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Post by Ryder Day on Apr 5, 2014 6:25:18 GMT -6
RYDER LEVI DAY
25//MALE//HETEROSEXUAL//NATURE MANIPULATION//FLORIST//MICHAEL B. JORDAN
POWER INFO: Nature Manipulation
Ryder is able to control the forces of nature, as in, a control over all the elements of nature. His ability has several facets:
Heightened Intuition//Ecological Empathy- He is hardwired into the world around him, feeling the way the world does. This means that his emotions are linked to the weather, requiring him to be calm at all times to retain equilibrium. Therefore, if he is threatened, he will be protected. Because of his connection to the environment, he develops eyes and ears all over. This makes it harder for someone to sneak up on him. However, this is only in a five-mile range.
Plant Manipulation- This is simply the ability to create, shape and command plant life to do his bidding. It can be used both offensively (thorn whips, spikes coming from the ground, walking plant life, poisonous plants etc.) and defensively (walls, medicinal plants, support structures etc.). This ability is limited when inside or away from natural surroundings.
Limitations
- Easily affected by attacks from fire and ice users. This means that his plants cannot be sustained when hit by scorching temperatures or subzero temperatures.
- Pretty much powerless in sterile environments.
- Has to remain calm/upbeat or else he loses his control over both the plants he is manipulating and the weather conditions.
- His connection to the world is a giant weakness. If his surroundings get polluted, he becomes sick. If his plants are damaged, he feels pain and sometimes, headaches.
Hello, administrative staff of Bellefonte. Welcome to the journey through my life. Word of caution to the faint-hearted: it can get mucky, so please take a handkerchief with you. Please keep all hands out of my subconscious, fasten your seatbelts and sit back. It's going to be a very plain and devoid of life kind of bumpy ride.
I was born in a small and completely irrelevant town in the middle of nowhere. Others call it The State of Nowhere. The house I grew up in was small, broken down and of little protection when heavy storms hit. The education system was surprisingly good. The weather was always messed up; too hot in the autumn and winter and too cold in spring and summer. Most of the residents were of the inbreeding lot. Not my family. Nah. My mother mixed herself up with some nice guy that had stumbled into town, looking for a place to lay his head. I guess my mother's bosom was suited to the purpose. Anyweirdos, as I said, he was nice. A bit too nice. Nice as in molest-your-little-sister-and-disappear-from-the-face-of-the-earth kind of nice. Mother was furious and called her all sorts of spicy words that just don't fit in an interview.
You could say that Mother darling was a slow learner. It was hardly five months later after her last escapade that she fell head over head for some other out-of-town bum. I couldn't blame her, since this one was kind of smashing. It's not that I had anything against these guys, considering that was how my sister and I came along. And she was the most beautiful woman in town. My dad had stuck around long enough to see me become two. Then he got hit by a truck. Yeesh.
It was my 15th birthday, and Mother had gone out to buy the cake, leaving her new sweetheart to mind her children. I had gone outside to stand in and stare at the sudden burst of rain when I heard my sister screaming. Apparently, this time she was wide awake and ready to fight off her advancing enemy. I went up there and saw Skip (for that was his name) stretched over her. I did what any brother would do- grabbed the dick by his shoulder and sent a fist into his stomach. Only, what went in wasn't my hand, but a shard of wood. Turns out the seed I had in my pocket had surged out of my clothes and hair and formed itself into a pretty little wood pick. I, of course, crapped my pants and ran away, forgetting for a moment that there was still a man and his blood on my hands until my sister screamed.
Skip died because medical care was poor. My fickle-minded sister couldn't take the fact that she had been molested twice. Or that her brother had just stabbed someone through with a timber appendage. She hung herself out to dry shortly afterwards. I can't say I didn't miss her, especially after Mother threw me out. Poor old hag. I took myself into the local forest and lived there for a while like Snow White and her Seven Pimps. It was delightful. I felt free. Then my curiosity got the better of me. I often wondered what the outside world was like. The trees brought me word of your esteemed institution. So, here's my letter. I want to be a part of a family again. I hear you're big on family.
Of course, I haven't described myself one bit, have I? Well, my hair is short. And brown. I got these piercing eyes that stare straight into your soul. Or, I think they do. Fairly slim, muscular...ish. Five feet nine inches tall. I'm carefree, unkind and will probably get someone killed. But hey, you're all about control, right? I used to care about people, but my sister died. I guess people just don't matter anymore. I'm not saying that I'm completely closed to the possibility of love and affection. Nope. It's more of a trial and error thing. You probably noticed my love of dry humour. That will definitely get you killed.
And with that, we conclude the trip into my subconsciousness. Next stop, my actual brain.
I was born in a small and completely irrelevant town in the middle of nowhere. Others call it The State of Nowhere. The house I grew up in was small, broken down and of little protection when heavy storms hit. The education system was surprisingly good. The weather was always messed up; too hot in the autumn and winter and too cold in spring and summer. Most of the residents were of the inbreeding lot. Not my family. Nah. My mother mixed herself up with some nice guy that had stumbled into town, looking for a place to lay his head. I guess my mother's bosom was suited to the purpose. Anyweirdos, as I said, he was nice. A bit too nice. Nice as in molest-your-little-sister-and-disappear-from-the-face-of-the-earth kind of nice. Mother was furious and called her all sorts of spicy words that just don't fit in an interview.
You could say that Mother darling was a slow learner. It was hardly five months later after her last escapade that she fell head over head for some other out-of-town bum. I couldn't blame her, since this one was kind of smashing. It's not that I had anything against these guys, considering that was how my sister and I came along. And she was the most beautiful woman in town. My dad had stuck around long enough to see me become two. Then he got hit by a truck. Yeesh.
It was my 15th birthday, and Mother had gone out to buy the cake, leaving her new sweetheart to mind her children. I had gone outside to stand in and stare at the sudden burst of rain when I heard my sister screaming. Apparently, this time she was wide awake and ready to fight off her advancing enemy. I went up there and saw Skip (for that was his name) stretched over her. I did what any brother would do- grabbed the dick by his shoulder and sent a fist into his stomach. Only, what went in wasn't my hand, but a shard of wood. Turns out the seed I had in my pocket had surged out of my clothes and hair and formed itself into a pretty little wood pick. I, of course, crapped my pants and ran away, forgetting for a moment that there was still a man and his blood on my hands until my sister screamed.
Skip died because medical care was poor. My fickle-minded sister couldn't take the fact that she had been molested twice. Or that her brother had just stabbed someone through with a timber appendage. She hung herself out to dry shortly afterwards. I can't say I didn't miss her, especially after Mother threw me out. Poor old hag. I took myself into the local forest and lived there for a while like Snow White and her Seven Pimps. It was delightful. I felt free. Then my curiosity got the better of me. I often wondered what the outside world was like. The trees brought me word of your esteemed institution. So, here's my letter. I want to be a part of a family again. I hear you're big on family.
Of course, I haven't described myself one bit, have I? Well, my hair is short. And brown. I got these piercing eyes that stare straight into your soul. Or, I think they do. Fairly slim, muscular...ish. Five feet nine inches tall. I'm carefree, unkind and will probably get someone killed. But hey, you're all about control, right? I used to care about people, but my sister died. I guess people just don't matter anymore. I'm not saying that I'm completely closed to the possibility of love and affection. Nope. It's more of a trial and error thing. You probably noticed my love of dry humour. That will definitely get you killed.
And with that, we conclude the trip into my subconsciousness. Next stop, my actual brain.
SAMPLE: Check Zane's bio.
USERNAME: Yags
AGE GROUP: Too young for you, honey.
EXPERIENCE: As long as you.
USERNAME: Yags
AGE GROUP: Too young for you, honey.
EXPERIENCE: As long as you.
