BARTON, MICHAEL CONNER

[MICHAEL CONNER BARTON]

* michael c. barton ,

* start with basics ,
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]

FULL NAME Michael Conner Barton

NICKNAMES Mike

DATE OF BIRTH April, 23.

AGE Twenty

GRADE/YEAR Junior

ELEMENT Thunder

SEXUALITY Heterosexual

MARITAL STATUS Single

* into the mirror ,
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]

CELEBRITY CLAIM Richard Madden

EYE COLOUR Blue

HAIR COLOUR Brown

HEIGHT & WEIGHT 5’11” 150lbs

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES N/A

CLOTHING STYLE Anything casual (t-shirt, jeans, sneakers), nothing too fancy. Will dress up if the occasion calls for it. Usually seen in greens, browns, and grays.

* deeper than skin ,
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]

POSITIVE TRAITS

• Courteous
  
• Reserved
  
• Independent
  

NEGATIVE TRAITS

• Blunt
  
• Vindictive
  
• Shrewd
  

LIKES

• Chess
  
• Learning
  
• Running
  
• Autumn
  
• Reading
  

DISLIKES

• Hot Weather
  
• Clingy People
  
• Unmotivated Individuals
  
• Junk Food
  
• Back Talk
  

STRENGTHS

• Articulate
  
• Respectful
  
• Astute
  

WEAKNESSES

• Sullen
  
• Narrow Minded
  
• Unforgiving
  

FEARS

• Fear of Oceans
  
• Not being able to support himself after completing school
  
• Disappointing his younger brother Brandon
  

BEST MEMORY
Any time spent with his younger brother. Now that he is at the Academy Michael has been in higher spirits.
WORST MEMORY
Getting tangled up in seaweed during a summer vacation and almost drowning. Since then Michael has refused to go into large bodies of natural water such as oceans.
LONG-TERM GOAL To settle down and have a family. Hopefully can become a teacher at the Academy (elemental studies for High School students)

* past reflections ,
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]

MOTHER Jennifer Claire Barton (49), Lawyer.

FATHER Benjamin Neil Barton (51), Lawyer.

SIBLINGS Brandon Joseph Barton (14), Student at the Academy.

OTHER N/A

HISTORY

Michael has had a pretty rough life. He grew up in a medium sized city in Florida. At a young age Michael was left on his own by both his parents who were too busy in their work lives to care for him like they should. Due to this neglect, the kid went off and joined a small town gang of rough and rowdy boys who never caused too much trouble. If anything they were more of a nuisance to the sleepy little town. Michael enjoyed his time with this group of guys, but as the years went on their crimes became more violent. Now, Michael wasn’t much of a violence kind of guy. He swore to himself to never physically harm another person or take their valuables for his personal gain. Unlike the others, he had a conscience and a good set of morals.

At the age of 13, Michael and his rough and tough boys were playing on the infamous hill where lightning struck the most. Out of the blue, as was normal, a lightning storm rolled into the city striking the ground with 200 bolts of lightning per minute. The boys scattered, but before they all made it, a bolt struck down and zapped Tim, the eldest member of the group. He was dead before his body hit the ground. Unlike his buddy, Michael made it through the storm without a single bit of harm to his persons. When he awoke in the field, he was alone and static jumped all over his body. He sat up confused and frightened, but the electricity didn’t hurt. It tickled with a warm, fuzzy sensation. Facing his palms together a stream of electricity formed between them. Moments later it disappeared as the sounds of an ambulance zoomed to his aid.

The folks in town heard about the incident and talked about him behind his back. They said he was odd, different than they were. It didn’t make sense that Tim died and Michael lived. Shortly after the incident, the 13 year old began to notice strange things happening. Every time he touched a bit of metal, it gave off a powerful electric shock that did hurt somewhat, but would have been far more painful for others. In time he began to believe that the lightning had messed with his body. The child in him believed he had super powers. In a way, he was right., though the storm had nothing to do with Michael’s new found gift. However, Michael had always had the ability to manipulate electricity and he wasn’t really a superhero.

The boy’s parents also began to take notice of Michael and his newfound powers. At first, they tried to deny it, but as the years rolled by things were getting out of hand. Michael had spoken to a mysterious stranger in town, who turned out to be a scout from the Academy of the Elements. It seemed interesting, better than what his parents had planned for him. Michael had never been interested in school when he was younger, but the scouts really didn’t give him a choice. So, talking to his parents, they hastily agreed to let him join the Academy. Later, Michael realized they just wanted him out of their hair. So be it, he thought. He never cared for them, just like they never cared for him.

So, at the age of 17, Michael had been through a lot of change during his high school year, but he made it through. It was a feeling of accomplishment that he had never felt before. It empowered him, made him feel stronger like he was now a better person for having passed what the Academy threw at him. He knew that his powers could get him in trouble and kept them under wraps not wanting to get kicked out before he had the chance to do anything. Two weeks before his graduation, he ended up sticking around Maple Hollow in hope of completing college, something he never would have imagined doing during his childhood. Reformed from his time at school, Michael hopes to become a teacher and give back to the Academy in the future and the students that pass through it’s halls.

* puppet on a string ,
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]

YOUR NAME Connor

YOUR AGE 22

RP EXPERIENCE Four years

HOW'D YOU FIND US? Advertisement

SECRET WORD Correct.

RP SAMPLE

Saturday was a day of leisure for anyone who wasn't Catherine Shaw. Being the Mayor of a town seemingly full of complete imbeciles did not give her the privilege of a day off, but following an ungodly amount of paperwork and a meeting with the city council to determine if rezoning was needed to make way for new businesses (which it wasn't, as it wasn't very cost effective and she had already given everyone a livelihood when she created this damn town), Catherine left her office after informing her assistant that she would be taking a long lunch. She wished to pick up Josh and spend a little time with him before he was shipped off to Emma's for the night, as it seemed with everything going on lately that she was lacking quite a bit in the mothering department.

Guilt was a powerful motivator and Catherine's had recently been eating her alive more often than not. Though it couldn't be helped that she was constantly busy with work, she found it to be rather horrendous that she was spending more time with Emma than her own son as of late. It wasn't acceptable, in any sense of the situation, so she picked Josh up from the house ten minutes later, tearing him away from his comics with the promises of hot chocolate and mother/son bonding time.

He seemed more excited about the treat than her, but Catherine would take her victories where she could get them nowadays, as they seemed so few and far between.

"Did you do something bad?" Josh asked her as they sat across from each other in a booth at the local diner, steaming cups of hot chocolate in front of them that Catherine was unsure she could actually stomach drinking. It was a needless amount of calories and sugar, but as Josh liked it, Catherine made a point to push down her displeasure and take a hesitant sip.

His question surprised her. "What do you mean?"

Josh shrugged, fidgeting in his seat slightly. He was always uncomfortable around her lately and it made Catherine's heart ache, but Fred was convinced it was only a phase and so she tried to ride it out, patiently waiting until the time he would come round. "You never give me sweets," he pointed out, which was true. It was the guilt factor; it seemed to make Catherine do the unexpected. "And you're letting me sleep over Emma's again. I thought you hated her."

Catherine pursed her lips slightly, trying to think of how to word her explanation. After a moment she told him patiently. "Miss Calaway and I have come to an… arrangement." Her nails drummed against the ceramic cup in her hands before she finished, "I thought you would be pleased."

Josh said nothing, merely staring into the bottom of his cup.

Catherine reached across the table, concerned about his behavior, and tried to lightly cover his hand with hers. "Josh, what is it?" Her son pulled away from her touch. Catherine tried to not let it show that it bothered her, but when she pulled back her hand it was almost dejectedly.

"I don't want you guys to be friends," he said finally.

Catherine would hardly call her relationship with Emma Calaway friendly, but that still begged the question, "Why not?" She had believed Josh wished her to get along with his birthmother so that he would get to spend more time with her. And although Josh did seem happy every time Emma would come to pick him up, there seemed to be something more important beneath the surface to warrant his displeasure with the situation.

Josh hesitated for a moment, seemingly unsure if he should answer. But finally he looked up at her, determination in his eyes as he told his mother, "Because she’s my birth mother. You’re not.”

Catherine stared at him for a moment, trying not to let his words sting her in the way that only he could ever achieve as she forced herself to release a sigh. It came out more frustrated than patient. "I'm trying to be very patient with this phase, but you're starting to hurt my feelings, Josh. Do you understand that? I'm just trying to do what's best for you and I wish you could see that."

Josh looked a little ashamed of himself at the mention of hurt feelings, yet he still eyed her with a fair amount of distrust. Catherine wished it wasn't warranted, but the truth was that he was right about everything. Perhaps it wasn't fair of her to lie to Josh like this, but Catherine was convinced it was better that he never know the truth; it was far too much for a young boy to handle. But more than that, there was the selfish part of her that knew that if he ever knew, truly knew all the evil that she had done, then he would never be able to look at her the same again. That would destroy the only part of her heart, the only semblance of love that she had left in this world. Josh was her everything; she couldn't lose him.

[STARK FROM JOISEY]

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