Post by MATTHEW GAVIN RADE on Jun 2, 2011 13:39:24 GMT -5
MATTHEW GAVIN RADE
"No one will ever change this animal I have become."
"No one will ever change this animal I have become."
-- CAUSE NOW, IT SEEMS I'M WIDE AWAKE
Nickname: Matt, Maddie
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Race: Chosen
Background: English-American
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Grade: Sophomore
Occupation: Lifeguard
Powers:
- Electrokinesis
Matthew's body generates vast amounts of bioelectricity that would normally kill a man. However, he is not harmed by the lethal dosages of electricity that he can produce from his body, and is capable of absorbing massive amounts of electricity without any ill effects. However, when he is "charged" like this, physically touching him can be extremely dangerous. Aside from being able to channel electricity and shock others through physical contact, he is just as capable of propelling charges of electricity at varying intensities. Matthew most often launches these electric arcs from his hands, but is just as capable of projecting them from other areas of his body with accurate results.
Play-By: Logan Lerman
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-- OPEN MY EYES AND ITS AMAZING
Dislikes:
Habits/Quirks:
- Has to have the window open or a fan going when inside. Matt can hardly get to sleep if there isn't fresh or circulating air, and it drives him up the wall when he's awake.
- Generates small arcs of electricity in his hands all the time. He likes to know that he's able to control his abilities.
- When he's thinking really hard, he scowls. And since he does a lot of deep thinking, many people think that he's pissed all the time and would rather leave him alone than to try and socialize with him.
Fears:
- Hunters - Hunted like an animal and almost killed by them, hunters are Matthew's worst fear. Memories of them capturing
- Himself - Large crowds bring back terrible memories for her, and she usually requires a close friend to keep her calm when she's required to be within mass hordes of people.
Secrets:
- When Matt first manifested his abilities, he lost control of them during a fight with his sister and shocked her into a coma.
- Killed a group of thugs that tried to beat him in a back alley.
Personality:
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-- HOW MY WORLD HAS CHANGED WHEN I LOOK AROUND
Parents:
- ???
Nothing is known about Matthew's father other than the fact his mother often called him a "radical." His mother has also hinted that his father may have been a Chosen, but has never confirmed it when Matthew prodded her for answers. - Rosalie Ophelia Rade - Doctor - 45
A hard-working woman with an undying love for her children, she tried to instill in Matthew and Ericka the knowledge which would be needed for them to survive as Chosens, and often talked of the Society as being a malevolent organization. She is very secretive of her past, and rarely shares anything with her children. She is a Chosen, and has shown to have mastered her abilities as an Empath.
Siblings:
- Ericka Elizabeth Rade - Home-schooled - 12
Innocent, cute, and eager to please those around her, she's the epitome of a sunshine child. Her own powers have yet to surface, but she was once nearly killed when Matthew lost control of his abilities when they first surfaced and he electrocuted her into a coma. Matthew hasn't seen his little sister since.
Pets:
- ---
Biography:
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-- AND THAT ROAD HAS LET ME RIGHT TO YOU
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Experience: 5? 6?
Contact info: pm, email
Other characters: None yet! :P
RP Sample:
Laughter, children crying, and the ambient sound of human conversation bubbled in the air. The carnival grounds were filled with a diverse concentration of people, each hand dangling with red tickets for the rides that whirled and sang around them. Matt pushed through the crowd. His hands roughly grabbed a hold of strangers so he could step around them and fill the gap he had occupied only moments before. His verdant eyes burned with a desperation that could only be paralleled by a deer being chased by a pack of hungry wolves. Each ragged breath that escaped him was filled with fear, and he pushed harder as the sound of a commotion behind him was caught by his ears.
Tossing back a terrified glance, he caught the sight of two bespectacled men in dark clothing moving swiftly through the crowd. A man stumbled behind them and fell to the ground, where a pool of crimson flowed outward. Their guns were sleek and deadly, and muzzling them were silencers that would make his death little more than the absent giggle of a child. He felt the tangled mass of emotions in his gut influencing his powers, and he wanted to release them before something catastrophic happened. He opened his palm toward the two men, just as they began to raise the firearms. Blisters erupted across their face and spread down their bodies, where the skin dried and cracked open like volcanic fissures. They yelled out, but their screams were lost in the mass of parents and children. Blood leaked out from the breaks in their skin, and they furiously dropped their guns to stifle the flow of blood.
Relieved that they were incapacitated for the moment, he turned to flee toward the end of the crowd and out toward the parking lot. There he would be able to steal one of the hundreds of vehicles and get as far out of town as possible. But as he faced the wall of of squirming people, he heard the distinctive boom of gunfire. For a split second, he felt nothing. Then his arm exploded with white-hot pain, and he dropped to the ground, clutching at his bicep to try and stop the hole from bleeding any further. The cacophony of the gala bursting into panic faded as he focused all of his attention to stitching together the wound. His vision blurred, but when he looked up to see who the shooter was, he made out the distorted figure of a person on a nearby rooftop. Then it vanished. He blinked, then looked back down at the vermilion hole in his arm. It was clean, and the gaping flesh was slowly closing, but he had already lost too much blood. His consciousness was fading, and he could hear the loud cursing of the hunters approaching behind him.
Gritting his teeth, a tear fell as his felt his abilities blossom into a chaotic energy in his chest. Trembling, he stood and faced his pursuers, his eyes burning with pain and fear. Closing his eyes, he could feel the tangled mass of life forms around him; their hearts that pumped with pandemonium and self-preservation. The only reason he was doing such an unspeakable act was because of the latter. Dropping his blood-stained hand from his arm, he threw out his arms to their full length. The screaming of the crowd became instantly quiet, only the soft thud of bodies hitting the pavement registering in his ear. No more babies crying, no more parents yelling for them to take cover.
Matthew opened his eyes, almost fainting at the sight of the blanket of death he had thrown around him.
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CREDITS GO TO SKYE. LYRICS ARE TAKEN FROM 'AWAKE IN A DREAM' BY HEDLEY.
