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Post by Tim Tawfeek on May 4, 2014 11:29:23 GMT -6
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NAME: Timothy Ife Tawfeek
NICKNAME: Tim
AGE: Seventeen
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
POSITION: Bellefonte Student
FACE CLAIM: Donald Glover
POWER: Bat Mimicry and Communication
Description: Tim can, if he focuses, mimic the various traits that are standard to bats. He cannot actually fly, as he sort of lacks the necessary bits that are rather essential to flying (i.e. wings), but if he gets wings he can fly a little better than the normal human being (i.e. falling a little more slowly). He can, however, use echolocation in much the same way as a bat. Depending on the situation, this sometimes means making little clicking noises with his tongue in order to produce necessary sounds, but he can judge distances fairly well based solely on sound regardless. He can also hang upside down for an extended period of time (and this unfortunately happens quite often). In addition, he can adopt "bat claws" which will extend off his normal finger nails and can function like, well, slightly extended claws.
He can also talk to bats. They're kind of interesting.
Limitations: Tim cannot mimic a bat forever; the longer he does, the more... batty he gets.
Tim cannot fly without additional wings... somehow.
Tim's echolocation and such are based entirely on sound.
... c'mon, he mimics a bat, it's not like he shoots lasers out of his eyes
Side Effects: the longer Tim mimics a bat the more batlike he gets.
He has some sensitivity to light, which is actually why he often wears glasses, preferring them to sunglasses (his eyesight also isn't very good, but it's hard to say whether that's a side effect or just bad luck).
If he has a continued conversation with a bat, it takes him a while to reorient himself and talk to humans.
He sleeps upside down... a lot.
A lot of muffled sound occurs while hands cover what appears to be the lens of the camera. Some very mild cursing can be heard, roughly along the lines of "oh darn" and "why won't this stupid thing work?" The camera finally steadies, and the image of a scrawny looking young black man can be seen. Well, most of the image. It's more his shirt, which is designed after Spider-Man's costume and a pair of bluejeans. You can see a bit of his arms, as he pulls back, holding them out. He moves to take the seat, settling into the computer chair and facing the computer.
He adjusts his glasses before he speaks. "Yo, yo, yo, it's T-dawg here, ready to drop this--- oh god, just no," he stands moving to block the camera. That doesn't muffle the sound. "T-dawg? I actually called myself T-dawg? I am not nearly ghetto enough to call myself T-dawg. People are going to think I'm retarded or something. Gah, I have so got to edit this part out before I post this."
More adjusting, and "T-dawg" sits in front of the computer. He smiled and waves. "hey there. I'm Tim Tawfeek, and this is my vid-log. I don't actually think anyone's going to be watching this, which is probably a good thing. I might release it on Bellefonte Academy's closed channel, but that seems kind of stupid, really. I mean," he rubs at the back of his head, "like, I'm a mutant. Okay, not, like, an X-man mutant. That would be cool, right? No, I can, uh, talk to bats," there's a beat while Tim looks at the computer. "No, seriously. It's like, here," he then leans over, looking toward his window, and begins clicking out it. He waits, then looks back at the camera. "That's... that's not proving anything, is it?" he sighs, rubs his face, then moves it. "Ah, ah, I got it, watch this! This is some crazy stuff," then he climbs up on his seat, removing his shoes. What appears to be talons grow out of the bottom of his feet, and he pushes off the computer chair to grip his overhead light with them. He releases the chair and hold his arms out to the side. "See? I'm totally Batman, only, about a thousand times lamer-errr-what the, oh crap!" the light pulls out, and the screen plunges into darkness...
....the screen winks into life, and it's Tim staring at it. He looks none the worse for wear. "Right, so there's this thing called Dirty Laundry, and, like, all it does is post bad things about people who go here. That's just not cool. So, like, I'm going to start up a counter-blog. I'll call it Clean Laundry and tell everyone all the good stuff people are doing and junk. Because, well," he rubbed at the back of his neck, "I tried hacking into DL, and, it, uh, didn't go well. I'd show you the pics, but you're kinda my video camera and they're on the phone. But, yeah, it definitely didn't go well,' Tim blows out his cheeks and looks to the side for a bit. "Yeah, that's it for this one I think," he then clicks it off...
...it clicks back on. There's Tim. "So there's a lot of hot girls at this campus. But not, like, okay, you're thinking 'he's about to go talking about the Bellefontes, isn't he'?' And yeah, sure, they're okay. But there's this one girl, her name's Lux. And, like, she looks like she's about to break or something. It's, like, well, she's all pale and, like paler than the usual white girl and---she always seems kind of dreamy in class and---well, she smiles. A lot. but it kind of looks like it hurts. She sort of looks like this whole lost princess..." Tim rubs at his face. "I haven't talked to her yet though. Have you heard me talk? Do you not realize what that's gonna be like? Oh hey, my name's Tim, you are this beautiful girl and I just wanted to say that your smile is really pretty.'" Tim pauses, staring at the computer. "That sounds like that stupid pop song. Hey I just met you, and this is crazy, but here's my number, so call me maybe." He pauses, tapping his fingers against his desk. "Do girls do this? Do, like, they sit there and think about boys they've never talked to and imagine how to ask them out or something but decide that's way too creepy and decide to do something else? Does that happen? Maybe. Not her though. she's probably just worried about making it to thirty," Tim pauses, chewing his lip as he looks out the window. "Man, I hope she never sees this." he reaches and turns it off....
... it clicks back on. "Okay, so why does everyone bitch about Ellen Banks? Seriously, she's, okay, she's a bit of a pain in the butt, but she's kind of hot. I think people are just intimidated by her. They're like 'oh, she's Ellen Banks, she'll grind your bones to make her break,' and stuff. That's just... messed up. Okay, so, like, she's not perfect. Which one of us is, really? We're all messed up in this stupid school, every one of us. To judge someone else just because they're, well, more messed up than the rest of us. Is that right?" Tim looks into the camera for a long time, before adding: "Is it?" it clicks off...
...it clicks back on. "So yeah, I'm still stuck on girls. They're pretty, what can I say? But there's this girl, her name's Charlie, and... I think she's getting thinner. Okay, so I kind of notice this stuff because, uh, I like to, um," he fidgets in his chair for a bit, "okay, so I girl watch a bit. It's not like I stalk these girls. I've only got the one picture of Lux. One picture is so not stalking! Back to this Charlie girl.... I think she's getting thinner. Like, she was never really big to start with, but she's pretty and, I dunno. I'm worried about her. I'm pretty sure people are watching this. could someone who's her friend, like, talk to her about it? I'd do it, but, uh, yeah," he rubs at the back of his head. Tim sits in silence for a while, blowing out his lips. He looks out the window. "I think I'm gonna make a hang-glider. Try flying or something. That should be cool, right? Make an awesome YouTube vid if nothing else. Yeah, maybe I'll stop worrying about girls I've never talked to then. Tim out," he then reaches up and clicks the camera off...
... it clicks back on. Tim is dresses entirely in what appears to be a skin-tight suit. He hold out his arms, circling, showing the camera all the angles. He then leans forward, adjusts his glasses. "So, I finished it. This glider thing. It's totally awesome and aerodynamic and stuff. Had this guy I know, Karl, build it for me. Guy's awesome. But yeah, I'm ready to go. I'll have a friend record it and upload it here." Tim nodded, reached for the camera, and clicked it off...
... it clicks on slowly. And a picture of Tim standing atop the roof of Bellefonte Academy can be seen. Someone's holding the camera and pointing it up at him. Tim waves to the camera. He holds this ridiculous looking glider. It's definitely aerodynamic and all, but it still looks unwieldy. He lifts it a few times to get a good look before the person holding the camera tells him to quit stalling. Tim appears to mumble something under his breath before positioning himself in the glider a little better. he pauses, looking out along the side.
Then he runs toward the edge, he hits it... and it looks like he's going to fly! He starts gliding well, going through the air. He lets out this laugh, and manages to actually turn. He's doing great for a while, and then... then, he finds a tree. The person holding the camera bursts out laughing before running toward Tim. As he gets close enough, Tim can be seen tangled in tree limbs, looking rather the worse for wear. He groans and spits a few leaves out of his mouth, before shouting at the cameraman to turn off the stupid camera. It takes a bit, but the person does so, clicking it off...
... the webcam turns on slowly. It's Tim, though scratched up and looking terrible. "So the YouTube vid has five thousand hits. I know what you're thinking 'Tim, that's not that many.' Yeah, it's only among the people at the school. It's a closed vid, 'cuz, you know, mutant stuff. Oh god," he rubs at his head, "I hope Lux didn't see it.... I know Ellen did, because, well, she commented on it. Actually, there's a few comments on the video, mostly about how stupid I am. Well, guess what internet, you're right. Obviously," he sighs, rubs his head and clicks off the camera...
...it clicks back on. "So I think my penis is a racist," Tim paused, staring, then sighs. "Yeah, that didn't sound any better in my head. But I keep falling for all these white chicks. Like Lux. Or Ellen. Or Charlie. There's also this girl Liz, but I think she's with this dude Beau, and he's pretty chill, so..." Tim sighs, and rubs at his face again. "Well, uh, there's this girl, Anna. She's Hispanic, so that's... something, I guess. but she's super friendly and nice. Sort of like Frank Cox only without the insanity and probable daddy issues. So, yeah, that's something. I guess. She's cute though. Anna. I mean, I don't want to rank them or, oh God, I just about ranked the girls here," Tim runs his hand over his face. "I need a break," he then reaches up and clicks off the video...
...it clicks back on. "My parents called. Someone got them a link to my vlogs. Or something. My dad says I shouldn't call my penis a racist on the internet. Says that's fucking stupid. My mom wants me to bring Lux to dinner," Tim blows out his cheeks slowly, then smiles at the camera, "so clearly they're not really listening. Look, I know I talk about girls and stuff, like, a lot. But I'm a guy. I'm just a guy in high school surrounded by all these awesome people, and, you know, I'd like to get out of here alive. There's these people that seem to keep thinking that we're freaks or something. Who gives a crap if we are? We're people too. Fuck," he leans back, sighing. He reaches up and takes off his glasses. "If SPECTRE's watching this, I hope you got a good look at your enemy. It's a teenage boy who can't get enough courage to talk to a bunch of girls he thinks are cute, who builds gliders and ends up stuck in a trees, and whose parents yell at him for saying stupid things on the internet."
There's another long pause, then Tim smiles sardonically. "Congratulations, SPECTRE, you're the bullies." The camera clicks off.
SAMPLE: So Tim was stuck up there. He was pretty sure of it. He'd managed to climb the stupid rope, got all the way to the top and everything. He could just reach right up there and touch the top knot and everything. Just a little stretch and boop, there was the rope. Go him. Okay, so it had taken him a while to do that. A long while, and a lot of effort. But he'd totally managed to do it and do it quickly.... okay, moderately fast.... about average.
But there was a problem now. He was stuck. "How do you get down from this crazy thing?" he asked, twisting to look. He almost lost his balance and clung to the rope even tighter, feeling like a lemur or something. Tim sighed, reaching up to adjust his glasses. At least he could see. Though it wouldn't matter, he could just let out a few clicks or something, locate himself through echolocation and stuff. Hey, his power had to be useful somehow, right? Tim sighed, tapping his face against the rope.
"You are going to die on a rope," he said. "No, that's stupid. You're not going to die on a rope. You're going to end up getting weak and letting go and fall, and it's going to be that fall that kills you. Man, my parents are going to love this. 'Tim died from climbing a rope? That stupid boy! We knew he'd end up killing himself,'" Tim mimicked a deep baritone, before sighing and tapping his head against the rope a few more times. At least he'd have plenty of time to think about his life and regret all the decisions he'd ever made. So he supposed he had that going for him.
USERNAME: Fate
AGE GROUP: Late twenties
EXPERIENCE: I dunno; a while
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? Nu dragged me here
