Timothy Carter

[Timothy Carter]

Timothy Jonathan Carter

FACE CLAIM: Chad Michael Murray

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AGE: 18
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
POSITION: Student



POWER: Telepathy

Timothy's ability is one that he has a great deal of controlling and getting to grips with. It enables him to pick up on others thoughts as they think them and more rarely also some of their emotions. The latter is much less frequent and usually only occurs when the individual concerned is feeling something particularly strongly. The thoughts he picks up are generally more like passing words and sentences as he virtually never focuses in on them. To him, it's like hearing people talk only with their thoughts.

He's like a satellite orbiting Earth and picking up all of the radio signals. Anywhere within a fifteen foot radius, he's liable to pick up thoughts and 'rough' emotions. With one or two people it's a minor nuisance, five or six it's a headache and any more than that can prove to be utterly maddening. This 'background noise' as he calls it is usually pretty vague and no more than passing and fleeting thoughts or feelings, lingering only for seconds. Those whose thoughts he picked up aren't even generally aware it's happening.

As far as mind reading goes, if he makes an effort,  he can occasionally transfer thoughts into an image he can recognise. For example, if he were to concentrate whilst you thought about your house, he may be able to envision a model like image of the said building and to explore it. This is the part of his power which he's working the hardest on to improve.

For those who he's communicating with, generally it's a lot like having someone talking to you directly. Timothy's voice will take on a somewhat echo-like quality which will seem hard to locate. It can be a little disorientating at first and for some a little unpleasant. Concentrating on other matters can become difficult. It has been known to sometimes cause mild headaches afterwards. He can't give others the same amount of detail as he sometimes picks up from them. Exchanges are therefor usually more like streams of consciousness. 

Like most people, when angry Tim tends to shout. A telepathic shout can be a rather painful ordeal. Imagine having someone standing right next to you and screaming their lungs out into your eardrum but not being able to shut them up or escape it. Whilst not technically dangerous in itself, as the case of his mother proves, it can be crippling for those exposed to it. Generally preventing them from thinking clearly, disorientating them and leaving them with a painful migraine afterwards.



LIMITATIONS:

The biggest issue with Timothy's ability is his inability to turn it off. He keeps on picking up the thoughts of those around him morning, noon and night and can quickly be overwhelmed.  It's a distraction which can prevent him from thinking clearly, using his ability properly and if there are enough people even lead to some painful side-effects. In truly severe cases, he will have to retreat somewhere quiet and secluded for potentially hours in order to recuperate.

His telepathy is also limited to current thoughts and emotions. Seeing as most people are in a constant state of flux. For instance, this would mean that he would likely be utterly useless at trying to tell where someone had hidden something, so long as they thought about anything else. It means that he is somewhat reliant on the other person's either ignorance or compliance when actually attempting to read a mind.

Distance is also a major factor as at least as far as picking up the thoughts of others goes, he's limited to a range of roughly 15 feet. It's easiest for him to use his ability in the peace and quiet, looking whoever he wants to communicate with dead in the eyes. Other wise he gets a bit lost. The louder he tries to convey his voice, the more painful and severe the after-effects. This makes him largely inefficient in any combat situation seeing as if he were to yell at someone for more than a few seconds, he would likely pass-out himself.

As far as maintaining his ability goes. In ideal circumstances (peace and quiet, with one willing person in the room), he can maintain a link for roughly 5 minutes before beginning to feel some unpleasant side-effects such as dizziness. The longer he persists the worse the symptoms become ultimately leading to him blacking out. Even if he stops before the symptoms begin, he'll often have a small nosebleed anywhere few minutes up until seven hours afterwards. The further away he is, the faster the side-effects come on and the less long he is able to maintain a link. The same is true for the number of people he tries to include, right now, his limit is four and only for exceptionally brief periods. Any more than that and he either can't create a connection or begins to suffer within seconds.



SIDE-EFFECTS:

From least severe and most frequent to rarest and most severe :

• Disorientation (especially if in a crowded space)
• Nosebleeds
• Tends to become spaced out when actively using his ability
• Dizziness, confusion
• Headaches (ranging from the minor to the severe)
• Has been known to pass out or in some cases enter a brief coma

HEIGHT: 6'1

HAIR COLOR: Dirty blonde

EYE COLOR: Pale green/blue



MISC: Timothy is a very practical guy when it comes to clothes, preferring a simple tee-shirt, jeans and trainers, over anything fancy. He can usually be found with a pair of headphones and an MP3 player listening to music.





PERSONALITY: Timothy keeps to himself. This is partly out of necessity as being around large crowds can distress him as he keeps on picking up their thoughts but his main reason is fear. After inadvertently sending his mother into a comatose state, he is unwilling to get near anybody else for fear of the past repeating itself. This often makes him seem cold and offish around others as he spends much of his time isolated in the park somewhere and his natural reaction when approached is to ignore whoever's there and assume that they'll leave in a few moments.

The teen doesn't talk much and when he does it's never about himself and tends to get snappy if others question him about it, feeling that it's none of their business. For the most part, you'd be lucky if he said "Hi" to you. He feels distant from the world around him and perhaps ironically for a guy who knows what everyone's thinking, finds it hard to relate to others. At his most comfortable when he's alone, Timothy can usually be found in the grounds reading a book or listening to music.

He's a hard worker and despite everything is determined to not waste his life. This leads him to often volunteer to help with tasks, no matter how menial. It isn't unknown for him to be a little sarcastic when he does interact with others. If you refuse to leave his space he can actually be downright nasty sometimes, pushing others away with little care for their feelings. In his mind, complete and utter suppression of his emotions is the only way to keep those around him safe.

His two great passions in life: mechanics and nature may at first seem a little contradictory but they're the two things that he relies on to calm himself down and keep himself from going completely insane. He likes both because they don't trigger his sensitive telepathy. To him, animals are ideal as they are alive and feel but he can't pick up their thoughts and machines fascinate him in such a way that he has the unfortunate habit of taking pretty much everything apart. He's never happier than when he's letting Argent fly around in the outdoors.

Tim will never admit it but he's lonely, unfortunately, his fear of hurting others has prevented him from forming any real friendships. Somewhere inside of him though is the same brash, cocky and fun-loving teen as there was before the incident.



SECRET(S): A little before coming to Bellefonte, Timothy's powers were putting him under so much physical and emotional strain that he snapped at his mother. Unfortunately, he did so with his powers causing her to slip and fall down the stairs, breaking her neck. He now visits his tetraplegia mother at the local care home whenever he can.





FATHER: Terrence, Loreto

MOTHER: Angeline, Carter

SIBLINGS: Marie Loreto (half-sister)

WORTHY MENTIONS: A young female Aplomado falcon named Argent.



CHILDHOOD: Timothy was born and raised in Los Angeles, California. His parents divorced when he was three years old. Their only child never really understand why but can sill vaguely remember them arguing. He went to live with his mother who was a nurse at the local hospital. His father, Terrence, did odd jobs and lived in a slightly grottier part of the city which Angeline disliked sending her young son to. They lived on the outskirts, near some old fields. He remarried and had a daughter, she never did. Tim would spend much of his childhood at one household or the other.

For the most part, Tim enjoyed his childhood. Money was rather tight for both of his parents; his father had a new family and a young son to care for and his mother had the mortgage to think about amongst other things. With his mother working long and odd hours and Terrence showing increasingly less interest in his young son, the boy quickly learned how to look after himself and became autonomous faster than most children. By the age of ten, he was capable of making himself diner, washing up and putting himself to bed. Despite the fact that he would sometimes only see his mother for a few moments a day, the pair were very close.

Tim's two great passions in life come from his childhood. As a young boy, he once broke his toy clockwork robot, heartbroken, he asked his mother to fix it. Although she promised to do so, she never seemed to have the time. The boy then took it upon himself to repair his robot. It took him some time but eventually he got all the cogs and gears back into place. Proud of his achievement, he would go on to start taking everything apart... Unfortunately he wasn't always capable of putting them back together.

His passion for falconry and nature as a general comes from his neighbour. The old man used to use birds of pray to keep down the pests which routinely ravaged his crops. Timothy would always watch with fascination as the farmer flew his birds around. It wasn't long before he noticed the lad's interest and offered to teach him some of the basics. By the age of thirteen, he would go down to fly and clean out the raptors every after school.


ADOLESCENCE: Timothy was one of these kids who just seemed to be destined to enjoy high school. He wasn't incredibly academically gifted but managed to make it through class with a grade average of B. His good looks, cheery outlook on life and charms quickly earned him a strong circle of friends and his fair share of love stories throughout the years. He did well on sports and played in the school football team... His mother's hours had been changed meaning that she only worked the night shift for three days, allowing him to see more of her. He had a lot of reasons to be happy.

His hawk Argent was a gift from a clutch that his neighbour had. Whilst it wasn't strictly speaking legal for him to own the bird seeing as Timothy didn't have a permit, the then 16 year old made an effort to raise the young bird as best as he could; flying her in the neighbour's fields whenever he had the opportunity.

Seven months after his 17th birthday, his life changed in the course of one afternoon.

It started with a minor headache and a nosebleed during football practise. The teen naturally thought very little of it, shrugging it off as the result of a slightly over enthusiastic tackle. It only got worse as the day went on however and by half one, he found himself in the infirmary. It was there for the first time that he heard the voices. He could hear the nurse and some of the other students who were in there with him despite the fact that their mouths weren't moving.

Rather than assume telepathy, he tried to pass off the current situation as simply being overworked and needing a break. For the next two days, he went through the agony of having others thoughts echoing through his head without being able to stop them, in a crowded environment such as his school, it was hell. He tried to act as if nothing was up and be the same smiling and charming Timothy Carter as he had always been. All the while, he believed he was becoming insane.

His mother sensed that something was up. On the third evening of his powers manifesting, she confronted her son, asking him kindly what was the matter. He snapped, in every sense. All the fear and frustration of the last few days erupted as pure, uncontrolled rage. He can remember yelling at her, screaming that "He was fine and didn't need her.". The last thing he can remember is a searing white light and his mother's awful cry as she staggered backwards and fell down the stairs. Then nothingness...

He awoke at the local hospital, having been in a coma for the past five days. People from Bellefonte were there and quickly explained the situation to him. He was a mutant. The headaches and voices were a result of his telepathy first manifesting itself. Then he asked about his mother, the answer was a little slower coming. During her fall, she had broken her neck and was now paralysed from the neck down and required a ventilator at all times to be able to breathe.

That day Timothy became silent. Despite his mother's insistance that it wasn't his fault. His joy and charm disappeared replaced with a coldness and desire to distance himself from others. He saw it as his fault what had happened to his mother and never wanted to do the same to another.

He came to Bellefonte without so much as a complaint, breaking all residual ties with his father in doing so. He now lives there and keeps himself very much to himself. His one companion is his falcon Argent who he took with him. As of now, he's been there for six months and is gradually getting used to his new life. Every Friday, without fail, he goes to the local care home where they moved his mother to give her flowers and spend an hour with her, in the hope that one day she'll recover. She remains a guiding force in his life and is one of the few people that he willingly confides in.





SAMPLE: For the record, this is a wolf RPG, I've bleeped out the other characters' names in case their players wouldn't approve :

Patience was a virtue which Red wholeheartedly believed in, it was just a shame that he felt his being pushed to its very limit so darn often!

The aging shepherd made his way throughout the desolate landscape accompanied by the young wolf, it was far removed from the valley where they had first met. This wasn't his first time here however, many seasons ago he'd passed through here and met those two strange Eindriedes. He wondered what had become of them. Much like his companion, he wasn't overly fond of the burnt forest and the ash beneath their feet, least of all when he could feel that the cold was coming. Unlike ***** however, he didn't persist in moaning about it for what seemed like hours on end. He let out a sigh, tired of having to explain himself. So far, travelling with the young wolf had only reminded him why he usually travelled alone. "We're passing this way because there are no packs out this far, only strays." He cast a glance around. "Last time I was here, there were these two Eindriedes. We need members and we also need to stay away from other packs, at least until we can stand up to them if need's be."

His mind was a little distant as he wondered along. The longer and further they went without encountering any suitable new members, the more he found himself wondering if this 'pack' of theirs was just an idealistic pup's dream. He was too old for that sort of thing and should know better... Even *****, usually the source of all things passionate had become a little quiet. The dog let out a sigh, a few more hours and they would turn back, there was likely nothing here but ash.

He raised his eyes as the young wolf nudged him startling him from his thoughts. "Huh?" He asked, a little confused. A few seconds later, he too saw the figure in the distance. They were alone, as most would be out here he suspected. Moving slowly, he couldn't help but frown as his eyes rested upon the other dog in the distance. "Hey, ***** wait a-" It was with a certain amount of dismay that he realized his companion was already trotting off without him. That wolf needed to learn the meaning of the word 'caution'. Something wasn't right about the dog up ahead, there was something about the way it was moving which smelt off...

"Darned pup..." He muttered under his breath a little frustrated with the small wolf. Given little other choice, he sped up to catch up with his companion joining him before he reached the stranger. A stranger who was beginning to look less and less strange the closer they got. That fur and build... Why, he did believe he'd seen them before. As they drew closer, the aging shepherd found a smile creeping onto his face. "Well, I'll be... *****!" He greeted her with a certain amount of genuine joy. It had been practically a year now. In fact it had. He stopped however before he got any closer. Something was most definitely wrong. "You don't look so good." It might have come across a little brash but it was the truth. She looked pretty sick.





USERNAME: Wildside



AGE GROUP: Older than 18, younger than 25



EXPERIENCE: Give or take 5 years.



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