Christopher "Blank" Guild
Sept 10, 2012 19:34:20 GMT -5
Post by christopher on Sept 10, 2012 19:34:20 GMT -5
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[/font][/size][/color]You’re not supposed to be so blind with patriotism that you can’t see reality. Wrong is wrong, no matter who tells you it isn’t.
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Full Name: Christopher Guild
Code Name: Blank
Age: 28
Date of Birth: June 30th
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Species: Mutant
Alliance: Freelance mutant
Citizenship: Marvel
Canon or Original?: Original
"Victory is MINE Baldy!
And if you had any hair I'd take that too!"
And if you had any hair I'd take that too!"
Hair: Dark brown, but he doesn’t necessarily have any style. He likes to keep it a bit thick and an wavy, hates buzz-cuts, and generally will let it grow out if he doesn’t trust someone to cut his hair.
Eyes: His eyes are bright, bright blue, and they would pierce a person, but he generally never looks directly at someone. His eyes aren’t…working properly. He can’t really see anything other than some colors occasionally, and has two scars on his eyes. One scar is under each one of his eyebrows…and they are hardly noticeable.
Height: 5’ 11’’
Weight: 170
Distinguishing Marks: Definitely the two scars beneath his eyebrow. They’re hard to see, but it’s easy enough if you’re close to him.
Appearance: Christopher is rather handsome, if someone were to see him on the streets. While he prefers jeans and a t-shirt, he will at times wear an actual suit, but only if he’s doing something that’s very very important, and he has to dress up for it. Beneath the scraggly jeans and the unattractive shirts he adorns, he is a very strong man. Muscles aren’t in excess, but he has enough to know how to fight and how to actively involve himself in what needs to be done. There are a few scars on his body, but very little are extremely visible to the naked eye, as he’ll cover himself more frequently than not in public. It does look as though he’s homeless at times, because he’ll stay on the streets sometimes for days without going home. In reality, he has an apartment that he generally keeps to himself in a more quiet side of the city. Alright…well a place where fighting isn’t as frequent, because many people are wary of going up against him. His eyes are normally moving when he’s walking, to search for the sound that’s being made, but it’s as though he can never really look you exactly in the eyes. Sunglasses and regular glasses are generally warn, but glasses are always without prescription. There’s nothing he can necessarily do to improve his vision at this point.
Face Claim: Matt Bomer
"I’m not interested in making new friends,
I don’t even like the ones I have”
I don’t even like the ones I have”
Likes: He likes to help people. Anyone that is in dire need of help can often find a reliable person to help them out. If it’s dishonest…well he’ll help the honest party, and the party that means the best. A second thing would definitely be kids. He likes the way that they can only see the world in one way, and his job really helps in getting that relief of seeing things through the eyes of someone who views good and bad as being simple, with a clear line drawn between them. His favorite past time, a third like of his, is to walk down the streets at night. It’s better and cooler at night, and other people are robbed of their eyesight at times as well, so he feels less like he’s someone different or he’s standing out. Although it can be surprising, he has a bit of a sweet tooth. Any sweets that a person has stored away are subject to being eaten. Finally, he enjoys the comfort of dogs.
Dislikes: Speaking a lot. Talking makes sure that no one else can, and fills up the silence that he needs to navigate at times. Being treated differently is something he has to deal with daily, and it’s just not something he likes to talk about or to go about thinking of. Of course, another dislike, would be a dislike of those who intend to cause harm to something or someone. Wrong is wrong, and right is right. If it’s not right, it’s wrong. This black and white view is really what defines this man as who he is as a person. Violence with children involved. Any time any child gets involved in something they shouldn’t, it will very much piss this guy off. He might end up going after the person or peoples involved to get an explanation, or to just pound them into submission.
Personality: In order to describe his personality, the first thing that needs to be mentioned is that he’s mostly blind due to an incident involving a mutant who went a bit funny when he was a kid. He knows what colors and things look like, but he can’t really remember some of them as well as others. Sometimes, when it’s sunny, he gets a glimpse of some colors or some fragmented shapes of movement, but generally he remains unable to see. This is his first part of his personality, though. He loves colors, and craves the image of those colors more than anything. Coupling his personality with his mutation can be dangerous, as he’s slightly at risk for craving the senses of other people. Chris is one to always want the best for people, even if that means the worst for him. If, say, there as a child being held hostage, and he could exchange himself for the child, he would heartily do so, and would not fight back unless the girl or boy was in a safe place. His whole being is selfless, but he’s not stupid. He wouldn’t simply give everything away to anyone, unless he knew they deserved it.
When it comes to his ideas on current politics and other things, he takes clear sides against the corrupt and power-hungry. No matter what it comes to, he hates the agenda that they have. There’d probably be only one reason he’d ever go to the bad side, and that would be to protect his little girl, Anna. Anna goes with him everywhere, and is most likely the only reason that he’s still able to get himself up in the mornings. He takes her to school, and then he heads off to work at the daycare, etc. So, for general purposes, she is his largest emotional weakness, and he would bend to being a villain if it meant protecting her.
"With great power comes great responsibility"
Powers: His powers are definitely strong. Chris doesn’t have as much to rely on in terms of his physical senses, and that’s why his mental capabilities really come in handy. There are two main powers. One would definitely be his manipulation of things a person fears the most. The other is sense control. For now, let us start with the first one as an explanation. This fear manipulation doesn’t stop at simply making another person feel fear; he can make them experience it firsthand. If someone fears death, the person is in for a rather nasty shock, and they could actually feel as though a thousand knives were slowly piercing them. He can’t make the physical pain appear, which is the clincher, but he increases the amount of fear a person has so much so that their bodies make up for it in it’s assumption that the thing is already happening. The same can be said for things like snakes. A person might have a dreadful fear of snakes, and that could cause him to tap into that and make a person believe that snakes are coiling around them so much, they think that there is actually such a sensation. It’s almost like hypnosis, how a person could be convinced that they were getting burned, and the pain is there. Unlike that scenario, there are no physical effects from his fear, just mental stress. He could only really inspire a heart attack with it. As for limitations on this, the fear has to be something he can comprehend. Their fears are only worth anything to him if he understands them. If the fear isn’t portrayed right, it’s easier to break the illusion.
What’s harder to break is his main power, which involves the manipulation and isolation of the five senses: Touch, Taste, Hearing, Sight, and Smell. These senses all in and of themselves balance out in the body for what a person’s needs are when they’re born, and compensation happens one way or another usually. What Chris is able to do is isolate one or more of them and change them. If he manipulates someone’s sense of sight, they might suddenly be unable to see anything. He hasn’t thought of this, but he could get creative and make someone only see things that are certain colors as well. This man can also create somewhat of an illusion with manipulation of sight and touch, and a person could be trapped in nothingness. Unable to touch or feel anything, but they could see and hear things that don’t exist to them at that time. This is a very very large power, and could be portrayed as highly dangerous, so Chris avoids using such things unless he does get into a large fight with someone. The sense manipulation cannot be directed at him by his own doing, though he’s susceptible to outside attacks from others with the same gift. His sight cannot be changed or manipulated because the connections to his brain don’t exist. If someone were to be able to heal that, it would be possible once again.
Weapons N/A
Strengths/Abilities: He’s rather good at finding his way around, for a blind man, and uses a seeing-eye dog to keep himself on the path that’s needed. His dog’s rather special, and has a few tricks up his sleeve. Another strength is hand-to-hand combat. He’s not versed in the use of any weapons, but he’s damn good with his fists, and is able to locate some pretty prime spots to hit people when the situation really requires such a thing. And finally, he’s very skilled at using his mutations sparingly. He avoids using it on people who might be able to tell others about it. Times are dark, and he wouldn’t want anyone putting out some kind of bounty on him. If that were the case, he couldn’t keep his daughter by his side. Already he has to be careful when she comes around with him at night.
Weaknesses: His daughter is his largest weakness. He’ll do anything for her, and wants to make her life the best it can be. Whatever it takes to keep her alive and well right now is what he’ll do. Along with that, his emotions can sometimes get in the way of what he knows logically should be done. Another weakness would have to be his eyesight. Being unable to see well is never good, but this happened after he’d already grown up a bit, so he hasn’t got a way to adapt the rest of his senses.
"All it takes is one bad day to reduce
the sanest man alive to lunacy,"
the sanest man alive to lunacy,"
History: When he was born, it was to two parents who were good at what they did, and really only did that. Raising a child had been the decision of his father, and his mother didn’t really have time for such things, so Chris had a better relationship with his father than he had with his mother. Diane, his mother, had an issue with how Chris always seemed to be more interested in arts and music than athletics, so his rather submissive father agreed to get him in shape and get him to become a strong young man. Despite most stereotypes, his father was the best cook and the worst athlete. As he progressed and grew older as a person, it was his mother who pushed the athletics, and father academics, so he really didn’t have much time to pay attention to that much in terms of a social life with other people all through middle school while he was taking different forms of judo and jujitsu. This didn’t seem to concern his parents, as he was getting good grades, but the boy was becoming more and more of an outcast.
High school came and brought about more changes in things. He continued to learn martial arts, but he was also involved in the discovering of mutants, and mutations. The teenager, still in that awkward age where he was just trying to fit in, couldn’t imagine having anything of the sort attached to him. It seemed so confusing and so difficult to deal with. He didn’t have any time to really do anything about that. And so, he decided to ignore the politics. One day, as he was heading out of the high school he went to, he was pushed aside. The boy could have easily gotten up. He could have fought against these guys and won, but he’d heard strange rumors about the bully in the middle. They turned out to be true. Chris started to get hit by imaginary arms that he couldn’t see or touch. Everything was a blur, and then he looked the boy straight in the eyes. Something came to his mind. It was a fear. A fear of…ants? Ants. That was all there was to it. He looked at the boy as he kept getting beaten with punches all over his body and thought of a thousand tiny ants crawling over the boys body.
With his mutation kicking in, there was little he could do to hold it back, and the boy actually fainted and hit his head on the pavement. He was comatose for a week until he woke up in the hospital…but he didn’t say a word. Not one thing about what happened. And you know what? Neither did Chris. He never told anyone what happened, and never planned on telling anyone. It was getting more scary and dangerous to be a mutant as he moved through the four years of high school. People were even leaving the school if they were outed as a mutant. It was almost like a negative stigma that you couldn’t erase. In the end of high school, he knew it to be true.
College came, and he still had his eye sight. He went to college majoring in childhood education. At the age of nineteen, still working towards his degree, his eyesight was taken. It happened on a day like no other. Out in the courtyard of his college, a clash was taking place. Some guy in tights was trying to be a hero and wrestle a rather intimidating looking man away, but he was thrown aside easily. Just by rushing to this tight-kid’s aid, he became involved. Within seconds the man had shot two thin metal plates at his face. He closed his eyes tightly, but that did really no good. The plates pushed beneath his eyebrows, and severed some important connections to his eyes. The boy blacked out after that.
This was not on the news. No one heard of this incident, and no one saw him as a victim of it because of that. There was a government agent there when he woke up, making him swear an oath of secrecy. Then he was gone…as soon as he had been there. Bad news fell upon him as news of another mutant attack came. His home was destroyed…his parents two. The boy didn’t really know that they worked for the government, he had no idea that they were enemies of some rather high up people…but he was put on a forty-eight hour suicide watch for a reason. He felt as though he had nothing left…and his twentieth birthday had passed him in his comatose state.
That was a dark time for him, but after two years he returned to college, unable to see and equipt with a young seeing-eye dog. He’d managed to learn brail, and how to “see” the things around him. Memorization was key, but he still had a hard time with the idea of allowing himself to transfer over. A lot of people felt sympathy for the blind kid, and he fooled around with some girls for a bit. Of course, that didn’t turn out well for him either. As lady luck hadn’t been on his side, he managed to get a girl pregnant. She brought him the baby and basically said “He’s all yours, buddy.” Before she left his life.
There’s a gap of time now in this history after he managed to get his degree and pass with his young baby girl. The two of them decided to stay in the city, and they basically…did nothing remarkable for a long while. She is just like him, now six years old, and refuses to actually leave his side even for a minute. They have to find a unisex bathroom at times because she’ll make him stand guard at the cubicle. It’s mostly his fault for telling her about mutants, and how some of them can be mean like the ones who hurt him, and she says that they probably couldn’t afford to have two seeing eye-dogs. His dog was pretty old, and retired to a shelter, so he has a newer seeing eye dog that is quite excellent, and he looks like a rather stern and serious black lab as well. Working at a daycare, the dog has also learned very easily how to play with and yet be gentle with younger kids, as he’ll let the young kids learn how to take care of pets. Each child wants to walk with him on small walks around the schoolyard, and sometimes ask to hold him. Normally, teachers wouldn’t allow a blind teacher to have full control over small kids, but they trust the seeing eye dog quite a lot to protect the young ones, and the babies always stay back with the other daycare teachers.
"Next time guys, we should just
rebuild this place outta Lego."
rebuild this place outta Lego."
Writing Sample:
“Mister Chrissy?” He turned his head to where the voice of Johnny was heard and frowned slightly. It was nap time, and the kids were all supposed to be under the blankets of the little child beds they had in the daycare. He knelt down near the boy, able to slightly pick out his form today. His expression was soft, and he tried to relax his eyes, but knew it was an impossible chore. He could almost feel them searching every second for something he could lapse on. He normally ended up staring at a person’s mouth, or more unfortunately their chest. In this case, however, he’d managed to locate the little boy’s eyes with his own blue ones for at least a moment. The little boy seemed to be troubled, and held onto one of his blankets tightly. He whimpered as he spoke.
“I…I had another bad dream again.” The male knew that this was referring to. The little boy had gone through quite a bit because of the recent issues as well. His brother was sent to the hospital for unexplained burns, caused by a possible mutant that was currently at large. He said nothing, but reached out a large hand for the boy to take. When the boy made contact with his skin, the male allowed some of his mutation to seep out. He was just slightly easing the boy by making him feel a bit more comfortable at the touch of the blankets on his skin. The bed felt even more inviting to the boy at this point, and he lay back down at least. With a small noise of his free hand, his seeing eye dog moved over to station itself by the bed, which was a bit low to the ground to adjust to the kids heights. The dog moved to the male’s hand and he gave the dog a small pat. Standing, he let the dog take it’s position at the boy’s side.
This was something that he often allowed to happen. A child with bad dreams could reach over and pet the black lab for comfort, and the dog was the most mild-natured creature that it would stay still, or perhaps at times nuzzle for more attention if the child was distracted. This method worked for this ward of his, and the boy relaxed slowly, then let himself fall asleep with his hands around the dog’s neck. Chris moved to sit down where he’d been. His feet followed the same exact pattern he’d used earlier to get to the little restless sleeper’s bed back to his own chair. It was a bit of a pity job that he worked here, but the teachers were able to use him here as more of a lesson as well. As to what could happen if you left your toys out. “We don’t want Mr. Chrissy to trip over our toys, right? Then he’d get hurt and couldn’t come play anymore!”
While it didn’t feel very good they had to treat him differently, it was rather nice that the kids who were starting to mature were able to become somewhat “responsible.” Sometimes, they’d take turns leading him through the school grounds, and one little girl had even called herself his protector once. He nearly chuckled at that one. Chris just couldn’t imagine anyone bringing harm to any of these younger kids. This particular area itself had the most concentrated issue with families getting hurt, so this was a job to him that he would also keep these kids away from that. He waited as people walked in the door, and shook parent’s hand’s every day, just to be sure that the children would be safe with them. As he thought of the little sleeping kids, he vowed right there and then that he wouldn’t see another child that was here go through any more attacks. He was done with them. The male’s expression was serious as he clenched his fists. Nothing would happen to them…and that was a fact.
"I'm through talking, get out of my cave,"
Your name/alias: Chris
Timezone: Eastern US
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