Post by Boom on Apr 8, 2009 22:18:56 GMT -8
Name: Cornelius Vendier Milthorne
Nickname: Call him Boom
Age: Doesn’t know. Rather young for a psych ward patient, though.
Power(3 max): He can control light- As in, beams of light. Photons. He uses these for lasers and illusions.
He can control air. He uses this power to control sound waves, creating false voices and sonic booms.
History/family: The Milthorne family is a proud, wealthy family. Very wealthy, in fact, and very, very proud. They came across money centuries ago; No one’s quite sure how. It was rumored that their original money source dealt with witchcraft and the occult, but now it is a well-kept family secret. Either way, they were a family of old money, highly respected in their community. So it’s easy to see why, when their ten-year-old son was admitted into a mental hospital, well, they no longer had a son named Cornelius Vendier Milthorne. When he escaped, well, what did it matter? Good riddance. But when he appeared again in another ward, they paid off everyone who worked there and paid for his expenses. He escaped several times after that, and was caught several times. Chaos reigned at every asylum he was admitted to, though. No one was quite sure why, but his escapes were always marked by several large-scale explosions…
Appearance: Blazing red-hair that goes everywhere, transparent, purple-tinged glasses over sparkling blue eyes. He wears a black leather jacket, typically on top of a t-shirt, though not always. He’s built long and wiry. It may not seem like he can handle much, but his muscles are thin and sinuous, making him stronger than he looks. At his waist, or sometimes in his hand, is a long whip. Of course, he has a thing for illusions, so his looks have a tendency to change.
Personality: Boom is incredibly intelligent. He’s always doing his own personality studies and can deduce psychological problems in a second. He has been diagnosed with schizophrenia, psychosis, and a sociopathic personality, along with several other mental problems he has declined to remember. Escapes from insane asylums are quite easy when you’re gifted, it turns out. Games are his biggest vice, really. He loves to play games. Usually acts quiet, reserved, silently amused, or wild, talking gibberish, as explosive as his name suggests.
In character sample: “Good day, Mister… Milthorne,” Said the doctor as he entered the small, padded cell, reading off a clipboard, “And how are we feeling today?” He gave a great, beaming smile that reflected in his kind eyes.
“Oh, just excellent, Doctor Menthis,” The patient, complete with straight jacket, replied, returning the smile with one of his own, “And how about you?”
“Well, I’m just peachy,” The doctor’s smile seemed to widen as his patient inquired about his well-being, “It’s nice to have a patient in such a good mood. Most seem to hate the thought of seeing me.”
“Well, that’s not right. You seem like an exceeding nice man, Doctor Menthis,” The patient’s smile grew, as if something had pleased him immensely. Behind him, small lasers were carefully cutting the jacket off of his arms. They had just finished.
“Why, thank you, Mister Milthorne. You know, I-“ The doctor was cut short as something plunged through his chest, pinning him to the wall. A blade of solidified air. His eyes were wide in surprise, and, when he tried to speak again, all that came out was a low gurgle and trickles of blood.
“I’m sorry, Doctor. You really did seem like a kind man. But, alas, all good things must come to an end, and I find that it is time I take my leave,” The patient said as he stood up, shedding his white jacket. The door to his cell opened and he stepped out. Guards stood all around him. They knew what he had done. He could tell. With an outward flick of his fingers, he sent a circular shockwave spinning out, knocking them all back. Thin lasers hurtled towards them, sending them writhing, screaming. The smell of burnt flesh filled the air, and the patient breathed it in heavily, closing his eyes in satisfaction.
“Cornelius!” The patient spun around to find another guard, filled syringe in hand, “Cornelius, please! You don’t need to do this! We can help you!”
‘No, they can’t,’ Came the familiar voice from inside his head. He knew they weren’t real, but they made for pleasant conversation, most of the time, and were very convincing, ‘Nobody can help you.’ This time it was easy to believe them, anyways. He didn’t need help. He put his hand behind his back, summoning a long, black whip into it.
“Oh, my dear friend, who really needs to do anything? And by the way,” He pulled the whip through the air, spinning it around his body in a graceful, elegant motion, “People call me Boom.”
On ‘Boom’, he swung the whip towards the guard, cracking it with an amplified sonic boom. The man flew backwards, his chest imploded, crashing through the wall. Boom smiled, snapping his whip again for effect. He walked towards the whole he had made using the guard, back erect, arms behind his back in the most polite, respectable manner. His head bobbed in cool appreciation of his work, the wind blowing into his face from the revealed outside world.
“Well, now. Seems it’s time for my comeback,” He let out a small, elegant, creepy giggle, “Again,” Around him, the air hardened, the light bent around him.
The next second, a huge, disturbing, lizard-like beast stepped out of the hole made in the asylum, heading towards the city.
Code words: Do you know the muffin man?
Nickname: Call him Boom
Age: Doesn’t know. Rather young for a psych ward patient, though.
Power(3 max): He can control light- As in, beams of light. Photons. He uses these for lasers and illusions.
He can control air. He uses this power to control sound waves, creating false voices and sonic booms.
History/family: The Milthorne family is a proud, wealthy family. Very wealthy, in fact, and very, very proud. They came across money centuries ago; No one’s quite sure how. It was rumored that their original money source dealt with witchcraft and the occult, but now it is a well-kept family secret. Either way, they were a family of old money, highly respected in their community. So it’s easy to see why, when their ten-year-old son was admitted into a mental hospital, well, they no longer had a son named Cornelius Vendier Milthorne. When he escaped, well, what did it matter? Good riddance. But when he appeared again in another ward, they paid off everyone who worked there and paid for his expenses. He escaped several times after that, and was caught several times. Chaos reigned at every asylum he was admitted to, though. No one was quite sure why, but his escapes were always marked by several large-scale explosions…
Appearance: Blazing red-hair that goes everywhere, transparent, purple-tinged glasses over sparkling blue eyes. He wears a black leather jacket, typically on top of a t-shirt, though not always. He’s built long and wiry. It may not seem like he can handle much, but his muscles are thin and sinuous, making him stronger than he looks. At his waist, or sometimes in his hand, is a long whip. Of course, he has a thing for illusions, so his looks have a tendency to change.
Personality: Boom is incredibly intelligent. He’s always doing his own personality studies and can deduce psychological problems in a second. He has been diagnosed with schizophrenia, psychosis, and a sociopathic personality, along with several other mental problems he has declined to remember. Escapes from insane asylums are quite easy when you’re gifted, it turns out. Games are his biggest vice, really. He loves to play games. Usually acts quiet, reserved, silently amused, or wild, talking gibberish, as explosive as his name suggests.
In character sample: “Good day, Mister… Milthorne,” Said the doctor as he entered the small, padded cell, reading off a clipboard, “And how are we feeling today?” He gave a great, beaming smile that reflected in his kind eyes.
“Oh, just excellent, Doctor Menthis,” The patient, complete with straight jacket, replied, returning the smile with one of his own, “And how about you?”
“Well, I’m just peachy,” The doctor’s smile seemed to widen as his patient inquired about his well-being, “It’s nice to have a patient in such a good mood. Most seem to hate the thought of seeing me.”
“Well, that’s not right. You seem like an exceeding nice man, Doctor Menthis,” The patient’s smile grew, as if something had pleased him immensely. Behind him, small lasers were carefully cutting the jacket off of his arms. They had just finished.
“Why, thank you, Mister Milthorne. You know, I-“ The doctor was cut short as something plunged through his chest, pinning him to the wall. A blade of solidified air. His eyes were wide in surprise, and, when he tried to speak again, all that came out was a low gurgle and trickles of blood.
“I’m sorry, Doctor. You really did seem like a kind man. But, alas, all good things must come to an end, and I find that it is time I take my leave,” The patient said as he stood up, shedding his white jacket. The door to his cell opened and he stepped out. Guards stood all around him. They knew what he had done. He could tell. With an outward flick of his fingers, he sent a circular shockwave spinning out, knocking them all back. Thin lasers hurtled towards them, sending them writhing, screaming. The smell of burnt flesh filled the air, and the patient breathed it in heavily, closing his eyes in satisfaction.
“Cornelius!” The patient spun around to find another guard, filled syringe in hand, “Cornelius, please! You don’t need to do this! We can help you!”
‘No, they can’t,’ Came the familiar voice from inside his head. He knew they weren’t real, but they made for pleasant conversation, most of the time, and were very convincing, ‘Nobody can help you.’ This time it was easy to believe them, anyways. He didn’t need help. He put his hand behind his back, summoning a long, black whip into it.
“Oh, my dear friend, who really needs to do anything? And by the way,” He pulled the whip through the air, spinning it around his body in a graceful, elegant motion, “People call me Boom.”
On ‘Boom’, he swung the whip towards the guard, cracking it with an amplified sonic boom. The man flew backwards, his chest imploded, crashing through the wall. Boom smiled, snapping his whip again for effect. He walked towards the whole he had made using the guard, back erect, arms behind his back in the most polite, respectable manner. His head bobbed in cool appreciation of his work, the wind blowing into his face from the revealed outside world.
“Well, now. Seems it’s time for my comeback,” He let out a small, elegant, creepy giggle, “Again,” Around him, the air hardened, the light bent around him.
The next second, a huge, disturbing, lizard-like beast stepped out of the hole made in the asylum, heading towards the city.
Code words: Do you know the muffin man?