Post by MICHAEL MATTHIAS WINSTON on Nov 4, 2011 8:00:54 GMT 9.5
Michael Matthias Winston !
[/center]Cocoa is joining us from Maine. This 16 year old is going to celebrate her next birthday on June 30th . She's usually very happy, calm, relaxed and is really quite good at karate
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Welcome to TERRA SANCTUM.
full name: Michael Matthias Winston
celeb face: Asa Butterfield
gender: Male
species: Abnormal. He was born as such.
ability/abnormality: He was never much for fighting, or hurting other people, and a lot of abnormals around him thought he just couldn’t do anything. But the boy has quite a lot of power in him. He can impede, or control signals sent through electronics. For instance, if he is anywhere near a signal, his power can piggyback onto it. With his eyes closed, he can find the place he wants it to go. This is possible because he actually hears the signals he’s piggybacking on. So, if he is in a local library, and he piggybacks on that, he searches for signals through the internet. He has to focus, if a specific destination is wanted, and normally gets quite a big headache, but he’ll hear perhaps a transmission from the place he wants, and he could either scramble it with another electronic signal, or erase the signal entirely. This can cause rolling blackouts, and it can also cause messages. He can write threats on peoples devices by changing the signal to a person typing a word, perhaps near him or something of the like. He hasn’t tried to cross continents with it yet…he just tries to use this for what he believes is a just cause.
occupation: No Current occupation
age: Six years old.
secrets: He has many secrets, and most of them dark. One is his family situation. He keeps this a secret from many people, but the boy’s parents aren’t his birth-parents. He wishes this wasn’t true, but they assured him it was alright. Another secret he has would be his age. He never, never tells people he’s nine years old. They don’t take him seriously, and they make fun of him, so he lies and says he’s older. Secrets don’t end there for him, his last secret his that, to those around him in the streets, he is completely human, and completely normal. He looks human enough as well, so it’s alright, though sometimes things can get difficult when he skulks around the local librarys.
likes: Though he doesn’t often get time to enjoy life to it’s fullest, he has a few things that he loves. Videogames are fun to him, when he doesn’t use his ability, and he loves to create them too. He’s almost gotten the knack for it. Food for him is a necessity normally, but when he has the ability to get food in some way or another, sweets make him very happy. Most people like to hang out with friends, but he feels as though solitude makes him happier. And one of the last few things he likes is something he would never share, but he has a small stuffed animal, one that was made for him at birth by his real parents, that he cannot afford to lose. If someone takes it, he will most likely do anything to get the animal back
dislikes: Disliking things is something that he does well. He dislikes the military, for one. Though he’s not an adult, he views them as bad because of the lives lost in struggles with the abnormals. The word abnormal…he also hates that. Abnormal makes him seem like he’s something different, something that cannot blend in. When people take his bear he does get upset, and that is one of his dislikes. Vegetables can just go somewhere else, for all he cares. He will eat them if he has to, but generally tries avoiding them. Bright colors annoy him. He prefers darker colors, that are very calm, and don’t make him wish he could unsee them. Yellows and such…definitely bright white is included.
strengths: The boy physically is not able to really take care of himself, but mentally he does well. His power is his largest strength. Within this power, he’s specifically good at finding signals of things he has strong emotions towards, and where they are. The boy is also good at holding in feelings of physical pain. He doesn’t cry much at all. He’s very, very good at knowing names. He remembers names and faces well, due to a photographic memory.
weaknesses: Physically he’s a nightmare. He can’t walk more than a few feet without tripping. So his coordination, balance, fighting skills, fighting tactics, all of them are nonexistent. Math is also one of his challenges. Whenever he meets girl, he also fets a little bit embarrassed though, his weakness towards them is due to his history.
personality:Michael is someone that prefers to be away from others. He’s not used to being anywhere near actual people, or people that want to talk to him. Living outside in the streets for a little bit is starting to increase his inability to talk to people. It’s like being shy, but a bit worse. He just tries to avoid talking to people at all costs, even if they are supposed to know him.
Not many people notice him, seeing as he wears dark clothing, and the boy has taken that to heart. It’s ruined a lot of his self-confidence, and he has trust issues. When talking to another person, if he manages to be convinced to, it can be noted he never looks a person in the eye, and tries to avoid them altogether. There are only select amount of people he smile for, frankly, because others have been a little bit more than just cruel to him.
history:From birth onwards, his life was never easy. Michael was told his birth parents did not want him, and put him up for adoption. At infancy, he was adopted by his current parents. He remembers everything, normally. He has a photographic memory, but the boy doesn’t remember his parents. His parents, the ones that adopted him that is, told him that it could have been because his parents made that happen intentionally. His father was able to erase memories, though he absorbed them for himself. Not wanting to cause Michael pain, he left Michael with nothing. His mother let him keep one singular thing from her though, a small teddy-bear. He talked to it whenever he was upset. His adoptive parents, Frank and Marta were still quite nice to him, even if he was a bit troublesome and hard to deal with.
He didn’t have much of a chance to really get to go through his childhood. Being young and growing up in hollow earth, the boy was discriminated against because he was too human. He doesn’t have any distinguishing marks about him that can really pin him to any kind of abnormal currently known. So, he was made fun of by kids around his age when he went out to play.
When hollow earth was suddenly no longer his safe place, and the boy was forced to flee, the boy was separated from his adoptive parents. He’s living alone now, and he doesn’t have anyone to care about him on the streets. This means that he’s becoming too malnourished, more than he should be. He also realized that his power could be used to help. Being young, Michael thinks that the right thing to do is give the military a time-out. His version of a time out is no electronics. So, he searches daily for their signals to try and scramble, or disable them. He doesn’t appreciate humans much anymore, and he’s just trying to do what he thinks is right.
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hello! my name is Cocoa! and i'm excited to be here. i've been roleplaying for about 5 years now. other characters on this site that belong to me are none. my time zone is USA Central. and that's all you need to know about me! oh, and this is what an average post for me looks like:
The boy was once again leaving the alley he stayed at. His blankets were neatly folded, his items all tucked away safely. Well…whatever items Michael could afford to leave there. His teddy-bear was not included in that group, so he shoved it in his sweatshirt, a large pocket in the front allowed him to do that. It was time for him to get up and go, even if he didn’t care to. Short brown hair, getting longer and more tangled by the second, covered his already dirty face. There were no words to describe his true feelings. It was the same routine every day…and every time he did it another headache would come on, and hurt him once again.
Trepidation filled every step he took, he hated the walk to the library. Along the cruddy back-alleys, where bums and abnormals alike slept. Some smelt of crude alcohol, others as though they’d not showered in a week. The scent, as he’d first started to live in an alleyway, had been almost unmanageable. Words like “disgusting” and “filthy” took up his thoughts the first night, but that had drastically changed. Taking one more look back to the moldy blankets he slept on, he steeled himself for another day. Michael was once again going to help other people like him, and no one would know, right?
It had been not a few weeks ago, after hollow earth was “Uncovered” when the blackouts started. They were small, and easily overlooked as errors in electronic lines, but the truth of the matter was that little boy, who was walking so earnestly towards a public library, one block from his usual resting area. He was small, and easily overlooked by any passersby, just a kid in a loose-fitting sweatshirt, and downcast eyes. It was what was inside that counted for him more than many.
He took it upon himself every day to go to this library, and sit in a corner. This corner was just near a row of computers. It seemed one was always on and whirring when he was around, even if the boy didn’t physically touch the computer. His intent? He played “piggy-back” with the signals he could find, the bad ones. The ones that he knew belonged to the “bad people” of course.
As he neared the library, he started to take slow, calm breaths. He did have to do this sometimes before he dove into searching through signals, they were always full, and always active. Taking those stealy breaths lead him to not pay attention to his walk along these now familiar streets, and he tripped. Well, just tripping was okay for a valid reason, but the young boy didn’t have anything he tripped over, he was just incredibly uncoordinated. The cobble-stone that made up the pathway beneath him was not helpful either. Without so much as a groan, he stood up and brushed himself off, his face down, as he once again focused on the important matter of figuring out where his feet would go next.
Now it was time for piggy-back. It seemed the boy mumbled something, perhaps a bit of annoyance was expressed at how crowded the library was. He had to find somewhere secluded, or else risk getting distracted. There wasn’t much physically that showed what he was doing, except in his eyes. Binary code seemed to take up the entire eyeball beneath his eyelids, one reason he had to keep his eyes closed during this. It was just, he couldn’t be distracted. If he was, the blackouts started.
Perhaps it was all driven by a need for attention. A need to tell someone that they’d done wrong, and now Michael was starving. It wasn’t his fault, right? He’d done nothing…and he was starving. Though the six year old didn’t dig too deep, his heart was really the one feeling a pang every time he woke up. His heart panging at the loss of his family, and his stomach at the lack of food. The steps of the weary boy took him to the end of the library research station, which was luckily abandoned. The time wasn’t important, for what he was doing, so he didn’t bother to check it, as he pushed on the small spot in his brain, that one place that made things happen he wanted.
Pushing on it gave him a flood of streams, of signals, of electronic wavelengths, all of the THINGS that passed through a computer, from one to the next. His brain had gotten accustomed to ignoring the unimportant or unhelpful lengths, and as soon as it was narrowed down, he searched. Radio static, commands, wavelengths he recognized. All of those were there…and he picked out the ones he simply did not like. The ones that he was trying to erase. The signals were just gone. It rendered communication useless.
Though it seems to have been easy, this was no small feat. He sat for only one half hour before he found what he wanted, but he was not out of the bag yet. Pulling out of this all of the sudden could cause an unintentional blackout, because he would be pulling all of the signals he controlled with him. No, it took him quite a few hours to make sure everything was all in the right place before he could even move.
The young boy’s eyes opened, bloodshot and almost immediately wet from the pounding head he’d gotten from this attempt. He’d accomplished the removal of signals. The signals he didn’t like, ones near the ruins of his home. Someone was talking about looking for more of the abnormals…those cellphone signals were removed. There was a radio order to check on the abnormals in a camp, one single order, and he narrowed the destination down, and removed all communications. The boy thought over these, feeling as though he was going to throw up from the amount he’d had to hold back in picking individual signals out. The boy curled up on the comfy chair he was in, trying to wipe his wet eyes clear. Before he closed them for a longer amount of time, he softly spoke. “Just…just leave us alone. Let me go back home.”
Trepidation filled every step he took, he hated the walk to the library. Along the cruddy back-alleys, where bums and abnormals alike slept. Some smelt of crude alcohol, others as though they’d not showered in a week. The scent, as he’d first started to live in an alleyway, had been almost unmanageable. Words like “disgusting” and “filthy” took up his thoughts the first night, but that had drastically changed. Taking one more look back to the moldy blankets he slept on, he steeled himself for another day. Michael was once again going to help other people like him, and no one would know, right?
It had been not a few weeks ago, after hollow earth was “Uncovered” when the blackouts started. They were small, and easily overlooked as errors in electronic lines, but the truth of the matter was that little boy, who was walking so earnestly towards a public library, one block from his usual resting area. He was small, and easily overlooked by any passersby, just a kid in a loose-fitting sweatshirt, and downcast eyes. It was what was inside that counted for him more than many.
He took it upon himself every day to go to this library, and sit in a corner. This corner was just near a row of computers. It seemed one was always on and whirring when he was around, even if the boy didn’t physically touch the computer. His intent? He played “piggy-back” with the signals he could find, the bad ones. The ones that he knew belonged to the “bad people” of course.
As he neared the library, he started to take slow, calm breaths. He did have to do this sometimes before he dove into searching through signals, they were always full, and always active. Taking those stealy breaths lead him to not pay attention to his walk along these now familiar streets, and he tripped. Well, just tripping was okay for a valid reason, but the young boy didn’t have anything he tripped over, he was just incredibly uncoordinated. The cobble-stone that made up the pathway beneath him was not helpful either. Without so much as a groan, he stood up and brushed himself off, his face down, as he once again focused on the important matter of figuring out where his feet would go next.
Now it was time for piggy-back. It seemed the boy mumbled something, perhaps a bit of annoyance was expressed at how crowded the library was. He had to find somewhere secluded, or else risk getting distracted. There wasn’t much physically that showed what he was doing, except in his eyes. Binary code seemed to take up the entire eyeball beneath his eyelids, one reason he had to keep his eyes closed during this. It was just, he couldn’t be distracted. If he was, the blackouts started.
Perhaps it was all driven by a need for attention. A need to tell someone that they’d done wrong, and now Michael was starving. It wasn’t his fault, right? He’d done nothing…and he was starving. Though the six year old didn’t dig too deep, his heart was really the one feeling a pang every time he woke up. His heart panging at the loss of his family, and his stomach at the lack of food. The steps of the weary boy took him to the end of the library research station, which was luckily abandoned. The time wasn’t important, for what he was doing, so he didn’t bother to check it, as he pushed on the small spot in his brain, that one place that made things happen he wanted.
Pushing on it gave him a flood of streams, of signals, of electronic wavelengths, all of the THINGS that passed through a computer, from one to the next. His brain had gotten accustomed to ignoring the unimportant or unhelpful lengths, and as soon as it was narrowed down, he searched. Radio static, commands, wavelengths he recognized. All of those were there…and he picked out the ones he simply did not like. The ones that he was trying to erase. The signals were just gone. It rendered communication useless.
Though it seems to have been easy, this was no small feat. He sat for only one half hour before he found what he wanted, but he was not out of the bag yet. Pulling out of this all of the sudden could cause an unintentional blackout, because he would be pulling all of the signals he controlled with him. No, it took him quite a few hours to make sure everything was all in the right place before he could even move.
The young boy’s eyes opened, bloodshot and almost immediately wet from the pounding head he’d gotten from this attempt. He’d accomplished the removal of signals. The signals he didn’t like, ones near the ruins of his home. Someone was talking about looking for more of the abnormals…those cellphone signals were removed. There was a radio order to check on the abnormals in a camp, one single order, and he narrowed the destination down, and removed all communications. The boy thought over these, feeling as though he was going to throw up from the amount he’d had to hold back in picking individual signals out. The boy curled up on the comfy chair he was in, trying to wipe his wet eyes clear. Before he closed them for a longer amount of time, he softly spoke. “Just…just leave us alone. Let me go back home.”
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