Post by brendon on Jun 6, 2012 6:15:55 GMT -5
Brendon Merry Sloan
• Given Name [/color] | Brendon
• DOB [/color] | April 2nd, 1997
• Age [/color] | 15
• Sexuality [/color] | Heterosexual
• Ethnicity [/color] | Caucasian, English decent, Quarter Cherokee.
• Occupation [/color] | Sophomore
• Loyalty/Allegiance [/color] | Xavier
• Canon or Original [/color] | Original
' A b i l i t i e s
• Power/s [/color] |1. Ability to halt time limited to the amount of time Brendon can hold his breath. Once time is halted nothing can be manipulated. Objects cannot be moved, doors cannot be opened, and nothing can be done, which requires the advancement of time. This includes breathing unfortunately as air takes time to move. The only things Brendon can do is move himself and think, anything he need interact with is stuck in stasis. There is no way to advance or alter this power as it is not field based. Time is truly stopped and the power is what it is.
2. He has slight precognition akin to spider sense, but considerably weaker. This essentially only serves to improve his reflexes, and instincts by a minimal amount within human limits. This also allows him to predict the movements of people once time resumes.
• Flaw/s [/color] | Besides being incredibly limited, Brendon's ability to stop time also takes a great deal of concentration. Something that at this point he has yet to master. Instead he relies on ritualistic behavior and his possession of his pocket watch to induce the power. The power also has a side effect of causing moderate to severe bouts of nausea, which Brendon often combats by taking over the counter medication for. Over time this side¬ effect is likely to subside, but for now it is a constant thorn, and it may be something that will always need to be heeded.
The second power is more enhanced intuition more than anything else, and in order to use it fully Brendon must be very aware and in tune with himself. He needs self-confidence, which is something a boy of his age rarely has. at this point in his life this power is as likely to be a hindrance as it is to be of aid.
It also most be noted that he has had asthma since childhood. This comes with the obvious associated risk, particularly because when time is stopped breathing is impossible. Over time his asthma has subsided substantially though it is a constant thing that must be heeded.
• Overall Abilities/ Skills[/color] |
He can hold his breath and swim pretty well, He is naturally resourceful and intelligent within human norms. He has an amateur knowledge of electronics, circuitry, and mechanics. He has two years of French under his belt(language of love couldn't hurt right?).
' A p p e a r a n c e
• Height [/color] | 5'9
• weight [/color] | 135 lbs.
• Hair color [/color] | Brown
• eye color [/color] | Blue
• Playby [/color] | Joseph Gordon-levett
• Overall Appearance[/color] | In one word, unassuming. Brendon does not stand out in any real positive way among his peers, nor does he go out his way to hide. He is simply there, often dirty, and unkempt, but he is there nonetheless. He is the kid that you have in all your classes; the kid you’ve had in all your classes for two years, but when you look at him, you can't quite remember his name. He is familiar, and yet unnoticed. He is lost in the sea of faces.
He typically can be found wearing dirty blue jeans, ratty tenishoes, and a long-sleeved shirt, often complimented with a beige spring jacket that he keeps draped over himself. It is clear form looking at him that he does not come from a family of means, or any sort of money. He is poor, but not abysmally so. He is looked down upon by the kids, who would typically look down on that sort of thing, but by no means is he really shunned by his peers at large; he is just unnoticed(some would argue a fate far worse in the microcosm that is high school).
Last year, his first year at Xavier High, he came to school wearing fairly thick glasses and his shaggy hair kept at shoulder length. Thing was this didn't gain him any real popularity. Funny thing, to be outcasted in a school full of outcasts, and it wasn't because he was exceptionally strange, or powerful, no that he would have preferred. Even they had their own niche in the school. He was an outcast because he was so unremarkable. Sure he had powers just like everyone else, though it was rare anyone would take his word for it. This made for a rough first year at the school. He was subject to some ridicule, which caused him to remodel himself a bit, when the next school year came around.
Now as a sophomore he has switched primarily to contacts. He cut his hair and keeps it clean, along with his clothes, which he at least tries to keep presentable. He switched, at this point to wearing button down dress shirts, blue being his favorite color as opposed to his long-sleeved shirts that he only wears occasionally.
' P e r s o n a l i t y
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What does every boy fear? Rejection, Persecution, embarrassment. He fears where his life is going, he fears for the future. He worries about his powers. He wonders if he can have any say in the world with such colossal juggernauts out there. He questions whether his life has meaning. He wonders if there is a God, and if there is a God why is his life the way it is? He is afraid that he may never amount to anything, a spec in the vastness of eternity, not even a blip on the radar. He is afraid that girls may never like him, and if they ever do, he is afraid he will screw it up. He has a lot to fear, he fears life, but he must also embrace it.
• Goals/ dreams[/color] |
Brendon is still unsure what he wants to do with his life exactly. He knows that he enjoys building things, and he knows that there are many injustices in the world. Should he become an electrician like his dad? Is that a waste of his talents? His abilities? Should he combat hunger? Poverty? Politics? Where would his skills best be put to use? What exactly are his true skills? Right now Brendon only knows a few things: He enjoys being in situations where he has a measure of control, and he enjoys the feeling he gets when he stands up for himself, or someone else. Beyond that he is still just a tangled mess of questions with seemingly no answers.
• Overall Personality[/color] |
Until the end of his freshman year Brendon could have easily been characterized has the typical geek. Not the kind of nerd-sheik, which is now common and exalted by a lot of teenagers his age, but instead the much sadder kind of geek. The kind of awkward sniveling, stranger in your own skin that, most of us at some point feel like, but few of us are unlucky enough to exude on this kind of level.
Brendon has a child was never athletically adept. He had childhood asthma, which he carried through to adolescence, which kept him from excelling at much physically. Instead he often kept to himself, reading, or doing other such solitary activities.
His father is a household electrician who wires houses, and other commercial buildings for a living. Being inside most of the time, it wasn't long until Brendon took an interest in his Father's work. Amateur circuit sets, potato light bulbs that kind of thing. His father wasn't particularly into computers, so Brendon gained no headway there, but it wasn't long until his fascination with machines and electronics got him into building miniatures, and disassembling and (hopefully) reassembling various objects around the house. As such he grew up with various model kits strewn about his room. Some left half finished, while others were set on high shelves for display. His favorite models tended to be battleships. Not only were they immaculate and detailed, but they also served a kind of real life functionality that many other models lacked in his opinion.
Brendon was, and is an intelligent young man, naive and trusting at a young age, the realities of the world soon taught him to be more cynical and defensive, as it teaches so many children. He found himself occasionally picked on by a select few for being a shy introverted asthmatic. It was a hard lesson to learn, and it was one that did not really settle in until earlier this year.
Along with his recent appearance change Brendon also joined the high school swim team and gained a sardonic and distant sense of humor. Instead of being outwardly self-conscious of his faults, he instead chooses to embrace them. When asked what his mutant powers are for example a clever quip will come from his lips. His wit is now his shield. He is a good swimmer and takes pride in that fact, but he cannot help but still feel inadequate, especially at a school such as Xavier’s. Since he has changed his appearance his has gained a little more notoriety and recognition, but not enough to really change the status quo all that much. He still finds himself awkward and unsure, hiding behind his shield of wit and false self-confidence.
' H i s t o r y
• Birthplace [/color] | Portland, Maine
• Mother [/color] | Lynda Sloan (36, Municipal Clerk)
• Father [/color] | Jerrold Sloan (47, Licensed Electrician)
• Siblings[/color] | Justin Sloan (18, deceased 2010)
• Other Relations [/color] | none of particular significance
• Overall history[/color] |
Brendon grew up the 2nd son of Jerrold and Lynda Sloan. He was the younger brother of Justin Sloan by five years. They were for the most part the typical middle class suburban family. There really wasn't anything remarkable about his family history for the most part.
He was enrolled in public school, he never had any involvement with sports. He was partial to science, and he had a fascination with bug collecting as a child. His childhood was happy, if a bit solitary. He had a few friends, but none of note. Teachers had expressed concern regarding his lack of social skills, though they generally were ignored by his parents. Brendon was a bright and inquisitive kid, always following his own pursuits, with a tenacity to learn that was rarely seen in any of his peers.
Him and his brother got along well enough considering the 5 year gap between them, though they rarely found time to spend with each other. Brendon's brother Justin, it seemed, was also no stranger to following his own pursuits. While a bit more social then his younger brother, Justin was avidly involved in the boy scouts as a child. When he wasn't busy with them, he was often off with his friends involved in some adventure or another. It was Brendon that was the homebody.
As a result Brendon and his brother rarely saw each other. It was only on a rare night, normally during the summer, that they really found time to talk to one another. They would lay in bed, unable to sleep, and they would talk about whatever came to mind to pass the time. Their conversations ran the gamut from the trivial and the mundane, to the grand soul searching conversations that stuck with you throughout your life. Justin, more then anything, was a mentor and a guide, to his brother, as well as a friend, and despite their age difference they had a mutual respect for each other that is rarely found in sibling relationships. Maybe it was a strong connection, maybe it was just because they didn't see each other too often, it was hard to say, but Brendon and Justin were not, Just brothers. They were friends.
It was April 26th 2010, a day that Brendon Sloan would most likely remember for the rest of his life. It was the night of his brother's senior prom. This was a night that his brother had anticipated for quite some time, and despite himself, Brendon could not help but feel a bit of excitement as well. The prom is all the town had been talking about for the past week. Rumors flew around his classroom, as to what supposedly went on at prom, so suffice it to say, Brandon was a bit curious about the mater. He had decided to stay up and wait for his brother's return. Justin may not tell him everything, but he doubted that his brother would keep him completely in the dark either.
It had been a long wait. The hours crept by without much to do. As far as Brendon's parents knew he was asleep in his bed, so the wait in his dark room had been rather arduous. For the most part Brendon just propped his head against the open windowsill and looked out on the street below.
He had fallen asleep more than once, and was more than ready to call it a night when he heard a set of tires come squealing around the corner. The radio was blaring loudly has they went by. It was hard to make out exactly what the song was except that it had an excessive amount of bass that seemed to rattle the windows as the car drove by.
Now awake and aware Brendon stared out the window intently listening for any car that might come by. All he could really make out was the dull thumps of the bass coming from the car that had stopped somewhere down the street.
Then at 4:05 exactly his brother's car turned the corner on to their street. What exactly happened next was hard to say. All Brendon could really remember were the smell of burnt rubber and the sound of the dull thump of a bass getting louder, and louder...and louder. And then the crash.
Brendon had been dutifully staring out the window at the time, and he saw everything...That was when time stopped...and it didn't start again for a very long time.
' O u t o f C h a r a c t e r
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