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Mose Withrow

"I realize something.......hiding is not the answer for me......"

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Dr. Nikolai

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A coalation of Endangered species...gone terrorist.

Description

"I'm a freak, and there's no one who can help me, but that's good because I don't want any help, I'm happy where I am, and who I am"

Mose Withrow

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Species: Human Pyrokinetic.

Gender: Male.

Full Name: Mose Entzünden Withrow.

Age: 18.

Height: 5'9'.

Weight: 160 Lbs.

Eye Color: L Is Green. R Is Gone.

Hair Color: Dark Brown.

Unique Features: His left arm from part of it down is completely missing, which the events behind it will be explained in the history.

So begins...

Mose Withrow's Story

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Mose groaned, rubbing his head with his only arm, slowly and smoothly, as he didn't want to make his already injured head worse. He had been in an accident that involved his powers and had been walking by a construction site, and his powers went out of control, and melted a wheel on a bulldozer and the vehicle slumped, and smashed into him, making him fall onto the ground, and injuring his head. His head currently was covered in bandages, and blood was leaking through it a little.

At the moment he was going into a thrift shop, a locally owned one as he needed to get something to protect himself, without using his powers, as he was scared of them getting out of control again. He was looking for a firearm, but one that was cheap and didn't require a permit, as he needed to keep it quiet, drawing attention to himself wasn't the best thing at the moment because of the accidents he had caused. He entered the shop and looked around slowly, and then walked over to part of the place that had firearms, and weapons in general, and looked about the handguns. He needed to find something reliable but not too big either.

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The man's eyes traveled over to the man behind the counter, as he heard his remark and he sighed, shaking his head at the language. He didn't feel like he needed to swear to get his point across, he usually just tried to say his mind without being too abusive with his words which actually worked sometimes, but most of the time did not. He didn't like to make people feel bad with his language or his attitude so usually he just stayed quiet or didn't venture outside his apartment.

He inspected one of the firearms in the case, and took a close look at it. It was a handgun, an older one that looked as if it was used in old wars but it did look reliable, so he decided that it was a good option. He looked over at Harold and opened his mouth to speak, his words flowing out with smooth precison like a blade cutting through solid steel.

"Hey there, I know I look like i'm in bad condition which I am, but I would like to take a closer at this handgun here, as I am considering buying it. If you would be so kind as to open the case so I can inspect it, I would appreciate it greatly".

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The man looked over at Harold as he made his way over to the case, and he watched as the key was pressed into the lock and turned, opening the case. He looked at the pistol, and gently took it from Harold's hands, inspecting it with great curiosity and admiring the stains and the scratches. He knew that behind every scratch, every stain, and every crack there was a story, something that the previous owner had experienced, that they had learned from, and perhaps it changed their lives forever. He really wanted to get this handgun now, it was more of a respect thing.

He looked at Harold with a smile, this handgun making him smile because of all the things it evoked in the man. "I think I could use it without fixing it up too much, just imagine the story behind it, it makes me respect it that much more and I would be honored to buy it. It's something that I would take care of and only use when I needed to use it" he said with a warm tone, but still that hiddeness, just a tone of sorrow that was hidden behind his other tone of voice.

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"You're probably thinking that I am a weirdo, I know you are so don't say you aren't. I am not going to give you some petty excuse about me not being a weirdo, because I am, I mean, a bloodied and one armed man walks into the place you work, and you aren't going to wonder things about him, if he is a murderer, a freak, a pervert, just some mistake, something that should of died in the womb." he said with a soft but firm tone of voice, not even looking at the man as he spoke those words. He then turned to the man, and sighed, shaking his head.

"You think that I am a freak, that everyone that walks into this place is out to get you, and make your life a living hell, but you know what I say to that? You just gotta swim, and swim when it hurts. Swim for the music that saves you when you aren'

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(Fixed Post) "You're probably thinking that I am a weirdo, I know you are so don't say you aren't. I am not going to give you some petty excuse about me not being a weirdo, because I am, I mean, a bloodied and one armed man walks into the place you work, and you aren't going to wonder things about him, if he is a murderer, a freak, a pervert, just some mistake, something that should of died in the womb." he said with a soft but firm tone of voice, not even looking at the man as he spoke those words. He then turned to the man, and sighed, shaking his head.

"You think that I am a freak, that everyone that walks into this place is out to get you, and make your life a living hell, but you know what I say to that? You just gotta swim, and swim when it hurts. Swim for the music that saves you're not so sure you'll survive. People may not like you, or the things that you do but you just have to keep your head above" he said with a solemn sounding tone of voice. He then placed the gun in the man's hands, and went to looking around the store some more. He made his way over to the clothing, and looked through it, examining each piece of it.

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The man just shook his head with a sigh, and looked around some more, and then walked over to the jewelry section, and looked around in it some more. His interest was not peeked until he saw a pair of dog-tags and his eyes widened. "Hey, could you come open the case, I want to see these dog-tags, might want to buy them too" he said with a interested tone. He didn't know who they belonged to, but they have to of belonged to a soldier of sorts, so that made him curious.

He wondered what kind of soldier they belonged to, and if the solider had died in combat, or had to sell the tags for money, even if it was a little bit of cash, the money still mattered. If he did buy these dog-tags he would take great care of them, he would treat them with respect as he would with the gun. He just hoped that whoever they belonged to, living or dead was glad that he would be buying them, and making sure that they never got mistreated.

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Mose picked up the dog tags and walked over to the counter, placing them down in front of Harold, and he looked up at the man, his one eye showing, one could wonder if there was even another eye under those bandages, and if so, what color it was. Mose could feel his anger rising, as he knew, just that feeling that people get sometimes when someone is thinking or saying things in the negative about the individual. He took a deep breath, trying to calm down.

"I think I'll just have those two" he said with a quiet tone, and stumbled a little, his injury making him do so, as it was a head injury. He looked at Harold, his anger rising again, "You know, it's not kind to be rude to the customers you have, you have done nothing but insult me since I got here, even without actually saying things, I like the things I like, and you can just deal with it, I am not hurting anyone with my hobbies am I?" he asked, his mouth forming into a angry snarl.

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[color=olive]The comment about other's like him got him a little more pissed off, "Other's like me.........real smart there asshole, other's like me, there aren't other's like me, I am my own god damn person, with interests and traits. Just like you, whose traits are being pissed off at the world and being a brash, full of himself, ignorant piece of shit!" he roared at Harold, and looked around again. His eyes narrowed as he heard the comment about dust in the wind, and he turned back around slowly, his light green eye now a glowing green, and he shook his head. "Just dust in the wind.......and how are you different, just a speck that can be wiped away, or a tree that can be burnt down, that little piece of wood in a fire...." he said with a snarl, and shook his head again. "Just a fucking piece of wood, that can be burnt to nothing!" he roared with ferocity that would make even Harold shudder from the sheer force behind it. Harold would then start to feel the whole atmosphere get warmer, much warmer, and then hot. He would start to sweat greatly, and then Mose looked at Harold, his glowing green eye glowing even brightly, enough to hurt the man's eyes.

Suddenly, the whole entire thrift shop burst into flames, the jewelry turning into melted pieces of slag, and the clothing burning clean to a speck. Mose then opened his mouth, his tone filled with pure anger and rage, "Do you have any idea what it feels like to be able to do this!? To destroy everything you touch, and not be able to leave a room that is literally built to contain you, to build that room yourself because you know that it will be for the benefit of the world, and you would be putting yourself in a cage!" he then put his hand out and a large burst of flame shot out of it towards the managers office, and nothing happened for a second before the whole office exploded into flames, shards of glass and debris flying out. He roared loudly, the scream filled with pure anguish and rage, and he looked at Harol

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Mose just looked at Harold, his angry look now filled with regret as he watched him go, and he just stood there, the building falling down around him. He knew that the fire wouldn't kill him, but he didn't feel like leaving it either, it may be the cause of everything, of him losing his arm, and his life being ruined, but it was the only constant in his life, even that sad amount of comfort was enough. Just enough for him.......

"You know I never wanted this to happen.......I just killed someone......" he said quietly, and looked down, his look filled with sorrow, sorrow that had existed in the man's body for a long time, and it would for as long as he existed, as long as his being persisted to be alive in this plane, he would not know happiness, nothing else that would comfort him.

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Mose just sat down in the middle of the blaze, and sighed, shaking his head slowly as he went over his thoughts. "Not like it will harm me......" he said with a sorrowful, quiet tone. He looked over at the managers office and a tear ran down his face, "I'm sorry I killed you" he said quietly, he did not intend to harm anyone but did just that.

He started to hear someone trying to get back into the building and he chuckled weakly, "You aren't going to be able to get in here you know! The whole damn place is on fire" he said with a quiet tone after, and looked over to the bag that had his things in it. He went over, grabbing the gun and the holster, and putting it on his belt, and the dog-tags on his neck, he then started making his way towards the back, to get out of the building.

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Mose turned around as he felt the hand on his shoulder and he shook his head, "Just get the hell out of here before this place becomes literal hell, I already killed one person, I don't want to indirectly cause another death" he said with a quiet tone, and then shoved Harold out of the window, the entrance collapsing after Harold went through the window. There was no way, that Harold could see, that Mose could get out of, but maybe Mose wanted it that way.

He sat down in the middle of the shop again, and closed his eyes, "If the spirit of the manager is still here, I am sorry for what happened to you, and I wish I could reverse time and undo my actions, your store is gone but it will be remembered" he said with a solemn tone. "I guess I know why I don't go out of my fireproof room, and out of that always wet suit, that spaceman suit, it stops the fire, and negates my powers, I need to get back to it" he said with a quiet tone, and then looked down. "Guess I should burn through the floor, get back to my place" he added.

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The door to the bar opened slowly and a figure stumbled inside, and looked around slowly, his dog-tags swinging back and fro as he moved inside the establishment, and he sighed, shaking his head as he looked about the patrons of the bar. He did not want to hurt more, especially after he had killed that innocent store owner when he was in rage. He moved through the bar slowly, avoiding other patrons of the place, as he didn't want to accidentally rile a drunken one and end up with a fight on his hands.....and blood on his person.

He then made his way to a booth near the back, sitting down carefully, making sure not to bump his head on anything, as it was already injured enough to where the slightest touch would cause it to bleed more. He did not want to go to a hospital because of fear that something would trigger another episode, and more people would die. He just hoped that he was forgiven for what he had done today, and in his past.

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The one armed man turned his gaze to Perro, and sighed, looking down as he felt his regret creepy back in very quickly. He touched his head carefully, rubbing it with a smooth motion. He didn't know when his head would get better but he hoped it did, but he knew that not going to a hospital wouldn't help. He looked down at his dog tags and smiled, holding them in his hands and he sighed. He looked over at Perro again, his curiosity raising, as he inspected him. He then looked at his nub, and frowned, a small tear running down his face as he remembered the memory.

He was sitting in his room, and was looking around, as he was just having one of those moments and his mother made her way into his room, having an angry look on her face. "Mose! Why haven't you been doing good in school, been drawing, and ignoring your school work, why can't you be like Abraham, be a good student and be a good son!" she yelled and slammed her fist into his chest, and he winced, his eyes full of pain. "You are not my son, you are just a result of a mistake! You should of been killed in the womb, and flushed out like filth!" she added, and his anger rose, and he screamed, the room becoming hotter and he looked at his arm, and screamed. The arm was on fire, and the flesh was burning away quickly, bubbling. He could soon see through the bone, and he looked at his mother, anger in his eyes.

"Is this what you wanted mother!? To see your son in pain!" he yelled, and suddenly his mind came back to the present, and he was sitting there, his eyes wide, and full of tears.

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Mose breathed in deeply, his eyes closing as he rested on the floor in the middle of the room. He was in the room near the back of his place that he had built, with the apartment complex's owners permission, as he basically bought the apartment he was in from the owner. The room was coated in a liquid, a gel of sorts that smelled like roses, and protected against any forms of fire, so it was perfect for the Pyrokinetic. He was in a suit, that oddly looked like a chemical protection suit. He wore this to prevent himself from lighting anything on fire, taking every type of precaution.

He also came to this room to think about things, and if not in the suit, let him use his fire skills, and be able to do it without burning anything down. The room was also soundproof. He heard a knock, as he had an intercom of sorts in his room, and then removed his suit, his tank top and usual outfit under. He then opened the door, the outside looking like a normal door, and locked it behind him. He then made his way down the hallway, unlocking and opening the door. His feet on the cold hard ground of his industrial looking place. He looked at the woman and smiled, "Wow....thank you, no one's ever brought me anything since I've been here" he said with a joyful tone, his smile actually very warming, and would make people feel good.

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Mose felt a little jump in his heart as he heard the words about her thinking he might be hungry, no one ever really gave a concern about him, and that made him a little happy, perhaps taking him away from his troubles, and he gently grabbed the crock-pot, leading her inside. He gently set it down on the table, and then pointed to a chair.

"Just didn't want to make you stand there and carry it, seemed rude of me after having such a lovely lady offer me food, carrot stew sounds very delicious" he said with a ecstatic tone, and then sat across at the table, and gently put some of the stew into a bowl, placing it front of her, and then doing the same for himself. He was immersed in the food before remembering his manners, "Oh! I'm Mose, Mose Withrow" he said with a smile, his right eye was the only one showing at the moment because of the bandages on his head. He started to eat the stew and quickly smiled more, "Wow, that's really good......you are a great cook".

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Mose smiled as he continued to eat the stew, and then listened to her words, and stopped eating, and looked up at her, just running over the name in his head, taking apart the syllables slowly, and then reforming the word, examining each piece like a puzzle, and putting it together. It was a lovely name, one that he had not heard before but now that he did, he was glad. He adjusted the dog-tags around his neck a little before looking back up at her.

"That is a very beautiful name, Yuno Ephraim Zenobia" he repeated with precision on her name, sounding out the name as if she was speaking it, with exact pronunciation, and syllables. He was skilled at saying difficult sounding words or names, and he was proud of that. He said it again, just to get it in his mind, and the smiled at her. "You are a great chef, as I said before, haven't had something this good in a very long time, and it is a welcome change" he said with a warm tone, and continued to smile at her. A few minutes later, he picked up the spoon and continued to eat the stew.

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Mose took a deep breath, and opened his right eye, and then pushed his way into the bar, looking around with a curious look on his face. He then strode to the counter, and sat on a stool. The young man's head was covered in a bandage that was bloody, and only one eye showed. A light green eye, that showed how tired the man was. The most interesting feature was his one arm, and where the other one should be, was just a nub. It has scarring as if it was burned, which was interesting.

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Mose's gaze turned to Margot as soon as he heard the question asked, and he turned around a little, facing the individual, "Bad accident, my arm was badly burned, down to the bone and had to be amputated" he said with a sad tone, but then smiled a little at the patron. "The name's Mose" he said with a friendly, and warm tone to his voice.

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Mose quickly observed the clawed hand, taking in it's features with a curious look on his face, and then he put out his hand, and gently shook the clawed hand of Margot. "Pleasure to meet you Margot" he said, pronouncing it as Margot did, and he shrugged. "Gives me a story to talk about, so I have learned to deal with it, and I appreciate what you said, it means something" he said with a warm tone.

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Mose nodded his head, and then raised a brow, chuckling, "Fetish........films? That's an odd venture......and thank you for the compliment though" he said with a grin, and then listened to what else Margot had to say, "I do have medical expenses......" he said quietly, sighing.

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Mose nodded his head, "Sorry if that sounded rude though..........I will think about it, I appreciate you giving me the idea" he said with a quiet tone, "I didn't think people liked me........I think I am a freak sometimes....just you know, that feeling you get sometimes, when you are different."

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Mose smiled, and then nodded his head, "True true.....hey since you have been giving me advice, how about I return the favor and buy the rest of your drinks for the night?" he asked with a grin, and then adjusted the dog-tags around his neck a little. He quietly observed the other patron entering the bar.

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Mose looked over at Ginger Root and shrugged, "Sounds good" he said and then looked over at Margot again, and smiled, "Stalkers eh? Perhaps you could hire a Pyrokinetic to be a guard of sorts.....which is me" he said with a wide grin, getting up, and then walking over to Margot.

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Mose smiled and took the card, looking at it as he heard the pretty comment and he blushed just a little. He put the card gently in his pocket after examining the words on it. He then sighed, "He isn't that bad looking......".

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