@SepticGentleman Ah, thank you. Shall I post my character in the Characters Page or leave it for now?

I'm liking the character submission's we're getting thus far. No one is obnoxiously edgy yet and I love it.

or a guy who is part tire.

@JunkMail I DO WHAT I WANT. ALSO THE RP IS IN SOUTH AFRICA.

Well here goes!
If anything is a bit off, do tell me.

Jack [+]

Jack Peterson

Age:
23

Personality

Jack personally feels that his 'god-given powers' is a curse rather than a gift as it caused him more trouble than benefits in the past. That's not to say that he won't use or shy away from his powers, in-fact he tries to use it to it's utmost potential at any given moment because it would be a complete waste to not do so seeing as his power were the root of his problems. This would mean that he trains and tries to find the most effective method to sufficiently use his powers without, well, killing himself. On the island he usually doesn't seek 'dominance', 'fame' or 'territory', preferring just to keep to himself. However he has no qualms with defending himself as he doesn't like being stepped on, and on extreme cases even kill if it means he'd save his own life, or the lives of people he deems close friends.

Other than that, he is usually carefree and lazy, bordering almost on apathy. He would prefer to spend the day lazing about, keeping to himself and enjoying the presence of silence. If it weren't for his 'gift' then he would be one of the most mundane, and normal-ish citizen that one would find. When interacting with others, he usually has a snarky attitude, hiding behind sarcasm and quick wit when conversing with others. Many people probably wouldn't be able to stand his brutal and sincere honesty.

Biography

His life before being sent to no-man's land was... pretty normal. He had two normal, caring parents. He led a life of normalcy, and there was almost nothing of note during his childhood. Except one event, of course. He was about 18 when it happened, he was walking home with one of his friends when he was held up at knife-point. The man was clearly on drugs as his beady red eyes swam between Jack and his friend. Jack even wondered why the man would hold up highschool students who most likely had no valuables on them.

Nonetheless, the man spoke fast and frightened. He demanded both of them drop all their belongings, to which they complied. While Jack's friend was carefully and slowly taking off his wallet and watch, Jack did it 'hastily' out of fear. The masked man didn't react well, and shouted at the scared boy whilst swiping his blade at him. The man cut his cheek, and blood started to seep out slowly. Jack's eyes widened in disbelief, and suddenly, the blood came under his control, he used it to swat the man's knife away. The masked assailant promptly ran away, calling Jack a monster under his breath.

Fortunately though, his friend didn't see from his point of view, only seeing the man running away in terror. He called Jack a 'bad-ass' for managing to instill the fear of 'man' in him, to which he replied with a short and lifeless laugh.

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Fast forward to a few years later, where Jack had come to terms with his 'gift' and was training for proper use, as one day he predicted and accepted that he would actually get caught and either killed or sent away. As predicted, another incident occurred, one where a man had tipped that he was a superhuman. One wouldn't have to guess where this 'anonymous tip' had come from. A manhunt had swiftly taken place, and a whole sweep of the neighborhood took place. His parents tried to hide him, being kind as they were, but Jack refused, preferring no one to be caught in the crossfire. So he gave himself up willingly. The Upper echelons decided he wasn't a threat, and shipped him off to the 'island'. Now with his hands cuffed he waits to arrive on the island.

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Description:

Hemokinesis

The power to be able to manipulate and shape one's own blood. It can be shaped into any construct, anything that Jack can imagine, limited by his body's natural blood volume. He can only manipulate his own blood, and any foreign blood inserted within him needs to circulate around his body once so that he can manipulate and control it. His own blood has corrosive properties when injected into or sprayed against another opponent. Fortunately his blood type is AB+ so he can use everyone's blood type.

Abilities:

• Shaping - He can shape blood from any wound that is either self-inflected or not. The blood can take shape into almost anything- ranging from a sharp short sword, a make do shield, or even mid-ranged attacks in the form of sharp, arrow-like structures and many more. To inflict wounds on himself, he carries around a small razor, usually cutting on either palms.
• Clotting - Since he can directly control his blood, he can forcefully clot his own wounds, either when he deems necessary (such as when the fight is over) or closing dangerous wounds. However, if the wound is big enough, it is possible that he would not have enough energy to close.
• Hardening - He can harden his blood on any part of his body, mostly used to limit the damage down by blunt objects to himself. The part of the body that's hardened usually has a reddish-hue about it.

Limitation
The biggest limitation is his body's natural blood volume. While certainly his body does try to produce blood much faster than the average person, hence his body's natural blood volume is higher than normal. However, overexertion of his powers can cause him to be fatigued, which is the case whenever he uses his blood as projectiles. Further usage can result in lethargy and eventually lose of consciousness. Utmost concentration is also necessary, as changes in his mental state can affect his control, either for better or for worse. This means that his precision, distance and mass depends on Jack entirely, if he miscalculates and use a little too much blood he can get fatigued in a fight and more than likely, lose it.

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So, I came up with a plant-bender. Hope he's alright.

Rico Larmés [+]

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An ordinary, middle-class family and a stable business that had them selling potted plants and the like for a living. What more could the boy ask for? Up until his teenage years, he's had the time of his life growing his own greens in the comfort of the woods that had their house secluded from the rest of society for a few miles or so. But one should ask, why was gardening such a great deal of fun for this guy? Well you see, cultivating them was not the focus here - it was rolling 'em up and smoking the damn joints with his buds. To him, it was the fucking bomb diggity.

In the day, he worked hard alongside his parents in maintaining their delicate flora. At night, he paraded through the shadiest cul-de-sac, handing out the 'goods' to anyone who boasted a heavy wallet and a couple hunned fiddies. Money had never come to anyone in their family easier, so it was a pleasant surprise to find that his green thumb was remarkably more effective than the rest of his family's. The rapid growth and excellent endurance the vegetation experienced with him in the vicinity earned the recognition of his parents, along with their rapidly increasing customer base. With him, the flowers flourished, and so did their business. Of course, the boy never had his powers extend to anything further than the regular gardening and plant-keeping. Watering hydrangeas and caring for his marijuana garden had become his life support.

However, good things had to come to an end. It all began with some motherfucker telling on his ass, after Rico refused to sell the young boy some goddamn weed. He figured it was the least he could do to salvage what was left of his morality. Housing and selling marijuana was not something he was proud of, so he could have at least done this in favor of said young boy's parents. That same plan came back and bit him in the ass, hard. It was true - the road to hell can also be paved with good deeds. Cuffs were slapped onto him faster than he could bribe his way out of prison, to his dismay. The boy's parents were heartbroken, but both parties knew that the dangers of being found out was practically damnation compared to being thrown into a cell for a couple of years.

The inevitable came to pass when the officers who were in charge of driving the vehicle, noticed the weeds surrounding the sides of the road begin to grow fast. And by fast, I mean hella fucking fast. Within seconds, Rico's panicked mind had caused the tall grass to envelope the car, but that's it. The boy slightly shook his head and regained his composure in the back seat in order to have the vegetation stop itself from crushing the vehicle and killing everyone inside. Needless to say, governmental back-up was hastily requested in the midst of the panic, and by the time Rico's parents had gotten word of what happened via text and rushed to meet their son at the scene, the area was wiped clean of every strand. Rico was gone.

Fast forward to now. The island is stripped of most of its value. To avoid starving to death, the boy turned to vegetarianism. And to sustain his water levels, he took advantage of transpiration - collecting water vapor that evaporates on leaves in a small plastic bag. Rico had spent about 6 weeks leisurely strolling about the island with nothing better to do - you could damn well bet your ass that he's got a few tricks up his sleeves.

Rico is susceptible to plant manipulation. Having been put through various facilities involved in botany and biotechnology, it was found that he was born with a defect in his blood. Or rather, additional features. Various forms of stimuli not normally found in the human body was deeply embedded into Rico's bloodstream. Such stimuli takes on the form of both liquid, solid, and gas, allowing them to diffuse and infuse into his body on command. This enables him to cause deliberate, and rapid growth in all manners of flora due to the existence of auxins in their stems, which naturally results in elongation in response to the stimuli Rico distributes. In addition to that, the closer he is to a targeted plant, the more of an effect he has on it, due to the lack of distance between stimuli and receptor cells. The further away he is, the less efficient. If Rico chooses to do so, he may cause a plant to wither by releasing stimuli that blocks its internal water flow by accumulating within both water and mineral-supplying tissues, the xylem and phloem. This can happen at any rate he chooses.

Further studies have shown that his radius of effect increases as he grows older, currently reaching at about 15 meters at his limit. Currently, weaknesses include barren areas of wilderness, and absolutely cannot go a day without at least 3 hours in the sun. In the case of such, his body will begin to wither away. First it will start by the leakage of the majority of his fluids through his pores. Next, the deterioration of his bones. If time progresses and he is not yet exposed to sun, he will merely be a pile of skin and brittle bones.

Very keen on site Haeda. This is gon' be goooood

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Yeeeeeaaaaah boiiiiii.