Post by METHUSELAH BRECKENRIDGE on Aug 11, 2013 20:53:10 GMT -5
Full name: Methuselah Oliver Breckenridge
Nickname: Oli, nerd, loser, any other derogatory terms of that variant
DOB/Age: February 14th, 2001//Twelve years old
Gender: Male
Oddity: Gifted: Oliver's body is spliced with DNA from both the animilae and plantae kingdoms of life. While he does possess the appearance, bone structure, and warm of a human boy; his genetic composition is in quite a disarray. He possesses plant-like attributes while keeping a primarily homosapien basis. Flora of all types can generate from wherever he desires from his body, and his body can completely reshape into a hybrid of a multitude of plants. He can shift parts of his body into different shapes or just cover them completely in a verdant shell. He could even grow a ripe apple from the palm of his hand if he so chooses to.
Abilities:
PLANT TRANSFORMATION/GENERATION
As stated, Oli can grow vines, leaves, fruits, flowers and more from his limbs or other parts of his body. The possibilities and combinations of different plants at different locations is endless.
INHUMAN CHARACTERISTICS
With Oli's gift comes a slight price. Not only can Oli physically 'wilt' if not cared for properly; he can also drown/suffocate with excessive rain, bleed off-colored blood when injured, and rely heavily on the outside weather for his activity. His ability not only does this to him, but it also allows him to perform...
PHOTOSYNTHESIS
If one were to see a boy in the middle of nowhere, frozen in motion, eyes (golden in color) towards the sun, and slightly drooling, it would be safe to assume that the boy is indeed Oliver.
REGENERATION
Oli can freely pick his flora off, just as long as he is gentle and pulls quickly either by the roots or cutting the stems. It is easier for him to pull things gingerly by the roots as he is less likely to deal with removing the amputated stub of the plant. This also ties in with a less significant ability that he refuses to share.
INTELLIGENCE QUOTIENT
Though not a true supernatural ability Oli does possess an astounding gift of knowledge. His brain is his most prized possession. He knows that without it, he is nothing. Within seconds he can solve the most complex of puzzles, analyze Shakespeare cover-to-cover with no difficulty whatsoever, retain information word-for word, and envision an entire new realm with just a box of legos. What else can one expect with a kid with an IQ of 168?
Appearance: What resonates within the youth's mind unfortunately match the build of his body. As he has not experienced puberty quite yet, his form is contained under the height of 4'7". His skin, pasty as fresh milk, is only colored by the bruises splotched on his legs and the peppering of freckles on his cheeks. His body is so thin it appears that he could snap like a toothpick at any second. Perched upon his cranium is a mop of crisp-cut, private schoolboy comparable hair that is platinum blonde in coloration. His bangs are cut just short enough to reveal unimpressive olive colored eyes, somewhat strained by excessive strenuous use. Bandaids line his arms, legs, and occasionally his face as his paper-thin skin does not tolerate imperfections.
Kind of reflects him as a person, really.
Attire: Oli still possesses the tendency to wear his old private school's clothes. His uniform comprises of black shorts that are much too short for a normal guy to wear, a white button-up half sleeve shirt accented by a scarlet bow tie, black suspenders, loafers, white tube socks, and a scarlet blazer with his former school's crest patched on a front pocket. Though his outfit may change Oli always wears his rectangular thick-rimmed glasses with everything as he is practically blind without them.
On other days, Oli does in fact cross dress. Because of his mindset and preferable fashion leaning towards femininity, he sometimes wears skirts, blouses, dresses et cetera. In saying this he enjoys 'cute' things rather than 'womanly' things. He feels more comfortable like this when he's not sporting his uniform, though rarely does do to the fact he is terrified of bullying.
Detailed personality: Oli is plain and simply a downright genius. His intelligence is remarkable and most of his extra time is dedicated to feeding this. He loves puzzles and logic games, though keeps to himself during his exploits. This is due to the fact that his mind is centered around modesty and humility. He hates sounding 'too smart' and often curses himself for being what he is. He blushes, occasionally stutters, and cries. A lot. He's a downer on himself and is somewhat of a perfectionist. Awkward mannerisms are not foreign to him as he gets easily embarrassed by his own actions. Typical to guys like him, he's certainly clumsy, which places reasoning behind his multiple injuries. It is easy to understand that he is a subject of many cruel practical jokes with this fact and his unwavering forgiveness. Not only does he get hurt often, he possesses a horrendous immune system and set of genetics. Oliver's an asthmatic, is mildly epileptic, and has multiple allergies including a peanut one. He's wary of his limitations and mainly fears that they and himself are a burden to others. Despite these flaws Oli does have redeeming qualities in refusing to judge a book by its cover. He's patient with imperfection beyond him and desires nothing more to assist others. His somewhat feminine behavior has led him to be more sensitive and warmer than most guys his age. As he does somewhat openly cross dress, he does understand endeavors of the opposite sex. He refers to himself as a male but occasionally lives in a self-made realm that could go either way. With this, his understanding of the world beyond him extends everyday, therefore Oli does his absolute best to keep his altruism and tranquility up with it.
Birthplace: Gloucester, England
History: For as long as I can possibly remember, I have been raised within the confines of an upper-crust boarding school not too far away from the outskirts of my hometown. My mother, whom I had visited only during some days in the summer, had wished for me to become a child prodigy beyond her own wildest imaginations. From the moment I was born to the day I speak I was destined for greatness- or so she had made me believe. I did not make many friends, I simply had no time for them. This is also accompanied by the fact that everyone assumed I was a 'loser' and didn't need to be associated with. I grew with my own growing knowledge as my only friend to this very day. I knew my life would truly begin once I had departed from my learning center, though my plans were tragically eliminated the day I made an awful mistake.
While assisting my horticulture teacher after school one evening, he had proposed to me the idea of joining him in a project that extends beyond the limitations of known science pertaining to plant life. I had agreed to this proposal, foolishly not giving his intentions a second thought. Disguised as an innovation to a growth hormone for all sorts of plant life, we got to work for over a week in creating the most perfect serum. I was never allowed to see the final product. My duty was to merely put equations together in a way that he could not.
To him, I was just a key to unlocking the potential of human god-hood.
On the night of the final day he had proposed a toast to me with what he had assured was just tea. Being the idiot that I am I had trusted him and swallowed the whole thing. At first, it tasted just fine, if not a little sour. Then, I started to feel odd. In less than a minute I had collapsed to the flood writhing in agony as I felt a sharp throbbing bash its way onto my cranium. As odd as it sounds, I did physically feel as though I was being restructured internally. I watched in blurred horror as plants of every kind sprouted from my flesh and grew upwards into the room. I screamed for my teacher for an explanation and assistance, though all I received in return was disjointed scribbling onto a clipboard and nods of approval. The room steadily filled with verdant life originating from my body. Vines sprawled up walls and roots crooked through cracks on the linoleum. Proceeding a few minutes my teacher had simply thanked me, injected me with a syringe of some sort, and left the room, locking the door along the way. Since the room was secluded in the catacombs of the school's basement, I was doomed to wait in pathetic uselessness as my new body restrained me until my mutator was bound to return. I knew I had to be in there for a numerous amount of days. I had screamed for help until my throat burned from its used up uselessness. I was paralyzed by my own potential and lost within the scorn of my own ignorance.
As those days confined in less than a week's time rolled by, my... Vines' grip on the small room around them started to grow uncomfortable for their size. Much like a tree when its roots run out of breadth to grow, my foliage had garnered enough strength to grow through the crevice of the locked door and bust it off its hinges. The growth erupting from me freed enough space for me to depart from my prison. Why my captor had tried to keep me up in a room for many nights I shall never know. My mind at the time was far too consumed with escaping. This, and the fact that I was more parched than I ever would be as a human going without water for a few days. Time was of the essence. I could get caught. My needs would have to be postponed for later.
As I was aquatinted with the basement, my escape was rather simple. My teacher was nowhere to be seen and the door was open for the janitors to perform their occupation. It must have been such a frightening site to see a boy with plants trailing from all spots on his body. I did not care. I needed to leave to a place where I could figure out just what that wretched man did to me. I had made my escape to a nearby forest, running as long as I could keep myself upright. Eventually I had tripped over my growths and landed in a dehydrated state of uselessness. I remember crying at my seemingly pessimistic scenario, tucking my head into my leaf-covered knees. I didn't notice however the approaching of a shrouded figure towards my mutated body. When I looked up I was certainly frightened with the potential of what this character could do to me. Instead of harming however, this person had retrieved a glass of crisp water from beneath a cloak. At the time I was too concerned with my dehydration to care where they had got it from or how they knew I was thirsty. I remember that first guzzle that the 'reinvented me' took as the character beckoned me to come with them. At that point in time I decided to follow life as it was going to be instead of fearing the possibilities.
It turned out that the moment I laid eyes upon the badge labeled 'CP' I was in for a change that would upset the harmony in my world forever.
I like it that way.
Occupation: TBD
Relationship status/Orientation: Single/Presumably heterosexual
Additional information: Play-by kinda-sorta Jeff Andonuts... Depends on the fan art
((http://wasil.deviantart.com/art/Jeff-Andonuts-156140102))
Played By: Viva
Nickname: Oli, nerd, loser, any other derogatory terms of that variant
DOB/Age: February 14th, 2001//Twelve years old
Gender: Male
Oddity: Gifted: Oliver's body is spliced with DNA from both the animilae and plantae kingdoms of life. While he does possess the appearance, bone structure, and warm of a human boy; his genetic composition is in quite a disarray. He possesses plant-like attributes while keeping a primarily homosapien basis. Flora of all types can generate from wherever he desires from his body, and his body can completely reshape into a hybrid of a multitude of plants. He can shift parts of his body into different shapes or just cover them completely in a verdant shell. He could even grow a ripe apple from the palm of his hand if he so chooses to.
Abilities:
PLANT TRANSFORMATION/GENERATION
As stated, Oli can grow vines, leaves, fruits, flowers and more from his limbs or other parts of his body. The possibilities and combinations of different plants at different locations is endless.
INHUMAN CHARACTERISTICS
With Oli's gift comes a slight price. Not only can Oli physically 'wilt' if not cared for properly; he can also drown/suffocate with excessive rain, bleed off-colored blood when injured, and rely heavily on the outside weather for his activity. His ability not only does this to him, but it also allows him to perform...
PHOTOSYNTHESIS
If one were to see a boy in the middle of nowhere, frozen in motion, eyes (golden in color) towards the sun, and slightly drooling, it would be safe to assume that the boy is indeed Oliver.
REGENERATION
Oli can freely pick his flora off, just as long as he is gentle and pulls quickly either by the roots or cutting the stems. It is easier for him to pull things gingerly by the roots as he is less likely to deal with removing the amputated stub of the plant. This also ties in with a less significant ability that he refuses to share.
INTELLIGENCE QUOTIENT
Though not a true supernatural ability Oli does possess an astounding gift of knowledge. His brain is his most prized possession. He knows that without it, he is nothing. Within seconds he can solve the most complex of puzzles, analyze Shakespeare cover-to-cover with no difficulty whatsoever, retain information word-for word, and envision an entire new realm with just a box of legos. What else can one expect with a kid with an IQ of 168?
Appearance: What resonates within the youth's mind unfortunately match the build of his body. As he has not experienced puberty quite yet, his form is contained under the height of 4'7". His skin, pasty as fresh milk, is only colored by the bruises splotched on his legs and the peppering of freckles on his cheeks. His body is so thin it appears that he could snap like a toothpick at any second. Perched upon his cranium is a mop of crisp-cut, private schoolboy comparable hair that is platinum blonde in coloration. His bangs are cut just short enough to reveal unimpressive olive colored eyes, somewhat strained by excessive strenuous use. Bandaids line his arms, legs, and occasionally his face as his paper-thin skin does not tolerate imperfections.
Kind of reflects him as a person, really.
Attire: Oli still possesses the tendency to wear his old private school's clothes. His uniform comprises of black shorts that are much too short for a normal guy to wear, a white button-up half sleeve shirt accented by a scarlet bow tie, black suspenders, loafers, white tube socks, and a scarlet blazer with his former school's crest patched on a front pocket. Though his outfit may change Oli always wears his rectangular thick-rimmed glasses with everything as he is practically blind without them.
On other days, Oli does in fact cross dress. Because of his mindset and preferable fashion leaning towards femininity, he sometimes wears skirts, blouses, dresses et cetera. In saying this he enjoys 'cute' things rather than 'womanly' things. He feels more comfortable like this when he's not sporting his uniform, though rarely does do to the fact he is terrified of bullying.
Detailed personality: Oli is plain and simply a downright genius. His intelligence is remarkable and most of his extra time is dedicated to feeding this. He loves puzzles and logic games, though keeps to himself during his exploits. This is due to the fact that his mind is centered around modesty and humility. He hates sounding 'too smart' and often curses himself for being what he is. He blushes, occasionally stutters, and cries. A lot. He's a downer on himself and is somewhat of a perfectionist. Awkward mannerisms are not foreign to him as he gets easily embarrassed by his own actions. Typical to guys like him, he's certainly clumsy, which places reasoning behind his multiple injuries. It is easy to understand that he is a subject of many cruel practical jokes with this fact and his unwavering forgiveness. Not only does he get hurt often, he possesses a horrendous immune system and set of genetics. Oliver's an asthmatic, is mildly epileptic, and has multiple allergies including a peanut one. He's wary of his limitations and mainly fears that they and himself are a burden to others. Despite these flaws Oli does have redeeming qualities in refusing to judge a book by its cover. He's patient with imperfection beyond him and desires nothing more to assist others. His somewhat feminine behavior has led him to be more sensitive and warmer than most guys his age. As he does somewhat openly cross dress, he does understand endeavors of the opposite sex. He refers to himself as a male but occasionally lives in a self-made realm that could go either way. With this, his understanding of the world beyond him extends everyday, therefore Oli does his absolute best to keep his altruism and tranquility up with it.
Birthplace: Gloucester, England
History: For as long as I can possibly remember, I have been raised within the confines of an upper-crust boarding school not too far away from the outskirts of my hometown. My mother, whom I had visited only during some days in the summer, had wished for me to become a child prodigy beyond her own wildest imaginations. From the moment I was born to the day I speak I was destined for greatness- or so she had made me believe. I did not make many friends, I simply had no time for them. This is also accompanied by the fact that everyone assumed I was a 'loser' and didn't need to be associated with. I grew with my own growing knowledge as my only friend to this very day. I knew my life would truly begin once I had departed from my learning center, though my plans were tragically eliminated the day I made an awful mistake.
While assisting my horticulture teacher after school one evening, he had proposed to me the idea of joining him in a project that extends beyond the limitations of known science pertaining to plant life. I had agreed to this proposal, foolishly not giving his intentions a second thought. Disguised as an innovation to a growth hormone for all sorts of plant life, we got to work for over a week in creating the most perfect serum. I was never allowed to see the final product. My duty was to merely put equations together in a way that he could not.
To him, I was just a key to unlocking the potential of human god-hood.
On the night of the final day he had proposed a toast to me with what he had assured was just tea. Being the idiot that I am I had trusted him and swallowed the whole thing. At first, it tasted just fine, if not a little sour. Then, I started to feel odd. In less than a minute I had collapsed to the flood writhing in agony as I felt a sharp throbbing bash its way onto my cranium. As odd as it sounds, I did physically feel as though I was being restructured internally. I watched in blurred horror as plants of every kind sprouted from my flesh and grew upwards into the room. I screamed for my teacher for an explanation and assistance, though all I received in return was disjointed scribbling onto a clipboard and nods of approval. The room steadily filled with verdant life originating from my body. Vines sprawled up walls and roots crooked through cracks on the linoleum. Proceeding a few minutes my teacher had simply thanked me, injected me with a syringe of some sort, and left the room, locking the door along the way. Since the room was secluded in the catacombs of the school's basement, I was doomed to wait in pathetic uselessness as my new body restrained me until my mutator was bound to return. I knew I had to be in there for a numerous amount of days. I had screamed for help until my throat burned from its used up uselessness. I was paralyzed by my own potential and lost within the scorn of my own ignorance.
As those days confined in less than a week's time rolled by, my... Vines' grip on the small room around them started to grow uncomfortable for their size. Much like a tree when its roots run out of breadth to grow, my foliage had garnered enough strength to grow through the crevice of the locked door and bust it off its hinges. The growth erupting from me freed enough space for me to depart from my prison. Why my captor had tried to keep me up in a room for many nights I shall never know. My mind at the time was far too consumed with escaping. This, and the fact that I was more parched than I ever would be as a human going without water for a few days. Time was of the essence. I could get caught. My needs would have to be postponed for later.
As I was aquatinted with the basement, my escape was rather simple. My teacher was nowhere to be seen and the door was open for the janitors to perform their occupation. It must have been such a frightening site to see a boy with plants trailing from all spots on his body. I did not care. I needed to leave to a place where I could figure out just what that wretched man did to me. I had made my escape to a nearby forest, running as long as I could keep myself upright. Eventually I had tripped over my growths and landed in a dehydrated state of uselessness. I remember crying at my seemingly pessimistic scenario, tucking my head into my leaf-covered knees. I didn't notice however the approaching of a shrouded figure towards my mutated body. When I looked up I was certainly frightened with the potential of what this character could do to me. Instead of harming however, this person had retrieved a glass of crisp water from beneath a cloak. At the time I was too concerned with my dehydration to care where they had got it from or how they knew I was thirsty. I remember that first guzzle that the 'reinvented me' took as the character beckoned me to come with them. At that point in time I decided to follow life as it was going to be instead of fearing the possibilities.
It turned out that the moment I laid eyes upon the badge labeled 'CP' I was in for a change that would upset the harmony in my world forever.
I like it that way.
Occupation: TBD
Relationship status/Orientation: Single/Presumably heterosexual
Additional information: Play-by kinda-sorta Jeff Andonuts... Depends on the fan art
((http://wasil.deviantart.com/art/Jeff-Andonuts-156140102)) Played By: Viva
