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『 THE BASICS 』
⇢ Name | Jameson Lee Francis
⇢ Nickname | James. Jay or Jim, if you want him annoyed with you
⇢ Age | 16
⇢ Birthday | June 5th
⇢ Height | 5"5'
⇢ Hair length & color | Platinum blond. Drops down to his eyes if he doesn't comb it to the side.
⇢ Eye color | Blue
⇢ Gender | Male
⇢ Power(s) | Kinetic energy manipulation. If he touches an object he can use its own energy and momentum to send it off in another direction without using any muscle of his own, transfer that energy and momentum to another object, or use it to create a pulse of concussive force (which he hasn't discovered yet). Potentially he could create that energy on his own and use it to launch things/himself in any given direction, but that's another thing he hasn't really tested.
⇢ Power limit | To take the momentum from one object and transfer it to another, he has to be in physical contact with it or at least in contact with something that is, in turn, in contact with the object he is trying to affect (touch a building with a flag pole and use the whip of the flag in the wind to snap the pole). It isn't an automatic power - if he doesn't see something coming or doesn't consciously react in time he'll get hit with an object or blow just like any other person would, and he's still learning how much he can do. If he takes too much force and doesn't send it somewhere it'll just slam into him instead.
『 MY LIFE STORY 』
⇢ Biography / /
Jameson never really knew his mother. She was around for a few years while he was a small child, but disappeared out of his life before he'd turned five years old. His father took care of him for years on his own, with little to no help, and Jameson got used to being self sufficient at a young age, hiding the fact that he often was left alone at home while his father worked despite it being against the law. They struggled to get by even with just the two of them, bouncing from home to home and town to town as his father fought to work enough to keep them afloat. As lower class citizens, they had little money for extra expenses, and when Jameson was attacked by a large dog at eleven years old they didn't have enough money or insurance to cover proper care for the damage to his right calf. The muscle damage gave him a limp that never went away, and after that his father resorted to more desperate ways of earning money and got involved with drug dealers in hopes they would never be unable to pay for such things again. Despite Jameson's powers only just beginning to rear their head, he refused to let the boy try to perform on the streets to earn them extra cash. It was too risky, and he didn't want his son to be taken away.
When Jameson was thirteen years old, his father was arrested for selling drugs and with no family that wanted to take him he was dropped into an orphanage. Frustrated at being stuck, angry his hero had been taken away, and too young to know better, the boy acted out and ran away more than once, and so was bounced around from orphanage to foster home and back when no one wanted to deal with him. It was this habit that finally outed him at 16. On one such attempt to escape and go visit his father in prison, he was recognized by police as a missing child and in the process of fleeing was nearly run over by a car. Only quick thinking had him stopping the vehicle and its occupants in their tracks, but he wasn't fast enough to figure out where to send all that extra energy and put himself in the hospital bearing the brunt of it anyway. With only the clothes he owned, a tall walking stick, and a few personal possessions to his name, it was off to the Home for the Friendless.
Jameson never really knew his mother. She was around for a few years while he was a small child, but disappeared out of his life before he'd turned five years old. His father took care of him for years on his own, with little to no help, and Jameson got used to being self sufficient at a young age, hiding the fact that he often was left alone at home while his father worked despite it being against the law. They struggled to get by even with just the two of them, bouncing from home to home and town to town as his father fought to work enough to keep them afloat. As lower class citizens, they had little money for extra expenses, and when Jameson was attacked by a large dog at eleven years old they didn't have enough money or insurance to cover proper care for the damage to his right calf. The muscle damage gave him a limp that never went away, and after that his father resorted to more desperate ways of earning money and got involved with drug dealers in hopes they would never be unable to pay for such things again. Despite Jameson's powers only just beginning to rear their head, he refused to let the boy try to perform on the streets to earn them extra cash. It was too risky, and he didn't want his son to be taken away.
When Jameson was thirteen years old, his father was arrested for selling drugs and with no family that wanted to take him he was dropped into an orphanage. Frustrated at being stuck, angry his hero had been taken away, and too young to know better, the boy acted out and ran away more than once, and so was bounced around from orphanage to foster home and back when no one wanted to deal with him. It was this habit that finally outed him at 16. On one such attempt to escape and go visit his father in prison, he was recognized by police as a missing child and in the process of fleeing was nearly run over by a car. Only quick thinking had him stopping the vehicle and its occupants in their tracks, but he wasn't fast enough to figure out where to send all that extra energy and put himself in the hospital bearing the brunt of it anyway. With only the clothes he owned, a tall walking stick, and a few personal possessions to his name, it was off to the Home for the Friendless.
『 PREFERENCES 』
⇢ Loves / /
→ ✓ ✓ - A too-large, green army style jacket, which was once his father's
→ ✓ ✓- A baseball his father gave him
→ ✓ ✓- His walking stick, made of thick wood and almost as tall as he is, purchased at a pawn shop after his leg was hurt. He's avoided using it as a weapon purely so it wouldn't get taken away each time he was transferred to a different home
⇢ Fears / /
→ ▣ - Dogs
→ ▣- Confinement
→ ▣- The thought of being left alone forever
⇢ Dislikes / /
→ ✗ - People touching his few meager possessions without permission
→ ✗- Uninvited physical contact
→ ✗- Peanut butter
⇢ Username:
Verona - Far too emotionally invested in Korean boy bands.
((I actually rolled a 3 but I couldn't find a power that meshed well with the one he already has, so I left it at one power with a few different uses. Open to ideas if anyone has any :) ))
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