Post by Tobias Smith on Dec 8, 2006 22:54:29 GMT
Name:
Tobias James Smith
Codename:
Clockwork
Age:
16
Mutation:
Temporal Stasis. Tobias has the limited ability to disrupt the barriers between planes of reality, creating a rift just large enough for a person to fit through, similar to Nightcrawler's ability to temporarily phase into another dimension. This 4th dimension co-exists with the 3rd, however from this perspective, all time has stopped. It could be compared to a play, in which one actor steps forward and continues in a monologue, while the other performers freeze in place, before the initial performer who "broke the 4th wall" steps back in, and things continue as they did. However, this does not allow Tobias to travel forward or backward in time. While in this other dimension, Tobias can move things but is under a constant pressure, for most things are not meant to travel between planes. He can only go a certain distance or stay in the other plane for an indefinite amount of time before the pressure almost forces Tobias to open a rift to get back in our plane yet again, which in a sense allows very, very limited teleportation. So, if he is in a locked room with no way out, even after shifting to the alternate plane, he will still only be in the locked room…with no way out. To date, the longest he has stayed in the alternate plane is relatively three minutes, twenty two seconds
Physical Description:
Tobias lives on the borderline of thespian nerd, and stereotypical Goth child. He stands at a fair height of 6"0' and is relatively thin, with almost no body fat and little muscle. Naturally, he is almost sickly pale thanks to years of staying indoors rather than spending time in the sun, and chooses to wear contacts rather than the thin, round, glasses kept in a case in his pocket. His sandy-blond hair is longest in the bangs; hanging just hanging directly in front of his hazel eyes, and is only kept out of his face on "formal" occasions In general, he has a long, gaunt face with sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes. He occasionally wears black eyeliner or conforms to the standard “non-conformist” fashion. The rest of his face is almost completely unblemished, thanks to daily washings, save for the two inch scar beneath his left eye, which he chooses not to talk about. His most common, preferred attire consists of long, drooping black jeans held up with a loosely-fitting belt, a long, black duster coat that hangs just an inch above the ground, black combat boots, fingerless black-and-red striped gloves, usually a chain or two with no real purpose whatsoever, and a plain black shirt. Another commonly seen object on his person is a set of headphones either hanging around his neck, or over his ears, which in a related subject have no earrings or studs of any kind…a fact shared with every other part of his anatomy. The thought of needles and holes in his skin has always, “freaked him out” slightly. Despite his almost too common sense of fashion, Tobias does own a tuxedo that he has never worn in his life, several black sweaters, one or two pairs of blue jeans, and a black leotard he had to wear when he lost a bet.
Personality:
On first impression, Tobias appears to be the definition of a rebellious, teenaged, punk. He often makes sarcastic and cynical remarks about those around him, be they human, mutant, young, or old. In classes, he tends to lie back in his chair, appearing apathetic to the world around him. When roaming about, with friends, Tobias shows almost no respect to authority figures or adults, choosing to poke fun at any weakness he sees in them, such as weight issues, or just how they look. However, inside, he is actually a caring individual who would rather not see anyone hurt physically or emotionally. When his friends aren’t around to see his true nature, he tends to be a polite individual, going so far as to help an old woman across the street, later being called a “clichéd oxymoron” by the same police officer who he constantly mocked. And contrary to popular belief, Tobias does believe in God, and goes to a Catholic Church, occasionally, enjoys painting, and listens to music other than heavy metal. His only real fears are not being able to come back when stopping time, and his arachnophobia.
Background:
Tobias James Smith was born on September 18, 1990. He was the first and only son of Trisha and John Smith. John worked for a large airline company, while Trisha tended to the house. They initially lived in a suburb of Indianapolis, Indiana, before moving to San Francisco in 1991 when Tobias’ father was promoted, and was forced to transfer. Tobias’ early life was good to him. His parents could afford to own a nice, two-story house near the Golden Gate Bridge, and all seemed right in the world. That is, until about three months after Tobias’ sixth birthday. John had never shown any symptoms, but he had a blood clot in his brain, which brought his life to a swift end when, while playing with Tobias in Union Square park, he was hit very hard in the back of the head by a baseball that a nearby player failed to catch.
Tobias and his mother had hard years ahead of them. Trisha had to take up a job as an accountant. Tobias had to fend for himself during the day, coming home from school, and leaving himself open to the influences of urban living. His mother began bringing home boyfriends, some nice, others not so much. However, Tobias and his mother kept a caring relationship, if a bit shaky as Tobias began to fall closer and closer to the Gothic archetype. When Tobias hit his teens, he began to exercise his freedoms more, staying out later and later as the nights went on. This indirectly led to the discovery of his powers.
His mother was out on a date with her latest boyfriend, a muscle-bound yet intelligent brute by the name of Harold. So Tobias chose to walk to the nearest Music store, and buy the latest Fallout Boy CD. Now, in hindsight, walking alone with money during the night in an urban city with known violence rates was not the best idea, but at the time, the only things Tobias thought were, Christ…I should have kept that bike from last Christmas… and, This had better be better than “Take This to Your Grave.” He was passing the quite clichéd dark alleyway with three or so black men wearing gang colors.
Tobias had not been mugged before that night, and has not been mugged since then. But it was an experience he never wanted to go through again. They beat him repeatedly, knocking the wind out of him, kicking him while he was down, stealing his Mp3 Player, and his wallet. It all came to an end as the largest of the thugs, grabbed Tobias by the collar, and held him against the alley wall. From seemingly out of nowhere, he brought out a knife, and prepared to possibly carve out his left eye. But just after two inches, Tobias screamed, and suddenly, everything was silent. The pain stopped, and when Tobias opened his eyes, he found that the thugs, the cars and people in the street, had stopped completely. His head was still throbbing with pain, but he also felt the massive pressure. Tobias managed to worm his way out, and ran as fast as he could, before, he collapsed on the ground both in pain and due to the pressure. In an instant, everything started moving again.
With all of the madness that occurred soon after at Alcatraz, and some common sense, it did not take a genius to figure out that Tobias was a mutant. Tobias only told his mother about what he was, and it was mutually decided that: 1. He was NOT taking the Cure, 2. He should find a place where he can learn control over his ability before coming home, and 3. Go somewhere with no fear of being mugged. So, after a bit of research, Tobias came upon the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters, to which Tobias then applied, not before making many comments about the school, most having to do with, “Who the hell says ‘Youngsters’ anymore?”
Current Affiliation
Xavier Institute Student
Sample:
In San Francisco, the city is always covered in one of two things: fog, or smog. Some days one cannot tell the difference, but normally someone can tell the difference by the sheer number of people coughing at any given moment. Today is a foggy day for the Golden Gate city, with the people going about their lives not giving a damn for any of the random strangers that they pass on the sidewalks or the tourists they meet on the cable cars. As Tobias Smith steps out of his house, and looks down the hill at the city, he mutters sarcastically under his breath, “Home sweet, freaking home.” The cloudy skies do not help with the fog problem, but rather seem to make the already cold day even colder.
It is early December, and Tobias locks the door to his house behind him before adjusting his duster again, and walking away from his home. His mother is at work already, leaving Tobias to do with his Saturday as he chooses. He really has no idea what he wants to do, but he really doesn’t care. He is going to catch a bus and leave for that Xavier Institute soon, so he decides that he is going to simply wander around town until something interests him. The teenager probably will not see his home for a while, so it is probably best for him to keep as many memories as humanly…or mutantly possible in his case.
As Tobias walks down towards the nearest intersection, he catches the attention of one Officer Frank Polanski. Polanski is a very gruff looking man, who happens to be horribly out of shape and coming very close to being clinically obese. He sighs as he watches Tobias walk down the street. The boy was wearing very baggy jeans just barely hanging on by a black leather belt that could very well fit around Polanski. It looks like Tobias is also wearing a black turtleneck sweater underneath that duster he constantly wears. His hands are in his pockets, and his headphones are around his neck, silent for the moment.
Tobias smiles grimly as he approaches the heavy-set officer. He layers his voice with sarcasm as he says, “Well, it looks the long arm of the law has been replaced with the short, stubby, fat hairy arm of the law. Extreme budget cuts this week Polanski, or that Atkins diet just not working out the way you thought it would?” The officer’s eye twitches slightly, as the dark-clad youth once again ridicules his physical condition.
Polanski remembers when Tobias was the happy little boy who would go out with father. He replies, “At least I don’t wear makeup to impress my boyfriends, emo-boy.” It is one of those rare moments when Polanski actually thinks of something to retaliate with, rather than just standing aside and taking the verbal abuse every day. He knows deep down that Tobias doesn’t mean it, but still, people have to strike back eventually.
Tobias, however, feigns surprise when the cop snaps back at him. Not only has the officer insulted the teenager back, but he actually came up with a good insult. Tobias spoke with a hint of pride, “Wow Polanski…that was pretty good. I didn’t think you had it in you! I must be rubbing off on you. Hoo-ray for the youth of the world influencing the adults, and hallelujah for witty come-backs, but seriously, this is one major step forward. Next thing you know, I’ll be running for Governor, or maybe President! No more Governor Terminator and hello Governor Goth!” Tobias chuckles quietly, as he walks right past Polanski, and toward the crosswalk. Looking after him, Officer Polanski looks as if he is in thought for the briefest of moments, before shuddering at the thought of Tobias as President.
Tobias did not know, as he is approaching the crosswalk, that while a mother on the other side is tending to her crying child in a stroller, that her toddler was curiously following a small bug, right into the middle of the street as the crosswalk sign warns pedestrians not to enter the street. Also at that very second, a Ford Mustang driven by an idiot talking on his cell phone and not paying attention to the street, attempts to screech to a halt before hitting the toddler, but has no chance. Tobias sees this, and his hazel eyes go wide as he realizes that the kid is going to be killed.
Tobias mutters loudly, “For Christ’s sake, something original PLEASE!”, as he compares this to countless other moments in comic books where the hero has to save the child from being hit by a car. He realizes that even if he sprints, he won’t be able to get to the kid in time, so he breaks into a quick jog, and closes his eyes to concentrate deeply. The car’s horn screeches loudly, before suddenly becoming silent. When Tobias opens his eyes, he finds that once again, everything around him has stopped completely. He glances behind him to see Polanski frozen in mid-run, with his fat folds caught rippling as he ran. Tobias thinks, that is seriously pathetic…, as he lifts up the kid, walks a few steps closer to the mother who now has her hand held out in a frozen scream to her child. Just as Tobias and the victim-to-be steps out of the path of the stopping car, the mutant closes his eyes again, concentrating deeply despite the growing pressure on him, and suddenly there is sound again. The car brakes to a stop several feet in front of where the child had been standing, and it appears to any witnesses that Tobias just ran very fast.
Tobias sets the kid down next to his mother, and walks away before he can even be thanked. Over his shoulder he yells to the mother and Polanski, “Put a leash on the kid, and don’t make me do your job for you again Officer.” He then puts his hands in his pockets, and walks away into the city. The officer mutters to himself, “Great…out done by a punk in make up…”
WESTCHESTER
Tobias James Smith
Codename:
Clockwork
Age:
16
Mutation:
Temporal Stasis. Tobias has the limited ability to disrupt the barriers between planes of reality, creating a rift just large enough for a person to fit through, similar to Nightcrawler's ability to temporarily phase into another dimension. This 4th dimension co-exists with the 3rd, however from this perspective, all time has stopped. It could be compared to a play, in which one actor steps forward and continues in a monologue, while the other performers freeze in place, before the initial performer who "broke the 4th wall" steps back in, and things continue as they did. However, this does not allow Tobias to travel forward or backward in time. While in this other dimension, Tobias can move things but is under a constant pressure, for most things are not meant to travel between planes. He can only go a certain distance or stay in the other plane for an indefinite amount of time before the pressure almost forces Tobias to open a rift to get back in our plane yet again, which in a sense allows very, very limited teleportation. So, if he is in a locked room with no way out, even after shifting to the alternate plane, he will still only be in the locked room…with no way out. To date, the longest he has stayed in the alternate plane is relatively three minutes, twenty two seconds
Physical Description:
Tobias lives on the borderline of thespian nerd, and stereotypical Goth child. He stands at a fair height of 6"0' and is relatively thin, with almost no body fat and little muscle. Naturally, he is almost sickly pale thanks to years of staying indoors rather than spending time in the sun, and chooses to wear contacts rather than the thin, round, glasses kept in a case in his pocket. His sandy-blond hair is longest in the bangs; hanging just hanging directly in front of his hazel eyes, and is only kept out of his face on "formal" occasions In general, he has a long, gaunt face with sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes. He occasionally wears black eyeliner or conforms to the standard “non-conformist” fashion. The rest of his face is almost completely unblemished, thanks to daily washings, save for the two inch scar beneath his left eye, which he chooses not to talk about. His most common, preferred attire consists of long, drooping black jeans held up with a loosely-fitting belt, a long, black duster coat that hangs just an inch above the ground, black combat boots, fingerless black-and-red striped gloves, usually a chain or two with no real purpose whatsoever, and a plain black shirt. Another commonly seen object on his person is a set of headphones either hanging around his neck, or over his ears, which in a related subject have no earrings or studs of any kind…a fact shared with every other part of his anatomy. The thought of needles and holes in his skin has always, “freaked him out” slightly. Despite his almost too common sense of fashion, Tobias does own a tuxedo that he has never worn in his life, several black sweaters, one or two pairs of blue jeans, and a black leotard he had to wear when he lost a bet.
Personality:
On first impression, Tobias appears to be the definition of a rebellious, teenaged, punk. He often makes sarcastic and cynical remarks about those around him, be they human, mutant, young, or old. In classes, he tends to lie back in his chair, appearing apathetic to the world around him. When roaming about, with friends, Tobias shows almost no respect to authority figures or adults, choosing to poke fun at any weakness he sees in them, such as weight issues, or just how they look. However, inside, he is actually a caring individual who would rather not see anyone hurt physically or emotionally. When his friends aren’t around to see his true nature, he tends to be a polite individual, going so far as to help an old woman across the street, later being called a “clichéd oxymoron” by the same police officer who he constantly mocked. And contrary to popular belief, Tobias does believe in God, and goes to a Catholic Church, occasionally, enjoys painting, and listens to music other than heavy metal. His only real fears are not being able to come back when stopping time, and his arachnophobia.
Background:
Tobias James Smith was born on September 18, 1990. He was the first and only son of Trisha and John Smith. John worked for a large airline company, while Trisha tended to the house. They initially lived in a suburb of Indianapolis, Indiana, before moving to San Francisco in 1991 when Tobias’ father was promoted, and was forced to transfer. Tobias’ early life was good to him. His parents could afford to own a nice, two-story house near the Golden Gate Bridge, and all seemed right in the world. That is, until about three months after Tobias’ sixth birthday. John had never shown any symptoms, but he had a blood clot in his brain, which brought his life to a swift end when, while playing with Tobias in Union Square park, he was hit very hard in the back of the head by a baseball that a nearby player failed to catch.
Tobias and his mother had hard years ahead of them. Trisha had to take up a job as an accountant. Tobias had to fend for himself during the day, coming home from school, and leaving himself open to the influences of urban living. His mother began bringing home boyfriends, some nice, others not so much. However, Tobias and his mother kept a caring relationship, if a bit shaky as Tobias began to fall closer and closer to the Gothic archetype. When Tobias hit his teens, he began to exercise his freedoms more, staying out later and later as the nights went on. This indirectly led to the discovery of his powers.
His mother was out on a date with her latest boyfriend, a muscle-bound yet intelligent brute by the name of Harold. So Tobias chose to walk to the nearest Music store, and buy the latest Fallout Boy CD. Now, in hindsight, walking alone with money during the night in an urban city with known violence rates was not the best idea, but at the time, the only things Tobias thought were, Christ…I should have kept that bike from last Christmas… and, This had better be better than “Take This to Your Grave.” He was passing the quite clichéd dark alleyway with three or so black men wearing gang colors.
Tobias had not been mugged before that night, and has not been mugged since then. But it was an experience he never wanted to go through again. They beat him repeatedly, knocking the wind out of him, kicking him while he was down, stealing his Mp3 Player, and his wallet. It all came to an end as the largest of the thugs, grabbed Tobias by the collar, and held him against the alley wall. From seemingly out of nowhere, he brought out a knife, and prepared to possibly carve out his left eye. But just after two inches, Tobias screamed, and suddenly, everything was silent. The pain stopped, and when Tobias opened his eyes, he found that the thugs, the cars and people in the street, had stopped completely. His head was still throbbing with pain, but he also felt the massive pressure. Tobias managed to worm his way out, and ran as fast as he could, before, he collapsed on the ground both in pain and due to the pressure. In an instant, everything started moving again.
With all of the madness that occurred soon after at Alcatraz, and some common sense, it did not take a genius to figure out that Tobias was a mutant. Tobias only told his mother about what he was, and it was mutually decided that: 1. He was NOT taking the Cure, 2. He should find a place where he can learn control over his ability before coming home, and 3. Go somewhere with no fear of being mugged. So, after a bit of research, Tobias came upon the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters, to which Tobias then applied, not before making many comments about the school, most having to do with, “Who the hell says ‘Youngsters’ anymore?”
Current Affiliation
Xavier Institute Student
Sample:
In San Francisco, the city is always covered in one of two things: fog, or smog. Some days one cannot tell the difference, but normally someone can tell the difference by the sheer number of people coughing at any given moment. Today is a foggy day for the Golden Gate city, with the people going about their lives not giving a damn for any of the random strangers that they pass on the sidewalks or the tourists they meet on the cable cars. As Tobias Smith steps out of his house, and looks down the hill at the city, he mutters sarcastically under his breath, “Home sweet, freaking home.” The cloudy skies do not help with the fog problem, but rather seem to make the already cold day even colder.
It is early December, and Tobias locks the door to his house behind him before adjusting his duster again, and walking away from his home. His mother is at work already, leaving Tobias to do with his Saturday as he chooses. He really has no idea what he wants to do, but he really doesn’t care. He is going to catch a bus and leave for that Xavier Institute soon, so he decides that he is going to simply wander around town until something interests him. The teenager probably will not see his home for a while, so it is probably best for him to keep as many memories as humanly…or mutantly possible in his case.
As Tobias walks down towards the nearest intersection, he catches the attention of one Officer Frank Polanski. Polanski is a very gruff looking man, who happens to be horribly out of shape and coming very close to being clinically obese. He sighs as he watches Tobias walk down the street. The boy was wearing very baggy jeans just barely hanging on by a black leather belt that could very well fit around Polanski. It looks like Tobias is also wearing a black turtleneck sweater underneath that duster he constantly wears. His hands are in his pockets, and his headphones are around his neck, silent for the moment.
Tobias smiles grimly as he approaches the heavy-set officer. He layers his voice with sarcasm as he says, “Well, it looks the long arm of the law has been replaced with the short, stubby, fat hairy arm of the law. Extreme budget cuts this week Polanski, or that Atkins diet just not working out the way you thought it would?” The officer’s eye twitches slightly, as the dark-clad youth once again ridicules his physical condition.
Polanski remembers when Tobias was the happy little boy who would go out with father. He replies, “At least I don’t wear makeup to impress my boyfriends, emo-boy.” It is one of those rare moments when Polanski actually thinks of something to retaliate with, rather than just standing aside and taking the verbal abuse every day. He knows deep down that Tobias doesn’t mean it, but still, people have to strike back eventually.
Tobias, however, feigns surprise when the cop snaps back at him. Not only has the officer insulted the teenager back, but he actually came up with a good insult. Tobias spoke with a hint of pride, “Wow Polanski…that was pretty good. I didn’t think you had it in you! I must be rubbing off on you. Hoo-ray for the youth of the world influencing the adults, and hallelujah for witty come-backs, but seriously, this is one major step forward. Next thing you know, I’ll be running for Governor, or maybe President! No more Governor Terminator and hello Governor Goth!” Tobias chuckles quietly, as he walks right past Polanski, and toward the crosswalk. Looking after him, Officer Polanski looks as if he is in thought for the briefest of moments, before shuddering at the thought of Tobias as President.
Tobias did not know, as he is approaching the crosswalk, that while a mother on the other side is tending to her crying child in a stroller, that her toddler was curiously following a small bug, right into the middle of the street as the crosswalk sign warns pedestrians not to enter the street. Also at that very second, a Ford Mustang driven by an idiot talking on his cell phone and not paying attention to the street, attempts to screech to a halt before hitting the toddler, but has no chance. Tobias sees this, and his hazel eyes go wide as he realizes that the kid is going to be killed.
Tobias mutters loudly, “For Christ’s sake, something original PLEASE!”, as he compares this to countless other moments in comic books where the hero has to save the child from being hit by a car. He realizes that even if he sprints, he won’t be able to get to the kid in time, so he breaks into a quick jog, and closes his eyes to concentrate deeply. The car’s horn screeches loudly, before suddenly becoming silent. When Tobias opens his eyes, he finds that once again, everything around him has stopped completely. He glances behind him to see Polanski frozen in mid-run, with his fat folds caught rippling as he ran. Tobias thinks, that is seriously pathetic…, as he lifts up the kid, walks a few steps closer to the mother who now has her hand held out in a frozen scream to her child. Just as Tobias and the victim-to-be steps out of the path of the stopping car, the mutant closes his eyes again, concentrating deeply despite the growing pressure on him, and suddenly there is sound again. The car brakes to a stop several feet in front of where the child had been standing, and it appears to any witnesses that Tobias just ran very fast.
Tobias sets the kid down next to his mother, and walks away before he can even be thanked. Over his shoulder he yells to the mother and Polanski, “Put a leash on the kid, and don’t make me do your job for you again Officer.” He then puts his hands in his pockets, and walks away into the city. The officer mutters to himself, “Great…out done by a punk in make up…”
WESTCHESTER
