Ellis Serrano-Blaise

[Ellis Serrano-Blaise]

NAME: Ellis Jonathan Serrano-Blaise
NICKNAME: None
AGE: Sixteen
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Unsure
POSITION: Student
FACE CLAIM: Vladimir Averyanov


POWER:
Melanokinesis
Ellis has the ability to manipulate ink and paint on various canvases, including walls, paper, and even skin. He can make his drawings or paintings slowly shift across a canvas, as if they are animated. He is best with manipulating smaller amounts; details are his forte. Although it takes a lot of concentration to get them right, it is what he always notices first. He can sense ink around him, especially fresh ink, within an eight foot radius of himself. He also has the ability to manipulate larger amounts of ink, no more than a quart at a time, which is really pushing his ability so he doesn't do so often.

LIMITATIONS:
Large amounts of ink are harder to manipulate, as is ink that has been settled over time. For example, shifting freshly applied paint that is spread over a large canvas is just as hard as shifting a single printed word in an old book.

Making some sort of physical contact makes ink far easier to shift; he otherwise needs to be very close to it. The greater the distance, the harder it is to move. The furthest he can be from what he is moving is only a four feet.

Because he needs to concentrate, he cannot shift ink on more than one medium at a time. Different canvases respond differently, so it is easier to shift ink on something such as a wall or paper compared to tattoos or less natural surfaces.

In no way can Ellis generate ink or paint himself. He needs an original source to then manipulate it.

SIDE EFFECTS:
When he does attempt to do so, or uses his ability too much, headaches are a normal occurrence. If he uses his ability too often, or uses it on himself, he is also prone to muscle aches and cramps. Furthermore, if ink settles in one spot on his skin for too long, he runs the risk of ink poisoning. Ellis is often seen drinking water, as dehydration is a normal occurrence with his ability. If he overuses it, fatigue often occurs. He becomes light headed takes on similar symptoms as one with motion sickness.

A name that's been passed down for generations.

Yeah it has, but I’m the first guy sporting the name Ellis. At least, in the family. Does that make me special? Nah. Think it just means the doctor taking mum’s ultrasound fucked up.

You see, it was a bit of a shocker when I was born. They were expecting a girl. Decided to stick with the name though. First for one side, middle for the other. Ellis Jonathan Serrano-Blaise. It’s a mouthful.

I like it.


Not your typical family.

parents
Definitely not. But you know what? It’s pretty great.

There’s lots of hate, but even more love. We’re close. People look at the lot of us and kinda raise their eyebrows. To them I say fuck off. You’re not gonna understand it, so don’t bother trying.

Two – that’s right, two – mothers. Mom; an English teacher and mum; an artist. They’re complete opposites. One’s a walking dictionary and the other is a walking canvas. They clash. Horribly. But beautifully. It’s like—okay, think of a star. Yeah, a star.

Stardust and gas and elements float around – scattered in space. Nothing really fits together like that though so glowing clouds of gas start spreading out. But then gravity pulls it back together. And you can’t win against gravity, no matter how hard you try. So things get heated - so heated it bursts. And it turns into something beautiful.

Yeah. That’s them.

Who wears the pants?
Heh. I think you’ll find that typecast very unfitting in this family.


siblings
Just one. A brother. Older. And no, it doesn't matter that he's half, or who is whose. It isn’t about that. It never will be, either.

He's the Hero of Time. Link. Or Lincoln if you like.

I’ve always thought he was pretty cool though. Things are different now though. We’re still close, I mean I don’t think that will change. But… he just seems tired.

Someone asked me if it’s drugs. It's not. It's something drugs can’t fix.

He stares. Just like mom does.


there's more
The immediate family is close, yeah, but it’s so much more than that.

We’ve got an uncle rooting for team Britain.

Two aunts. Both on the Aussie side. Apparently that's where I get my looks. From them and gramps. We all have these same blue eyes. Not sure where the hair comes from though. That's everyone.

Then there's the products of their lives. Cousins. A small handful. We’re all in it together. We've all always been together. It's strange to think the people aren't close to their cousins like we are.

Then the grandparents. Oh god. They’re just as crazy as the rest of us.


Something of a goodbye.

I remember when his powers manifested. Lincoln’s. I was twelve. It was terrifying.

There’s just a split second when it happens. I don’t really get it. I never really can get it. But he got that look, the one that mom gets. I can’t say I understand the inner workings of psychometry, but it’s something our family has been dealing with forever. My parents never hid their abilities from us; I don’t see why they would, either.

But I had never seen Link have that look before. At first I didn’t really think much of it, because it wasn’t her. Like maybe I saw it wrong.

Then everything got really fucked up. Mom came home and she just held him. I knew something was wrong, but I didn’t know what. And—fuck. No. I’m done with this.

I was angry he had to leave. I didn't want him to go away.


An artistic approach.

I like to draw. Especially as a kid. I drew on everything. Paper, napkins, walls. They say it was in my blood to do it, ‘cause of mum. I certainly wasn’t expecting that to be in my blood, too.

It was weird. I was a week from fourteen. I remember being excited because I could see Link again. Things were messed up without him at home. For me and my parents. You could tell mom worried a lot about him. I mean, rightfully so. She had every reason to – ‘cause they’re similar. The psychometry.

Oh, right. I kinda get off track sometimes. I don’t mean to.

You see, I was trying to spray paint. I’d read about this artist that could do some pretty crazy stuff with spray paint, so I wanted to try it. I set myself up in the back yard. Had everything ready, and when I opened a can and made my first mark it moved.

What the fuck, right?

Well, no. First thought was mum was joking with me, but she wasn’t around. It was a bit weird, but with Link – I actually kinda thought that maybe the same happened to me. Just with the other side. So then I tried to make it move.

The can exploded. It hit my head, too. I woke up and mom was in a panic; I thought she was mad ‘cause I made a mess, but she was worried. Got a nice little scar on the top of my head; my hair covers it though. Mum says she made a pen explode when her powers manifested. Guess that explains a lot.

Then I was being shipped off to here. People were at the house the next day. Luckily I had Link. He had nobody, and I can’t imagine going through it alone like that. I mean, it wasn't scary to find out I was a meta. Really, we should have expected it at this point, I think. But it's still surprising.

This ability isn't good for much, but it's good for me. And that's something.

Still, having to bail out on home and be forced to go to some school when you really don't want to is hardly enjoyable. I was angry for a fair while. Still am a bit. It's not bad here, but it's not home, either.



Working on an education.

Kinda. I mean, my grades are fine. It’s not hard if you commit a bit of time to it, you know? But going to school here is different. Everyone is a bit fucked up. I mean, that’s one of the requirements. We’re different. That’s not always bad, but it’s not always good, either.

Two years I’ve been here now. Almost two and a half.

And what have I done?

I’m alive, aren’t I? That’s something of a feat. I mean, I dunno. I’m here. I go to school. Not much of a people person. Most of them are a bunch of idiots. That’s not going to stop me from hitting up a dorm party or whatever, but don’t expect me to be all buddy buddy with you, because that isn’t going to happen.

Got a couple of detentions, though really, they’re dumb. Why give detention to an ink manipulator ‘cause he’s tagging a vacant wall? I mean. I could get rid of it. I wouldn’t, but I could.

Otherwise it’s been pretty quiet. I go to class. I play games. I read. And I talk to Link. Not really a set schedule, but it usually falls into something like that.



Family ink.

Like woah. It’s a thing in my family. They say it to one another, my parents do. It’s important enough for my mom to have tattooed on her ring finger. Y’see, she doesn’t have anything else. Not like mum does. Just that. It’s kind of hard to explain. You wouldn’t get it.

Lincoln has it too. He got it when he was sixteen. Guess who’s sixteen now? That’s right. I’m next. I’ve got it planned out.

Mum told me not to be stupid about it, but I’ve got this.



Traits on both sides.

Like I said before. It doesn’t matter who is whose. I’m a product of both of them. I’ve got mum’s artistic side – and apparently a bit of her attitude. But, I like to read. A lot. Everyone knows where that comes from. My grades are pretty good, too. Don’t call me a fucking nerd, but I think school is sorta important, okay?

I mean, learning is important. Maybe not so much school. I was learning before I was in school; it’s the result of having a mother who is also a teacher. But still, I try in class. I think it’s interesting.

And I like to paint. No, I wont show you and no, I wont draw something for you, either. If I want to, I will. My art is on my terms, not yours.

One thing I took from both of them is not to take any shit. And people learn that quickly about me.

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