TRACE WHITLOCK
TRACE WHITLOCK
TRACE WHITLOCK
▅▅▅▅▅▅ Y E A R B O O K P H O T O ▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅ Y E A R B O O K P H O T O ▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅ S T U D E N T S U M M A R Y ▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅ S T U D E N T S U M M A R Y ▅▅▅▅▅ TRACE MARIE ROSE WHITLOCK _________________________________________________________ APRIL 19TH, 2004 | 19 | WHITE & BRITISH INDIAN _________________________________________________________ SINGLE | ⚧ | BISEXUAL _________________________________________________________ SUTTON LONDON | ENGLAND | UK ▅ P H Y S I C A L P R O F I L E ▅ P H Y S I C A L P R O F I L E ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅ M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S ▅ M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S ▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅ N O T E S ▅ N O T E S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ _________________________________________________________ | ▅ S T U D E N T S Y N O P S I S ▅ S T U D E N T S Y N O P S I S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅ A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S ▅ A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ H Y P E R H U M A N A B I L I T Y || ARM MANIFESTATION (HECATONCHEIRES) __________________________________________________________________________________________PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION || ESOTERIC __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION || DYNAMIC Trace is capable of spawning limbs out of the center of their back. Currently, they can spawn six in total. They are as long as Trace is and have the same marble hue as their skin. They have the same consistency as dense stones. They hit harder than flesh and bone, and each arm has the strength of a human at peak strength. They can also be combined into each other to make the power and size more exponential. Even going as far as creating one large arm capable of hitting like a truck. They run purely off of instinct, much like one would control their hands to hold something but not each individual finger unless they put that much effort into it. This is something that Trace can do, but not for a long period of time and not for all six. They can be destroyed, and it doesn't harm Trace. Trace's ability might have the potential to grow in the number of arms, the power they contain, or both. L I M I T A T I O N S || FINITE RESOURCE Like most esoteric users, Trace has a limited amount of power that they can pull from. They can only form six arms a day, and once those arms are destroyed they can't respawn them until the next day. They also can't make more than six or change their length/width/power without combining them. Once someone knows the quantity and quality of them, it doesn't change. There are no surprises with the manifestation of their power, just in how they use them. W E A K N E S S E S || FLESHY BITS Despite Trace taking on the same pallor and consistency as their arms, they are not as sturdy as them. If one was to bypass the arms, Trace is just a normal teenager. They can be injured as easily as any other human. More so, there's no way for them to protect against anyone else's abilities. They don't have anything they can easily take care of. Except maybe wanting to carry all the bags in from a grocery trip at once. |
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Y O U A W A K E I N T H E D E A D O F N I G H T, W H A T W O K E Y O U?
A D I S H E V E L E D S T R A N G E R A P P R O A C H E S Y O U A S K I N G F O R H E L P, H O W D O Y O U R E S P O N D?
A N I N T R U D E R A L A R M H A S B E E N S E T O F F O N C A M P U S, H O W D O Y O U R E A C T?
"Probably Terrence, my brotha, fuckin' his girlfriend--Tess. Because everyone in my fuckin' life has a 'T' name. I mean we're separated by a wall, but the flats in Sutton aren't known for their soundproofin'. Or any proofin' for that matter. If London had an earthquake, we'd already have our damn graves already dug. Anyway, unlike any otha horny boy, he doesn't wank off silently into a sock. The whole damn flat rattles. And my dad's bedroom is on the other side, and he snores louda than a construction site. So, it's up to me to silence this fuck around." They chuckle and run a hand through their colorless hair.
"I usually run into Trevor on the couch. We usually share an eye roll or two. I then would pound on the door, tellin' them to stop chokin' the cats. Tess usually says something that a dumb c--un--nk would say like: 'You're just jealous.' Yeah, like I would be jealous of some bitch fuckin' my brother. It's not Game of Thrones, here. And if that don't get 'em, I just turn up the thermostat. No one wants a slip 'n slide for a bed." They point at you, gliding the tip of their finger from your toes to the top of your head. "Yeah, you stopped writin' a while back ago. Can't blame you. My storytellin' skills are top-notch." They wink.
"I usually run into Trevor on the couch. We usually share an eye roll or two. I then would pound on the door, tellin' them to stop chokin' the cats. Tess usually says something that a dumb c--un--nk would say like: 'You're just jealous.' Yeah, like I would be jealous of some bitch fuckin' my brother. It's not Game of Thrones, here. And if that don't get 'em, I just turn up the thermostat. No one wants a slip 'n slide for a bed." They point at you, gliding the tip of their finger from your toes to the top of your head. "Yeah, you stopped writin' a while back ago. Can't blame you. My storytellin' skills are top-notch." They wink.
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"I give 'em a pound or two." They shrug. Considering how much they've spoken if asked about anything makes this short sentence seem weird to you. So, you inquire further. "Look, when you are lady presentin', and a stranger comes up to you askin' for help you just give 'em what you got and get the fuck out of there. They like to square their shoulders and lift their chins up, tryin' to spook yah into believin' that they will hurt you if you don't help. And if you don't, the nicest thing they'll do will be to call you a cunn-k and spit on you. The worst will be chasin' you down a dark alley and... you know. I like my organs on the inside."
They exhale, their bravado washing back onto their face. A smirk lights their red-painted lips. "That bein' said, and if this off the record, I'd fuck 'em up. I can, now, you know? Predators need an ass beatin' or two. Show 'em what it's like to beggin' for mercy on the ground." They lift up their hands, remember who they're talking to. "But, uh, just give 'em a couple of pounds. Then you don't have to do shit."
They exhale, their bravado washing back onto their face. A smirk lights their red-painted lips. "That bein' said, and if this off the record, I'd fuck 'em up. I can, now, you know? Predators need an ass beatin' or two. Show 'em what it's like to beggin' for mercy on the ground." They lift up their hands, remember who they're talking to. "But, uh, just give 'em a couple of pounds. Then you don't have to do shit."
A N I N T R U D E R A L A R M H A S B E E N S E T O F F O N C A M P U S, H O W D O Y O U R E A C T?
"Look, I've already dug myself a grave here, so why not go out with a bang? I mean... with these answers. With the intrudas, I'd just use that time to hop out the window and have a smoke off campus. It's stressful bein' cramped up with all these..." they flatten their hand and shake it in the air as if they have no polite word for it, "...wankers.
"Would I be caught? Probably. Would I cave durin' interrogation? Maybe. Just matters how they decide to torture me, you know? I can put up with a lot of real shit music. My brothas back home absolutely loved that screamin' shit. That bein' said if they decided to crank up some Taylor Swift I'd be out.
"Don't get me wrong, it isn't because I dislike her music. It's just because they could do betta, you know? Play some out of tune garbage. Play those tones that make you wanna throw up. Don't play sad, rich, white girl music. It just tells me your heart ain't innit. I'll be puttin' us both out of our misery with givin' up the secrets." They shrug. "Which are none, because you wankers tells me nothin'."
"Would I be caught? Probably. Would I cave durin' interrogation? Maybe. Just matters how they decide to torture me, you know? I can put up with a lot of real shit music. My brothas back home absolutely loved that screamin' shit. That bein' said if they decided to crank up some Taylor Swift I'd be out.
"Don't get me wrong, it isn't because I dislike her music. It's just because they could do betta, you know? Play some out of tune garbage. Play those tones that make you wanna throw up. Don't play sad, rich, white girl music. It just tells me your heart ain't innit. I'll be puttin' us both out of our misery with givin' up the secrets." They shrug. "Which are none, because you wankers tells me nothin'."
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_________________________________________________________ | ▅ D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E ▅ D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Trace used to be a light brown-skinned human with black hair, brown eyes, and the ability to blush. When the viriumosis engaged with their hypergenes and triggered their change, they became wildly different. Their skin is marble white with dull pink undertones and blue veins. Their hair is a spider-silk white that has lost any whisper of volume that it might have had before. Their gums and nail beds are a postmortem shade of blue. While their stark pallor, not replicated in nature, would draw attention--it's their eyes that are a beacon of their hyperhuman state. Milky white and perfectly polished like two marbles. They have no vision problems, well except for having to wear shades more often than not. But staring at the sun is bad for you, anyway. Their outfits and makeup only highlight this stark nature. Dark eyeshadow covers their lids while they wear androgynous or femme-leaning clothing in shades of black, gray, dark purple, and more black. While they are stuck in their school uniform most of the time, they try to make sure other aspects of their appearance are their own--without breaking the dress code. They're really tired of getting reprimanded for that. In the day-to-day, their style would be called "preppy goth." |
_________________________________________________________ | ▅ P E R S O N A L I T Y ▅ P E R S O N A L I T Y ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Trace is like a piece of pumice, that smells slightly of lavender and jasmine, that you run across your skin until it bleeds. They grew up around a rowdy set of boys that were barely fenced in by their father. Not that he couldn't be intimidating and strict when he wanted to be. But Thomas I was just happy to have his children. And, as such, Trace isn't without kindness. They respected the patriarch of their family even if they sometimes give him the teenage glower. Beyond that, Trace is bound to speak their mind. Secrets are not something that they can keep. You'll know what they know when they know. They also hold no punches when it comes to their opinions. That doesn't mean that they don't like you. Hell, they can receive as good as they can give. The only thing that gets their hackles up is classism, bullying, and violence for the sake of violence. It has a time and place. And Trace isn't scared to get violent when the time and place are right. |
_________________________________________________________ | ▅ S K I L L S & T A L E N T S ▅ S K I L L S & T A L E N T S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ S K I L L || ATHLETICS Trace was once on a fast track to joining a female footballer team in England. While they may have not gotten into London, one of the other teams would have definitely taken them. Despite that dream being derailed, they've kept up with their athleticism. They're still more than capable of playing the game along with many other physical activities. They may hate any form of gym, but they can do their laps while breaking a minimal sweat. T A L E N T || INTIMIDATION Look, they may stand shorter than average, and the whole pale thing definitely has been mistaken for being like porcelain. But once Trace opens their mouth, starts assessing a person, and then throws hands (literally), they can go from taking up a small part of the room to dominating it. It's definitely a byproduct of growing up with boys, being from the working class, and then being relentlessly persecuted. ________________________________________________________________________________________ |
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▅▅▅▅▅▅ Y E A R B O O K P H O T O ▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅ Y E A R B O O K P H O T O ▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅ S T U D E N T S U M M A R Y ▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅ S T U D E N T S U M M A R Y ▅▅▅▅▅ Dash Franklin Cooper _________________________________________________________ October 29th,2003 | 20 | Caucasian 1/2 Italian _________________________________________________________ Single | ♂ | Heterosexual _________________________________________________________ Los Angeles | California | US ▅ P H Y S I C A L P R O F I L E ▅ P H Y S I C A L P R O F I L E ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅ M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S ▅ M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S ▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅ N O T E S ▅ N O T E S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ _________________________________________________________ | ▅ S T U D E N T S Y N O P S I S ▅ S T U D E N T S Y N O P S I S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅ A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S ▅ A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ H Y P E R H U M A N A B I L I T Y || F A T M A N I P U L A T I O N __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION || ESOTERIC __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION || SOMATIC Coop's fat cells store his HZE, and have an effect on the surrounding cellular structures (read: muscle, bones, organs, and skin). Like most fat cells, when they are activated, they expand. When they're dormant, they become compact. When Coop doesn't activate them, he is a statistically perfect (<2% fat) model. He doesn't need to work out or watch his diet to have the perfect Adonis-like figure. Though he still does the former due to the downsides of his ability, we'll get to that. When they activate, they expand. They also consume any HZE around them to become more powerful. While Coop does have HZE stored within him, he can further expand his powers by absorbing the HZE around him. This may cause a detriment to other hyper-humans that are in the vicinity, but we'll also get that. His power, simply putting it, is invulnerability. Basically, the more fat he has on his body, the more invulnerable he is. It's not hard invulnerability, allowing for compromises when it comes to force, energy, and impact. He can survive terminal falls, bullets deflect off of him, and electricity and fire have no effect on his body. And as a side-effect of his power, he also has strength equal to his mass. Meaning a punch from him could range from breaking bones to crushing a car with ease. The cells are practically powerhouses, which causes the HZE to radiate outwards and affect the rest of his body. This allows for his form to complement the power within him. Meaning he can become taller, his skin more pliable, his muscles capable of supporting his weight, and his organs capable of keeping up with the pressure put upon them. He currently has a variation of his height being 6'4" to 8'4" and his weight being from 190 lbs to a ton. L I M I T A T I O N S || HZE CONSUMPTION Coop's power relies on the use of not only the HZE inside himself but the HZE outside of himself. To keep the power fueled on the inside, he has to have a heavy intake of calories to keep the fat cells happy and viable. If he went without any form of nourishment for a while, his power wouldn't be able to be used at its full capacity if at all. If he's around other hyper-humans he might not have enough to draw into himself to reach the upper limits of his ability. Or he can consume it, leaving others around him without any HZE to manipulate. This makes it hard for him to work in a team setting when his ability is necessary to succeed. W E A K N E S S E S || MOBILITY & OUTFIT MALFUNCTIONS For instance, if Coop uses his ability to its fullest there's a chance that he won't have the musculature to run or even walk. There's also a chance that his surroundings won't allow him any forward progression. Meaning he has to dispel the power to get anywhere fast, and it may be impossible for him to re-engage his power if he doesn't have any reserve HZE. Now, he doesn't have to reach the limit of his ability, and he has more mobility--but he has less power. There's a middle, sweet spot with it, but it's really reliant on practiced control. Which Coop doesn't have at the moment. So, to try to offset this as much as possible, he does work out to give him some residual strength that isn't reliant on the use of HZE. But no normal person can work out as much as it would take to be on an even level with carrying around a ton of weight. It's a wet bandaid on a broken dam. Also, normal clothes can't withstand the use of his power. He's sure that he'll get an outfit to withstand it, but will it be perfectly tailored to him? Probably not. ________________________________________________________________________________________ |
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Y O U A W A K E I N T H E D E A D O F N I G H T, W H A T W O K E Y O U?
A D I S H E V E L E D S T R A N G E R A P P R O A C H E S Y O U A S K I N G F O R H E L P, H O W D O Y O U R E S P O N D?
A N I N T R U D E R A L A R M H A S B E E N S E T O F F O N C A M P U S, H O W D O Y O U R E A C T?
"I hope it's not my Twitter blowing up. I mean I do hope it is, but there's a difference between it being the attention I want versus what I don't want. People say that there's no such thing as 'bad press,' but they've never been on the bad side of Twitter. They can destroy you with a snap of their finger. That's why all my posts are perfectly curated to not offend anyone. Or at least I try. I am like a cishet almost white guy that lives in the upper class. I'm basically a living, breathing privilege. Which I don't hate, but it's not good when you want to make a point. Which, don't repeat what I said. Like... you never heard this... I don't know the currency exchange for Canada bucks. Is a hundred, good?"
A D I S H E V E L E D S T R A N G E R A P P R O A C H E S Y O U A S K I N G F O R H E L P, H O W D O Y O U R E S P O N D?
"Oh I totally help him. I will film myself doing it too. I can see this blowing up on Tiktok. Now that's some good press. Unfortunately, strangers don't approach me that much. I must just ooze that my dad is a lawyer. Bet."
A N I N T R U D E R A L A R M H A S B E E N S E T O F F O N C A M P U S, H O W D O Y O U R E A C T?
"Again, I'm going to go throw myself at the problem and film it. Good press, people. You know how people blow up after they help defend against school shootings? Actually. Let's not. That's a shitty comparison. Oh boy. I feel just awful now. I need like some seltzer water with some honeydew in it. That'll make me feel better. And some Cheetos? Maybe some like one of those fried croissant things with the ham in it? Great... now I'm just hungry. Wait... what were we talking about? Oh yeah... I'll go play the hero."
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