Name: Jonathan Moore.
Alias: Pack Rat or just Rat for quickness
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Threat: Minimal Threat
Known Affiliations: Stray
Appearance:
Despite the difficult times, Jonathan's long brown hair is usually quite tidy and decently cut. Due to where he lives in New Boston, keeping his hair, and body, clean all of the time is a tough challenge, but one thing he is determined to maintain is his dental hygiene. From the little that he could find while searching New Boston, he found enough to keep an average level of dental hygiene. His clothes however are a different matter. Jonathan has hazel eyes and surprisingly tanned skin. Always tall for his age, he stands at 6' 3", but he is a little thin due to a rather bad diet. He has tried to stay in good physical condition over the years and because of this has some muscle to him, though he is better at using an opponents strength against them than his own strength. When seen on his own, those who know him have noted he typically has a sad and worried expression, but he can change this quickly. He has a warm smile and a kind face, the look of someone trustworthy and honest which he uses when needed.
He tends to wear very similar clothes, mostly due to his lack of variety, but always has the same trench coat, messenger bag and work boots. Not much can be said for the condition of these clothes however. Preferring to blend in, his coat and boots are dark brown, and his bag is black. The bag is old, worn and fraying at the edges. There are several areas of damage, and many signs of repair. But its a survivor. The coat is is in better condition, but has seen better days. On his left shoulder, he has a group of large scars from a disagreement with a fellow psi that ended badly. There is also a scar down his right palm from when he was a child and grabbed hold of a kitchen knife.
Criminal Record: Theft, failure to register and assault (in self-defence).
Equipment Proficiencies: Basic electronics, some practice with cudgel weapons (improvised batons essentially) and is particularly skilled at making improvised weapons, but lacks skill using them.
Skills: Above average lockpicking, decent climbing skills, some tactical skills, he's a natural leader, basic fighting skills, a photographic memory, some first aid and is exceptionally skilled at cooking. He also has some knowledge of electronics and repairs for both small electronic devices and clothing. Good at making improvised weapons, has a decent aim and is quick on the draw (particularly with his powers).
Psi Level: 4
Known Abilities: Molecular Control - Primarily concerned with molecular speed, he can speed up and slow down molecules He uses this ability through his hands by putting up his hands up and opening them flicking his fingers out.
-Molecular Deceleration: He can slow down molecules in the area around him, slowing down any object in his range though he has to concentrate on only slowing them down and not immobilising them. The molecular complexity of an object and an object's speed (including humans and psi) determines for how long this effect will remain active on the object. It is generally an area effect, but he can target single objects or areas. This power remains even after he has left the area if the ability still has time remaining.
-Molecular Immobilisation: An advanced form of Molecular Deceleration, although this ability came first and is easier to use, Jonathan can slow down molecules within an area to the point of "freezing". He slows down everything within his range to the point here it looks as if it has stopped moving. An object's (including human and psi) complexity and speed determines how well this ability will work. Due to their complexity, it has a weaker form on some humans, though generally "freezes" most, but has little to no effect on Psi. Reavers are also completely unaffected. Occasionally, depending on the objects frozen, he can cancel the momentum of the object so that when the effect of the ability runs out the object will simply fall to the ground where it had stopped. Again, this power remains after he has left the area.
-Molecular Acceleration: Not only can he slow down molecules, but he can speed them up, though this ability takes concentration to speed up the molecules only to the point of ignition or melting, and not combustion. This is a weaker form of the ability but can be used for more uses. With this ability he can speed up molecules until they lose cohesiveness and the object essentially melts, or to start fires. This ability is primarily offensive and as such is a targeted effect ability.
-Molecular Combustion: An advanced form of Molecular Acceleration, he can speed up molecules to the point of combustion and shattering. As with Immobilisation, he gained this ability before its weaker form, and comes naturally when he uses his abilities without much thought. Similar to Acceleration, it is a targeted affect ability that also works on humans and psi. The extent of the damage to humans and psi varies depending on many factors, though primarily molecular complexity. Higher level Psi are harder to hurt, but serious burns and damaging to the area hit will still occur (though he has never tried against a level six or seven). for humans, it can do anything from severe burns and serious damage to the area affected all the way to lethal strikes. Once again, there is little affect against Reavers who are just far too complicated and unstable for Jonathan's ability.
-Limitations: For Molecular Acceleration/Combustion, and the targeted aspect mostly of Deceleration/immobilisation, he must not only see his target, but must be able to use the hand gesture that he uses for his ability. If he can't see the target, or if they move out of the way, his power will hit the next thing directly where he had aimed. If his hands are bound, he cannot use his power.
Not so much a limitation, but he is not immune to the shrapnel and debris created from his combustion power, nor the flames of acceleration. Nor is he immune to his own acceleration/combustion power (but he is immune to deceleration/immobilisation).
Personality: While cautious, Jonathan's curiosity can often overrule this smart way of thinking. A natural born leader, Jonathan will take charge if the situation calls for it and there is no one more willing for the position. If he feels something is not going as it should, or a situation is unfair on one side, he may enter into whatever it may be to help move it along or keep it fair on both sides. Jonathan tries to view everything objectively as best he can, but has been known to have his selfish moments. He is sharp minded and intelligent, often remembering facts that other have long forgotten. Along with all of this, he can be kind and compassionate, though he has trouble trusting people.
A major flaw of his personality is that he can occasionally be a little naive concerning his views of people. Stubborn to a fault, if he knows he is right, he will not back down. These, and his sarcastic tendencies, often push people away. Jonathan also has a fiery temper, but it usually is mostly controlled. Despite all of this, Jonathan is trustworthy, mostly honest and hard working which he uses to gather information on his required subject.
Role in story: For several months he has been making his way through the tunnels of New Boston in search of the Priory of the Free Mind, getting further and further in each day. While he would prefer for the world to find some peaceful way to come to terms with the Psi and accept them, he knows that he will have to fight those who will never see reason. Most of his time is spent in the tunnels. While it is to find some indication that the rumours floating around about the Priory are true, he also uses the tunnels to stay out of the way of the Blues who are looking for him.
History: Born in Seven Oaks, Texas to David Moore and Olivia Moore (nee. Hart), Jonathan Moore, the youngest of three, had a twin sister who didn't survive the birth. Jonathan also faced some complications during, and after, the birth that kept him in hospital for several weeks, but he recovered quickly. The death of his sister had a huge impact in his family and was the key reason behind the split of his parents. Within a year of his birth, his mother and father had divorced. In the court case that followed, Jonathan's mother won custody of all the children - Jonathan, Sam and Chris. The next two years consisted of long hours working and unpaid bills. Sam dropped out of school to support his family while Chris remained.
The day of the Dawning destroyed Jonathan Moore's family. Jonathan was three when his brother, Chris, who had been at college in England became a fallen star. The whereabouts of Samuel Moore is still unknown. Having just barely survived the Dawning, Jonathan's mother took him to the nearest place of safety and chaos ensued. People were disappearing around them, being dragged away at night, never to be seen again. Death walked the streets and most answered his call. Despite the madness and destruction, Olivia and Jonathan lived. Their life was not comfortable or fun, but they lived. When the registration system was put in place, they went into hiding as best they could. Olivia had become paranoid and mad from her experiences of the Dawning and losing her two sons.
The next few years until Jonathan reached puberty they spent on the move, never settling for too long. They moved constantly around the few safe cities they could find. When he finally came into his abilities by freezing a street outside his mother smacked his across the face and yelled at him, pleaded, screamed, begged for him to never again use his abilities. Every time he broke this promise he made she would smack him again and again and force him to make the same promise. When his combustion ability nearly revealed their location to the rent-a-cops, she dragged him away to a new place to stay and beat him again. He was 14 when he finally fought back. She came to hit him but he blasted her back. He warned her that if she ever raised a hand to him again, he would do much worse. She never hit him again from then, but found other little ways to hurt him.
He lost his mother a year later. The madness had become too much for her to handle, and so, while Jonathan slept, she took off into the night and he hasn't seen her since. For the first few weeks he was lost. He had come to rely on his mother to keep him safe for far too long and now he had no clue how to survive in this harsh existence. Eventually, after much trial and error, he picked up on the running of the city. For over two years his life was uneventful. Difficult, with danger all around, but comparatively uneventful. The next big thing to happen in his life was when he was 17, a man pulled him aside with a knife to his throat. His intentions were to freeze the man the first chance he got and run, but it was not going to be that easy. The man pulled his knife back to stab Jonathan and, in a panic, he raised his hands to use his abilities. He only just hit the man by because of the restriction of his hand movement space but it was enough for him to be reported to Psi-CON.
The next year was spent staying out of the way of Psi-CON. They considered him a low threat, an he preferred it that way. When he arrived in New Boston, following the tradition of his mother of moving from place to place, he decided to stay for as long as he could manage. Before long, whispers of a rebellion group made up of Psi and their supports reached him. It wasn't the first he had heard of the Priory of the Free Mind either. He toyed with the idea of going to find them for a week or two before finding out information about them and their sewer system maze. He had wanted to help in gaining Psi their rightful place in the world for years, and this was his chance to do it. He gathered his supplies and began searching the tunnels every day since then for not only the Priory but anything he can scavenge for himself.
RP Sample: With every step a dull thud echoed off the cold stone walls around him. The distant drumming of dripping water filled his mind and pushed him on. Jonathan closed his eyes in an attempt to recall the plans he had made of the sewer systems he now traversed. Right, left, left, right, straight, right, straight then... Jonathan stopped in his tracks. Beads of sweat began to form as he once again went through the plan in his mind. Panic rushed through his body. Had he made a wrong turn? He was sure that this was the wrong way. The teen looked back. Darkness obscured his view of the way had had just come. A frown creased his brow. Jonathan turned from the taunting shadows, shook his head and took a deep breath. 'These sewers are just making me paranoid,' he thought to himself with another lungful of air. He ran his fingers through his hair before opening his tattered bag and removing the hand drawn map. He'd put it into his messenger bag that morning in case he got lost again.
Taking a moment to get his bearings, Jonathan went through the map in his head and followed it on the scribbled lines in front of him. When the journey he had taken reached where he should be on the map, he breathed a sigh of relief and gave a quiet chuckle to himself. shaking his head, he replaced the map and continued on through the winding passages. Without his map, Jonathan would have become lost in the labyrinth of the tunnel system. His first few times down there, chasing the whispered rumours of a Psi rebellion group, had been exhilarating. Even when he had become lost. Although, the ever present fear of a Priory Psi appearing out of nowhere to murder him for looking into them remained at the edge of his mind taunting him.
Several more turns brought him to his first piece of good news all day. Half concealed in the the smothering darkness stood a sturdy door. The hinges showed no sign of deterioration and it generally looked near immaculate, albeit filthy and disgusting. He grinned broadly and reached for the handle. Something was telling that it would be locked, that he would never see the wonders hidden behind it, but a spark of hope burned hot within and drove his hand further. Twisting the handle, he pushed. The spark flickered out. Giving a quiet groan, Jonathan rammed his shoulder into it. The solid door barely reacted to his attempts.
The teen stepped back from the door and sighed. He knew what he would need to do, but the sound would alert anyone close enough to hear that he was here breaking into whatever he could find. Deciding to take that chance, he stepped forwards again. Biting his lips, Jonathan quickly looked over his should, his old companion - paranoia - making him even more nervous. Seeing no one, and nothing, Jonathan turned his eyes to the handle and lock, lifted his hands and threw them forwards, opening his hands with a flick. A resounding crack, followed by a boom, echoed down the tunnels. He once again looked behind him, but the tunnels were still void of any and all life. An icy hand slithered down Jonathan's spine leaving chills in its wake. He entered the room.
Inside the room was a disappointment. He had encountered these kinds of things before, hidden storerooms and unused storage. The last three he had searched through were almost empty. He had barely been able to gather anything from it. Jonathan took one last quick look around the entire room before heading for the door. As he looked out into the tunnel system, he had to press a hand to his mouth to stifle a gasp before throwing himself back first against the wall beside the door. His heart threatened to burst from his chest. Just as dizziness began to wash over him he remembered to breathe. He pulled himself to the door and peered around the frame before pulling back instantly. Two figures were closing in on his location.
Jonathan took a moment to control his breathing and calm his pounding heart. His stomach was twisted and knotted into unnatural positions and threatened to spill its contents on the stone below. He cursed silently at his idiocy for not using the lockpicks inside his bag. Jonathan swallowed to wet his throat and straightened, readying his hand to stop them if needed. A deafening silence followed. It felt like hours were passing in the time it took for the figures to reach him. Distorted voices reached his hiding place, but it was several seconds before his brain could make sense of the words.
"...telling you I saw someone," whined one of the two. A harsh bark of a reply followed.
"A'right! Jesus!" Their footsteps drew closer. Jonathan couldn't tell if the pounding in his ear was the echo of their feet or the beating of his heart. "Don't go worrying, "Princess". Whoever it may be," he said with obvious scepticism, "they'll come quietly enough, one way or another."
"The hell I will," Jonathan said with venom before he could stop himself. His body stiffened. As the hurried footsteps drew closer Jonathan threw out his hand around the door and opened his hand to the two coming to get him. All noise slowed to a tranquil silence. He hesitated before stepping out to face the Stiffs he had just frozen. He breathed a sigh of relief that they were just regular Blues. He moved forwards and had to both turn and crouch to avoid bumping into them and cancelling his ability early. He held his breath as he passed mere centimetres from one.
Finally free of them, he began to walk away quickly when something caught his attention on one of the rent-a-cop's belts. He turned and stared at the object first with a confused frown, then with awe. Swallowing again, Jonathan began to reach forwards and carefully, ever so slowly, pulled the stun stick from its holder. Conscious of time, he considered leaving the other's, but chose to disarm him also. Jonathan walked backwards watching them like a hawk while he deposited the weapons into his bag. The first corner called to him, and he threw caution to the wind, charging down the stone sewer and to freedom.
Password: Deifier