Malcolm Friedland, from The Decider, a roleplay on RPG

If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything.

Name: Malcolm Troy Friedland
Nickname: Mal usually.
Age: 19
Birth date: July 11th
Sexuality: Straight
Camp: Maydon
Cabin: 3

Powers: Truth Inducement – Mal is not only capable of knowing when someone is telling the truth he can also force other to tell the truth if he susses out that they’re lying to him.
Weaknesses:
People who are very intelligent or possess strong minds are sometimes immune to his ability.
He can only guarantee that the person is telling the truth to the best of their ability. If Mal has no idea what the truth is then he’s incapable of recognizing it when he sees it.
As with most powers that require immense brain power and control he is no stranger to headaches and the like.

Likes:
+Blue
+British Bands
+Concerts
+Popcorn
+Cars
+Piano
+Old Books
+Sweaters
+Stupid Jokes
+Girls of all sorts, shapes and sizes
+Dancing
Dislikes:
+Insects
+Getting Dirty
+Being Pushed Around
+Being told his ability is useless
+Early mornings
+Losing his phone
+Sour Candy
+Dishonesty
+Romantic Comedies
+People taking themselves too seriously
+Stormy Weather

Fears: Crowds– The woods at dark. – His family never quite accepting who he is and what he can do.
Hobbies:
Mal has played the piano since he was seven years old. He’s quite accomplished and though he’s not talented enough to be a concert pianist he thoroughly enjoys it anyway.

Although Malcolm tends to hate being dirty he does love to work on his old car, he has lovingly named her Goldie due to her color, no one has ever accused Malcolm of having a stellar imagination. He will branch out and take a look at other mechanical devices if asked to do so though he’s not quite as clever when it doesn’t involve pistons and gears.

Thoughts: I like Maydon fine I suppose, although I wonder what it would be like attend Fairview. They don’t rank their campers and sometimes I think they might be better off for it.

Personality:
Malcolm is a person who operates on logic and tends to try and not let emotions rule him. Not to say he’s not an emotional person, he’s just very stiff upper lip and was raised to be a proper gentleman. He loves logic games, word games, basically anything that requires a bit of brain power and deduction. He thoroughly enjoys sussing things out for himself, figuring out the inner workings and the hows and whys of most things.

Being a very clever and bright boy he excels at school and actually enjoys it. Mal tends to be a bit on the nerdy side with his interests in computers, literature, physics and the law but he does his best to not project that sort of image. He does have this inherent desire to be seen as cooler than he is as most teenagers do and will often come off as a bit of a nervous, bumbling sort of person.

Mal does on occasion like to cut loose and have a bit of fun though he’s not what you’d call the adventurous type. He prefers to spend his time reading a good book, playing a video game or having a quiet drink at the pub with some of his friends who tend to be similar in mindset to Malcolm. He does try and flirt with a vast majority of girls and though while not often successful he doesn’t tend to have very strict standards for the girls he dates. All they need to be is genetically female and appreciate Battlestar Galactica.

History: Malcolm was born in Manchester, England nineteen years ago, the only child of two very overprotective, doting parents. His mother was a homemaker and his father an accountant and they provided quite the comfortable life for their one and only son. He was extremely spoiled especially by his mother but it didn’t seem to have an adverse affect on his personality. He was always a very dutiful and obedient boy although he tended to be a bit on the secretive side when it came to his parents. Mal was always the sort of boy who had a secret hiding place complete with comic books, action figures and as he grew older girlie magazines.

Mal never had many friends, being quite nervous and shy in his formative years and for a period of time his mother seemed to take over the role of best friend for the boy. As he became a teenager that came to an end for the most part although to this day, even though he lives on his own, his mother babies him by doing his wash, making his dinner and doing his shopping most of the time without his knowledge. Although he often feels smothered by her affection he loves his mother and appreciates what she does for him although she really doesn’t have to.

It was when he was twelve that his ability fully manifested, he’d been talking to Ian, a friend that he suspected of cheating on a test at school. Mal only suspected him because he’d gotten a lower score than his friend which never happened, and when Mal asked him he could immediately tell that Ian was lying to him. It was if he could see it all over him, the dilation of his blood vessels, the nervous flickering body movements, and the anxiety that surrounded Ian. Slightly freaked out he went home and did what he did best. Research

After much time researching what he could do, which was apparently being some sort of human lie detector, he confronted his parents. Of course they didn’t believe their son and thought his imagination was working overdrive even if he had never been a particularly imaginative boy. He forced his parents to take him seriously and convinced them to put him to the test. After months and months of trying to fool their son with various lies they finally admitted that perhaps there was something to this.

Although they weren’t exactly ashamed of their son’s ability they were definitely not telling any of their friends or talking about it as a family either. Mal started to feel a bit like an outsider or a freak and retreated further into his shell. When he was sixteen he finally found Maydon and showed his parents that he wasn’t the only one out there who was special. After his first year away at camp he has gained much needed control over his power and some semblance of self-esteem. Seeing how well their son did while he was away at camp convinced his parents that it was just the thing he needed and he’s attended every year since.

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#2013-08-09 12:20:59, as written by Issa

Lake Meadstone
The Amphitheatre
12.30 pm

Midday has passed and the campers from each side have just finished lunch. Many slowly wonder towards the amphitheatre, the meeting place for the beginning of the game. At 1pm the camp directors will begin by explaining the rules for the capture the flag. Maydon and Fairview might not get along, but the directors have made sure to set out a variety of rules to give the impression of cooperation. If those rules are actually followed, well that's another question.
Until then each camper has an opportunity to analyse their opponents. Or, alternatively, they might just want to have as much time to prepare themselves for the coming 'game'. Whatever they decide everyone must be at the amphitheatre in time and ready to begin the Decider.

Outfit
Nona Syborn sat at the back of the amphitheatre, halfway along the row. Her legs were cross and her elbows rested behind her as she reclined on the sloped grass. A small smirk played across her face as her eyes swept across the arriving students. Nona had made her way early to the amphitheatre, all the better to sort through the gifts of the campers from Fairview. She knew that there were strong powers in the other camp and the longer she had to assess what was what, the better her ability to replicate them. Of course it also let her assess more than just each camper's power.

Her smirk turned to an expression of disdain as a power on the edge of her range indicated an approaching camper. Emmy South wondered into the amphitheatre, her expression as empty and distracted as could be expected. Nona had never liked the girl, but she had to admit that Emmy's power of gravity manipulation was one she never passed a chance to replicate. Luckily Nona would soon have a vast range of gifts to pick from. She would wait until the games actually started too, all the better to lengthen the time she could replicate each gift. She had already decided that, Markson Maydon's, Maydon's director, power was one she would use in the game. Sure, she could only create blasts of wind and balls of flame so far, but give her a chance and she'd soon be able to manipulate all the elements like he could.

Nona's eyes scanned those present and those arriving, hoping to find someone she liked. Josh was always fun to flirt with and since he was in fairview she wasn't bored with him yet. Or perhaps she would amuse herself by playing with one of Maydon's shyest. Her eyes fell upon Noah Fenton, inhabitant of cabin three and currently fidgeting nervously as he waited for everyone to arrive. As if he sensed her gaze Noah frooze and Nona felt her interest slip away.

Outfit
Emmy was reading, the book currently held most of her attention and if it wasn't for the almost subconscious use of her powers she most likely would have fallen over long ago. She bit her lip as she flipped the page over and kept walking. She was aimed vaguely in the direction of the amphitheatre, it was almost time for the game to begin. But Emmy was determined to finish her book before that happened, which was why she was now walking and reading.

A set of steep stairs appeared in front of her. Instead of tripping and falling down them she simply continued walking in a straight line, her powers letting her float over the top of them. She really didn't even need to move her legs since she could basically make herself fly. She could just float to the amphitheatre if she wanted to really. A moment later she stopped, simultaneously realising that she was several feet above the stairs and coming to the end of her book. She closed the book with a satisfied thump and a moment later lowered herself to the ground. Then, leaving gravity to act naturally, she walked the rest of the way to the amphitheatre.

The area itself had once been used as the gathering place for when the camps were one, or at least that's what Augustus Axel one of the Fairview staff members had told her. Whatever it had once been, the amphitheatre was now used to stage the beginning and end of the annual grudge match between the two camps.

The stands were relatively empty at the moment. Emmy spotted Nona at the back, her eyes scanning the campers for someone to bully no doubt. Others were seated already and many were still to come. Emmy took a seat in the front row on the fairview side of the gathering. She rested her elbows on her knees and her chin in her hands and waited for the fun to begin.

Outfit
Noah was nervous. He disliked the thought of going into this 'game'. It would, undoubtedly, turn violent. He knew that there were grudges, he even had some of his own. But where he differed from some of the other campers was in his powers. His powers were only good for escaping. They weren't offensive at all. Others had the type of powers that could start wars.
Extreme sports, bungy jumping and so on were things he could handle. He loved those kind of challenges, but put him face to face with another person who was threatening him and Noah became slightly less than willing. Sure, he could basically escape any situation but he liked to think that that was also because he knew when to avoid them too.

Noah sat at the front, closest to the exit that led back to camp Maydon and his safe cabin. It was his habit to make sure he had a quick getaway. He could feel eyes on the back of his neck. Perhaps it was his powers or perhaps it was instinct, but he stopped fidgeting and soon felt the pressure vanish. Feeling relieved Noah stretched out his legs and glanced up at Mr Maydon, the director of his camp. He was a hard man who believed that a regimented camp was better than what went on at Fairview. Noah had never been too sure. He thought that Fairview always looked like a lot more fun for someone like him with a less powerful ability.

He shook his head, now was hardly the time to be thinking about what camp he preferred. He was about to fight them after all. Well avoid was the better way to put it. Perhaps he would be tasked with running avoidance, or holding the far flank. Just as long as it wasn't anything too central and in the action. There was usually some discussion amongst each camp over the plan of attack. Maydon's plan was usually centered around the campers from cabin one.

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