┊
┊
┊
┊
┊
┊
Theme Song:
♪The White Stripes - Seven Nation Army (Glitch Mob Remix)♪
Battle Theme:
♪Destroid - Annihilate♪
▐
▐
▐
▐
▐
▐
▐
▐
▐
▐
▐
▐
▐
▐
▐
▐
▐
▐
▐
▐
▐
▐
▐
▐
▐
▐
▐
▐
▐
▐
▐
▐
▐
▐
▐
▐
▐
▐
▐
▐
▐
▐
▐
▐
▐
▐
▐
▐
Griswald Cecil Altair
►Age◄
15
►Gender◄
Male
►Height◄
5'8"
►Weight◄
120lbs.
►Type◄
Gravitokinesis
►Physical Description◄
Griswald has always found that keeping himself in physically fit shape wasn't much of a task. His ability had many benefits on his body, from the compression of his spine, leading to better flexibility and athleticism, to the circulation of his blood, allotting him larger bursts of controlled stamina and stamina maintenance, allowing him to excel physically to prepare his body for the potential side effects of his kinesis. The blood in his body is prone to density fluctuation. The thinning of his blood causes severe muscle exhaustion and dizziness, as well as heavy flowing nosebleeds. When his blood thickens, he is more prone to heart failure, or clots in his brain that could cause severe damage. He also experiences variations of motion sickness depending on gravitational shifts, like the feeling just after getting off a rollercoaster.
Apart from his fitness, he does have a very distinguishing feature, his eyes. His pupils don't resemble any one color, rather a combination of deep shades, distorted and abstract, seemingly ever changing and mesmerizing to look at, should one be able to hold his gaze long enough
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
▓
|Athletic ☬ Calm ☬ Courageous ☬ Decisive ☬ Independent|
Growing up with his older brother Dashure had always given him a different outlook on life. From as far back as he can remember he had watched helplessly as the Aero genetics slowly consumed his brother's life. He remembered it had always made him feel guilty for being gifted with his own ability. He swore early on that he would take care of his brother, and be as strong as he needed to be for the both of them. For most of their childhood, he and his brother were thick as thieves, though his ability made him sick, he had always managed to remain positive and give his little brother the confidence one requires from an older sibling.
When he was 11, his brother began to grow distant, something began to haunt him, and it drew him away from the normality. He thought for sure his brother had come to hate him, to hold some sort of grudge because of his ability. This only made him feel more of a desire to be the best he could. Though not cut off completely, the time he did spend away from his brother he engaged in physical activity, running, push-ups, etc. He practiced with his ability when he could, occasionally convincing his brother to take part, being able to resist the Aero ability quite well allowed Dashure to hold back less than he normally would, but he was always sure not to push him too hard.
Until he was 13, he had behaved rather normally, as far as normal was concerned in his community, and displayed little negative side effects from his half Aero genetics. Once while he was pressing his ability to a new limit by compacting a small car, the resulting fluctuation in gravitational pressure had caused him to have a minor heart attack. When his ability faltered, and with immediate medical attention he was brought back to a stable condition. This was the first time he had ever experienced a downside to his ability, the first time he tasted failure, and saw the consequences.
Shortly after he had turned 14, he began having a recurring nightmare, the details of which have only been discussed with his brother. For the first month after the dream began, it would cause him to lose control of his ability, waking up with his bed suspended midway to the ceiling, and his nightstand drifting throughout the room. Shortly after that, nights he had the dream would cause the gravity to intensify, and he would wake with his bed bowed nearly to the floor, cracking under pressure.
Now 15, he is still tortured by the same dream, but suffers fewer side effects the more he harnesses his ability. He tries to remain close to his brother, and give him confidence in any way possible, not willing to let him give up himself. Lately Dashure has been acting even more unlike himself then ever, measuring people's worth and shutting himself in. This has given him more time to focus on his ability. Though he dislikes spending time with the doctors, he finds himself submitting more and more to their tests, not for their sake, but to further improve himself.
✽
✽
✽
✽
✽
✽
✽
✽
✽
✽
✽
✽
✽
✽
✽
✽
✽
✽
✽
✽
✽
✽
✽
+ Classical Music
+ Being physically fit
+ Being around his brother
+ Training his ability
►Dislikes◄
- Long periods of silence
- People who look down on others
- Spicy foods
- Spending time with the doctors
►Fears◄
☠ Losing his brother
☠ Losing control of his ability
❣
❣
❣
❣
❣
❣
❣
❣
❣
❣
❣
❣
❣
❣
❣
❣
❣
❣
❣
The limitations of this ability have yet to be determined, for Griswald is the first Gravo Alloy to have existed, so progress only goes as far as he has. To his knowledge he can use his ability to shift the gravity around himself, giving him the ability to either glide gently or stand firm. He is also able to focus the change of gravity on specific targets, the most thus far being 2, ranging from lifting them off the ground, to compromising their structural integrity by intensifying the gravity. He is currently undergoing training in order to effect multiple objects with multiple variations of gravity simultaneously.
Sample post:
Cold. It was always the first feeling that washed over him when the dream began. His vision hazy, it slowly came back into view, like coming up from underwater with your eyes open. He was on his hands and knees, clutching the cool grass on the ground, his chest heaving in an attempt to catch his breath. It was night time, the moonlight casting a dim glow on the opening as he gazed around. It was hard to make out everything that was in the clearing, but to his left and right he could see he was flanked by armed guards. Further ahead of him he could see a yellow school bus, and another thing next to it, he couldn't tell what, it just seemed like a large dark sphere.
"Very good, Griswald.." a voice began, sending a familiar twinge of anxiety down his spine. He tried to meet the gaze of the man speaking to him, but he could only see darkness. "Please...I want to go home. I'm tired." he choked out, his throat painfully dry and his voice hoarse, had he been yelling? "One more, one more and you can go home. The bus Griswald, if you would."
Forcing himself to stand, it felt like his arms and legs were asleep, weighing him down like anchors as he struggled to his feet. His eyes strained in the dark, his hand shook wearily as he held it out in front of him, feeling for the bus that rested a few yards away. Attempting to swallow dryly, he felt his ability grip the outline of the bus, he could almost feel the cold touch of the metal. A strain shot through his head, bouncing between his temples as he willed the gravity around the bus to increase. The silence of the night was torn by the guttural screech of steel as the bus began to collapse under it's own accumulating weight.
He could feel his chest tighten, and it made him wince, loosening his grip on the bus. "I..I can't..the power..it's hurting me.." He felt a strong hand grip his shoulder. "This isn't a request Griswald, destroy..the bus!" The voice was rough and demanding, and the hand shoved him forward. As he stumbled to avoid falling, his face twisted from a scared stare to an angry scowl. He shot both hands forward, latching his power onto the bus, the grind of metal on metal sounding as the roof collapsed. He felt his power surging in his blood, but soon it became more than he had felt before. Adrenaline coursed into him, his ears felt like they were going to burst with pressure, his core tightening uncomfortably. Without his willing it to, the bus collapsed, the extra gravity causing a large crack in the ground on both sides of the bus. As the power grew, the cracks began to spread in a circle, closer to where he was standing. He could feel the ground losing it's integrity, the earth coming loose beneath his feet. His body heaved and he arched backward, letting a howl of pain fly into the air.
Suddenly, a small sphere came into view, just above his chest, he couldn't move, but he could still feel the power exploding through his body, making his limbs feel like they were on fire. The sphere was dark, darker even than the night sky surrounding it, as if no light came from it at all, darkness itself. A warmth trickled down his cheeks as he began to bleed from his eyes and nose, struggling for air and to regain control of his body. As the sphere grew, now the size of a golf ball, it emitted a low hum of energy, seemingly drawing all things toward it, though nothing had noticeably moved.
"Shoot him! Shoot him you fools, he'll cause an event horizon! Shoot him!" The voice rang over the hum from the sphere, frantic, worried. Then all was dark,and numb.