My Name Is: Rowen F. Sivorn (I think it's best that I don't tell you what the 'F' stands for.)
I Am This Old: Sixteen (16)
Sexuality: Bisexual .. ly curious? I've had my fair share of interest either way, but I've never pursued it, so I'm not sure if I'm supposed to swing one way or other.
This Is My Power: I can take away people's low self esteem issues about their appearance - kind of. Well, no, not really. To specific, I can alter your appearance - body, build, face, hair color (though this is a bit tricky), skin color and generally your skin, and even your size. I'm not sure if I'm able to change anything else yet but, I have the power to make you a completely different person! (Don't I sound like some magical being? I know, I do. It's almost unreal.) Down to the serious and professional specifics, I am able to mold your appearance to a cellular level, and it's pretty complicated and is pretty weird.
The alterations are only temporary - it doesn't last forever and from what I've tested, I can only hold up the alteration up to 18 hours at most. (Don't give me that look, it's not like I can hog this power to myself, I can't even use it on my own appearance - uh, yeah, that's right, this awesomeness that you see before you is purely natural! So no complaining. Shoosh.) Anything past that and I try to force it to keep the illusion, I begin to hurt, a lot. I can only keep it up past my limit if I concentrate really hard, and if not, it begins to return back to normal pretty quickly.
I can only change what's in a person's genetic code, so it's not some form of shape shifting - it's similar, but not really. My alterations also are affected by who I alter, mostly for their emotions. While under my alteration "magics", if you experience really strong emotions, like fear or shock, your hair may turn white even if I'm not touching you, and it's likely to change back to your original appearance once it wears off unless you were.. traumatized, or.. something.
Likes: Talking, People, Old culture references, Learning new things, Books, Acting silly, Dancing, Taking things apart and putting them back together, Strategy, Small and cute things, Warmth
Dislikes: Awkward silence, Using his abilities more than necessary, Hopeless situations, Pain or others in pain, Being alone, Touching other people or being touched excessively, Unexpected (bad) outcomes in situations, Fish
Fears: Abandonment, Death, Isolation and general Loneliness, Mutilation, Betrayal, Death of loved ones
I'm Told I'm... Really talkative - always. It's not something that I can help, I just.. talking makes me feel better, and it happens a lot when I'm distressed or just generally feeling really awkward. I don't take awkward silences really well, and so I just fill it in with my voice and general small talk that could be stretched for a while. And if it doesn't work, then I stop talking, but then I begin to fidget, and people complain, so I get back to talking, and - do you sort of see the picture here? Moving on then.I'm what people call a dork, and I'm that awkward kid who makes all of the geeky references, and the guy who plays with children like he's a child himself even at eighteen years old. I act silly - it's what I do.
I like to make the mood light, and I hate situations where everyone just loses.. hope. I know when and where to do it, but I like to look on the bright side. I like spirit, and generally people who have fight in them and don't let other things hold them back. If it's not there, I try to bring it to them if I can - I don't give up on others, rarely ever. I like people. I like talking to them, getting to know them, and bonding with them. If we distance, it's fine. I just want to be sure that they'll be okay in life. I care a lot and sometimes, too much to the point where I do grow attached to everyone that I meet. It's usually painful for me to separate, emotionally. I don't really like it when people just characterize me as some talking fool, I know when to be serious and I know when to be silly (though being silly mode is a preferred mode), and generally, I'm more of a lover than a fighter - but I have moral values, and usually, those moral values tend to influence most of my decisions, whether they're pretty stupid or not.
I'm prone to clumsiness, and often get myself in the stickiest of situations - I can't help it, curiosity is a strong motivation for most of my actions - and I do tend to talk too much to the point that I ramble anything and everything that comes to mind whenever I'm scared - so when I freak out - I freak out. Generally, I become sort of.. useless in that aspect. Ah, the disadvantages of feeling emotions strongly. I'm not very strong physically, but I'm more mind over matter anyway. I like to think that I'm a pretty clever guy, because if I'm not silently and verbally freaking out over the situation (which is probably what I would do most of the time), I'm the go-to guy for planning. I think strategy often, and I like to observe things. When it comes to it, once I can calm down, I will think of something - trust me. I'm not some natural leader or anything, but if the situation has to call for it, I will stand up and speak up - speaking is something that I do very well anyway.
This Is What I've Been Through: My mom was pregnant with me before she and my father got married, and from what I remember her telling me, he died before I was born - though I think that she lied about it. She was barely home as I grew up, since she was making her debut into acting success and modeling success. Instead, my grandmother raised me, and whenever Mom did come home to visit, she'd just drink a lot and show off her current beau before she would leave and then come back some other time with some new one. I don't really hate her; I'm just disappointed. Even now, she visits less and less to the point that she barely does except for a few holidays, but she always brings a new friend or few.
I never really found a secure group of friends since I just drifted throughout my elementary peers, but I did have a neighbor that I always went back to. Her name was Amimatha Jilhwens, Amy to be short; lived a block away from my house and was the only other kid my age on that street who attended our school. We would often just sit there somewhere and just.. talk. Listen to the other's problems and just take out the frustration with each other. We didn't judge or anything like that, so I guess that we were pretty cool. She was really pretty, but she'd never listen whenever I told her otherwise, since the other kids at school didn't like her nose or her weight or anything. I thought that she was pretty cute though. We stopped being friends in the eighth grade (I was thirteen (13) at the time), and I think that she pretty much completely hated me after what happened back then.
We distanced a lot as she made friends with her former bullies and changed her appearance with make-ups and losing tons of weight. I first developed my powers during this time (I suppose that it was the early puberty that was hitting me around this time as well) and it was specifically on this day where Amy and me got into some argument, and I don't really remember how my hand got anywhere near her face. I had touched her face .. it got really weird; felt like it was some sort of clay that was in my hands instead of human flesh and skin, and then her facial structure actually moved and I freaked out as she freaked out, and pushed me away and began screaming and crying so much (general freaking out-ness) and I realized that I had somehow removed and changed her eyebrows and eye and it looked so completely different from her usual face and I felt horrified.
People who heard her had came running to where we were, and just looked on in horror at her, and then my horrified face at what was going on - I had no idea how it happened. Amy then got laughed at and screamed at after a moment of silence, and some guy who came after seeing the crowed went up and began plain out laughing at her for some apparent reason, and I just.. got so mad, that I lunged at him, grabbed his face somewhere during the middle of our shuffling as he was trying to get me off, and finally pulled me away and we both realized that I messed up his face too. It became some sort of hysteria.
A car approached me while I was just trying to get away from all of it, and I was still in shock, but they were people from the sector that generally dealt with people like me. So they drove me away secretly and I was taken to a facility, while they were calming down the hysteria that I caused. We tested everything and anything about it. It wasn't something that I was able to handle or control for a while, and they sort of.. helped me out, and then I was able to somewhat control it to a point that I don't change everyone's appearance when I touch them, when I turned 15. It had been around a year or two's worth of testing there, before I could finally control it properly and completely, though I still found new things that I was able to change about people if something happened unexpectedly.
It was a while before my grandmother could look at my hands and not stare at them for a while and unconsciously step away from them. I was home schooled after the incident, but I don't think anyone was willing to forget. Amy moved away, like, really far away, and I regret that still to this day. I had few things going on for me in life, I got good grades online, I stayed to myself and would occasionally befriend some stranger before the town gossips got to them and they distanced away from me.
My life moved really slowly, and it was amongst things that I would be sought out by several scientists who wanted me in their research to confirm their evolution theories or the what not.. and I would occasionally accept before rejecting them all together. I didn't pursue any romantic interests no matter if I took a small interest in anyone who passed by, and I just pursued studies and a variety of skills in my spare time. Other than that, I didn't really do much afterwards, except find work occasionally in cosmetics or theater, as a make-up artist or something, before eventually having to quit when my studies got behind me. My life's been.. quite slow-moving. Sometimes, I feel as if I want something to prove, that I'm here, I'm alive, and that I can do things. But for now, I want to be humble and just take care of my grandmother - her hip's been hurting for a while; I'm scared that she might die and leave me .. all alone.
Anything Else You Might Need To Know: I've learned several languages to almost complete proficiency (3) (Spanish, French and ASL) other than my high school language course (Latin) (though I'm still mastering R’lyehian, Klingon and Sindarin); how to juggle, skateboard, solve rubix rubes under a minute and play keyboard; read everything and anything that I could get my hands on, and know various strange facts. I had a lot of time to do that in my schedule..