Post by Ivan_Kalash on Sept 16, 2012 22:38:59 GMT -8
[Name]
Ivan Kalash
[Race]
Evolved Human
[Age]
21
[Powers]
Power: 5
Strength x1
Speed x1
Senses x1
Telekinesis: The ability to move objects with one's mind. Anything lifted with telekinesis generates equal mental strain compared to body strain. The mind can be overwhelmed forcing a drop. Pushing can cause problems ranging from inconvenient psych-outs to power crippling mental burnouts. Effectiveness of the power is dependent on the condition of the mind, psyche, and body. This power can be impaired by powers affecting the mind. Force is dependent on your power level.
*Through physical and mental training, he can break barriers most humans cannot. This gives him seemingly surhuman speed and physical abilities, however these are just caused by the expansion of his mind and are not attributed to a power.*
[Weapons and Enchanted Items]
Does not carry weapons at this time.
Comic Book: Enchanted Can identify common powers. Cannot identify unique/extremely powerful ones. (i.e. Ikke Velsigne, Angelica Obscurum and Lucifer's Soul-Switching)
[Appearance]
5'6
Dark brown hair
Black Wool Jacket or Grey Wool Stanfield
Black or Grey Longsleeve Shirt w/ Electric Blue or Bright Red T-shirt
Black custom 3 pocket Cargo Jeans
Combats or Converse
[Personality]
Serious
Self Controlled
Constantly Absorbed in Thought
[Disposition]
Responsibility of Actions and Lack Thereof
Few Moral Blacks and Whites, Mostly Shades of Gray
To Save the Most Lives, no Matter the Cost
[History]
"So why that one?" asked Soul, leaving the Comic Shop as Ivan hopped one-footed down the steps to street level of the Metropolitan city.
"Don't you think that there are too many storylines going on at the same time? It seems like a mess of problems that will only result in the constant death of the characters forcing new ones to be brought in."
Absorbed by the comic, and without an answer, Ivan turned left and walked down the street to the cafe. Soul followed quickly behind, lit two cigarettes in his mouth and handed one over. Ivan took it and pressed it to his lips, took a hard drag and turned to face his brother, mouth open with a grin, thick smoke trailing out the sides like a Chelsea Smile.
"Because,it doesn't have one hero with just one power, he has all of them," he continued on as they approached the counter of the outdoor cafe.
After buying drinks, Soul sat down at the table. Ivan put his phone in his jacket pocket and returned to what he was saying.
"It's his destiny to give powers to the world. but he has to deal with the temptation," he stated, butting out the typical orange filtered smoke.
"Temptation?"
"If he wanted to he could become all powerful, rule the world. But it's too dangerous, and he's simply not evil. But on the same note, because he is not evil, he knows he can't just pick and choose who gets what powers, he can't profit from it either. It has to be a natural distribution to maximize the chances of powers being carried into the next generation, without letting the government find out along the way."
"Alright," said Soul, lowering his paper cup to the table, "But that doesn't explain what it's for, I mean, you never buy comics, at least, not the ones with super heroes in 'em."
Ivan's head turned as a pale white sedan drives by. Foreign plates, two people, both shrouded almost completely by the eerily black tinted glass, driver's female.
She's looking right at you!
Shifting his glance back to Soul, Ivan shrugged them off as tourists as he sipped his coffee, flicking ash into the street.
"I'll tell you what it's for,Saving The World. These powers... They do exist. Magick, it exists. You can't write off all of the fucked up things that have been happening around here as pure coincidence. 36 missing persons in the past two months, no bodies. Three cases of spontaneous combustion in the last five," he spat on the ground and took a drag, "And there has to be a connection with those symbols showing up on walls all over the place and the pictures of those people in places that are physically impossible to reach. How did that guy get on top of the Free Masons building? It's the highest edifice in the area and the rooftop door can only be opened by the fat guy behind the security cameras! You know what the real mindfuck is? It's who,or what,was behind the camera.
Ivan stood up as a cab drove by and raised two fingers and began walking to it. "My point is that powers must exist and now I can figure out how they work."
With his back turned to his brother. "The world is changing Soul,and we are going to be a part of it," he opened the door and climbed in while saying, "I'll call you later."
He slammed the door as the car drove off.
Back at home, Ivan continued to read, flipping through the book and studying the works of impossible things done by seemingly impossible people: invisibility,mind reading, technopathy, flight, pyromancy, nuclear emission, power distribution. In his mind, for some reason, most these, and other powers, began to make more and more sense to him. But it was the one idea, the one that stuck out the most, that changed everything: the simplest, most logical answer.
Of all powers that could exist ,the one that would be the most efficient, the one that would be the most understandable. The one power that, given enough time and dedication, could result in becoming so much more. The one ability needed for any man to save the world. It has been sitting in front of his face the whole time. The ability to move objects with your mind.
It's so simple,anything and everything in this world can be achieved with a single thought. It's only a matter of Will. If I could focus every part of my being onto this single thought, perhaps I just might Will this thought into a manifestation of power.
He walked down the hallway and opened the closet, pulling out a scale kit and a fifty gram weight and placed it on the side table in the living room.
"Time to get to work, I guess," he spoke to himself excitedly under his breath, pulling up a chair. Sitting down he began to stare at the shiny piece of metal and thought.
Four weeks later, the apartment looks as if someone broke in, ransacked the place and, well, lived there for about four weeks, and didn't clean. The analogue clocks don't match the electronic ones. Coffee table's broken, legs gone. Kitchen knives stuck in a now pock marked wall, some deeper than others. The weight rolls along the hardwood flooring.
Ivan is sitting on what could arguably be called an overturned table. An explosion of everything; books,electronic devices, pieces of stationary, cigarette packages, broken furniture and take out containers, surrounds him on the floor. Sources of relevant information, physics texts, mathematical formulae, human anatomy diagrams, geography books, a Bible, a couple pages torn from the comic. A book of lesser magic floats softly above his hand,he blinks,the pages turn,flicks his wrist,it's across the room. He raises his thumb and index finger in a motion as if touching the wire of the light bulb and it begins to continually glow brighter and brighter until it shatters in sparks,
"Don't think I was supposed to do that..."
As opposed to the weight you knocked over yesterday?
After throwing himself across the room from a sitting position he sighed,"Oh well,probably nothing," he grabbed his sling pack and threw the comic and phone in it, and buttoned his wool jacket, leaving the top and bottom ones undone.
"Shouldn't tell Soul, not yet at least."
He strapped on his boots, and lit a smoke while he opened the door and left.
Ivan Kalash
[Race]
Evolved Human
[Age]
21
[Powers]
Power: 5
Strength x1
Speed x1
Senses x1
Telekinesis: The ability to move objects with one's mind. Anything lifted with telekinesis generates equal mental strain compared to body strain. The mind can be overwhelmed forcing a drop. Pushing can cause problems ranging from inconvenient psych-outs to power crippling mental burnouts. Effectiveness of the power is dependent on the condition of the mind, psyche, and body. This power can be impaired by powers affecting the mind. Force is dependent on your power level.
*Through physical and mental training, he can break barriers most humans cannot. This gives him seemingly surhuman speed and physical abilities, however these are just caused by the expansion of his mind and are not attributed to a power.*
[Weapons and Enchanted Items]
Does not carry weapons at this time.
Comic Book: Enchanted Can identify common powers. Cannot identify unique/extremely powerful ones. (i.e. Ikke Velsigne, Angelica Obscurum and Lucifer's Soul-Switching)
[Appearance]
5'6
Dark brown hair
Black Wool Jacket or Grey Wool Stanfield
Black or Grey Longsleeve Shirt w/ Electric Blue or Bright Red T-shirt
Black custom 3 pocket Cargo Jeans
Combats or Converse
[Personality]
Serious
Self Controlled
Constantly Absorbed in Thought
[Disposition]
Responsibility of Actions and Lack Thereof
Few Moral Blacks and Whites, Mostly Shades of Gray
To Save the Most Lives, no Matter the Cost
[History]
"So why that one?" asked Soul, leaving the Comic Shop as Ivan hopped one-footed down the steps to street level of the Metropolitan city.
"Don't you think that there are too many storylines going on at the same time? It seems like a mess of problems that will only result in the constant death of the characters forcing new ones to be brought in."
Absorbed by the comic, and without an answer, Ivan turned left and walked down the street to the cafe. Soul followed quickly behind, lit two cigarettes in his mouth and handed one over. Ivan took it and pressed it to his lips, took a hard drag and turned to face his brother, mouth open with a grin, thick smoke trailing out the sides like a Chelsea Smile.
"Because,it doesn't have one hero with just one power, he has all of them," he continued on as they approached the counter of the outdoor cafe.
After buying drinks, Soul sat down at the table. Ivan put his phone in his jacket pocket and returned to what he was saying.
"It's his destiny to give powers to the world. but he has to deal with the temptation," he stated, butting out the typical orange filtered smoke.
"Temptation?"
"If he wanted to he could become all powerful, rule the world. But it's too dangerous, and he's simply not evil. But on the same note, because he is not evil, he knows he can't just pick and choose who gets what powers, he can't profit from it either. It has to be a natural distribution to maximize the chances of powers being carried into the next generation, without letting the government find out along the way."
"Alright," said Soul, lowering his paper cup to the table, "But that doesn't explain what it's for, I mean, you never buy comics, at least, not the ones with super heroes in 'em."
Ivan's head turned as a pale white sedan drives by. Foreign plates, two people, both shrouded almost completely by the eerily black tinted glass, driver's female.
She's looking right at you!
Shifting his glance back to Soul, Ivan shrugged them off as tourists as he sipped his coffee, flicking ash into the street.
"I'll tell you what it's for,Saving The World. These powers... They do exist. Magick, it exists. You can't write off all of the fucked up things that have been happening around here as pure coincidence. 36 missing persons in the past two months, no bodies. Three cases of spontaneous combustion in the last five," he spat on the ground and took a drag, "And there has to be a connection with those symbols showing up on walls all over the place and the pictures of those people in places that are physically impossible to reach. How did that guy get on top of the Free Masons building? It's the highest edifice in the area and the rooftop door can only be opened by the fat guy behind the security cameras! You know what the real mindfuck is? It's who,or what,was behind the camera.
Ivan stood up as a cab drove by and raised two fingers and began walking to it. "My point is that powers must exist and now I can figure out how they work."
With his back turned to his brother. "The world is changing Soul,and we are going to be a part of it," he opened the door and climbed in while saying, "I'll call you later."
He slammed the door as the car drove off.
*****
Back at home, Ivan continued to read, flipping through the book and studying the works of impossible things done by seemingly impossible people: invisibility,mind reading, technopathy, flight, pyromancy, nuclear emission, power distribution. In his mind, for some reason, most these, and other powers, began to make more and more sense to him. But it was the one idea, the one that stuck out the most, that changed everything: the simplest, most logical answer.
Of all powers that could exist ,the one that would be the most efficient, the one that would be the most understandable. The one power that, given enough time and dedication, could result in becoming so much more. The one ability needed for any man to save the world. It has been sitting in front of his face the whole time. The ability to move objects with your mind.
It's so simple,anything and everything in this world can be achieved with a single thought. It's only a matter of Will. If I could focus every part of my being onto this single thought, perhaps I just might Will this thought into a manifestation of power.
He walked down the hallway and opened the closet, pulling out a scale kit and a fifty gram weight and placed it on the side table in the living room.
"Time to get to work, I guess," he spoke to himself excitedly under his breath, pulling up a chair. Sitting down he began to stare at the shiny piece of metal and thought.
*****
Four weeks later, the apartment looks as if someone broke in, ransacked the place and, well, lived there for about four weeks, and didn't clean. The analogue clocks don't match the electronic ones. Coffee table's broken, legs gone. Kitchen knives stuck in a now pock marked wall, some deeper than others. The weight rolls along the hardwood flooring.
Ivan is sitting on what could arguably be called an overturned table. An explosion of everything; books,electronic devices, pieces of stationary, cigarette packages, broken furniture and take out containers, surrounds him on the floor. Sources of relevant information, physics texts, mathematical formulae, human anatomy diagrams, geography books, a Bible, a couple pages torn from the comic. A book of lesser magic floats softly above his hand,he blinks,the pages turn,flicks his wrist,it's across the room. He raises his thumb and index finger in a motion as if touching the wire of the light bulb and it begins to continually glow brighter and brighter until it shatters in sparks,
"Don't think I was supposed to do that..."
As opposed to the weight you knocked over yesterday?
After throwing himself across the room from a sitting position he sighed,"Oh well,probably nothing," he grabbed his sling pack and threw the comic and phone in it, and buttoned his wool jacket, leaving the top and bottom ones undone.
"Shouldn't tell Soul, not yet at least."
He strapped on his boots, and lit a smoke while he opened the door and left.