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Post by Alaric Ballard on May 8, 2020 18:44:09 GMT -5
Full Name: Alaric Laurence Ballard Nickname/Alias: Ric, Maverick Age/Date Of Birth: Thirty Years Old | 07 - 24 - 1991 Race: Human Occupation: Marine Veteran Species Group: 2nd Generation Deva Play-By: Mike Vogel
Telekinesis is the ability to manipulate objects and matter with one's mind. The user can influence/manipulate/move objects/matter with their mind. Telekinesis is one of the basis of many superpowers that are based on "controlling/manipulating", and may evolve to the point that a Telekinetic can control anything at a microscopic level. The ability is heavily effected by the users emotions. While it will be possible for Alaric to gain control and learn how to use his telekinesis, he will never be able to fully control it as he won't be able to stop it from lashing out when he is in intense emotional states.
Ballistic Telekinesis is the power to manipulate destructive/violent telekinetic force and is a variation of Telekinesis. This part of the ability is incredibly unstable. When in a fit of emotions, like anger or sorrow; the user causes strange things to happen. When in a huge anger spurge the user could hurt others with their telekinesis, unable to control it themselves. They become a being of complete destruction. It's possible for the user to learn how to control this part of them, but only in the sense that they could learn to use the abilities of it willingly... They still wouldn't be in control of it when in extreme emotional states.
His telekinesis is incredibly strong, there not being much he wouldn't be able to do however this will be explored though roleplay. As his telekinesis grows, the ballistic effects will get worse... From things flying at insane speeds, explosions created with telekinetic force, and even disintegration. The true potential of this destructive force will be explored in RP.
Empathy: An ability that is not yet developed. Aalaric will be able to feel the emotions of others.
Special items that are bought from the store will go here.
Likes (At Least 3): ❤ Mentos - Especially the strawberry ones. ❤ Cooking - He's an amazing cook, it's a huge secret passion of his. ❤ Alcohol - He was always a bit of a drinker but after the war, he's become a bit of an alcoholic.
Dislikes (At Least 3): ✗ Sleeping - He rarely gets a peaceful night sleep, night terrors plague his dreams. ✗ Vegan Meat Substitutes - Ugh, gross. It's almost offensive to prepare a meal with it. ✗ Talking About The War - It's a given but he went through some shit and he bottles it up. He doesn't really want to talk about it.
Fears (At Least 2): ☬ Himself - He's scared of himself, scared that he'll hurt someone due to his PTSD. Because of this, he won't let anyone near him when he is asleep. ☬ Driving - After what happened in Afghanistan he has trouble being inside of a vehicle. Especially large trucks.
Goals (At Least 1): ★ To Get Better And Not Be A Wreck Of A Person
Personality: Alaric is a very quiet man, who carries the weight of his burdens on his shoulders. He bottles up his emotions to just drink them away. Alaric spends many nights going to the bars or using apps to hook up with strangers that he'll never call again. He's incredibly courageous in the face of danger, and is willing to put his life on the line for someone else's. When he considers you a friend or family, then his loyalty knows no bounds. He's very smart and isn't easily fooled. He has a gentle heart that is hidden behind short words and brooding silence.
Positives (At Least 3): ✧ Courageous ✧ Loyal ✧ Analytical
Negatives (At Least 3): ✦ Survivor's Guilt ✦ PTSD ✦ Alcoholic ✦ Sex Addict
Parents: Richard and Martha Ballard (Father and Mother) Siblings:Ava Reed Other Family: N/A Important Others: N/A History:
Alaric was the first born to Martha and Richard Ballard, followed by his little sister Ava. Alaric was always a pretty fit kid and his grades were pretty good, he wasn't a dumb kid. He grew up rough housing with his father and the two had a pretty good relationship. They lived in a trailer park and survived off their dad's SSI while their mom worked as a waitress part time. Being a soldier wasn't something Alaric always wanted to be, in fact it was far from what he wanted. As a kid he was always incredibly intuitive in the kitchen, and spent a lot of his time watching cooking shows. He was always incredibly self conscious of his passion though. He had an incredibly close relationship with his home economics teacher names Ms. Givens. She was the only one he felt comfortable enough with sharing his passion, not even his own family. She greatly encouraged him to go to Culinary School, and he did once he graduated high school... But college wasn't for him. His friend, Joel Reed was enlisting in the marines and something about that was appealing to the Ballard. He always had a fascination for the military, since he was younger and he was always a very fit guy... So he decided to give it a shot.
Alaric soon found out that the real discipline for a Marine was mental, learning how to tough things out and be tougher than the enemy. He was eventually deployed as a machine gunner and was given the nickname "Maverick". Alaric did plenty of missions alongside his best friend Joel and he actually enjoyed his job, he loved doing something important and that mattered. Well, he did up until one day in Afghanistan. Being the lead machine gunner and first squad leader, Ric's staff sergeant knew he had a lot of experience and asked where they should place everyone in the convoy. Alaric placed himself in the first vehicle, knowing that it was the most dangerous position as it would hit an IED(Improvised Explosive Device) first. He placed Joel and a few other people he considered friends - Alexander Martinez, and Miranda Clark in the last vehicle, figuring they'd be safer. He was wrong.
It was early in the morning when they hit an IED while traveling down one of the roads. It didn't explode under the first truck, the one Alaric was in. Instead it exploded under the last vehicle. Miranda was killed instantly. Alexander was thrown from the turret and landed on the ground, both of his legs shattered. Joel, somehow wasn't killed instantly. Immediately, the rest of the team quickly created a 360-degree safe zone around the convoy so that the injured could be medevaced. Alaric held onto his best friend's hand tightly as he laid in the dirt road. There was blood everywhere and screams filling the air. With tear stung eyes, he told Joel to hang in there that he would be okay, help was on the way. No, he didn't just tell him... He demanded it. He wasn't allowed to go, he couldn't die. Joel could barely speak, his body covered in severe burns and blood. The solider tried to grab at the necklace around his neck and Alaric quickly pulled it off of him, to put it in his hand - in between both of their palms as he just gripped him tightly. Joel's eyes fluttered open and shut, as he tried to fight through it and Alaric watched the moment that life left his eyes. He felt the moment his body went limp. The Marine tried to stay strong, but he broke into a million pieces and then - boom - there was another explosion.
As the smoke cleared and the ringing in his ears stopped, Alaric looked around. Two more soldiers were gone, and he didn't know how many were injured, including himself. As enemy forces raided their safe area that they set up, Alaric threw himself over Alexander Martinez who was still alive. They shot Alaric multiple times, and before they could do more reinforcements showed. Alaric laid there on top of Alexander, the pain was insane but Alaric was content. He protected his fellow soldier, friend, and even if that meant his life... He was okay with it. He let go... It was time to leave this world.
Or so he thought. Alaric woke up in the hospital, confused. The doctors told him that he was a miracle, that he should've been dead but somehow every bullet managed to miss any vital organs. But that wasn't right, he was shot so many times... There was no way. Even if it were possible the blood loss alone should've killed him. The staff just told him to not question a miracle, and be glad he was alive. Little did he know, his ability manifested and manipulated the bullets to save his life. Everyone called him a hero. But he wasn't, he was just a man doing what he was supposed to do - serve his country.
Alexander was also hospitalized, and Alaric managed to see him while admitted. He was in extreme pain but Ric had faith he could make it through. Alexander was so grateful to Alaric, and was one of the many who drove home the fact that he was a hero. Sadly, Alexander's injuries were too extreme on his body and pain medication wasn't working. He died of a heart attack. Being one of the only survivors of his squad, Alaric felt lost and survivor's guilt began to eat him alive. He blames himself for what happened, because he was the one who decided on the positions that day in Afghanistan. He wasn't strong enough to save them.
Ric was in the hospital for a while and because of it, he missed his best friend's funeral which ate him up even more. When given his belongings, he found the necklace that belonged to Joel. Somehow he was gripping it when the second bomb went off. He lifted the necklace and saw that it was an angel's wing with the words "come home soon" engraved on the back. It took everything in the man not to break down. The necklace was given to Joel by Alaric's younger sister Ava who was his wife.
Alaric has now been released and has moved in with his parents and is suffering with PTSD and survivor's guilt from the war. He's put three metal tags on his boots, attached to the laces and each are carved with the last names of the three friends he lost. Reed. Clark. Martinez.
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.
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.
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.
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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Last Edit: May 9, 2020 9:50:32 GMT -5 by Hell Hound