MUTANT; severin, erik

[Erik Severin]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 500px] [atrb=style,border-top: 10px solid #4477aa;background-color: #222222;][STYLE=font-size: 30px;font-family: times new roman; color: #eaeaea;text-align: center;letter-spacing: -3px;]ERIK SEVERIN. [/style] [STYLE=font-size: 14px;font-family: times new roman; color: #eaeaea;text-align: center;letter-spacing: -1px;]TWENTY ✖ MALE ✖ HETEROSEXUAL ✖ MUTANT[/style] [STYLE=margin: 20px 30px 30px 30px; text-align: justify; color: #c4c4c4;font-size: 10px;]✖Power/Ability Intangibility. The ability to phase his body (or parts of his body) through solid matter without harm. ✖ Personality Erik normally displays a calm, lazy, and somewhat playful visage. His lazy persona effects almost all outlets of his life, if you see the man walking? He's usually slumped over looking bored. Despite that, he loves to enhance things with sarcasm, and seemingly always has a humorous quip to throw in the direction of any individual he meets. Some would consider him a bit of a goof, as he is almost always all smiles. Far too cheerful for a man in this day and age. Though sometimes this is all just to make his own annoyance at the fact his powers destroyed his life, and made him into some sort of freak. He's also very nonchalant about using his powers, after all, they took his old life. So he was going to use them to take back everything he lost, and more. And the prospect of what he could gain with the powers he has? It was enough to make his mouth water at the possibilities. ✖ History As a child, Erik had sort of felt invisible. He wasn't the most popular kid of the bunch. He wasn't the favorite child of his family. But he survived as any kid would, and it wasn't all too bad. Though, he always felt there was something abnormal about himself. He struck it off as just a kid wishing they were different. Nothing much changed through his younger years. Then, around fifteen years of age, something odd happened. Erik finally picked up the nerve to ask out a girl he had admired for a number of years. And while he had a strange feeling all day, but he couldn't put his finger on it and went on about his day. The date had went fine, exceptional in fact. And then when they got back to the girls home, he was invited in of all things. And as a young kid just getting his first taste of life, he went on in. Nothing out of the ordinary. They went up stairs to the girls room, then started kissing, all of that. And then? Suddenly his hand went through the girls chest! It had phased right through, and maybe it was a lack of control. Maybe it was a higher power being funny. But his hand had somehow became solid in the girls chest. And what else was he to do but panic? He tried to pull free, to no avail. The girl had panicked as well, until he heard a squish and some awkward sounds from her chest cavity. Finally he managed to pull his hand through, phasing it somehow.. But the girl he had been so crazy about all those years? Gone. Erik panicked.. He was grief stricken, but worse managed to get even more so. The girls parents showed up downstairs, looking for their daughter. Erik laid the girl down in the bed and covered her up, then quickly left through the window. He rushed home to his family and explained to them what had happened. Everything would be okay, he thought to himself.. But he was wrong. They had believed he had went crazy? Perhaps he'd snapped? They weren't sure. But the authorities showed up at his door, cuffed him and were transporting him to jail. He really had no clue what was even happening. But when he was put in the jail cell, he thought maybe he should just stay there. He knew what he'd done, and while it was an accident.. There was just no justification for such things in his own mind. But in the middle of the night after getting himself a fancy new cell, he heard noises outside. He walked over to the barred window, put his hands against it.. And fell straight through? He landed on the ground outside, where he pulled himself up and looked around in confusion. It was at that point he decided to run, otherwise, he'd look pretty bad for escaping a locked tight cell like that. But that was how his journey began.. A few years passed by, and Erik had traveled to a different city. Making himself a living and strengthening his abilities by stealing whatever he could get his hands on. If it helped him survive, or if it didn't. He had come to find his own intangibility was quite the useful skill. It wasn't the perfect life, but at this point? It was sort of all he had left. ✖ Example Grayson hadn't been on Earth long, but, he wasn't a fan already. He had gotten in the night before via his MONO racer, the Silverwing as he had dubbed it. He left it shrouded in the desert, covering over it as best he could to avoid anyone taking notice. The sun was beaming down bright today, and he decided to leave his jacket and attempt to trek his way to the nearest town. Eventually he came to a rather small town, it wasn't much of one really. He noticed a few buildings standing, not enough to really matter. To anyone else, this place would be kind of sad. But not to him, he didn't have time to worry about the misfortune of others. There wasn't even a lot of people on the streets, then again, why would there of been? Grayson simply walked along what little was left of a sidewalk, that had long since fallen into disrepair. He approached a building that seemed to have a bit more people gravitating towards it than the others. The little shack had a redhead sitting at it, observing a menu, he saw. As he closed in, he came to the realization that it was some sort of restaurant. Which, for all intents and purposes, it couldn't of been a better place for him to come across. He was somewhat famished. He often neglected eating to whittle away at his various gigs. Sometimes the man was almost robotic in that sense, that he focused himself solely on whatever task was at hand. Finally, he approached the shack and ducked into it. He slowly strolled in, taking a seat on a stool near the counter. He saw a blackboard with the menu scrawled out and he observed it curiously.. He couldn't help but scowl, as none of the items on the menu sounded that good to him. The man had grown up on fine cuisine, and as much as he had changed since that day, he still had a rather sophisticated palette. "Any idea what's good here, red?" The masked man asked in a rather un-energetic and bored sounding tone, as he awaited the shop owner to return to take orders. [/style][STYLE=font-size: 15px;color: #eaeaea;text-align: center;letter-spacing: -1px;]This character is played by [Severin].[/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 300px] [atrb=style,border-top: 10px solid #4477aa;background-color: #222222;] ACCEPTED! Very awesome character! I can't wait to plot with him :] Please post in the claims and you'll be all set, man!