Post by Lleam Carson on Nov 20, 2011 7:15:12 GMT -6
[/size][/ul].Michael Prince
Lleam Carson
"A picture is worth a thousand actions, not all of them pretty. "
YOUR AGE .19
RP EXPERIENCE .2 Years
CONTACT INFO .michaelprince1992@yahoo.com
HOW DID YOU FIND US .I know the owner personally
NICKNAMES .LC
AGE & DATE OF BIRTH .23 Jan. 1, 1988
GROUP . Patient
POWER/ABILITIES .Any image is a portal to a new yet parallel world in which he may take or do anything that he so desires. Once he departs from said world the image is unaltered from its original form.
POWER WEAKNESS AND AMPLIFIER Weakness: If the image is blurred or damaged in any way he may not pass into that world. Amplifier:The more lifelike the image the stronger the effect of items brought back.
FACE CLAIM . Bam Margera
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HEIGHT .6'1"
WEIGHT .195Lbs.
HAIR.Black. Mid-length. Shaggy.
EYES.Blue
TATTOOS & PIERCINGS .Many tattoos of a very wide variety. No piercings.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES .His cool unyielding focus on all things around him.(Paranoid)
PHYSICAL FLAWS . Long scar on the lower left side at the bottom of his rib cage.
PERSONAL STYLE . Highly fashionable. Loves black and long coats.
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DISLIKES .Stupidity, Poetry, and Lab Coats.
STRENGTHS .Quick Wit and Thick Skin.
WEAKNESSES .Love of Arguments and Inability to Accept A Loss.
GOALS .To Have Fun (Explained To Admin)
FEARS .Crowds, Blonds, and Paper Clips.
SECRETS .Very very Wealthy and Has A Photographic Memory.
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FATHER .Alive
MOTHER .Alive Samantha Carson
SIBLINGS .None
PETS .Great Dane Molly
OTHER FAMILY .None
HISTORY . Born to an only child during her stay at a college in London, Lleam was always a smart child. He finished private school in America at the age of thirteen and completed collage at seventeen. During his time in collage his grandfather passed away leaving him and his mother a vast inheritance and an estate in Maine. After he finished school he became infatuated with art.
Because of his love of art he began taking trips to the most famous museums in the world. During a trip to the Louvre he tripped and fell into a painting. After many hours of trying to get out he managed to escape and found a renewed interest in all things art. He began to collect various paintings, sketches, and even a doodle or two.
He found that not only could he travel freely between the real and art worlds, but he could take from that world as well. Knowing this and having already been rich he soon became bored with normal life. He had his fill of all the world had to offer and more. He needed a new spin on life.
He returned to his estate in Maine and thought on how his life could be more exciting. A year later on his twenty-third birthday as he was traveling he happened across an asylum. Animosity Asylum was by all accounts the most interesting place he had ever seen. He stopped the car, entered the building, and checked himself in.
He now spends his days painting, arguing with the staff, and occasionally taking a stroll though a painting. He has become very good at hiding his power from most people and has yet to be caught. During his time at the asylum he has become an amazing debater and enjoys every moment of an argument. Pissing off the nurses has become his favorite pass time. [/size][/ul]
MEMBER TITLE .The Artiiest
RULES PHRASE(this tells us you've read the rules.) . Bandaids
ANY OTHER CHARACTERS? . No
RP SAMPLE ."Now what do I need?" He thought aloud as he sat in front of his easel. "I don't need cigarettes, nor a drink... I know!" He exclaimed. "The food here is horrible. I need a slice of pizza... maybe an entire pizza." He then placed his brush against the vacant canvas and began his newest work of self gratifying art. As the stokes became bolder and the painting neared completion his mouth began to water. “This will be the best pizza ever.” He said in an egotistical tone, “I may even share a piece or two…or not.”
A smile began to show on his face as the final product was drying. “Now I don’t have to put up with the cook trying to kill my taste buds.” He looked around quickly making sure no one was watching as he placed his hand against the freshly dried paint. “I’ll only get one for now. No need to be greedy.” He began to push his hand through the canvas which offered only slight resistance. The paint began to ripple like a puddle in a spring shower.
As he reached for the nearest piece he could feel the warmth of the pizza as if it had only just been baked, ”I’m glad they let me keep my tools. I don’t know how long I would have stayed sane if they hadn‘t.” He grasped the warm slice of freshly made deep dish and began to pull back from the painting he had finished just moments ago. As the pizza began to emerge from the rippling surface of the canvas the smell of warm dough and tomato sauce began to fill the room.
“My art is only matched by my cooking,” he said to himself, ”I’m going to enjoy this.” As the painting became still he took a bite of his pizza and smiled.
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