Post by John Taylor on May 7, 2013 16:30:24 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, border: 10px solid #f1e3b4; width: 450px; background-color: #f6f7f1;] NAKAUMI ACADEMY  NAME: John Taylor GENDER: Male AGE: 17 SPECIES: Gifted human YEAR LEVEL: Junior SEXUALITY: Indeterminate – he takes his feelings as they come HEIGHT: 5’7 WEIGHT: 154 NATIONALITY: England OCCUPATION: N/A FACE CLAIM: Bleach, Uryu Ishida PERSONALITY TRAITS: John, at first glance, appears to be rather odd. Not odd enough to be weird, mind – if anything, he’s more eccentric, than anything else. He has a number of different quirks, some cute, some strange, some outright insensitive or tawdry. Nonetheless, he manages to keep these quirks in check, managing to balance each one out to an extent that keeps people on their toes. Whether it’s him donning a silly hat, speaking to himself as if he’s the most interesting man in the world, or acting like a petulant child, the boy is thoroughly unpredictable in his nature – in fact, the fact he has so many quirks can be seen as a quirk in itself. John possesses a fond taste for adventure. He can – and will – got to great lengths in order to find some sort of adventure to go on in order to pass the time. There is likely no complex reason to be had, pertaining to why he loves adventure so much – it’s just a feature of his personality. This want for the thrill of a fantastic journey has gotten him into more than one sticky situations, not all of which he has escaped from without his fair share of bumps and scrapes. However, this has not discouraged him in the slightest – in fact, it seems that forbidden areas are what he loves the most. And, while he is immediately friendly with strangers who aren’t behaving unfavourably with or to him, he forms a special attachment to those who he grows close to. He can, and will, knock on death’s door and attempt to sell it cleaning supplies, if it means pulling a friend out of danger. John is not afraid of death, if it means that a person he is close to lives because of it. Whether this is a weak point or whether it shows devotion is yet to be decided. Perhaps it never will be. Nevertheless, if you threaten to harm a hair on any of his companions’ heads, it is best you make plans for a funeral. However, beneath the playful mirth, beneath his sea of quirks and friendly demeanour, there beats the heart of a man. A man who knows too much. And, while the boy has not seen it with his own eyes, he feels the weight of an entire planet on his shoulders, pushing down on him. Some would say that how he normally acts is just a mask – a mask to hide the fact that, despite his physical age, he has aged faster than most mortals. Just look into his eyes, when he thinks nobody’s looking. He may act cheerful, but when he thinks nobody’s looking, the pain in his eyes breaks through. And heaven forbid you drive him to the highest point of his anger. It’s not when he rants and raves that you should watch out for – it’s when he smiles, but isn’t happy. It’s when he refuses to show emotion, or when he begins to laugh in the face of death. There isn’t a word for the things this boy would do if you pushed him over the edge. If he had to drag himself to Hell with you in order to exact his vengeance, he would gladly shakes hands with you amidst the fire and the brimstone. To quote a person who once knew his father, “Demons run when a good man goes to war.” HISTORY: Most stories start at the beginning. However, John’s father was a renegade time-traveller, fleeing from his home dimension and planet in order to escape military service. The man had never really expanded upon why he detested violence so much – maybe it was that he had already seen enough deaths for one lifetime. Even to higher beings, the impact of watching a person die is immense. Maybe it was because of some other deeply-ingrained views he had – the man’s conviction was remarkable, all throughout his life, after all. Whatever the reason, he had fled, and as a result, the high council of his own race – the Continuum Conductors, in human tongue, hunted him down. When he was caught, the man had managed to flee through a trans-dimensional wormhole, having stolen a craft normally used by expeditionary teams studying worlds besides theirs. Naturally, he was followed, and brought to justice in no time. He was hardly fleeing in the most advanced of crafts – fleeing across dimensions was uncommon, but not unheard of, in criminals. He was sentenced on the spot, to lifelong exile – to the planet Earth, as it so happened. Treating his blood so that he could no longer use his powers of spacetime manipulation, he became – in essence – a mortal, with an incomprehensibly large lifespan. Eventually, though it took quite a while, John’s father managed to blend into his surroundings, using his intellect to produce a rough translation of the English language before he spoke to anyone, further refining it when he did speak. He found that he had landed in twentieth-century England, and looked approximately thirty, by the day’s standards. Managing to blend in even further, he got a job, got a wife, he even went so far as to have a child. And, despite the many years he had lived, nothing had brought a smile to his face quite like the infant he had helped create. The child developed remarkably quickly, for a human. Nothing major, mind – he spoke more words than the average two-year-old, but it wasn’t as if he was an infant dictionary. No, he just showed a high aptitude for learning. While most children showed it in school, the boy showed his potential for genius early on, what with all the block-hole puzzles, and his repetition of words after only hearing them a few times, despite having no idea what they were. Otherwise, he ws a perfectly normal little meatsack. Constantly crying and messing himself, his parents put up with him, somehow finding the miniature nightmare adorable. School was no problem for John – at least, the early years were. An enigmatic individual, it was a cakewalk for him to make friends. Friendly when he needed to be, he made people laugh without looking stupid, and without making other people look stupid. It didn’t matter who you were, you at least had some degree of respect for the kid, even if you hated his guts. He excelled in science and history, dabbling in IT here and there, but largely, he was noted for his ability to integrate with students. And, for a while, he was happy as well. But, everything began changing when John found out his heritage. A higher being such as John’s father must never breed with a lower being, such as a human. Yes, their genetic structure was compatible – but the implications were immense. It was only by some small miracle that John was not torn out of existence in his mother’s womb, let alone actually living his life. John found this out the hard way – through a sudden flux in his father’s powers. A miscalculation in the mixture that had sterilised his father’s power had left his powers unusable, but they were still there – like a man with no legs still remembering how to ride a bike. All the knowledge of the world flooded into the boys brain, every iota of knowledge the world possessed. Everything his father knew, everything a time and space traveller would know. Imagine the immensity of time itself, flowing through a child’s brain. He couldn’t take it, and his father’s blood in him responded, by erasing all the knowledge he gained from his father’s side, burying most of his powers, and concealing as much of the knowledge of Earth as it could. Even then, it was forced to use an enormous portion of John’s life force, in order to preserve him. And, after this, while John could not place it, his demeanour became considerably darker. Nobody noticed at first. On the outside, he was his usual self, and he hid the weight he couldn’t place under a highly convincing mask. But he couldn’t keep it up forever. He was a Continuum Conductor, and though he didn’t know that, he was more than likely aware that there was something wrong with him. He could see time – not to a time-traveller’s extent, but he knew what in history must never be changed. He always felt odd, whenever certain things transpired. And when he told his father of these developments, there was but one place he felt his son could go safely. Hence his transferral. POWER Being a descendant of the ancient race known as the “Continuum Conductors,” to the layman, John is able to control space and time. However, full control of this power can only be manifested after centuries of training, centuries John does not have. Even now, he can only activate them to a fraction of their true potential. A Continuum Conductor with full mastery of his or her power is able to leap through time at will, stop it, control how fast it progresses, and can even rewind it. Fixed points of time exist, and any Continuum Conductor with even a basic level of training can sense them, and how not to alter them. It has not been recorded what happens if one is, but it is rumoured that the wound is patched up by removing the offending time-traveller(s) from existence. However, due to him not being of pure blood, and not having received enough training, John cannot perform any form of time manipulation. He can, however, sense fixed points in history, and can be substituted for any time-traveller in the event of a paradox needing fixing. Continuum Conductors, at the height of their power, are able to create wormholes and teleport with ease, due to their innate ability to manipulate space. While John is incapable of such feats, he is capable of teleporting using machines or magic far quicker than others, and if he somehow ends up in a wormhole, he has far more control over where he ends up – assuming there can be more than one exit point. The Continuum Conductors were also known for their incalculable intellect, having built vast cities and machines that make our most complex supercomputers seem like rocks with carvings on them. While it would take all of John’s life and then some to learn as much as the average Continuum Conductor would have, he possesses a high aptitude for learning, and displays potential intelligence comparable to that of many of the world’s leading scientists. However, even with his powers so watered down, John still suffers various weaknesses. John has been born with the Continuum Conductor mindset – that if he were to ever involve himself in war, then the universe would be torn to shreds. He does not hold even a fraction of the power the ancient and mighty race he is descended from does, but even then, the philosophy is ingrained in his mind. If his powers were to ever reach their full potential before he dies, then he fears he would never be able to handle the immensity of it all. And then, there is the fact that he has the entirety of Earth’s history weighing down on him. He only knows what he has been physically taught, but imagine it – the rise and fall of empires, every war, every plague, anything and everything that has ever happened in the world – all weighing on the shoulders of a sixteen-year-old boy. If he were to ever comprehend the history he has locked away in his subconscious, who knows if he can ever remain sane? And then, there is the fact that the Continuum Conductors, a higher race, were never meant to breed with beings below them – in other words, John is a child that was never meant to be. Not just by laws, but he was physically never supposed to happen. He will likely never live beyond thirty-five – at which point, every cell in his body will burn up. His Continuum Conductor blood will ensure his existence is not removed, but his life is a different matter entirely. LIKES & DISLIKES ✓Like History ✓Like Adventuring ✓Like People able to adventure with him ✓Like Those who resist in the face of adversity ✓Like Seizing sensible (and some not-so-sensible) opportunities ✘Dislike Cowards ✘Dislike Violence ✘Dislike People who think killing can be justified ✘Dislike Not showing mercy ✘Dislike When he becomes too angry to show mercy ACADEMIC + SPORTING Well-versed in the fields of physics, chemistry and biology (to a high-school level), John has a fantastic understanding of what he has been taught. He rarely uses it, but it’s there when he needs it. While not a genius at mathematics, he’s able to carry out quite a few complex calculations and methods, and generally needs to only be reminded of a method before he stops being confused by a question. Having never been much of a reader, and more of a practical person, John is not particularly well-versed in the English language, getting only average grades for it. However, he does display aptitude for it at times – just a lack of willingness to learn it. John is brilliant with computers. He may not be the kind of person who spends all day on them, but sit him in front of one, and he’ll be able to work past practically anything on the system with minimal effort. History is a given – it’s his best subject. Name any period he’s learnt about, and he’ll be able to recount to you every detail he’s learnt about it, right down to the initial amount states in the Athenian empire had to pay Athens. Don’t expect him to be much good with art or music, though. He tried drawing a face once – Picasso would have doubled over laughing at how bad it was. And his music? Well, imagine a dying cat with a megaphone. A dying cat with enough energy to screech. Loudly. He’s worse than that. No matter how much he practises, he can never get the hang of it, though. While John possesses little upper body strength, to the point where he gets beaten in arm wrestles by chickens, there is no denying that all the running in his adventures has turned him into one hell of an athlete. You wouldn’t expect him to have so much stamina and such a top running speed, but he’s surprisingly swift. Agility, however, is another kettle of fish. As in, his agility is terrible. As is his sense of balance. SECRET WORDS: I’d be nothing without you. application was passed by Atlas | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 40px;] j o h n |
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