Post by JC Bytes. on Aug 12, 2007 20:20:17 GMT -5
Ech. There are plenty of misspellings within this little app of mind. The spell check button quit working and I don't feel like reopening word. Forgive me?
The character.
Name JaColby Mae Byte
Nickname(s): He prefers to be called 'JC'. He also goes by 'Cobra' because of the tattoo that slithers along the right side of his body. Others include: J, Mae [which is loathes] and Colby.
Age: 22
Mutations/Abilities: Major -Elasticity ;; The ability to stretch any part of one's body to any great length. Minors -Poison Touch ;; Fingertips secrete a type of toxin and, Disintegration ;;Ability to disintegrate matter through touch.
Face Claim: Ian Somerhalden.
Appearance: JC is hardly the guy to lean towards being the 'strong silent type.' His emotions are nearly always worn on his sleeve - the four being rage, contempt, desire and disgust - and his expression often reflecting on what he's thinking at the moment.
He does take in to consideration the sort of clothes he wears. Whether or not anyone likes to admit it, the way you present yourself matters nowadays, and oversized, wrinkled shirts are just not the way to go for him. Upon first impression, most would say that he looks 'clean', often carried through with crisp dress shirts, band t's and zip up sweaters on more casual days. Jeans may be the staple when it comes to pants, but there are a mix of cargos and whatnots stashed away in his closet - always held up by a belt. But despite the range in dresswear, around his neck will always be an exact replica of a 0.7 dunlop pick hung loosely on a string.
His eyes are an intense shade of blue, most of the time commented to be unnatural and even 'out of the world'. They'll easily make you feel uncomfortable under its glare, especially if you've got something to hide. On the other hand, they can be the most gorgeous pair of eyes you'll lay your gaze upon once you've made your way to his good side ¨Cwhich is a very difficult task, as JC believes in the term 'guilty until proven innocent', even in less extreme measures; so maybe it'd be more precise to put it as staying on his good side. Besides being an acquired taste, they do have a way of holding on to any chosen gaze for as long as it likes, whether the other person likes it or not. It's something that you don't ever want to get near to, but once you have you can't stop. Not quite as dangerous as drugs, but others may disagree.
Never really being one of those people that invest too much effort into changing his own appearance, the fact that his hair stays as an unruly mob on top of his head comes as no surprise to those that know him well. It's medium brown in colour, and has been ever since his freshmen year of high school, going through little except for unnoticeable length and tidiness.
Body piercing and tattoos are one of the things that JC has laughed at quite often whilst he was younger, yet he some how ended up with both at the age of thirteen. A few bad decisions led to a pierced ear and lifelong image of a cobra slithering down the right side of his body. JC stands at about 6'2", average height for a man of his age and is rather bulked up from the years of boarding alone with nothing but a metal bar above his head.
Most would believe that his arms and/or legs would appear gangly because of his elastic-like behavior, but it's quite the contrary. His muscles are tight, joints well attached and head square upon his well tanned neck and shoulders.
Family:
{Mother --Ellie Mae Joesphs. -deceased.
{Father --Jacolby Michael Bytes. -MIA.
{Sibling --Jacorey Michael Byets. -deceased.
Personal History Being born the bastard child of a drug addict and alcoholic doesn’t really start you out at a good point in life. Add a few genetic mutations, a second son, a father who goes missing and a little spice into the mix and there you have it; Jacolby Mae Byte Junior. The male was birthed in a run-down hospital not too far off of the 610 freeway in Houston, Texas. He was the epitome of an accident, both in the actual pregnancy of Elliet Joseph and the whole delivery process. At least he didn’t cause her too much anguish… the female spent a total of two hours in labor with her first son, her husband, Jacolby, standing by her side the whole way through.
The boy’s first six years of life were rather grand. Or well, they were as good as it got considering his parent’s addictions, though they did try to slow the drug usage and alcohol consumption down a bit. The family of three began to move around frequently, from mother's house to trashy apartment, after Joe and Elliet got hitched on a short Vegas trip. During the ceremony and the after party the young couple left their two year old son in the back of an unlocked vehicle. Let’s just say that they weren’t what one would call, ‘responsible’. Nonetheless, the managed to keep everything together until their second child, Jacorey, was born.
A big brother! Now at the age of seven, just the thought of it all sent a momentary wave of pride through him. This meant that JC had someone to take care of, someone to protect, and someone to look up to him. Life was going to be great, for the child now had a personal slave! All he had to do was train him. That wouldn’t be too hard, right? After many teary-eyed tantrums Colby was finally granted the privilege to hold his baby brother who’d just reached the age of eighteen months.
At this point in time, the father figure had been gone on his cigarette run for a good eight months now, and his mother just needed a little time to wash up the dishes. No matter the reason for why the little one had been handed off to him, or the parent that was missing in action, a bright smile illuminated the male’s face as he cradled the baby to his chest.
However, the grin diminished rather quickly as Corey began to wail. Soon, JC began to frantically rock the small child on his shoulders as the crying continued. Jacolby became fed up with the incessant cries within his ear after another three to four minutes, lifting the young one from his shoulder and into the air before him, the older male’s facial features twisted with both rage and aggravation as his fingers began to dig into the boy’s back. “Shut up!” He screeched, though trying to keep his voice down. JC couldn’t let his mother find about this; he had to prove that he could it, prove that he could handle a boy less than two years old. Now shaking Jacorey rather viciously, the son of six dug his fingers deeper into his brother whilst resisting the urge to drop him and cover his ears. He continued on in his movements, flailing the tiny being around in the air even after the wailing ceased, even after he caught a glimpse of Ellie entering the room…after she stole the corpse from his very palms.
The mother, Ellie, became teary eyed as she nestled the infant’s body close to hers. After a moment of silent appreciation, she pulled him away from her and surveyed both his front and back sides, her emerald gaze lingering on purple finger prints upon his back. She rested the small corpse within its crib before turning her attention onto her eldest, the female’s features now contorted with rage, if not agony. Without a word, she caught a hold of Jacolby’s wrist, and a fire began to burn in her eye as she drug him from the room, kicking and screaming.
“But, I didn’t mean to! I swear I didn’t…” the six-year-old’s blatant cries went upon death ears. He thrashed back and forth, right and left trying to wiggle out of his mother’s grasps, but his movements had no visible effect. Instantly the panic washed out of him, and was replaced with acerbity. She hadn’t even given him the chance to explain! She didn’t give him a chance; why wasn’t she listening!?!
Tear’s streaked his under developed attributes, as he gripped onto a doorknob, willing for his grasp to stick. And… it did. Ellie emitted a short gasp as she whipped around from across the room, spotting her son’s body snuggled up against the bathroom door more than ten feet away from her, though his arm was still within her grasps. She jerked at his arm, snapping the small one’s body toward her, “You killed my son!” The female paused as if she was trying to give the words a moment to sink in, “you killed my son, you freak!” Now, it was JC’s turn to become appalled. His jaw dropped, eyes flashed from their normal piercing blue to a coal black, and his mother screamed as his grips burned into her skin. He closed his eyes, praying for the noise to come to an end, and once his eyelids fluttered upon, there was nothing but a short pile of ash before him.
As of two days before his seventh birthday, he’d been left alone.
JC peered down at his palms and parted his lips to scream, but no sound escaped. He stood like that, hands stretched before him, eyes and mouth both wide open, for a moment before finally passing out where he stood. There was no way that this could be real.
The male later awoke in the presence of two strangers, one male and his canine. Though he’d boarded with them for a total of nine years, JC was never granted the privilege of knowing his ‘father’s’ name. When asked, the elder would wave a hand in the air and emit something along the lines of ‘it doesn’t matter’. ‘Father’ laid down the laws of the land, and homeschooled the poor child. He was an in-home mutant who preferred the real world instead of some faux reality created to contain the unique. After many of year, Jacolby had come to master the arts, understand his mutations, and control himself. Unfortunately, he wasn’t so well on with the last. The Human Project, soon found their way into JC’s small home on various ‘tips’ of the genetically transmuted residing there. Without any hesitation what so ever, the elderly man went ablaze, killing all that beseeched him with no remorse. Once the damage was done, ‘Father’ shipped Colby to Blackbriar where he’d be able to receive the appropriate attention.
That was the last that JC ever saw of him.
Growing up, he’d been an outcast among ordinary humans, because he was a freak, just like every other mutant out there, he wanted to belong. Sadly, it didn’t quite work out that way. Upon arrival to the mutant community, JC was taken to some sort of hidden, underground lab. The scientists –what he thought they were at that time—wanted to probe the boy, drug him, test on him. How was this different? How was this supposed to be a big change from the outside world?!? He began to overreact by stretching his arms across the room, disintegrating randomly selected pieces of equipment/furniture here and there, and releasing a deadly poison to all that he could lay his hands on. Evidently the ‘doctors’ weren’t too powerful, for a sixteen year old boy had taken them out.
Despite the chaos that he’d caused underground, Colby wasn’t shunned out too much by the ones above. They didn’t stare at him because of some odd deformity nor did they know of his past, so he pretty much had the chance to start all over, too bad it all happened again once he’d made his way into Blackbriar University. During his freshman year, the past began to repeat it’s self. To keep a long story short, JC began in one of his fits in the middle of his Literature class and incidentally killed two of his professors. Aggravated with both himself and his situation, JC took off from the school only to bump heads with the infamous Lucian Stone. Let’s just say that Stone made Bytes an offer that he couldn’t quite refuse.
[ack. okay. i'm done with this.]
Personality: A perfect word to describe Jacolby would be unstable. Sorry, I meant a perfect word to describe unstable would be Jacolby. He's what most would title the epitome of twisted, and many have claimed that he has taken sadistic onto a new level. Ack, but we can't forget that he's sardonic too.
To anyone who is familiar with the term bi-polar disorder, they might be able to relate a little more to JC's situation, but by far not enough. The constant emotional highs and lows are always daunting to those that are around him for a long period of time. His moods are unpredictable, but if there were times when he'd have fits of hysteria it would usually follow with frustration and confusion.
Sometimes people with bi-polar disorder have bursts of 'artistic mania', where they are creatively and artistically inclined for a short period of time. It seems as though this 'mania' doesn't appl to Mister Bytes. Instead of running around around and making the most of his time, Colby tends to thrash things. Whether throwing shelves, breaking windows, or disntergrating the belongings of others with his very fingertips, most should watch out, for he can only take out his anger on an inanimate object for so long. Once the pieces of furniture within his vicinity are all tattered, JC tends to target moving objects. Sometimes pets, sometimes swingsets, sometimes the closest being.
You know how most people's palms become sweaty when they're nervous? Well, you won't have to worry about sweat whilst around J, for he doesn't care about another's opinion enough to become nervous or apprehensive. Instead, you should be wary of the poison. Keep the fact that he can disintegrate matter through touch in mind. Born with these abilities, Bytes is pretty good about controlling it all... just as great with it as he is when it comes to his temper. Yes... loads of self-control. [Note the Sarcasm.]
The young male doesn't only wreck things when he's overcome with rage. On the contrary, he also does it in his free time. He's never been one to enjoy seeing other's happy, and often finds a means of destroying the object/being of their effection in order to light his own features with a smile.
Nonetheless, he has had copious amounts of support throughout his life, though Unfortunately for the rest of the world, bi-polar disorder isn't easily treated and hasn't necessarily gotten easier to cope with throughout the years. The only thing that has gotten easier to cope with was the idea of it, and JaColby realized that as corny as it sounds, being bi-polar is only a small fragment of who he is, along side sadism and his genetic mutations.
And by that he's right.
Ever since high school he had been one of those more intellectual guys. Perhaps intellectual might be the wrong word, as he's more into politics, literature, history and the arts rather than science and math (fine, in fact, he's rubbish at math) but either way there's no other way to put into words precisely how JC always has a thorough understanding of things in a way that no one else can grasp. He's opinionated on issues ranging from small local news to global catastrophes.
His physical abilities also lie outside the boundaries of a normal human. Not only was the male blessed with the power to emit a venomous liquid through his finger tips, and the ability to disinigrate matter through touch, but can also stretch like a rubber band. He tends to use this trait to his own personal advantage when battling an oponent, or taking part in a physical activity, which he doesn't do too often.
So ok, if you managed to get past the bi-polar disorder, the overwhelming confidence in the way he speaks of political issues, or about himself, and even the surprising athleticism he solemnly shows nowadays, you'll come to see that Jacolby is...well, nice. Oh wait... you forgot about the sadism. The fact that he likes to see small childrens' faces contort in anguish, or grown men cry in terror, sort of ruins the whole nice image. Eh, and there's also the fact that he can kill without the slightest twinge or regret.
Besides, Nice is a boring word, and a boring trait, which is probably why he overlooks most 'nice' beings.. Nice guys finish last now, don't they? If this is true then that puts JC in the lead. When it comes to women, the male can easily turn on his charm, and though he may not beable to manipulate pheromones, he'd be able to win her over within half the hour, it not less. It's all a matter on if she's worth it or not. Easy to get girls, definetly aren't, whilst those who play to hard usually end up finishing the game alone.
Fears:
{Athazagoraphobia- Fear of being forgotton.
{Aphenphosmphobia- Fear of being touched.
{Cheimatophobia- Fear of cold.
{Agateophobia- Fear of insanity.
{Arsonphobia- Fear of fire.
Strengths: Can you say...flexible? His elastic-like behavior gives him an upper hand on most physical activities, though he isn't quite the strongest in the area because of his sub-human masculinity. JC has always had a way with words and has a mind for history, literature and the sciences. He can easily be masked as 'diabolical'.
Weaknesses: He can bend, twist, and stretch like a rubberband. Unfortunately, for the infamous Cobra, this also means that he can be destroyed as a rubber band can as well. Extreme temperatures either high or low, are detrimental to his health, and rather sharp objects tend to pose a threat to his being too. As if this wasn't enough, the male can only stretch so far...
You.
Alias: Tera
Experience: For about a year now.
How’d you hear about us? The voice in my head. [Creator]
Other: I'm a musicFREAK, role-playFREAK, danceFREAK... etc.
Role playing Sample: It was a bit late for a campus tour, but she’d consented to it anyway. Due to the fact, that she was in Philadelphia during freshman orientation, she’d sort of missed the whole formal ordeal with her other classmates. Oh well. The female figure had been in school for a good two weeks before the staff realized that something had been wrong. Maybe, the constant tardies had tipped them off? Who knows? All that this girl did know was that she got the day to herself to just wonder and get a feel of the place. So… why not start on the outside?
Stepping outside of the main doors, a slick smile contorted Noelle’s features. God, she loved the outdoors. That free feeling that crept down her spine, when the wind hit her. The way that the night’s air generally illuminated other’s eyes. The way that the sun and moon sat… okay, well you get the point. With a smirk, the freshman bounded down the school steps and began across the courtyard, taking in every detail. You’d think that after two weeks, she’d pretty much know the place down to shards of grass, but it was kind of hard to take in the scenery when your head was in the clouds, and you were being forced along the current. For example if you stepped into the hall when the final bell rung, you were sure to flow right out of the doors, and through the school gates, with everyone else. This girl loathed being like everyone else. Elle would much rather be called a freak then, average. The only problem; she didn’t know what was quite considered average.
Looking up at the sky, she was searching for shapes in the clouds. This was, undoubtedly, one of her favorite things to do. Most people didn't understand why. She didn't even really understand it. But that didn't really matter. "An ostrich," Noelle stated, after finding something vaguely ostrich-shaped up in the clouds. Or at least, something that looked enough like her idea of an ostrich. But she didn't know much about ostriches at all. Except, according to something she'd read, their eyes were bigger than their brains. And that was pretty cool.
And suddenly, she decided that it was quite funny how she'd decided it was an ostrich simply because she wanted it to be. Pretty cool, the powers the mind had. Because, suddenly, it was quite clear that this was not an ostrich but instead a stop sign. But she could just as easily convince herself that it was something else entirely. See, now she was sure that it had to be one of those huge lollipops, withe the pretty swirls and colors. Yes, that was it. She laughed.
Draped in a pair of tattered, painter’s overalls, with a white t-shirt, the hazel eyed female peered over her shoulder as she walked. It was a bit of a habit; watching out to see if she was being followed. Heh, guess you could say that she was slightly paranoid. Two year old, white Nikes padded the ground softly, as the girl proceeded toward the school gates. It wasn’t until; her foot suddenly hit something that Elle turned her attention back onto her path.
Great, just her luck. Her cheeks flushed and she took several steps back. “Er… sorry,” she offered up what she thought was a sincere smile, whilst her eyes pleaded for forgiveness. [/blockquote][/sup]
