Corbin Wes DuLac

[Corbin DuLac]

NAME:Corbin Wes DuLac
NICKNAME: Corby, Corb, Lake, Lance
AGE: 15
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
POSITION: Reluctant student
FACE CLAIM: Nathan Gamble

POWER:
Telekinesis
Corbin possesses the ability to lift small objects into the air, with his mind.  Typically by focusing, he can cause objects to levitate... but anything too big, and most he can do is push it.  He hasn't tried to use it on people yet, though those who have experienced it outright could feel a gust of wind... not cold, not hot, like air could be... but with enough force to move something.  He could, if maintaining control, lift articles of clothing, or even ruffle a person's hair in this manner.  To them, it'd be as if he was trying to physically lift them... when he's in control.  When he loses control however, he can lift things heavier than his standard fare, and even throw it.  His power typically requires conscious effort, however, when not in control of his anger, his power lashes out... unrestrained, touching everything... violently.

Limitations
He lacks finesse and control. Easily distracted, he can easily lose control at any given moment... When angered he can lift things he normally could lift physically, so long as it remains in his line of sight.  If it is too heavy for him to lift, he can still push it, as long as he'd be able to do so without the aid of his power.  His emotional state ties directly into the use of his power as well, it would seem.  When he's calm, he can find a focus to control what he manipulates, but when he's upset, his power activates, whether he wants it to or not... this can be detrimental, as the fact he can't control it may upset him further.

Side-Effects
When not in use, his hands itch... they feel warm... and increasingly warmer... he needs to use his powers to relieve the tension, and his head feels tight, as if in a vise until then.

When he uses his powers, his hands feel much cooler, and the tension slips away... however, if he overuses his abilities, he begins to have a debillitating headache that lasts for hours afterward... if he still tries to hold onto something exceptionally heavy that he's trying to move, his nose may start to bleed... then his body begins to give out on him, making him feel weaker, until he's unconcious. It is speculated that his power could kill him if he does that too often.


APPEARANCE SECTION: Corbin is a good looking kid, with his hair usually a mess, as if a beloved relative ruffled the hell out of his head. One typically sees him with one of two expressions on his face, most days... a slightly cocky smirk, or the one to watch out for... anger.

He has two massive scars, one on each wrist, that remain visible when he takes off his coat... and too often, bags under his eyes... as if he doesn't sleep a whole lot. His knuckles are also a mess of tiny little scars, as if he had a lot of fist fights.

He stands at about 5'7", with an athletic, trim form.  His messy hair is brown, and his eyes a deep, deep blue, they typically seem a bit haunted most days.  They're not typically seen, but he also has a smattering of freckles across his shoulders.

MUST HAVE APPAREL: He usually wears his old letterman jacket, and white tee shirts with jeans.. other days he'll be found in his old football jersey, and always keeps his father's dog tags on under his clothing.


PERSONALITY SECTION: Corbin is generally charismatic, he doesn't know anyone here, and while he doesn't want to be here... he doesn't want to make other people, in the same boat as he is, enemies. He also happens to like girls... alot... Though he does have some impressive anger management issues... with a rather short fuse on his temper, he's been in more than his fair share of fist fights in his young life. Those who actually get to know him, however, can see the reason of his anger... and the deep, underlying depression that may take root when he thinks he's alone.

He tries to make the most of his time at the Academy... but there are days it's clear he doesn't want to be there.  He'd rather be home... with his mother, father, and sister, playing varsity football for the Screaming Eagles.  Bellefonte is the epitome of his whole life shattering, and his hopes and dreams getting thrown out.

EXTRA QUIRK: Despite being a complete jock, Corbin, very much so, is a closet geek... loving anything from Star Trek, and Firefly, to Doctor Who... he's not a fan of the X-Men... given the current situation.


FATHER: Jayson Corbin DuLac (deceased)
MOTHER: Emilie Grayson DuLac
SIBLINGS: Sara Hillary DuLac (older sister, age 20)
PET: None
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None
WORTHY MENTIONS: Joseph Montyler, his best friend, and member of the Screaming Eagles... he hasn't figured out what to say when they talk on the phone.


CHILDHOOD: Born to photojournalist Emilie Grayson and the soldier who won her heart over seas, Sergeant Jayson DuLac, Corbin was born with a friend... Sara, his sister, who was five years his senior, they did everything together. Life wasn't easy when you had to move from military base to military base because of your father's change in station, or one of his many deployments, but the two of them, together, made the most of it. When Sara turned ten, however, Jayson realized that they needed a more stable life, and settled them down in Clarksville, Tennessee, near Fort Campbell. Corbin and Sara would look forward to seeing their father come home forever after, with new stories to tell, as he'd leave for other duty stations often, but always came back on leave.

The house was wonderful, with a tree house the four of them helped build, and woods in the backyard, making up their "fence".  Woods that Sara and he would explore regularly... there was even a nice lake they'd sit at and share lunch from time to time.  Well into their teen years.  A memory he'd keep with him, often, when Sara went away.

ADOLESCENCE: (Trigger Warnings: War Casualties, Suicide Attempt) Corbin did well in school for the most part, finding an intense love of sports, in highschool, he joined the school's football team, the Screaming Eagles (so named after the local 101st Airborne Division). His favorite days to play were when his father, ever proud, came out to watch, a very rare thing, but worth the wait. His proudest moment was when his father got to show for his first Sophomore game... where he'd been named captain of the team.

Sara eventually went to college on a full ride scholarship, and maintained contact with her beloved brother, they'd constantly let each other know how things were going, and Corbin looked forward to going to college after, with what looked like would have been a scholarship of his own, courtesy of the sports he played and loved.

Then the call came, when he was fifeteen. Their father, while overseas, had been on a convoy into Western Iraq... a roadside bomb took out his vehicle, and injured him.. even then, Jayson managed to save the others in the truck... before being shot.. and killed.

When Corbin got the news... he grabbed a kitchen knife... and ran. Far, far from the house, into the woods behind it... Emilie tried to chase, but she wasn't used to running long distances quite like Corbin was... She called the police, and when they found him, his wrists had been cut... he was rushed to the ER and when he awoke, he found a sobbing Sara, and his mother... he... he didn't want to see either of them. They were adults, they understood that had always been a risk, he had been a military man, hazards of the job... but Corbin... he wanted them gone. He told them so, and they tried to console him. He screamed at them to go away... and the chairs in the room began flying around, one sailing through a window, raining glass into the street below,  one hitting Sara... getting hit in the head hard enough to knock her out.

Seeing his sister hurt sobered him up right away... but it was also too much for him to bear... he ripped the IVs from his arms... and tried to run again. This time when his mother called the police, they caught him, and began making arrangements. Sara came to visit him a few days later, bringing him a bag of clothes, and his football; ensuring he was alright. While he was relieved to see she wasn't seriously hurt, and managed a weak apology, he told her there was no way he'd ever be alright. Not only had they lost the one person who could have saved him from his fate (at least in his eyes) he knew he'd never play football again, his dreams of a scholarship in football was just that now... a dream, a faded, faded dream. And the worst part about it was their father... Sure he had his sister... but he needed time and space from family... he needed to think. Apparently he'd get plenty of that when he arrived at Bellefonte Academy, whom the police had contacted.  They came in short order as well, after the violent outburst in the hospital.. He soon found himself in a car, then on a plane... quickly arriving at the school.

ADULTHOOD: Not there yet!


SAMPLE:
"What's your name?" the voice came from the man who sat across from him, a man with a large nose and dark eyes, a stomach that suggested that he lived the stereotype of being a cop. He must have never met a doughnut he didn't like... The table between them was cold and icy, metal... it wasn't comfortable... he was thankful for his coat in here... he had tried to fight them, and for his troubles, he could feel the metal of the handcuff digging into one of his hands, secured firmly to one of the table legs... the table, being bolted to the ground. The cuff probably wouldn't have burned so badly, had he not tried to slit his own wrists a few days prior.

"You know my name..." he told him, no short supply of venom to his words.

"I also knew your father... what do you think he'd say--" the cop jumped back in surprise as Corbin stood up, suddenly, knocking the chair back, one hand slamming onto the top of the table.

"You don't get to talk about my father!" he shouted, "It isn't his fault I can break things..." he added.

"Easy kid, I'm not blaming him for a damn thing, alright? That man's done alot for this town, hell, for this country, I don't give a rat's ass about what you can do with your mind, what I want to know, is what you intend to do with your family... you can't just leave them without saying a proper goodbye..." the detective was getting on his nerves... So much so that the table was beginning to rattle.

"I hurt my sister, I don't want to go anywhere near them right now..." Corbin told the man.

"Well, ain't that too bad... your sister already showed up, she seemed fine to me," the detective said, moving to get the door.. Corbin felt a chill run down his spine as he stood there, transfixed at the door...

USERNAME: Dyerdon (formerly Clark)

AGE GROUP: 32

EXPERIENCE: 16 years now, started IRC, moved onto forums, and a short stint on PBeM.. not my fav.

WHERE DID YOU FIND US? Kaolin found it on RPG-D, so naturally I followed her.[/blockquote]Template made by MEL, inspired by NU

[Fate]

Welcome to the Bellefonte Academy, Dyerdon!
Here's a link to the CLAIMS!