Post by ben on Sept 25, 2012 19:01:44 GMT -5
* michael c. turner ,
* start with basics ,
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]
FULL NAME Michael Charles Turner
NICKNAMES N/A
DATE OF BIRTH February, 16.
AGE Fifteen Years of Age
GRADE/YEAR Tenth Grade
ELEMENT Thunder
SEXUALITY Pansexual
MARITAL STATUS Single
* into the mirror ,
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]
CELEBRITY CLAIM Logan Lerman
EYE COLOUR Stormy Grey
HAIR COLOUR Dark Brown
HEIGHT & WEIGHT 5'8 & 147 lb
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES Michael's eyes are probably his most prominent feature, not just their color, but the fact that they're the only part of him that ever reveals any kind of emotion.
CLOTHING STYLE His clothing is probably the lowest thing on his list of priorities. Anything he finds comfortable is fine with him.
* deeper than skin ,
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]
POSITIVE TRAITS
- Witty
- Usually Calm
- Analytical
- Thoughtful
- Empathetic (strangely)
NEGATIVE TRAITS
- Stubborn
- Judgemental
- Can be Irritable
- Vindictive
- Overbearing
LIKES
- Storms
- Reading
- Writing
- Learning new things
- Succeeding
DISLIKES
- Sunny days
- Failing
- Large groups of people
- Getting bored
- Excessive amounts of emotion (the empathetic aspect of him has its limits)
STRENGTHS
- Intelligent
- Determined
- Fast leaner (Although he can't seem to master his abilities any faster than his peers, which frustrates him)
WEAKNESSES
- Somewhat off-putting at first
- Has a hard time displaying emotion
- Doesn't trust easily
FEARS
- Small spaces
- His grandfather dying
- Failing also doubles as a fear of his.
BEST MEMORY The time Michael's grandfather first took him into his personal library and handed him a dusty old book. He didn't know it at the time, but he'd be spending more hours than he'd ever be able to count in there.
WORST MEMORY When he was taken away from his mother, that is a day he'll never forget, and a memory that still haunts him.
LONG-TERM GOAL To do something great and have his name forever recorded in the history books.
* past reflections ,
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]
MOTHER Elizabeth Cecilia Turner (Greene) (42), Unknown.
FATHER Aaron Richard Turner (35 at time of death), Deceased
SIBLINGS None
OTHER Earl Damian Turner (68), retired. The most influential person in Michael's life. Earl is the greatest role model, best friend, and most beloved person to Michael.
HISTORY Michael was born to Aaron and Elizabeth Turner, both were ecstatic at the birth of their first child and nurtured him well. Two years went by, and that was when the complications with Aaron's health started, which never got any better. After the loss of his father, to cancer, Michael's mother spiraled into depression getting worse and worse as the weeks progressed. Eventually it was decided that Elizabeth was no longer fit to care for Michael. His grandfather was the one chosen as his new guardian and so Michael, only four years old at the time, was taken away from his mother.
At the time Michael was confused and had no idea of what was going on, he had never even met this old man who smelled strongly of tobacco and had eyes that matched his own. Although it took quite a while, slowly he accepted the circumstances and carried the few memories he had of his parents with him. What didn't take long was for him to came to like his new home and caretaker. The large house belonging to his grandfather had so many rooms, mostly dusty and old, but so interesting and full of secrets. The library was his favorite room though, filled with shelves containing books on numerous subjects. Michael grew to love reading and even writing, and it was in the library that he spent time developing those skills.
He attended school, but did not learn nearly as much as he did studying with his grandfather. Schoolwork was easy and Michael blew through it if it were as simple as learning his ABC's. He had already learned from his grandfather and the many books he read most of what was being taught after all. That was how the years went by, eventually leading to a few weeks after his thirteenth birthday. It was the day he first showed signs of being an elemental, and the first day it was all explained to him. Michael's affinity with the element of Thunder came from his father, who had inherited it from his father which was Michael's grandfather. Of course he would have to be sent to school, something that excited him at first, but saddened him when he realized it would be his new home for most of the year. What was worse though was while attending this new school for the first time he did not have an easy time with all of his studies, but it has only pushed him to work that much harder.
* puppet on a string ,
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]
YOUR NAME Ben
YOUR AGE I'm older than thirteen, that's for sure.
RP EXPERIENCE Just a couple months
HOW'D YOU FIND US? Good 'ol Google
SECRET WORD Correct
RP SAMPLEJon stood up and walked out of his office, past Aurors and towards the elevator he ignored most everything around him. He had been given another cushy assignment, this was something he truly couldn't stand. As the years had gone by Jon had been receiving easier and easier jobs, there was never anything exciting anymore, they thought he was to old, washed up. The metal gates moved aside as the lift he had stopped in front of allowed him access. He side and stepped into the metal box.
It wasn't long after that he was walking up a long, cobblestone path to a good sized cottage. Jon tapped his aged hand against the door and waited to be let in. A woman answered the door, her brown hair was tied up in a bun and her brow was dotted with drops of sweat. "Hello" she said, "what can I do for you?" Jon returned the smile, "I'm looking for a Mr. Argus Armont" he replied. "Oh, that'll be my husband" the woman said gesturing for him to come in, "he's in his study, follow me."
Jon followed her through the house, two children raced past him at one point and the woman gave the two a scolding and sent them off. They reached a door near the back of the cottage and the woman walked in, "a man's here to see you" she said. Argus stood up from behind his desk and walked over to them, "I wasn't expecting anyone today" he said holding his hand out. Jon took it and they shook hands, "Jonathan Kane. I have some business to discuss with you Mr. Armont." "I'll leave you to it then" the woman said disappearing down the hall. Argus waved Jon in and closed the door behind him.
"Would you like a drink?" Argus asked nodding to a glass bottle filled with amber liquid on the counter to the left of his desk. Jon held up his hand and shook his head, "no, no, but thank you." Argus nodded and took a seat behind his desk, Jon sat in a chair across from him. They spoke for a few minutes, just idle chat. "Your an interesting person, Mr. Kane" Argus said, "Whatever business you have here I'm sure it'll be to my liking." Jon set his hands in his lap, "oh, I don't know about that" he said, he was silent for a moment as a smile played at his lips, "Mr. Armont, I'm here to arrest you."
