Post by blane on Jun 18, 2009 16:49:32 GMT -5
presenting ,
BLANE MICHEAL OWENS ?!
Take a razor to my neck, Take a picture. Tell me if i bled.
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nameZach Manning
age18 Years old.
gender Male
contactPm is fine.
found us howStumbled acrossed it.
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full name,Blane Micheal Owens
nicknamesBlaney * BO
age18 years old
powersElectrokinesis & telepathic [only want two]
date of birthJuly First
genderMale
sexuality, heterosexual
Member-group, mutant.
canon or originalOriginal
plastic noses, mannequin poses ,
hair colorDark Brown
eye colorGreen
buildPretty toned.
distinguishing featuresA scar on his left side.
play-by, Joe Jonas
hiding from the world ,
likes,
.Music
.Friends
.Running
dislikes
.People whom hate him for no reason
.Being a mutant
.Large crowds
strengths
.Hard working
.Obeys
.very pationt
weaknesses,
.Has really bad attitudes
.Never says the right thing
.distant
habits/quirks
.When sitting, his foot bounces.
.hey chews the inside of his cheek when thinking
.When he lies he looks around
secrets
.Has never been in a real relationship
.Never been kissed.
.acts like he doesnt want people to knw about him, but really wants them too.
fears
.Fall for someone with no feelings for him
.Lose someone important to him.
detailed personality
Blane is a very laid back, and silent boy. He never really speaks, inless he is spoken too. Many people dont know much about him, and he tried to keep it that way. When people do actually get to know him, they see that he is actually a very sweet guy, who puts alot of care into them. He can be protective at times, only depends on how much he actually cares. He tries to push people away, but doesnt mean too. He wants to be open, but cant seem to push himself to it.
When Blane gets mad everyone will know it, because he gets pretty brutal, and he takes it out on everyone. Its like a beast was released. But it will only take a few hours for him to settle down, and for him to go out and clean up the mess he had breated with his angrey rage.You may end up likeing the kid, but he doesnt know what he wants with people. He likes having friends, but wants somthing more, but he wouldnt know what to do to make her stay. He is basically a cute little puppy you see, lost and confused, who just needs that chew toy to be all right, and un confused.
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parentsUnknown
siblingsUnknown
childrenNone
significant otherNone
petsNone
hometownLargo Florida.
detailed history Blane was born into a family ever being wished not to be born into. The only reason he was alive, was because his mother didnt beleave in abortion, and the father was told he had to stay with her to help out. Blane's father was slightly happy that he came out a boy and not a girl, and the mother was too, seeing if he was a girl, she knew that the father would have took off. Over time blane was barley cared for, seeing these young parents didnt know what they were doing. When Blane was old enough to walk, everything in his family started to change. His father began to drink alot, and started fighting with the mother for what seemed like hours. All the fighting, made the mother take pain killers, to get rid of head achs that didnt exist. Blane would keep to himself, in fear he would also be yelled at, and Blane only wanted to make people happy.
Blane was six when his father first struck him. Blane had been playing when his father walked over a leggo, and the toy cut him. The faster was so mad that he walked over to him, and placed a punch to his small face. The mother didnt do anything about it, seeing she didnt want to be apart of the beatings. Blane had to be an adult at age seven. His father was dieing from all the drinking, and his mother blamed him for everything. Blane started taking care of the house, cleaning and making sure he did everything that was needed. When his father died, his mother would just lay on the couch all day, drinking to her death as well. Blane knew what would happen to him when his mother passed away, so he asked her to stop. Doing this led to more beatings. Blane went to school battered, but said it was from him falling, or some other excuse. The teachers worried about him, but he lied for the sake of him mother, whom threw everything, he still loved her.
He came home one day and noticed his mother, laying there motionless on the couch. He had never cried as much as he had the day he found his mother dead, and he hadnt been able to cry his whole life, because nothing had ever pained him as much as this loss had. When he was sent away to the foster home, he kept to himself. He talked to noone and made friends with noone, he perfered being alone. When he was ten his body started changing. Some how he could hear what other people were thinking, and at first he thought all little boys went threw it. He went to talk to the foster home owner about it, and she told him to keep it to himself, that it was a gift that should never be spoken about. Thats when he started freaking out. As days passed the owner pulled him aside and told him about mutants. She as well was a mutant, she could control water. Being as young as he ws he didnt understand, but the owner took him aside to help him with his ability.
when he was 16 years old he found out, not only could he hear what people were thinking, but when he was mad enough, he could electricute someone with his mind. There was this one boy whom was making fun of him for being a loner, and when this boy said that the mother only died to get away from him, Blane lost it and screamed at the boy. He was so mad electicity ran threw his vains. He watched the boy fall to the ground and flop around, wearing a smile on his lips. The owner also helped him with this ability, seeing she didnt want anymore deaths here. When he was released at age 18, The owner told him to visit to perfect his abilities more. He now lives alone in a apartment, going back for practice time to time.
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roleplay sample
He was laying in bed, listening to the small water pebbles fall from the sky, and down upon his roof. The sound of rain soothed him normally, but tonight he had way to much on his mind for that. He pushed himself up, His arms in a small amount of pain, but he could live. He used his right hand to rub his temple lightly, letting out a small sigh. He had never been in so much pain, in his whole life. He was sching all over, and it was all because of some rumor, in which was not even true. Blane alwasy kept to himself, never once had he imagined himself being beaten around because somone said he had had sexual relations with another's girl. He let out another deep sigh, Pushing himself off the bed, and over to the blindless window. It was a faint blue outside, very sightly. He closed his eyes and pressed his forhead agasint the cool glass. There was a faint knock, which caused his eye's to open. He consintraited for a moment, trying to find the person's thoughts and identify them. He pushed away from the window when he noticed it was the girl who caused the fight. The one person he most deffinatly did not want to see.'should I open the door? ' He kept asking himself, passing slowly back and forth.
How was he to know what she had in mind to tell him. She could have came to see if he was okay, or maybe to say sorry. Either or he wanted to hear her sorry, though he would not accept it. He tried to listen in on her thoughts again, see if she was practicing what she may say, like others did when they were nervous. Blank. Her whole mind was blank with any information he may have wanted, she was just counting to herself. She knew he would be trying to see what had been going on. He growled lowly to himself, and walked to the door, pausing for only a moment, before pulling it open, and eyeing the woaking wet girl that stood before him. "Hello." he said, trying to keep back from smileing. She actually walked over to his house? he thought it was rather charming, but he had to remeber what she had done. He formed his face, making it expressionless, and dull. He waited for the girl to speak for a moment, but then stepped aside, allowing her entry. He couldnt just let her stand out side, it would have been rude. As he closed the door and followed her to the living room, he opened a closet, and pulled out a small towle for her. "What are you doing here?" he walked to his own seat, sitting, and looking at her, for as she still had not said a word. --
