybe he might open up to you and talk to you more. It wouldn't hurt to try after all would it? He's not a violent person or an unsociable person. In fact he's a very friendly man in his own way. He is always listening to others and he cares a lot about how other people feel. He just does not always show it so much. Yes, this is a character flaw that he wants to work on, but it can be hard for him to change sometimes.
Some people will not always understand that whoever. That means that yeah, he'll have some people who just don't like him. Many would avoid even talking to him because they think that he is so anti-social. He's not exactly the brightest in the crowd either in terms in terms of personality. Many people would simply ignore him if they saw him in a room, or out for a walk. This might not seem to bother him, but it actually leaves him feeling somewhat depressed and alone. After all, you'd be sad to if you didn't have any friends right?
On that note, yes, William is a very kind and caring man. In fact one could go as far as to say that he goes out of his way to make sure that other people are happy. Though, he may not say much about a situation, he will probably try and find a way to do something to help you. Why won't he say anything about it? Well, it's because Willy here does not like it when people act to kind towards him and he detest the idea of someone else feeling like they are in debt to him? So, have a missing puppy? Chances, are he'll put up posters around town for it. Need something? You'll find it on your doorstep the next morning. And pretty much everything he does, he does for purely altruistic reasons. He never expects anything for what he does and he'd actually prefer it if he didn't get anything in return.
However this sometimes means that he gets involved in this he shouldn't get involved in. He'd rather not speak to anyone about his plans which means that if his solution to a situation backfires then he might end up causing some trouble. After all when someone sticks their nose into somethings that they shouldn't then don't you think that they might end up upsetting someone. Him helping someone might not even take a turn for the negative, yet it could still be rather unwanted. Some people don't necessarily trust him all that much because of this, even though they would like to let him know what's going on, they fear that he'll end up getting involved.
Did I happen to mention that William is also a gentlemen? Yep, that's right. William here is what a woman would call a night in shinning armor. In a purely non romantic sense of course. He thinks that woman deserve to be treated like, well...Woman. The proper treatment of a lady is important to him, since he was raised in a house hold where he was told that on a day to day basis. So what id he's not actually gonna get married? That doesn't mean that he still can't care about women. He's the kind of guy who will go out of his way to open a door for a woman and make sure that he stands until they are seated.
Yet, that might leave one to wonder. If William treats women so well then why isn't he going to get married? Well, William realized as he got older that he didn't really like girls like all the other boys his age did and he felt a little alienated because of that. He never bothered to tell anyone, but as it turned out, he was gay, something that he found out much later in life, (early twenties?) when he fell in love with one of his best guy friends. It would suffice to say that the story between those two did not end well, and in fact ended in a lot of name calling and a near fistfight. This caused William to be very self conscious about who he is and has had him hiding his sexuality away from the world.The Flashback:1
"Mr.Harvey I would advise that you calm down this instant, no one here wants to hurt you."
The young, wiry boy continued to back away, his feet grasping clumsily against the carpeted floor of the office. His lawyer could not calm him down for the life of him, and his mother and father had not wished to be present for the meeting.
"He's right, you did ask for proof after all.",
The older woman gave a shrug of her shoulders as she defused the flame that she had created in her hand just a moment before, a young William Harvey had been shocked and scared but what he had just seen.
"Y-yes, b-b-but I d-didn't think that you...."
The boy could do nothing but stutter as he looked frantically from the lawyer to the woman. She wasn't normal, she was some kind of freak. Doing....that! That couldn't have been normal.
"William, please we are here to help you, you need not fear us. Were like you, we can help you."
Never.......
"Your not! Don't say that! Y-your nothing like me!"
This time when he backed up, he felt the wall make harsh contact with his back.
"William, making a gun appear out of thin air...That's not normal for most people is it?"
The boy shot the lawyer an angry glare and felt his fram tremble, he wasn't a freak. T-that never happened. It had to be some kind of bad dream or something.
"Your crazy!"
The accusation seemed to go unheeded as the woman took a step forward and placed a hand on his shoulder. He closed his eyes and felt the images rush back to him.
The events that happened only a few nights earlier still rocking him to his core. He had been in the courtroom, being drug away by a large bailiff, when he had felt something in his hand. He remembered the scream after a moment and he remembered looking down and seeing the heavy gun in his hand.....
He looked into the eyes of the older woman before him, and he felt a wave of trust wash over him. Maybe she wasn't normal, but then neither was he was he? He remembered the way the gun felt in his hand. One minute being there and the next minute gone.
He gave a deep breath and gave the woman a weak smile. They could work this out right? She could show him what it was like to have a control over these things...2
"Come on fight back!"
"Don't take that!"
"Oh he's scared!"
A crowd could be seen gathered around the courtyard of the Hammel Institute that warm spring morning. The sounds of jeering teens could be recognized from a mile away and strangely no teachers came to break up the madness.
"Come on then Will! Get up! Fight like a man!"
His opponent jeered at him, the boy, looking five years older yet old three years dumber, jabbed his thumb into the chest of the fallen boy.
"Your just a punk that's why you won't fight me."
The last jab of the grubby digit sent William into a flurry of rage and he got up, wildly lunging for the older boy and wincing as he was thrown to the ground and the older boy, making a long hunting knife appear out of no where.
"Woah!"
Someone in the crowd sounded a little scared and the sounds of a silent crowd could now be heard as William got up and quickly summoned a small shield. He wasn't going to get beaten like this.
"Your so frigging lame Harvey! You walk up in here and think your so big and bad, but your not!"
The boy struck the shield with a fierce blow and William stumbled backwards.
That's what the whole fight had been about. This guy hadn't liked the fact that William could do what he did. Joesph thought that he was so cool because he make weapons and other stuff appear. It had gotten him a whole lot of attention sure, but when William came around Joseph became old news.
No one cared anymore about what he could do. They would rather see the new kid do it. This new kid that could summon more then just weapons. He could summon flowers for the girls and nicknacks and things that amazed the boys.
"Your just mad!"
The smaller boy shoved forward with his shield to knock back the bigger one, but Joseph just grabbed the little copper shield, throwing William to the ground and swiftly kicking him in the ribs...Hard.
"Oh come on!"
A boy's cry could be heard from the crowd as Joseph jumped onto the smaller boy and kicked him repeatedly in the ribs.
William tried to roll away but stopped shortly when he felt a searing pain in his back. Someone screamed in the crowd and he quickly tried to scramble away and he felt the weight of the boy over him moving away.
He didn't remember anything after that....Not until he woke up in the hospital ward and was told about what happened. About getting stabbed, and the relief he felt when he was told that Joseph would be suspended.
"I'd never do that to someone."
He spoke the words to the nurse who stitched up the gash in his back, and remembered the look of pride she gave him.
"That's right, you should never use your powers to hurt someone William."
And he remembered that, for the rest of his life....
3
William sat on the old wooden park bench, busy reading a paper. His eyes were carefully scanning the page as he read about a "scandal" in which a boy set a house on fire. They said it was arson and that it was shocking that a boy so young could do something so cruel. Yet, the twenty six year old knew better then that. It was a meta-human, just like him who had done this. After working with the Hammel Institute for a year he knew the signs and he knew a little bit about the recruiters. They would no doubt handle the boy themselves if he wasn't already on their file system.
They had found him rather quickly after all, when he first got his powers. Of course his first time summoning had been a disaster. It had been a courtroom for a juvenile detention system.
He had been only twelve years old when he had been accused of attempted murder. And it had not been pretty. He had moved to America only a few months before it happened. He and his relatively new friend had gotten into a fight in the yard, he had been pushed to the ground out of nowhere and he thought it had been done with malicious intent. Of course with boys being boys, the two got into it and next thing you knew they were fighting. Before William even knew what had happened, he had a small knife in his hand and he accidentally slashed the boy's face in an attempt to get up.
Next then you know he was in a very public trial in which he ended up summoning a gun. Needless to say, the Hammel Institute managed to intercept him before he really got nailed with anything.
There he learned to control his powers. It had been a great experience aside from a select few occasions. It had not been a pretty sight when he got stabbed one day and it had been even worse when he accidentally hurt one of his instructors. Though all in all it had been a good experience.
"Hey Harvey!", a familiar voice called.
The English man's head snapped up and he gasped as he saw a familiar face. It was Ryan, Ryan Murdoch, brother to his old enemy Joseph Murdoch. Ryan had never been as mean as his brother, mainly because he was older, but he had done his fair share of heckling William when he was in school.
"R-right...Ryan wasn't it?", his voice was calm though his fingers clenched the paper.
Ryan Murdoch was not someone to mess with, the man had super strength and he knew that Ryan could break him into pieces if he wanted to.
"Your teaching at Hammel now right?", the words sounded friendly enough and he wore a welcoming expression on his face.
Though William was still cautious he gave the man an odd look. How could he know that? He knew that he wasn't the only one from his class teaching there, after all there was a woman that he knew from back in the day. Was Ryan friends with her? He wondered as he closed the paper.
"I am...", he replied simply. "How uh...How do you know about that?"
"I have a nephew who goes there.", Ryan replied with a shrug.
"He can summon things like you can, like my brother could. And he mentioned your name a few times over the year, Mr.Harvey...I asked him for a description and it seemed close enough. A skinny guy with glasses? With a dorky expression on his face all the time? It was only one person in my mind.", Ryan gave a laugh and shoved his hands into his pockets.
"Well, yeah I guess so.", William took off his glasses and cleaned them with his shirt. He couldn't quite look at Ryan and he knew that it just wasn't because he could break him in half if he wanted to.
"What are you up to these days?", he asked politely staring intently at a speck on the lenses.
"Oh in between jobs and the like. I was a cop for a minute, but I'm thinking about teaching at Hammel myself.", Ryan looked at William curiously wondering why he looked so scared of him.
William nodded and put on his glasses again, looking up at the sky and squinting as he did so.
"Oh! Well that's....Nice.", he said simply. He really couldn't see a Murdoch boy teaching a bunch of young meta-humans.
"I'm not Joseph you know....I'm not a psycho like he was.", the first part was spoken with a stern honesty while the whole thing about being a psycho was meant just to ease the air.
"I didn't think---", but William was quickly cut off.
"It's evident in the way your acting, you did the same thing in school. It's alright man, I'm not gonna try and kill you or anything.", Ryan went and sat down next to Alex, propping a leg up on his knee and wearing a large grin.
"I suppose not...", William muttered, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Ryan's laugh could be heard throughout the park and the two began to catch up on old times.
4
Training sessions were exhilarating to say the least. They required an extensive amount of energy and a crazy amount of endurance to put up with these kids. Of course that was really only to be expected. After all these kids had a bunch of crazy super powers. From super strength, psychokinesis, telekinesis and teleportation. William had been training these kids for years and was therefore used to pretty much anything. Of course there were surprises now and then, some things that you would never expect and you had to adapt in the best way possible. Even today something happened that William had never expected and he needed to do his best to help the now crying child.
The training session had started out like they did everyday. He had a small group of students, one of his favorite groups because of the way the kept him on his toes and the way that there powers were a lot more compatible with his own. He had been putting the students through a group exercise, a theoretical free for all of sorts. Each student had to fend for themselves while trying to eliminate the other from the "battle". He had been in the fight as well, not really trying to eliminate anyone so much as keeping them alert and on their toes.
He managed to create little diversions in battle, such as summoning a bo-stick in the middle of battle to unbalance them with a few quick swipes or kicking them swiftly in the backs of their legs. His gauntlets kept him in the game, allowing him to deflect the blows and still keep his powers open to summoning other important objects. It would suffice to say that all of the students were able to hold their own in the fight. He had dismissed them all and was cleaning up, when one of his students had stayed back to talk to him. A young girl, maybe only 15 or 16? She had the ability to control plants, something that he knew she wasn't really to keen about.
"Professor Harvey.", she asked quietly.
William turned to look at her and gave her a warm smile.
"Yes, Ms.Dean?", his tone was welcoming and his face was inviting showing that he was more then ready to listen to what she had to say.
"I-- I was just wondering about the training...I feel useless when we train, everyone else can do something useful like create fire, or create vortexes and stuff, but I--I can't really do anything here.", her voice was uncertain and he wondered if it was the fear of pestering him.
"Evelyn, your powers are more useful then you think they are, your just in the right environment for them. An indoor plant or two might not do you any good, but perhaps working outside might? Have you ever really explored your potential?", he raised his glasses as they spoke to keep them from slipping down his face.
"Not really. I mean, I do some stuff like out and about, but I've never practiced in a fight.", she hung her head, no doubt wondering if she should have.
"Well that's that bad is it? If you applied what you've done on your own to a battle you could probably do some pretty amazing stuff. I know some students with powers similar to yours you know.", he scratched his chin for a moment in thought.
"How about we do some practicing outside? We could work together to see what you can and can't do with plants.", he drew up a chair and sat down, one knee up and his hand resting on it, the other under his chin.
"Could we do that?",she asked hopefully.
"I mean I know I could probably do it on my own, but I think It'll help if I have someone there with me."
William gave her a smile and a nod as he made the gauntlets on his hands disappear.
"Of course love.",he told her with a smile. He was more then willing to help any student who came to him for help even if it wasn't his area of expertise.Behind the M A S K . . .Name: Watcher Mag or just Mag
Age:Mid-late teens
RP Experience:Three years
How did you find us?:Scrolling around for a good site on caution *i think*Show your S K I L L S . . .
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I gave two to show that the length and style completely depends on the thread and role play
Lazarus watched with a look of utter calm on his face as the man moved his hand from the gun. The simple gesture making a wave of relief wash over his mind. Even though the man probably couldn't hurt him with that useless hunk of metal, it would make things so much easier if the two of them were calm. Calm minds and calm bodies made for a better conversation. Not that this conversation necessarily promised anything meaningful. After all, think about it. What sort of good could come from talking to this man? This simple mortal who probably could not fathom the depths of his abilities? Necromancy was not something that was easily understood by simple minded people, those with dull and mundane imaginations, and to Lazarus you couldn't get any more simple minded then a human. Those pitiful bags of flesh didn't know what was going on around them half the time. It was humorous to a point when you really thought about it. These humans had managed to thrive for so long without a basic understanding of what really went on behind the scenes.
Lazarus watched as the man moved his hands to his hips, noticing the blue eyes moving back and forth between himself and the dead man that he had next to him. He cocked his head to the side slightly watching the mortal, waiting for him to speak. Slowly starting to wish he was somewhere else. He felt his stomach tighten and knot up as he started to wonder just what was going on here. The more he thought about it the more he realized it couldn't have been good. And then something dawned on him. This man must have followed him around. There was no way this was some sort of random questioning. He head tilted even more to the side as the man started to speak.
"There have been reports--a lot of reports--coming in that you've been running around raising the dead wherever you go."
The statement made Lazarus' lips curl upward into a smile. A grin of sorts that was rather reminiscent of a smug Cheshire cat. He knew that this was not something that was considered normal among these human beings, he knew that there had been whisperers and rumors of other things that had been going on. Involving hell and heaven and everything else. His eyes widened slightly with interest, the grayish blue tint regarding the man with some amusement.
"And a lot of those people calling in are telling us that you're the one and only Lazarus, the man resurrected by Jesus."
At that Lazarus couldn't stop the loud chuckle that erupted from his throat. The low sound ringing throughout the cemetery, getting higher in pitch by the second. He tried to contain his laughter by covering his mouth, staying upright on the gravestone as he doubled over slightly. Well there was no denying that fact, after all what was the point in lying when he could just incite a riot or something. He knew something like that could probably incite a nation into war just based off of their religious beliefs.
Lazarus wiped a stray tear from his eye and listened as the man started to speak again, careful not to seem too rude, after all bad manners got you nowhere in life.
"He was shot in an alleyway late last night. His death is an ongoing investigation. I'm in charge of the case."
Ah of course. The truth as to why he was being stopped told in it's entirety. Some poor humans thought that the lord of the dead was walking around, unbeknown to them that he was a worthless villain who used the dead for his own devices and apparently Lazarus had stoled a body that had been accounted for.
He cleared his throat and played with the cuffs of his jacket for a moment.
"Well..I'm not gonna lie to you love....I am Lazarus in the flesh. Resurrected by that selfish bastard and cursed into a lifetime of limited bodily functions.", , which was very true. After all think about it. He was undead, his heart didn't beat and his blood flowed extremely slow. He was void of all bodily functions involving the projection or consumption of anything fluid.
His hand tightened around the dead man next to him protectively and he tilted his head back slightly, almost in a challenging way.
"And well...as for your friend. I'm sorry to hear that, but as of this morning he's my friend. I couldn't let a pretty face like this go no could i?", he smirked at the man and ran a finger along the jaw of the dead companion of his face turned to face him.
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Nothing was better for the mind and the body then a good rejuvenation. No one could just keep going at one hundred percent all the time after all. They had to slow down and actually enjoy life, or else you would end up wearing yourself out and doing a half ass job at what ever it is that you really want to do. Kat learned this a while ago from her sister but she never believed it. After all, what good could the word of some teen-age time bomb prove to be? Well, it seemed as of late as Katniss grew more and more weary that she had to do something, and the nagging conversation came back to haunt her. Of course, Katniss couldn't just take what she had been told at face value, she assumed that there had to be some kind of hidden agenda after all for trying to get her out of the house, so she made sure that her sister wouldn't get into any kind of trouble before heading out to the club. So after a rather tiresome safe lock, Kat decided to get out of the apartment and go have some fun.
Now it had been quite some time since she had actually went out for the night so she wanted to make sure that she was prepared. She found the cutest outfit that she could in this weather, a long sleeved silk black shirt with a nice white jacket and a pair of cream colored capri's with a pair of matching black gladiator sandals. Ok, so she might end up being a little chilly out there? Who cared? She didn't plan on standing around outside all night did she? Katniss grabbed her keys and made her way down the street, cautious of robbers or anyone else who might want to do her harm at this time of night. She was grateful when she rounded the corner and found the little night club that she had been looking for. It was one that the blonde had never been to before but she had seen it in passing a lot on her way to the university and she knew that some of her friends knew people that went there.
The bouncer let her in without a problem and she slipped inside, immediately feeling the warm air hit her face. It was dark here at the entrance and pretty much the same throughout the whole club, except for the dance floor and the bar which seemed to be bright only because of the proximity it had to said dance floor. She quickly moved off to the side, so that she didn't get in anybody's way and she noticed a metal staircase that led up to a balcony, she decided to make her way up there so that she could observe the rest of the club for a little bit. A waitress was coming down the stairs as she went and she quickly offered an apology, mentally kicking herself in the event that any cute guy had seen her do that. The last thing Katniss wanted was some cute guy thinking she was a klutz. At the top of the balcony she noticed several little tables with stools around them, so she took off her jacket and placed it on a table towards the back, as she leaned over the railing and looked down at the dance floor, her blonde hair framing her face as she did so.
