Joey Flamick

[Joey Flamick]

NAME: Joseph Peter Flamick
NICKNAME:Joey
AGE: 19
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual,
POSITION: student
FACE CLAIM:Alan Ritchson

POWER:
Name of PowerTerrakenesis
If he stomps on the ground it quakes and breaks often leaving deep footprints in earth, or solid rock. Stalagmite like formations erupt from the earth from a punch to the ground or a well placed foot. The exact placement of these stalagmites are near impossible for him; however. They are only 2.03 meters high and only form per punch.

The connection with the punches and feet are his way of focusing his power. He can't just stand there and think these things into happening because his understand of his power just doesn't work that way. It was the only way he could focus his power. Being physical helps him focus. Growing up on a farm and many rough and tumble play mates the bodily connection to his power was the only way he could get it to work. If he could understand his power in a less physical sense perhaps he could lift rocks with just staring at them. Or by waving a hand like some kind o magician, but as it is connecting with the earth is his way of understanding and controlling.

It's not as though he does this whole making stalagmite or craters often because well it takes far too much energy for one. And he doesn't really see the point? Not that he's counted but probably no more than roughly a dozen in a day. The putting the earth back to it's original state isn't something he can really do either. Breaking something easy putting it back together? Well, let's just say he doesn't understand that either. Lots of things about his power just doesn't click. Which is also a reason why he tries his best not to use it. That was at least one thing he learned. Don't do something or use something if you don't understand it or the consequences it makes.

In this connection with his power all Joey can really do stems directly from physical contact with the earth. Which is another reason why he doesn't like being far from solid ground. Cracks in the ground can flow from his feet if he's running without thinking, or rumbles shake the earth if he jumps around like an excited chihuahua (which happens more often than one might think a common frustration from his teachers).

Not being able to hold tight to his emotions well he doesn't control his power well.Though he's practiced and trained just like his teachers tell him to the whole "control" thing has always fazed him. These sorts of things don't happen all the time because after years of teaching he does have enough control to function in society. However, like many if he gets overly worked up and easily accessible to rock or earth things can get shaky.

Limitations
Mud isn't a good thing for him as in he can barely do anything with it. Far too wet and "gooky" to try and mess with. He has a lot of punch but very little finesse. Fine control and concentration has never been his strong suit and probably never will. Sand is also not a big fan of his especially if it's wet sand. Some good loamy soil or limestone is more his cup of tea. If he's on a high level floor (basically anything higher than two, yes three is a high number to him) in a building with no earth nearby he's pretty much useless. On lower flowers (so first floor and second floor) he has caused foundations to shift a bit, but nothing major.

Side-Effects
Like most powers this power can cause fatigue with over use. Can cause migraines because of the mental strain. Along with mental strain there is muscular strain when manipulating the rock/earth. Feels high levels of discomfort in large bodies of water or high off the ground. Also his mother tends to yell at him to clean up and wash his hands every ten minutes.


APPEARANCE SECTION: A tall specimen at 6'4 with fairly broad shoulders he tends to tower over people. With his robust personality added in he can seem to fill up a room. His long legs get him from point A to point Q rather nicely often loping about like a giraffe. Arms thick with muscles from working on a farm from the time he could walk, and summers spent helping his father in construction. From that same background gives him nicely tanned skin.

Narrow brown eyes shine out from under dark brows and blond locks of messily cut hair. His angular face with a strong jaw is nearly always graced with a goofy smile. If he's not smiling it usually means he's confused, zoning out, or is thinking about rocks. When he doesn't understand something or someone he tends to look a lot like a lost puppy or confused bird.

Large hands ruff with calluses his knuckles are scarred from punching rocks and trees. Other scars grace his knees, feet, and elbows from fighting and work. The worst scar in a six inch slash on his thigh from a farming accident. On his right wrist is a two inch sized white feathered wing outlined to look as though it were glowing golden light. Other than those he has no other piercings, tattoos, or noticeable markings.

His clothing runs on the casual side, as in it's more likely to get an elephant in a shrew's tutu than him in a suit. Most of his jeans are torn, worn thin, or have permanent mud imbedded into the fibers. If he can get away with it he will not wear shoes. He finds them confining and uncomfortable. So in the dead of winter as long as he's inside he'll wear flip flops, and if he can get away with it outside as well.

MUST HAVE APPAREL: Clothes that are easily cleaned. A "shark tooth" his big sister gave him.

PERSONALITY SECTION:A happy puppy romps around the yard yapping playing and chasing whatever moves. His beloved owner walks toward him calling his name with a smile. The puppy turns and bounds over tail wagging joyously face filled with the love only canines seem to contain. Now take that picture and apply it to a roughly six and a half foot tall young man and you've got Joey. He's playful, energetic, and loves to welcome his friends and family with the rambunctiousness of a pup.

Personal bubbles aren't really a thing with him either. Hugs, pats on the back, rubbing of heads, and even kisses are given freely. If he had a tail it would probably be wagging almost constantly. In place of a tail he smiles, a lot. The closer a friend the bigger and longer the hug. Most people, especially those of the male gender, make quick work of hugs. Not Joey he enjoys wrapping his arms around his loved ones lifting them up in the arm and whirling about in a circle.

Laughter also flows out of him freely filling his sentences like punctuation. He's also known for laughing at the wrong time and the very wrong place. Mostly because jokes that he didn't get hours or even days ago finally click. Or he notices something funny that has nothing really to do with the situation at hand.

If there is ever a time that anger flares up it's like a volcano. Violence, loud noises, and destruction all around but it tends to happen quickly and ends just as fast. In most things he doesn't hold grudges or stays mad at people, but two things he can hold onto like a bear with a fish. His family, and horses.

EXTRA QUIRK:He likes rocks. A lot.


FATHER:Peter Flamick (51, construction worker/farmer, Terrakenesis)
MOTHER:Betsy Ann Flamick (47, horse trainer/breeder, horse communicator)
SIBLINGS:Lavinia Flamick (23, artist/college student, Komodo dragon mimic)
PET:Buddy (American Bulldog/Pit bull mix)
SIGNIFICANT OTHER:NA
WORTHY MENTIONS:


CHILDHOOD: Being a kid on a good sized farm in Tennessee with bunches of different animals and plenty of room to play was the best. Chickens to chase, cows to shoot milk out of into his mouth, and horses to ride. There was hay to jump into and creeks to swim and fish in whenever the weather was good.

It also involved the typical chores of feeding those animals, bailing that hay, and milking those cows into pails not your mouth. There were fences to mend, stalls to muck, and eggs to collect. But all of this was small potatoes when there was so much fun to be had everywhere. Plus his mother was a fabulous cook with mountains of biscuits, rivers of gravy, and a barn of pigs worth of bacon and sausage.

The downside was friends tended to be a decent distance away, but a fast horse fixed that problem easy. A happy boy he had plenty of friends to ride bikes with and play sports together.

His only real bad memory as a child was a mean dog he passed every day on his bike ride home from school. The dog always lunged at him trying to bite him barking madly. Usually he loved animals of all kinds, but that canine despised everyone. As long as he kept his distance the dog didn't really bother him. But one day he was riding with his buddies who were ribbing him about a teddy bear he'd gotten his big sister for her birthday. They grabbed the bear and tossed it; right into the mean dog's yard. In the act of retrieving said bear he got bitten, but it didn't matter after he saw one his sister's rare smiles at the gift. A week later the dog was gone he never knew what happened to it.

ADOLESCENCE: Early adolescence was spent moving and farm house just outside of Kalispell. Why the move to Montana? His sister was special, or so he was told. But he wasn't about to let states separate them, so he threw the biggest fit the 11 year old had ever thrown. It lasted twelve weeks. Finally his parents decided a move might due them some good, especially since Lavinia was doing too well at the school.

His mother and him moved to Kalispell ahead of his father while things were settled, sold, and shipped across country. The school helpfully hired her to work at the stables until things got settled. All was well in the Flamick household again.

After school he'd run over to Bellefonte Academy to walk his big sister home. It went on like this for a few years his father finally joined them in Montana. They no longer had all the different types of animals, but they kept the horses. In no time at all they had a trail ride business set up near the state park. Things seemed perfect to Joey who'd again made all sorts of friends to romp across the countryside with.

Then things shifted again, but in his opinion it shifted for the better. The ground shifted to be exact. One day as he went to the Academy to meet up with his sister he noticed some older boys around her. At first he thought she might actually be getting a boy friend. But then he saw her hiss at one of them while they poked and prodded her. It was never good when sister hissed at people. He yelled at the much older boys to leave her alone, but they merely laughed at the slightly shorter boy.

They continued messing with his big sissy saying some nasty words along with poking her. Hands in fists he yelled "Move away" at the top of his lungs stomping his foot like a indignant child. In response the earth moved. It moved away and toward the older teenagers. It was safe to say they moved. And the next day he got to start classes at the fancy school with his big sister.

After that life got harder because of training with his new power. Many frustrations came with his new power like sneezing holes in stone walls; tripping on his shoe laces and making craters; and finding dirt in the most unseemly places. But that was all okay because he got to go to school with big sister for a little while. Now he's just trying to get into college.


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