RJ Jay

[RJ Jay]

NAME: Riley Jay Jay
NICKNAME: RJ
AGE: 19
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
POSITION: Academy Student
FACE CLAIM: Justin Bieber

POWER:

Adoptive Muscle Memory
RJ’s muscles can effectively imitate any physical action he sees that he is physically capable of doing. What he does is watch someone or something performing an action, say an intricate dance move or a particularly complex martial arts kata. He can then perfectly mimic the action, step for step. Just viewing the action once is enough for his body to mimic whatever he sees and essentially copy it out.

Limitations
-RJ can only mimic what he sees. He would have to watch more to actually improve on something.
-RJ doesn’t consciously know anything about what he mimics. He couldn’t tell you what he did when he does a dance move or anything along those lines.
-RJ’s power will overwrite a previous “memory” with a new one. So if he watches, say, a breakdancer do a spin, and then a while later watches another breakdancer do a similar spin, the latter replaces the former and he’s no longer able to do it.
-RJ struggles to mimic groups of people: he has to either focus in on one person or he ends up with what amounts to spastic jerking about (which happens a lot).
-If RJ attempts an action that his body is not built to do, he can hurt himself. For example, he could watch an Olympic weightlifter curl heavy weights and perfectly imitate the stance, but he’s still just a fairly fit nineteen year old. This also applies to powers: he can't mimic those.

Side-Effects
-RJ will sometimes subconsciously copy people, especially if he’s walking in a group.
-RJ will sometimes twitch in his sleep. His tendency to sleepwalk (or sleepdance, or sleepkarate chop) is extremely high. He often has to strap himself down if he wants a good night’s rest.
-Too much use will result in muscle cramps.
-RJ is slightly more susceptible to muscle spasms and other such muscle-related difficulties.




A smiling woman looks directly into the camera: “Good evening fellow viewers. As promised, tonight we look into rumors about the hottest new YouTube star.” A rectangle opens next to her, showing footage of a grinning young man. He looks pretty, almost feminine, with a cocky smile directed right at the camera. His hair had been cut into something like a bowl, a style that would soon be fairly popular and all. “This is RJ Jay, and he just exploded overnight on YouTube.” The rectangle changed, showing the start of a vid. “This thirteen year old cutie sent up a series of vids where he perfectly imitates dance moves that professionals have worked years doing, and he claims that he can perfectly imitate anything.” The boy smiles at the camera, speaking as the vid starts:



“Hey there viewers, it’s RJ Jay, that’s twice as many J’s ‘cuz I got twice as much talent. Check this out!” and he rolled his hips back, executing a perfect somersault, landing and extending his arms out. “That’s right, my peeps, that’s totes the shot from the Olympics. Remember this?” he jogged back into the open space, doing a few flips and then spiraling into the air. He nailed it and then popped up, grinning.

“That’s right, peeps. And that stuff’s one hundred percent without any training. Just pure skills.”

The rectangle freezes and the woman nods. “RJ here has several vids where he does acts like this, though he’s perhaps best known for one where he doesn’t do nearly as well as this,” the vid alters, showing the kid.

“Hey peeps, RJ again. Got all them J’s up in the business, and know my way around all kinds of jays, if you get my drift,” he winks and then backs up. “now, my fans were all up in the comments section, being like, you should try some Matrix stuff. That stuff don’t look too hard, especially not for all this talent.” RJ nods and then backs up. He starts perfectly mimicking infamous slow scenes, moving as though the camera had slowed. He actually managed to start leaning backward…

Except that RJ didn’t have a budget to support him. He falls back onto his back, groaning loudly. A sound of thundering footsteps can be heard, and an attractive, if frazzled, looking woman steps into the room. “Riley Jay, what are you—are you okay? Oh God,” and the vid freezes.

“RJ is now in the hospital, recovering from a pulled muscle and is currently unavailable for comment. However,” the woman shifts, “he’s still getting quite a few fan letters and promises that he’ll recover soon.

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JR smirks and leans down, starting the ignition of the car. He then looks at the camera, giving it a sultry look. His lips move, and he’s clearly trying to say something, but he’s already turned on the car, and he also neglected to actually roll down the windows. So his mouth just moves for a while, before the camera turns to look at a fat, smiling face.

“So RJ will totally do anything for fame and all. We watched Fast and the Furious last night, and he believes he can drive like them. Except we totally gave him an edit of a stunt that so didn’t work!” the guy laughs and then turns the camera back on RJ. He seems to consider for a moment before turning it back on him. “We, like, made sure to have a healer and a metal kinetic on hand and, like, there’s a guy inside the car that produces foam and stuff,” he stops, then laughs.” This is gonna be sweet, oh, oh, check it out!”

He turns the vid back, and RJ has already started the car moving. The kid confidently turns the car, handling it with the skill of a professional race car driver. His technique is flawless, if a little odd. It looked as though he were doing it more for show than for anything to actually work. As he did, the car started rising on two wheels, popping up for a moment. It rode like that for a decent stretch… before falling over. A puffing could be heard, and soon RJ was kicking out the door.

“That was awesome!” he said, laughing and clapping his hands. “The car flipped and everything! Damn, did you get that shiz on the corder?” he stepped forward, looking. “That’s gonna totally go viral and stuff! Knock that damn vid of the guy in the tree right off the map!”

---

“Dude, this is so not cool! Why’s it all the vids of me crashing and bashing my face in that are gettin’ all the hits? Okay, so, like, I’m still getting all the fly honies’ numbers and shiz, but this shit’s getting whack, yo. If I get one more guy sendin’ me that vid of me eatin’ it I’ma---

“Seriously, I went to the hospital and my mom was all freaked and shiz. Then the guys in their suits all showed up and was all like I’m a mutant. What kinda whacked out stuff is that? Tch.”

“You know what should totally be up there? The ones where I’m all like, ‘hey babe, you know I want your super hot bod. I’m the kind of mistake you just know you’re cravin’ to make. I got all the moves make your body rock, make your body rock, ‘cuz baby, I don’t speak no French, don’t speak no Italian but baby, I speak the language of the body, I speak the language of love, and I can make you totally melt babe.

“You wanna be treated like a princess? Babe, I’ll treat you like we just put a crown on your head. You special baby, baby, baby, ooooh. And I’m totally the one to show you just how special. Your body is a wonderland and I’m the Mad Hatter, gonna show you the way to your rabbit hole.

“Babe, we gonna watch the sunrise together, all wrapped up tight in each other’s arm. And I’ll be all I’m glad you came, and it’ll be all over an’ over again.”

“…”

“See, now why ain’t that shiz hittin’ the top vids? Damn, man…”

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Music Vid starts




SAMPLE: Oh yeah, RJ totally had this. He heard the pulsing music blaring from overhead and sauntered to the beat. His head bobbed in perfect time, and he looked around the club for a bit, careful to just sort of skim over people. It wouldn’t do to accidentally imitate some scrub when he’d spent all those hours watching professionals on YouTube and stuff.
“You all ready for this?” RJ asked, holding his arms out and circling. “I’ma’bout to show all you mothers what it’s like when someone really breaks it down,” he nodded, grinning fiercely. He turned to the nearest hottie, extending a hand in the traditional gun shape and giving it a little “tsch” and cocking it as if it fired. He gave a guy near her a “yeah, that’s right” look before he began moving.

RJ’s motions were smooth, perfectly practiced and matching the music almost perfectly. He’d been waiting for a song he’d specifically heard and all, and now he let his body carry through the rhythm. The music’s pounding base made his hips roll, and he seemed to include a fair amount of hip thrusts in his movements. His legs and arms still knew what to do though. He’d extend a leg out, pulse to the beat for a moment, nodding along, then swirl, moving about and dancing in perfect time. He turned a twirl into a smooth motion, dropping down and flipping about before hopping right back up. His outer dress shirt flew up, baring a pair of rippling abs barely contained in a black muscle shirt. RJ held the position for a while, winking at another particularly attractive honey before he spun up.
“Alright, now I’m gonna show you how you dance with your honies, bros,” he said, looking around. He pointed, “You there, you look hot enough to be seen with RJ. Come on up sweet thang, be my boo for the night,” he winked and gestured in his most seductive manner, positive that he’d just reeled another one in.

USERNAME: Fate

AGE GROUP: Late Twenties

EXPERIENCE: Turns out nearly a decade… and that’s just on forums.

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Babe, you know what to do~