Post by Steven Mathias on Dec 25, 2008 13:57:54 GMT -4
[/color] the night life
STEVENJACEN, MATHIAS
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“Show me what it’s like to be the last one standing
Teach me wrong from right and I’ll show you what I can be
Just say it for me say it to me, and I’ll leave this life behind me
Saw it if it’s worth saving me…”
;;_back to BASICS
name;; Steven Jacen Mathias
nickname;; Steve//Stevie//Jace
age;; 17
birthday;; October 25th, 2003
place of birth;; Barbados
gender;; xx
sexuality;; straight
canon;; Yes
year;; Senior
occupation;; None as yet.
;;_craving for POWER
power clique;; Telekinetics
sub-skill;; Forcefield
ability stats;; the stat points will be given by the admins upon approval of application. The better the app, the more the stat points given, so make it impressive. For more help please go here.power;; signifies your characters power level
control;; signifies your characters control level
sub-skill;; signifies your characters mastery of his/her sub-skill
known limits;;Steven has a great set of power in him, and when he goes over board or passed his limiting point at that stage in his development, his mind goes to overload and strikes him with a massive headache which forces him to stop by shutting down his body, keeping vitals working but rendering him in a state of paralysis until his body can recuperate and so his brain cells can replenish by mitosis. The paralysis usually lasts from 8 hours to 24 hours. The Danger is that if he fights his body and goes to far the only result is certain death.
Another limit, which is currently his weakness, is his immense lack of control over his innate ability. This can lead to devastations beyond his control if he continues to go using his ability without any proper control.
power history;;October 25th, 2003 saw the delivery of a healthy baby body without any complications, at least not until after the birth of the child. The minute young Steven was free from the umbilical cord, the minute he gave his first cry, all the equipment in the room started shaking, few of them went so far as levitate, seemingly of their own accord, into the air, darting here and there across the room, narrowly missing the doctors and nurses who inhabited the room but few left without bruises and scrapes than needed attending to. The incident was blamed on some magnetic disruption which didn’t sit too well with everyone but it was accepted, what else it could be. This phenomenon wasn’t the last ‘bizarre’ occurrence of its kind. As Steven grew up, hitting his ‘terrible-twos’ well into five years of age, he would through tantrums, and those tantrums would cause spikes in his brain to result in surges of energy coming from him alone. At first, these surges were enough to lift the utensils of the kitchen counter, but once it got so bad that it lifted the car in the garage, the furniture in the living room, the bed and once he broke the sink off.
From ages five and up when he started to grasp the things he could do with his mind and when he had better judgement and some bit of self-control, his ‘episodes’ weren’t as frequent and that was a good thing. He was able to go to school like normal but his main study was the things he could do, which he kept private on request. In the TV shows you’d see people channelling it through their hands, doesn’t work like that, at least in his case, if there were any other. It all happens with the mind. He doesn’t know how it works, but he can feel it happening in his mind because when he reaches his temporary limit, he feels the strain. When happens is that he locks onto his target which may be any animate or inanimate object, then he visualizes a phantom limb extending from his body, wrapping around the object and this is what his mind is actually doing, making that object apart of him, connecting the two or more objects to him. Then with a wish or thought he is able to move an object from it’s resting position with it’s mind taking all the effects of possible strain and giving all that power he has housed in him, it would take a great deal of weight, time and or pressure for him to feel the effects which come as swift and harsh as a sledge hammer.
To illustrate, picture Steven sitting at a kitchen table with a pencil sitting a few inches away from him. His eyes are completely focussed on the object…then he begins to picture that phantom limb, stretching out and engulfing the pencil like an amoeba when feeding. Now that his mind was linked to the object, he sends a message to his mind to lift the object, his mind would then start to emit telekinetic energy through that connection and this leads to the displace of the object, in other words, as you picture it moving, so shall the object move in accordance. Note that if you don’t have enough control, and Steven is working on control, he could snap the pencil in half.
;;_mirrors reveal real APPEARANCE
celeb claim;; Penn Badgley
height;; 6’1’
weight;; 152 lbs
eye color;; Green
hair color;; Dark brown
assets;; His searching eyes.
flaw;; His hair just doesn’t listen
distinguishing mark;; None.Steven is a guy with a very nice height that compliments his body well. Standing at 6’1’’ and with a body which is fairly hairless excluding his legs, arms and other private areas which is very well taken over, he is an ideally attractive male. His arms are long, but muscular and firm with biceps that could crack a walnut, so to speak. His core is to die for, his abs need a bit more work but they are well defined and his chest is firm and protruding, fitting for someone with such confidence in him and his ability. His legs are not exactly on his top-priority list when working out but he’s given them the necessary attention, developing himself some firm thighs, thick calves and some thick ankles, not to mention it’s improved his endowment some inch or two. With a body as pleasing or satisfying as his, it allows him to wear practically anything and pull off some interesting to amazing looks.
His persona puts him as the kind of guy to reach for a T-shirt, a pair of jeans then to push his feet into a pair of sneakers and that’s exactly him. First of all, he’s into solid or plain T-shirts. Those with the flashy graphics don’t really catch his eye but from time to time he’d get one just for the image or maybe due to some peer pressure and stuff, but yeah, plain shirts that hug his body nicely is the direction he prefers to go. Jeans are a different story. The more awesome, flashy and, in some ways, expensive they are, the more likely it is that he’d do a double take and rip then off the store rack to try them on. He just loves those jeans that look like they just got pulled out of the dryer or picked right off the clothes line. The wrinkles, the fades, they all appeal to him and with the shirts he wears doubled with the occasional jacket, the outfit works perfectly for him and that’s what it’s about. Dressing to suit him and him alone. Sneakers are a simple dilemma; all they have to do is match back with the jeans and/or shirt. Though he’s mostly into short sleeved solid T-shirts, that don’t mean he’s limited to them. If he’s in the mood or if the weather so permits, he’ll wear a long sleeved button-up, a sweater and whatever else he could get his hands on.
All that was basically what he’d wear when going to classes or when he’s hitting the night life or hanging out with friends, staying at home his much different. When alone or when with people he’s totally comfortable with, he’d wear a pair of boxers and he’d exercise the option of wearing a vest or going bare-chested, not like there was anything wrong with that. But in the presence of company he’d rarely have, he’d slip into an old shirt or something along those lines; he’d pull a pair of ¾ jeans or any set of shorts up over his boxers and that’d be it, seeing as he isn’t one to wear shoes in his place, a thing he picked up from his folks. When he goes out to a formal setting like when he was young with his parents or on a date, he’d go all out and dress himself in something snazzy. Maybe a dark grey silk shirt, long black trousers that seemed to shimmer, a jacket all buttoned up with went back with the pants and some square-tipped black goes…not to mention the tie to match the shirt as he wasn’t one for bows.
Jewellery is an option he doesn’t exercise much. Other than wearing some shiny, silver watch he does bare. Though on occasion, he’d wear a chain or something like that. Never would he ever get his ears pierced but a tattoo is in the near future for him because he wants to get one of his name in come fancy-written language on his upper arm…and maybe something else…maybe a tattoo of a whole right over his heart, that seems cool, or anything that comes to mind before then.
Steven is a dresser of variety. He could be laid back, he could be ready for an outing, and he could dress to impress. Either way, he was guaranteed to make sure jaws dropped or eyebrows raised or anything that signified an impression being made. It’s not like he’s intentionally doing it, it’s just that part of him that wants to keep up with appearances and such, basically something every guy should do.
;;_we have our own INDIVIDUALITY
likes;; at least five
[/li][li][/color] his ability
[/li][li][/color] warm coffee
[/li][li][/color] rainy days with my girlfriend
[/li][li][/color] a cool book
[/li][li][/color] winter sports
[/li][li][/color] movies and television
[/li][li][/color] music
[/li][li][/color] having friends to chill with
[/li][li][/color] going out to anywhere good
[/li][li][/color] breakfast
[/li][li][/color] food on a whole
[/li][li][/color] making someone special laugh
[/li][li][/color] laughing
[/li][li][/color] school isn’t that bad
[/li][li][/color] shopping for some cool stuff
[/li][li][/color] chatting with his mum
[/li][li][/color] knowing he’s gaining control over his ability
[/li][li][/color] ditching school
[/li][li][/color] concerts
[/li][li][/color] meeting new peeps
[/li][li][/color] thinking about his girl
[/li][li][/color] making out and cuddling [/li][/ul]
dislikes;; at least five
[/li][li][/color] losing complete control of his ability
[/li][li][/color] nothing to do
[/li][li][/color] poor net connection
[/li][li][/color] crappy movies
[/li][li][/color] struggling with emotions
[/li][li][/color] having his privacy invaded
[/li][li][/color] getting into deep trouble
[/li][li][/color] disappointing his father
[/li][li][/color] hurting his friends intentionally and unintentionally
[/li][li][/color] being away from his girl for too long
[/li][li][/color] being belittled
[/li][li][/color] being the bigger man and letting go
[/li][li][/color] not being able to be ‘with’ his girl
[/li][li][/color] constant distractions
[/li][li][/color] bad television shows and horrible movies
[/li][li][/color] days home alone
[/li][li][/color] illnesses
[/li][li][/color] mornings (not a morning person)[/li][/ul]
dreams;; at least five
[/li][li][/color] to live a normal life
[/li][li][/color] sometimes he dreams he never had this power
[/li][li][/color] to own his own business
[/li][li][/color] to have a big family with the woman of his dreams
[/li][li][/color] taking care of his girl
[/li][li][/color] teaching others like him to control their ability
[/li][li][/color] winning his father’s love
[/li][li][/color] being with his girl
[/li][li][/color] writing a book and making it big
[/li][li][/color] get some sort of Bachelors
[/li][li][/color] moving to Australia eventually [/li][/ul]
fears;; at least five
[/li][li][/color] losing his ability
[/li][li][/color] being left alone
[/li][li][/color] going insane
[/li][li][/color] being treated like some lab rat
[/li][li][/color] making friends and loved ones angry
[/li][li][/color] his life crashing down around him
[/li][li][/color] his girl leaving him
[/li][li][/color] making too many mistakes
[/li][li][/color] screwing his life up
[/li][li][/color] killing someone
[/li][li][/color] harming those close to him [/li][/ul]
eccentricities;; He’s got a short attention span, and he’s slightly obsessive/compulsive but it may be nothing.
Steven is a guy who has so much potential in him to do so much and he wants to do so much. He dreams of being some big shot lawyer or doctor, or something that made big bucks but then again, that’s just it, dreams, so you could call him a dreamer who has his keen eyes on so many options he wants to explore but can’t for many reason, most being beyond his control such as his father and that thing he was born with. But though those factors keep firm, so does his will to do bigger and better things. He is not one to be easily swayed because when he sets his mind on something, he plans to follow through to the fullest. When he makes promises, he would draw his last drop of blood to see it through. When a friend or someone closer needs him he will seat ounces to help them. That’s just who he is. He is determined, he is head-strong and he has the intelligence and the cunning wit to pull it off most effectively.
School to him is a chore so he doesn’t really give it his all. Not that he couldn’t, he just doesn’t want to. What he has going for him is his street smarts and those lessons he chooses to learn but he just doesn’t bother himself completely with school but that doesn’t take away from the fact that he’s clever enough to win an debate or any other argument whether it be constructive or recreational. He’s an intelligent kid as he has a book in his hand nearly every day but still school never stuck to him. Usually, one who wasn’t into school was into partying and that is a huge NO. He doesn’t party, at all. Clubs aren’t his scent at all. He’s a laid-back, cool, relaxed individual who just enjoys the peace and the quiet and that isn’t always possible with such overbearing parents who watch him like hawks in case ‘something’ happens. That’s really the reason why he doesn’t go out much, he’s afraid something might happen.
Steven is that cool guy who would to love to get to know and possibly more. He’s up to anything if it’s an option that suits him and he’s practically smiling all the time, but as true as that is of him, it’s like a façade to hide his fear.
Naturally, when he found out about his ability it was awesome, but after he made huge things happen, things he would have preferred to avoid, and when his parents just left him, he was scared shitless. He just doesn’t know what to do anymore, and despite the Academy, he doesn’t feel right, he doesn’t feel comfortable at all and that makes him even more afraid. This fear brings about spasms of anger aimed at what he is and what he could do, but it is also aimed at his new home and at his good-for-nothing parents and what they did. It’s not like he wanted this when he was two seconds old…it happened and they blamed him for it and it made him angry…it made him hurt, and afraid that his life would be one blame after another and he couldn’t take that. But his determination will sink in soon. He will learn control and he will get a grip on his mess of a life and just maybe he’d end up as close to normal as possible.
;;_we owe it all to HISTORY
father's name;; Jacen Haden Mathias
mother's name;; Rachel Tricia Mathias
siblings name;; None.
significant other;; Serena
children's name;; None
others;; None
Jacen Mathias was a native to the isle Barbados and owner of a local restaurant which he built with his blood, his sweat and his heart, but the age of 25, his restaurant, which he named Royale, was fully functioning and in the prime of it’s life, receiving customers from all walks of life, giving of them to dine in the lovely establishment, sustaining the life of the restaurant for the next five or so years to come, God Forbid there be anything disastrous and in the Caribbean, there was a season for those kinds of disasters. Over in the States, a young woman, named Rachel Dalton, was preparing for a brief period of study at the islands University. A year later with her studying going fairly well, given that she hadn’t expected the teaching methods to be so gruelling, she took a visit to Royale. Due to the short staffing that night he had the pleasure of being served by the store owner. Most don’t believe in love at first sight but trust me, this was it. Their eyes locked and that magic happened. Their destines intertwined, their hearts exchanged bodies and there was bliss.
Following three years of blissfully getting to know each other, they got married, she moved to Barbados and they settled in a nice house in an equally quaint sub-urban neighbourhood in the parish of Christ Church. Life together was beyond happy. His job kept plenty on the table and in the cupboards, and her studying to become a psychologist would provide beyond acceptable financial aid to the family…and that’s when it hit. They weren’t a family yet, just a couple, and so they began trying. The first one was a miscarriage and like always that hit hard to the core, but the second was a blessing, a blessing that came amidst a wave of panic after news resurfaced of possible infection to something that had gotten airborne from the States, close to where she was from actually. They however felt confidant that their baby would be perfectly healthy and so they looked forward to that blessed moment.
That blessed moment came on October 25th, 2003, just days before the mother’s birthday actually. They admitted into the hospital early and when the time came, Rachel gave it all she had and out came the beautiful baby body. As sweet a moment it was, the room was filled with screaming. The minute little Steven was birthed, all the medical tools used and those others that sat idly by started to levitate about the room, then, as if of their own mind, they started to fling themselves across the room like darts. Some of the nurses were dealt some scrapes and some got bruises, including the doctor, but lucky enough, the parents remained unscathed during that eye-opening ordeal and the whole incident was passed off as an electromagnetic disturbance or something along those lines, but knowing that it happened at the exact birth of their child, knowing that it happened throughout the whole hospital, knowing what was going on around the world, Jacen and Rachel deduced that their child, their sweet child was infected.
Steven was always a very restless child, as all toddlers should be, but from just being months old, to being two years and aging to five years old, he always wanted to do what he knew what he should, those being climbing the stair case, go outside unattended, chew on this to see what it tasted like, smell that just for the thrill, and he just wanted to be everywhere basically and as overly-protective as his parents had been, they brought down a strict hand and stopped him from doing what he wanted and he responded by fussing at first, then tearing then all out crying, throwing a literal tantrum that made his parents’ heads numb, but that’s not all that happened. With his eyes shut tight, tears streaming out; shrill cries emitting from his powerful set of vocal cords, he failed to notice that the furniture, or the utensils, or his lame toys and in one case, the family SUV…they all floated into the air, just like that. His parents would gasp and at times his mother would scream but he’d always figure that it was because of his tantrum which usually left him seriously exhausted, throwing him into a slumber while whatever was floating at the time came crashing down. That’s how it started for him. As he neared five years of age, his tantrums provided the same effects as when he was younger, but this time a new side effect developed, a migraine of sorts…the first time it occurred, his eyes shot open and he gazed in awe at his floating Jack Russell, and at he floating garden hose…and at mum’s potted plants which were all suddenly weightless. When he had calmed and the headaches gone, they all came crashing down. He realized what his parents had, but he didn’t look at it so grim, rather, he was smug about it.
It didn’t take long for the young man to realize what triggered it, but that was also a disappointment as much as it was an interested because it was a shame that he had to get angry to be able to do those cool things. So without his parent’s knowledge, he started doing things that would cause tears or pain or anything that would get him riled. He started cutting himself. On his wrist, higher up his arm and on his chest and abdomen. It hurt, with a knife that sharp it was bound to hurt but the art he focussed on was the fact that he could control it. The thing he could do and it worked by just thinking. That first time and the other few times, he managed to make simple objects like his school books lift into the air, fly about the room and drop to the floor, and it all worked by thinking it. So imagine a 5-6 year old kid with that kind of ability and a ton of action figures. He made Superman fly, he made Batman and Superman fight, he had fun…he was happy. But then it all stopped when it mum came in and watched him with shock, looking at the blood dripping from the many cuts on his wrist as he made Superman fly. As a mum, she should have figure that the sudden need to wear anything long sleeved, the secrecy and the need to bathe on his own from now on wasn’t just her “little man growing up.” This act quickly troubled his mother and his father for a reason that he couldn’t figure. He was fine…it wasn’t like he was dead from the bleeding and plus, he found a new way to use his ability without getting the headaches, still that wasn’t enough. Extra precaution was made to keep him away from anything sharp and that stopped him from playing with that thing he could do. But two things came from that end to his fun, he knew mum and dad didn’t want him to have fun with his ability and he knew that he could do it still with his mind…he just didn’t know how to kick start it.
Though he pretended to for his parents, he never stopped trying, though as he grew up and got a smidgen of common sense, he stopped using such extreme methods but he was intent on learning how to be able to do what he could do, something which he later found out to be widely termed ‘telekinesis’. What could you do without Google? They said it was the user’s ability to move objects with their mind at will. That got him to thinking and remembering. At 11 tears old and in his first year in Secondary School, he found himself focussing on completely random objects, he did this so often that when he tried he became absent of his surroundings. His friends questioned his well-being, his teachers either dealt a swift slap to the head out tossed out detentions like it was a Clearance Sale. But with all of that in the back of his mind, he went on, trying to move anything from a pencil to a book to a ball, trying with as much concentration as he could and at times, all of that strain took a toll on him and his mind, but when he made that pencil twitch, he realized it was for naught. Soon he was shifting the position of a pencil from vertical, to diagonal then to horizontal but it was a solid two months before he was levitating a pencil at least three inches off the desk. Nothing big but it was something more than where he was two years ago…square one.
Now a year from graduation, three years after his big break through, the 15 year old was secretly lifting all sorts of objects across his bedroom and each time he felt amazing about being the only one to do that kind of stuff…uniqueness on a whole new level he’d frequently think. With his parents still in the dark about what he could do, and his friends curious but oblivious as to secret gift, he started practicing on bigger things, and these things got bigger and bigger until he found himself, in the dead of night among old, wrecked cars. He was going to try to lift one. He did it, he lifted it, but he was seriously unsteady and he was literally putting his all into it and that strain was coming back big time, but he was greedy, he wanted to keep it up, and that was a big mistake. A Pain erupted in his head like a nuclear explosion on a smaller scale and it shot throughout his body. He freaked…he screamed and he launched the car miles into the air and it came crashing down just inches from someone’s homes…two parishes away…some distance that was, too bad he couldn’t take notice seeing as he was knocked out.
Stumbling into his home at 7am the following morning wasn’t want ticked his parents off, it was what was all over the news, a car, falling out of nowhere, nearly destroying a home as the occupants slept. His parents freaked at him for a record three hours straight and man he felt lower than shit when they yelled at him and at each other and at the Heavens for giving him such a messed up child. But after it all, they agreed on something. They were going to send him off to a place to help him. His first thought went straight to X-Men, ‘help’ as in try to get rid of what was inside of him, or what he was for that matter and that led to him becoming a lab rat and he wasn’t having that and he fought for his right to be treated as a human. So he yelled back, and his yelled took on a whole new meaning to temperamental when his home started to vibrate, the dishes in the kitchen banging against each other but what stopped him was the fright in his mother’s eyes and like a pansy, he succumbed. Without a moments waste, he sent himself to his room while his parents went online to search for some means of help. The idea seemed to hit him that if this was going to happen to him, why not help to find someplace he liked…if someplace like the one on request existed. He stepped toward the computer and without taking a seat he started typing away. The first thing that caught his eyes was this school. It was some high school set in St. Louis in the States. Some school called Sententia Academy. To be honest, the minute he saw the word Academy a boring, stuffy, old Boarding school flashed into his mind and before he read anything else, he shut the computer off and went to bed.
The next day he woke, figuring his parents had coold their steam but the minute he took the final styep down the stairs, his parents were darting into the dining room, living room and kitchen, carrying boxes both fileld and empty with markers between their lips. He stood there for a while silently watching them. Then his mother approaced him with a printed brochure. Sententia Academy. He looked at them as if they had lost it but the truth sunk in, he was moving to that place. Apparently, it was for his own good, because ever since the day before, his parents looked at him with fear and shock at what he could do and what he had become and that was all he needed to bend to their wish. By the end of the day, their life was packed into too many cardboard boxes and by the following morning, he and his mother were on their way to St. Louis with his dad staying behind to see to the transport of their belongings. Within a month, his life was moved across an ocean into a house twice the size of their old one and he was miserable. He had his interview at the Academy and to his parent’s happiness he was enrolled but that was probably due to the fact that he could move things with his mind rather than how clever he was at Algebra. Honestly, he didn’t expect what happened next to even be fathomed. He expected to go to classes and at the end of the day come home but before he could think twice, his parents had him shipped to a dorm, one that he’d have to, unfortunately, share and well, that was it. His frightened parents moved out of state, leaving him there with a bank account filled with money, some clothes and stuff and a world they just launched him into. So begins the miserable tale of Steven…in an Academy. Best thing was that he was an automatic senior…as if that did anything for him.
;;_totally out of CHARACTER
real name;; André
age;; 18
rp skill;; not sure, in-between advanced and intermediate.
rping length;; just under two years
read the guidelines;; fruitcake
where did you find us;; Site Administrator introduced me
rp sample;;
…the minute the bell rang he pushed his Physics books into his back pack and headed out the classroom door while eh professor made his futile attempt to call out the day’s homework. The chances of him actually doing it were pretty slim but today he was feeling generous…generous and excited because he was going to take his little secret a huge step up. That night he was planning on going to this old abandoned place with loads of cars stacked up on each other. He was going to try and left a chassis or two and see if he could manage it without getting a nose bleed, the last time he unintentionally lifted his dad’s car he got a nose bleed, then than again, that was because he passed out and fell on his nose, gladly, it wasn’t broken too severely and it healed up nicely. Luckily. When he got home he kept out of his parents way, thought it was hard not to notice their stares, and he did his chores, and he actually did Mr. Spencer’s homework, just to pass to time and more surprising, he did the rest of his homework so don’t be surprised that he had a migraine afterward. Strange, to be something so extraordinary and all he could think about was getting migraines from doing a bunch of useless school work…that’s just him. Had to be.
Nightfall came, but rather than take the risk opportunity to sneak out he decided on a cover. See, that’s how smart he is for a guy who paid no attention in school. He went up in his room after another silent dinner, started playing video game after video game, then he showered, went back to his room, closed and locked the door and that was it. Basically, that was his silent routine after school, has been for the passed ten years now and he’s rather comfortable with it. Not like there were any other options to consider. This was his life, has been and unfortunately it will always be that way. The sad but comfortable truth.
Lying in bed till midnight hit, he sprung up when his parent’s bedroom light went out and out the window he went, landing in a nice crouch on the driveway below his window before he took off. It wasn’t hard to find the old place, the cars stacked everywhere made it an easy beacon of sorts and the fact that it was abandoned made it all the easier, it meant that no one would catch him doing what his parents forbade him from doing. He didn’t get that. As he walked about the dark, abandoned dump site, he couldn’t help but wonder why his parents didn’t want him to get better at this gift of his. A gift his mother called a curse that ruined their lives. She’d never say that to his face but he overheard her saying that to his dad. They hated that he could do these things, but hating it meant hating him because it was apart of him…and deep down, he couldn’t help but wonder if they hated him, if they wished he’d never been born. He halted when that assumption sunk in…and he couldn’t help that feeling that said that he was right…they didn’t want him knowing that he was defective or something like that.
Right then, millions of thoughts raced into his mind. Head home and pretend he was normal, run away and life his life…or end his life right now, make it so his body was never found so his parents won’t have to look at him even when he was dead…wow…heavy stuff. Too bad it wasn’t heavy enough to deter him from what he wanted to do; he wanted to get better at it. Giving the area one last sweep, he set his eyes on his victim. The chassis of some old Ford model. Pushing his hands into his pockets, he breathed a sigh, closed his eyes and focussed. His aim was to lift it a few feet into the air and hold it firmly, then another, and another till he reached his limiting point. His eyes flickered open and locked on the Ford. Slowly, he could feel his mind stretching toward the car’s framework, wrapping around it until he and it were one in the same, bonded together, kinda like a cell as its cytoplasm was separating. He breathed another sigh, squeezed his eyes shut tightly then he put his mind to work. The thought to lift it into the air emitted from him like a transmission to the chassis…and it started to vibrate…
character adoption;; yes
;;_chapter one: SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST
here are some questions we will be asking for this first chapter of the plot.
willing to get your character murdered;; no
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