"You see things, and you say, 'Why?'; but I dream things that never were, and I say, 'Why not?'"
â George Bernard Shaw
â George Bernard Shaw
Full Name
"Yes, it really is 'Pavlov Becquerel Hemingway.' Please, don't ask."
Alternatively, his name is Becquerel Pavlov Hemingway. Sometimes.
Aliases
"Just call me Bec, please."
- [+] Bec
[+] Becca (insulting)
[+] Hemingway
[+] Lovie (rarely)
Age
"It's just a number. Really."
[+] 23 (in his own humble opinion)
[+] 18 (which he's too often mistaken for)
[+] 25 (how old his grandmother claims he is)
[+] 21 (what it says on his Driver's License)
Gender
"Male. Really, I am."
Sphere [&] Abilities
"The Arcane Sphere is a perplexing thing. Probably."
- [+] What am I doing. Bec doesn't actually know too well how to use his orb, so he just carries it around with him, wills it to do things, and hopes what he's doing is alright. If he were to actually channel his power and learn how to use it, he would, perhaps, become one of the most powerful men in history; however, Bec is absolutely clueless as to the purpose of the odd little crystal he found on the beach so many years ago.
[+] Maybe I should shake it. Bec is constantly experimenting with his crystal. As his abilities are so versatile, he never seems to get the same results as before when he decides to try something new. As any respectable scientist would, Bec always keeps a notebook on his person to log the crystal's actions under certain circumstances. He's always ready, eager, and willing to put his crystal to the test.
[+] Hey, look! It's glowing. Bec hasn't mastered a single action from his orb; he's too pre-occupied with studying it and testing its limits. This, however, by no means signifies that he's completely powerless. Bec has an immense energetic connection with his orb. He can perform various 'glowy thingies' quite well, mind youâ don't get on his bad side, or he'll blind you! For the most part, all Bec can really do is draw vast amounts of energy into the orb and expel them at varying rates. At the moment, all he really does with it is charge his phone and laptop, topping his stores off every so often but not to the point that he exhausts himself.
[+] It also goes boom. If Bec so chose, he could release all the energy stored within his orb. This would be very taxing on him, and he would likely be killed in the inevitable blast and subsequent implosion of the orb, but it's a fact to be aware of. He can also create minor blasts from the energy he's stored, channel his energy into various things, and make some really cool-looking fireworks that sometimes get out of hand and blow things up. This is an extremely powerful, uncontrolled form of energy expulsion.
[+] You're frazzled. The other talent Bec's tapped into is the fact that he can create shields by manipulating pure energy. Be it physical shields hot enough to burn up small projectiles or walls of sheer centrifugal force that'll send psychic waves and the minds of their users flying to subjects miles away instead of himself, he can guard himself against nearly anything. That said, it takes a great deal of energy to create these shields, so he doesn't test them too often. Creating one is exhausting, as is maintaining them. He's passed out before while using one, and the results of the suddenly-untamed energy really wasn't pretty. This is another form of energy expulsion coupled with very minor energy manipulation.
- [+] All a man needs is his mind. Bec is a bright, creative individual with a strong scientific mind. He can think his way out of almost any situation and have fun doing it. His mind is and has always been his greatest tool, and he's learned a lot in a lifetime of traveling, inventing, and sating his curiosity. He isn't necessarily the image of the 'classical geniusâ' he's actually rather poor math skills, and he can't play music for the life of himâ but his creative ability and his sheer aptitude for learning in general makes him one not to be trifled with.
[+] ...and also maybe some money. Riding on old family money and a good deal of his own earned from dubious sources, Bec doesn't have a real job and instead spends his free time researching, traveling, and taking in the beauty of the world. He has a lot of money to spare, so his scientific pursuits are rarely unfunded.
[+] Fear me! I have a letter opener. Bec is prone to stabbing, swatting, or nearly impaling those who annoy him with anything within reach. Though he's a complete failure at any sort of combat, he's a master of finding impromptu weapons and making them useful. When pissing Bec off, it's a bad idea to let him borrow your pen. Or your sunglasses. Or your newspaper. And definitely not your car keys.
- [--] Ice cream cones. Bec Hemingway has a strong history of hypopigmentation in his family. He's not exempt. Bec is very pale, with skin that burns in around five minutes, light and unfortunately limp hair, and what is probably the most sensitive skin any man has ever known. Put him in the sun without protection, and he's fried. Perhaps that explains his odd style of dressâ although, judging from his mannerisms...
[--] He's an odd one. Bec's extremely eccentric. Growing up on his family's private island in the Pacific, he spent his childhood largely without human interaction. He tends not to listen to other people and go off in his own world when it's completely inappropriate to do so, having, at an early age, not properly developed normal social mores. He doesn't quite know how to act in public, so he gets a good number of confused stares when he goes out. Bec also tends not to get sarcasm, choosing to take everything literally instead.
[+] The infinite plane. He's an extremely creative individual, and challenges of the mind are small fare for him. He sees everything as a puzzle, and he's never been known to lose at those. Actually, he hates losing, but he doesn't know that because he's never lost.
[+] My boys. Bec is never without a small robot of at least some sort. He devotes much of his time to tinkering and inventing and employs his various skills in numerous ways, robots included. He enjoys the company of his small creations and often prefers them to actual humans.
[+] Itâs a keeper. Bec is known to be something of a hoarder, keeping random items in his massive messenger bag for âthe time when he might need them.â Heâs never one to pass up picking up a cool but useless trinket. The upside of this is that heâs never without strange items that might come in handy. The downside is that his bag is very, very heavy.
Appearance
- Bec is a bit of an odd-looking individual. He's often found wearing clothes more appropriate for a desert wanderer: large, baggy, thick pants tucked into all-purpose boots with a long overcoat over it all. He mostly pulls his shirts out of the dumpsterâ or so it seems, given one look at the ratty things. He claims it's just to protect his skin, but he does, to some extent, simply enjoy wearing the getup. Without being completely covered, his pale skin would burn in minutes, and he does hate buying and applying all that sunscreen. When he does, however, dress like a normal human being, he usually is found in no less than a black turtleneck and well-fitted, light-colored jeans. Because he's totally not copying Steve Jobs.
A slim, spindly man, Bec can seem to be a bit of an imposing figure to those shorter than him. Though he's skinny and lacks most muscle other than those he uses to swim around at home, he's a somewhat intimidating figure, standing at six feet and three inches with nothing to show for it. Despite his height, however, his overall appearance is boyish, almost childish, with round features, long, feminine lashes, and eyes shaped very much like those of a Pacific Islander. While they're usually hidden behind prescription sunglasses (Bec's farsighted to the point that he can't make out faces, let alone words, without some sort of glass), Bec's eyes are a shade of washed-out hazel green that seem startling against his pale skin.
On the subject of his skin: Bec's body produces little pigment, so he's left vulnerable to the rays of the sun. It's genetic and a very obvious condition. While nowhere near as severe as forms of albinism known to occur in his family, Bec is notably pale and has to act accordingly.
Born to a wealthy family with the means to procure beautiful wives and healthy babies, Bec is surprisingly good-looking, if not somewhat plain. He's in good health with a pleasing facial structure as well as, much to the envy of many, completely perfect teeth. Other than this, though, he's really quite forgettable in terms of looks. Well, aside from the fact that he's really pale. And that he dresses like a desert hobo.
- Bec Hemingway, much as his name suggests, is a man of the sciences. Born, raised, and bathed in every time of science available since birth, it was inevitable that the boy would grow up with a lust for discovery and his undying curiosity. Bec enjoys discovering new things about the world and will go to endless lengths to solve his 'puzzles.' Though he's not especially good at mathematics, having been homeschooled on an island in the middle of the pacific, Bec is a prolific inventor, explorer, and roboticist.
However intelligent and curious he may be, though, Bec was not raised well. He's a very socially awkward human being and doesn't do well int he presence of others. Most fine his eccentric ways off-putting, and he's been denounced as a crazy crackpot more than once for very good reason. Bec just doesn't have social skills because he wasn't raised around people. He talks too loud, ignores all social boundaries, and doesn't even know what manners are. He's prone to doing what he wants, when he wants because he's never really had it any other way.
Bec's a spontaneous person who loves to do everything that pops into his head. He goes off on tangents and whims as though there was no such thing as organized thought. In fact, he's disorganized in almost every way possible: his speech, his personal space, his social interactions. Though Bec's never one to miss a detail, said details are promptly observed and thrown into the chaotic slurry that is his mind. Because of this, he's forgetful and tends to space out. A lot. Bec doesn't pay attention to most people when they're talking, and that, if more than anything else, has gotten him into a lot of trouble.
[+] Collecting.
[+] Hypothesizing.
[+] Chemistry.
[+] Biology.
[+] Electronics.
[+] Reading old-school Sci-Fi
- [--] Being told what to do.
[--] Being told he can't do something.
[--] Giving up.
[--] Pain.
[--] Exercise.
[--] Getting stuck in a rut.
[--] Fighting.
History
- Becquerel Pavlov Hemingway was born on the small, private island owned by self-made Turkmeni billionaire Saghad Akha Fareed and British everything-tycoon Atticus Sawyer Hemingway. It was decided at birth that their first and only son would become a scientist, and, like that, he did.
Bec, despite his unfortunate name, was never particularly well-known to the world at large. No one had ever heard of Turkmenistan, and Atticus Hemingway was a quiet, old-money boy who never knew anything but country houses and beachside vacations. Though his parents were incredibly rich, Bec's name never reached anywhere beyond the farthest stretches of the island his family had decided to call home.
That wasn't much a problem, though, for the boy developing rudimentary artificial intelligence at the age of ten. Bec never needed friends. He grew up a free spirit, doing whatever he pleased so long as he kept up with his studiesâ hardly a problem, considering he'd reworked the house to bring it into the age of science twice before he turned thirteen. Bec Hemingway was extremely bright, and his parents loved it, supplying every whim and passion with their seemingly endless money. Bec's early life was an absolute dream. Between the robots, the biology labs, and the stargazing, there was little time for social development, but nobody really cared, at that point. Bec was being primed to be a scientist, an inventor, a behind-the-scenes shakerâ not a movie star. On that philosophy, the boy was left to his own devices on the island, free to develop his odd yet charmed personality.
Things began to change when Bec was seventeen. It was the summer his parents planned to send him off MITâ in fact, it was his birthday. Right there, in the middle of August, as he flew to California over the Pacific ocean, a tsunami erupted. It was comparatively weak to Japan's just years later, but it was enough to destroy the tiny volcanic island, leaving it a mess of rubble and death. Out of four survivors, none were his family members. Bec was torn between being glad he wasn't stuck there when the inevitable, uncontrollable happened and the more normal phase of, "OH MY GOD WHY IS THIS HAPPENING. THEY CANNOT BE DEAD." Still in shock, Bec dropped out of college his first semester and proceeded to live in what he affectionately called a 'hovel' for six months while his parents' estate was being sorted out. When the lawyers finally got around to it, Bec, the lone heir, moved back to his island, where he fixed up the family home and lived in reclusion for years. On the eve of his nineteenth birthday, now also the one-year anniversary of the tsunami, Bec couldn't handle himself anymore and set off into the woods with no more than a notebook and a waterproofed time capsule. He planned to sit and write until he died.
It was then, after two days without shelter or water, that Bec found the orb. There, in the forest, on a rather anthropologically incorrect Greek pedestal, sat a perfectly-carved orb of clear crystal. It was glowing. Obviously, Bec picked it up. Though he still regards it as the hallucinations of a dying mind, he could swear it said to him, "So, my charge. Are you the one who seems ingenious among my brightest ingénues? Come, let's create together." To this day, he continues to research is properties, both physical and those decidedly less so.
He began his globe-trotting career at twenty and hasn't stopped since. Now, he certainly respects and fears Mother Earth, for all her strangeness and unpredictability.
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