Post by Teh Donut on Feb 24, 2007 7:26:34 GMT -5
Name: Tristan Rodson
Gender: Male
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Age: 18
Power Level: Medium, High-tier (6)
Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 157
Race: Human
Appearance: Straight jet black hair that's just long and even enough to hide his olive eyes, a plain black cap worn backwards, dirty and worn 'white' sneakers, dark blue jeans worn thin at the knees, and a gray shirt with a large yellow smileyface. Fingerless black gloves, a skateboard, and thin frameless glasses complete the ensamble.
Personality: Masterfully unpredictable to the point where even his own thoughts have no order, though he seems to be able to make sense of them just fine. He does what he wants when he wants, but not to the point of impulse; he is quite apt at recognizing when the situation is not favorable. He's not evil, he just finds disorder...comforting.
Weapon: None; A street-style of martial arts that focuses more upon strikes to vulnerable points with the arms and hands.
Powers: Gravity based; Able to create, manipulate, and nullify small fields of gravity, manipulate gravity's effect on objects, etc. Oddly enough, they don't affect him, though anything else with mass or matter is.
Bio: Tristan grew up like any other middle-class child...until he hit puberty-ish. Suddenly, something wierd was awoken inside him. Furniture around the house inexplicably either flattened into pancakes or sat upon the ceiling, patches of foilage spread flat, patches of shade without a source...it was all so strange to most.
His hopelessly religious parents saw his powers as satanic and kicked him out of the house as soon as he graduated high school at 17. He's since done fine on his own, adding great amounts of frustration to the lives of law enforcement officers.
Gender: Male
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Age: 18
Power Level: Medium, High-tier (6)
Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 157
Race: Human
Appearance: Straight jet black hair that's just long and even enough to hide his olive eyes, a plain black cap worn backwards, dirty and worn 'white' sneakers, dark blue jeans worn thin at the knees, and a gray shirt with a large yellow smileyface. Fingerless black gloves, a skateboard, and thin frameless glasses complete the ensamble.
Personality: Masterfully unpredictable to the point where even his own thoughts have no order, though he seems to be able to make sense of them just fine. He does what he wants when he wants, but not to the point of impulse; he is quite apt at recognizing when the situation is not favorable. He's not evil, he just finds disorder...comforting.
Weapon: None; A street-style of martial arts that focuses more upon strikes to vulnerable points with the arms and hands.
Powers: Gravity based; Able to create, manipulate, and nullify small fields of gravity, manipulate gravity's effect on objects, etc. Oddly enough, they don't affect him, though anything else with mass or matter is.
Bio: Tristan grew up like any other middle-class child...until he hit puberty-ish. Suddenly, something wierd was awoken inside him. Furniture around the house inexplicably either flattened into pancakes or sat upon the ceiling, patches of foilage spread flat, patches of shade without a source...it was all so strange to most.
His hopelessly religious parents saw his powers as satanic and kicked him out of the house as soon as he graduated high school at 17. He's since done fine on his own, adding great amounts of frustration to the lives of law enforcement officers.