Post by Paine Helsing on Jul 12, 2012 13:58:52 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 500px] [atrb=style,border-top: 10px solid #4477aa;background-color: #222222;] PAINE HELSING  18 ✖ MALE ✖ BISEXUAL ✖ MUTANT ✖Power/Ability Fire Manipulation |
The ability to generate and morph fire, or to absorb it to give him strength. Not having all the time in the world to practice, his fire can be dangerous due to the fact that he has little to no control over it; the only person that this hurts is himself. His skin is tough and mostly fire-resistant, but a direct hit of the flames can still hurt him if he's not channeling it properly. [/blockquote]
✖ Personality
Paine comes across as a person who could care literally about nothing, one that puts things aside and just continues on his merry way, but everything said to him has a purpose, and he stores it somewhere in his brain so he can ponder about it later. He has a high sex drive, so that also has the issue of playing highly in his personality, but we won't delve too far within that at the moment. The redhead has a large amount of charm that he can turn on at any moment in time to try and woo anybody, but sometimes (more times than not) it backfires on him and he has to deal with the consequences. But Paine isn't a person that thinks about what is to come later, he simply lives for the here and now. Once he brings somebody close, he has the urge to protect and guard, and will take on the responsibility, even if he knows that he doesn't have to. He is terrified of being left alone in the world, and will do anything to keep the people he loves close. Not that the people he loves is that big of a category, it takes a lot to get close to him.
Paine, a trait that fits in perfectly with his mutant ability, is quite the hothead and has a fiery temper that is easily igniting into fury. He is the kind of person that is apt to try and beat the living hell out of somebody who deserves it, even if they are surrounded by as many people as you wish to think of. But past all of the anger and the inner sadness that he never likes to show and often look for those with sex appeal, Paine really is a loving guy. Really.
✖ History
Paine was always one of those people that others looked at funny, but never had a reason. It wasn't like he was susceptible to bullying, for he could defend himself when he was in elementary school, but he was just the weird one that didn't have many friends. It didn't bother the young boy, he was a simple-minded person that didn't need much to survive and be happy. He had a love for computers and would always go home, do his homework like a good little boy, and would then get on the computer for the rest of the day. His parents saw nothing wrong with him, he was just a normal little boy with a love for technology; the only odd thing was how his eyes would sometimes glow. But they just cast that aside, saying that it was something along the lines of the strange color and the way the light would hit it. Paine never once thought about it on his own time, and when they would glow, he would walk away and pretend it never existed.
To him, it really didn't exist; the things that didn't matter were things that weren't reality.
But as he got older, getting into his first year in middle school, his behavior suddenly took a drastic change, for the better worse, his parents and school counselors could not decide. He would bring lighters to school and light them in the middle of class, and would sit all alone at recess and burn pieces of paper, his homework, the fibers of his backpack, leaves, pretty much anything he could find. Each day he would get a different lighter, and nobody knows where he would obtain them from.
His parents were notified, but simply took it as a stage, being their passive selves.
On cold nights, the redheaded boy would sit in front of the fireplace, simply staring into the flames. He would subconsciously command them to turn one way, and then they would; to flip and dance this way, and they would; to suddenly die, and they would.
It was a cold day at school, a very cold day; Paine's teeth were chattering and he was buttoned up in one of his coats, sitting on a bottom step of a flight of stairs near the recess area. He picked up leaves and crumpled them; he had forgotten his lighter today so there wasn't exactly anything to entertain himself with. He growled at it and threw the little leaf pieces to the ground, watching them flutter in the air and the wind pick up, blowing them away. He picked up another leaf, closing his eyes. He imagined the warmth, the beautiful flames that somehow captivated him. He heard a small noise, a noise that he had heard many times. A small poof of ignition.
His emerald eyes snapped open and threw the leaf to the ground in an instant, his legs straightening and his form standing up tall. He almost tripped backwards over the stairs as he saw what had happened; the leaf had caught ablaze, turning to ash on the ground directly before him. The flame soon burned out and all that was left were tiny embers that he couldn't explain. Paine gulped once, turning, and walked away like nothing had happened to him.
His method of pushing things off of his shoulder was beginning to fail.
As he gained about two years, now being around sixteen, the boy would sit in his room, conjure up fire from his fingertips in the darkness, and stare at it. It was dangerous, considering that he could not control it well, but it was what he loved to do. He never went outside other than school, just sat in his room and stared into the flames. It was like the spoke to him, showed him things. He would try to make them bigger, make the picture bigger, make the dancing whispers louder, but all it would do was make it more threatening. He was always surrounded by candles, and when he went to school, he would grip onto his desk and make charred hand prints to scare his classmates. It gave him satisfaction, knowing that he had these flames on his side.
But the older he got the more reason he started to obtain. Was he truthfully the only one like this? Or were there more that had this ability, or possibly this wasn't the only one? His brain was constantly working, pondering over things that needn't be pondered over, but his mind was slaving overtime anyway. There was no consoling his endless thoughts, for they continued to torture him as he would watch his beautiful flames.
Another year went by, and he was suddenly not in school anymore. He didn't feel it suited him. His parents were mad at him, but he never said a single word to them, he simply stopped going to school, stopped leaving his room and always leaving the door locked at all times. It was rare that he would come out to eat dinner, and when he did that, he wouldn't say a word and looked absolutely troubled. His parents thought that maybe it was a psychological problem, depression or anxiety, something of the matter. And it very well could have possibly been. For the thoughts never stopped.
He was sent forcefully to a therapist. Whenever he was asked something, he would respond with a single answer.
"The flames told me to."
Of course he actually wasn't that crazy, but he liked to make others believe he was. It was just a part of his little game. The therapist would normally reply with:
"What flames?"
It got to the point where Paine stood up, held his hand up in front of the therapist, and allowed the fire to ignite from his fingertips, burning like candles.
"These flames."
And he walked out.
Paine was never seen again by his therapist or his parents, he simply walked past them as they were sitting in the waiting room. Sure, he loves his parents and he still does, and he plans to go see them somebody, but at the moment, he prefers to stay on his own. He has an apartment in the city; it's not the nicest thing in the world, but it's substantial.
He leaves most every day to go out and about and observe. He likes to watch people with a close eye, hoping to find somebody that is like himself. He wants to know more.
There has to be more.
✖ Example
His emerald eyes stared directly into the sun, a fact that most people knew not to do, but here this strange one was, just enjoying the fact that he could stare at it. It hurt his eyes, sure, but he didn't care much. It was like he could see the fire just burning in that gorgeous sphere, but of course he couldn't. He just liked to believe that he could. The mutant was surrounded by strangers, unfamiliar faces that made his heart long for somebody he could call friend. He was usually so happy with being alone, but there was just something nagging at the back of his mind lately: there had to be more people out there like this. Maybe not with his ability, but something along the likes of it; things that weren't supposed to happen.
Inhuman things that made the male question everything that he thought was reality. The things he didn't like or accept were pushed out of his reality, but how could he push this away? He had tried many times and it had driven him almost to the point of insanity, so he gave that up and decided that he would try to learn as much about it as he could. There was no living with something unless he knew everything there was to know about it. He was obsessed that way, almost to the OCD level, if not there already.
He put his hands in his pockets, walking forward and watching his feet hit the sidewalk in front of him, his shoes making a small noise each time they made contact with the ground. People passed by him, trying to get to where they needed to be; Paine knew that they had normal lives to tend to, normal lives with normal families, normal activities; he envied them. He envied them for not having to be burdened with needing to know a certain knowledge that he didn't even know existed.
But when the occasional smile would come his way from a stranger, he would perk up and smile right back, forgetting about everything for just a moment. He missed being smiled at, just the normal common courtesy that nobody followed anymore. After the quick interaction was over, he would go back to his gloomy state of trying to figure things out.
The smile was a break. A small one, but it was what kept him sane, most of the time.
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This character is played by Barbie.
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Argent, if you want to wait on approving this until you get more humans, I understand, just if you don't want him on the site now, tell me so I can save the bio in wordpad :3 I'll repost it whenever mutants are available again.
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