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Post by Richard McNeil on Feb 25, 2014 0:45:00 GMT -6
Richard “Ricky” Julian McNeil
19//Male//Heterosexual//Biokinesis (genetic restructuring)//Bellefonte Student//Chace Crawford
Ricky has shown a remarkable aptitude for adaptation on a genetic level. Within minutes of being exposed to temperature extremes his body is able to alter its own biochemistry making Ricky immune to moderate environmental exposure. So far manifestation of his powers has been minor. He's yet to grow gills in order to breathe under water, nor can he manifest wings when falling from great heights, although in the future those manifestations may be possible. He can, however, withstand conditions that would cripple or kill a normal human and when in danger his natural 'fight or flight' instinct has resulted in moderately enhanced strength, agility, or mental acuity, depending on the situation. Thus far his physical attributes have never gone beyond normal human capacity. Among other things he's been found capable of surviving on barely edible substances or with a negligible daily caloric intake. The weather, no matter how extreme, doesn't seem to affect him neither does exposure to infectious bacteria. All but the worst of diseases are cycled through his system in minutes. Injuries sustained mend at an accelerated rate and even broken bones and dislocated joints will pop back into place. Any stimuli that would cause pain usually only last a few seconds. Ricky's body is capable of releasing a concentrated endorphin that kills any pain after just a few seconds. It does seem as though Ricky's body can only “focus” on one task at a time. When healing from severe injury, for example, he becomes more susceptible to illness and other maladies and he grows lethargic and tired as his body works overtime. Furthermore, the manifestations have shown to be temporary. Minor to moderate adaptations fade once the stimuli that caused them is removed. Ricky has yet to display any conscious control over his body's genetic restructuring.
Rebellion has always been the name of the game for Ricky. Whether it comes from an overbearing desire for freedom or a crippling need for acceptance, Ricky always manages to make himself the center of attention. At just seventeen years old he's commonly mistaken for someone in their early 20's, an occurrence most familiar with Ricky find odd given his penchant for immaturity and antagonistic behavior. Questioning authority, anti-social behavior, and expletive laden rants are all among the many often frustrating services offered by this enigmatic young man.
Some claim it a cry for help. He's been on his own since he could remember. Drifting from city to city even as a young child. Ricky relied upon his own wits and the occasional hand from a fellow street urchin until he wasold enough to fend for humself. Ask him where he's from and he'll give any number of answers. Canada. New Mexico. Los Angeles. New York. All places he's been. All places he's lived. In what order and for how long is anyone's guess.
Everything changed shortly after his fifteenth birthday. Left to fend for himself in the midst of a brutal Northeast winter Ricky's powers of biokinesis manifested, saving his life. He was quickly discovered, became a ward of the state, and enrolled into a school for “gifted” children. This lasted only a few months before he grew restless and left. The next two years was a repetitive cycle of running away only to be drug back into one school or another. When the administrators tired of his constant antics he was transferred. All in all he spent time in two “special” schools, three juvenile detention centers, and one halfway house in Missouri.
Some claim it a cry for help. He's been on his own since he could remember. Drifting from city to city even as a young child. Ricky relied upon his own wits and the occasional hand from a fellow street urchin until he wasold enough to fend for humself. Ask him where he's from and he'll give any number of answers. Canada. New Mexico. Los Angeles. New York. All places he's been. All places he's lived. In what order and for how long is anyone's guess.
Everything changed shortly after his fifteenth birthday. Left to fend for himself in the midst of a brutal Northeast winter Ricky's powers of biokinesis manifested, saving his life. He was quickly discovered, became a ward of the state, and enrolled into a school for “gifted” children. This lasted only a few months before he grew restless and left. The next two years was a repetitive cycle of running away only to be drug back into one school or another. When the administrators tired of his constant antics he was transferred. All in all he spent time in two “special” schools, three juvenile detention centers, and one halfway house in Missouri.
SAMPLE: The old alarm clock sitting on the bedside table steadily clicked the seconds away. Each soft tick grew louder until Ricky could feel the sound boring a hole in his psyche. Screw it. He thought, rolling off the bed. There was nothing here for him, of that he was sure. Within moments he'd pulled on a pair of wrinkled cargo pants, weathered boots, a simple t-shirt, and an oversized hoodie and was out the window.
His boots hit the well manicured lawn softly. Something in his mind snapped awake and he became intimately aware of his surroundings. The rent a cop thirty feet to his right. The smell of the freshly watered grass. The feel of his muscles tightening as he prepared to make a run for it. It all came together in what felt like minutes, but was actually just a few seconds.
Ricky lunged forward. He was never called slow in his life but he never recalled being this fast. Must be his “gift” that everyone said he had. He didn't care. Never did. All he wanted was to be left alone but he couldn't even have that. It didn't matter if the other students (prisoners) or the teachers (guards) laughed. He still had to follow their rules. Their way of life. Without thinking he'd vaulted himself up the wall surrounding the school and pulled himself up and over. Less than a minute after he'd decided to leave, Ricky was walking along the highway, arm extended, thumb out.
USERNAME: There are some who call me... Chris.
AGE GROUP: Old... er...
EXPERIENCE: Far more than I had ever imagined I'd have.
His boots hit the well manicured lawn softly. Something in his mind snapped awake and he became intimately aware of his surroundings. The rent a cop thirty feet to his right. The smell of the freshly watered grass. The feel of his muscles tightening as he prepared to make a run for it. It all came together in what felt like minutes, but was actually just a few seconds.
Ricky lunged forward. He was never called slow in his life but he never recalled being this fast. Must be his “gift” that everyone said he had. He didn't care. Never did. All he wanted was to be left alone but he couldn't even have that. It didn't matter if the other students (prisoners) or the teachers (guards) laughed. He still had to follow their rules. Their way of life. Without thinking he'd vaulted himself up the wall surrounding the school and pulled himself up and over. Less than a minute after he'd decided to leave, Ricky was walking along the highway, arm extended, thumb out.
USERNAME: There are some who call me... Chris.
AGE GROUP: Old... er...
EXPERIENCE: Far more than I had ever imagined I'd have.
