Post by Abel Bellefonte on May 23, 2014 23:23:20 GMT -6
NAME: Abel James Bellefonte
NICKNAME: Psy
AGE: 19
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Bisexual-Leans more towards men.
POSITION: Student / Teaching Assistant
FACE CLAIM: Sean O'Pry
POWER:
Telepathy: Abel possesses the power of telepathy. He can read and project thoughts of/to anyone he can actively see. This power however is limited. The greater the personal bond Abel has with the person the better the power works. However its effectiveness against a total stranger is near useless unless he invest large amounts of energy into it. He might be able to "gleam" a single word from a persons mind or perhaps even an emotion. Or is capable of sending them a one word thought/emotion...run, hide, fight, etc. However should a personal bond be established between Abel and another he could potentially send and receive whole sentences with very little effort or energy.
Clairvoyance: Abel also posses the power of clairvoyance. He can send his "mind-self" outside of his body allowing for remote viewing of a location allowing him to effectively see and hear everything as though he was physically there. This power can be very taxing on Abel and the further he pushes his "mind-self" away from his physical body the harder it becomes to concentrate and deploy.
Weaknesses: It takes a lot of energy and almost all of a Abel’s concentration and focus to access his powers. Abels's powers can be very taxing on his body. Prolonged use/over energizing can lead to headaches, dizzy spells, nose bleeds, muscle spasms, unconsciousness, lethargy, several of these effects at once and even coma or death.
My name is Abel James Bellefonte. Son of Anthony and Mikayla Bellefonte. Brother to Erika, Elsa and Alexis Bellefonte. Eldest and heir apparent to the Bellefonte name and legacy. And I come from a world you may not understand. Ever seen lifestyles of the rich and the famous? Yeah? That’s my life. Glitz, glam and fashion. Parties, balls, galas, formal functions. Money, a near endless supply of money. The ability to snap my fingers and get pretty much anything I want. And oh the fame. The infamy. There’s hardly a place I can go without someone knowing me or my family. The Kardashian’s have nothing on the Bellefonte’s.
That’s what the high life is all about right? What about what you don’t see? The constant scrutiny, the way you have to learn to act, the things to say or not say, what to do or not to do, who’s who, what’s in, what’s out, what sports to play or groups to be part of. The list goes on and on. Your life is not your own. I’ve lived for 19 years and barely a moment of it has been for myself.
And of course, let’s not forget about the fact that pretty much every member of my family is a mutant. Being a Bellefonte is as much a curse as it is a blessing. Imagine waking up one day, going to breakfast and being bombarded by an overwhelming flow of thoughts and emotions, not of your own. Do you have any idea what it’s like to have another’s voice inside your head? Or two? Or three? The noise is all consuming and disorienting at best. It’s enough to make someone to insane. Most people can’t even handle their own thoughts.
Sure, Telepathy sounds great...If you ever feel that people just aren’t being honest with you or are pretending to like you, you could find out what they were really thinking, plus learn a few new secret things about them in the process. The flipside of knowing what people think is that they might be thinking horrible things about you but be nice to your face. Or just be flat out lying to you about something. You have no idea the amount of paranoia that comes along with such an ability. The constant urge to use it. The need to KNOW.
All that aside, the worst part...is being stuck here. Stuck in this godforsaken town, pretending to be happy, to be the good older brother. Don’t get me wrong. I love my sisters. I would do anything for any of them. However, they like it here in b.f.e. Montana. Especially Erika. She loves the school. To me, it’s a prison. I want to explore. I want to travel. To get away. I don’t want to be stuck here, to run the school and head the family. I dream. Of the coast, of Paris, of love and loss, of freedom. To be me and not have to worry about the Academy, or if I’m disappointing or living up to my family standards. I want to make my own way, my own name.
For now, I stay. Contended for the moment in my own apartment in town. I still attend The Bellefonte Academy. Pursuing my college degree. Just getting my prerequisites out of the way. I also work as a Teacher’s Assistant from time to time. I think what the Academy does is great. It’s a good calling and I want to be part of that, in due time. I need time to see the world first. To be unburdened. To be me.
Arden stood on the balcony looking out at the garden surrounding the manor. Darkness had just fully settled over the city. He had only been awake long enough to make a cup of tea and retreat back to his room. The cool night air rushed over his partially naked skin as he leaned against the railing. It sent shivers down his spin. He smiled and took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he took in the feeling. He could smell the fresh scent of the wild flowers from the garden.
Most of the city was locked in the middle of a hot, smoldering, rain-less summer. But not here. Here the temperature was several degrees cooler than most other places and it rained at least a couple times a month. For as long as Arden could remember the weather at the manor had remained ideal from season to season. No doubt due to some enchantment of his mother’s.
When Arden had first arrived at the manor, things were in less than perfect condition. It was the first time he had been to the new manor house. His mother had made the decision to move to New York while he was overseas. Before the blackout Arden had planned a trip home after his most recent bit of training. That wasn't supposed to be for another several months. Obviously things changed.
It took Arden almost two weeks to make it up to New York after the blackout. When he arrived home he found that looting had swept through the district. Every house had been ravaged and plundered. Everyone except his. He also found that his mother was no where to be found. The numerous wards his mother had placed around the house were still standing. They were weak, but still intact. The fact that they were weak showed that no Estelle had been home in a while.
That had been almost 5 months ago. He was no where closer to finding his mother now then he was then. In the meantime Arden began strengthening the wards around the manor. As the city began to change and adapt to a more supernatural climate, so to did the wards. He also installed several solar panels and connected them to a solar generator, allowing the manor to have electricity. Enough to power basic electronics and and lighting.
He has since spent countless nights searching the city. From the Bronx, to Staten Island and the the surrounding outskirts of New York. To no avail. He had a plan though. It was time he started making contacts. Offering his services to the power players of the boroughs. So far Arden had kept to himself. Keeping his presence low on the radar. Watching and learning all he could in the shadows. Tonight, things were going to change. By dawn they would know his name.
Arden finished his tea and stood. He spread his feet shoulder length apart and squared his shoulders. He turned his hands so they were facing palms up at waist level and slowly moved them upward. As he did he took a deep breath, drawing in both air and energy as he opened his energy centers. He allowed the fresh air and energy to fill his lungs and body as he cleared his mind. After a few seconds he slowly lowered his hands, releasing the breath back out into the night. He repeated the process 9 more times. As his hands lowered the final time, his energy centers closed again. Revitalized by the fresh burst of clean energy they had just received.
He smiled and looked up to the sky. He brought his left middle finger to his mouth and softly kissed the 7 pointed star burst pattern of the Estelle ring he wore there. "I release my isolation to the Stars. Breathing in the energy that connects all things. Allowing my body to be caressed by Nature. Light of the Star guide me in the dark. Help me to see the path when it is hidden from me. Make me strong in spirit, courageous in action and gentle of heart. Let me act in wisdom, conquer my fear and doubt and discover my own hidden gifts."
Again he softly kissed the ring before turning and briskly heading back inside. He had a long night ahead of himself.
One of the best things about being what Arden was...a half Sidhe, is the ability to control the elements. Because of Arden’s control he was able to keep a large amount of fresh water on hand at all times. For drinking, cooking, and cleaning. When his supply ran low...he just had to make it rain. Arden made his way to the back patio where he kept his fresh water. He stored it inside what use to be a hot tub. Now it served as a reservoir.
Arden leaned over the tub his hands hovering over the water. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he gathered his energy. He allowed a slow trickle of energy to seep forward into the water. Almost instantly the water began to steam as it heated up. He smiled as he stood back up to undress and slip into the water. He took a few moments to enjoy the warm water before quickly washing himself.
After his bath Arden dressed and headed to his room. He flexed and moved a bit as his clothes adjusted over his body. He was wearing a new outfit. One he had put together over the past few days. The outfit consisted of several magically enchanted pieces of clothing.
As Arden entered his room he made his way over to the chest at the end of his bed. He raised the lid and reached down pulling out his sword staff. He twisted the middle shaft and pulled the two pieces apart taking a moment to stare at the blades. He locked them back together then placed the single piece into its sheath at his back. The weapon had belonged to his father. On more than one occasion it had tasted Arden’s own blood.
After his father’s death the weapon passed down to Arden. It was of Sidhe craftsmanship and a marvelous weapon. Although Arden had served many years in the military and was quite proficient with firearms he found he preferred melee weapons much more. Besides that ammo was scarce now a days. If he couldn’t handle a threat with his swords or his natural abilities then he didn’t deserve to best it.
Arden made sure to power down the generator as he headed out of the house. He checked to ensure all of the wards were intact and holding. He placed his headphones into his ears and hit play on his C.D. player, as he turned and headed off towards the city at a light march.
No matter how many times he saw the city like this it still took him by surprise. Almost utter breakdown and ruin wasn’t something you get use to apparently. Rioting and street wars had done a number on most of the city. It was a dangerous to be for anyone really. Now with the added threat of all the undead it just made it that much worse. One of the safest spots to be was up above it all. Which is exactly where Arden was. He sat on a rooftop overlooking the streets below. He smiled at the thought of it. At any other point in time he would have been regarded as a crazy person running the rooftops. Now he was just someone trying to survive.
Arden shook his head as he stood and headed off again. He needed to get deeper into the city. The outskirts were pretty much just mindless undead. If he wanted to get in contact with the power players he would need to get access to their buildings. He knew of one such place. He had seen several people coming and going. Most of them supernaturals. A club of some sort. That’s where he needed to go.
USERNAME: OctoberRayne, Colby, Psy.
AGE GROUP: 25
EXPERIENCE: 10+ years
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