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- ā§ FULL NAME ā§X Louis Arthur Camden Price
ā„ NICKNAMES ā„X Ask Atlas
ā§ MAJOR ā§X Photography
ā„ AGE ā„X 20
ā§ ETHNICITY ā§X Caucasian/Dutch/German
ā„ SEXUALITY ā„X Hella Gay
ā§ EYE COLOR ā§X Blue
ā„ HAIR COLOR ā„X Brown
ā§ HEIGHT ā§X 5'8"
ā„ WEIGHT ā„X 165lbs
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Otherwise, Louis is an individual lacking in personal depth of emotion, a surface level heathen bound and determined to piss people off as best and as much as he can. Not for any purpose other than his own amusement and perhaps for the amusement of others every once in a while - namely, a certain Atlas Blake who has come under fire from many of his ill-intentioned "pranks" before as well. He seeks attention and yet denies it at every turn, pushing those away who claim to know him best - family is merely in his opinion an extension of weakness. People who think they know him but have no clue as to the way his mind is constantly turning. Sure, they had never done anything to wrong him besides simply existing, but Louis as a person finds their affection dreadful. Friendships are the ties that bind him. The only source of social development he will ever allow.
Loyalty is of the most importance in his life. He may not be honest, or outright nice. But he won't be the one to stab you in the back when the time comes. He takes his friendships seriously, if not almost with a sense of duty. In a way he can almost become Jealous when seeing those he "cares" for interacting with people outside of their social circle. And though he would never admit to that, theres no denying it.
He is known to be a rather "shady" individual, consistently dealing in underhanded insults and doesn't care if its friend or foe he's saying these harmful words to. But, he has been known to do the opposite as well. Uncharacteristically allow a kind word to slip through the cracks. He isn't, after all, a complete asshole, no matter what anyone says of him. He's got his ups, as well as his downs, and usually there's a chance to catch him making a complete 180 in personality. Usually, under the influence of alcohol - he's the opposite of a mean drunk; he's a scarily nice one.
He is often in the field photographing "death" scenes and generally morbid things. He does it usually for his own amusement or to freak other people out. But has found his niche in the macabre. Oddly enough, his enjoyment of dark things is severely contrasted by the almost comical fears he has. For one, his insanely irrational fear of cats.
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ā§ Smoking ā§ Taking "Death" Photos ā§ Speaks Latin ā§ Chews On Pencils/Pens ā§ Scaring Others ā§
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ā§ Himself ā§ Antagonising People ā§ Morbid Imagery ā§ Having Top Grades ā§ Calling People By The Wrong Name ā§ Alcohol ā§ Scaring People ā§ Pissing Off His Family.
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ā§ Cats ā§ Isolation ā§ Good Behavior ā§ People Who Don't Swear ā§ Apologizing ā§ Nicknames ā§ Messy People, Messy Things ā§ Authority Figures ā§ His Family
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ā„ Louis can create, shape, and manipulate illusions to his will. Causing his preferred singular/or group of targets to see, hear, and possibly with enough concentration touch things which do not actually exist or cause them to perceive something in a way different from what it truly is. ā„
ā„ Sensory Illusion ; Creating illusions that play on the senses. Usually easiest with Visual and Vocal, physical Illusions that deal with the other three senses are slightly less easy.
ā„ Decoy Creation ; The ability to duplicate himself or others as a visual illusion, non-autonomous, and intangible.
ā„ Environmental Illusion ; Being able to alter the perception of the environment around someone. Usually on a small scale. Large-scale alterations take much, much more energy from him.
ā„ Illusion Of Invisibility ; Capable of creating an illusionary screen around himself to alter someones perception of himself aka "they don't see him, but he's definitley still there." Broken easily through a shift in focus or lack of required energy.
ā„ Sensory Inhabition ; It's harder to change someone's perception when their perception is already inhibited. Such as by drugs, or alcohol, or something else that makes them see the world in a different way. Handicaps also limit his reach of illusions, he'd only be able to target someone blind with a vocal illusion, while someone deaf would only be affected by visuals. Etc.
ā„ Range ; There's a good chance that range plays into the ability to create more elaborate illusions. Simple, small, illusions would be easily created from afar. However, having more than one thing going on at once would probably require him to at least be in the next room or closer.
ā„ Focus & Control ; Energy will always be a requirement of any power. Mental reserves and focus play into the process of creating Illusions heavily. If exhausted, there's a greater chance that his Illusions won't make it very far, if he's capable of manipulating them at all. The more of an energy source there is for him the more draw he will have with his ability.
ā„Accurate Imaging ; It's a fair assumption that to get accurate imaging he'd have to at least be somewhat familiar with what he is creating. At least for things that need a realistic representation. Things that are a little less real or more so come from his own mind wouldn't be affected by this.
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But that's what happens when you're born into the Price family. Bunch of rich assholes with no comprehension of the real world. Louis won't pretend he knows either, after all he might even be the worst of them. At least he didn't inherit much from his birth givers. Sometimes he imagines that he's adopted, if not for the way he mimics their image. It was all he could do as a kid - and then as a teen - to get the hell away from them. He spent most of his days seeking out shit that he shouldn't have been getting into. Developed an almost rebellious love of morbid photography in the interim.
Posing himself in ways that made him seem dead, using copious amounts of fake blood or props that mimicked weapons. Nooses, knives, even a bit of photoshop of a broken car window had once featured in his photos. The people around him hated it, which only fueled him to pursue it even more.
Boarding school was supposed to help 'adjust' his attitude, but really, it only introduced him to the one person who could manage to get him even further from normal than before. Atlas was one of a kind, and Louis knew that. In the coming years he spent more time with Atlas and his family than he ever had with his own. So much time in fact that his parents were often worryingly bothering the Blake's with useless calls. Constantly asking when their son would come home. Louis often responded with a noncommittal sigh and would then hang up.
Going to college seemed the next logical step, and the fact that he would up in the same one as Atlas was no real surprise. Though they weren't living together at first - as anyone would have imagined they would - it wasn't long before Atlas was calling from his big fancy house, asking Louis to come stay. To be honest, he thought about saying no, just for a moment. Let Atlas stew for a while, but the need to be around someone who isn't a complete idiot had him scrapping that idea altogether.
So off he went to the creepy ass house his friend had bought.
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FACE CLAIM ; Dane Dehaan
WRITTEN BY ; Joseph Stalin