[hider=Mason Kelly][CENTER][youtube]https://youtu.be/cinJDxLUsNY?si=k7gyr3oT6MvNpR-Z[/youtube] [h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/fae174e5-f546-46ab-a379-44d59fd5156f.png[/img][/h1][/CENTER] [i]"Fuck."[/i] [table][row][/row][row][cell] [center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/1b43c48d-429d-4b46-9119-a7ffca63187c.png[/img] [sup]_______________________________________________[/sup] [sub][color=#85B7EB]Mason Kelly[/color] Half-Elf [b]|[/b] He/Him [b]|[/b] 19 [b]|[/b] White [b]|[/b] 5'10" [b]|[/b] 173lbs [sup]_______________________________________________[/sup] [color=#85B7EB]Dejected[/color] [sup]_______________________________________________[/sup] Skills & Talents[/sub] [i]"Aye fuckin' aye, captain."[/i] [sup]___________________________________[/sup][/center][hider=] [sub] [b][color=85B7EB]Captain Kelly ⫻[/color][/b] Twin Pines' economy is mostly fishing, and when it's time to bring the boats out of anchor, someone's always too damn drunk or busy to steer it. So Mason picked up the skills to drive the boats and not get lost. It pays decently, even if he gets bitched at by 40 year olds who couldn't steer a toddler's toy wagon. Mason's actually pretty okay at it. [b][color=85B7EB]Sneaky Fucker ⫻[/color][/b] When you're doing everything in your power to justify not coming home, it's easy to learn ways of slipping under the radar. When Mason doesn't want to be found, he will [i]not[/i] be found. Rather, he'll find you when he does. [b][color=85B7EB]Resourceful ⫻[/color][/b] It's not always easy living in Twin Pines. Occasionally, you've got to get creative to make things work, especially if you want to not go broke. If you ever need someone to glue a frayed rope back together with a lighter and a shoe, you find Mason. [b][color=85B7EB]Mythology ⫻[/color][/b] Mason studied a great deal of things in the time he spent down in New York City, away from home. One of those things was the lore of old things from monsters to legends about them. He knows a few things about the sea monsters coming back, even if he's yet to see them. [b][color=85B7EB]Logistical Shit ⫻[/color][/b] As silly as it sounds, Mason just wants to do something simple in his life one day. The kind of thing that lets him kick back and have the freedom to enjoy life. Working towards that vague ideal, he's good at organizing and managing numbers, or big things from distance that would give other people a headache. [/sub][/hider] [/cell][cell][sub][b] Appearance[/b][/sub] [sub][sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][/sub] [i]"Quit giving me that look, man."[/i] [indent]Mason is about as low-maintenance as it gets. He's not some businessman looking to impress the Almighty Tusk or give some kind of speech, he doesn't have the energy to give that kind of a damn about his look. As such, it's always t-shirts slightly larger than necessary, faded jeans from years ago, and the same damn sneakers he's had since forever. He's not quite poor by any means, but he just doesn't [i]care.[/i] Mason is a lanky dude, visibly elvish on one side of his family, with ears pointed somewhere between that and human that tend to be underneath a mop of brown hair. Growing up working to help out at the docks during summers, he's put on a decent amount of muscle and is generally pretty in shape. [/indent] [/cell][/row][/table][sub][b] Psychology[/b][/sub] [sub][sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][/sub] [i]"Do I [b]look[/b] happy?"[/i] [INDENT][color=#85B7EB][b]MAIN GOAL ⫻[/b] [/color] Get the fuck out of Twin Pines and [i]stay[/i] out. This place is slowly killing him, and he hates that. Nothing happens, there's no reason to be here, and Mason just fundamentally doesn't belong in a town that he thinks is dying. [color=#85B7EB][b]PHILOSOPHY ⫻[/b] [/color] Philosophy? [color=85B7EB][i]Do I look like Aristotle to you?[/i][/color] As far as Mason is concerned, there are okay people, and shitty people. Some people fall in the middle, and life isn't always fair to anyone in particular. Sometimes, you get dealt a shitty hand, and you can either fold or keep playing... Not that he's hit the jackpot yet. [color=#85B7EB][b]SECRETS AND FEARS ⫻[/b][/color] Aside from his weird wizardly shit, Mason is generally not trying to make a big fuss about his desire to drop off the face of the planet and never come back. [color=#85B7EB][b]SEXUALITY ⫻[/b][/color] Ehh... Probably straight, fuck if he knows. [color=#85B7EB][b] WHAT WAS THE FIRST DAY WITH MAGIC LIKE? ⫻ [/b][/color] Mason was asleep. And he had been sleeping like a corpse that night, when he heard those three little words: [i]Magic is real.[/i] He snapped awake at four in the morning, in a cold sweat, and didn't fall back asleep. He stormed out of his room and to the nearest sink to ground himself, and accidentally bumped a pair of scissors left there. The scissors just [i]vanished.[/i] The next eight or so hours were nothing but vanishings and sheer confusion. [color=#85B7EB][b]FLAWS ⫻[/b][/color] Mason has his whole life ahead of him, and he's already halfway to a decision that it doesn't have shit to offer. He's sick of living in a shitty town, chasing a life that has nothing but maybes and potential, and not enough wills and absolutelies. This makes him impatient, frigid, and just plain bitchy about several things. It colors his whole outlook on life, and if results don't come soon, Mason is liable to just pull back and try something else. [/INDENT] [sub][b] Backstory[/b][/sub] [sub][sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][/sub] [i]"This place has nothing. It's not worth it."[/i] [indent]There once was a human man who came to Coney Island nearly 20 years ago. He had a one night stand with an elvish woman who was far too depressed to mind the whiskey on his breath. They went back to her place and neither of them had protection. The human in the equation wasn't there the next morning, and the happy little accident born out of that situation was none other than Mason. Despite the circumstances, Sola Kelly decided that she would raise the kid and treat him like he wasn't a mistake. Of course, she wasn't financially able to do so [i]comfortably,[/i] so it was rough. And as a kid, the little half-elvin boy scampered around the house as his mom told her about how the world was better out there than in Twin Pines. He believed her. Overtime, Mason's mom started to slow down a little, so by the time he was 13, he started helping her out. Doing so meant helping around in town, where people knew him as that bastard son of a woman who had a kid by a stranger. That was always a fun thing to hear people whisper about in a town where no one was a stranger. At 14, he was helping middle aged men with loading things onto and off of docks and helping organize things. They paid him directly in cash since he was working his ass off, and eventually, he started going out onto the lake with them. In a small town like Twin Pines, people didn't worry too much about what a kid was too young to do, since everyone knew him and pulled their weight just like him. For a while, it was fine, since he was motivated and doing fine enough for a little kid. But as high school and his teen years dragged on, Mason started to turn inwards like his mom had. He started to see the world a bit less optimistically, and started paying more attention to the way people talking about him and his single parent. [i]That kid's going nowhere. I'm surprised his mother didn't kill herself by now. Does he ever ask about his father?[/i] Dozens and dozens of little things, on top of a surprisingly unnoticeable case of something wrong with his head that made Mason [i]emphatically[/i] disinterested in things. Every summer, he worked himself to the bone, telling himself that it'd all pay off. Mason scraped together enough money between the sea and around town, and the occasional season at Coney Island, that he was able to attend college down in New York City with a motorcycle that he himself at paid for. It was tricky going that far, but he loved it. Mason hadn't been that happy in a while, and he did [i]great.[/i] Then he went back for another semester, and it was the same story. Things are a bit more rough at home now, though. He ran out of the money that he spent literal years slowly building up, having blown it all on a year of college studying a major he might switch out of. And to make it worse, Mason's mom seemed to be getting worse, mentally. And he's all too happy to stick around and look out for her, but this town is killing him. He doesn't [i]want[/i] to be here. Seeing her son makes it easier to not be so damn depressed, but Mason knows one of them is going to outlive the other, and he doesn't know who. [/indent] [sub][b] Magic[/b][/sub] [sub][sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][/sub] [i]"Where. The fuck. Are my fucking. [b]KEYS?!"[/b][/i] [indent] [color=#85B7EB][b]MAGIC ⫻[/b][/color] Conjuration [color=#85B7EB][b]MAGIC DESCRIPTION ⫻[/b][/color] Mason woke up one morning, and found he was able to [i]accidentally[/i] snap things out of existence. The voice in his head didn't tell him a damn thing about this in particular side of the fact that magic is real. Unbeknownst to him, he can also bring things [i]into[/i] existence just as readily as out. [color=#85B7EB][b]Unmake ⫻[/b][/color] By laying his hands on a small object, like someone's phone or their shirt, Mason can render it nonexistent. It is not hidden away, it is not stolen, it is [i]gone.[/i] Every last atom connected to it is phased out of reality itself. And he fucking hates it. [color=#85B7EB][b]LIMITS ⫻[/b][/color] Without actively controlling his magic, the best Mason is able to Unmake is something the size of a laptop. [i]With[/i] control over his magic, this is brought down to something that can fit in his hand. [color=#85B7EB][b]WEAKNESSES ⫻[/b][/color] Without control, Mason will find it incredibly easy to misplace his, and others, things. Yet Mason will quickly learn that the thing that go missing will eventually be the fuel that forms the fire of a new part of his power. The more he uses his power, the more random stuff will appear around him as if by magic. These random items will not have any relation to the consumed item, but Mason will not have any control over this aspect of his power at least yet. [/INDENT] [sup][b] Other[/b][/sup] [sub][sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][/sub] [i]"I don't have enough fuckin' grass for this shit."[/i] [indent]Mason accidentally disintegrated the keys to his bike.[/INDENT] [/hider]