Post by bissio on Jan 14, 2009 18:10:40 GMT -8
Name: Sean Jackson
nickname:
He joking tries to make people call him The Chud
age: 18
power(3 max):
Has the ability to conjure and manipulate ice and cold as well as the power to listen and the potential to command the dead.
history/family:
Was it a mistake or fate? A question many can ask about how his or her life has come to this very spot in time and circumstance. Though it was Sean's favorite question, or most hated was it? Sean, for his particular situation, blames fate, his parents, his parents employers but all the blame in the world couldn't change who he was...what he was.
Sean was 17 at the time and never really asked why or even cared why his parents were bringing him along to the cold desolate place they called Greenland. All he knew was it was a business trip his cheap father tried to pull off as a family vacation. Sean sat impatiently on the airplane as it approached the shore. The Pilot said something over the crackly intercom, though Sean couldn't fully understand. He was too distracted, his attentive gaze locked on his new hand-me-down shoes his parents passed off as a birthday present, though he was never one to complain. Sean turned his attention to the window next to him, maybe there would be more than ocean now, though he traded one state of water for another. Ice as far as the eye could see. He let out a disappointed sigh and rested his chin on the window. "Sean..." a voice whispered. Sean's ears perked and his head jerked to his father who was sleeping in the seat next to him. He decided his dad was most likely talking in his sleep so he continued to stare outside. "Sean...embrace us," the voice whispered again, growing louder. His head jerked again and hit his dad gently "Dad you're talking in your sleep again. It's kind of freaking me out." His dad mumbled something and turned away from Sean. The voice came back as a scream now "Sean, embrace us!" his heart skipped, he looked around the cabin to see nothing unusual until the lights started flickering. The airplane began to shake violently and the nose began to fall. The oxygen masks began to fall and Sean clambered to put it over his head as the stewardess had instructed, though he didn't pay attention. He looked at his father who was clinging onto Sean's mother and then....darkness.
Sean felt the cold wind cut at his face. He opened his eyes slowly though it didn't help he was staring at the sun. He moved his arm to shield his eyes from the blinding light. He gathered the strength to sit up and looked around. Excluding the wreckage there was nothing but flat, unending white. He looked at his body to check for injuries, there was nothing. He was astonished, he survived a plane crash without any scratches. He brushed the ice of himself and began to stumble around the wreckage. His parents were no where to be found, in fact there was no proof that there was anyone on the plane at the time, he saw no bodies and no signs of life or death, just twisted metal and debris.
It was twenty below but Sean didn't feel cold. He contemplated if he was dead or not and this was purgatory or some sort of hell though he had a pulse. He brushed more ice off his skin which had seemed to be collecting though it was not snowing. He wiped his hands on his pants to clean them off. He clinched his hands into a fist and felt something solid restricting movement. He looked at his hand and saw a thin layer of ice covering his palm. He hit his hand on the side of his leg to shake it off and saw some ice shards fly off and looked at his hand again. The bare spots on his palms began to regrow ice. He took it as nothing and found a place to lie down.
The sun retreated behind the horizon and Sean decided it was finally time for sleep. He had been sleeping for a few hours, the moon was high in the sky and waning. Sean was jumped out of his slumber. He heard the voices again, now numerous and aggressive. He covered his ears and clinched his eyes shut in a futile attempt to drown the screams out. Though it was to no avail, until finally the voices stopped in unison. He slowly pulled his hands away from his eyes and slowly opened his eyes. His heart was racing, he shook it off as a bad nightmare and curled back into a ball trying to get more sleep. He heard a cracking sound, like ice being pushed apart. He sat up and frantically looked around. Nothing again, just sounds in the night, nothing to be afraid of. He laid down and closed his eyes again. "Embrace us..." a familiar voice once again whispered. His eyes flew open to see a decomposed body standing over him reaching for him, and then....darkness.
He awoke days later in a hospital miles away. He was told he was found on their door step, as if someone had dragged him across the tundra. He was also informed that they couldn't get the patches of ice to stop reforming on his skin and released him back to the United States with a clean bill of health. Of course, ignoring the ice and what they had diagnosed mild schizophrenia.
appearance:
Medium length brown hair, green eyes. Normally wears lose jeans and any kind of shirt he can get his hands on.
personality:
Though after his accident he attempts to act normal. Though the "schizophrenia" never went away nor did the medication help. He always does his best to avoid graveyards or war memorials at all time. Needless to say Europe isn't a great place for him.
in character sample:
Sean sat patiently on the bus trying to make his way to the record store. He always hated this route because it passed near St. Mary's Chapel which housed a large Cemetery. The voices were faint as the bus came closer to the Chapel stop. He'd learned to disregard the voices and the moans the seemed to call his name. The bus stopped and the driver shouted "St. Mary's Chapel!" Sean ducked his head down and put his iPod headphones in his ears and turned the music all the way up, dampening the now screaming voices. The bus jerked and started back on its route. Sean yanked the headphones from his ears and stared out his window. It was only a matter of time before his stop came.
code words: Do you know the muffin man?
nickname:
He joking tries to make people call him The Chud
age: 18
power(3 max):
Has the ability to conjure and manipulate ice and cold as well as the power to listen and the potential to command the dead.
history/family:
Was it a mistake or fate? A question many can ask about how his or her life has come to this very spot in time and circumstance. Though it was Sean's favorite question, or most hated was it? Sean, for his particular situation, blames fate, his parents, his parents employers but all the blame in the world couldn't change who he was...what he was.
Sean was 17 at the time and never really asked why or even cared why his parents were bringing him along to the cold desolate place they called Greenland. All he knew was it was a business trip his cheap father tried to pull off as a family vacation. Sean sat impatiently on the airplane as it approached the shore. The Pilot said something over the crackly intercom, though Sean couldn't fully understand. He was too distracted, his attentive gaze locked on his new hand-me-down shoes his parents passed off as a birthday present, though he was never one to complain. Sean turned his attention to the window next to him, maybe there would be more than ocean now, though he traded one state of water for another. Ice as far as the eye could see. He let out a disappointed sigh and rested his chin on the window. "Sean..." a voice whispered. Sean's ears perked and his head jerked to his father who was sleeping in the seat next to him. He decided his dad was most likely talking in his sleep so he continued to stare outside. "Sean...embrace us," the voice whispered again, growing louder. His head jerked again and hit his dad gently "Dad you're talking in your sleep again. It's kind of freaking me out." His dad mumbled something and turned away from Sean. The voice came back as a scream now "Sean, embrace us!" his heart skipped, he looked around the cabin to see nothing unusual until the lights started flickering. The airplane began to shake violently and the nose began to fall. The oxygen masks began to fall and Sean clambered to put it over his head as the stewardess had instructed, though he didn't pay attention. He looked at his father who was clinging onto Sean's mother and then....darkness.
Sean felt the cold wind cut at his face. He opened his eyes slowly though it didn't help he was staring at the sun. He moved his arm to shield his eyes from the blinding light. He gathered the strength to sit up and looked around. Excluding the wreckage there was nothing but flat, unending white. He looked at his body to check for injuries, there was nothing. He was astonished, he survived a plane crash without any scratches. He brushed the ice of himself and began to stumble around the wreckage. His parents were no where to be found, in fact there was no proof that there was anyone on the plane at the time, he saw no bodies and no signs of life or death, just twisted metal and debris.
It was twenty below but Sean didn't feel cold. He contemplated if he was dead or not and this was purgatory or some sort of hell though he had a pulse. He brushed more ice off his skin which had seemed to be collecting though it was not snowing. He wiped his hands on his pants to clean them off. He clinched his hands into a fist and felt something solid restricting movement. He looked at his hand and saw a thin layer of ice covering his palm. He hit his hand on the side of his leg to shake it off and saw some ice shards fly off and looked at his hand again. The bare spots on his palms began to regrow ice. He took it as nothing and found a place to lie down.
The sun retreated behind the horizon and Sean decided it was finally time for sleep. He had been sleeping for a few hours, the moon was high in the sky and waning. Sean was jumped out of his slumber. He heard the voices again, now numerous and aggressive. He covered his ears and clinched his eyes shut in a futile attempt to drown the screams out. Though it was to no avail, until finally the voices stopped in unison. He slowly pulled his hands away from his eyes and slowly opened his eyes. His heart was racing, he shook it off as a bad nightmare and curled back into a ball trying to get more sleep. He heard a cracking sound, like ice being pushed apart. He sat up and frantically looked around. Nothing again, just sounds in the night, nothing to be afraid of. He laid down and closed his eyes again. "Embrace us..." a familiar voice once again whispered. His eyes flew open to see a decomposed body standing over him reaching for him, and then....darkness.
He awoke days later in a hospital miles away. He was told he was found on their door step, as if someone had dragged him across the tundra. He was also informed that they couldn't get the patches of ice to stop reforming on his skin and released him back to the United States with a clean bill of health. Of course, ignoring the ice and what they had diagnosed mild schizophrenia.
appearance:
Medium length brown hair, green eyes. Normally wears lose jeans and any kind of shirt he can get his hands on.
personality:
Though after his accident he attempts to act normal. Though the "schizophrenia" never went away nor did the medication help. He always does his best to avoid graveyards or war memorials at all time. Needless to say Europe isn't a great place for him.
in character sample:
Sean sat patiently on the bus trying to make his way to the record store. He always hated this route because it passed near St. Mary's Chapel which housed a large Cemetery. The voices were faint as the bus came closer to the Chapel stop. He'd learned to disregard the voices and the moans the seemed to call his name. The bus stopped and the driver shouted "St. Mary's Chapel!" Sean ducked his head down and put his iPod headphones in his ears and turned the music all the way up, dampening the now screaming voices. The bus jerked and started back on its route. Sean yanked the headphones from his ears and stared out his window. It was only a matter of time before his stop came.
code words: Do you know the muffin man?