Post by Micah Brennan on Dec 8, 2013 15:14:57 GMT -5
Full Name: Micah Joseph Brennan Nickname/Alias: Just Micah. Don't call him Mike. Age/Date Of Birth: 20 - February 14, 1997 Race: Human Occupation: Troublemaker Species Group: 2nd Generation Deva Play-By: Harry Styles
Molecular Cloning - Micah is able to clone his own molecules and make actual physical copies of himself. These copies have a solid physical form and will move, speak and act just as Micah would. He is currently only able to create up to three copies at a time.
When under the drug used by the asylum, his clones are not solid. Anyone trying to touch them will go right through them. There usually will be something very minor off about them as well... a slight difference in voice or mannerisms that might arise suspicion from someone who knows him well enough.
On angel blood (or once he develops his ability fully), Micah can produce multiple clones that all act, talk, move, and feel as though they are actually human. Anything that would kill a normal human (stabbing, gun shot, a great fall, etc) will cause the clone to disappear.
Automatic Writing - Writing (or in some cases, artwork) produced without conscious thought. When this happens Micah seems to go in a bit of a trance and will write or draw something and not remember having done so when he snaps out of it. Usually these are the result of a sixth sense or premonition, a memory that has been hidden away or even the revelation of some deep subconscious need or desire.
Likes (At Least 3): ❤ his abilities ❤ pizza... all day any day... well, food in general really... ❤ comic books ❤ video games ❤ art
Dislikes (At Least 3): ✗needles ✗group therapy ✗authority figures
Fears (At Least 2): ☬ needles ☬ dying young ☬ being stuck in Deva Hills Asylum forever
Goals (At Least 1): ★ To become his generation's Stan Lee ★ To get out of this hell hole called Deva Hills
Personality: Micah is a sly fox with a sharp wit and a sarcastic sense of humor. He tends to be a bit of a smart ass and isn't afraid to speak his mind or stand up for himself or his friends. He likes doing things that could potentially land him in trouble because it gives him a huge thrill when he actually gets away with something. Micah is extremely protective of his friends and has no problem mouthing off to authority figures.
In his downtime he is very much into just hanging with a buddy and playing video games or something of the sort. He is not particularly athletic as far as sports go, but he is a damn fast runner. Micah tends to gravitate toward other kids and doesn't really want much to do with adults, as he has yet to find an adult who hasn't proven to be a complete disappointment to him. He thinks he is better off without them.
Positives (At Least 3): ✧ strong-willed ✧ witty ✧ resilient
Negatives (At Least 3): ✦ smartass ✦ rebellious ✦ stubborn
Parents: unknown - countless foster parents Siblings: If he does, they don't matter to him Other Family: Nope Important Others: Luke Sullivan (best friend), Aria Mathis (friend) History: Micah's story began when he was discovered as a baby in a dumpster behind an Italian restaurant. He had been wrapped in bloodied toilet paper and discarded like yesterday's news. After being checked out and deemed healthy by the local hospital, the proper authorities were called and Micah was eventually entered into the foster care system, where he grew up being passed from family to family. Having no solid home or family, he grew up feeling like he couldn't rely on anyone, particularly parental or authority figures. All he knew about his own parents was that they not only didn't want him, they didn't even find him worth finding proper care for. They had left him for dead, and who needed a family like that?
As a result, he grew up getting in all sorts of trouble for pickpocketing, vandalization, breaking and entering, etc. Foster families passed him around like the bread basket at a dinner table. None of them wanted to bother with a troublemaker like him and that just made him all the more defiant against authority.
Micah had discovered early on that if he wanted to badly enough, he could actually make a temporary physical copy of himself. The first time this happened was when he was eleven and sitting at a charity dinner with one of his foster families. Micah had excused himself to go to the bathroom and stared at his reflection in the mirror, thinking to himself about how bored he was and how he wished he could be somewhere else. He splashed water on his face and looked back up to the mirror in time to see the reflection of himself walking out the door behind him. He followed at a cautious distance and actually witnessed himself sitting back down and interacting with others at the table. Micah, being a comic enthusiast, was of course thrilled because he was sure that he had someone developed super powers.
After that day, he continued to practice using this skill, even though he wasn't at all sure how he had obtained it. But he was young and it didn't matter to him. It literally helped him to be in two places at once, which was really convenient for a kid like him. But it also just increased the frustration of the foster families and authority figures. Somehow people just knew that he was responsible for these petty crimes, but as he always had an alibi, they were never really able to prove it.
Eventually, for whatever reason, be it money, threats, or something else, the orphanage was approached by the staff of Deva Hills and they happily turned Micah over into their care, eager to get rid of him.
Alias: Cherry Pie How did you find us?: Old site Experience: Many years. Other Characters: Bethany Clark, Charlie Bradbury, Sky Meadows, Isaac Kelly, Eli McKinley, Jesse Devereaux, Aloria RP Sample: It was pretty much the same thing every day. Three hours in solitary confinement. Three hours of a straight jacket and white, padded walls. Three hours of no doctors, no tests, no group therapy, no syringes filled with God knows what.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Micah Brennan knew that he wanted this to happen. He wanted to get away from it all... to clear his head. He wondered if they would ever just put him on Deva Hills Death Row or whatever, as much damage as he had caused to their equipment as well as some of their staff. But no, three hours in solitary seemed to be punishment enough for them... today and all the days past since his first day here.
Without the use of his arms, it wasn't easy to move freely in the white, padded room. He laid on his side and pretty much wriggled his way over to the corner and eventually situated himself so that he was sitting up with his back to the wall, knees drawn up. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, sticking out his bottom lip and blowing a puff of air upwards to get his dark curls out of his eyes. He was in desperate need of a haircut. He let out a heavy sigh as the events of that morning replayed in his mind.
The nurse had come in at 5 a.m. Right on time. It was like this every morning, to the point where Micah had started waking up on his own at 4:30 and staring blankly at the digital clock, waiting with dread. It was like clockwork, the moment 5 o'clock hit, the door behind him came open and the blinding overhead light came on. He curled up tighter in the blankets and started to tremble with fear. He knew what was coming, and the creaking of the wheels of the cart being pushed across the room and to his bed were like nails on a chalkboard to him. He closed his eyes tight, trying to block it out.
"It's time, Micah," came the sweet, sing-song voice of the little blonde nurse as she began to fill the syringe with whatever toxin she intended to inject into him.
He just shook his head and tried to hide further into the bed sheets, as if he were trying to sink completely into the mattress. "No," he mumbled.
The nurse sighed. "Let's not make this difficult." She attempted to pull back the covers, but Micah held them tightly wrapped around his shoulders.
"I said NO!" he shouted, causing the nurse to draw her hand back and lift her eyebrows, and then she pushed a little button on her ID badge... a silent alarm that would tell the asylum security that there was a situation and giving them her precise location. She actually wondered why they didn't just have an entire team join her with this one. Micah was never easy to deal with.
Again, she gave the blankets a hard tug, this time effectively pulling them free from his body. With the syringe in hand, she leaned down toward him, but Micah bolted upright in bed and immediately lunged at the nurse and tackled her. The pair crashed into the cart, sending its contents flying about as they ended up on the floor, grappling one another and wrestling for control. She was trying desperately to shove that needle into his arm and he was determined not to let her.
At one point he had the nurse pinned and was sitting on her, using his knees to hold her arms to the floor so she couldn't reach him with the syringe. There was a wild, angry look in his eyes as his hands closed around her throat. "I said no goddamnit!" he screamed at her. "You're not shoving that fucking thing anywhere in me!" The nurse tried to writhe out from under him, choking, and helpless, and then suddenly a pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around Micah and pulled him off of her, lifting him off the ground with ease.
"LET GO!" he shouted, fighting against the guard (who had impossible strength) as the nurse stood up and regained her composure. Micah struggled with all his might, swinging his legs up and kicking wildly, his foot connecting with the little blonde's face, effectively breaking her nose, but he didn't care. He'd rather they kill him than keep subjecting him to this bullshit day after day. But the guard who held him still held tight, and Micah opened his mouth and bit down hard on the man's forearms in desperation. It was enough to cause him to loosen his grip, but by that time two others had joined the fray and before Micah could do anymore damage he felt the sting of a tranquilizer in the side of his neck, and then everything went black.
That was who knew how long ago. Micah had no idea how long he had been asleep, only that three hours in solitary seemed to be the norm, so he assumed that was how long he would be here now. Even though he couldn't see the injection site, he could feel the soreness in his arm that told him they had successfully administered the drug after knocking him out.
He hated it. The needle was bad enough... but whatever they kept giving him kept his ability weak... weak enough that when he manifested a double, it wasn't solid and wouldn't act on its own. His cloning ability was one of the few things that he really had that he felt proud of... that he felt define him, and these monsters insisted on taking it away and not giving him any answers.
He knew that if he could avoid the injections for maybe a day or two, he could probably manifest a clone at full strength, and that clone could take the drug for him while he hid somewhere, possibly under the bed. He only needed to be able to do it that first time, because as long as he wasn't being medicated, he could get his strength back, and eventually figure out a way to get himself out of this Hell Hole....
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