MUTANT; Fabian Paradis

[✖ RAE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 500px] [atrb=style,border-top: 10px solid #4477aa;background-color: #222222;] Fabian Paradis Nineteen ✖ Male✖ Bisexual✖ Mutant ✖Power/Ability Reality Warp This allows Fabian to, though within reason, create, change, or destroy things by means of altering reality, simply by stating it to be true, although the facts that he is able to alter are limited to what is already considered "real", and stronger people with this ability can also create changes from nothing. All of existence bends to the imagination of a reality warper. More advanced users can rewrite the laws of physics and then change them back in an instant, for example, however Fabian is by no means close to doing so. The most he can do is alter minor differences to his surroundings as well as himself, and on occassion others. CURRENT CAPABILITIES: Rewriting: creating/modifying/deleting minor parts of reality, consciously and rationally, through means of stating the alteration to be true, for example if he were to say that 2+2= fish, it would become reality. Basically, he is able to instantly alter reality by lying. Hence the fact that Fabian is a notorious liar. LIMITATIONS: -His alterations to reality must at least be somewhat believable, for example he can't say that an alien spaceship blasted his homework to smithereens, whereas he could claim that his dog ate it, assuming that it is known that he does have a dog. -He cannot alter reality on an exceedingly large scale at once; he must make a series of smaller, believable claims in order to build up to the one that is larger on a greater scale, which depending on the severity that the impact of the greater alteration would have, the build-up process could take any amount of time from a few days to a few months. - He must physically speak of the desired alteration in order for it to have any effect, and so it could be said that he is able to alter reality by lying. which upon being said will become truth. -He is unable to convince fully of his alterations those with a considerably larger intelligence to his own, if, and only if, they are to challenge his claims with solid fact. If they were to do this, they would not experience the alteration to reality that they have challenged, that Fabian has been unsuccessful of convincing them of. - When he's tired, if he happens to think about something abstract when using his ability, the thought will weave itself into it, and cause somewhat bizarre outcomes. ✖ Personality As his appearance may give off Fabian is indeed one of those lovable oafs you can't help but remotely like... at least at a first glance. The moment you start a conversation, it will all go downhill, depending on your tolerance levels anyway. He is just chatty and loud, going on and on even if you're not listening. He is the type to give a quiet person a very bad migraine, and would most likely be an ear-worm to even the most social of people. He is seemingly tactless, though usually he doesn't even know he's being rude. This is a result of him never reading the atmosphere, nor will he even try to read it. On top of his tactlessness he has a habit of minding other people's business, and this tends to make him seem pretty damn nosy. He will make the excuse that as the "hero" he needs to know what is going on, even if it has nothing to do with him.. Yes, he believes himself to be the big-shot "hero" that everyone should look up to. Due to this he often acts in a very conceited manner: his opinions are the best opinions and no one's allowed to disagree, he's the hero and everything he does is great regardless of what you think. He appears ignorant of world geography as a result of his ego, as well as a lack of caring on noticing other landmasses. He knows they are there, he just never bothers with acknowledging the fact they are existent as it's not directly pertaining to him. He is very accepting of different people and cultures. However, he is quick to judge and often assumes things without proper backing. The one thing most people seem to miss is that he actually does mean well. He honestly tries to make things better, even though sometimes things just get worse. This is rarely the intention, and when he wants to help, he really does want to help. His overall optimistic nature is accompanied with a love of adventure, and the overall drive to just keep going. Often times his international faults come from him pressing his views and ways of doing things on others, much to their annoyances. He believes himself to be a role-model for everyone, even to those who know better than he does. This among other things has caused him to become a relatively friendless individual despite his bubbly nature. Yes, he has a global hold on the world as being the last major superpower, but it's lonely standing on the top. It is not something he lets get at him, because he has faith that in the end everyone will just accept him warmly anyway. The world to him is something that needs to keep up as he keeps moving onwards, not waiting for a single soul to catch up. He doesn't see the ride as a conflict, but rather as a competition. In modern times, one might think he has been slowing down or losing his touch. He'll admit there is a bump in the road, but thus far this has not stopped him, more than anything it's causing him to push himself further. For the entirety of his life, he has been quick to adapt, quick to fall, but just as quick to get up and keep going. To him no obstacle is too big or difficult to overcome. It's simply just another challenge to test him, which never bothered him (more than anything he relishes it). He's an overachiever to say the least, or at least this is his opinion. There are times though where he can appear to be incredibly lazy, and at the end of the day he really just does whatever the hell he wants. He's steadfast in his beliefs, and will become very unwavering to anything that conflicts with his ideals about the world. As an upholder of "liberty and justice for all", he is quick to try to cut down those who obstruct this. Indeed, an enemy of liberty is an enemy of his, no doubt about it. Despite everything he's really not the sort of guy you want against you, rather, he's better to have on your side if you hope to crawl out of the situation intact. Due to the way he is wired, he will absolutely refuse to back down and will stay until the very, very end, even if he is on the losing team. He will make sure he has, or at least feels, that he has tried to have accomplished his goals. An innocent face he may be, but not one that should be taken so lightly. In fact, when angered he becomes even more unrelenting. As much as he may deny it (due to the somewhat unheroic nature of it), he is very capable of using anger solely as a fuel for his actions and fights and is very capable of feeling the utmost need for revenge. He is familiar of feeling a great animosity towards those he dislikes, and for the most part he's not afraid to show it. While his more vicious side is usually hidden pretty damn well it's still there, and he can be quite nasty when he decides to show it. He retains much of his childlike behavior, and often what he has to say is rather immature. There are however times when he appears to behave in a fashion more appropriate for certain situations. As uncommon as they seem to be, he has been able to handle situations more accordingly and in a more practical level. Passionate would be another good word to fit the bumbling youth, especially with his beliefs, and motives. ✖ History He was the fifth. Samuel and Abigail Paradis already had four kids by the time he rolled out. They had the money, though; they just didn’t have the time. Samuel was an aviation engineer and Abigail was an ER nurse. Financially, they could deal, just about, but the kids did more raising of each other than anything else. When his parents did try and intervene in his life, he fought back against them. Most of the toys he got as a kid were broken, just the remnants left over from his siblings, toys not exactly being the top priority. So he started fixing them, to make them work again. His oldest sister (8 years his senior), showed him how to at first, giving him the right tools and some guidance. She had had some experience doing it before, but after a year of teaching Fabian, he was their go to guy for fixing anything, when his sister wasn't around. School didn’t come as easy as fixing things did, however. Fabian was used to not listening to anyone, and having all these rules irked the hell out of him. He would spend all of class dreaming up new ideas, new ways to fix something, a different life, even making new toys out of old parts. Phone calls home seemed never ending, and the few times that he did end up seeing his parents, ended up turning into screaming matches. But he just kept on fixing things, and making new ones. As he grew older, they started getting more weapon-like, as his interest in knives started and grew (with the help of his brother, who started using them as something to play with and when they found out it pissed there parents off, it just got more fun), and he incorporated that into his dreaming and fixing up old toys and instruments and whatever he could find, having little or no interest in following in his father's footsteps, or anybody's at that, thoroughly believing in individuality to the extent of going out of his way to be highly unlike anybody he knew. Due to his overly lazy tendencies, he was always the overly irritating brat of the family, as well as the youngest, and as a result was never taken too seriously by his siblings. He has spent the majority of his uneventful life doing the bare minimum in terms of work both in and outside of school, he has little or no interest in doing very much other than fixing whatever is required of him and generally getting in the way of those who actually have worthwhile things to do. As a result of his generally, apparently boring, lifestyle he has on several occasions considered simply running away in search of something that he would consider exciting, although whenever he comes to the point of seriously considering it he has found that he wouldn't know just what to do with himself, or how to survive alone, and as a result has often brushed the thought aside, considering it to be an unrealistic, stupid even, fantasy. Fabian didn't discover his supernatural ability, as such, as from an excueedingly young age he noticed that his method of getting his way or coming out of what he would call tight situations unaffected, or so to speak, was to lie his way out of it, and when necessary coming up with a long-winded excuse as to why he didn't do his homework, or why all of the cookies in the cupboard had miraculously disappeared, which he had always found would hardly ever fail to convince his superiors, much to his initial surprise. When he was old enough to acknowledge the fact, during his primary school years, he even found that the idiotic claims that he made in his rambling excuses would sometimes become reality, although he would later realise that his more increadulous claims would simply earn him an exasperated sigh from the interrogator and more often than not a more severe punishment than he would originally have recieved, much to his dismay, and as a result would always joke with family that he had some form of "power" over others, however has never thought too seriously about it, and as a result is blissfully unaware of the fact that he is indeed a mutant. Being the youngest of five siblings, he was the last to leave home after his final year at school, although due to a stubborn desire to not have to fend for himself, Fabian has, resentfully, been packed off to a new city in order to find work and a place to call his own, and as a result of initially resisting the pressures from his family to go, he left them on less than good terms. ✖ Example He was a general. Gilbert had sat awake for most of the night poring over maps and strageties of how to confront Ludwig. Using his battered up, alcohol stained chair as his fortress, he swivelled back and fourth in it, scribbling fragments of potential dialogue on an old beer mat and draining several more bottles of beer while fiddling with a pack of cards for divination. If he won this game, he would probably be arrested, although this didn't process in his current state, instead focusing on Ludwig and Bri's horrified faces when they woke up to find the entire nation adorned with Prussian eagles. And if he lost, he would say nothing and wait to see what happened, although he hadn't taken much thought to this option, instead focusing on the "awesome" alternative. As the night grew longer, the albino wrote up more complicated "rules" for himself in an unreadable scrawl, crimson eyes wide with anticipation. If he won but took him longer than two hours, he would drape a countless number of flags around Bri's house as well. If he won and put down the king of hearts first, he would also bore Ludwig to death with a long, rambling speech on "The Mighty Prussia's General Awesomeness," though what he meant by that Gilbert had no idea. With this in mind, he tried out sentences in his head, In between solitaire games and drinking heavily, of course. Somewhere, there were words that would convey his thoughts on the German flag and whatever else he had to moan about while in his current drunken state. After what seemed to him as a few hours, Gilbert's mind began to wander, quickly losing the will to continue plotting, after all, he knew what he wanted to do, and he didn't need a stained beermat to remind him. Now was the time to put his plans to action before the population of Berlin woke to find...absolutely nothing out of the ordinary. It was Christmas! They would surely be expecting some form of surprise anyway, what with Finland's obsession with launching presents at unsuspecting children from the safety of a flying sleigh. In comparison, his plans for Christmas morning were far less extreme than the Nordic's, so what did it matter if he decorated the streets of the capital a little? Berlin wouldn't exist without him, after all, and it was high time the people as well as Bri showed some respect to their God, in his opinion. He was only doing his duty. --------------------------------------- It started as a light throbbing in the darkness. Then, it steadily grew and broke Gilbert from the haze he had been in as he rose from his position on what he assumed to be the floor. It was clear that he was no longer on the side of the road as the sounds of congested traffic no longer reached his ears, though where he was was question entirely. He tried to move his hand to the pain in his side, but was unable to do so. It registered in his mind that something was fastened around his wrist after managing to acknowledge that his hand was unnaturally heavy, although his every limb felt like lead as it was, and that a rounded silver object was dangling from it. Slowly, he to blinked his unfocused, crimson eyes to clear the cloud that was blurring everything into one, and as she did so attempted to piece together what had happened over the past few hours. It didn't seem as though his situation was great, whatever it was. After a few blinks, he managed to clear his eyes to the extent that he could see the iron bars that stood mere inches away from where he now sat on the hard, concrete floor, and the faint outline of a uniformed man in the distance, although he seemed to e so far away... Scheiße. What the...oh crap. His head pounded, was he hallucinating? Groaning, Gilbert raised his hand to rub his surprisingly weary eyes, though froze half way as the soft clinking of metal reached his ears after a few delayed moments, as he attempted to process the handcuff that was clasped around his wrist, biting into his skin uncomfortably, though why the cops had only freed one hand he had no idea. Obviously, they weren't the brightest of people on the force, and with any luck they hadn't met him before, as he had been far from cooperative the past few times he had had a run-in with the law. His thoughts were immediately scattered around his already groggy head at the sound of a man's voice, although he seemed to be too far away for Gilbert to comprehend absolutely everything that was beng said, although he did pick out the odd word, such as 'breaking and entering,' 'vandalism,' and 'speeding,' which didn't sound too good even to him. The didn't sound the best; as though he was recovering from a hangover, though considering Ludwig's attitude a cop would most likely rather die than act quite so stupidly, which brought his usual smirk to his aching features, despite his current situation. Having been through the procedure countless times, it was starting to become almost natural to him. This character is played by [Rae].

[✖ ARGENT]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 300px] [atrb=style,border-top: 10px solid #4477aa;background-color: #222222;] ACCEPTED! Okay, this character is awesome XD I really like his ability. I've never heard anything like that before. Very original! :] I like it. He seems like he'll be fun to roleplay with. Please post in the claims and you will be ready to go! ^^