Atticus Jude
Sept 25, 2012 23:48:37 GMT -8
Post by Kai on Sept 25, 2012 23:48:37 GMT -8
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About the character
``Name;; Atticus Mark Jude
``Nicknames;; None
``Age;; 17
``Gender;;Male
``Birthday;; September 19th
``Grade;; 11th
``Heritage;; Polish/Canadian
``Orientation;; He doesn't ever see himself with any gender so it couldn't matter less to him.
Appearance
``Eyes;; Green
`` Hair;; Black. Shoulder Length and Shaggy
``Height;; Six feet
``Weight;; One hundred and sixty-three pounds
``Body Type;; He isn't a body builder but is decently strong.
``Skin Color;; White/Pale
``Tattoos/piercings/scars;; A medium sized scar in the shape of a circle on his chest.
``Dress style;; Atticus’ dress style would be classified as “Emo.” He never could stand the stereotype. He just knew what made him look attractive. The boy usually can be found wearing a pair of black skinny jeans and a vintage styled t-shirt. In the winter months Atticus wears either hoodies of leather jackets.
``Overall;; His glare usually keeps others at bay, but if someone were unlucky enough to actually to talk to Atticus they would soon learn their mistake. He uses his words to cut others down. He would never use his powers on another person unless he needed to out of survival. Atticus has a noble side, though it's hidden by his aloof demeanor.
``Likes;;
~Cigarettes.
~Indie Bands
~Swedish Fish
~Dark colors
~Coffee
``Dislikes;;
~Stereotypes
~Department of Social Services
~The word “Smooshy”
~Most fast food, though he does enjoy Taco Bell occasionally
~Red Heads, no offense he just doesn’t like fire crotches.
``Hobbies;;
~Cooking, at one point in his life Atticus wanted to become a chef.
~Sitting alone. The best time to collect his thoughts.
~Collecting films. He sees himself as some sort of movie buff.
``Quirks;;
~Writes his dreams down as soon as he wakes up.
~Is an avid sketcher, you can find his doodles on most of his schoolwork
~Loves the taste of tobacco, mostly in the form of cigarettes.
``Flaws;;
~Suffers from major depression.
~Pushes people away.
~If Atticus becomes close friends with someone he'd rather himself die than them be hurt.
``Secrets;;
~When he was fourteen he had a horrible case of depression that ended with a suicide attempt.
~He worries that his mother is still living a horrible life, and is angry at himself for not being able to help her.
``Personality;;
Atticus isn't what you would call a "people person." He can barely stand minutes of conversation with others, he finds it to be a chore most of the time and usually just stares at them until they walk away. The only person that actually matters to him is Nathan Stone. He spends most of his time sensing people's fears and trying to hone in on what makes them terrified. Why not? Knowing someones deepest and darkest fears can come in very handy.
``Mom;; Romana Jude, Atticus knows nothing more than her name.
``Dad;; Unknown
``Sibling(s);; Kellan, Remmy, and Patrick Jude, Atticus knows nothing more than their names
``Pet(s);;N/A
``Other;; Nathan Stone, Atticus is his protector. Simple as that.
``History;;
Atticus was born to Ramona Jude, the local prostitute of Pleasantville New Jersey. Romona was a high school drop out and tried to do whatever she could do for her four boys. She loved them with all her heart. She did the best she could for the boys, but they never could afford housing much less food for all of them. On many nights they went hungry. Atticus was too young to understand what his mother did for a living; he just knew that she loved him and that she was trying hard to give them a better life. When Atticus was only five the local sheriff arrested Ramona and all four of her boys were sent to different orphanages. Atticus ended up in Saint Peter's Orphanage. Unfortunately for the small boy no one wanted the son of a filthy prostitute. He grew up in the Orphanage until he was thirteen and ran away. For a year he lived on the streets. He hated the way his life had played out and couldn’t handle it anymore. The boy stole a small handgun from one of the thugs that hung around the area. The boy attempted to kill himself by shooting himself in the chest. Luckily for Atticus a passerby heard the gunshot and he was rushed to the emergency room. The bullet passed only inches from his heart, and the doctors were able to save him.
~One year later~
With the suicide attempt behind him Atticus found himself at Ancient Lakes Academy, a place for people like him. The one’s shunned from society, the one’s that were looked down on because they were different. A place for Gifteds. He stays with his closest friend, Nathan Stone.
``Powers/Abilities/Gifts;; Atticus was gifted with the power of gaining strength from fear. He was able to sense the smallest bit of fear and feed off of it. He is learning to control it, and with the learning of control came another power that was directly affected by the amount of fear present.
Nightmare Control: The ability to make people's nightmares a reality. Basically Atticus can go within the person's mind and figure out what exactly the person fears and make them face it, trapped inside their mind.
``Role Play Sample;;
The kid was on the stage with pretty much the only clothes he had to his name. A t-shirt that looked like it missed a few washings, a pair of ratty jeans, and tennis shoes. It didn't matter to him, he could care less what other people thought of him. Atticus had already made plans for his ability to be shown, he was just waiting for the right time. A concrete slab was next to him, resting on two small columns.
"Mr. Jude? Plan on showing us anything?" Asked one of the judges. Atticus glared at him and nodded his head. The boy whipped around and pointed to the person manning the lights for the room. Suddenly it was pitch black, and Atticus was feeling it. Another student shrieked, obviously scared of the dark. He smirked as his eyes slowly started to fill with blackness. He could see the fear, as if it was tangible, and boy was there a lot of it right now.
He started soaking it all in and felt his body getting stronger. It was such a good feeling, like the best drug that was ever invented. Every little problem started to melt away and he could see clearly, but this was a test and he needed to show them what he could do. The lights flipped back on. "Atticus Jude. Fear Feeder." He growled as he brought his fist down on the concrete black, cracking it right down the middle. The now two blocks fell down on the stage with a large thud.
Atticus brushed off his bloodied knuckles and stared at the judges. "I can also see your deepest, darkest fear...but I figured that would be a bit too extreme for this little show. Are we done here?"
