MUTANT: Blaine Gesse

[Blaine Gesse]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 500px] [atrb=style,border-top: 10px solid #4477aa;background-color: #222222;] BLAINE GESSE. 19 ✖ MALE ✖ HETEROSEXUAL ✖ MUTANT ✖Power/Ability Shapeshifter. Funny how that works with the name right? 'cause Gesse is pronounced like guess? Okay well anyway, he can shift into any human, animal, plant, fungus, or inanimate object. Cool right? When he shifts into that object, he gets all of its inherent properties, i.e. he shifts to a cheetah and gets its speed, shifts into Ahnold and gets his strength... BUT his ability is somewhat limited; his shift, living or non-living, must actually exist--and he must first see it (whether on TV or in person) and know its properties. ✖ Personality Well, he's surprisingly well-adjusted. He had a rational dad who let him know from the start that he was special and no one else could know--though that specialness didn't mean he was better than anyone else. And he didn't have to hide from friends, he just had to use control around 'em. And that meant honing his powers as soon as they showed up. So he's plenty disciplined, and wicked smart. While he isn't the most muscular guy around, he keeps fit. He needed to attract people of the opposite gender anyway... so he formed a band, in which he sang and played lead guitar. They'd do anything, but he mostly liked Hendrix. So to summarize, he's fit, attractive well-adjusted, smart, disciplined, and in a band. Now to the bad. He's a little bit cooked in the head. Maybe he'd been out in the sun too long, or maybe it had been some cruel genetic cocktail that lent his mind to insanity. But he hides it well, just like his powers. In fact, it is indirectly related to his powers; his ability to change what he looked like at a moment's notice has given him dissociative identity disorder... meaning sometimes he doesn't think he's himself. That and the nature of his transformations... well, his entire nervous system exploding and reforming didn't really feel nice. Besides that, he's got these... voices that seem to have council in his head. He's named them. There's Justice, Greed, Chaos, and Order. Justice helps sometimes, but other times it gets a little overzealous. Greed's obvious; it wants shit. But then again... wanting shit is the basis of all the seven sins. He's a dangerous one. Between Chaos and Order, Order is the stronger; when he is in default form, it completely drowns out its opposite. But the longer he stays transformed, the stronger Chaos' voice gets. Something to do with entropy I suppose. ✖ History Hailing from a mixed Scotch-Irish and German background, Blaine moved in the local area when he was just a child. His father didn't keep anything a secret from him; he told him straight up. Blain'es father's father's father's... father... or something like that, had been involved in the outbreak of some sort of virus in this town. Strangely, the old git had survived, and because of some sort of bad mojo, he'd been subjected to some pretty nasty tests. Now, the old man Vilhelm didn't like that one bit, so he went back to Germany, where he'd immigrated from only a few years before. What shitty luck, huh? So, he had his son there, and they lived through the big wars together. The old man got himself shot by a Nazi rifle in the dark winter of '39, and his son, Geralt, watched him die. Geralt kept in hiding until the Americans came, and during that time he found a nice lady and they settled down after it was over in a nice little village in the mountains, a village practically untouched by the regime. It was a pleasant place where they could find some shred of peace. And he had a son not too long after the Japs surrendered, which funny enough led right into the Cold War. He named his son Burke. Anyway--this son moved to Berlin, which I'm sure you know was a troubled place. But hell if it wasn't modern, and that's what Burke--Blaine's grandpa--wanted. Modern. So he lived there and worked there, he sweated on the streets, he bled into the cobblestones and he pissed in the gutter. The war protesters started in America, and they sure as hell didn't stop there; and sometime later he met a nice hippy chick from Britain who smelled bad but gave him lots of drugs and let him fuck her. And so he found himself with a son. She sobered up during the pregnancy, good thing too, and so was born Blaine's dad, Adel. Geralt was dead by now; died of a heart attack when he heard about some violence in Berlin, assuming his son had been harmed. So it goes. Blaine's grandmother taught Adel to speak some English, and the rest he learned in school, what with all the reforms that came after the wall was torn down. He learned a lot about the war, and he learned about his great grandfather, a mysterious figure if only for one strange, seemingly unique feature; his reverse immigration. So he asked his dad, Burke. Who had, incidentally, asked his dad (Geralt) back in the village. That dad, coincidentally, had asked Vilhelm the same question while bunked up in the attic of a house that was later lit aflame. So the answer was pretty simple; he'd been immune to the virus and the people there wanted to know how, exactly. But he'd managed to escape, only to die when completely necessary, after he'd already passed on his DNA. So where did that leave Adel? He went back to the town and researched it, looked at records, and found absolutely no details on this supposed virus outbreak. Disappointed, he skipped ship and moved back to Berlin. In 1991, it happened. Once. He'd already met his wife, Karyn, a sexy Scottish girl who he'd been dating since university. He looked in the mirror one morning in the throes of post-coital preoccupation, and saw not his own face, but his father's. A blink and it was gone, back to normal again. But he'd heard enough about his ancestors that he knew it wasn't a simple case of insanity; they'd all been able to get access to things they shouldn't've, survive things that would be impossible for normal people... He needed to ask Dad again. And so, before the Alzheimer's ate his memory, Burke revealed the Gesse family secret to his son. They'd somehow gained the ability to alter their appearance, though their abilities were very limited. In Adel's case, they hardly existed at all. And a year later, he and Karyn left the hospital with a bouncing baby boy, named Blaine. Adel told his son as soon as he could understand, even though no powers had shown up yet. He told him he had a very special gift that no one else had, and he couldn't tell them about the gift or he might get hurt. And then he went back to the town where it all started, in hopes that Blaine might find others like him. As Blaine grew older, his powers surfaced. His father told him more about the incident and consequences, and set out specific rules as they both came to understand the power. He couldn't shapeshift anywhere except for the basement, and only in complete solitude. And he couldn't tell anyone, even if he met others with powers. He had to act like he didn't have any. Because what's the point of being a shapeshifter if everyone knows you are one? So Blaine had friends. In fact he had a totally completely... eerily normal life. He joined a band, sang and played guitar, had sex a few times, smoked pot... you know, normal high school stuff. But he looked up the properties and perks of every damn thing he could. He was intelligent... scarily so. And he kept hidden in his mind plans to use his powers... would it be for good, or just for personal gain? He would hide his powers, yes... but he'd hone them until the time they were needed. ✖ Example From Cruinthe, the thread "Twouble." My character's a Darkling that identifies as female--oh it's too complicated. Things weren't looking up. Yeah, now she could definitely tell. She seemed as if she was debating with herself what to do with the darkling. But she hadn't killed it yet... maybe because she simply didn't know how it got here in the first place. Kuar smiled at the woman. "I... will not hurt you." Of course she didn't realize that her smile looked like her baring her fangs; she didn't know it looked kinda creepy; but how would she? She'd never smiled before. It was just a reaction she had observed but knew she couldn't do. But it was friendly, right? She looked around the room. She slinked up against a wall, leaning on it with her hands in her pockets. It was a little cold in here, as the sun didn't shine through very far. It must've been on the other side of the tower... East or... West, whatever it was. "Who? I am Kuar. What? I think you have guessed," she shrugged, trying to pass off her extremely great fear that this woman would kill her, "So. Who are you?" Yeah, change the subject very quickly. Try to show some interest in the woman, huh? If she started telling the Darkling about herself, how likely would she really be to attack? Not very, if anything was on Kuar's side today. She stretched her back a little bit. It was already better. Her jaw was clenched, trying not to show any emotion. Darklings weren't supposed to have any. So... Don't show it, Kuar. This character is played by [Guess].

[✖ ARGENT]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 300px] [atrb=style,border-top: 10px solid #4477aa;background-color: #222222;] ACCEPTED! I really like him so far. I love the disorder you gave him because of his abilities. Very nice touch. He seems like a very nice character and I can't wait to see where he goes. Please make all your claims and you'll be ready to start! ^^