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Post by Patch Adams on Oct 1, 2015 4:51:36 GMT -6
Patrick “Patch” Adams
FACE CLAIM: Nico Tortorella
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AGE: 21
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
POSITION: College Student
POWER: Umbrakinesis - Shadow/Darkness Manipulation
Patch has the ability to use the natural darkness to cloud himself and create tangible shadow puppets he can manipulate with his mind. With great control and concentration, he can make them move to his will. He occasionally uses his hands more for show than anything else.
LIMITATIONS:
Limited to natural darkness and shadows; weather based or absence of light
The shadow puppets can only last a few minutes before it goes up in smoke
As tangible as the shadow puppets are, they’re incapable of inflicting hurt
SIDE-EFFECTS:
Very sensitive to light so he’s always fully dressed with shades on
Prone to mood swings
Gets headaches when exposed to light
Epilepsy - episodes where he would get seizures from too much light
Vertigo - gets dizzy when he spends too much time outdoors
The five times in my life my parents were totally screwing with me
-May 25th 1994-
My mom had been pregnant with me for about...eight and a half months and still looked like she could climb a mountain if she put a little effort. It was during one of her exercising sessions that she started feeling me moving around to get out and a whole caravan of singing individuals crowded around her in the van trying to lighten the mood. I came out, shock of dark hair plastered on to my forehead, screaming with all my might in the middle of the road in a caravan full of tearful singing individuals.
When they cut the umbilical cord and I was latched onto her, my dad decided to name me Patrick Adams after his grandfather. Sounds pretty tame I know. Especially given that my mother’s name was Lavender and my dad chose to call himself Tiger Lily after my mom’s favourite flower. But even now that I think about it, this wasn’t the worst of times when my parents screwed with me.
-October 11th 1999-
I had been a colicky baby for two years before I settled down and became the bundle of joy my parents had expected their first child to be. They were surprisingly patient with me although I distinctly remember my childhood smelling of patchouli surrounded by tambourines and flower garlands on my head, so I suppose it wasn’t that surprising? I was passed around as everybody’s child and as I grew up, I remember knowing everyone in the compound’s name but calling all of them with variations of mom and dad.
What most people didn’t know and never found out about my parents was that they were both avid Robin Williams’ fans. They have watched every movie that had him in it and in that year, they saw one that would basically change my personal life from that day on.
Although I guess I can’t very well blame my parents for wanting to call me Patch since I did call myself “Patchik” ever since I could say my name but it didn’t change the fact that it did serve as a joke amongst my peers as I grew up. But that date did make me realise that my parents loved messing with me.
-September 19th 2009-
Throughout my childhood, weird things happened in the compound that I lived in (yes, I lived in a hippie commune) that was more or less hidden should it be spotted by the kids. Some were a lot more open about those weird things but most kept it hidden because it scared the little ones. I was mostly fascinated by the sudden flickering of lights that weren’t attached to any power outlet or sudden appearances of the adults in places that should not have been possible and sudden goodbyes to families whose kids did something just as weird. I thought it was some initiation or something but some of the kids were a lot younger than me and they had to go away and I didn’t. I had to say goodbye to a lot of my closest friends.
And then the mood swings started for me. I didn’t really take much notice of them at first. Mom was heard talking in hushed tones with dad who kept giving me weird but somehow proud looks and it just made me curl up into the shadows even more when they would go have their discussions without me. Shadows started moving in weird patterns when I was around them and people started to comment on the fact that I had a dark aura surrounding me. It didn’t help that I could no longer play outside after classes like I used to so I got paler and paler everyday.
Dad eventually told me that we were going away. Not only was I going through one of the weirdest times of my life at fifteen years old, now I had to leave the people I had grown up with my whole life? No more calling people all the variations of mom and dad, no more singing around the campfire… We were packed and ready to go in one night and the drive over was filled with me curled up in a ball at the back of the van feeling more and more in the dark than ever.
I woke up the next day in another country, in a bed that didn’t smell like lavender oil with springs poking in my back. Dad was at the foot of my bed and immediately after he saw that I was awake, he told me that we were calling this place our home. And then he told me that I was a mutant and I also found out that day that both of my parents were mutants too. I remember wanting to laugh at my dad’s face while at the same time the urge to run felt almost too overwhelming. I wanted to go back to the compound. I totally yelled at dad for trying to mess with me but he called mom in and asked her to show what she could do. When the penknife was produced and she started to cut dad’s finger with it, I almost balked at the blood but dad was smiling and reassuring me that there was nothing to worry about because there no longer was a cut. A quick wipe of the finger with a piece of tissue and even the blood was gone. She was a healer.
They both told me that there was a school that could help me control my abilities and that they were both alumnis. Which was why they had to move. I found out that some of the families that left before were also here, though some decided to go to other schools similar to the one they were going to send me to. I was so happy that I could finally meet some of my old friends again.
It didn’t stop me from thinking my parents just really enjoyed pulling the rug from underneath me.
-June 17th 2013-
I finally graduated from Bellefonte with surprisingly flying colours. Even my parents were shocked at my grades and they’re rarely shocked at what I do anymore. Given the fact that they weren’t surprised when I asked for a tattoo when I was sixteen, to which only my mom was grudgingly accepting of. My dad was disappointed that I wanted stars on my shoulders but he let me get them anyway. The only thing I had to promise them was that I had to find a job if I wanted more. And I did. It didn’t pay much but it was enough to sustain my addiction to tattoos. A lot of it were on my arms and some on my back, which I know was kind of stupid because I’m always covered up anyway.
My graduation day was also when my parents told me that they were going to take over a bookshop from a blind woman who decided to leave the country for God knows what reason. It was a nice two storey place with a cafe at the second floor and the books all catered to the blind. It was a weird investment but my parents were quite unusual so I didn’t really pay mind to it. What was unusual was that they wanted me to take over once I got a college degree at least. Which meant I had to go to college doing the one thing I didn’t think I would be any good at. Business. What the hell would I even know about business? Obviously my parents were messing with me. But no. They were dead serious about it. So who was I to argue? They’d given me the best years of my life and they seemed to always know exactly what was good for me. I trusted them with my life. If it meant studying business to make them happy, I guess I could listen to them.
But I did decide to take a leap year, which they both understood. I went backpacking all across Europe and Asia, and soaked up so much culture in one year that when I came back, Kalispell seemed so...small. I had experienced so much in such a short time that by the time I came home to my parents, I kind of felt the need to settle down. Yeah, sure. Twenty was an odd age to be thinking of ‘settling down’ but everything else just seemed so insignificant to me.
Sure I could still do business like they asked me to and sure I could most definitely take over the bookstore but there was just no rush.
-March 22nd 2015-
My mom told me she was pregnant. I was going to have a baby sister soon. Seriously. My parents just love to screw with me.
SAMPLE: But but but but but puppies?
USERNAME: You guys know I’m Queen, right?
AGE GROUP: Old. Such old. Many old.
EXPERIENCE: Years. Much years. Many writes. Wow.
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? Mel laid a trail of her underwear for me to find
