Post by zesend on Aug 15, 2010 14:07:20 GMT -8
zesend camrean rowe
[/center]( The Basics )
( Full Name)[/color] Zesend Camrean Rowe
( Nickname )[/color] N/A
( Age )[/color] age 17
( Birthdate )[/color] July 6th
( Sex )[/color] Male
( Hometown )[/color] Lafayette, Indiana
( Class )[/color] sophomore
( Sexuality )[/color] straight.
( Played By )[/color] Axl Rose
( Their Power)
( Ability )[/color] Illusions: Zesend can create visual illusions, such as an object or appearance. The larger the illusion, the less time it lasts before having to be recreated, and vice versa. As he learns how to control this ability, longevity of illusions will be increased.
Hallucination Induction: Zesend can also induce auditory and visual hallucinations in a person he has physical contact with. Tactile hallucinations are out of his reach, but are theoretically possible with greater control over this ability.
( Type of Power )[/color] Mental
( Weakness )[/color] Illusions: The illusions are visual only, and thus any physical contact with the illusion will cause it to distort or disappear entirely.
Hallucinations: When Zesend induces hallucinations, he must have physical contact with the person he intends to affect, which is difficult while attempting prolonged hallucinations.
( Good vs. Evil )[/color] Acts purely out of self-interest; essentially neutral.
( Personality )
Zesend is a... complicated person, to say the least. On the outside, he puts on a facade of not giving a damn about anything, and this is partially true on the inside; either he cares deeply about someone/something, or he doesn't care at all, but he is far more emotional than he would allow you to think. He suffers from random, brief depressive episodes, something he never bothered to get checked out by a psychiatrist. He doesn't care to talk much unless it's something he finds interesting or annoying, and frequently employs sarcasm, much to the chagrin of anyone who tries to talk to him. Zesend is actually quite intelligent, though he doesn't care much for classes and prefers to pursue things that interest him.
( Little Details )
( Strengths)[/color] Tends to base his decisions based on logic and not raw emotion; can speak Italian and Spanish fluently.
( Weaknesses )[/b][/color] Has trouble forming lasting relationships of any kinds; physically, he is relatively weak due to prolonged reliance on his abilities.
( Dark Secrets)[/color] He would prefer to not have the entire school know that he is actually extremely emotional.
( Reputation )[/color] they see the distant and aloof smokerholic, one who seems to repel relationships like he's oil and they're water.
( Family)
( Mother )[/color] mother. alicia rowe. 40. lawyer. Zesend and his mother get along fine, as she's pretty laidback and doesn't demand much of him, and no doubt her willingness to give him whatever he wants has something to do with their good relationship.
( Father )[/b][/color] father. harrison rowe. 43. factory manager. Zesend and his father clash constantly, often about trivial things, but Zesend usually ignores his father after a few minutes of arguing.
( Belongings )
( Car )[/color]Green 2009 Camaro
( Phone )[/b][/color] Samsung Code
( Music )[/b][/color] Zune 120GB
(Sample)
"Okay, so let me get this straight - you think that I am ruining your marriage?" Zesend paused a moment to give his father a nasty look. "Did it ever occur to you that maybe there's just something wrong with your marriage? Not every bad thing that happens to you is my fault, you know."
Harrison Rowe sighed in exasperation. "We can't handle all that weird crap you pull. Teachers at your school are complaining of strange things appearing when you're around, and they say several kids have had mysterious 'psychotic breaks."
Zesend rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say, dad." He brushed the older man off, walking out the door with his leather jacket and shoes on. He reached for a cigarette, and lit it while bracing against the Indiana cold. Taking a drag, he sighed when his father came walking out the door after him.
"Are you smoking?!" Harrison yelled.
"Yep." Zesend replied, taking another drag of his cigarette, but he stopped walking and turned to face his advancing father. When he saw that the man had an extremely angry look on his face, Zesend's eyes narrowed a little bit and he clapped a hand on his father's shoulder. Harrison suddenly had visions of snakes - the man was incredibly afraid of the creatures - surrounding him, their hisses taunting him. His eyes began to bulge, and when Zesend let go, Harrison just stared in fear.
"They were right, you have to go." He paused a second to swallow. "I'm sending you to a special school, where there's all kinds of... special people, just like you." The emphasis on the word 'special' may as well have spelled out 'freak,' but Zesend merely stared in return, continuing to puff on his cigarette. "You leave tomorrow."
Harrison Rowe sighed in exasperation. "We can't handle all that weird crap you pull. Teachers at your school are complaining of strange things appearing when you're around, and they say several kids have had mysterious 'psychotic breaks."
Zesend rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say, dad." He brushed the older man off, walking out the door with his leather jacket and shoes on. He reached for a cigarette, and lit it while bracing against the Indiana cold. Taking a drag, he sighed when his father came walking out the door after him.
"Are you smoking?!" Harrison yelled.
"Yep." Zesend replied, taking another drag of his cigarette, but he stopped walking and turned to face his advancing father. When he saw that the man had an extremely angry look on his face, Zesend's eyes narrowed a little bit and he clapped a hand on his father's shoulder. Harrison suddenly had visions of snakes - the man was incredibly afraid of the creatures - surrounding him, their hisses taunting him. His eyes began to bulge, and when Zesend let go, Harrison just stared in fear.
"They were right, you have to go." He paused a second to swallow. "I'm sending you to a special school, where there's all kinds of... special people, just like you." The emphasis on the word 'special' may as well have spelled out 'freak,' but Zesend merely stared in return, continuing to puff on his cigarette. "You leave tomorrow."
