Post by Deleted on May 26, 2014 23:39:18 GMT -5
`ARTHUR WILLIAM KIRKLAND!
`WELCOME TO YOUR LIFE, THERE'S NO TURNING BACK!
NICKNAMES Artie, Art, Will, and the abhorred “Brows”
AGE 17
GENDER Male
ETHNICITY English
TEACHER OR STUDENT Student
GRADE Year 6
SPECIAL ABILITY(s) Technopathy/Cyberpathy. Arthur has the ability to manipulate technology. This can be accomplished either by looking at the technology in question or touching it, though Arthur has not yet perfected manipulation by looking. He cannot control objects that have no electronic or ferrous (divalent iron) components and he must be in relatively close proximity to the technology he wishes to control.
He is able to control a wide range of objects coined with the term “technology” such as computers, robots, and hardware. Some skills that come with manipulating technology is the ability to activate and deactivate machines (depending on the complexity), manipulate data flow, program machines or codes, repair or induce glitches, create gadgets and attachments, and infuse technology into his combat.
One skill he has done on accident but not been able to figure out how to accomplish on purpose is the ability to generate an EMP burst. An EMP (Electromagnetic pulse) burst is a short burst of magnetic energy that can damage electronic equipment. The range of the EMPs he emits can vary in range, between a few feet to a one mile radius. He has no voluntary control over the bursts, usually expelling them only when experiencing certain emotions on an intense level (fear, anger).
His incredible skill to manipulate technology has given him many opportunities to understand mechanics and how they work. As a way to improve his skills, Arthur has taken to learning mechanical engineering and is gradually gaining the skill to manipulate technology to build on-the-go weapons. He has been working on the ability to manipulate by looking, practicing on nanotechnology in order to regenerate and destroy in controlled environments.
HOW DID THEY FIGURE OUT? Arthur had always had a knack with technology. If questioned about where he’d learned how to be so good at managing technology at such a young age, he would shrug and say that “it just speaks to me” in the way little children sometimes would, and people would laugh and call him cute because they understood that technology didn’t talk to anyone; some people were just better at understanding it than others. Adults called him a genius, kids his age called him tech savvy. In reality, Arthur leaned towards the latter. He was just good with machines.
That’s what he believed for five years of his life. He didn’t understand the implications of being able to touch a computer with a virus and removing it completely, fixing glitches in computer games, or manipulating the shows each channel played on TV. Then at nine years old, he got in a fight at school during computer class. The teacher refused to listen to him when he said he hadn’t started the verbal fight, and out of frustration and anger, he’d clenched his fists and opened his mouth in a silent scream.
The ensuing chaos consisted of permanently crashed computers with all their data wiped (hours and hours of work as GBs of programs that had been expensive to buy, just gone). The lights turned off and would not turn back on no matter how many times the teacher flipped the light switch. She’d grabbed his shoulders and asked him in a quiet, polite voice to turn the lights back on. Afraid of what would happen, Arthur did.
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`EVEN WHILE WE SLEEP. WE WILL FIND YOU,
- Tea: He loves to drink tea. He’ll have at least five cups a day. Not only does it go great with most food, it helps to calm his nerves.
- Books: Books; all the books. Give one to him and he will read it with a ravenous hunger.
- Cooking: As much as he enjoys it, just don’t let him near food. He’s terrible at cooking.
- Technology: This is a given, considering what he controls. He’s always up-to-date on the latest technological advances.
- Science Fiction: A lot of science fiction deals with technology and its pros and cons. How can someone that manipulates technology not like sci-fi? Arthur would love to get his hands on some of those crazy machines.
- Space: Space brings with it a fascination of what technology can do to expand the human understanding of the “Final Frontier.” Arthur loves all the technology that comes out of space exploration.
- Theatre: Musicals and plays are some of his favorite shows to attend. He is particularly fond of William Shakespeare.
- Monty Python: Only the best comedy ever to exist on this planet.
- Music: He loves punk and rock, but if given the choice of an instrument to play, he’d pick the (electric) violin any day.
- Dogs: They’re Arthur’s ideal pet. Human’s best friend, a loyal companion, and a great cuddle buddy. Needless to say, Arthur loves dogs.
- Occult: Myths and dark magic are good fun to read about and search on wikipedia.
- Robotics: Arthur’s currently working on a robotic arm. Not because he needs it, but because it’s fun to build.
- Video games: He enjoys playing solo, since everyone usually accuses him of cheating when he plays multi. His favorite game is Portal.
ARTHUR'S DISLIKES
- Large bodies of water: He can’t take his technology near them. Water and technology don’t mix.
- Coffee: It’s bitter and tastes like dirt. He hates drinking it.
- Swimming: He dislikes this for the same reason he doesn’t like large bodies of water.
- Technophobes: Take your preaching that “technology will ruin this generation” elsewhere and start living without it, because obviously you haven’t acknowledged just how important technology is.
- Being accused of cheating on video games: He may be able to control the technology and enhance his own gaming experience, but he’s not going to cheat. That takes all the fun out of video games. What point would there be in playing them if he could just cheat his way through?
- Warm weather: He comes from a country where the weather is always dreary. He overheats just like his machines if it gets too hot.
- Insects: He’s not frightened of them, but he hates having them around. They’re annoying and a distraction, not to mention a little bit gross.
FEARS
- Being forgotten: Even though he can wipe information with a thought or a touch from a database, he fears being forgotten himself. It is a natural fear that most humans face, but he wants to be remembered, and clings fiercely to the idea that, through future technology, he can be stored like data is stored on a computer. He’s afraid of being “deleted” from people’s lives and memories.
- Being powerless: Arthur has control issues. He likes knowing his own mind, likes to know what decisions he’s making, likes to be in control of his own fate. The following are extensions of his fear of being powerless.
- Drowning: For a guy that never goes swimming (he doesn’t know how to swim) and avoids all bodies of water bigger than a pool if he can, drowning is an absolute nightmare. He can’t do anything in the water to help himself, and drowning is a quiet affair. As an extension of drowning, deep sea creatures frighten the shit out of him too. (Coincidentally, he really enjoys eating fish).
- Being someplace without technology: It’s the equivalent of becoming powerless for him. He’s effectively cut off from the thing that gives him purpose and makes him feel safe, like he knows what he’s doing. Take that away and he’s a nothing, a nobody.
QUIRKS
- He bounces his legs a lot when sitting. He’s not sure if it’s a nervous habit or not, but he usually does it without realizing.
- He always manages to get his hands on the most advanced laptop brand on the market, though how he does so is a well-kept secret of his.
- Arthur’s idea of flirting involves explaining rather intricate and elaborate designs for weapons and robots, not actual flirting.
- He has freckles and wears glasses for his shitty, nearsighted vision.
- When annoyed with someone, he makes sure to get revenge by giving their electronics glitches.
OVERALL PERSONALITY
Arthur is not seen as the nicest person in the world.
Stubborn, foul-mouthed, temperamental, argumentative, cynical, and a whole slew of other uncomplimentary and unlikable traits. His infamous temper flares up often and without warning--though he tries his hardest to maintain it--and alongside that temper comes sharp, sneering remarks uttered by a knifed tongue. He hates to lose and will argue until blue in the mouth if it means the other person will give up (though he never strays into personal remarks, keeping the argument on topic; he isn’t about to commit any fallacies).
He has a increasingly pessimistic view of the world, unable to see how anything can get better when they are obviously going to get much, much worse, regardless of superheroes and their good intentions. Though he shows massive enthusiasm for any technological pursuits, it can be said that his own intentions are not always the most noble, and occasionally his way of achieving his means is not the most ethical (nor is his retribution to those that slander him). He isn’t afraid to play dirty. Somehow he will find something to abhor in everyone. However, he will always repay a debt, doesn’t make promises he can’t keep, and keeps the promises he makes.
Though there’s something to be said about all the things he dislikes about himself. He’s overly introspective and hyper aware of all his faults. He hides behind his witty retorts and mischievous smirks to protect himself--he knows all the poor qualities of his character, therefore no one can hurt him by pointing them out, because he is expressing them openly and unabashedly.
Despite all of his unsavory traits, Arthur shows himself to be a loyal, protective friend, though he is cautious about trusting others, making it difficult to get him to open up. Behind all that snark and lack of laughter is a witty sense of humor and the ability to make fun of himself and kindly tease others in a very sarcastic way. Unfortunately, his facade has misconstrued his “kind teasing” into attacks. If asked why he acts so hostile in the first place, Arthur will turn away with a blush across his cheeks, muttering something or another about not wanting to give people the wrong idea.
He’s industrious, persevering, responsible, diligent, and honest. One can count on Arthur to be an attentive listener and an open ear, willing to allow others to vent their problems without the threat of him becoming aggressive towards them. Contrary to the image he tries to convey, he does recognize when to listen and when to help solve the problem. Though he may beat around the bush, he doesn’t like to lie and rarely does so.
Arthur’s mind is the sharpest of all his qualities. His academic skills are superb and his ability to think creatively and on the spot are exceptional. He possesses a wide berth of knowledge regarding physics and mathematics. Should anyone talk to him about his interests, he brightens into an enthusiastic conversational partner (let it be known that his conversational skills otherwise can be characterized as reserved and awkward).
Many will be surprised to find that Arthur is actually quite soft-spoken and that his infamous temper is a rare occurrence, something that usually flares when around too many people. He’s easily flustered and isn’t terribly social in the first place, proving that his outspoken and vicious personality when around his fellow students is really just a facade. When interacting with others, he has a cool head and demeanor until it ends up shaken.
He concentrates strongly on tasks, though he sometimes manages to be airheaded and is incredibly talented at losing things (one time, he lost his laptop in his own dorm room and didn’t find it until a week later). He fancies himself a gentleman but is really a hopeless romantic at heart and, too afraid to commit to anything other than his projects, is unable to think straight at the prospect of a relationship that crosses the line of “decent friends”. He even doubts his abilities to form platonic relationships (though he rarely gives himself the chance to succeed).
If given the opportunity, Arthur will open up to another person and drop the mask he wears. All it takes is patience--then Arthur will prove himself to be a caring, compassionate person willing to defend those that he loves.
`ACTING ON YOUR BEST BEHAVIOR, TURN YOUR BACK ON MOTHER NATURE!
[/ul][/font][/font]His breath caught before it could escape his mouth. The ground rumbled to life beneath his feet, pebbles clattering across the asphalt surface and leaves shaking themselves loose of their branches. He clutched at the chain-link fence with his fingertips, hanging onto it like a lifeline, and pressed his face closer, eyes wide in anticipation. Next to him, a yellow sign read “No entry”.
Visiting launch pads never lost their appeal for him, no matter how many times he was scolded for sneaking out to watch. There was something about watching tons upon tons of equipment take off into the atmosphere into the stars above that never bored Arthur, never ceased to amaze him. It made him want to risk getting in trouble with his parents, the law, his school--it didn’t matter. He’d skip class to watch this. Not everyone got to watch rocket launches on a regular basis. Besides, he could just change the attendance to say he’d been present later.
Arthur swallowed around the lump in his throat and stared. The base of the rocket became engulfed in a billowing cloud of thick, grey smoke. The body started to lift, and soon enough the rocket was off the ground, rising into the sky and leaving behind a tower of exhaust. Wind whipped his scarf around his face. The bright flame emitted from the engines flared towards the ground. Its thundering roar filled the air, beat against Arthur’s eardrums.
He whooped and grinned, craning his neck back to watch the rocket ascend until he was leaning back in order to see its shrinking shape. A deafening boom sounded from high above.
Arthur scrambled for a foothold in the chain link fence, pulling himself up and leaning his chest on top of the metal. He absently wondered how much time it had taken to build this new satellite as he traced its design in his mind. He also wondered what would happen if he could steer the rockets from where he stood.
He couldn’t, of course. He was too far away. He couldn’t help but give it a try, though.
Minutes later the rocket was completely out of sight and the area around the launch pad was quiet. He quietly hopped down from the fence and rubbed at his nose, nipped red by the cold wind. He shoved one hand in his pocket and dragged his other along the metal as he walked, glancing over his shoulder for any sign of personnel.
He wanted to ask when the next launch would be.
Visiting launch pads never lost their appeal for him, no matter how many times he was scolded for sneaking out to watch. There was something about watching tons upon tons of equipment take off into the atmosphere into the stars above that never bored Arthur, never ceased to amaze him. It made him want to risk getting in trouble with his parents, the law, his school--it didn’t matter. He’d skip class to watch this. Not everyone got to watch rocket launches on a regular basis. Besides, he could just change the attendance to say he’d been present later.
Arthur swallowed around the lump in his throat and stared. The base of the rocket became engulfed in a billowing cloud of thick, grey smoke. The body started to lift, and soon enough the rocket was off the ground, rising into the sky and leaving behind a tower of exhaust. Wind whipped his scarf around his face. The bright flame emitted from the engines flared towards the ground. Its thundering roar filled the air, beat against Arthur’s eardrums.
He whooped and grinned, craning his neck back to watch the rocket ascend until he was leaning back in order to see its shrinking shape. A deafening boom sounded from high above.
Arthur scrambled for a foothold in the chain link fence, pulling himself up and leaning his chest on top of the metal. He absently wondered how much time it had taken to build this new satellite as he traced its design in his mind. He also wondered what would happen if he could steer the rockets from where he stood.
He couldn’t, of course. He was too far away. He couldn’t help but give it a try, though.
Minutes later the rocket was completely out of sight and the area around the launch pad was quiet. He quietly hopped down from the fence and rubbed at his nose, nipped red by the cold wind. He shoved one hand in his pocket and dragged his other along the metal as he walked, glancing over his shoulder for any sign of personnel.
He wanted to ask when the next launch would be.
`EVERYBODY WANTS TO RULE THE WORLD!
AGE 17
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I am Arthur Kirkland and I am a SIDEKICK!
I am Arthur Kirkland and I am a SIDEKICK!
