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Post by Nico Martell on Mar 24, 2015 13:16:39 GMT -6
Angel Nico Martell
FACE CLAIM: Avan Jogia
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AGE: Sixteen[/ul][/ul][/blockquote]
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
POSITION: Bellefonte Student
POWER: Phasing
Nico possesses the ability to shift his own density to the point where he can seamlessly pass through solid objects. What this essentially implies is sending his body into a state where the various molecules which construct it are so scattered and loose that they’re able to simply “phase” through various solid objects. The process leaves Nico feeling “tingly” as it requires his body to essentially disrupt its molecular makeup throughout the duration of the ability.
As Nico is woefully undertrained and undisciplined, he cannot do this as easily as he should be able to do so. It should be more a matter of focusing, purposefully convincing his body to momentarily alter itself in order to pass through the specific material in question. It does, however, happen on accident, due in no small part because Nico cannot control his power all that well. It will likely always have some accidental phasing even should he master the ability.
Furthermore he can get stuck phasing partway through something. Depending on what that something is, this can have fairly painful consequences. Usually his body has rearranged itself in such a way that it would literally rebuild itself around the object in question. Thus he'd essentially be a whole person who just happens to have a piece of something sticking out. Really uncomfortable, but not necessarily dangerous. If, however, said something is, say, dangerous in some way or another, it can affect him as if the object itself got into his bloodstream. Generally speaking, he can re-phase out of it quick enough so it doesn't matter.
LIMITATIONS:
- Nico can only phase through most solid objects. Especially dense or partially frozen liquids can sometimes work out well.
- Nico cannot phase through gases.
- The more solid the object, the easier the phase. Loosely constructed objects, such as cloth or fabric are oddly difficult to phase through
- The process cannot be done too frequently, else Nico’s molecules will have issues reconstituting themselves. At current ability and skill, he can phase through roughly six feet of material, depending on the material. He could push himself further, but the side effects will be painful.
SIDE-EFFECTS:
- Each attempt to phase leaves Nico feeling “tingly,” which is essentially his body reacting to being suddenly shifted to another molecular density.
- Nico will often accidentally phase during periods of high emotion. If he’s experiencing a particular strong emotion, it is not abnormal for him to phase through a floor or anything else he happens to be standing on. He has been known to phase through his shoes, as his they’re the most solid piece of clothing he has.
- Phasing through too much will put strain on Nico’s body, leaving it aching in addition to tingling. Again, this is currently roughly six feet of material.
“Do you know why you’re here?”
Nico blinked, looking up at the man speaking to him. The young man had pulled his long hair back into a loose tail at the top of his head, not wanting it to get in his eyes. Authority figures had this tendency to hate it when something obstructed your vision, said that it was disrespectful. Nico could distinctly recall his mother saying to be respectful of the policía at all times, even if his hopeless brothers couldn’t muster the slightest bit of respect. The policia here, they didn't like the way he looked: all pretty with dark skin, attracting the wrong sort of looks. You just nod and say "sir" and don't give them a reason to throw you down, put your hands over your head. No, they don't like the pretty ones. And he was the pretty one, the good one... but he could manage.
Now he managed a nod.
“You’re being transferred to Bellefonte Academy, which puts you back in the States. You understand what that means?”
Nico nodded again.
“It means that you’re going back to the country where you earned that criminal record of yours,” a hand tapped a folder, “according to this, you confessed to several crimes, mostly petty ones. Shoplifting, aiding and abetting, lying to an officer of the law, auto theft, breaking and entering, illegal possession… is there something you haven’t done?”
Murder immediately came to Nico’s mind, but he didn’t let the word pass his lips. Instead he just looked into the official’s eyes, blinking slowly. “You are the good boy, mi pequeño angel. You do what good boys do, si?”
“It’s odd, isn’t it?” a chair squealed as a man leaned back, his hands folding behind his head. “You’re one of the few cases we have like this. Manifested in juvie, huh,” a snort passed lips. “So, what, you were so desperate to get out that you just sort of walked through the bars? You put us through hell, Angel.”
Nico nodded, again knowing precisely what he should be saying and doing. The description was accurate at its core, if not in its details. Yes, he had been in juvie when he’s manifested. He’d been with his brothers on another of their little outings. Just be the lookout, they’d said. Just stand there and look like you’re just hanging out. Kids hang out all the time, ain’t nobody gonna look twice at some thirteen year old punk hanging out at a street corner.
Then they’d done something to result in the policía showing up. Good boy, good brother, had yelled. Yelled and gotten caught. Then he’d done what all good brothers do: he’d copped to everything his brothers had done. Wasn’t like he hadn’t done a fair amount of it himself: you pretty well had to, if you were going to survive.
Then he’d just been sitting in his cell, minding his own business, when his cellmate had talked about how very pretty he was, what with his long hair and his pretty brown eyes. Nico knew how to defend himself: he hadn’t been that worried, but when the guy had begun roughing him up, pushing him around, hitting him against bars, well, then it had happened.
“Days to get there: months to get through the paperwork. At least they had the good sense to separate you from the others. Bunch of…” curses rained down, following by a grumble and a hand massaging the bridge of a nose. “Then it was decided to go light on you: you weren’t that much trouble. Canada was closer. So, what, a year at Acton Vale before the place burned down?”
Nico nodded.
“Don’t suppose you had anything to do with that?”
Nico shook his head.
“So now you’re transferring… what did you do in between?”
“Not much, sir,” Nico replied, proving that he could, in fact, manage it. It was true too: he’d taken some time in the intervening months to head home, check up on his mother. She didn’t have that much longer to go, not with whatever the illness was ravaging her body. Not like the Martells could afford a doctor. Still, she was thrilled that one of her sons had been pulled for a special program. Not just one of her sons: her angel. Yes, free schooling for her pequeño angel. He would be a college boy. Not like his brothers at all.
“So, now you’re heading back to the States, back to Bellefonte because of shifting enrollment. Shame about that,” hands tapped a file. Eyes looked to Nico’s. He looked back. He blinked.
“Your request is already processed. Try not to get into any more trouble. You're technically supposed to be serving out your sentence.”
Nico nodded as if he didn't already know that. “Yes sir,” he said. He waited till he had permission to rise. He did so. He shook hands. Then he walked out, not really breathing until he crossed the door, where an escort stood waiting. To the airport. Long flight to Montana. Then to the new school.
SAMPLE: Nico stood, watching as they attempted to pick a lock. They were doing it wrong: he could tell that much. If you wanted to use a hairpin, you needed to make sure that it could fit into the tumblers and twist just right. They were mostly fiddling around, looking like a bunch of idiots that had seen how to pick a lock on television but never actually tried it out. Nico was sorely tempted to just walk up, grab the pick, and twist until the locks popped free.
Instead he did what he did so often: he stood by and watched, pretending like it wasn’t any of his business. He heard that there was a cat that could spy on them, that it would show up and they’d all be screwed. Nico supposed he’d probably get wrapped in that, but he couldn’t quite leave. There was just something fascinating about watching the idiots. Kind of like watching children attempting to start a fire with flint.
Then one of them turned. Nico didn’t look him in the eyes: that meant you wanted to fight. He averted his gaze, shifted his feet, attempted to make himself look smaller, less threatening. His posture sent the message clear: I don’t want any trouble.
“Hey, you looking for trouble?” the guy asked, thus proving Nico’s suspicion that he’d learned from the television.
Nico shook his head.
“You’d better not, else there’s gonna be hell to—“ the kid trailed off, turning to look. Nico dared look out of the corner of his eye. Someone new. Well, this just got a whole lot more complicated, didn’t it?
USERNAME: Fate
AGE GROUP: Late Twenties
EXPERIENCE: Something like 10 years now.
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? Nu pointed. I followed
