Thomas Robert Sinclair
Sept 1, 2011 12:49:42 GMT -5
Post by Tommy Sinclair on Sept 1, 2011 12:49:42 GMT -5
[/i][/size][/right]The Basics
Name:
Thomas Robert Sinclair
Nicknames:
Tommy
Age:
17
Orientation:
Heterosexual
Desired Rank/Job:
Student
Powers:
Terrakinetic
Play By:
Jason Castro
The Details
Hair Color:
Brown Dreadlocks
Eye Color:
Gray
Any Piercings?
None
Any Tattoos?
None
Any Scars?
None
General Appearance:
Tommy looks like, well, a bit like a hippie. With his long dreads, his loose fitting clothing, his usual lack of shoes, and his general demeanor, Tommy looks like he belongs in the late 60s, early 70s, chilling out with his guitar at Woodstock.
Due to his power, Tommy cannot physically stay completely clean. He isn’t smelly, but his dreads always have at least a bit of dirt or sand in them. His smooth skin is roughed up by the occasional splotches of dirt. His clothing has grass and dirt stains on them.
Judging from his beads, bracelets, and such, one can easily tell Tommy is “down to Earth.” He wears small, nondescript Wiccan, Rastafarian, and other similar spiritual symbols (like the ying yang and even the peace sign) from time to time, either on jewelry or clothing.
Personality:
Immediately, Tommy personality screams the fact that he is “down to Earth, man.” He is extremely relaxed and friendly. He moves a bit slowly, he speaks a bit slowly; everything he does appears to be at his own pace, “the proper pace.” He is very spiritual, but not so much religious. He believes humans and nature are one, and that the “gifted” are only proof of that. Tommy can usually be found smiling, spreading the love so to speak, and radiates and aura of tranquility around himself.
Tommy doesn’t like violence, but will use it if it is absolutely the last resort. His power can be rather devastating, but is kept in check by his peaceful disposition. He feels he has a connection with nature, and all “its awesomeness man.” Plants, dirt, animals, the weather; anyone with powers related to these things are sure to be Tommy’s friends. He is a vegetarian, only eating organic foods as well. Tommy won’t expect others to eat the same way he does, so he won’t pressure or berate anyone else about it. It’s his own choice, and he knows that.
Lastly, Tommy will try to be friends with everyone. To his sense, that makes him a bit too trusting and naive. He is the ultra-optimist, refusing to see the bad side of things at times. He may not be the sharpest tool in the shed; he’s more like the friendly puppy in the pet store, asking everyone to be his friend.
Your Vices
Likes:
Gardening
Animals
Yoga
Reggae
Longboarding
Classic Rock
Playing the Guitar
Singing
Dancing
Organic Foods
Tea
Soccer
Camping
Astronomy
“Greenery”
Dislikes:
Eating Meat
Parking Lots
Skyscrapers
Processed Foods
Animal Abusers
Homework
Pessimists
Strengths:
Simple Power Control
Gifted Guitar Player
Natural Singer
Talented Dancer
Vegetarian Cook
Grows Fantastic Vegetables/Herbs/Plants
Positive Thinker
Very Open-Minded
Very Friendly
Always Calm Under Pressure
Animal Affinity
Skilled Climber
Good Longboarder/Skateboarder
Weaknesses:
Can’t Always Control Power
Naïve
Not Math/Science Smart
Can’t Keep Clean
Can’t Swim
Too Trusting
Doesn’t Wear Shoes (Sometimes)
Minor Pot-Head
Gets Sick If Kept From “Earth” For Too Long
Fears:
Flying
Open Water
Drowning
Secret:
None of any serious importance. He lives as openly as he possibly can.
Family Ties
Father:
Robert Sinclair – Teacher of Environmental Science at Humboldt State University - 42
Mother:
Layla Sinclair – Part-Time Painter - 38
Siblings:
None
Any Other Important People:
Dweezil – Golden Retriever
History
Thomas, or Tommy as he prefers to be called, grew up around Arcata, California, which is in the northern part of the state. It is a smallish college town centered on Humboldt State University.
The Redwoods were very close by, and Tommy always loved to visit them. His parents would be considered “hippies” by most folks, although his father was actually a teacher of Environmental Science at HSU. Together, the Sinclairs raised their son to always appreciate nature, to recycle, to garden, to eat and live organically. Tommy had a very peaceful and drama-free childhood.
However, that all changed just after Tommy’s 14th birthday in the summer of 2008. The Sinclairs had flown down to the Los Angles area, and then drove to Chino Hills, California to visit Tommy’s aunt, uncle, and cousins. It had been the first time Tommy had flown in an airplane; it utterly terrified him. When he got to Chico Hills, he was already much stressed. The next day, his snobby, rich, older cousins decided to take Tommy outside into the foothills and bully him. The stress level from the terrifying flight along with everything else was enough to trigger Tommy’s “gift,” since he’d lived an almost stress-free life since he was born. He felt his head hurt more and more as the migraine made his head feel like it was being split open like a melon. The ground beneath his bare feet trembled, the faults in the Earth shook and eventually triggered a minor earthquake, 3.2 on the Rictor scale.
Almost immediately, Tommy and his parents were contacted and the teenager was taken across the country to the Hammel Institute. As you can imagine, the flight was again terrifying. Once he reached the Institute however, the open-minded Tommy quickly embraced his new life. He is now a junior at the Hammel Institute, doing what he can to spread the love and peace, a difficult job in such a tense, drama filled environment.
Roleplay Example
CHARACTER:
Andriy Bogdanovich Chaplinski, aka “Worms”
POWER:
Five symbiotic, worm-like creatures live in his abdomen, which is a hollow chamber with a sphere-shaped organ where a normal stomach would be. The five worms are attached to the organ, called his “Hive Gland,” by their stingers while they are inside Worms’ body. These worms function as Worms’ stomach, intestine, liver, kidneys, and appendix.
SCENE:
Interrogation of Mt. Tolletti about “The Order”
The apartment building was a dingy place, a two-story lump of steel and cement in the heart of Hell’s Kitchen. Those that lived there didn’t really care about the world around them, and those that didn’t were sure glad they didn’t. It wasn’t a fun place.
Worms gingerly touched his broken nose and nodded to the owner of the building, who also ran the front desk, as he walked past carrying a six-pack of bottled water. Worms didn’t trust the water at the motel. For starters, it was brownish. Secondly, the first reason was enough.
Opening the door to #19 at the end of the hallway, Worms entered a simple apartment. It had all the basics: a bed, an old television, a separate room for a bathroom, a small desk, and a fat, sweaty, Italian gagged held down to a chair by five 15 foot long mutant worms.
“Hey there. Cozy?” Worms asked casually as he put the bottles of water on the desk, opening one to drink. The Italian let out a whimper. The poor man had a worm wrapped around each leg, each arm, and around his chest, essentially tying him down to the wooden chair more effectively then duct tape. Worms petting the middle worm, smiling as it made clicking noises, blindly staring at its controller. Reaching out to the Italian, Worms removed the gag.
“So, are you ready to talk?” Worms asked. Instantly the Italian began to beg loudly.
“Please, let me go, I don’t know anything, I swear, please, PLE MFFFMH.” The Italian was cut off as the gag was shoved back into his mouth.
“Shhhhh, not so loud Mr.…Tolletti, was it?” Worms held a finger to his lips, shaking his head. “Don’t want to disturb the other tenants now would we?” Looking over at the small digital clock on the desk behind the chair, Worms smiled even wider. It was 6:58pm.
“Well, Mr. Tolletti, it may not be time for you to talk, but it IS time for Jeopardy.” Taking off his shoes, Worms flopped down on the bed, grabbing the remote and turning the TV on. It was already on the correct channel. Worms turned to the Italian as the opening theme song blared loudly.
“Let’s recap quickly Mr. Tolletti, shall we? I met you at your usual hole in the wall, got you a few drinks. If you were a lady, it would have been a much more enjoyable night, but sadly, no dice. We started to talk, I got you outside, somehow insulted your stupid Italian ways, and you punched me in the nose. That wasn’t smart Mr. Tolletti.” One of the worms let out a hiss, green saliva dripping from its mouth as it “looked” at the Italian. “All I wanted was information, but not only did you not talk, you punched me. Sucked punched me!” Worms again gingerly touched his nose as Alex, the host of Jeopardy, welcomed the audience and began the show. Worms turned up the volume as the Italian started to whimper again.
“So Mark, as last week’s champion, you chose first.”
“Thank you Alex. I’ll take Time to Die for $100.”
“Answer: A form of printing that involves tying up clothing and using multi-colored dyes.”
“Tie-dye” Worms said to the television.
“What is Tie-Dye?”
“Correct.”
“The first ones are always easy.” Worms turned to the Italian, smirking. “That way, money is made early on. If they don’t, it’s boring.” Worms looked back to the television just as the next question was being asked.
“Let’s do First Movie of Many for $200.”
“Answer: This movie is the of the famous trilogy of movies starring Marlon Brando, Al Pacino and James Caan”
“What is The Godfather?”
“Correct.”
Worms nodded. “See? They ask easy questions at first. I bet even you knew that, didn’t you Mr. Tolletti. Then again, you are an information runner for the Italian Mafia are you? You hear things, things about the name of a certain organization. I need to know that name Mr. Tolletti, and I will get it sooner or later.”
As the game show went into a commercial break, Worms took another long drink of water. Smiling at the Italian, Worms sat up and spoke to him in a different tone then before. He was getting more and more cheerful, moving away from his flat, almost monotone voice.
“You know, Jeopardy is a perfect game.” Worms explained. “It takes intelligence to answer the questions; quick reactions to push the button quickly; competitive drive to know how much to risk for the end and the daily doubles. I love it. Do you like Jeopardy Mr. Tolletti?” The Italian didn’t respond at first, but then quickly started to nod as one of the worms tightened its grip around an arm. Worms smirked. “Good man. Guess you’re not as bad as I thought. Still, you did break my nose, and aren’t telling me just a simple little name. Or are you?” Worms stared intently at the Italian. “Are you going to talk yet? When I mean talk, I mean something other then say you don’t know anything, or begging for your life, or anything other then the name I asked you for.” The Italian’s eyes grew widen, but just before he began to try and do exactly what Worms said not to, he thought better of himself and just shook his head. Worms sighed.
“Look Mr. Tolletti, here’s the deal. My friends…” The five worms all began to make clicking noises. “…are starving. They haven’t eaten for hours. Now, if you don’t talk soon…well…. let’s just say my friends love Italian. You know what I mean?” Worms turned back to the television as Jeopardy resumed.
“I’ll take Time to Die for $300 please.”
“Answer: A song, written by Paul McCartney, that is this theme song for a James Bond film.”
“Live and Let Die” Worms said quickly.
“What is Live and Let Die?”
"Correct"
Suddenly the Italian tried to move around, his voice muffled by the gag in his mouth. Worms got out of bed and removed the fabric from the man’s mouth, leaning in as the head end of one of his worms wrapped around it’s controllers neck lightly.
“So, ready to talk are we?” Worms asked. The Italian nodded rapidly, gasping for breath. Worms waited for the man to get some air into his lungs, telepathically telling the worm around the Italian’s chest to loosen up a bit.
“Please, don’t l-let your… f-friends…eat m-me! Please!” The Italian almost shouted, but Worms simply slapped him.
“What did I say about shouting? Just talk normally Mr. Tolletti, no shouting, no stuttering.” Worms said cheerfully.
“Sorry… sorry.” The Italian said. “Look, if I tell you, you have no idea what the guys I work for might do to me, the guys who you’re asking about might do to me.”
Worms nodded. “Oh, but I do Mr. Tolletti, I do know what they might do to you. But I also know what my friends will do to you, and trust me, it is much worse.” The two worms around the Italian’s legs began to crawl up their victim’s back. The Italian shuddered.
“Let’s do Time to Die for $400.”
“Answer: This household appliance that shares its name with its inventor.”
Worms responded. “The Dyson Vacuum.”
“What is the Dyson Vacuum?”
“Correct.”
“Fine. I’ll talk, I’ll talk.” The Italian took a few ragged deep breaths as Worms leaned in again, listening carefully. “What you’re looking for…they call it the Order. That’s it, just the Order. Please, I swear that’s all I know, don’t kill me, please!”
Worms smiled and lay back down on the bed just as the bantering of the game show was finishing and the questions were starting up again.
“The Order huh?” Worms stared at the Italian. “I believe you Mr. Tolletti. You may be stupid, but you don’t want to die. Which is too bad.” Worms nodded to his worms. The monstrous creatures began to make clicking noises, tightening their grip on the Italian, who began to panic.
“First Movie of Many for $400.”
“Answer: This first of a series of horror movies based on the line “I Know What You Did Last Summer.”
All five worms began to click louder as Worms answered as he grinned at the Italian. “Scream.”
“What is Scream?”
“Correct.”
The Italian began to shout, his voice filled with shear terror. “Wait, no, no, NO! You said if I talked they wouldn’t eat gaaaarck!” The Italian’s lungs began to fail; the worms crushing power grew stronger and stronger. Worms sighed and replied.
“I said they would eat you if you didn’t talk. I never said they wouldn’t if you did.” Worms picked up the remote and turned up the volume loud enough to drown out the muffled cries of the Italian and the sounds of his worms enjoying their dinner.
Beepbeepbeep
“Well, there’s the signal, that’s the end of this round. Please stay tuned ladies and gentlemen for… Double Jeopardy. Thank you.”
What About You?
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Name: Zydeco
Age: Early 20s
Experience: One Year
How Did You Find Us? Caution v2.0
Ready To Play? YES!!!!
