Beau Robinson

[Beau Robinson]

Beau N.M.I. Robinson
FACE CLAIM: Sean Berdy
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AGE: 17
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: homosexual
POSITION: Bellefonte Student

POWER: Hyperactive Procedural Memory

Beau's ability allows him to copy any movement or skill he's seen ( or experienced ), even if only once. Essentially, his brain is more 'malleable' than most - his entire cognitive function is 'procedural' rather than 'declarative.' Long story short: He learns skills impossibly quickly, and is capable of replicating them perfectly.

He can combine things that are similarly related ( for instance, multiple diving positions ) in different formations.

Secondary Power
As a side-effect of all this, he has extremely keyed up reflexes. While he can't dodge bullets or anything crazy like that ( he doesn't have preternatural speed ) if he were already in motion, he could likely tell where someone was going to shoot, and adjust accordingly.

LIMITATIONS:
Since all of his neurons are keyed to procedural memory, he doesn't remember anything for more than a month at best. Think of his memory like a complicated game of Kerplunk, where the marbles all serve as his memory. Every time he learns something new, something ( usually the least used memory thusfar ) is overwritten.

With regards to the physical things he learns to do: He must be physically capable of doing those actions. For instance, he cannot recreate powers. Additionally, while he might learn how to bench press 300 lbs, he is likely not physically able to do that.

While he can mix the things he's learned, they must be similar - though he can learn to use a gun immediately, he could not likely combine precision shooting with diving from a high-dive. The skills are too dissimilar to be effective.


SIDE-EFFECTS:
His memory is almost useless. He is constantly forgetting words, turns of phrases, etc. Jokes are usually always funny to him, and he will never complain about hearing the same story again. He has no memories beyond a month old. No experiences, no skills, nothing.


HEIGHT: 5'10"
HAIR COLOR: Red
EYE COLOR: Blue

MISC: He has a few scars from things he can't remember. Breaking his arm once, a cut that didn't heal quite right on his thigh, and a small burn on the back of his hand. When not in uniform, he dresses in whatever he wants - some days, he wears a punk style, other days he decides he's feeling pretty and will be dressed to the nines. He has no 'style' of his own, changing mostly at a whim.


PERSONALITY: The problem with this, is that personality is usually defined by one's past, and he doesn't really have one. There are a few consistent traits that come from his lack of a long-term memory, though. For instance, he is usually willing to throw himself headlong into situations one might not consider wise.

He's incredibly curious and is constantly aiming for new experiences. On the plus side, since most experiences are new to him, this can be as tame as climbing trees, to as extreme as skydiving or basejumping ( when he's able to. )

Beau can occasionally be prone to bouts of depression if he gets too caught up in his lack of persistent memory, but he tries very hard to not let himself wallow. It could be speculated that his interest in doing things that are exciting or dangerous stems from a desire to avoid this depressive possibility.

Lastly, he's kind of naive. He doesn't remember the good or the bad about people, and so he usually assumes the best, rather than the worst. He's can't really be jaded.

SECRET(S): Not really. If he has them, he's long since forgotten them. ( In fact, this makes him an excellent 'secret keeper' - people can feel comfortable talking to him knowing that he won't remember it anyways. )


FATHER: Allen Robinson
MOTHER: Cynthia Robinson
SIBLINGS: David Robinson
WORTHY MENTIONS: N/A

CHILDHOOD: Though to him, it's all a blank slate, his childhood was rather simple. He went to school, had a loving family, and for the most part, never experienced bad things ( he did lose his pet goldfish when he was six, though. ) during his upbringing. Well, aside from the fact that he was born with total hearing loss. But even that he never really considered bad, just different.

His parents taught him not to talk to strangers, and to do his studies. He was fairly athletic, jumping from one sport to another out of sheer, unrestrained exuberance. Missing audible cues caused problems sometimes, sure, but never really interfered with his playing. He went to school with an interpreter, and aside from weird questions, no one messed with him for it.

He was the younger of two boys, and so he did have to deal with the 'hand me down' situation. They weren't rich, or even well-off, both of his parents working to support the family of four as best they could. He didn't mind, though, and took the (mostly) good-natured ribbing and gave as well as he got. Teasing he could handle. The occasional fights they got into often ended in tears and hurt feelings, but generally, David sucked it up and made it up to Beau.

The two were more or less inseparable ( only having about two years difference ) all throughout Beau's childhood.

ADOLESCENCE: This, perhaps, was the hard part. He woke up one Saturday morning, and his memory was a touch hazy around the edges. It wasn't anything to be too worked up about at first, just stumbling over names here and there. Forgetting early things. But as the day progressed, he watched some silly kung-fu movie, and the action sequences burned through his long-term memory very quickly.

He forgot birthdays - including his own. He forgot history, and mathematics. Words he didn't use often slowly filtered out of his consciousness. His schoolwork started reflecting the oddity after only a week. It was the second when the recruiter finally picked him up, explaining the whole situation to the family.

Beau, however, wasn't ever going to be normal. Even around power dampeners, he wouldn't regain his memories, as his brain had simply deleted them to make room for the capabilities he had. His time spent in BA was mostly trying to come up with coping methods, and hopefully come up with a way to control the otherwise passive predicament.

So far, there hasn't been one.

ADULTHOOD: At least two paragraphs please. (You don't need to fill this out if your character is under 18 years old)


SAMPLE:

It wasn't like he did much. In fact, many people thought that was his 'issue', and why he wasn't 'excelling' at anything. So for now, he was trying to put on a front - at least attempting to be sociable.
Except breakfast had left him feeling sick, even though he'd shared it with a few other students. They didn't understand that he wasn't vegan because he didn't like meat, it was because he couldn't stomach the smell of it when it was cooking. It was too soon.

Maybe some day, but that day was still in the distance.

So now, he was doing something else. No, students weren't allowed to drive the vehicles in the garage, but there was nothing saying that they weren't allowed to inspect them. He had a passing interest in things like combustion engines now - now that he could feel it when they were running. The machinery behind it was actually kind of cool.

Which was why, even though it probably wasn't the smartest thing to be doing solo, he was peeking into the garage. The lights flicked on as the door opened - motion sensitive seemed to be a running theme in many of the communal areas. He'd heard that it was part of the security of the place, but... he didn't know how much he actually believed that.

It was a school for people like him and worse. How much "security" did they actually need? If someone broke into this building it would probably end in lots of bruises and broken bones. No fun for anyone involved.

He had still not adjusted to the idea of a boarding school, in the sense that, when he left his room, he was always fully dressed. Even when he was spending the day inside because it was the weekend, he didn't buy into the 'pajamas all day' like some of the other students did.

So for now, he was wearing jeans and a black tee shirt, topped off with a pair of sneakers. The clothes always felt strange to him - he'd taken nothing with him from home, so everything he owned now felt like hand-me-downs no matter how new it actually was. It was fine - so long as he could wear it, he would.

Josh was the epitome of not making waves.

Until now. He was fussing with the hood of one of the cars, and he hadn't been paying too much attention to his surroundings. So when he finally got it situated, when he turned to find one of the hanging lights, he collided with a motorcycle.

Thankfully, he mostly landed on it, rather than the other way around - he was also the epitome of scrawny, and would have probably broken bones or something. That didn't mean he was okay with any of this, because oh god he had just wrecked someone's motorcycle.

Was that... was that a mirror?

He'd broken off a mirror on a piece of machinery that was probably worth a million times more than he was.

"Shit, shit, shit." He managed, under his breath, already looking to try and hoist the bike back up and see how terribly he'd scratched it up. He was going to be in so much trouble. Accidents happened, sure, but he hadn't exactly asked permission to go snooping around the vehicles...

"Superglue. Superglue will fix this." He sounded strained, as he tried to lift the couple-hundred pounds of metal and machinery back onto the wheels.

So dead.

USERNAME: Ven

AGE GROUP: Over 21.

EXPERIENCE: A MILLION BILLION okay like 10+ years. Started when I was 12ish.

WHERE DID YOU FIND US? Nu

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