Post by Bartholomew Aggebrandt on Apr 12, 2016 14:12:48 GMT -6
Bartholomew "Bart" Viggo Aggebrandt
FACE CLAIM: Søren Bjerg ("Bjergsen")
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AGE: 16
GENDER: male
ORIENTATION: homoflexible
POSITION: Bellefonte student
POWER: Chameleon Camouflage
Bart is able to change his physiology to match even the most complicated patterns around himself, basically turning himself into a human chameleon with all 360 degrees of his body. Unlike costuming, his body will seamlessly match into his surroundings and is difficult to detect with the naked non-powered eye (though those gifted with enhanced senses or powers may be able to sense him in other ways).
What makes it more useful is that, when camouflaged, he also enters an almost hibernation-like state, slowing down things like breathing and heart rate, reducing secretion of sweat and pheromones, and lowering his temperature to avoid alternate means of being located.
LIMITATIONS:
- He is able to extend camouflage to clothing as well. Don't worry, he would not just be floating glasses and other things hanging in the air.
- Still casts a shadow. He is not invisible and still takes up physical space. Having something like paint dumped on him would also outline his body.
- Does not always imitate perfectly. For example, if standing next to a wall that has coloured lights flashing on it, his body may become confused and attempt to imitate the flashing lights rather than going the more simple and effective route of becoming the colour of the wall. 3-D items like lamps attached to walls might come out funky as opposed to a perfectly flat surface.
- Camouflage does not last forever. He can't stand next to a wall for four hours and expect to last that long. As time passes, the camouflage will become less and less effective; usually, it will last about ten minutes before it begins to deteriorate at the current level it's at. Things like stress reduce its lifespan as it requires some focus to maintain.
- Moving? HAHA. NOPE. He can maybe move himself an inch but otherwise he has to remain perfectly still for the camouflage to be effective.
- Body cannot, at the moment, replicate reflective or transparent surfaces. They will come out flatly coloured and not imitate the properties (so an imitated mirror would be non-reflective, or a window non-transparent).
SIDE-EFFECTS:
- Triggers when nervous or threatened for the most part, which is like, all the time with this kid. Therefore, it will often turn on when he doesn't want it to or without him noticing at first.
- May struggle to return to normal; if he's changed recently, there may be a residual bit of plaid left on his forehead or an arm that looks like a sofa cushion. It is possible for him to briefly forget what his original identity looked like and maintain strange aspects.
- Causes disorientation. When camouflaged, his body is also disguised to him, so he may have trouble locating exactly where he is in proportion to things surrounding him.
- If he persists too long with the camouflage, the hibernation aspects may affect him, possibly fatally, as he has altered his biology to a point that cannot be humanly maintained.
HEIGHT: 166cm/5'4.5"
HAIR COLOR: light brown
EYE COLOR: medium brown
MISC: The first thing one will notice is that he's quite short, despite his genetics and his age. In fact, many will mistake Bart for still being in middle school (especially thanks to a continued high-pitched voice even after puberty) much to his chagrin, and he constantly insists that he's taller, practically measuring himself to the thousandth of a centimetre. Slightly underweight at around 112lbs/50kg, his has no muscle tone, and is probably the first to admit he's a wimp (good thing he's also a pacifist). His skin is a creamy white with completely visible veins thanks to the fact that he prefers the comforts of his room as opposed to the scary and wild outdoors, and his face still has that last clearing of acne that sprouts from time to time. His posture is awful. He will probably be a hunchback when he is older.
His clothing is as casual as it comes. He likes things that are comfortable and loose and spends most of his time in jeans and hoodies, and always in solid colours, usually light grey. He doesn't really own anything brand-name as he buys a lot of his clothes second-hand since he's both cheap and lazy when it comes to clothes...his mother dressed him until he was 15, and then she drew the line. Lives in flip-flops pretty much year round, too. Accessories are a no-no save for a woven leather bracelet with an opal his sister made him and he does not have any tattoos nor piercings.
At school, he prefers the summer uniform, even if shorts aren't flattering to his toothpick legs.
PERSONALITY: The thing one might first notice about Bart is that...well, they may not notice him at all. He is contented with sitting things out on the sidelines, watching instead of participating, and rejection doesn't particularly bother him anymore after so many years of being invisible (or prior to that, picked on).
However, this should not mean that anyone should mistake Bart for being absolutely shy. While he usually prefers not to initiate the conversation, it's not like he has condemned himself to a life of pity and solitude. He simply will take a while to do so, as he likes to observe someone and their nature before committing to the approach, usually guised behind something like borrowing an item so he can hit the Escape key on life if things go bad.
Once brought into an interaction, his attitude can be fidgety. His entire life is fidgety, actually - he almost constantly has some kind of tic like a tapping foot or darting eyes. He's quite high-strung and instantly will abort any situation that makes him even remotely uncomfortable. It's not out of spite or disinterest, merely that he's bad at small talk. Once you can hit on something he enjoys, though, he will light up like a firework and becomes all waving arms and passionate rants about the smallest things. Really, he's just so typical. BE INTERESTING, MY CHILD. PLEASE.
He's very eager once he has attached himself to someone. Those first few times you meet, yes, it will be bad, but then he's going to become your happy lil' tag-along. He enjoys gratification from making others pleased and as a result, you can manipulate him quite easily as he JUST WANTS GOOD FRIENDS. He's more about small and meaningful shows of these types of things and appreciates more intimate gatherings where he can be a part of it, rather than just another face in the crowd.
He's kind of a dork. He isn't beneath acting silly or doing things that others his age may consider childish when comfortable around another (or even not, sometimes he just does these things automatically), and is in no real hurry to be an adult.
He is not closed about his preference for men. He won't bring it up, but if you ask, he isn't going to lie to you. On rare occasions, he may find himself attracted to women.
SECRET(S): He likes Korean girl groups. He's learned some of the dances. He would never tell anyone this. It is going to the grave. Unless you get him drunk. Then he will gaily dance for you in a party hat and tutu. Life hack. (whispers aggressively: GIRLS' GENERATION MAKE YOU FEEL THE HEAT)
Irrational fear of rabbits.
FATHER: Nicolas Gregor Aggebrandt (58) - electrician
MOTHER: Filipina Marget Aggebrandt (nee Olsen) (54) - secretary
SIBLINGS: Edith Heda Aggebrandt (26) - university student + mutant (muscular enhancement)
WORTHY MENTIONS: cinnamon green-cheeked parakeet (Leon) and pineapple green-checked parakeet (Velma)...his preciouses. TOUCH THEM AND DIE.NOTE: contains homophobic slurs.CHILDHOOD: Average.
A childhood summed up in one word.
There was nothing especially special about Bart's life growing up, or any signs that he would be anything but the town nerd, head at a permanent angle to look at his GameBoy. He grew up in a simple middle-class neighbourhood in a small Manitoba town, raised by two hard-working parents and alongside one older sister. If there was anything special, it was probably how remarkably boring it was. There was no household conflict, no issues of poverty or scarcity, no disasters raining upon their heads constantly to beat them down...they were just another family.
This did not really bother Bart. As if anyone could complain about their lives being normal, right? But he had always been a simple soul, and he was contented to grow up, become an electrician like his dad, and settle down in the same town. There were no wild or crazy aspirations in his soul but to be comfortable, and as he grew up, that's how it seemed things would be.
The only small problem was that it was hard to do that kind of thing when everyone in your town mistrusted you. Not to be unkind, but the people of the town didn't exactly take well to families from "the outside" - namely, Bart's Swedish parents, who had moved to Canada back when they were very young when some extended family needed help. Despite all the time their family had been there - Edith and Bart, both born on Canadian soil - they were still "the outside". While Edith was about the size of a small bull thanks to the fact that she did sports almost constantly and was about a foot taller than her classmates by age 10, Bart had always been that small, scrawny, and weak kid, the perfect target for his much larger farm kid enemies. When his sister wasn't around, it was easy for them to push him in the dust and crack the screen of his game or his glasses, leaving him to pick himself up when the bell went off for recess.
Relying on his sister so much for help meant that things went downhill when, one day, she broke another kid's arm by sheer force after he had taken another crack at beating up her little brother. Unfortunately, that breaking had also meant that his sister's muscles had swelled like a damn bodybuilders. It wasn't long before the recruiters showed up at their door and whisked her away to Québec to a school for people like her.
And so poor little weak Bart was left alone with no one on his side.
ADOLESCENCE: It was only once he had gotten to the later years of middle school that his life changed at last. Well, not a lot, but a little.
By this point, picking on Bart had gotten boring. The sport of evading Edith's wrath was gone and he didn't fight back, so they moved on to greener pastures. That didn't mean that things were any better, since he didn't get any attention now...if anything, he almost wished the days that people would give him the time back. It was almost like Bart was invisible. Sometimes he felt that way, like he was blending into the world around him. His refuge became his computer, where he lost hours into games pretending to be someone that he wasn't, talking with people he would never meet but that seemed to understand him on a personal level.
Finally, though, at 13, he made a friend. His name was Teddy, and he had moved from Toronto. Of course, a city-dweller was interesting to the small town, and curiosity from the students quickly consumed their mistrust. Teddy was, to his credit, not the type to allow his head to inflate from his popularity, and when he found Bart playing Pokémon by the side of the school, the only comment he had to make was that Bart was stupid for picking the Water starter over the Fire one.
It was the start of Bart's first real friendship.
Lucky for him, too, the aura of popularity that surrounded Teddy also rubbed off on him. People were cordial to him, at least, and almost downright nice (as long as Teddy was around). Bart loved it, and became extremely attached to this other boy, an attachment that eventually gave way to a deeper and more personal affection.
He wasn't sure why he decided the time to kiss Teddy was when they were at a party, drunk (hey, he was 15, and small towns have nothing better to do) and in front of dozens of others. Maybe it was because he was drunk that he leaned in to crush his lips on the other boys, only to be shoved back in horror and disgust, a firm rebuff. He would have understood that. Teddy didn't need to scream "fag" and dump his beer on Bart's head.
Never had he felt so humiliated as when people followed suit, tossing bottles at him with jeers of "twink", "homo", "fairy boy"...never so miserable, or never had wanted to disappear so much. It was only when the people subsided and became making noises of confusion and even fear that he noticed where his body had been was replaced by couch and wall colours.
Of course, it faded, and of course, no one believed a bunch of drunk teenagers - but it looked like the Aggebrandt family had a new mutant on their hands. Now required to head to a school to contain people like himself once the recruiters showed up mere days later, they balked at the idea of sending him to Acton Vale due to the fire despite it being his sister's school. They elected to instead send him to Bellefonte in the United States, which he did not object to, now eager to escape.
So far, Bellefonte has proven itself fine in the past few months. So far, he has encountered no significant problems, and is in fact is far more comfortable knowing that he is around people who will understand when he accidentally triggers his own ability. Only time will tell now how things unfold, but for once, Bart is taking more of an active role in his own life instead of passively watching it go by.
SAMPLE: [not related to Bart]
She stared up at him on the stage; even though most of the lights were out, there was enough that she could make out every part of his features - the curve of his cheekbones, the slight jut of his chin, the hair that kind of curled around near the area of his ears kind of cutely. With his camera and his uniform, he almost looked like he belonged up there, like some kind of baby stage actor. She suddenly felt a horrible sense of out-of-place vertigo. Everything was suddenly happening so fast, it felt like; had it only been a few minutes since they reunited? Even with the awkwardness of the small talk, she felt like they had never parted.
She crossed her arms over her chest as she carefully ascended the stage, the burning in her legs and swooping in her brain reminding her that she hadn't eaten for a while. She had her foot on one step when she had to stop for a moment, catching her breath as though winded, before she could complete the final few. Luckily, she could easily blame it on her heels, but they made her feet ache, so she balanced on one leg and then the other as she took them off and casually tossed them aside.
"Horror film? Just show them the shots you got of me," she said, staring down at her bare feet. Her toenail polish stared back up at her, bright red and immaculate like everything else about her person, but she suddenly realised how gross and thick her feet were. She could practically see the bulge of her ankles, the swell of her toes - it made her want to gag, so she just looked up and smiled, hoping that her crossed arms tucked her bulging stomach in, at least.
She suddenly turned and opened her arms to the auditorium, as though addressing a crowd. "I've always liked those psychological films," she said agreeably, closing her eyes as she tilted her head up towards the ceiling and moved towards the edge of the stage, before opening them again and staring out over all the empty seats. "I loved that one, M?" After a moment, she hung her head. "But...it's pretty old, I guess. Maybe you haven't seen it. Just...that part with the balloon, right near the beginning, after the little girl gets murdered? It always kind of stuck with me, I guess." She laughed suddenly, breathlessly. "It's kind of stupid. What about you?"
If there was one of...well, many things Eun Mae enjoyed but didn't talk about, old black-and-whites were probably one of them. She remembered her old school, back in the US, where there had been an art cinema nearby; when she wasn't with her posse, she was there, sinking into the plush seats, sometimes for three, four, five shows, before she would finally uncurl herself and drag herself back to school for curfew.
However, Eun Mae overestimated her own levels of adrenaline right now. Had she been in her right mind, she probably would have known not to stand so close to the edge, but the sudden vertigo hit again, and suddenly she couldn't breathe as she began stumbling forwards, only semi-conscious, blinking in confusion at the rebellion of her own body against her.
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