Post by Reinhart van Hinkel on Apr 1, 2008 0:33:30 GMT
Name:
Reinhart van Hinkel - The Third
Codename:
None at present
Age:
15
Mutation:
Mental Projection;
Reinhart's ability is mental projection. By focusing inward on an image, he is able to make a complete near "holographic" resemblance of said object. So long as he concentrates on doing this, he can sustain the image up to a range of thirty feet. Reinhart's ability doesn't effect solely himself however, others will be effected by it too. If Reinhart's ability is used, as soon as someone comes into contact with the projection they will believe it to be real, and their own mind will stimulate the senses telling them so. If his concentration is broken partially, then the image will waver, however it requires complete concentration lack for it to be broken.
Physical Description:
Reinhart comes from a very "well bred" family. His parents believed in arranged marriages, as did theirs before them and the ones before that. The van Hinkle's come from a very wealthy estate and, as such, Reinhart has inherited all of the positive genealogy from both bloodlines. With a refined button nose and pale cheeks, his cold piercing blue eyes are contrasted heavily against his lush, medium length loose blond hair. As a mark of outcast from his family after turning Mutant on them, however, he has a large scar across his left cheek as a sign of disgrace. He isn't largely built, slightly skinnier than your average male child of 15 and just above 5'9". He weighs close to 190lb's, however the muscular content on his body far outweighs any fat content as he is lean and in shape.
Personality:
Shy and refined, he isn't the sort to seek adventure - more have adventure thrown to him. He acts polite however secretly harbors hatred very quickly. The sort to rely on subterfuge and lies to get his own way, he can seem at times devious and manipulative, yet the very next moment as an angel.
Background:
Reinhart van Hinkel was due to marry according to his parents beliefs. He was also due to learn the family trade and take up his fathers position of Van Hinkel Enterprises once he finished secondary school, however, that was never to be so. Reinhart spent all of his days practicing magic tricks, simple amusements and flair with the aspiration of one day taking his show to the stage. His father would never have allowed it, but the boy wanted a dream. One day, however, when his father was scolding him, all he could think of was stabbing him in the chest with a large knife and, by some bizarre wonder, one appeared in mid air - and shot straight at his fathers body. Not sure quite what he did, he saw it impale the man, yet with no blood coming forth - but the pain the man felt was entirely real. The shock was so much, it gave his elderly father a heart attack which nearly took his life. Afraid of what he'd done, Reinhart tried to explain but was attacked by his own mother, who with her nails slashed him across his cheek. He ran from the family estate forever, knowing return was an impossibility now.
Soon, he was taken in by the Xavier Institute who explained what he had was a gift, a gift what he could nurture and come to use and appreciate in the future. Choosing that over a life of nothingness, he left England and his family behind.
Current Affiliation
Xavier Institute Student
Sample:
Morning had come already. He'd left the family home three nights previous, and since then he'd been walking along the dirt roads trying to find a town he could rest in. No such luck for this poor soul. Forced to spend the night huddled in his brown long coat, and hiding beneath a large branch jutting from a tree for protection from the rain, all Reinhart could think of was what he'd done. He didn't even know how it had come about, it just... had. Sitting in the cold, hazy light he stared at his hands and began to ponder what had caused it... but no sooner had he begun to walk down the road of self hatred once more than he heard a crack of a twig behind him. Bolting up, he turned around and backed up against the nearest oak, stumbling almost along the way. In front of him were two people, two very strangely dressed people - and they were extending a hand to him.
"Come with us", they cooed to him. "We can help you". Having no other place to turn to, he hesitantly agreed after they talked him around and left the way they came.
Reinhart van Hinkel - The Third
Codename:
None at present
Age:
15
Mutation:
Mental Projection;
Reinhart's ability is mental projection. By focusing inward on an image, he is able to make a complete near "holographic" resemblance of said object. So long as he concentrates on doing this, he can sustain the image up to a range of thirty feet. Reinhart's ability doesn't effect solely himself however, others will be effected by it too. If Reinhart's ability is used, as soon as someone comes into contact with the projection they will believe it to be real, and their own mind will stimulate the senses telling them so. If his concentration is broken partially, then the image will waver, however it requires complete concentration lack for it to be broken.
Physical Description:
Reinhart comes from a very "well bred" family. His parents believed in arranged marriages, as did theirs before them and the ones before that. The van Hinkle's come from a very wealthy estate and, as such, Reinhart has inherited all of the positive genealogy from both bloodlines. With a refined button nose and pale cheeks, his cold piercing blue eyes are contrasted heavily against his lush, medium length loose blond hair. As a mark of outcast from his family after turning Mutant on them, however, he has a large scar across his left cheek as a sign of disgrace. He isn't largely built, slightly skinnier than your average male child of 15 and just above 5'9". He weighs close to 190lb's, however the muscular content on his body far outweighs any fat content as he is lean and in shape.
Personality:
Shy and refined, he isn't the sort to seek adventure - more have adventure thrown to him. He acts polite however secretly harbors hatred very quickly. The sort to rely on subterfuge and lies to get his own way, he can seem at times devious and manipulative, yet the very next moment as an angel.
Background:
Reinhart van Hinkel was due to marry according to his parents beliefs. He was also due to learn the family trade and take up his fathers position of Van Hinkel Enterprises once he finished secondary school, however, that was never to be so. Reinhart spent all of his days practicing magic tricks, simple amusements and flair with the aspiration of one day taking his show to the stage. His father would never have allowed it, but the boy wanted a dream. One day, however, when his father was scolding him, all he could think of was stabbing him in the chest with a large knife and, by some bizarre wonder, one appeared in mid air - and shot straight at his fathers body. Not sure quite what he did, he saw it impale the man, yet with no blood coming forth - but the pain the man felt was entirely real. The shock was so much, it gave his elderly father a heart attack which nearly took his life. Afraid of what he'd done, Reinhart tried to explain but was attacked by his own mother, who with her nails slashed him across his cheek. He ran from the family estate forever, knowing return was an impossibility now.
Soon, he was taken in by the Xavier Institute who explained what he had was a gift, a gift what he could nurture and come to use and appreciate in the future. Choosing that over a life of nothingness, he left England and his family behind.
Current Affiliation
Xavier Institute Student
Sample:
Morning had come already. He'd left the family home three nights previous, and since then he'd been walking along the dirt roads trying to find a town he could rest in. No such luck for this poor soul. Forced to spend the night huddled in his brown long coat, and hiding beneath a large branch jutting from a tree for protection from the rain, all Reinhart could think of was what he'd done. He didn't even know how it had come about, it just... had. Sitting in the cold, hazy light he stared at his hands and began to ponder what had caused it... but no sooner had he begun to walk down the road of self hatred once more than he heard a crack of a twig behind him. Bolting up, he turned around and backed up against the nearest oak, stumbling almost along the way. In front of him were two people, two very strangely dressed people - and they were extending a hand to him.
"Come with us", they cooed to him. "We can help you". Having no other place to turn to, he hesitantly agreed after they talked him around and left the way they came.
