Ricky Chrome

[Ricky Chrome]

NAME: Richard Samuel Chrome
NICKNAME: Ricky
AGE: 14
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Homosexual
POSITION: Student
FACE CLAIM: Nathan Kress

POWER:
Synapse Manipulation
Ricky's fingertips secrete a somewhat sticky, gel-like substance. This substance, which Ricky jokingly calls "Mind-ocaine," is a potent neurotoxin. Via skin-to-skin contact, the toxin can pass from Ricky's fingertips into another person's body. After a particular amount of time (varying somewhat based on where on the body the toxin entered) the victim's voluntary muscle movements cease to function. Once this occurs, they are aware of their current state but cannot move of their own will. By forcing mental commands upon the person once they are affected by the toxin, Ricky can control both their physical actions and even involuntary neural processes such as heartbeat.
Furthermore, Mind-ocaine is "neuroconductive." By connecting it from his hand to another person, Ricky can directly control them by transmitting his own neurons' impulses across the "thread," as opposed to giving specific commands.

Limitations
Mind-ocaine can be eventually recognized and hunted by the human immune system, so the effects wear off after a few minutes, and multiple uses on the same person become less and less effective. Because a victim is aware of their predicament while affected by the toxin, it is unlikely that a former victim would ever trust Ricky within 20 feet of them again. Threads are resilient, but can be stretched, snapped, cut, etc. Theoretically, up to ten threads can be used at once; Ricky at this point has difficulty utilizing even one, however. Furthermore, Ricky can only control a particular number of a person's motor skills simultaneously using threads; it would be more difficult to have a person walk a certain way, for example, if Ricky is also trying to keep their mouth from moving (autonomous body processes within that person are an exception and continue as normal).

Side-Effects
Active: When using threads, side-effects include headaches, double vision, and Ricky having difficulty controlling his own muscle movements while controlling another's.
Passive: Weakened immune system due to the human body's reaction to Mind-ocaine generated in Ricky's body, emotional instability including power delusions, must wear gloves to avoid unwanted Mind-ocaine transmission.


APPEARANCE SECTION:
Ricky is a bit small for his age (not that it would be wise to mention that to him) measuring in at only 5 feet 3 inches and 105 pounds. His body type would be considered "thin," though he wishes he could bring himself to put forth the effort to work out and build some muscle. He has short dark hair, which he tries to keep in as pristine condition as possible. His eyes are a deep brown color, and he's fortunate to have a face small enough for its features.

People always tell Ricky his hands seem small for a guy, but he likes their size. He hasn't decided if that's because his mutant status isn't revealed by them (despite their being the primary locus of his ability), or because it means he can get smaller gloves which fit him better. His skin is clear and soft, with the exception of his fingertips, which become sticky and coarse when unused Mind-ocaine builds up.

MUST HAVE APPAREL: Ricky is a mindless follower of fashion trends; he only wears whatever is "in style." He always wears black gloves, only taking them off to clean the insides of the fingers when too much Mind-ocaine has built up.

PERSONALITY SECTION:
Ricky enjoys being the center of attention. He can't stand being ignored by anyone, and will go out of his way to make sure he is noticed. In spite of this, when flirting with someone with utmost confidence, the instant any affection is returned, Ricky becomes a red-faced, giggly mess. He acts cold and rude at times, but he really wants people to be friends with him.

At his best, Ricky is a warm, fun, and caring individual. At his worst, he is arrogant, manipulative, and desperate for recognition or affirmation. As a total extrovert, his greatest fear is being completely alone. His greatest hope and dream is to one day find his "special person" who will always make him feel important no matter what happens.

EXTRA QUIRK:
Ricky secretly enjoys the Call of Duty series of video games, and spends
many hours telling people online what he did with their mothers, despite not being attracted to women.


FATHER: James Michael Chrome
MOTHER: Dr. Raven Marie Adams-Chrome, M.D. (formerly known as "the Black Hand of Boston.")
SIBLINGS: None.
PET: None.
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Danny Valentine
WORTHY MENTIONS: Steven Stephens (former significant other), Alyssa Geronsin (acquaintance)


CHILDHOOD:
Ricky Chrome was raised in the West End of Boston by his parents, James
and Raven. Raven Adams-Chrome is an alumna of Bellefonte Academy, infamously known in the Boston area as "the Black Hand of Boston" after several incidents in her early adolescence. Because of this, the Chrome family had to move several times during Ricky's childhood. At first, Ricky was very depressed to have to move all the time and say goodbye to most of his friends, but after the sixth or seventh move (he had lost count by then) he didn't seem to care anymore.

One day, however, Ricky witnessed a conversation between his parents.
"James, I have good news...we won't have to move anymore. The Boss is dead."
The man grabbed his wife by her wrist, looking at her gloved hand with a mix of fear and anger. "RAVEN. You promised you'd never...never..." he began to stammer. Raven pulled her arm away from his grip. "I did something you could never hope to do, and now our son, whom you so desperately asked for from me, can live with the promise of safety and stability." James sputtered for a moment, then stormed off to the back of the house. Ricky, frightened to see his parents argue like this, ran off to Danny Valentine's house.

Danny Valentine was Ricky's childhood friend for as long as the two could remember. The two had gone to school together even though Danny was almost two years older, and Ricky would always spend time at Danny's house because he always felt safe there. That is, until one day when Danny didn't show up to school. He asked Danny's parents, but they only said a bit tearfully that "he would be going to a special school far away for a while."

ADOLESCENCE:

As Ricky grew up and puberty began to set in, a certain realization came to light. One day after school, he brought his parents into the living room, and after quite a bit of stuttering, managed to blurt out, "I like boys, okay!?" His parents hugged him and told him they accept him and love him for who he is, his father silently relieved that his son had revealed he was gay, and not a mutant.

It wasn't long after coming out that Ricky had his first boyfriend at the age of 14, a boy from his class unfortunately named Steven Stephens. One night, while they were holding hands walking home after a night at the movie theater, they both suddenly noticed that their joined hands seemed...sticky. Disgusted, they yanked their hands away from each other, wiping the strange gunk off on their shirts. Minutes later, just a few houses away from Ricky's, Steven suddenly stopped walking. "Hm? What's wrong Stevie?" Ricky asked concernedly but without turning around or stopping. His accidental victim didn't respond. Okay I know you're a quiet person, but this is ridiculous. Say something. Ricky thought to himself. Steven replied weakly behind him, "I c-c-c-can't move...!" Ricky sighed internally. We haven't even walked a half mile, just keep walking, we're almost there. Steven paled in horror as his legs continued walking of their own accord, but Ricky didn't notice due to the barely lit neighborhood. The next day, Steven called Ricky to break up with him, but wouldn't say why, or even why he wouldn't break it off in person.

Their first day back at school, Ricky was halfway through his lunch when he saw Steven glaring at him from a distant table. He'd seen that look before, just a few years ago. It was the same way his father looked at his mother, with such anger and fear swirled together. When he got home, he "borrowed" a pair of his mother's gloves. They were a bit too big for his hands, but he'd manage. He would always take them off before he got home, except one day he forgot. When he went into the kitchen, his father saw the gloves on his hands and hastily approached him, grabbing his wrists tightly. "Why are you wearing these gloves!? Have you hurt anyone!? No...No...I refuse to believe that my own son could be a mutant...One in this family is enough! Tell me you're not a mutant!" The man screamed at his own son in a panicked frenzy, squeezing his wrists even more tightly. "Dad, you're hurting me! Stop!" James pulled the gloves off Ricky's hands, tossing them aside and beginning to storm off. "You don't need those, you're not a mutant."

"Is Mom a mutant?" Mr. Chrome froze in his tracks, turning around to glare at Ricky. The boy inquired further. "Is that why you look at her the way you look at me? Like we're some kind of monsters?" Ricky clenched his fists as his anger grew. His father began to respond, "You listen to me, son, you-"

"NO! You listen to ME!" In an uncharacteristic burst of rage, Ricky leapt at his father, wrapping his hands around his neck. The larger man easily freed himself from his son's grip, but within a few seconds, Mr. Chrome's body had gone completely limp, refusing to move. Ricky stopped, catching his breath. He stood staring at his father still on the floor in front of him. He remembered how Steven said he couldn't move, that night after the movies, and how, for some reason, the other boy had responded to his thoughts. He glared down at his father. Dad. Say you're sorry. "I'm sorry!" his father screamed in a frightful tone. Damn right, you're sorry. You live your life with fear and hatred for your own family. You're the monster here, not us. Stop breathing, scum. He watched as his father's face changed colors over the next few minutes, and then died in front of him.
He felt his heart sink into his stomach as he heard the front door start to open. He'd gotten angry and carried away, what would his mother say? What would he do?

Raven Chrome walked in and saw her husband in a heap on the kitchen floor, her son Ricky curled up and sitting next to the body. She let out a quiet hum and stepped back outside, motioning for someone to come in. Ricky finally looked up after a few moments to see his mother standing over him, along with Danny Valentine and some girl he didn't recognize. Finally the widow Chrome spoke coldly, "I need not mourn a man who was too afraid to touch his wife except out of hate." Danny blinked and started to ask out loud, "Then how did-" but was cut off by a sharp elbow to the ribs. "OW! Alyssa, what-" The girl next to him whispered something into his ear, from his position on the floor Ricky only overheard the words "test tube."

Alyssa muttered while pushing her glasses up onto her nose, "According to my vision, we can bury the body in the backyard and no one will disturb it." The women nodded to each other and began moving the corpse towards the back of the house. Danny knelt down beside Ricky, speaking softly to him like he always did when the younger needed comforting. "It's alright, it's not your fault." He handed Ricky a pair of gloves. "Put these on for now. Alyssa told me to bring them, and they seem like the right size, so I guess they're for you." Ricky slipped the gloves on hastily. A perfect fit. He slowly rose to his feet.

"I missed you," Ricky finally said in a quiet voice, still stuffed up a bit from his tears. Danny grinned and kissed him on the forehead. Ricky turned bright red, but before he could respond, Alyssa poked her head back into the room. "Ricky, you'll need to pack your bags, your mother wants to leave before nightfall."

Ricky sat in the passenger seat of his mother's hybrid sedan, scribbling in the journal he'd kept ever since Danny had gone away years ago.
"Dear Journal,
I've packed my bags, and it looks like we're just about ready to go. I don't know what lies ahead, but I don't think I'm afraid, either."
He smiled to himself, shutting his journal and putting his earphones in, "Born This Way" blasting in his ears as his mother pulled out of the driveway to begin their several-day drive west.

ADULTHOOD: N/A


SAMPLE:
[[[I had just finished performing my last song and dance of the night on stage...the club was starting to get really stuffy...you know, from all the body heat trapped in such a closed space? So I ducked backstage and outside into the back alley...I didn't see the knife in his hand until it was up against my throat.
...His breath was...hot...and gross...and it smelled like rotting garbage. I almost puked right then and there. He said... "Nice dress girly! What you got underneath there, princess?" At first I thought he had simply mistaken me for an -actual- girl...
But when I finally got a good look at who it was, I realized that I had seen his face in the club earlier in the evening. He tore at my sister's dress...the same one that I'd first borrowed from her years ago. He ...... [REDACTED] ...... and then he left me there in the cold...until Nat found me.
-- Hoenn P.D. Case File #2932, Subject: Nathan Moore ]]]
(excerpt from Character Profile for Nathan Moore on Toro League)


USERNAME: AranMalkovich (just call me Aran~)

AGE GROUP: 20

EXPERIENCE: 
I dabbled in forum RP years ago, but last year I joined a Minecraft RP server (Toro League) and was a GM for some time.

WHERE DID YOU FIND US? My sister told me about this website.

Template made by MEL, inspired by NU

[Mel *]

Welcome to the Bellefonte Academy, Aran!
Here's a link to the CLAIMS!