The Omarain Bloodline
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Full Name: Elvis Johnson
Age: 18
Birthdate: July 22nd
Gender: Male
Bloodline: Omarain
Personality
Likes: poetry - athleticism - the moment when someone is uncertain of whether they were right about their initial perceptions of him - underground music - haircuts - prose - conversing - big ears - the beat era - art history - husky voices - "it's so bad that it's good" - rocking chairs - the smell of cigarettes - arguments - anticlimaticism - giving compliments - foreign films - sleeping (a rarity he appreciates) - when he doesn't get what he wants for once - allegorical references - popculture references
Dislikes: eating - warm weather - peanut butter - soggy socks - shaving - overtly agreeable people - lipstick - reptiles - gluttunous people - hesitance - his lack of patience - pumping gas - sitcoms - children - whispering in his ear - receiving compliments - consumptionism - dairy products (lacktose-intolerant)
Fears: He's terrified of snakes, just like Indiana Jones. Morever, he's quite petrified of himself, but moreso the fact that it's pretty much inevitable for him to die alone. The thought of an afterlife scares him a lot, too.
Goals: Get the hell out of this island and back to the real world where he can apply himself. He can see himself becoming a pretty sharp lawyer or politician. Regardless, he's sure that vanishing off of the face of the earth for an entire year (or, god forbid, longer) immediately after high school won't look good on a college resume and this downright pisses him off. This "education" is merely a hindrance in Elvis' eyes, call him unappreciative all you want.
To put it frankly, Elvis has lived nothing more than a continous stream of thoughtful lies. It's genuinely hard to get the truth out of the kid, for better or for worse. He's spent most of his life using his silver tongue for the forces of manipulation, absolutely delighting in the act of pushing another person's buttons. He's sported all too many shiners because of his fat mouth, enraging a bloke to the point of physical violence even before he'd awakened. Imagine his potency for evoking emotion now that he has. He's mischievous and meddlesome and extremely manipulative, but not maliciously so. It's pretty clear that Elvis doesn't pull his wordy shenanigans with the intention of hurting other people, but rather to entertain himself and perhaps fuel his impish ego. He's more selfish than sinister. When it comes down to it, everything is a ploy to Elvis, a calculated move in one big game of chess, despite what his "easy going" grin may claim. He toys with others like they're pawns in his game, and uses them to get a good laugh.
Knowing this upfront, it might surprise you that most people aren't aware of the motives behind Elvis' actions. He's quite good at what he does, after all. He's mastered subtly, and is actually a rather subdued person despite how flamboyant other fae folk are. He's a very charming lad and he knows flattery like the back of his hand, able to project himself as the most trustworthy person on this side of the planet without it seeming forced. He knows by now that most of the act comes into play when you feign indifference. It's not rare that people spill their guts out to him after only a few conversations because he seems so trustworthy.
On his behalf, it's not as if he's particularly untrustworthy. Sure, he may occasionally laugh at your misfortune, but he's not running around blabbering about someone's most private secrets that they told him with confidence. Really, the only thing puts a halt on the "Elvis is a great guy!" train is the fact that, more often than not, he simply doesn't care about other people's feelings. He is rather egocentric in that sense. Sometimes it's a wonder he wasn't born from some goblin or something equally as rude. He's rather judgmental and quite sarcastic to others when he isn't lying his ass off or snickering under his breath. Don't get me wrong; he doesn't go to great extents to hide this side to him- especially if he's in a bad mood - and he lives no double life. He simply understands that it's more beneficial to suck it up and play nice. It's to be expected of a faker and fraud such as himself. How could one so drawn to illusions be unable to pretend that he isn't an aloof bastard?
For what it's worth, he isn't exactly an empty carcass, either. He's got his feisty moods from time to time and you'll probably notice that Elvis is quite gossipy if you spend enough time around him. Or, rather, he's very, very nosy. He can't help but to dig his paws into the lives of others, partially because he likes to know everything. Yet you'll find that he rarely speaks about himself. While he might give an image of vanity, he's actually less self-absorbed than you might think. In fact, it's almost impossible to get him to gab about his life, feelings, or opinions at all. He's much more interested in what you have to say, and seeing that dopey look on your face once he's successfully spun you around in circles. It's this weird, self-aware, narcissistic yet somehow self-deprecatory, elusive persona he's adopted that makes him so likable.
People are surprised when Elvis bites back because his bark is so sweet, but when he does, he can positively tear a person apart. He primarily makes use of silly trickery and white lies, but if he's exceptionally cross, he'll dig down deep into his pockets to pull out something that actually comes a bit easier to him- psychological tyranny, fueled by observed insecurities, fears, goals, etc. Now, Elvis rarely feels the need to expend that kind of energy on another human being, so his attacks are usually more of jesting nips (again, he usually does't care enough to go for the jugular) but there are times when he's woken up on the wrong side of the bed. He's got a lot of control over most of his peers, whether they acknowledge it or not, and this power annoys him to an extent. If he were to be honest, more than anything, he just wants another capable player to oppose him- a good partner that could make his mundane routine of manipulation exciting - another person to keep him on his toes, or so to speak. He's yet to find one to date, though he's still accepting applications. Is that the stench of elitist permeating this paragraph? Why, yes, I believe it is.
So what makes the most dispassionate, irksome boy in the world swell with emotion? Wordplay, of course. He's expressive and articulate, and his only real passion in this world lies solely in the art form of wielding words. He writes quite a bit, and reads even more. He practically gets a hard-on for irony, and dry satire tends to be his favorite. If someone can connect to him on this level, they might actual see a real side to Elvis- spurts of sincerity among the gushing bullshit that otherwise spews from his mouth. His love for fiction might explain why he's so disconnected from reality. Isn't it funny how the boy with the ability to pull forth such strong emotions from those around him doesn't feel lickity split himself? He sometimes sees himself as a little wooden puppet on a quest to become a real boy, but that's just between you and me.
Appearance Notes: As an Omarain, he's got striking silver eyes. Furthermore, he's almost freakishly tall. His hair is more brown than it is blond, most of the time.
Capabilities
Bloodline Gift: Glamour: Elvis is extremely persuasive, though that word doesn't quite imply the full extent his propagation holds. He can be a downright terror with the way he manipulates others, but on a lighter note, he's a spectacularly good orator and story teller. He's always been rather adept at this side of the glamour. The illusions are what really hold his interests, though he hasn't quite gotten the hang of them yet. He's more afluent in illusions that deal with touch rather than sound, sight, taste, or scent, from what he can tell so far.
Bloodline Weakness: Bane of Iron: He's never really stumbled into a real problem with it so far, but it's not like he's looking to go bathe in a pool of molten metal, either. He's kept his distance. Caution does him well.
Other Skills: Lying, writing, story-telling. You get the point.
Biography
Elvis spent the better of his life waging wars against feelings of alienation and existential crises. Consider him a case of the dangers of being too smart. Perhaps it was egotistical thinking, but he'd never met a person who hadn't disappointed him by proving to be spectacularly dull, even if they appeared to be grand and complex and interesting to begin with. He'd like to say he knew exactly how his heritage mapped out, but he was adopted by a humble couple who didn't have the means to create children themselves. He harbors no mental ailments from this passing, accepting them as his parents without hesitation. His childhood was a subdued one. Everyone loved him, though he didn't quite love himself, so their adoration only frustrated him. He did a lot of reading, preferring to live in fantastical realms than the bland one he was perpetually stuck in.
His parents were older, so it wasn't a surprise when his pops passed away his eigth grade year. Elvis didn't cry. He'd managed to spin logic ontop of trauma- a defense mechanism to prevent himself from falling into a fit of woe. The doctor's all called it repression, but Elvis knew he was simply being smart about the whole thing. What would his sadness do to change the circumstances? Nothing. Of course, it didn't stop him from being inexplicably sad all the time. Depression (dysthymia specifically) was a thing that he suffered with- medication and all - seasoned with a good dosage of irregular eating and insomnia for most of his adolescence. None of his peers were aware of this fact, because he's always been a very secretive guy, but the whole ordeal did nothing to sate his hunger for loathing.
High school was alright. He was very, very popular- had a number of girlfriends, a couple of closeted flings with boys because he knew flamboyant homoeroticism would get him no higher on the foodchain. He was good at high school, busy with clubs and friends and sports. He majored in creative writing and was lead in the journalism club. He graduated valedictorian.
His awakening wasn't particularly horrible. In fact, he laughs about it now. When he was giving his valedictorian speech, suddenly the entire stadium grew deathly quiet, all eyes on him. He had a good speech, this he knew, but certainly not enough to silence hundreds of people like that. At one point he said, "And so, I dare you to raise your hands-" and literally every hand in room shot up. Perplexed but very interested, he kept going with his influences until he had this wild game of simon says going in between his speech- nothing too wild spare for the end when the whole crowd roared - literally, like a tiger - their applause. When he looked back at the tapes later that night that recorded them, he saw that his eyes had become silver.
When he got to school the next day, he was half pleased half peeved to find that mostly everybody did exactly as he told them. No one objected to his demands, and certainly no one disagreed with him. He was stuck inside his worst nightmare- a world where there was nothing to play with any longer. Of course, he found a way around it, challenging himself with more complex manipulations, but he didn't have much time to experiment.
It was about a week after he'd Awakened that he realized the harm his powers could cause. A classmate of his, a girl named Samantha Greene (he only knew her name after the ordeal), had stormed up to him the day after graduation. He'd just broken up with his girlfriend- no big deal - and was about to go home to try and get some sleep. He hadn't been able to get any for the past three days because he'd been so busy, so he was exceedingly grumpy. The girl stormed up to him and slapped him in the face, which came as a surprise to him, seeing as how he had no idea who she was. She'd was his ex's best friend who was unhappy with the way Elvis had treated the girl. She ranted and raved about how terrible he was, and he, aggravated, told her, "This is pathetic. Why don't you jump off a bridge already?"
Apparently the girl was going through problems in her life at that time, and his words- with the effect of the glamour- really got to her. He found out the next day that Samantha Greene had heeded his "advice". Words can't express the guilt he feels over her death. He spent the last day of highschool sobbing in his bedroom, concerned mother pounding on his door and wondering what was wrong. He had caused this- it was his fault that another living being was dead. He never considered himself to be very empathetic. There were so many people who died everyday. But the fact that this rested entirely on his shoulders disturbed him more than he could ever admit. Suddenly, a woman with beautiful eyes just like his had appeared in front of him and asked him if he wanted to go away to a place where he could learn to control his powers- to prevent something like this from happenening again.
Elvis agreed in that moment, weak and emotional, and only stayed in town long enough to go to the funeral. When he got there, he realized that he had colleges and a future all mapped out- a full ride to Yale that he'd tossed in the garbage because he'd first been so careless with his words and then too weak to deal with his mistakes by himself. He hasn't hated himself more in his life than he currently does now, and because of this, he's rather volatile.
If anyone brings up the Samantha Greene incident (that's to say if they ever found out about it) there is a 100% likelihood that he'll lose his shit.
He's only been around for about three months and in this time has learned a lot about harnessing his powers. He goes back and forth between being enamored by magic and feeling self conscious about how foolish he must look when he is. Mostly he's working on self control, but he's extrmemely interested in casting illusions. Unfortunately, he's absolutely bollocks at it right now.