Post by theo on Sept 14, 2006 12:02:57 GMT
Name:
Shola Inkosi
Codename:
none
Age:
17
Mutation:
Combat Telekinsis: His telekinetic abilities are mostly destructive in nature, but he has also displayed precise fine motor control, the peak of which was obliterating a granite slab to dust, removing that dust from clothing and the surrounding environment, compacting the dust into a granite spear, then re-obliterating the spear back into dust. His powers were mostly destructive.
Telepathic Sense: a low-level telepath. Shola is cable of connecting minds with other telepaths and engage in normal telepathic communication. His ability also allows him to sense the mental state of others. The ability is usually controlled except when strong emotional force is the trigger.
Physical Description:
Shola is around 6ft tall, he shaves his head bald as his is an unfortunately early victim of male pattern baldness, he is African American and well built for a 17year old. His eyes are brown and usually have a look of either anger or despair on them, which are pretty much the only emotions you are allowed to have when you are in a 20th century mutant concentration camp.
Personality:
Shola is confused and alone, he is away from his home, his family and his friends (all are in genosha), he had come to America in hopes of starting a new life, only to be picked up off the street and placed in a mutant concentration camp. On one hand he wants to exact his revenge on his captors, on the other hand, he wants the fighting to stop, because that is all he had ever known back in genosha. Shola is not a bad person, but he isn’t quite sure if he can call himself a good person either. Shola has a lot of soul searching to do, as the mutant concentration camp has changed him, numbed his emotions almost totally, right now, Shola doesn’t have much of a personality.
Background:
Born in Genosha, Shola was smuggled out as a child as a foreign exchange student, he has been in America for the last 8 years, and hasn’t seen his family since, he has had brief contact with them via a telepath in his home country, but he hasn’t heard from them in the last year or so, he isn’t sure, he has lost track of time in the concentration camp. Shola has been in the camp for the last 7 months, he had been abducted from his dorm in the University of Chicago, he had been taking early classes there, they had moved him to New York state, he doesn’t know anyone there, he only knows that New York has a high mutant activity. Shola’s powers are suppressed by a necklace, whith similar affects of the cure, suppressing the mutant x gene while worn, rendering him unable to break free on his own.
Shola is angry at the American government for locking him up like an animal, he had left his own country to be free of mutant prejudice, but he found even more in America.
Current Affiliation
Unafilliated, for now
Sample
Shola walked with the other prisoners, their hands bound behind their backs, shackled together. They all wore tatty rags, those rags had been white once, but were now stained by sweat, blood, bile and food, they were being treated like animals, their spirit had been broken. They were merely shadows of their former selves, all of them looking at the ground as they walked through the humid, filthy, grimy halls that seemed so monochromatic, the greyness was depressing. Shola, in between a scaled woman and a man with what looked like another set of eyes on his neck, felt the rage build up inside him, he longed to use his powers, to grab the guards with his mind and turn them inside out, to smash every single power inhibiting necklace in the whole goddamn camp, to break free, but what then? He thought, what would he do when he got out? Where would he go? He couldn’t go back to Chicago, there was nothing left for him there, not anymore.
Shola continued to walk with the others, his head down, his lips sealed, he felt the rough ground on the bottom of his feet as they went from the disgusting hall, the courtyard, where they would be forced to stand in the rain, until the rain stopped, he wasn’t sure why they had to do it, but it wasn’t the first time that a prisoner had developed hypothermia on influenza and was left untreated, until… until their bodies were being dragged out of their cell by the ankles, for all to see, this is your fate, that’s what the eyes said, the cold dead eyes of the prisoners, their heads scraping on the floor, usually leaving a small trail of hair, flesh and blood.
Shola no longer felt the consuming sorrow that came with seeing a dead person being dragged away like an old futon, his emotions had beennumbed, but unfortunately, the rest of him hadn’t, he felt the sharp rocks between his feet and the bite marks from the rats as they gnawed on him in his sleep all too well…
Shola Inkosi
Codename:
none
Age:
17
Mutation:
Combat Telekinsis: His telekinetic abilities are mostly destructive in nature, but he has also displayed precise fine motor control, the peak of which was obliterating a granite slab to dust, removing that dust from clothing and the surrounding environment, compacting the dust into a granite spear, then re-obliterating the spear back into dust. His powers were mostly destructive.
Telepathic Sense: a low-level telepath. Shola is cable of connecting minds with other telepaths and engage in normal telepathic communication. His ability also allows him to sense the mental state of others. The ability is usually controlled except when strong emotional force is the trigger.
Physical Description:
Shola is around 6ft tall, he shaves his head bald as his is an unfortunately early victim of male pattern baldness, he is African American and well built for a 17year old. His eyes are brown and usually have a look of either anger or despair on them, which are pretty much the only emotions you are allowed to have when you are in a 20th century mutant concentration camp.
Personality:
Shola is confused and alone, he is away from his home, his family and his friends (all are in genosha), he had come to America in hopes of starting a new life, only to be picked up off the street and placed in a mutant concentration camp. On one hand he wants to exact his revenge on his captors, on the other hand, he wants the fighting to stop, because that is all he had ever known back in genosha. Shola is not a bad person, but he isn’t quite sure if he can call himself a good person either. Shola has a lot of soul searching to do, as the mutant concentration camp has changed him, numbed his emotions almost totally, right now, Shola doesn’t have much of a personality.
Background:
Born in Genosha, Shola was smuggled out as a child as a foreign exchange student, he has been in America for the last 8 years, and hasn’t seen his family since, he has had brief contact with them via a telepath in his home country, but he hasn’t heard from them in the last year or so, he isn’t sure, he has lost track of time in the concentration camp. Shola has been in the camp for the last 7 months, he had been abducted from his dorm in the University of Chicago, he had been taking early classes there, they had moved him to New York state, he doesn’t know anyone there, he only knows that New York has a high mutant activity. Shola’s powers are suppressed by a necklace, whith similar affects of the cure, suppressing the mutant x gene while worn, rendering him unable to break free on his own.
Shola is angry at the American government for locking him up like an animal, he had left his own country to be free of mutant prejudice, but he found even more in America.
Current Affiliation
Unafilliated, for now
Sample
Shola walked with the other prisoners, their hands bound behind their backs, shackled together. They all wore tatty rags, those rags had been white once, but were now stained by sweat, blood, bile and food, they were being treated like animals, their spirit had been broken. They were merely shadows of their former selves, all of them looking at the ground as they walked through the humid, filthy, grimy halls that seemed so monochromatic, the greyness was depressing. Shola, in between a scaled woman and a man with what looked like another set of eyes on his neck, felt the rage build up inside him, he longed to use his powers, to grab the guards with his mind and turn them inside out, to smash every single power inhibiting necklace in the whole goddamn camp, to break free, but what then? He thought, what would he do when he got out? Where would he go? He couldn’t go back to Chicago, there was nothing left for him there, not anymore.
Shola continued to walk with the others, his head down, his lips sealed, he felt the rough ground on the bottom of his feet as they went from the disgusting hall, the courtyard, where they would be forced to stand in the rain, until the rain stopped, he wasn’t sure why they had to do it, but it wasn’t the first time that a prisoner had developed hypothermia on influenza and was left untreated, until… until their bodies were being dragged out of their cell by the ankles, for all to see, this is your fate, that’s what the eyes said, the cold dead eyes of the prisoners, their heads scraping on the floor, usually leaving a small trail of hair, flesh and blood.
Shola no longer felt the consuming sorrow that came with seeing a dead person being dragged away like an old futon, his emotions had beennumbed, but unfortunately, the rest of him hadn’t, he felt the sharp rocks between his feet and the bite marks from the rats as they gnawed on him in his sleep all too well…
