Rob Snow

[Rob Snow]

Robert Brandon Snow
FACE CLAIM: Ed Sheeran
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AGE: Twenty-One
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
POSITION: College Student (Sophomore, Music Theory)


POWER: Sonic Healing

At the core, Rob's power involves healing people using sonic vibrations. So long as there is some sort of vibration, he can utilize his ability to direct that vibration to cause wounds to heal. Rob generally ends up singing or playing an instrument to create the noise, and he's found that softer, gentler sounds are slightly easier to manipulate into healing someone.

His power works better if he can have direct contact or some other method of directing the sound directly into someone. He has to get the vibrations into someone, as he manipulates the sound and vibrations directly. So long as he can actually get the vibrations to the person, he can work his power.

The actual process feels strange as it works through vibration and stimulation. Anyone who undergoes it feels a sort of massaging feeling around the injured body. This stirs the cells within to start the natural healing process. That process gets further accelerated with more and more contact and direction until the point when the wounds heal in a manner similar to how they would naturally (with any and all stiffness that would come, only possibly a little massaged).

LIMITATIONS:

• Ability requires sound (or other strong vibrations) in order to work properly.
  
• Ability cannot bring people back from the dead.
  
• Some first aid knowledge is required to get things to work just right: improper healing can cause almost as many problems as it fixes.
• Works mainly for healing. Theoretically could be used to work in the opposite direction, but that hasn't quite happened yet (and would likely have its own problems).
  

SIDE-EFFECTS:

• Ability is mentally and physically draining. At current training, Rob can only heal for roughly fifteen minutes in one go before requiring a break, and after said break, he'd be feeling like he'd just been sitting on a vibrating chair for an extended period of time.
• Overuse would cause rebound onto user, meaning that he would require significant rest.
  

The young man smiles at the young woman who's sitting with him in the tattoo parlour. She's been looking at him for some time, and while he'd love to think it had something to do with his looks, he could tell the direction the eyes were angled. He holds up one arm, covered in ginger hair, and twists it slightly.

"Quite a bit, huh?" he says, his voice soft and just slightly clipped with a faint accent, either Eastern or English. The girl nods and comments about her own fear about getting her first one. The young man laughs and shakes his head, raising a hand up to ruffle his already ruffled orange-red hair. "The first time's always the worst, honest. See this one?" He tilts his arm around to show a paw print near the middle. He taps it twice. "That's the first one I got," he pauses while she asks about the meaning, then laughs and shakes his head. "The meaning was that I was eighteen and had a parent's permission slip."

The others?

"Well, a few of them are just bits and pieces that I thought looked good, you know?" he tilts the arm about, tapping a few as he went along: a triangle (which technically meant talent or something if you believed that sort of rubbish), some waves, a cross, and other bits. "Though some of them have meaning. Like this," he twisted his arm to show off a teddy bear. "That's for Ted, he's my kid brother. We were tight back in the day, before he died."

The young man shakes his head, holding up a hand. "It wasn't anything too horrible: he'd been fighting off cancer. I did make it easier for him. Gave him a few extra years with my gift. That was... nine years ago now?" He tilts his head to the side, his eyes and lips moving as he counts before nodding. "Right, nine years. that's when I found out I had some more talents besides just the playing and singing. Ended up with a one-way trip straight to Canada. Least they were nice about it. Showed up next day after I sang to my brother but let me stay a few weeks to get things in order."

The young man pauses, staring at the teddy bear for a while, lost in though. The girl says something and he pulls his attention up. "Hmm?" she repeats it. He nods. "Oh, yeah, I can sing and play," he hums a few soft bars, tapping one hand against the seat. "That's actually what I sort of do here. Well, that and pretend like I'm going to college. You a college girl?" He waits for the answer, nodding, letting her talk and smiling all the while. Soon enough she gets called up.

One of the workers comes over though, leaning over, saying he was interested in some of the other tats. They all have stories? "Well, like I said, most do," the young man says, adding a shrug. "Take these," he holds an arm up to show a band of puzzle pieces, "those are matching tats. Got them each with a mate, one at a time. Saving a space," he taps a blank spot, "for the future Mrs. Snow, or whatever she wants her name to be: women's rights and all that," he winks, then lowers the arm. Another question comes.

"oh yeah, been all over," the young man holds up the arms. "Graduated school, so I took the guitar and just sort of wandered around the globe for a few years. Got ink in pretty well every place I've been. Australia," he taps a kiwi bird, "Britain," a tea cup, "Korea," a set of Chinese symbols, "I like the irony," he drawls, smiling so that his green eyes flash. "And hearing my own voice, obviously."

They both laugh at that. He nods. The worker gestures to the large tree on one arm. The young man twists. "That? Family tree. See some of the dead branches? Teddy. Uncle," he tapped them, nodding. "got to remember people and places. That's what it's about. People, places," he taps a few others, "and places and people I want to go and see."

Another lapse, and he nods, smiling. His name is called and he rises, pausing for a last question to look. "Yeah, I'm here now. Heard good things about the school, and something's going on here. 'sides, I haven't spent much time in the states yet. Gives me a chance to get somewhere else. That's what I'm here for now," he nods and pulls his head toward where the artist waits, "got to get the one to mark my new home."

He bounces his brows then raises a hand to bid the worker farewell before moving on. "And so my watch begins."


SAMPLE:  Rob's hand connected with the guitar a few times between beats. He was mostly just playing now, almost reflexively: his hands wanting to move at all times. They plucked as they tapped, pulling familiar tunes out of the instrument and releasing them into the air. He didn't let any linger, pulling one noise after another. It was tempting to use his voice, and as he always did, he looked around, wondering if there was someone there who could use it.

Seemed to be what he did any more: wander the streets, playing, looking for people hurt that he could help with a little tune. Suited him more or less: never tied down, just wandering about. Sure, he technically had a dorm room, but it wasn't like he spent a lot of time there. It was a place to sleep and store a few possessions, namely guitar paraphernalia and a handful of clothes and such.

Finally his gaze settled on someone. He kept playing, but he watched, curious, finally leaning over, across the bar. "Buy a pint for that one, would ya?" he asked, tilting his head slightly. "Looks like they could use one. You know I'm good for it," he winked and smiled before leaning back, letting his fingers and hands move again.

USERNAME: Fate

AGE GROUP: getting close to 30.

EXPERIENCE: Me RP Long time.

WHERE DID YOU FIND US? Nu dragged me here

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