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Post by Kyrie Jamal Pierce on Aug 8, 2014 23:23:29 GMT -6
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NAME: Kyrie Jamal Pierce
NICKNAME: Kye, KJ
AGE: April 12 1992, 22
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION:Bisexual
POSITION: School Staff, Recruiter
FACE CLAIM: Kendrick Lamar
POWER:
Probability Manipulation aka Vibing
Kye has the ability to subconsciously manipulate the probability field to make unlikely events likely and vice versa to give himself good luck. The ability works largely through Kye’s instinct and just going with the flow of the universe to be in the right place at the right time. He just knows what to do, where to be, and when to be doing it and he can never really explain it to others because he’s yet to fully understand how it works. It’s a lot simpler than he knows, however, the more positive state of mind he’s in, the better his luck. Should he begin to have self doubts or go through a state of depression, his abilities begin to fail and his luck turns sour. Therefore he likes to stay in a positive mood which he calls “Vibing.”
Limitations
-Cannot make impossible things happen.
-The ability is largely dependent upon his ability to stay positive no matter how glum the situation. Should his attitude turn negative his power responds in kind and reacts negatively by either making him unlucky or not working at all.
-He cannot directly manipulate the probability field of other people, but he can be a good luck charm for others if he acts on their behalf.
Side-Effects
-Disillusioned when it comes to the concepts of coincidence, fate, and destiny. Frequently struggles with his belief of everything happening for a reason because he often has to wonder whether or not he’s the reason for it happening. This also causes him to wonder what his purpose is in life more than the average person.
-Sometimes his luck is just too good and he worries that it will one day just stop. Since his abilities began to manifest he’s become largely dependent on his luck and if his powers ever stop working or begin to make him unlucky, he wouldn’t know how what to do which only makes things worse.
-Headaches
-Occasional short term memory loss
-Drugs have a large effect on his ability. Downers/depressants can but him in a moody and depressed state of mind which can nullify his good luck and make him unlucky. Stimulants, on the other hand, enhances his mood and in turn makes him even luckier.
APPEARANCE SECTION: Standing at a confident 5’4 and weighing an impressive 145 lbs, Kye isn’t your average sized male. He’s short but athletic in build. He’s completely comfortable with himself, walking with a bit of a strut, his shoulders relaxed, and his hands never in his pockets. His black hair is cut into a high top fade but instead of the typical high top, his hair is twisted. His large, pointy ears are one of his most prominent features, giving him an almost rat like appearance sometimes. He keeps his moustache trimmed to a stubble, but often keeps his goatee thick. He may grow a beard during the colder season.
Kye does have a few tattoos on his right arm and piercings in his ears. Both of his ears are pierced and he normally wears circular black diamond earrings. His tattoo is a picture of hands clasped together in prayer on his inner forearm and the phrase “Que sera sera” on his outer forearm. More times than not, you’ll find him smiling about something, even when he’s not in the mood to smile. Even when he’s trying to look serious, you can see that he’s fighting back a smile.
MUST HAVE APPAREL: Always has a hat of some kind on his head. Skullcap, baseball cap, New Era, bucket hat, kangol, etc. His closet is full of hoodies, t-shirts, jeans, and mostly Adidas tennis shoes. He has a collection of watches that he treats like his babies and wears them only on occasion. He does have a few watches which he wears that he’ll say are his “everyday” watches but in fact they are also apart of his collection and he treats them with the same care as his other babies.
PERSONALITY SECTION: Kye is type of guy who has no filter. Not in his actions, thoughts, or words. A hedonist in every sense of the word, Kye indulges in all the pleasures of life. Women, men, drugs, food, gambling, you name it and he’ll do it. His ability gives him such a sense of security that he feels as if he can get away with anything and there are no real consequences to him. With that being said, Kye is surprisingly altruistic when it comes to others, fully aware that everyone is as lucky as he is (pun intended). If he comes into some money, which he often does, he always uses the majority of it to take care of his fellow man. If someone needs a shoulder to cry on, Kye is there, ready to listen and give advice. Don’t call him empathetic though because he won’t allow another person’s mood to affect his own.
Never one to be sitting down for very long, Kye is always on the go. He absolutely hates being stuck in one place for too long if there's nothing there to keep his attention. Despite the amount of entertainment his power could bring him, he'd much rather prefer things happen naturally. A go with the flow kind of person, as long as the flow continues to stay unobstructed. He's not a prankster, though he is a bit of a hustler when he wants and needs to be.
Because his ability works on instinct, he’s very instinctive in his actions going with his gut rather than his brain. He’s very unapologetic due to this, not worrying about what people have to say about him. He can’t afford to. When alone, Kye finds himself pondering whether or not fate and destiny exists and if they do, why is he able to manipulate them the way that can. Is he really manipulating them, or is everything happening the way it is supposed to? Is he a god? Why does he have to be such an asshole just to be happy? Deep down, these thoughts frighten him, and this is why he chooses not to think so much. Instead he engulfs himself in a sea of uninhibited and mind numbing pleasure.
*Note: He’s yet to realize that he’s become just like his brother in personality.
EXTRA QUIRK: He never puts his hands in his pockets. Seriously. His phone is clipped to his belt and his phone case doubles as a wallet. He keeps his cigarette case underneath his hat and his lighter in his sock. It’s the damnedest thing. He claims that hiding his hands in his pockets messes with his “vibe”.
FATHER: Odell Pierce Sr.
MOTHER: Regina Pierce
SIBLINGS: Odell Pierce Jr. (younger brother)
PET: None
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None
WORTHY MENTIONS: Kelvin Hammond
CHILDHOOD: “That kid was born lucky” Odell Sr. would tell anyone that would listen. It was true though. Kyrie Jamal Pierce was a miracle baby, the first of two. Twenty years ago, Odell and his wife, Regina, were trying to conceive a child, but Regina was told that she would never be able to have children. They tried many different methods suggested by many different doctors, but none worked. Not wanting to let her husband down, Regina suggested a surrogate to which Odell agreed. Two weeks after they found a suitable surrogate, Regina found out that she was eight weeks pregnant. The doctor couldn’t explain it, it was a miracle.
Kye grew up in Atlantic City, New Jersey along with his younger brother (by 3 months), Odell Jr or OJ for short. The brothers were very close growing up with their father working as a pit supervisor and dealer in the casinos and Regina working as a manager at a grocery store. Growing up with Odell Sr. meant the boys were always playing games from a very young age. They learned to play chess when they were five and poker when they were seven. They knew the many strategies of many different games and used their knowledge to hustle the other kids at school of their lunch, clothes, collectables, and money. While OJ would keep what he’d won from the other children, Kye would return the belongings to the original owners saying that he was just playing for fun.
ADOLESCENCE: When the boys were thirteen, OJ had gotten involved with a street crew that would do small time robberies, drug dealing, and participate in illegal gambling. Kye, not wanting his brother to get hurt, would often accompany him just to watch out for him. Though it was known that Kye wasn’t down with any gang, he was still guilty by association whenever OJ’s enemies walked by. Kye found himself on the end of many jumpings and beatdowns due to his brothers ties, by Kye continued to stay by his brother’s side, even when OJ begged him to stop. One night, the brothers were to go to an illegal high stakes poker game that would net OJ five hundred thousand if he won. Because the boys were young and didn’t have the money to buy in, they had one of their father’s old poker pals, Kelvin Hammond, an ex-con, sponsor OJ and let him play in his place. Kelvin told the boys that he loved them to death, but if they lost his money he wouldn’t hesitate to kill them on the spot. OJ reassured Kelvin that he would win. Kye wasn’t as sure.
OJ was doing really well for awhile until he was called on a bluff that lost him more than half his stack. From there, OJ was stumbling trying to recoup and making mistakes left and right, watching his pile of money get smaller and smaller. Scared, OJ began to accuse that the other players were cheating. The other players, though criminals, were honorable men and didn’t take kindly to OJ’s remarks. They told Kelvin that they were revoking OJ’s right to play as he shouldn’t have been there in the first place and either Kelvin played or his money would be split between them. Kelvin was not a good poker player and he knew it. Kye could stand it no more and offered to play. He apologized to the other players on behalf of his brother and explained that Kelvin was merely a sponsor and not a player himself, therefore he required someone to play on his behalf. The other players were skeptical of Kye, but Kye assured them that he would behave and play the game with respect. The players agreed and pulled out a fresh deck of cards to assert that there would be no cheating going on.
When Kye sat in his brother’s seat, everything changed. He knew what was at stake and told himself that he was here to protect his brother and nothing would stop him. The first hand he was dealt, royal flush. Kye couldn’t believe it and neither could anyone else. The next hand, another royal flush. Kye just stared at his hand before grinning and taking another pot. The third hand, a third royal flush. This time Kye was scared. One royal flush was lucky enough, two was improbable, but three.. That was almost impossible. The next hand was dealt slowly. In three hands, Kye had knocked out three of the other four players. It was now heads up between him and the last player. All eyes were on him. When he looked at his hand, he froze. The other player looked at his own hand and grinned as and ace appeared. There was only one ace left in the deck as everyone knew and he remarked about Kye’s luck finally running out as he also had two pair. Kye just sat there, his eyes on his hand. The player called all in and Kye weakly called, revealing four nines, a full house. The room fell silent as Kye collected the money. He quickly sorted the money into the pile OJ owed Kelvin plus a little extra for the trouble, $10,000 for he and his brother to split, and the rest which he left on the table. He got up and said good game before quickly running out of the building.
Things only got stranger after that. Kye was suddenly doing well on tests that he had just guessed on, he’d avoided getting hit by a car due it breaking down just inches before it hitting him, and OJ was beginning to get his act together. The jury’s still out on whether that last one had anything to due with Kye’s powers manifesting, but it was strange nonetheless. Three weeks after the poker game a man appeared at the Pierce household claiming to be a recruiter for Bellefonte Academy. He told Odell and Regina that Kye was to come with him. OJ didn’t like the man’s attitude nor the fact that he was taking his brother and blatantly told him to fuck off, but that didn’t stop him from taking Kye.
Kye spent his teenage years at Bellefonte, learning more about his powers and meeting others like him. When he was sixteen he received a call from his parents saying that OJ had been gunned down by a dealer that had fronted OJ some money a few months prior and hadn’t heard from him since. This began to make Kye wonder if OJ would still be alive if he were there to protect him, especially now that he knew about his powers. He began to go through a state of depression, feeling survivor’s guilt for not being there to prevent the murder. It was his first experience of his powers failing him and bad things happening to him. He fell down a flight of steps and broke his arm, was arrested and charged with participating in illegal gambling, and his grades began to drop significantly . It was the first time Kye had ever felt lost in the world.
This was the time when he began to experiment with heavier drugs, alcohol, and sex to make himself feel better. He learned that his mood largely affected his powers and began to experiment with what worked and didn’t work to keep himself in an elevated state of mind. Because of this revelation, he opted to not attend OJ’s funeral feeling it was best for himself and everyone not to go. This caused his luck to begin to revert back to normal because he knew he shouldn’t return to Atlantic City at the time. It didn’t make sense to him, but he decided not to question it and that is best to move on.
From that point, Kye began to work solely on follow his instinct and listening to his gut. He knew that he owed Bellefonte for working with the authorities to get him out of trouble with the law so he began to use the money he made from gambling to support Bellefonte and occasionally sent a little to his parents. He got his grades back up and graduated from high school.
ADULTHOOD: After graduating from Bellefonte, Kye became a bit of a wanderer. The day after graduation he hopped in his car and just began to drive. He found himself just driving until he ran out of gas in Spokane, Washington. He stayed in Spokane for a few days before driving around Washington, often lucking into free housing and food from meeting people at bars and just interacting with different people. He would help with chores around their home, cook for them, and do odd jobs around a town. When he left a place he would give all of the money he made to whomever had helped him. He did this for a year, traveling from city to city, staying places for days or weeks at a time. He tried to live in the mountains, but they reminded him too much of Bellefonte and for some reason he knew he wasn’t supposed to be thinking of Bellefonte at that point in his life so he moved on. He left Washington and drove to California, travelling around the northern part of the state and repeating the process of just meeting people and living with whomever would take him in. He repeated the process again in Oregon. Whilst living in Oregon, he received word of the Spectre incident back at the school. This instantly brought back memories of OJ’s death, but he didn’t feel guilty for not being there because he knew he wasn’t supposed to be. But he knew that it was time to stop wandering and return to Bellefonte to do whatever he could to help. He inquired about positions he would be qualified for considering he had no real experience and was told that Bellefonte needed more recruiters. Kye thought it was ironic considering he’d spent the previous three years traveling aimlessly and now he would finally have a reason to travel so he accepted the position.
Kye’s method of recruiting ended up with him just being in the right place at the right time. He would often be on his way to pick up a prospective student and would happen upon other mutants by chatting with the locals of towns he passed through. He sometimes have to leave his car behind to catch a flight due to him picking up four or five students at a time. Currently he is still working as a recruiter, but he knows this isn’t going to last for a long time. He knows that his next objective in life is coming, but he has to complete whatever it is he’s supposed to do at Bellefonte first.
SAMPLE:
This is a none canon roleplay for Kye:
Kyrie let the smoke from his cigarette seep slowly from his mouth before mashing it out in the ashtray that sat in front of him. As he twisted he felt something move underneath. He looked down at the ashtray peevishly. It was completely filled cigarette butts, courtesy of the many other patrons of the bar and a bartender who was completely too swamped to remember to empty it. He began to wonder whether or not he should find the nearest trashcan and empty it himself. His eyes began to scan the area around him for one, but there were too many people in his line of vision. Too many white, red, and blue lights blinding him. Sometimes he wished he were color blind, but then he had to wonder if then he would only see white, red, and blue.
The clacking of a pool cue hitting a billiard ball pulls him out of his thoughts. He turns to the source of the sound and sees a quartet of friends crowding around the table, two men and two women. A double date maybe? Kye observed one of the men, a nerdy looking guy, short, frail, with glasses that were too large for his face- seriously? It’s two-thousand fourteen and this guy can’t get his glasses fitted properly? Kye shook his head. It wasn’t just the glasses though, his karma is what really made Kye shake his head. Why is it red? What did this helpless looking man do to deserve to be red? He watched him line up his shot as he laughs at a joke cracked by the girl Kye assumed to be his girlfriend. He shoots and hits his target in. Why is it red? Why does it matter? He shook his head again before reaching up and taking his hat off of his head and taking the pack of cigarettes from the top of his head. Cigarettes… Ashtray! He turned around to find the ashtray emptied. For some reason, this saddened him. Why was he sad? Why did it matter?
“Need a light” the bartender asks him. He smiles, “Please.” She pulls a lighter from her pocket. It was a one of those cheap lighters that you could adjust the size of the flame with. Kye particularly like the lighter, but this lady was glowing a calming blue so he didn’t really care. Taking a cigarette from the pack and putting it to his lips, Kye extended his arm out to take the lighter, but she shook her head. “Sorry, I’ve had my lighters taken too many times.” She used her thumb to spin the wheel back and a small flame erupted from the lighter. Kye leaned over the bar and lit his cigarette, inhaling deeply before sitting back upright and exhaling upwards to avoid blowing smoke in the bartender's face. “What kind of asshole steals your lighter right in front of your face” Kye asked with a smile. The bartender shrugged, “You’d be surprised. There are a lot of assholes that come in here.” Kye wasn’t surprised. “Thanks for the light.” The bartender smiled and walked to the other end of the bar where a trio of girls had just sat down. All three of them red. No, Kye wasn’t surprised at all.
USERNAME: Flip
AGE GROUP: 21
EXPERIENCE: At least nine years.
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? RPG-D
