Michael Warren
Jun 26, 2011 17:23:28 GMT -5
Post by Michael Warren on Jun 26, 2011 17:23:28 GMT -5
[/i][/size][/right]The Basics
Name: Michael Ian Warren
Nicknames: Mikey, Mike, Warren, War,
Age: Twenty-Eight
Orientation: Bisexual
Desired Rank/Job: Hammel Staff: Recruiter
Powers: Memory Manipulation: Has the power to view and alter the memories of others. At a young age, touch was always required but as time went on, Michael was able to view and manipulate the memories of others as long as he made eye contact with his target. When touching his target, he can manipulate their memories in half the time it takes when he isn't touching them. Viewing ones memories is now like breathing to him, it can be done with very little effort. and can even be done with the target realizing it.
When altering ones memory or memories, Michael can, change things that happened in the memories, add or remove himself from memories, and, as of late, he learned that he can temporarily erase memories but has very little control over that particular ability. It's much easier to just change them. When Michael is in a target or targets minds, he is extremely vulnerable. He loses sight of his surroundings completely and both himself and his target are rendered motionless in a trance like state until Michael has finished. The most Michael can do while inside someones mind is talk.
Michael will suffer from migraines his entire life, but they do not happen as frequently as they did when he was younger. Michael will also, at times, mistake others memories for his own and vice versa, this was also much more common when he was younger
Play By: Mike Posner
The Details
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Gray
Any Piercings? Nope, just weren't his thing.
Any Tattoos? Needles are not his friend.
Any Scars? One scar. A thin scar from being slashed in the back with a knife when he thought he had subdued the hostiles in his vicinity. Slashed him from the his shoulder and is about four fee long going towards the center of his back.
General Appearance:
Even though Michael doesn't particularly enjoy this term in reference to him, most people describe Michael as lanky. He's pretty tall, and skinny, and doesn't have as much muscle on his bones as he'd like considering he's 6'1 and only weighs 150 pounds. He can lift a decent amount of weight, but for some reason he just can't put on any mass.
War's hair isn't anything to make a fuss about. It's pretty short, brown, he doesn't like it to get to long, so he gets it cut regularly. On the other hand, when it comes to Michael's grayish silver eyes, the girls love to make a fuss about them. His whole life he's gotten plenty of attention from the ladies and some gents just because so many of them love the color of his oculars. The fuss about his eye color annoys him sometimes, especially since he thinks they're such a plain color, but apparently others think they're interesting.
Personality:
At times, Michael can seem emotionless and behave in an aristocratic demeanor. He often seems untroubled and uncaring towards others, especially towards those who aren't Metas. This is not Michaels true nature, but a defensive personality that will always be apart of him. Michael is also very calm, even while he was in the army and during combat. He is rarely surprised by even the most drastic of actions. This often callous Meta basically acts so aloof it can be mistaken for arrogance. The assumption that Michael is arrogant usually comes from his approach to most situations he deals with considering he rarely views any task worth his time.
Those who can bear to be near Michael long enough to get to know him, they will see that his callousness can easily be interpreted to fear. A fear that if he gets close to others they will hurt him, someone else will hurt them, or he will hurt them. Some may also see that the true Michael can even be silly at times, he loves to joke, even if his jokes are quite dark and sarcastic, and some may even come to see that Michael is quite loveable considering he does have quite a few weird and random quirks and interests.
Your Vices
Likes:
Being nude
Rain
Sleep
Cooking
Unique Metas
Heart Warming Memories
Action movies/Gorey Movies (Finds them amusing)
Cigarettes
Saying the phrase "Remember when..." Before altering a memory
Being called By his last name or Variations of his last name (Warren, War)
Doing the opposite of what his father wants
Talking with his mom
Dislikes:
Religion
Authority/Rules
His Dad
Veggies
Armed Combat
Kids
Criticizing others cooking
Boring People
Mondays
His first name (Sounds Childish)
Power Suppressors
Blood
Strengths:
Not easy to get under his skin
Reading People
Wittiness
Weaknesses:
A hot girl/guy with a nice butt
Blunt/Rudeness
Cigarettes
The Elderly or just people 10+ years than him
Fears:
Being alone forever
Losing control of his powers
Blood (Minor Hematophobia)
Secret: Likes guys more than girls, but pretends otherwise and he tell his dad that he likes guys once a year but when his father reacts negatively to that fact he removes telling him from his memory
Family Ties
Father: Merrick Warren, Retired Veteran, Often not on speaking terms with his son
Mother: Arianna Warren, Housewife, Devoted mother and wife
Siblings: N/A
Any Other Important People:
History
Arianna and Merrick Warren, a married couple that has been together since high school. Michael's parent's never seemed like a very good match for one another to anyone, considering how different the two of them were. One being a free spirit, who believed at one point she would never settle down and a military man who did everything by the book. Everyone who knew them expected their marriage to fail, but it never did. Their love for each other never faltered, and as a result of there love, twenty-eight years ago they gave birth to a son, Michael Ian Warren.
Michael was born in 1983, in the small town of Applegate Michigan, and wanted nothing more than to leave that town ever since he could remember. Michael was always a rebellious kid, he never liked to follow rules or regulations, which his father had a lot of. Before he was twelve there wasn't to much he could do to rebel against his father ways, of course there wasn't much he had to do with his mother their to make sure his father was never to hard on him. At least not until he was about twelve, when Arianna realized Michael could fight his own battles, even against his father in his own ways, and often times, she let the two of the handle their differences alone.
During the first thirteen years of his life, Michael had grown to hate the place he had grown up in. He hated the small town of Applegate, he hated the fact how he couldn't breathe without someone knowing it and then the whole town know it. It was unbearable and was more than happy to leave that place behind after finding out he had a very special gift.
Not long after after Michael's thirteenth birthday something strange had happened to him. He was being dragged into the Principal's office, along with another boy, who were both being accused of stealing fundraiser money. Michael kept swearing that he had nothing to do with the theft of any money, but unfortunately his track record wasn't as clean as it should have been, so the principal was having a hard time believing his story over the other boys' who was swearing that he witnessed Michael stealing. At that point, an outraged Michael had grabbed the other boy by the arm and intended to begin assaulting him, but before he could do anything else, it seemed like he and the boy were both staring into space.
The boys both had blank expressions on their faces and their eyes looked glazed. No one else knew it, but they were both remembering something, something that only one of them had experienced before. Michael was seeing exactly where the thief had hid the money he had stolen the day before. Before Michael was even able to make sense of what had happened, or clear his name, he felt immense pain in his head and then fainted.
It didn't take long for all the people of Applegate to know the story, of how the Warren boy stole several hundred dollars from the school, attacked several students and the principal, and hypnotized a little boy. Obviously those accusations were farfetched and incorrect, but they managed to become news worthy, bringing Hammel recruiters to Michael's favorite little town.
Even though Mr. Warren, never approved of Michael going off to Hammel, he spent six years of his life at the school for Metas. Michaels first year of school was a tough one, at first he didn't even believe he was a meta, considering he couldn't get his power to work after that one time on accident. Actually during the first few months at Hammel Michael couldn't get his power to work at all, the only evidence of his power was the constant migraines he got.
Michael's power didn't show itself again until he needed to hide something, a memory. Michael had been on thin ice since he had gotten to Hammel. Even away from home, he was just as rebellious and had been getting into fights for his, at the time, lack of a power. So, when a teacher had walked in on him smoking in an empty classroom, and threatened to to have him expelled. Michael panicked and grabbed her by the wrist to stop her from going to the Dean and intended to convince her to give him another chance, he would much rather be at Hammel then back in Applegate, but again, he felt a sensation similar to one he had felt months ago.
Michael's headache, that had seemed constant, had stopped. Michael and the Hammel teacher were both staring into space. They were both witnessing, in their heads, the events that had just taken place, and then they were witnessing two different events. One where Michael had been caught smoking, and another where Michael had just been caught studying. Michael was very confused about what was happening, but he didn't try and resist whatever was going on. When Michael and the teacher were out of their trance,s Michael's head began hurting again instantly but he did not faint this time. He wearily watched and listened to his teacher as she complimented him on his new found interest on doing well in school and went on her way.
As time went on, Michael slowly got better at using his ability, and viewing the memories of others. He trained hard with his powers over the years and actually caused quite a bit of trouble with his powers, so much that a power suppressor was assigned to stay by his side from time to time.
After graduating from Hammel at nineteen, Michael went on to college. His father, a little more accepting of his sons non-human status at this point in time, wanted him to join the army, but Michael chose to go off to college just to spite his dad. He didn't really have a goal for college, he just wasn't to fond of the idea of going to the army, besides he figured when the military found out he was a Meta he'd either be discharged or used as a weapon, and Michael didn't want either of those events to take place.
Once Michael's first two years of college were over, and he really needed to choose a major to justify staying at the university any longer, Michael picked a random major, which happened to be Culinary Arts. His father wasn't happy about it, but of course his mother approved and he graduated two years later with a Bachelors Degree in Culinary Arts. Michael didn't really intend to do much with his degree and after Graduating he went back home to figure out where exactly he was going with this life.
Home for Michael was still Applegate Michigan. His Parents had remained residents there and Michael hated the place a little less now that he was older, besides, Michael was no longer treated like a freak, an outcast. or a delinquent. Over the years, the little town had come to accept Michael for what he was, they had learned a little more about Metas and Michael's ability, mostly due ti Michael's mother, as the years went on and eventually were no longer afraid of him. The few people who did hate him didn't hate him because he was a meta, but because they just didn't like Michael, which was understandable.
After being home for a few moths and still unsure of what to do, Michael finally went along with his father's wishes and joined the army, just for something to do. He didn't think he'd be there long anyway. He still assumed that once his Meta status became public knowledge, he refused to hide it, he'd either be discharged or he be treated like a weapon and in that case he would manipulate them to let him leave.
After Basic training was over, there wasn't anyone in the Army who didn't know Private Warren was a Meta. Most were afraid of Warren, others hated him, but the higher ups were fascinated with him. Once Basic training was finished, Warren did not progress normally like his comrades, instead he was recruited into a Covert Special Task Force. They had many uses for Warren's abilities and Warren did not leave right away. He didn't feel like he was being used like a weapon, he was simply the only Meta on a special team that dealt with information gathering and getting behind enemy lines. War's abilities were perfect for those sorts of task. There were times that Michael and his team were involved in combat, but they were all capable of handling themselves, even when Michael's ability couldn't assist them.
Michael ended up spending four years in the army, his father, now more proud of his son than ever, still managed to get under his skin from time to time but other than that, Michael's life was pretty stable, except for the fact that he still didn't have his own place. Through all of his years, Michael never had the need to own his own home or even rent an apartment. Lucky for him, he knew what he wanted to do with his life next and it just happened to come with a nice area for him to live in.
After using his power to protect and serve humans for four years, Michael felt like he should use his abilities to help out Metas, and the best way he knew how to do that was to apply for a job at Hammel. His dad, once again, wasn't to crazy about him going off to Hammel, but once again there was nothing he could do about it. The only snag Michael had with obtaining a position at Hammel was the dilemma of which position to apply for.
When Michael arrived at Hammel and found out which positions were open and which positions he qualified for, there was one that jumped out at him, Recruiter. Michael was able to picture himself as a Recruiter for Hammel, he didn't think it 'd be to difficult of job and he was sure that it could get interesting. With all that in mind, Michael applied for and got the job as a Hammel Recruiter and has been working and living at the school for about three months now.
Roleplay Example
An old character of mine. From an unfinished Thread
The night was young. The crisp night air gave Coop goosebumps as he casually strolled through downtown Texworth, doing his best to avoid the insane amount of pond sized puddles. His hands tucked in the pockets of his torn and raggedy blue jeans, one of his hands wrapped around his slowly dying cell phone, a nervous habit of his, and an extremely lazy expression draped across his face. Coop had been in Texworth for a few days now, and after he found out that he was not in Valen, he had been spending all of his time tyring to found out where the elusive town he had been aiming for was.
When Donald first arrived in Texworth, after being separated form his pack, he believed that he was in fact at his destination but quickly discovered that he was still lost. Since then he had been asking many random people of Texworth how he could get to Valen and if it was nearby. Unfortunately due to his appearance, not only was he wearing old ripped jeans but the white t-shirt he was wearing wasn't exactly in the best of shape either and was showing off a little skin, the majority of the people he confronted, shooed him off or ignored him entirely before he could even ask them for information. A few people had even given him money. Donald wasn't to offended by these people, he'd rather people think he was dirt poor than filthy rich anyway, but it wasn't his fault he looked the way he did.
Coop had been traveling on foot for days, in human form the entire time, trying to make it to Valen on his own, these people were lucky he was wearing any clothes! A lycan with less self control would have traveled in their “second skin”, but even he knew that would have been a bad idea. Coop needed to make it to Valen without any incidents so his pack could find him. Donald knew they were heading there and was more than confident that they'd be there already, all he needed to do was get some information out of somebody.
After coming to the conclusion that most people wouldn't help a guy that had the bum look going on, Coop wasn't exactly sure what he was supposed to do next. He didn't have any money, his pack was more of a traditional pack, living in the wild, he was lucky to have the prepaid cell phone he owned. It wasn't like he could buy brand new clothes or rent a hotel room, he had been sleeping in various alleys the past few days. Donald Montgomery didn't just look like a bum, technically, at the moment, he was a bum.
The bum lycan continued to walk down the street, ignoring the peoples points and whispers as he brainstormed. He let out a sigh and leaned his head back. He stared up at the star filled sky as if it was going to spit the solution to his problems at him. Donald hated his situation, he wasn't meant to be on his own, problem solving and decision making were not his forte. He was the eternal child for crying out loud! Donald was thinking hard, and even closed his eyes hoping that that would help him concentrate. He let out a loud groan that sounded a lot like pouting, and continued walking without seeing where he was going. He looked pretty foolish to onlookers but he didn't care, all he was thinking about was how he was going to find Valen.
What About You?
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Age: Nineteen
Experience: Four or five years
How Did You Find Us? Rpg-d
Ready To Play? Definitely!
