Post by /Nicholas Warner/ on Jul 29, 2010 14:58:57 GMT -8
Nicholas Ezra Warner
[/center]( The Basics )
( Full Name)[/color] Nicholas Ezra Warner
( Nickname )[/color] Nick
( Age )[/color] 18
( Birthdate )[/color] December 17
( Sex )[/color] Male
( Hometown )[/color] Brooklyn
( Class )[/color] Senior
( Sexuality )[/color] Straight
( Played By )[/color] Zachary Quinto
( Their Power)
( Ability )[/color] Innate Capability (Intuitive aptitude), and Psychokinesis (Telekinesis)
( Type of Power )[/color] Mental
( About the Powers )[/color] Innate Capability: Ability to naturally have skills and/or knowledge typically earned through learning. More specifically, Intuitive aptitude: The ability to understand the structure and operation of complex systems without special education or training. He can learn how to do others abilities, which is how he came to learn Psychokinesis.
Psychokinesis (More commonly known as Telekinesis): The ability to move objects, including people, with the mind.
( Weakness )[/color] Anything that could get in the way of the abilities he learns. His actual power, Innate Capability, has no weakness that he knows of.
( Good vs. Evil )[/color] Villain
( History & Personality )
Nicholas discovered his power of Innate Capability at a young age when his father took him to a carnival and he was able to understand a magician's tricks quickly. As he made his way through elementary school, his teachers and his family thought that he was merely incredibly smart. It wasn't until he was 12 that he came across another super, a man who was able to see what abilities others have, that he was told that he had a superpower.
And that's when his hunt began; the hunt to meet as many people who were gifted like him and learn their powers. He met the occasional super, and asked them to teach him their power, but nothing ever worked. It wasn't until he was 14 that he was able to learn a new ability, Psychokinesis, though not in a way that he had hoped initially. Nicholas ended up killing the hero with Psychokinesis, and that's how he learned his power.
Now Nicholas is 18, a Senior at Oceanside. He sticks to himself, though he longs for company, but he doesn't talk much.
And that's when his hunt began; the hunt to meet as many people who were gifted like him and learn their powers. He met the occasional super, and asked them to teach him their power, but nothing ever worked. It wasn't until he was 14 that he was able to learn a new ability, Psychokinesis, though not in a way that he had hoped initially. Nicholas ended up killing the hero with Psychokinesis, and that's how he learned his power.
Now Nicholas is 18, a Senior at Oceanside. He sticks to himself, though he longs for company, but he doesn't talk much.
( Little Details )
( Strengths)[/color] Due to his ability, Nicholas is incredibly smart, and he does well in school, though most wouldn't assume so. He's very strong physically and stays that way by working out frequently.
( Weaknesses )[/b][/color] his arrogance. Every time he's been bested it was when he got overconfident and underestimated his opponent, often during some cocky diatribe.
( Dark Secrets)[/color] He's never told anyone about the man he killed, nor about the fact that he sort of enjoyed it.
( Reputation )[/color] Most other students didn't know much about Nicholas until the middle of his sophomore year when he had his first fight. Now everyone knows him as being 'that one scary guy,' and Nick's heard of the rumors about him killing someone, but only he knows that it's not a rumor.
( Family)
( Mother )[/color] Unknown
( Father )[/b][/color] Craig Warner, 51, Contractor, not a very good relationship; he's frightened of his son.
( Siblings )[/b][/color] None
( Any Other)[/b][/color] None
(Sample)
The banner he was making in Photoshop only kept Max occupied for about ten minutes. If it had been a real project, he would have worked on it until he was done. That, and bannerswere really easy to make. He clicked out of the program without saving his artwork. He opened another program, and checked up on his current projects. None of them were class work, or they weren’t yet. He had to submit a sample of his work by the end of the week, which meant choosing one of his better pieces. After opening and closing a few projects, he finally decided on one of the pieces he did over break.
By now, Max had been sitting still for about fifteen minutes without moving. He was about to move his head to see where he put his notes when he felt eyes on him. He paused, half wondering if he was under the disapproving eyes of the mad librarian. Or worse yet, his book lover Dad. He quickly realized the glaze was just someone staring, but who? Hardly moving his eyes, he noticed a dark haired girl sketching. What’s her name? Ally, Babby, Gabby? No, none of those. Oh, Abbey!
His knowledge of the girl was slim. He recognized her as the new girl in his art class who talked very little. Normally, Max would have hacked into the school system and read her file, but there had been such an overwhelming amount of new students he hadn’t read any files. He was half tempted to check it out right now, but knew he would be in deep shit if a teacher saw.
Once he realized he was being sketched, Max made an effort not to move around too much. He had posed for his friends before, but never when he was working on his homework. The next ten minutes were spent of him trying to only move his eyes to read his notes. Once or twice he slipped and moved his whole head, but that had to be expected. Max didn’t mind the girl drawing him, even though he was used to being asked first. Soon though, his neck started to feel stiff and he knew he would have to interrupt the girl.
“Would you mind if I stood up and stretched real fast?” Max asked quietly, not wanting to scare the girl. He knew the new ones could be rather jumpy.
By now, Max had been sitting still for about fifteen minutes without moving. He was about to move his head to see where he put his notes when he felt eyes on him. He paused, half wondering if he was under the disapproving eyes of the mad librarian. Or worse yet, his book lover Dad. He quickly realized the glaze was just someone staring, but who? Hardly moving his eyes, he noticed a dark haired girl sketching. What’s her name? Ally, Babby, Gabby? No, none of those. Oh, Abbey!
His knowledge of the girl was slim. He recognized her as the new girl in his art class who talked very little. Normally, Max would have hacked into the school system and read her file, but there had been such an overwhelming amount of new students he hadn’t read any files. He was half tempted to check it out right now, but knew he would be in deep shit if a teacher saw.
Once he realized he was being sketched, Max made an effort not to move around too much. He had posed for his friends before, but never when he was working on his homework. The next ten minutes were spent of him trying to only move his eyes to read his notes. Once or twice he slipped and moved his whole head, but that had to be expected. Max didn’t mind the girl drawing him, even though he was used to being asked first. Soon though, his neck started to feel stiff and he knew he would have to interrupt the girl.
“Would you mind if I stood up and stretched real fast?” Max asked quietly, not wanting to scare the girl. He knew the new ones could be rather jumpy.
