Avatar of ogFarnsworth
  • Last Seen: 9 yrs ago
  • Joined: 9 yrs ago
  • Posts: 4 (0.00 / day)
  • VMs: 0
  • Username history
    1. ogFarnsworth 9 yrs ago

Status

User has no status, yet

Bio

User has no bio, yet

Most Recent Posts




Hi, I hope its not too late to join. That's my character, let me know if I messed up on anything. I got the vibe that Dark Town was kind of separate from the rest of the Citadel so I thought my guy would make a nice bridge. I figure he would be their representative to the rest of the PCs/Council.

Oh and please don't let my post count scare you, I had to move recently so I haven't had much time to write.

| NAME: |
Samuel James Rawlings

| NICKNAME(S): |
Sam

| ALIAS(ES): |
Artsmith

| ABILITIES: |
Living Paint
Stage One - Sam can paint brilliant paintings in real life using just his hands. The colors and work appear directly in front of him as he performs. Everything he paints is strikingly realistic and vibrant although it does not take him very long to make things. When the painting is completed the object becomes real and functional. At this stage only smaller objects can be completed like keys, rocks, books or knives. Only a small number of paintings can exist simultaneously but he can dissipate them at will.

Stage Two - Sam's paintings can now be medium-sized objects such as guns, furniture, mannequins or small walls. He can also now make food and drinks that do not count towards his maximum limit and never disappear making it as nutritious as real food. The limit on his paintings is increased and it takes less of a toll on him to create.

Stage Three - By putting part of his life into his work, Sam can paint small living things. When he makes a plant or animal, it will not gain life until some of Sam's blood touches it. For something like a flower or spider, no more than a few drops is required. However, for a dog or cat, the minimum is raised substantially. Sam's connection with these beings is powerful and telepathic communication is no issue. Only one living creature can be under command at a time.

Stage Four - Sam's skill has grown considerably. He can now paint objects the size of a small bus or creatures as large as a gorilla. He can also give life to some inanimate objects, like a sword or golem. Larger living things are more taxing, but if the life form is small enough Sam can now control multiple paintings. His speed and limit have increased considerably.

Limits: Each painting is taxing on Sam, both physically and mentally. He can only paint so much in a short period before he's exhausted, and the amount of paintings he can have in reality at one time is not many. While he is very fast when he works, it still takes him a few moments to finish a painting. The larger the painting the longer it will take. Anything alive requires a blood sacrifice, and anything bigger than a wolf will pose a real risk to Sam's own health.

Weakness: Besides the above, Sam has no capabilities of his own. He is a normal human in every aspect besides his 'conjuring' ability. Any of Sam's paintings that touch water will also start to dissipate. The effect is not instant, but the more water that is applied, the runnier the paint gets until the object no longer resembles what it used to, and so is destroyed.

| SAMPLE POST: |
Rays of sunlight filtered through the drawn shades. As the dust lazily floated through the bands of light the aura of peace was encompassing. On the walls hung art of all kinds, from pencil sketches near the windows to the two large murals on the far wall. The room itself was well-lit in part to the natural sunlight. Lining the edges of the room were countless cabinets and storage shelves holding supplies and other pieces of student's work. The center of the room was occupied by four large wooden tables, designed for multiple kids to work at each one. Near the open door was an empty teacher's desk, and in the corner of the room were three art easels. Two were blank and unoccupied. One was not.

A boy sat in the cheap wooden stool in front of one of the easels. His outfit of worn sneakers, jeans and a blue t-shirt was pretty typical of an NLCA slacker. He dipped the brush he was holding into the paints next to him and continued to stroke the canvas. The sound of bristles on paper was music to his ears. The landscape on the easel was magnificent; a hidden green oasis surrounded by miles of empty desert. The style was strikingly realistic yet had the spark of originality that drew in the eye. The student was no amateur, for sure.

"Sam? Why are you still here?" came a voice from the doorway. The boy visibly flinched and whipped quickly around. His eyes were vibrant green and wild before they recognized the art teacher at NLCA, Ms. Decker. Sam relaxed in his stool and put the brush down. He ran his hand through his short brown hair before answering, leaving a small trail of blue and yellow color.

"Sorry Ms. Decker, I didn't feel like going to English Lit today," Sam replied sheepishly, refusing any attempts at eye contact. The young teacher smiled and stepped in the room. Sam was still as she approached and took one of the stools, planting it next to him. Neither said anything for a few long but comfortable seconds.

"You really got the reflection in the pool right," she remarked. Sam usually did not listen to praise about his work but was forced to agree. The comfortable silence returned. Unease flickered on the face of Ms. Decker before she started again. "Sam, you're an incredible artist. I know it, you know it, and I know you know it. And that's why you're here. You've been given an incredible opportunity! This scholarship isn't given out every day."

The McAdams Scholarship. Sam received it to attend NCLA free of charge because of his excellent art. Otherwise there wasn't a chance he and his family could afford it. "You can start your life off right, Sam. A real job," Ms. Decker continued softly. She paused and placed her hand on his shoulder. "There is no money in the arts, sweetie. You need a real career."

The silence made another return without the accompanying comfort. Sam gazed blankly at his painting, seeming to look through it instead of at it. Finally he spoke. "I hear you, Ms. Decker. I should probably go catch the last half of Lit, huh?" The teacher smiled and stood, leaving the stool out of place. "I think that's a wonderful idea, Mr. Rawlings."

Sam stood and grabbed his small and pitifully light backpack. He left his painting on the easel, left the art room, and went home.

| NOTES: |
Nothing much, just let me know if anything needs fixing. This is my first post on here but I'm pretty excited to get going haha! Also I am a big OJ guy, start your morning off right.
@ogFarnsworth At first I struggled with the potentially strength of this ability and then I got to the weakness. Now, I'm hoping this was intentionally but if not, it works out quite well. The city's predominant weather is both rain and fog which will create a constant foil to Sam. So provided that's okay with you, this sheet is accepted.


Yeah that's fine with me. I'll try not to overdo it with his powers just let me know if I'm crossing a boundary.

@ogFarnsworth i think that power is so damn cool, very original and creative :)


Thanks I appreciate it! I think telekinesis is pretty bad ass too.
| NAME: |
Samuel James Rawlings

| NICKNAME(S): |
Sam

| ALIAS(ES): |
Artsmith

| ABILITIES: |
Living Paint
Stage One - Sam can paint brilliant paintings in real life using just his hands. The colors and work appear directly in front of him as he performs. Everything he paints is strikingly realistic and vibrant although it does not take him very long to make things. When the painting is completed the object becomes real and functional. At this stage only smaller objects can be completed like keys, rocks, books or knives. Only a small number of paintings can exist simultaneously but he can dissipate them at will.

Stage Two - Sam's paintings can now be medium-sized objects such as guns, furniture, mannequins or small walls. He can also now make food and drinks that do not count towards his maximum limit and never disappear making it as nutritious as real food. The limit on his paintings is increased and it takes less of a toll on him to create.

Stage Three - By putting part of his life into his work, Sam can paint small living things. When he makes a plant or animal, it will not gain life until some of Sam's blood touches it. For something like a flower or spider, no more than a few drops is required. However, for a dog or cat, the minimum is raised substantially. Sam's connection with these beings is powerful and telepathic communication is no issue. Only one living creature can be under command at a time.

Stage Four - Sam's skill has grown considerably. He can now paint objects the size of a small bus or creatures as large as a gorilla. He can also give life to some inanimate objects, like a sword or golem. Larger living things are more taxing, but if the life form is small enough Sam can now control multiple paintings. His speed and limit have increased considerably.

Limits: Each painting is taxing on Sam, both physically and mentally. He can only paint so much in a short period before he's exhausted, and the amount of paintings he can have in reality at one time is not many. While he is very fast when he works, it still takes him a few moments to finish a painting. The larger the painting the longer it will take. Anything alive requires a blood sacrifice, and anything bigger than a wolf will pose a real risk to Sam's own health.

Weakness: Besides the above, Sam has no capabilities of his own. He is a normal human in every aspect besides his 'conjuring' ability. Any of Sam's paintings that touch water will also start to dissipate. The effect is not instant, but the more water that is applied, the runnier the paint gets until the object no longer resembles what it used to, and so is destroyed.

| SAMPLE POST: |
Rays of sunlight filtered through the drawn shades. As the dust lazily floated through the bands of light the aura of peace was encompassing. On the walls hung art of all kinds, from pencil sketches near the windows to the two large murals on the far wall. The room itself was well-lit in part to the natural sunlight. Lining the edges of the room were countless cabinets and storage shelves holding supplies and other pieces of student's work. The center of the room was occupied by four large wooden tables, designed for multiple kids to work at each one. Near the open door was an empty teacher's desk, and in the corner of the room were three art easels. Two were blank and unoccupied. One was not.

A boy sat in the cheap wooden stool in front of one of the easels. His outfit of worn sneakers, jeans and a blue t-shirt was pretty typical of an NLCA slacker. He dipped the brush he was holding into the paints next to him and continued to stroke the canvas. The sound of bristles on paper was music to his ears. The landscape on the easel was magnificent; a hidden green oasis surrounded by miles of empty desert. The style was strikingly realistic yet had the spark of originality that drew in the eye. The student was no amateur, for sure.

"Sam? Why are you still here?" came a voice from the doorway. The boy visibly flinched and whipped quickly around. His eyes were vibrant green and wild before they recognized the art teacher at NLCA, Ms. Decker. Sam relaxed in his stool and put the brush down. He ran his hand through his short brown hair before answering, leaving a small trail of blue and yellow color.

"Sorry Ms. Decker, I didn't feel like going to English Lit today," Sam replied sheepishly, refusing any attempts at eye contact. The young teacher smiled and stepped in the room. Sam was still as she approached and took one of the stools, planting it next to him. Neither said anything for a few long but comfortable seconds.

"You really got the reflection in the pool right," she remarked. Sam usually did not listen to praise about his work but was forced to agree. The comfortable silence returned. Unease flickered on the face of Ms. Decker before she started again. "Sam, you're an incredible artist. I know it, you know it, and I know you know it. And that's why you're here. You've been given an incredible opportunity! This scholarship isn't given out every day."

The McAdams Scholarship. Sam received it to attend NCLA free of charge because of his excellent art. Otherwise there wasn't a chance he and his family could afford it. "You can start your life off right, Sam. A real job," Ms. Decker continued softly. She paused and placed her hand on his shoulder. "There is no money in the arts, sweetie. You need a real career."

The silence made another return without the accompanying comfort. Sam gazed blankly at his painting, seeming to look through it instead of at it. Finally he spoke. "I hear you, Ms. Decker. I should probably go catch the last half of Lit, huh?" The teacher smiled and stood, leaving the stool out of place. "I think that's a wonderful idea, Mr. Rawlings."

Sam stood and grabbed his small and pitifully light backpack. He left his painting on the easel, left the art room, and went home.

| NOTES: |
Nothing much, just let me know if anything needs fixing. This is my first post on here but I'm pretty excited to get going haha! Also I am a big OJ guy, start your morning off right.
© 2007-2024
BBCode Cheatsheet