Post by Riley Thompson on Jul 13, 2015 23:26:06 GMT -5
Full Name: Riley James Thompson
Nickname/Alias: RJ (Goes By This More So Than His Actual Name) | LifeWithPTSD (Youtube Name)
Age/Date Of Birth: Twenty Nine Years Old | 12 - 20 - 1985
Race: Human
Occupation: Veteran Soldier/Oil Rig Worker/Youtuber
Species Group: Psychic
Play-By: Theo James
Abilities
Psionic Energy Manipulation - Being of one of the seven royal families, he was gifted with one of they very rare abilities within the family. He is able to sense the level of other psychics and even what powers they posses. He's even able to manipulate these psychic energies and use them for himself, allowing him to use other's powers. However, in order to be able to do this he must be around the person with the power and if he's not he will not be able to use their psychic energy to mimic their power.
Telekinesis - RJ's other ability is being able to move objects with his mind. Consciously he cannot move anything too heavy, a car would be the most he could move and he'd have to concentrate hard to do so. However when he is not conscious and asleep, his power can go out of control and all kinds of things move and shake if he has a nightmare due to his PTSD. He can move things he can't move when awake, however if he practices enough he may be able to eventually.
Special Inventory
Hallowed Event Perks
Likes (At Least 3):
❤ Reading - During his time serving he began to read a lot and now he tends to do so a lot, enjoying it quite a bit and finding it as an escape from his life.
❤ Photography - RJ has a bit of a passion for capturing photos and also video taping things.
❤ Sharing His Life With PTSD - He likes having a Youtube channel where he reaches out to others suffering with PTSD, helping people connect with other's with it.
Dislikes (At Least 3):
✗ Sleeping - He doesn't like to sleep due to some of the nightmares he has, however he takes Prazosin in order to help with it.
✗ Guys Who Don't Take No For An Answer - He doesn't like to see a pretty girl harassed by some moron wanting to get in her pants or something of another.
✗ Seeing People Hurt - RJ hates seeing anyone hurt and does what he can to help them. He's more than willing to lay his life down for someone else's.
Fears (At Least 2):
☬ The Serial Killer Catching Him And His Friends
☬ Intimacy - After getting his heart broken he has a fear of intimacy, scared to get close to anyone because he doesn't want his heart broken again.
Goals (At Least 1):
★ To Keep His Friends Safe From This Psychic Serial Killer
Personality: RJ suffers from PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) from his experience in the war. He has reoccurring war dreams, and loud noises among other things can send him into a flashback and make him believe it is all happening again. He could have both physical or psychological reactions to any kind of reminder of the traumatic events.
Because of this RJ has learned to make himself numb, to feel nothing when sober, or alternatively drinking the cares away and making him carefree. However he is human so this doesn't mean he doesn't feel anything or that he is some kind of sociopath, he just tries his best to distance himself from emotions because that helps him avoid the pain of what he has been through.
This man isn't shy at all and he is far from modest. He's not open to relationships because they always end in heart break for him. He isn't afraid to kiss a girl, sleep with a girl, but he won't get emotionally involved.... Which can become a problem. After his heart was broken he began to have trust issues, not able to let anyone close enough to hurt him. In all honesty his heart still aches from what his ex did to him because he truly loved her.
RJ is a very quiet and distant man. He doesn't open up about personal things, such as his time at war, the night terrors he has, or the death of his ex, Marrisa. He spends most of his free time drinking, either at home or a local bar. When he has enough alcohol in him he can easily flirt with girls, and let loose just a bit.
He can be startled very easily, but it isn't a good thing to do so because he would most likely react with dangerous force. He has a very hard time sleeping and sometimes when he does get to sleep he has the horrible night terrors of events that have happened to him.
One thing that RJ does like to do and will continue doing is help people. He can't stand by and see someone else in need or pain, he tries to help. Even with small things like the guy at the bar harassing a pretty girl to some murderer about to take a victim, he will step in and try to save the day.
Traits
Positives (At Least 3):
✧ Caring
✧ Heroic
✧ Strong Will
Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Untrusting
✦ Alcoholic
✦ Distant
Parents: Brandon Thompson (Father), Kristin Thompson (Mother)
Siblings: Bobby Thompson (Younger Brother)
Other Family: Trevor Thompson (Uncle)
Important Others: Jacob Lawson Wes Lawson , Marissa Manchester
History:
RJ was born into a royal family gifted with psychic powers, with the name Riley James Thompson. He had two loving parents and a dorky little brother, and life was pretty normal... Well as normal as it could be until he developed a psychic ability. His parents explained to him that he was apart of an old family that every once in a while would develop a psychic ability. Not all the members would gain a gift but they told him he was a lucky one and had him learn more about it from his Uncle Trevor, who had the gift to move things with his mind and see the future in dreams.
Apparently RJ's gift was very rare among the family, that only a few members had ever had it. He grew up alongside two brothers from the Lawson family, another royal psychic family. They lived right next door, and when they were teenagers they met Marissa, who was apart of yet another royal family and the four became good friends. When RJ was sixteen, he and Marissa began to date and he fell in love with her almost instantly. His parents and others warned him that it was just 'puppy love' but he didn't listen to them. The two stayed together for a while and when he was twenty years old he went off to join the army.
He stayed in the service for six years, until a bomb blew up a car he and his fellow soldiers were on. He survived, along with one other man but he developed PTSD afterwards. He was sent back home and he decided he wanted to surprise Marissa. He sneaked into their small apartment and he walked in on her with another man, in their bed. Angry, hurt, and just overwhelmed everything began to shake around him and the windows shattered. It was the first time he ever used telekinesis, a new ability that manifested due to the emotional distress he was going through.
He left her and went to stay with his friends, the Lawson brothers. He started to drink, and drink a lot. His Uncle Bobby got him a job out on the oil rig and he left for a while to do the job. He was put on medication to help with his PTSD and eventually he would come back home and though he could never truly forgive Marissa, he did his best. He continued to speak with her and show her kindness, but as a friend. At times she wanted to come back to him but he wouldn't take her back, not being able to open his heart up again. He began to make Youtube videos for others suffering from PTSD and hopefully help people not feel like they are alone in everything they are going through.
This is how is life went for a while, working on the rig, making Youtube videos, drinking, until one night when he, Marissa, and the Lawson brothers decided to go to a party out in the woods. It was someone's birthday party, RJ really didn't know who but he was dragged along. There was a lot of drinking and music but it all was interrupted when a man attacked the group within the woods. He had powers, he could move faster than normal and was able to hear things from miles away. He killed innocent people at the party who got in his way as he came after the four. They ran but Marissa fell in her high heels, the wood's landscape being too much for her. Before she could get up the man grab her by her hair and pulled her up to her knees. RJ turned around, yelling her name and as he went to run back for her he was stopped by the older Lawson brother and in a blink of an eye, the man slit the girls throat.
RJ almost cried out in pain but was pulled away by the brothers and they ran. Thanks to the eldest brother, they knew what the man wanted and they made the decision to run, leaving town and taking to the road. The killer didn't stop however, he followed them and it became a chase to the death. Now the three are left to try and survive, running from a man who wants to kill them due to their abilities. However, according to what the eldest felt... It was the younger brother that really interested the murderer.
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RP Sample:
Dean watched as the young blonde suddenly stood up and held out her hand. She was leaving? Dean couldn't help but feel a bit of disappointment. Little did he know the blonde thought Dean was trying to get rid of her even though that was not his intentions. He also stood and took her hand shaking it lightly but firmly, the electrical shock he felt earlier not as strong as the first time. When she leaned over and kissed his cheek it took him a little off guard. Her warm yet moist lips sent a feeling much stronger then the electrical shocks he felt earlier every time they made slight contact. What was it about this girl?.... It was something very different, he felt an almost... pull to her like she was a magnet and he was just a fine piece of metal. Again, his mind blamed it on the fact that he was in Purgatory for a year and this was really the first time he had been with a girl alone in quite sometime.
Dean took her phone and put the number in, all the while realizing that she would probably never call. He knew better then anyone that you don't give the person your number you get theirs. He handed her the phone and their fingers brushed against each other. She put the phone back in her bag.
"Thank you again,"
As she looked at him, their eyes met once again, gazing into one another's for a split moment before a small sigh escaped her lips. Before Dean could ask what was wrong a knock and a small voice came from outside the door.
"Housekeeping!"
Dean immediately furrowed his eyebrows. What the hell was housekeeping coming around at this time? It wasn't right, and Dean knew it. He had been living in motels forever, it wasn't time for this. Not only that, but Dean had specifically asked to keep housekeeping away until after he was done with the room, just something he started doing just in case he planned on staying a while. Dean went to grab Bethany's arm as she turned to open the door but wasn't quick enough.
"Wait, don't- - "
Beth opened the door and there stood a rather small middle aged woman with with black hair pulled into a pony-tail and a light blue cleaning uniform. Dean's eyebrows stayed furrowed as he looked at the woman but her words sent a shier down his spine and blood pumping his heart even faster.
"Hello, Bethany,"
The woman's eyes turned coal black and her cold, devilish half-smile sent another shiver down Dean's spine when suddenly Beth was sent flying into the wall. The demon sped in, the door slamming behind her. It was if she didn't notice Dean, that she didn't even care that he was standing there as her glare stayed hooked on Bethany who was now being pinned to the wall with telekinesis. As she was being held there a coat hook stabbed through the poor girl's left shoulder.
Dean's index finger on his right hand twitched as he stood there for a second. Before long the Winchester was moving and pulling out a canteen of holy water from under his pillow. Thankfully back when he got the credit cards Dean also got the basics, salt, holy water, borax, the works. He quickly spun around a toss a bit at the demon, making her grab at her face and scream as she steamed. Thanks to the sudden pain, the demon's hold on Bethany was gone and she fell to the floor. Dean quickly sprinkled more on the demon and moved in front of the door.
The woman stood there, her hands covering her face as she was bent over and looking down. She slowly lifted her head and pulled her hands away. Her eyes going wide and the pitch black being even more visible.
"Dean Winchester?!"
The demon shrieked and as she went to quickly leave the body Dean kicked with full force and she was pushed back, falling on a rug set up at the foot of the bed. She looked up quickly at the ceiling seeing nothing and frowned, trying to leave again but when she couldn't her eyes shot to Dean. Dean walked over slowly and smirked, lifting up the corner of the rug revealing a devils trap. He spoke in a low and cocky tone.
"Got you, bitch."
The demon squinted her eyes and tilted her head as Dean got up and rushed over to Beth.
"You..... I heard you were gone, everyone did. How are you here?"
Dean ignored the demon and squatted to Bethany's side, his eyes full of concern. He looked at her and upon seeing her injury he quickly wrapped his arm around her and helped her up.
"Don't worry... You'll be okay... I'll fix you up."
Dean walked her over to the bed and sat her down, ways away from the demon. After looking at her wound again, he looked into her eyes.
"Hang in there..."
Dean turned around and walked up to the demon, standing right outside of the devil's trap.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He nodded back at Beth. "What do you want from her?"
"Not going to make me talk, Winchester." The demon shook her head and smirked.
"Yeah?" Dean raised his eyebrows as he splashed more water in her face causing her to hiss. "Sure about that?"
The demon decided not to respond and Dean's anger and disgust took over.
"Fine. " Dean looked down at her, his glare latched onto her and not going anywhere. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica."
They'll love to know you are back!" The demon growled at Dean, causing him to pause a moment. "Yeah, well tell them I sent you." Dean paused again with a slight smirk and then he finished the exorcism. "Ergo, draco maledicte. Excclesiam tuam securi tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos."
A cloud of black smoke came spewing violently from the woman's mouth and when down through the floor. Dean took a breath and quickly turned around to see Beth. He swallowed and walked quickly back over to Beth, sitting on the bed next to her.
"I..... should patch you up now."
The body of the woman laid there, not moving as she was gone. Dean reached over to the nightstand, bending over Beth slightly and pulling open the drawer revealing some medical equipment.
Dean took her phone and put the number in, all the while realizing that she would probably never call. He knew better then anyone that you don't give the person your number you get theirs. He handed her the phone and their fingers brushed against each other. She put the phone back in her bag.
"Thank you again,"
As she looked at him, their eyes met once again, gazing into one another's for a split moment before a small sigh escaped her lips. Before Dean could ask what was wrong a knock and a small voice came from outside the door.
"Housekeeping!"
Dean immediately furrowed his eyebrows. What the hell was housekeeping coming around at this time? It wasn't right, and Dean knew it. He had been living in motels forever, it wasn't time for this. Not only that, but Dean had specifically asked to keep housekeeping away until after he was done with the room, just something he started doing just in case he planned on staying a while. Dean went to grab Bethany's arm as she turned to open the door but wasn't quick enough.
"Wait, don't- - "
Beth opened the door and there stood a rather small middle aged woman with with black hair pulled into a pony-tail and a light blue cleaning uniform. Dean's eyebrows stayed furrowed as he looked at the woman but her words sent a shier down his spine and blood pumping his heart even faster.
"Hello, Bethany,"
The woman's eyes turned coal black and her cold, devilish half-smile sent another shiver down Dean's spine when suddenly Beth was sent flying into the wall. The demon sped in, the door slamming behind her. It was if she didn't notice Dean, that she didn't even care that he was standing there as her glare stayed hooked on Bethany who was now being pinned to the wall with telekinesis. As she was being held there a coat hook stabbed through the poor girl's left shoulder.
Dean's index finger on his right hand twitched as he stood there for a second. Before long the Winchester was moving and pulling out a canteen of holy water from under his pillow. Thankfully back when he got the credit cards Dean also got the basics, salt, holy water, borax, the works. He quickly spun around a toss a bit at the demon, making her grab at her face and scream as she steamed. Thanks to the sudden pain, the demon's hold on Bethany was gone and she fell to the floor. Dean quickly sprinkled more on the demon and moved in front of the door.
The woman stood there, her hands covering her face as she was bent over and looking down. She slowly lifted her head and pulled her hands away. Her eyes going wide and the pitch black being even more visible.
"Dean Winchester?!"
The demon shrieked and as she went to quickly leave the body Dean kicked with full force and she was pushed back, falling on a rug set up at the foot of the bed. She looked up quickly at the ceiling seeing nothing and frowned, trying to leave again but when she couldn't her eyes shot to Dean. Dean walked over slowly and smirked, lifting up the corner of the rug revealing a devils trap. He spoke in a low and cocky tone.
"Got you, bitch."
The demon squinted her eyes and tilted her head as Dean got up and rushed over to Beth.
"You..... I heard you were gone, everyone did. How are you here?"
Dean ignored the demon and squatted to Bethany's side, his eyes full of concern. He looked at her and upon seeing her injury he quickly wrapped his arm around her and helped her up.
"Don't worry... You'll be okay... I'll fix you up."
Dean walked her over to the bed and sat her down, ways away from the demon. After looking at her wound again, he looked into her eyes.
"Hang in there..."
Dean turned around and walked up to the demon, standing right outside of the devil's trap.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He nodded back at Beth. "What do you want from her?"
"Not going to make me talk, Winchester." The demon shook her head and smirked.
"Yeah?" Dean raised his eyebrows as he splashed more water in her face causing her to hiss. "Sure about that?"
The demon decided not to respond and Dean's anger and disgust took over.
"Fine. " Dean looked down at her, his glare latched onto her and not going anywhere. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica."
They'll love to know you are back!" The demon growled at Dean, causing him to pause a moment. "Yeah, well tell them I sent you." Dean paused again with a slight smirk and then he finished the exorcism. "Ergo, draco maledicte. Excclesiam tuam securi tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos."
A cloud of black smoke came spewing violently from the woman's mouth and when down through the floor. Dean took a breath and quickly turned around to see Beth. He swallowed and walked quickly back over to Beth, sitting on the bed next to her.
"I..... should patch you up now."
The body of the woman laid there, not moving as she was gone. Dean reached over to the nightstand, bending over Beth slightly and pulling open the drawer revealing some medical equipment.
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