Post by Will Spencer on Jan 18, 2016 15:44:46 GMT -6
William James Spencer
FACE CLAIM: Daniel Sharman
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AGE: Twenty-four
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
POSITION: College Student - studying to become a doctor, specializing in cardiology
POWER: Shapeshifter (Mountain Lion) - William has the ability to shift into a mountain lion, fully morphing his body into the animal rather than just certain aspects of the animal.
LIMITATIONS:
William is only able to shift into a mountain lion. He doesn’t have the ability to shift into any feline of a similar size or similar genetic makeup. He cannot live in his shifted form because it only lasts at the most an hour at a time. He can change at will, but he can’t decide to just never shift.
SIDE-EFFECTS:
Major Side-Effects:
Pain - First and foremost the worst side-effect of shifting is the pain when his body changes. Bones crack and reshape themselves both when he becomes the animal and when he shifts back to being a human. His organs reposition themselves within his new bone structure, it’s all very sickening and uncomfortable.
Restlessness - If Will refrains from shifting for several days at a time, he becomes restless and irritable. The lion part of him practically claws its way out and initiates him to change.
Potential Disease - Mountain lions can contract a form of feline leukemia as well as parasitic viruses, both of which William has the potential to acquire, as he carries similar genetic makeups of mountain lions because of his mutation.
Shortened Life Expectancy - Mountain lions can live between 8-13 years in the wild. Due to his genetic makeup, this will lead to a shortened lifespan. In lion or cat years, he’s currently about 75 years old because he has been part of his lion’s life for just over eleven years. He’s become wary of reaching twenty-six years old.
Minor Side-Effects:
Occasional black outs
Nightmares
Fear of water
Muscle soreness
Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?
--Alfred, Lord Tennyson, “The Higher Pantheism”
Why yes, I did just quote Tennyson. No I’m not a pretentious twat who will talk about how cultured and sophisticated I am. Frankly, I’ve got the mouth of a sailor and the amount of fucks I give are none. However, I do think that quotes and poetry have slowly gotten worse over time. The eloquency in which words are strewn together is lacking and it’s more of a haphazard mess of nonsense.
But I digress.
Name’s William James Spencer. Will. If you refer to me as William, you’re either my best mate (and there is only one) or my mother and frankly the odds of that are slight. So Will or don’t speak to me at all. Yeah? I’m twenty-four years old, working on my degree in medicine at good old BA. Why do I talk with such a thick accent if I’m studying at BA in America? Because I’m English you bloody wanker and I rather like my accent the way it is, so I don’t see the point in changin’ it much, d’you? Thought not.
As you may’ve noticed, I’m a bit of an ass myself, but the way I look at it:
We all are men,
In our own natures frail, and capable
Of our flesh; few are angels
--Shakespeare, King Henry VIII
Shakespeare had the right idea. I wasn’t born to make everyone else happy. Couldn’t even make dear Mum and Dad happy enough.
An orphan’s curse would drag to hell
A spirit from on high;
But oh! more horrible than that
Is the curse in a dead man’s eye!
Seven days, seven nights,
I saw that curse,
And yet I could not die.
—Samuel Taylor Coleridge, “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner”
That curse would be called my manifestation.
Now, I had a normal life in England. Grew up in London, moved around a bit because of my dad’s job. I’m the only boy out of their four children, one older and two younger sisters. We all look very similar to one of the other siblings. Ellie and Lacey look the same, however Ellie is the oldest and Lacey is one of the younger girls. They both have blonde hair and hazel eyes. I look more like my sister, Lottie. Dark hair with bright blue eyes. Lacey and Lottie are fraternal twins, both fourteen now. Ellie is twenty-seven and probably the favored of us all, working as a lawyer in London with her own firm. The twins are still in school at the same place that I left when I took off.
I was thirteen when I left after an accident that I couldn’t take back. The world knows of mutants, but my family had always been graced without one. I think maybe my great great grand pop was one, but it had been something tame and even helpful. A healer of sorts. Mine hadn’t been so tame, especially not in the beginning.
There’s a reason people fear mountain lions, cougars, wild felines of any sort. They’re cunning, graceful and dangerous. My mutation is shapeshifting into a mountain lion, I learned this when my shifting was triggered. We were all at home, my mother was making dinner while my father was in his office and my sisters were playing. I was reading, my stomach was twisting and I felt particularly irritable. The twins started running around each other with Ellie chasing them and it only made me want to chase them too. Which I didn’t understand because usually I was capable of ignoring them and read instead. But the more they squealed and giggled and ran, the more I just wanted to get up and tackle them.
Then my mother pulled out the roast that she was preparing and I think that’s when I just blacked out. By the time I woke up, the house was a mess, my mother had a scratch along her forearm that would require stitches and they all were looking at me like I was something other than human. When we took my mother to the hospital, none of my family would stand close to me or look at me. My mother’s injury wasn’t fatal, but it had made me into a monster. They took care of her though, stitched her up and by the end of it, she seemed good. I was taken home with them, though it’s a fuckin’ wonder they didn’t just leave me there.
After a few days of being ignored, barely looked at, not spoken to, I left. School let out and instead of looking for my mum’s car, I walked towards downtown, looking for something to do, somewhere to go. I ended up in a library and that’s where I was picked up to be taken to the academy out there. They had informed my parents that I wasn’t a danger to anyone but myself because I wasn’t in control and that I hadn’t known what I was doing or what I had done. It was just the nightmares that made me aware of it at all.
Between two worlds life hovers like a star,
'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.
How little do we know that which we are!
How less what we may be!
--Lord Byron, Don Juan
I didn’t last long at the academy they had me placed. The stuck up little twats that thought they ran the place, the incompetent professors, and the proximity to my family was all too much for me. I’d gotten myself into a fair amount of trouble from back talking the Lit teacher and practically showing him up in his own class. For God’s sake though, he didn’t know the difference between Tennyson and bloody Coleridge! Eventually I had them convinced to transfer me. I don’t know if it was lucky or unlucky to be shipped off to America though.
Ah well, it’s where I met my best mate.
Friendship is one mind in two bodies. —Meng-tzu
Taking a defense class had been my way of channeling the irritability from my animalistic side and making me focus on control. I was fifteen years old, tall, lean and I had a grace that very few could manage. The lot of them looked like bumbling morons just trying to plant a kick on their target. It was pathetic. My comment hadn’t been met with any laughs though and it insteaded landed me in a match with Gabriel who was the assistant instructor. Four years older than me, a wee bit taller and perhaps more filled out, but he didn’t know how scrappy I could be. I was an angsty teenager with anger problems and a mountain lion hidden inside of me. My odds looked good.
Until I ended up flat on my back in less than three minutes.
I didn’t like to be bested, still don’t in fact, so I kept challenging him for fights in class. He taught me how to fight better with each time that he beat me until we became a pretty even match. I caught up to him in size, though I’m a titch shorter than him and my inner animal learned how to be tamed. Honestly the whole time he was with me at BA, he shaped me into a somewhat decent person. He gave me a direction, a path to follow and I allowed for him to be the one person I trusted. His ability had a large part in that, always taming the beast. However, Mr. Smooth-talking Gentleman didn’t quite improve my general attitude and couldn’t rein in the douchey-ness that is my whole personality.
I’m twenty-four years old, studying to be a cardiologist. I haven’t spoken to anyone in my family since I was thirteen years old and I only know anything about them from checking up on them online. I’ve tamed the animal within, though I can feel it growing old and tired, but don’t let it fool you, he’s still a nasty thing. I don’t do personal relationships, I don’t do romance and I don’t require any friends, just enemies. With that being said, I guess a part of me doesn’t want to be a monster. I want to save people. Because if I can’t save myself, then maybe I can save them.
SAMPLE: heh
USERNAME: Trix
AGE GROUP: Twenty
EXPERIENCE: Uh Freshman year? So like six years
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? Mellll