Post by Lachlan Walker on Aug 18, 2010 20:20:22 GMT -8
Lachlan Bo Walker
[/center]( The Basics )
( Full Name)[/color] Lachlan Bo Walker
( Nickname )[/color] Bo among friends.
( Age )[/color] 14
( Birthdate )[/color] June 12th
( Sex )[/color] Male
( Hometown )[/color] Alice Springs, Australia
( Class )[/color] Freshman
( Sexuality )[/color] Undecided
( Played By )[/color] I actually can‘t find the guys name, sorry x.x
( Their Power)
( Ability )[/color] Duplication. Lachlan can make exact copies of himself. Whatever he's feeling at that moment, however, becomes his duplicates only state of mind. If he was sad, for instance, his duplicate would be mopey and not want to do anything. He also gains memory and knowledge from his duplicates when he reabsorbs them.
( Type of Power )[/color] Physical, I think?
( Weakness )[/color] Lachlan's dupes are the same as he is, and just as vulnerable. If one of his dupes dies its traumatic when the memories return to him.
( Good vs. Evil )[/color] Hero
( Personality )
At first Lachlan is a very shy person, and won't voice his opinion to people he's just met. That fades fast if a person is positive, then he becomes very open, generous and friendly to everyone. The Australian has a fierce determination to learn all he can, while still enjoying his youth. He has a love for adventure, and exploring that he gained while his mother traveled. Since settling in the United States, he has picked up a new hobby, Urban Exploring. He's extremely creative, and will soon have the wall near his bed littered in photo's he's taken. Lachlan also has an extreme amount of passion and energy about certain things that become apparent here and there.
( Little Details )
( Strengths)[/color] Physically he is strong, likes to run, and keeps fit. Lachlan is also extremely open-minded when it comes to other people.
( Weaknesses )[/b][/color] He is only human, therefore he's prone to any human ill. Beyond that Lachlan is claustrophobic, small dark enclosed places are not his cup of tea.
( Dark Secrets)[/color] Lachlan's dark secret? Well, that would be that his father is a Villain, who was eventually killed in his greed. This fuels his need to prove he's not his father's son.
( Reputation )[/color] Nothing, as a freshman and latecomer to the school no one knows him yet.
( Family)
( Mother )[/color] Dalilah Anne Walker. 34. Traveling business woman. Tense on both sides. The dealings with their father/husband has made it hard for them.
( Father )[/b][/color] Bombadier. Rudley Travis Walker. 36. Super Villain. Deceased.
( Siblings )[/b][/color] None at the moment.
( Belongings )
( Car )[/color] No car yet.
( Phone )[/b][/color] A rather typical flip open device his mother gave him.
( Music )[/b][/color] A rather old ipod.
( Anything Else)[/b][/color] A blue-tongued skink named Lyle.
(Sample)
On a badly lit street a young man dug through his pockets under a flickering street light, black eyes narrowed in irritation. A handful of something was pulled into view just as the streetlight decided to give up its fight to stay lit. Snorting faintly at this the man cast wary eyes up and down the dirty back street before three violently red balls of flame came into view, lighting him up like a Christmas tree. In the new light the man came into sharp focus. His hair was shaved an inch or so above his ears, where it was dyed a bleach blond shaggy and unkempt. Perhaps he had not been spending his time indoors of late.
All in all he seemed rather normal, from the cigarette in his mouth, ash dangling precariously from the end of it, to his faded heavy boots. The faded dark denim jacket he wore, along with the black jeans (one knee starting to wear out) made him out to be a street thug. If it weren't for the softball sized willowisps of fire, one would mistake him for human. Especially as he sorted through his small pile of crumpled dollar bills, and measly amount of spare change. It would be enough for a quick meal, a quick and cheap one. fast food, again. The very idea made his nose wrinkle in disgust, and he smoothed out the money as best he could, slipping the mix of change into his pocket. Maybe a burger, maybe.
Slipping the newly straightened bills into his jacket pocket he made his way across the street, heading up it. It wasn't smart to keep his powers on display, so he let them douse out, drenching him darkness until the next lamp post came into sight. Besides, he was close to the active portion of town anyway. Maybe he could find that Xavier's place, maybe. And maybe he would fit in too, instead of having to hide like this. To many maybes in that, he wanted to be sure before making a decision. Perhaps he would track down this 'school' today, to get a look at it.
All in all he seemed rather normal, from the cigarette in his mouth, ash dangling precariously from the end of it, to his faded heavy boots. The faded dark denim jacket he wore, along with the black jeans (one knee starting to wear out) made him out to be a street thug. If it weren't for the softball sized willowisps of fire, one would mistake him for human. Especially as he sorted through his small pile of crumpled dollar bills, and measly amount of spare change. It would be enough for a quick meal, a quick and cheap one. fast food, again. The very idea made his nose wrinkle in disgust, and he smoothed out the money as best he could, slipping the mix of change into his pocket. Maybe a burger, maybe.
Slipping the newly straightened bills into his jacket pocket he made his way across the street, heading up it. It wasn't smart to keep his powers on display, so he let them douse out, drenching him darkness until the next lamp post came into sight. Besides, he was close to the active portion of town anyway. Maybe he could find that Xavier's place, maybe. And maybe he would fit in too, instead of having to hide like this. To many maybes in that, he wanted to be sure before making a decision. Perhaps he would track down this 'school' today, to get a look at it.
