Thomas Lajoie
Jul 11, 2011 18:36:01 GMT -5
Post by Thomas Lajoie on Jul 11, 2011 18:36:01 GMT -5
[/i][/size][/right]The Basics
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Name: Thomas Jean Lajoie (Pronounced Toe-mah Lajwah)
Nicknames: Toe, mostly.
Age: 21
Orientation: Homosexual
Desired Rank/Job: Trainer in training? Training Assistant?
Powers: Hemokenisis
Put simply, Thomas has the ability to control the movement of blood. An understanding of his powers can be divided into two, based on the location of the blood he is working with/his intention with the substance.
Internal Manipulation
Thomas has the ability to move the blood inside a living organism in different ways, so long as there is an opening to the blood vessel (a cut, nosebleed, etc). He can easily effect the speed at which the blood moves through the body, allowing increased muscle performance due to high amounts of oxygen transportation, or slow it to cause a sense of dizziness. This can also make people feel nervous, and cause panic attacks if the pulse is quickened at a formidable speed. With considerably more focus, he can cause blood to pool in certain areas, or restrict it from others. He could restrict the blood flow to the feet and legs to cause numbness, for example. Because there is a heart in control, Thomas does not need to move to use this ability. In fact, he sort of syncs his heart to an individuals, and in a lesser extent, is effected the same way. For example, if he were to restrict an individuals circulation so as to numb their legs completely, his would have intense pins and needles, without losing full feeling. This takes more focus when a target is in motion. Thomas can sense blood if it is near - both inside an outside humans - and can often feel people's pulses from a distance.
External Manipulation
Thomas can also manipulate blood outside a living target, or inside a target who is no longer living. Think: blood not being controlled by a pumping heart. Thomas, in a sense, becomes the heart of this blood, and uses body to manipulate it’s motion. Through what looks like (and often is) dance or gymnastics, Thomas can use blood to create a whip, control blood in a flow so sharp it could cut, or return it to a body through a wound in the event of injury. Thomas must move to do this, and if physically restricted, he is unable to manipulate blood that is not flowing. He can pull blood from a wound with this ability, but he cannot manipulate blood inside a closed circuit. Blood soaked items, like cloth or paper, can be moved through use of this ability as well. He can run blood along/toward non-absorptive items, but never lift them or control their motion aside from that caused by the impact of the blood.
Prolonged manipulation of blood causes very high blood pressure for Thomas, as his blood responds to his ability. This ends up causing intense migraines, blurry vision, and nausea. In extreme cases, the cost for manipulating the lifeblood of others is enough to cause heart palpitations. If Thomas was to focus on too many things at once he risks causing his own heart to stop, or his brain to haemorrhage.
Play By: Brandon Urie
The Details
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Daaaark Brown
Any Piercings? Nope
Any Tattoos? A Fleur De Lis on his back
Any Scars? His feet are pretty mangled
General Appearance:
Luckily for Thomas, he has some natural good looks working for him, because if beauty was determined by the amount of effort you put into your personal appearance, he’d be one ugly brother trucker.
His hair is always short enough to stay out of his eyes and to keep from having a mullet, but too long to look professional in any circumstance. It is a dark brown, same as both his parents, and tends to get a bit wavy in enough humidity. It’s lighter than his eyes, though, which are very dark. In most lighting, one would struggle to tell where his pupil stopped and iris started, leaving him with a beady-eyed hamster kind of look.
He’s lacks any hamster-esque pudge though, considering the effect of years of ballet and circus training. Valuing flexibility over lone strength, his muscles are long and lean. His core and appendages are tight to his bones, but they can take considerable extension. His back is the only truly remarkable part of his body, thanks to a tattoo he got after his eighteenth birthday. From his shoulders to the small of his back, a solid black Fleur de Lis stretches across his finely visible muscles. The tip of the symbol rests between two back dimples evenly.
His stature is only ay 5”6, not nearly tall enough to have been successful in ballet, but it helped him a lot in circus school. Between these two activities, his feet have taken a cruel beating. His arches are high, and the bones in his feet are clearly visible. His toes sit at jarring angles and there is normally some sort of abrasion on his feet from practice. Hardly remarkable, but pleasant looking enough to catch some gazes here or there.
Personality:
Thomas is probably one of the most genuinely kind people you’ve ever met. The only issue is, that kindness can become sort of... lost in his other traits. But it’s there! Promise!
The first thing you’ll probably notice about Thomas, aside from his thick Quebecois accent, is the distance he keeps from people he doesn't know. He looks like a different person, walking down the halls and streets, a sullen expression across his features so long as he’s not in the company of friends. As soon as he is, however, you should see the boy light up. His smile challenges the boundaries of his cheeks and his eyes get the closest they can to a Disney twinkle. His friends aren’t far and few between, but they need to meet a certain set of characteristics before he can become attached. Everyone has to have their boundaries, right?
For example, Thomas could never befriend a bigot. Racism, homophobia, sexism, ableism, or any other xenophobic quality capable of possessing sends him running in the other direction. Well, metaphorically. Thomas has a gusto very uncharacteristic of someone his size and characteristic. He will defend those he loves until the end, and does not hesitate from jumping into a fight to protect someone. He remains as non-violent as humanly possible, however. He hates to see people hurt - even if they are assholes.
His friends usually know how to party too. He’s not irresponsible, but when he gets to chance to let loose, you best believe he will. Anything in moderation is his motto, and some chemical assistance helps him let loose and dance for fun, something he’s pretty bad at.
In the end, he’s just a big suck. He would much prefer, above all else, to stay in and help a friend get through something. He loves to read when he’s not training, and needs to keep a serious check on his video game use. Aside from that, I suppose he’s your standard French-Canadian, blood slinging ballerina!
Your Vices
Likes: sweet potatos, dancing in his underwear, video games, FOOD, singing in the shower, thunderstorms, anything cute or fragile
Dislikes: bigotry, ignorance, the colour green, elephants, humidity, burps
Strengths: ballet, acrobatics, french?
Weaknesses: focusing, sharing food, respecting authority
Fears: really big animals (whales, elephants), losing his memory, losing control of his powers
Secret: He misses home desperately, but refuses to let anyone know he’s homesick
Family Ties
Father: Jean-Joseph Lajoie
Mother: Simone Rocheleau-Lajoie
Siblings: None
Any Other Important People:His ballet teacher, Reese
History
Thomas Lajoie was born January 7th, 1990 to a very happy couple in Montreal, Quebec. They had been trying for so long, and the pregnancy was a huge welcome relief for them, and their supporters. They were both part of politicians, struggling to maintain a unified identity between Quebec and the rest of Canada, so at the time, their supporters were not plentiful. His birth was marked with celebration, and as soon as he was old enough to walk, his training began.
By training, of course, I mean Thomas was taught how to be the perfect gentleman, a respectable artist, and an academic through and through. Etiquette lessons were a regular part of his childhood, but for every hour spent learning manners, he spent another 4 learning art. Never having the patience or focus to learn a visual art of music, he was enrolled in royal ballet and circus school. He excelled considerably in this endeavor, and allowed him to remain calm and collected in school, resulting in very high academics.
It is in his ballet class that his powers first started to surface. At the age of 12, he sustained a pretty nasty laceration to his toe after a performance. Thomas noticed it halfway through the second act, and his slipper had soaked through with blood. He felt slightly faint, but inhaled deeply and kept dancing. By the time the performance had finished, his slipper was as white as it was before the cut, but his toe had a nasty cut. He removed his slipper for bandaging after the show, but as soon as he stopped moving, the blood began to flow again into the bandage. His instructor took notice, and began to watch him more closely.
Later that week, in rehearsal, someone else had received a similar injury. While his instructor, Reese, began to bandage it, Thomas continued rehearsing his pirouettes. Whenever he went to spin, the blood would tendril from the wound, and float above the cut like a vine until he came to a stop, at which point it would fall to the floor. Luckily, the pupil was looking away, and Reese could finish the bandage without her noticing. Reese sat Thomas down and, although confused, explained that whatever was happening could be their little secret. Such a gesture caused Thomas to fall in love with his ballet instructor - although his adoration could never manifest.
The next day, as if running on some sort of biological clockwork, authorities from a school in the US showed up at his door, and explained what was going on to Thomas, what it meant, and what they could do. His parents reacted the way any politician would - they feared the public learning, and compromising their success. With so little as a nod to one another, Thomas was packed and sent to Vermont with the realistic expectation that his parents wouldn’t be in much contact with him over the years.
Luckily for him, the Hammel Institute allowed him to flourish. His power became his true focus, and through relentless training and endless hours of pain and discomfort, Thomas learned to understand and manipulate the force keeping him alive. He was incredible skilled by the time he was ready to graduate, and took pride in his grasp on his abilities without getting an ego. He joined the dance club, got into trouble, and kissed a boy - but his real story starts now. He has graduated, and is trying to land a position as a trainer at the school despite his... rambunctious history with getting in... curfuffles. His ambition is to help students become as comfortable with their powers as he is with his, and assist them in using their abilities to show the world just how easily meta-individuals and humans can coexist. Wish him luck?
Roleplay Example
Breakfast.
Thomas couldn’t separate himself from the idea that breakfast was either for saturday morning cartoons or responsible adults with jobs. He hated breakfast. His appetite was non-existent after waking up, and the energy it took to get ready early enough to join the school for breakfast was not often something he opted into. However, if he was ever going to win over the administration into letting him train, he had to start exuding professionality. First step: a healthy breakfast.
Getting ready wasn’t as arduous as he expected. He threw on some straight leg jeans, a v neck and a cardigan and ran down to join his colleagues. He still wanted to look stylish, but thought the cardigan gave him a weird sense of false authority. He tripped nearly twice and was successful in removing sleep from both eyes before he arrived. Upon entering the hall, however, he came upon a horror all on it’s own.
Pancake day.
What a disgusting thought. Super sweet, carb heavy dough to fill you with enough sugar to keep you crashing through the day. Reluctantly, he got in line, grabbed an orange juice, and grabbed two pancakes for his plate. They were a lot thicker than the ones he had back home, as this style pancake wasn’t popular with pompous Quebecers. Crepes only. This thought of chastising his people left as soon as he saw the carmel-coloured syrup being poured on the pancakes before him. It was clear upon sight that the sticky substance on his food was not at all what it should be. This concoction had never seen a tree, or a cabin de sucre, but was a derivative of a plant used all to well in North America.
Corn syrup.
Maple flavoured corn syrup.
An overdramatic eye roll followed this discovery, and he marched over to a seat and put it down. With the care of a surgeon, he cut a small triangle from the circle before him, and pierced it with his fork. He raised it up, brought it to his mouth, and suppressed a gag. This had to happen. He had to eat, and be a normal, responsible American for once.
”Yahoo.” he whispered, before placing it behind his teeth and pulling the fork from his lips. As the pastry hit his tongue, he was surprised at what he found.
It wasn’t half bad.
What About You?
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Name: Spencer. Or Spenny, Spenni, Spence.
Age: 20
Experience: Since I was around 12, I guess? On and off.
How Did You Find Us? One of those rp ad forumsReady To Play? Abso-trucking-lutely.
