Heinz Rideux | Psychic

Full name - Heinz James Rideux
Preferred name - Z 

Age: 21

DOB/ 11.1.1999

Species Group: Human (Will discuss further due category confusion.)

Play-By: Isha Blaaker - Model

Abilities: Reality Warping (*^will discuss further!..Fred Jones isn't a witch, but a psychic with Reality Warping abilities), Telekinesis (Struggling to use, can only lift small items.) 

 Weaknesses: Reality Warping - Can only activate power through vocal capability. If the chords are severed, or his throat is discombobulated, the ability is useless.
Very basic ability, he chooses not to use it as much anymore due to the trouble and consequences it brings. Can only warp reality by starting a phrase with "I want". 
 Telekinesis - Can only lift small objects for now. | Can only use ability through thoughts and vision. Can't move something he cannot see. 

Special Inventory- N/A

Likes- The color blue, The movie "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun", Cookies and Cream Ice Cream, Men and Women romantically. 
Dislikes- Snobs, Authority, Not getting what he wants 
Fears- Losing someone close...again, Losing control of his power...again, The dark. 
Goals- Success, Self-Control, Love
Personality- Enfj-t personality type~ Natural-born leader, Hates loneliness, intuitive with other's needs. Loyal and supportive! 
Traits- 
Positives:

☀ Outgoing

☀ Strong-willed
☀ Compassionate


Negatives (At Least 3):

🌙 Stubborn

🌙 Childish
🌙 Yes-man (Goes along with anything good or bad).

History- Z grew up the only child of Roosevelt and Janine Rideux. A doctor, and lawyer respectively, Z's parents tried to shower him with as many gifts as they could, to make to up for their hectic schedules that kept them from spending time with Z during his childhood. He never minded, as he was used to getting what he wanted anyways. From a young age, Z seemed to have always instinctively knew that he could achieve any wish, whim or dream by speaking what he wanted into existence. 
    "I want to stay home from school today"..."I want to be the head quarterback"..."I want you to live longer"... All Z had to do was start a phrase with the words "I want", and anything else that came out would simple reshape the world around him to his desire. Unfortunately, whomever invented the phrase "Be careful what you wish for" must have had a similar ability, because some things Z wanted took away from others. Some even paid an ultimate price. 
Now, Z's turning twenty-one and he's trying to cope with not using his advantages at all, and it seems to be harder than he thought. 

*Alias- Eric
*HDYFU- Invite
*7 years give or take, not necessarily consistent role-play, but I'm a great writer.
*Other Char.- no
Family- Roosevelt & Janine (parents) .. Andrea Rideux (daughter...lost custody)

*RP Sample: I stared blankly at the north wall directly in front of me, past all the students sitting in the desks facing me, just like the students on my side of the room faced them. After coming out of my daydream I just kind of zoned out. Examining the room, or just listening.



I heard the professor, Goldman, wipe her hands off with a wet towelette. The sound of it scraping against each of her skin cells, and taking the moistened, still chalk dust with it ranged to my ears.



When I looked at her closer, I noticed the temperature was rather high, as a sweat drop slithered slowly down the side of her neck from behind her ear.



I felt fine. -Of course it's been years since I've felt any type of change in temperature. Not since I've been changed, but that was only a handful of times- though I did noticed the paper on my desk slightly angled. In an instant, I was looking up at the ceiling for the source; an air vent blowing powerfully above me. I wouldn't have noticed if not for the paper moving. It's odd, if I'd been human, I guess one could say I'm lucky for being under a great working air vent in a hot room.



Damn. Now I felt bad that I'm using something that's not even effective to me, that other people could benefit from.



two seconds had passed, and I got bored of staring at the vent, so I turned to the ventilation system in general; following it around the room, and down the hall to other classrooms until it eventually led throughout the entire school.



That was a great way to see around the place. It's hard to just picture what I want to see, and then see it, so looking at something and following it wherever it goes is the best way to train.



The next thing I knew, I was glancing at a girl two rows, and two seats behind me in the corner of the classroom. -I hoped no one saw that. I'm not used to just barely thinking of a new place to look or to stretch and to instantly be in that position in a matter of point zero seconds.- She had her back slightly turned to my direction, and also the direction of the professor. I could hear the sound of rising acid soaring through a funnel, and bouncing off many human, wet skin cells. She must've been sipping a fizzy drink in a Styrofoam cup.



I could hear the slight wind blowing through the half open window in the other corner of the opposing side of the room. It blew the scents of almost everyone in that area past my nose. It was hard not to leap out my seat and destroy everyone. I'm new to this “non-human eating” lifestyle. My family and I try hard not to suck the blood of humanoids, and just live off the essences of animals… sometimes I do enjoy the taste of a human's scorching blood running down my throat once in awhile, but my family doesn't know.

I Heinz Andreas Rideux have read the site rules and understand them. The code word for the rules is: (Do I come up with a code-word or did I miss something, okay if I come up with one then it's...Elodie)