[center][b][u]Name:[/u][/b] Marx Phillips Lancer
[u][b]Nickname:[/b][/u] 'Limbo'
[u][b]Age:[/b][/u] 16
[u][b]Gender:[/b][/u] Male[/center]
[b][u]Appearance:[/u][/b] Born an albino, unknowing that this was caused by his Conduit powers, and as such, much of the pigment in his skin and hair has been lost, resulting in his striking 'deathly' appearance.

Normal Appearance (I had intended to find a less douchey looking picture and one where the person posing is smiling/or drawing, but this was as close as I can get.):
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Marx when he is reaching his power's limits (Pretty close, though couldn't find a realistic picture that fit what I was imagining, so I had to resort to this anime one. FORGIVE ME):
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[u][b]Alignment:[/b][/u] Neutral, he doesn't really get into the business of other people if he can avoid it.

[hider=Personality:] If there was a word that would describe Mark, it would be "Distant."

Marx has very quiet, though possesses many eccentric and aloof mannerisms. He is extremely cognitive in the way he perceives things, though rarely speaks what he is actually thinking. Actually, getting him to speak more than a few sentences is a difficult thing in itself, let alone invoking a genuine reaction from the ghostly adolescent.

He is polite and soft-spoken, appearing almost uninterested in other people or the world around him. Often, he could staring off into the distance or too immersed in his own work to notice, or care, if anyone is watching. It's like he's only partly aware of reality physically, while his mind is off contemplating something else. This deep concentration is something Marx developed due to the stress of his power, attempting to block out or distract from the constant disturbances relaying to his mind, even the thoughts of his own mind. 

Marx is an extremely well trained actor, in that he is good at showing people that he is "normal" while not really retaining any true feelings in what he is doing. His outside persona is that of a over-dramatic, frail adolescent, who loves nothing more than to fool around and have fun, but deep inside he can barely feel anything and is extremely serious.

He holds little hobbies, or interests at all for that matter, but the one thing he seems to truly enjoy doing most of the time is dabbling in painting and drawing, whenever he can.
Ever since he left behind his past life, he had quickly earned a reputation among the underground community, recognized for his rather striking black and white artwork that appear upon seemingly random and difficult to reach places. Marx has never actually been seen, only known through the name 'Limbo'. He often wanders around finding inspiration for this next "masterpiece" in odd ways. Sometimes he finds it by talking to animals, or trying to angle himself to view the world at different perspectives. His quirky habits have him constantly moving or appearing restless, never staying completely still, whether it is tapping a finger or shaking a leg.[/hider]

[b][u]Biography:[/u][/b]

Living as an outcast is all Marx knows, that; and the cruelty of this world. His first moments of life was that of rejection, having been abandoned at the doorstep of an orphanage as a baby. Even among others who were unwanted and cast away, he found a cold and vicious embrace. Everyone that saw his ghastly appearance thought him to be a curse, or an omen. They either treated him like he didn't exist, or acted to remind him of his place. 

Even those overseeing the institute wanted nothing of the sickly-looking boy, ignoring him when he was bullied by the others. He cried a lot, so they stopped feeding him. His starvation seemed to sap away his tears well enough. 

All around the young boy, the world appeared black and white, literally and figuratively.

He was eleven when he found his first friend and only comfort in the terrible place. Funnily, they weren't even human. It was a stray cat that he found wandering nearby. The animal seemed similar to him, hungry and lonely, looking at him with lost eyes. He immediately felt a bond with the cat, often shared his scraps of food and talked with it. Although just an animal, it taught him how to laugh and smile. One day, he was found playing with the cat. The young boy was restrained and forced to watch as the animal was cornered and beaten by the group of kids. Marx cried and begged for them to stop, completely helpless, but there was nothing he could do. When they finally finished, the cat was nearly at the point of death, laying there upon the ground in a pool of blood. Tears flowed down his face as he huddled over the body of his only friend. He cried while surrounded by their sickening laughter. But after that moment, Marx never shed another tear. Or another emotion at all for that matter. The only thing that rested upon his face was an expression void of emotion. When his friend released its last breath in his hands, the immense emotional pain would trigger his innate Conduit powers. 

The whole world was immediately flung into chaos around him. It was as though this was a manifestation of all his anger, destroying everything he loathed. Everything was torn apart into nothingness, consuming the terrified children and pale boy. The orphanage and those within it were struck in the wave of destruction, much of it disappearing without a trace. Official records state that no one survived this explosion, apparently caused by poor infrastructure and a gas leak, no doubt a cover story to soothe the public.

Though this didn't fall too far away from the actual truth. 
The pale boy had 'survived', physically, but what is left of him is dead, forever. 

Using this as an opportunity to search for a fresh start, Marx left for the city, where he lived the following years completely alone and underneath a new guise, 'Limbo'. 

[center][i]"If only you never became my friend..."[/i][/center]

[u][b]Power: [/b][/u]
[hider="False Reality"] 
His Conduit powers allow the ability to control 'reality', as he calls it. Though it may sound powerful, he is rather limited by the short range and how difficult it is to sustain and utilize. The extent of this power is a 13 meter sphere, and anything that has otherwise been changed or created within it, upon exiting, is returned back to normal. In this 'zone', he is able to detect all forms of motion and sound within, but is unable to confirm what such motions are unless he is very familiar with them. He is also unable to turn this part of his ability off, thus constantly barraging his head with all sorts of sound and sensations, leading to frequent periods of severe head pains.

He has shown to be able to bend and manipulate the laws of physics in this zone, though this is shown to be limited to a maximum of three different levels, some examples being, motion, light, and gravity.

The amount of control he has on these altered states depend on how much Mark is currently juggling at the same time, and splitting them to cover an area causes the effects of his manipulation to be lessened. Considering that Marx doesn't really 'train' his powers often, thinking they are extremely dangerous and harboring a loathing for them, he may accidentally lose control and cause chaotic things for those around and upon himself. Furthermore, after using his abilities on a specific zone or object, he can switch to another, but only up to three times. 

This counter seems to automatically recharge only after a full minute of time.

Extended use of this ability has shown Mark being dissociated from reality, his body slowly breaking away into nothingness only to be reverted back to normal once he is given enough rest.[/hider]

[u][b]Other:[/b][/u]
Color Blind; is only able to see in shades of White and Black. 
Listens to music to calm his nerves, almost throughout the whole day and quite loudly in fact. He seems to hear just fine despite this.
Loves all animals, though his favorite being cats.