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Post by Lincoln Serrano-Blaise on Apr 8, 2014 4:50:10 GMT -6
LINCOLN MICHAEL SERRANO-BLAISE
SEVENTEEN//MALE//UNSURE//PSYCHOMETRY//STUDENT//JÉRÉMY KAPONE
POWER INFO: Psychometry: Lincoln has the ability to see segments of the past through physical contact with people and objects. The newest memories associated with something are often at the forefront, but at times the stronger, more imperative or more intense memories can overtake this concept. Link sees these events through the eyes of those involved with the memory he’s about to view; more than likely, this is akin to the more prominent individual residing in the memory. He has absolutely no control over the course of a memory, and thus he has no manipulative abilities to memories. Furthermore, Lincoln can share snippets of memories with other people.
Link is often overpowered by certain people he takes memories from. A side effect of his ability is that this overpowering concept can imprint on him – his personality and his movements – temporarily. As of now, there’s nothing he can do to combat this side effect.
Another side effect worth mentioning is the fact that the onslaught of memories often makes it difficult for Lincoln to keep track of his own history. He can become disorientated, and can confuse himself to the point where he struggles to recall which memories are his own and which aren’t. As it stands now, Link finds major difficulty in remembering some of the younger years in his life.
YOU WERE NAMED AFTER A HISTORIAN.
- P. Blaise (2003)
NO BAE, YOU WERE NAMED AFTER HYRULE'S HERO.
Lincoln Michael. It just sounds dignified, doesn’t it? Personally, I think I prefer to be called Link. Lincoln just reminds me of being yelled at, and I don’t really like the feeling of being yelled at. Really, who does? No one, that’s who.
Stick with Link, if you don’t mind. It feels a little more loose.
YOU, MY BOY, HAVE A HELL OF A FAMILY.
Two mothers. An artist and a teacher. Think I don’t give a fuck about doing anything right in the world meets I give all the fucks about doing everything right in the world. Lock them in a room together and what happens? They hate each other. And I mean really, really hate each other. Until they realise they don’t.
A brother. Half-brother, specifically. But… I don’t see it that way. He’s younger. He’s smarter, too. But I bet you can’t guess who’s whose.
An uncle. Blaise side. That guy is crazy, but I mean that in a really good way. Just a bit left of centre, y’know? Got my middle name after him, though. And an aunt. Serrano side. She's... Normal. Really, honestly the most normal person on that side of the family, I swear. And that’s a massive achievement to have. Talk about a breath of fresh air-type deal.
Grandparents. Half British, half Australian. But hey, despite the nationality there’s not really that much difference. Two uptight-ish grandmothers, two laid back grandfathers. They get along ridiculously well. Like… Woah. Some cousins. Like brothers and sisters. It’s hard to explain, but when you grow up that closely to other people, they feel more like family than the word cousins gives them credit for.
And everyone else. Unrelated by blood. My parents have a lot of friends, y’know? The kind you meet in high school and keep forever. Blood relations doesn’t always make family, anyway. Given the way things turned with half my mom’s family when she was really young, I’d say I understand that pretty well.
YOU DIDN'T GET THAT ATTITUDE FROM ME, LINCOLN.
Yeah, yeah. I know school’s important. Trust me – you try living with a mother as a teacher. You get classes as soon as you can talk. Little things, y’know. In house schooling before any real schooling. And I guess, I don’t know, I was really into it when I was younger.
But high school? Hmm… Apparently ever since I jumped into it, I’ve been more like mum every day. Like, I could be a good student if I tried, I just don’t… Care. And I know that’s bad. It’s worse to fail English, because that’s what my mom practically lives for. But there’s gotta be a little more to life than just studying and getting amazing grades, right?
Mum says high school is about survival. Or it was back in Australia. Here, it’s a little more important. I still don’t think she gets that.
Mom doesn’t know she says that, and I don’t plan on telling her either. It’s not worth the pointless argue they’ll end up in.
IT’S DANGEROUS TO GO ALONE, BUT YOU GOT THIS.
I was… Thirteen? I’ve been here for four years, so yeah, I guess that’s right. Really, it’s not something you want to go through when you’re that young. I mean, I knew a lot about this ability – reading memories and all that – but I never really knew. Not until it happened. And yeah, it was as terrifying as I thought it was going to be.
But it’s more terrifying to have to leave and go to a completely different place. Alone.
IT’S NOT SUCH A BURDEN, SON. I PROMISE YOU THAT.
Honestly, though. The worst thing about memories is the aftermath. The way it feels when you jump right out. It’s like… You have to take on someone else’s… Everything. You get to understand how they see something for a little amount of time. It’s so uncomfortably personal. And it’s terrifying – who really wants someone to see their lives in the way only they are supposed to see them?
It’s just… It’s not something I’m happy with, okay? The only person who really understands that is my mother. Because she doesn’t have a choice. She has it, too.
- L. Serrano (2003)
Lincoln Michael. It just sounds dignified, doesn’t it? Personally, I think I prefer to be called Link. Lincoln just reminds me of being yelled at, and I don’t really like the feeling of being yelled at. Really, who does? No one, that’s who.
Stick with Link, if you don’t mind. It feels a little more loose.
YOU, MY BOY, HAVE A HELL OF A FAMILY.
- L. Serrano (1996)
Two mothers. An artist and a teacher. Think I don’t give a fuck about doing anything right in the world meets I give all the fucks about doing everything right in the world. Lock them in a room together and what happens? They hate each other. And I mean really, really hate each other. Until they realise they don’t.
A brother. Half-brother, specifically. But… I don’t see it that way. He’s younger. He’s smarter, too. But I bet you can’t guess who’s whose.
An uncle. Blaise side. That guy is crazy, but I mean that in a really good way. Just a bit left of centre, y’know? Got my middle name after him, though. And an aunt. Serrano side. She's... Normal. Really, honestly the most normal person on that side of the family, I swear. And that’s a massive achievement to have. Talk about a breath of fresh air-type deal.
Grandparents. Half British, half Australian. But hey, despite the nationality there’s not really that much difference. Two uptight-ish grandmothers, two laid back grandfathers. They get along ridiculously well. Like… Woah. Some cousins. Like brothers and sisters. It’s hard to explain, but when you grow up that closely to other people, they feel more like family than the word cousins gives them credit for.
And everyone else. Unrelated by blood. My parents have a lot of friends, y’know? The kind you meet in high school and keep forever. Blood relations doesn’t always make family, anyway. Given the way things turned with half my mom’s family when she was really young, I’d say I understand that pretty well.
YOU DIDN'T GET THAT ATTITUDE FROM ME, LINCOLN.
- P. Blaise (2012)
Yeah, yeah. I know school’s important. Trust me – you try living with a mother as a teacher. You get classes as soon as you can talk. Little things, y’know. In house schooling before any real schooling. And I guess, I don’t know, I was really into it when I was younger.
But high school? Hmm… Apparently ever since I jumped into it, I’ve been more like mum every day. Like, I could be a good student if I tried, I just don’t… Care. And I know that’s bad. It’s worse to fail English, because that’s what my mom practically lives for. But there’s gotta be a little more to life than just studying and getting amazing grades, right?
Mum says high school is about survival. Or it was back in Australia. Here, it’s a little more important. I still don’t think she gets that.
Mom doesn’t know she says that, and I don’t plan on telling her either. It’s not worth the pointless argue they’ll end up in.
IT’S DANGEROUS TO GO ALONE, BUT YOU GOT THIS.
- L. Serrano (2009)
I was… Thirteen? I’ve been here for four years, so yeah, I guess that’s right. Really, it’s not something you want to go through when you’re that young. I mean, I knew a lot about this ability – reading memories and all that – but I never really knew. Not until it happened. And yeah, it was as terrifying as I thought it was going to be.
But it’s more terrifying to have to leave and go to a completely different place. Alone.
IT’S NOT SUCH A BURDEN, SON. I PROMISE YOU THAT.
- P. Blaise (2009)
Honestly, though. The worst thing about memories is the aftermath. The way it feels when you jump right out. It’s like… You have to take on someone else’s… Everything. You get to understand how they see something for a little amount of time. It’s so uncomfortably personal. And it’s terrifying – who really wants someone to see their lives in the way only they are supposed to see them?
It’s just… It’s not something I’m happy with, okay? The only person who really understands that is my mother. Because she doesn’t have a choice. She has it, too.
GO ASK YOUR MOTHER FIRST, LINK.
Oh what, this little thing here? It's the benefits of having a mum who's also a tattoo artist. And an ink manipulator. You think my mom would let a needle get anywhere near my skin if it wasn't her holding it? Like woah. On the wedding ring finger.
Why does it say that? I... Look, it's just a thing my parents say to each other. I guess it doesn't make sense if you're not there. It-
Yeah, you have to be there.
- L. Serrano (2013)
Oh what, this little thing here? It's the benefits of having a mum who's also a tattoo artist. And an ink manipulator. You think my mom would let a needle get anywhere near my skin if it wasn't her holding it? Like woah. On the wedding ring finger.
Why does it say that? I... Look, it's just a thing my parents say to each other. I guess it doesn't make sense if you're not there. It-
Yeah, you have to be there.
ALL THREE OF YOU. YOU'RE MY EVERYTHING.
I really want to stress this. Hell, I think my brother would too. No, fuck. Anyone who's part of this family - anyone who knows us - knows this too. There's just... So much love here. No one can ever tell me I don't know what it's supposed to look like. Or what it feels like. I might just be some dumbass kid, but that doesn't matter. How old I am doesn't matter. I just... I don't think age matters.
Sorry, sometimes I ramble.
Where was I? Right. Family. It doesn't always make sense. It doesn't always function. Some people don't have one at all. Honestly, as messed up as mine sometimes sounds, they're perfect. Nothing comes before that.
YOU DON'T HAVE TO PROTECT ME,
BUT I LOVE THAT YOU WANT TO.
Here’s the thing about Psychometry. I’ve grown up with it. I know exactly how it makes people feel. I heard a hell of a lot of stories about the good and bad things it ends up doing. It was detrimental to my parents, but it made them realise so much about each other. It got in the way, but it paved the way.
But it’s everywhere. And sometimes things are just… Different. Like you’re not really living in the real world. Like you’re not really… Living. You’re just there, and everyone revolves and moves around you. They move you. And sometimes… You stare. At nothing. Like nothing’s really in front of you. Like you’re searching for something. Something’s missing.
Mum goes away a lot. For work, she has to. And no one ever resented her for it. Not in the slightest.
But she’s not here to move her. And when you’re the only one here who is, and you’re still too young to understand why, it just-
I can’t. I’m sorry. Can we move on?
- L. Serrano (2001)
I really want to stress this. Hell, I think my brother would too. No, fuck. Anyone who's part of this family - anyone who knows us - knows this too. There's just... So much love here. No one can ever tell me I don't know what it's supposed to look like. Or what it feels like. I might just be some dumbass kid, but that doesn't matter. How old I am doesn't matter. I just... I don't think age matters.
Sorry, sometimes I ramble.
Where was I? Right. Family. It doesn't always make sense. It doesn't always function. Some people don't have one at all. Honestly, as messed up as mine sometimes sounds, they're perfect. Nothing comes before that.
YOU DON'T HAVE TO PROTECT ME,
BUT I LOVE THAT YOU WANT TO.
- P. Blaise (2009)
Here’s the thing about Psychometry. I’ve grown up with it. I know exactly how it makes people feel. I heard a hell of a lot of stories about the good and bad things it ends up doing. It was detrimental to my parents, but it made them realise so much about each other. It got in the way, but it paved the way.
But it’s everywhere. And sometimes things are just… Different. Like you’re not really living in the real world. Like you’re not really… Living. You’re just there, and everyone revolves and moves around you. They move you. And sometimes… You stare. At nothing. Like nothing’s really in front of you. Like you’re searching for something. Something’s missing.
Mum goes away a lot. For work, she has to. And no one ever resented her for it. Not in the slightest.
But she’s not here to move her. And when you’re the only one here who is, and you’re still too young to understand why, it just-
I can’t. I’m sorry. Can we move on?
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USERNAME: Eddie.
AGE GROUP: Twenty-Two.
EXPERIENCE: A fair few years, love.
USERNAME: Eddie.
AGE GROUP: Twenty-Two.
EXPERIENCE: A fair few years, love.
