Lieu: Clinique Okada
Interagir avec: Jesse Callaghan


King flottait. Réveillez - vous, mais en même temps non, il est suspendu dans un air de blanc, se sentant beaucoup trop chaud et beaucoup trop détaché pour profiter de l'expérience. Sa tête ne faisait plus beaucoup de mal, sauf pour le soupir occasionnel du souvenir, et son corps se sentait couvert d'une variété d'oreillers invisibles, d'oreillers qui l'étouffaient dans un air réconfortant et lourd. Les analgésiques étaient magiques. Ils ont réussi à remplir son esprit avec assez de fluff pour même faire disparaître la chambre et le lit autour de lui en rien, le laissant coincé dans un endroit rose-blanc avec seulement le sentiment le plus faible de peur le tenir pesé dans le monde réel.
Flottant, flottant. Des bruits blancs, de la chaleur, des couleurs lointaines, des formes et des visages statiques et lointains. Statique, statique, pluie. Tonnerre, foudre, pluie, tempête, douleur. La foudre, un visage, le tonnerre, son visage.
C'est ce que j'ai dit.
Hé, tu es réveillé?
Les yeux du roi s'ouvrirent à la voix soudaine et aussitôt il gémit dans l'agonie, se branlant à une expression familière. La drogue pesait encore sur son esprit, le traîné dans un état de somnolence qui ne pouvait pas tout à fait l'ébranler complètement, et son regard demi-lit glissa paresseusement autour du visage de son visiteur. Les questions ont été avalées par des sentiments d'altitude, couverts par divers faux oreillers qui semblaient également enrober son corps, et son daze s'est exprimé honnêtement à travers son visage confus et groggy.
Le roi ne semblait pas remarquer le slur dans sa voix, au lieu de cela il a assumé sa question est passé à travers et il a essayé et n'a pas réussi à obtenir une expression plus quizical. Tilting sa tête a légèrement causé un léger inconfort, et il a laissé sortir un doux « tsk-y » comme la douleur rouge a momentanément revendiqué la blancheur floue de son esprit et de sa vision. Il essaya de nouveau, cependant, de tourner autant qu'il le pouvait jusqu'à ce qu'il fût en mesure de voir toute la figure debout sur lui. "Qui est là?" Il a demandé à nouveau, voix basse et grogne et mélangé avec la douleur et le grogginess.
C'est Jesse, espèce d'idiot.
Maintenant, Jesse ne prenait généralement pas plaisir dans le malheur des autres, mais la confusion éblouie si complètement apparente sur le visage du roi était suffisante pour obtenir de lui un snicker. Le type semblait être dans une forme aussi mauvaise qu'il l'était - sauf la mâchoire meurtrie, bien sûr - et de la façon dont il parlait, il était évident qu'ils l'avaient sous une véritable dose d'analgésiques et de sédatifs. Il était presque tenté d'arracher son téléphone, de capturer une vidéo de cette vue incroyable, mais il n'était pas vraiment un trou du cul. Peu importe combien un roi de bite pouvait être, il y avait encore une partie de Jesse qui compatissait avec lui, et hé, il était presque aussi mauvais que Logan. Au moins le premier ne ressentait pas le besoin de se casser le nez à chaque fois qu'il le regardait mal.
Glissant dans la chaise au chevet du roi, il lui a tiré un regard éblouissant, les yeux se rétrécissant. Qu'est-ce qu'il pensait, venir ici? Comment pouvait-il s'attendre à ce qu'il sache quoi que ce soit sur ce qui s'est passé? Dans son état actuel, King pouvait à peine fixer une phrase cohérente ensemble, et encore moins raconter les événements qui l'avaient mis ici. Il aurait mieux fait de s'appuyer sur les rumeurs de paper-mince qui circulaient à l'école.
Bien sûr, il pourrait se lever et partir. King ne semblait pas encore avoir retrouvé ses repères, et Jesse était prêt à parier que s'il partait en ce moment, l'autre craierait tout cela jusqu'à une hallucination induite par la drogue. Si rien d'autre, ça sauverait les deux une conversation vraiment, vraiment embarrassante, mais Jesse n'avait jamais été un pour faire les choses de la manière la plus facile, n'est-ce pas?
"Tu ressembles à de la merde, mec." Involontairement, les mots se sont renversés devant ses lèvres, bien qu'il n'y ait pas eu de vraie malice dans sa voix. Qu'est-ce qui s'est passé?
"Jesse"?" Les yeux du roi s'ébranlèrent et secouèrent un moment, mais finalement ses lèvres s'emparèrent d'un sourire coriace et familier. Jesse, c'est ça? C'est Callaghan? Comment est-ce qu'il pend, homo?Ses mots ont été rabougris et mesquinement éparpillés ensemble, lui faisant paraître plus comme un ivrogne qu'un adolescent, et son expression lu de satisfaction faible. Bien qu'il ne pouvait toujours pas se concentrer entièrement sur Jesse propre visage son esprit et les yeux a facilement réussi à ramasser sur le nuage de couleurs qui l'entourait, ses émotions, mais en regardant les sentiments vacillants a fait sa tête brûlée et l'estomac flip. C'était comme à la fête, tout s'était mélangé dans son esprit ivre, apparaissant psychédélique et sans forme et honnêtement c'était plutôt fatigant de se souvenir d'une telle expérience.
Jesse a juste roulé les yeux sur King. Comme c'est douloureux au collège. Peut-être il y a quelques années, il aurait été offensé par un tel commentaire, mais il aime penser qu'il a dépassé ça.
"J'ai l'air de merde, vraiment?"" King a porté ses lèvres comme le moindre soupçon de choc rempli sa voix. J'ai toujours chaud, n'est-ce pas? Tu mens comme un crétin, pas vrai? Il voulait bouger, peut-être lever la main pour taper son visage ou Jesse, mais son corps est resté stagnant et lourd grâce au poids dans son cerveau. Les lèvres se divisèrent dans une légère grimace tandis que ses sourcils sillonnaient ensemble, et la couleur de la frustration pourpre vint et traversa les vagues d'émotion au-dessus de lui. Il était fou, n'est-ce pas? Qu'est-ce que Jesse a déjà dit? Pensées enroulées dans son esprit comme brouillard, confus et illisible, et puis tout d'un coup, il était de retour à regarder vers le haut dans l'ignorance vide.
"Non, je suis sérieux." Jesse s'est penché, se penchant sur sa chaise, la bouche pressée dans un sourire serré. Vous avez l'air épouvantable. Juste le pire, vraiment.
Il n'allait pas mentir... c'était assez drôle, et s'il devait être honnête, il aimait beaucoup mieux King de cette façon. Bien sûr, s'il se laquait, il pouvait encore voir les restes d'une merde insupportable qui avait été laissée intacte par des sédatifs, mais c'était un fait indiscutable que le haut-en-fuck-King était beaucoup plus tolérable que le roi ordinaire.
Je ne peux pas te voir, King a essayé de tourner la tête à nouveau, mais une bouffée d'agonie a tordu son expression et l'a gardé immobile. Je ne peux pas te voir mais je suis sûr que tu as mauvaise mine. Étiez-vous à la fête~?- Les visages de Hazy sont apparus dans mon cerveau, les gens qu'il s'est souvenus d'hier soir, et Jesse n'était pas parmi eux. King ne se faisait pas vraiment confiance actuellement, mais sans attendre une réponse définitive, il s'avançait,
"Dude, genre, la nuit dernière était folle, hein? D-Drunk adolescents tous dans un seul endroit n'est jamais une bonne idée!.Il a mordu sa lèvre légèrement, la sueur se formant à son temple,...La tempête a été baisée – trop fort – et... Et- Dani Wells... Dani est mort? Le roi gémit, les yeux se ferment comme des vagues de rouge embrayés à son cœur et à sa tête. J'ai vu les émotions du meurtrier. Ils étaient jaune vif! Et j'ai été secoué. Je crois qu'il m'a frappé la tête, et un souvenir l'a tiré de ses mots, d'une couleur, d'une pâleur malade et d'une lueur éclatante dans l'obscurité boisée. King's bouche involontairement tiré dans un sourire sombre, un sourire qui le plus certainement ne lui appartenait pas. Un sourire qu'il avait poursuivi hier soir. Il secoua, trembla malgré la chaleur qui le retenait, et son expression tordue se concentra silencieusement sur la figure assise à côté de lui.
Jesse a froncé, sourcilé. Une partie de son amusement a disparu, laissant place à l'inquiétude et à la confusion, surtout quand King a barré ses dents dans un sourire déconcertant. Ce qu'il a dit était à peine cohérent - un bourdonnement brisé de faits et de questions - juste ce qu'il voulait dire en voyant les émotions du meurtrier? Était-il également affecté par l'éclipse? Tout cela était-il lié d'une façon ou d'une autre? Les souvenirs brouillés du roi d'hier soir semblaient susciter plus de questions que de réponses, et Jesse s'approchait de lui avec un sérieux curieux.
Murderer? Quel meurtrier? Qu'est-ce qui est arrivé à Dani? » Il avait probablement l'air aussi confus qu'il le ressentait, même s'il regrettait de poser dès que la série de questions s'écoulait au-delà de ses lèvres. King était assez agité, et peu importe à quel point il n'aimait pas le gars, l'envoyer dans le coma provoqué par le stress qu'il semblait être à environ deux secondes d'ici ne semblait pas être une bonne idée. Pourtant, Jesse ne pouvait pas aider à serrer dans une dernière question avant qu'il n'ait à faire une escapade rapide. Peut-être que King serait assez lucide pour mettre en place une phrase cohérente après qu'il eut quelque chose à manger, mais d'ici là, il aurait obtenu des réponses de quelqu'un un peu plus agréable. Tu pouvais... voir ses émotions? Comme une aura, ou quelque chose comme ça?
Le sourire du roi s'est effondré, s'est ébranlé, puis s'est évanoui comme ses sourcils tricotés dans une expression inquiète qui copiait presque exactement Jesse. Les oranges vives et les pourpres entourant le garçon étaient déjà assez pour lui faire oublier son dernier souvenir hideux de joie-inducteur, mais aussi ils ont obscurci son jugement. Les yeux du roi s'éveillèrent avec une inquiétude qui ne lui appartenait pas, et sa tête se jeta pour s'appuyer sur l'oreiller sous lui.
Emotions – Callaghan, qu'est-ce qui t'inquiète? Moi?. Un ronflement confus et tordu s'est glissé dans l'air, saturé de toutes les autres émotions qui se glissent dans le subconscient du roi. Presley a dit que j'étais un Empath? Lors de la réunion, nerd meeting. Astronoooo–-Ses yeux se ferment après un moment, un regard de regret traversant son visage pâle.
Les quelques souvenirs clairs qu'il avait depuis lundi ont été cousus ensemble en désordre, mais à travers cela tout ce qu'il savait pour un fait Jesse n'avait pas été à la réunion. Qu'est-ce que Darling a dit? Ou la Lune? La peau sur son front se pulvérise avec concentration, une action qui, à son tour, provoqua plus de sueurs et de gouttes de la base de ses cheveux, et ses lèvres se retirèrent dans une autre grimace douloureuse.
Ne dites pas... Quelqu'un sans pouvoirs?Le roi a réagi avant que son esprit ne le fasse, et ses yeux s'ouvrirent pour regarder s'égarer à Jesse. C'est vrai. Tu ne devrais pas savoir. Mais je vous l'ai dit? Sa voix s'est effondrée soudainement, et ses yeux se sont rétrécis alors qu'il sentait littéralement une partie de l'altitude dans son cerveau s'estomper pour révéler l'agonie qu'il avait réussi à ignorer. Sa respiration a légèrement touché, pris dans sa gorge et pompé sa poitrine, et King a griffé ses dents dans l'ennui au nouveau trouvé conscience dans son esprit.
Jesse aurait fait un crack sur la façon dont il devrait juste garder sa bouche fermée, s'il avait si peur que les gens le découvrent, mais il était beaucoup trop préoccupé par ce que King a dit de le faire. C'était vraiment vrai? L'éclipse leur avait donné des pouvoirs? Cela ressemblait à quelque chose de direct d'un jeune roman adulte, et il ne donnerait même pas à tout cela une seconde pensée si ce n'était pas pour ce qui s'est passé avec Logan. Les gens au hasard hors des rues, ont accordé des pouvoirs surnaturels par un phénomène cosmique étrange, tout cela s'est ajouté à une recette de désastre. Si tout cela s'est avéré vrai... il a frémi à penser aux conséquences.
Est-ce que j'ai beaucoup dit?Le roi s'est retourné la tête en pressant l'arrière dans l'oreiller jusqu'à ce qu'il ressente une pression inconfortable sur sa blessure. Ne répétez pas... calmez-vous, vous êtes curieux... confus et inquiet. Orange, bleu, violet. Il était jaune, joyeux, Rachel Lewis–-Sa voix s'est effondrée dans des murmures discohérents, des yeux mi-lissés et orageux. Les analgésiques étaient plus faibles, prouvés par la crue qu'il ressentait de sa commotion, mais pour une raison quelconque son esprit se sentait encore plein de coton et de nuages, et chaque pensée était balayée dans une tempête qui brassait à la base de son front. Murderer... toujours là-bas...
Tu devrais probablement arrêter de parler.Jesse murmurait, un peu à moitié, les lèvres minces poussant dans une ligne encore plus mince. L'explication du roi pourrait avoir été brouillée - confuse, même - mais elle a fait la lumière sur l'ensemble de la situation. D'après sa description des événements de la nuit dernière, il était clair qu'il y en avait d'autres comme lui là-bas, et ils étaient déjà réunis pour essayer de comprendre les choses. Ce n'était pas encore une piste concrète, bien sûr, mais pour l'instant, il semblait que c'était tout ce qu'il pourrait sortir de King. Jesse était cependant en mesure de choisir un nom qui se distinguait du reste.
C'est Presley.
King parlait de Scout - Jesse le savait beaucoup - et il s'est hissé, le mouvement à peine perceptible dans l'éclairage faible de la salle. Il savait à qui il devait parler ensuite, bien qu'avec une résolution, il ressentait une inquiétude nauséabonde bien dans la fosse de son estomac. Il n'avait pas fait exactement un décompte des élèves disparus, mais si Scout avait aussi été blessé...
Très bien, mec. Tu ressembles littéralement à toi qui es sur le point de t'évanouir, donc je vais juste sortir de tes cheveux.
Le visage du roi contorsionné à nouveau au bruit, à la voix basse et à la grondement dans l'ennui. Ne fais rien de stupide, Callaghan. Il – il serait probablement nul si vous mourriez. – Il a encore cliqué sa langue, respirant fort à travers les poumons laborieux. Puis, lentement mais sûrement, son visage s'est détendu et sa respiration s'est calmée à un rythme doux. Il flottait à nouveau, mais il n'était plus rose et nacré, au lieu de bandes de rouge taché ses rêves, et la douleur lointaine l'empêchait de vraiment s'éloigner du néant.
Au commentaire du roi, Jesse a failli craquer un sourire. Presque. Il y avait quelque chose d'étrangement attachant à la façon dont il l'a dit, presque comme s'il avait donné une merde, mais avant de pouvoir s'y attarder davantage, il a poussé la pensée offensive à l'arrière de son esprit, et s'est dirigé vers la porte. Il y avait d'autres choses à s'inquiéter - des choses qui étaient beaucoup plus importantes qu'un simple commentaire personnel de quelqu'un dopé sur les médicaments contre la douleur. Pourtant, il y avait une partie de lui qui espérait que ce côté un peu plus tolérable de King durerait. Peut-être qu'ils pourraient devenir quelque chose de proche des amis, s'ils étaient tous encore vivants à la fin de cela.
Sans un autre regard en arrière, Jesse a quitté la pièce. Il y avait trop de pensées dans son esprit, trop de choses à faire. Les limites et les capacités de son pouvoir lui étaient inconnues; l'enfer, il n'était toujours pas sûr si c'était même réel ou pas. Sans aucun doute, certaines expérimentations étaient en ordre. S'il voulait enfin se convaincre que tout cela n'était pas juste un rêve de fièvre communale, c'était ce qu'il devait faire, et il a fait une note rapide pour passer par Scouts pour la visite une fois qu'il l'a fait.
“I AM HERE.”
-ScoutThe Basics
|Name|
Silvia Presley. She has vowed to kill anyone who dares to call her Silvia, sadly.
|Nickname|
Scout, a name coined by an old friend group which simply grew on her.
|Birth Date|
03/21/98
|Age|
17
|Gender|
Female
|Sexuality|
Pansexual
 The Mirror
|In Depth Appearance|
Though Scout is nothing more thean "scum" to most who live in Verona, it is hard to deny her almost otherworldly appearance. Wild blonde hair frames a pretty, if not a bit young-looking face, and gleaming blue eyes gaze defiantly into those who dare oppress her. Pale skin reveals countless freckles across her body, and rough callouses cover her hands and feet from constant fighting. She stands at around 5'3" in height, and weighs a bit over one hundred and twenty pounds. Her angular face is often dotted with scars or bruises, and she can most likely be found pouting when not out and about freely.
Scout's presence, much to her own dismay, is a lacking one, making her very hard to pick out in a crowd most of the time. She walks with a slight slouch, and typically glares at those she does not consider a friend, especially adults. She is overall a very peculiar-appearing girl, and most take caution when approaching her.
Scout's outfits usually depend on the season, but she is a very big fan of layers. She loves sweaters and jeans, and has an interest in knit clothing and hats. She has countless old, worn shoes and boots, and can often be found wearing an old, ratty sweatshirt in the warmer months.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Old scars dot her arms and legs from past fights with her family and the public of Verona. She has a variety of cigar burn-marks on her back, and quite a few old, self-inflicted lines on her thighs. Both of her ears are pierced on the lobes, and she has an old lip piercing that has finally begun to close up. No tattoos.
 to Know Me
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔ Freedom
✔ Winter time - especially when it snows
✔ Reading and writing, she's a human dictionary!
✔ Attention
✔ Crowds - The more people around the easiest it is to slip away
✔ Money
✔ Partying
✔ Graffiti art - both viewing and doing
✘ Drugs and drug users
✘ Bullies
✘ Authority in general
✘ Her parents
✘ Being tied down
✘ Being ignored
✘ Cats
✘ Detention centers
|Hobbies|
Writing || Petty Theft || Graffiti Art
|Habits|
Tapping foot when nervous || Playing with her hair || Picking at scabs
|Fears|
☠ Being completely forgotten or ignored.
☠ Being abandoned.
☠ Ending up like her parents.
☠ Cats, mostly due to a childhood accident.
 Deeper
|Personality|
♦ Rebellious ♦ Observant ♦ Selfish ♦ Loyal ♦
Scout is a girl who was once innocent, pure and good. A girl tainted by her family and general bad luck, who eventually bloomed into the rotten apple she is today. In public, she is loud and rebellious, doing stupid acts with friends in order to gain some kind of reaction from the people of Verona, but most of the time her pranks fall flat and she is left feeling ignored and stupid. She is a girl of many lawless skills, including pick-pocketing and shoplifting. Though she is rarely caught, most know of her devilish act and try their best to avoid her, but due to her overall lack of presence Scout is hard to detect until it is too late. Thanks to her father's exploits of her "income" Scout has developed a selfish streak, and has difficulty sharing even with close friends. She is extremely frugal in this sense as well, and rarely spends her money unless she really needs to.
Scout, in general, is a laid-back, calm girl. She takes life slowly, appreciating each moment she can, all while watching the busy people around her scurry around hopelessly. Scout often finds herself unable to relate to others, and as such she has trouble truly connecting with others and making friends. Those few friends she does have, though, are extremely cherished and held close. Scout loves people, maybe even to a fault, and tries her best to make and keep friends whenever she can (IF she can). To her loved ones she is loyal and protective, often throwing herself in the way of danger if it were to protect someone she cares about. Scout's overall cynicism and general outward appearance seem to end up chasing most friends away, however, and due to this she is currently trying to better herself.
On the streets Scout is smart, and always tries to stay one step ahead of those around her. She knows Verona like the back of her hand, and her observant nature grants her the power of knowing about almost everyone who crosses her path (it is a small town, after all). Though she tries her bets to appear grinning and cheerful at all times, Scout is truly hurt from her family life and craves attention like it was a past addiction. She realizes her habits are wrong, but her ideology is usually "it's too late to change now", and with that thought in mind she will continue to wander through her life like a bandit, stealing for food and fighting for sport.

|History|
Born in Seattle, Washington, the Presley family moved up to Verona when Scout was a mere toddler. By then the family was relatively happy, no pain had claimed their lives yet. Charles was a hard-working sales man, and Jen worked from home most of the time while caring for Scout. This kind of life remained for a good six years, and then everything took a turn for the worst. Charles, after the death of his mother, turned to booze and girls to cure his wounds, and Jennifer only found out about her husband's dishonesty a year later. By then the wounds were made, and Jen turned back to the drugs she had left behind years ago to curb her rage. Scout was left awash within the turmoil of her house, only seven at the time, and very soon the young girl turned towards the streets of Verona for peace and quiet.
Scout became some what of a street rat at about the age of ten, joining in with all the "bad kids" from school as a way to keep herself from coming home too soon. She made her first tag at about eleven, and began pick-pocketing a few months later due to some peer influence. Though the police caught her the first dozen times she stole, Scout started to train herself to outrun or fight those she considered a threat to her freedom. As the young girl grew within the small town of Verona, her reputation did as well, and she eventually became a known delinquent to the store owners and families of Verona.
At the age of sixteen Scout tries her best to cut all ties from her family without leaving the apartment, opting to bar off her room rather than simply move out. The two dead-beats didn't seem to notice or care, however, and very soon her thirst for attention and praise began to stir.
Yesterday's eclipse had left her with an awful migraine, and with no knowledge of her powers, she continues on with her every day life as if nothing were wrong.
|Family|
Scout's parents are general low-lives, and are well known around town for their unhealthy tendencies. The family of three live in an apartment above an old antique store which is owned by a close family friend. Scout herself has completely barred her parents from her room by pushing a dresser in front of the door, and she rarely enters the rest of her home due to her great disdain for the two. Her generally entry point is through the fire escape, and though she tries to act civil with her folks they simply ignore her, as if she didn't exist.
- Jennifer Hudger Presley (Mother, 46) is a relapsing drug-addict and workaholic who is barely home, as she spends most of her days either working in her dull office job in the center of town or shooting up with the local addicts in the park. Jen rarely looks her daughter in the eyes now a days, and has just opted to ignoring her as a way of coping with the fact that her daughter might end up like her.
- Charles Kyle Presley (Father, 52) is a dead-beat, abusive father who relies solely on his wife's income and his daughter's thefts. He is an alcoholic, lazy old man with a tendency for sleeping all day and night. He too has been ignoring Scout for a few years now, only speaking directly to her when in need of cash or something he is too lazy to receive.
- Ella Kims (Family Friend, 47) is the owner of the antique shop below the apartment and a close friend of Jen, though they have recently had a falling out due to the relapse. She treats Scout like her own daughter at times and seems to be the only one that Scout actually reaches out to in times of dire stress. Ella is a hard working and eccentric woman, with a harsh tongue and mischievous eyes. She is one of the only reasons why Scout is attending school. 
|Theme Song|
Golden - Fall Out Boy
”And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies
And all the lovers with no time for me
And all of the mothers raise their babies
To stay away from me ”
 Superpower
|Power|
Force-Field Generation and Manipulation
|Power Description|
The ability to project powerful fields of manipulated energy.
|Abilities|
After the odd eclipse, Scout gained the ability to form and manipulate force fields. With this power, she will be able to create shields to defend herself and her friends from any danger that comes there way. Though she is unskilled now, Scout will soon be able to move the shields around and strengthen them in both size and power. The fields themselves work as a solid type of matter on both sides, and appear as a pale, translucent blue sheen across the air. While Scout will usually spawn a mere wall across an open area, if she so happened to form a closed bubble or cube then those within will have a few moments of breathable air as the force fields are all airtight. They are mostly used to absorb and deflect attacks, but after training/getting used to her abilities Scout will also be able to use it offensively by forming fields around her fists and using them as an added weight to her punches. 
|Drawbacks/Weaknesses|
- Concentration is required. Even if a shield is spawned by mere stress, it will fade within a few moments if Scout does not focus all her energy into it.
- If Scout is distracted or under intense stress she may be unable to throw up a field, or she may even trap herself in one until she calms down.
- Due to her being a new field-maker, her shields are weak and can be broken with enough force. Five-six shots from a police pistol could knock down a medium sized.
- If she over uses her power she gets intense migraines and bodily pains.
- As a result of her using her powers, Scout's skin is unusually charged and most who touch her get a small shock.
- Shields are airtight when enclosed and those within have a limited amount of oxygen within the bubble.





“A champion is afraid of losing. Everyone else is afraid of winning.”
-Billie Jean King
The Basics
|Name|
Richard Shannon King
|Nickname|
Most call him King, though he'll go by anything other than Shannon.
|Birth Date|
07/23/97
|Age|
18
|Gender|
Male
|Sexuality|
Bisexual



In The Mirror
|In Depth Appearance|
Handsome parents bear handsome children. King is attractive, and he is fully aware of this. Darling features, sweet and curling with mischief, set deep against his English-white skin, and wild blonde hair is usually swept up with impatient hands. He is lean and tall, the
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
King has a scar running up his left bicep, and his left ear is pierced. He rarely talks about his scar, and if pointed out he will quickly change topics or tell a blatant lie. His lower back and thighs are often covered in odd bruises and cuts, and if seen he simply says they were injuries from fights.♥ ♦ ♣ 


Getting to Know Me
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Nature
✔Music, especially rock, rap, and indie
✔Competition in all aspects
✔Partying
✔Flirting, he's a master of the art
✔Alcohol and smoking (without mummy's permission)
✔Animals, dogs especially
✘Crowds
✘Complete darkness
✘Losing
✘Showing intense emotions
✘Wishy-washy people
✘Thunder storms, especially when the power goes out
✘His parents
|Hobbies|
♞ Flirting. King is a master of making people fall for him, or, that's what he claims at least.
♞ Playing and writing music. He plays guitar, harp, and bass.
♞ Soccer. His parents signed him up years ago and he hasn't quit since.
♞ Flower stamping. It's his guilty pleasure.
|Habits|
♞ Biting his lip to the point of breaking skin.
♞ Picking fights, even if he isn't trying to.
♞ Tapping his foot, especially when writing music.
|Fears|
☠Thunder storms. They're much too loud and powerful.
☠All things that are creepy crawlers, especially spiders.
☠His parents. They're strict and could tear him apart easily.



Delving Deeper
|Personality|
♦ Cunning ♦ Spiteful ♦ Aggressive ♦ Flirty ♦
King is as cliched as bullies come at first glance. Known to be an aggressive, beer-fueled and attention-seeking machine, he often struts around the streets of Verona with a face that just seems to scream "asshole". He is a shameless flirt, one who finds joy in seeing others squirm in pleasure, and due to this practice he has become a rather gifted communicator. Before receiving his gift, King considered himself to be bad at reading people. He never really got emotions, whether they were his own or someone else's, and due to this he often failed at taking others into consideration. King is honest to a fault and blunt as hell, especially when speaking to someone he loathes, though his rude (and often exaggerated) remarks are toned down in the presence of friends. He is needlessly spiteful, and can hold a grudge to the end of time if he so wishes. This trait was adopted by his pig-headed father, who is also the source of King's most deep rooted insecurities and fears.
Though King tries his best to appear strong and in control at all times, he is quite easily broken down by mentions of his home life or his hidden fears. King tries his best to bottle up him emotions, thinking that he'd be stronger if he showed nothing but a cocky smile and stormy eyes, but in the end he simply causes himself great mental strain. When in social situations, King tries his best to appear charismatic, though he often comes out sounding like a douche. The reason for this is because he strives to be seen and heard, even if he is viewed as a bad guy. He likes having eyes on him, and he'd do anything to not be forgotten. His home life has really shaped his personality in ways he may never change.
When it comes to smarts, King is surprisingly cunning in his own way. He has a sly way of thinking and often devises cruel or unusual plans in an effort to gain things he would want. Though he is considered a jock due to his love of soccer, King likes to think of himself more of a genuine planner and musician. He always takes a step back to think of a way around an issue, and he will never jump head first into a conflict unless he is truly angered. Though he often puts on a cool-guy act around acquaintances, King is much more lax and comfortable with his close friends. He cherishes those who look out for him above all else, and would gladly take a bullet for his dear friends if need be.Thanks to his new found abilities, he has been much more open about his feelings, though this has both good and bad consequences. While he has become much closer to those around him, he has also grown into a cynical, anxious person, one who often looks at a person's feelings before their true selves. Due to his original apathetic nature he is easily susceptible to other's emotions now, which causes a variety of mood swings if he is unable to block them out in time.
Other than that, King is a boozer and a shameless narcissist. He isn't afraid to compliment himself, and he often fixes his appearance in any reflective surface available. He has a soft spot for dogs and small children, and he is kind of an idiot when it comes to math and science.
|History|
Verona has always been King's home. His family had been very influential to the town's history despite hailing from across the sea, and even now his mother holds the position of mayor. Within this tiny town of course, is King's marble (well, brick) palace. The only issue within that big house of his would be his parents. Victoria and Henry King. Even at a young age they governed his life, told him what to do and what not to do. They were overbearing, but not in a loving way. Richard was forced into about five different sports by the time he was ten, and at least twelve hobbies filled his room with things he could care less for.
Basically, Richard was spoiled to the point of no return, and in turn forced to follow his parents' every whim. Even if he tried to talk back to them or say no, he would gifted with blatant abuse. Belts whipping across his back and arms, leaving him battered and bruised, but he merely thought of it as a just punishment. This, and of course his "need" to please his parents, was what drove him to reach for things that would otherwise be banned for him in his house, and this was also the cause of his intense need to win. His parents would never value him if he lost. No one would, right?

|Family|
The King family lives in one of the bigger estates in the nicer side of Verona. Four cars line the driveway most of the days, and a large Rottweiler can often be seen prowling across the premise or barking from one of the big windows. King spends most of his days in his room or wandering around the lower floors, preparing for a party or a big game.
- Victoria Marie King (Mother, 43) is a well-known figure head in the Verona community. Why is she so well-known? Well, she's the mayor! Despite her generous and kind public appearance, Victoria is a rather emotionally-abusive mother to her son, and she will often put him down for doing the slightest thing wrong. Though she has never physically hurt him like King's father had, Victoria's words are venomous enough to form deep wounds into Richard's psyche. However, she often holds Henry back when things are getting particularly bad, and she will at times act as motherly as she can if Richard looks horribly down. In the end, she thinks her words will help Richard get strong and will help him stop his teenage-delinquent actions. Seemingly, she doesn't seem to be aware of how hurtful her words can be, but looking passed this clueless, abusive nature can reveal a trying mother with a wish to see her son grow up strong.
- Henry Richard King (Father, 49) is the head of the King family and works as an at home translator and writer. He has written a few well-known novels, mostly romances and mystery books, and spends most of his days in his office or with his wife. While in public he seems charismatic and kind, behind the scenes he is a man with a no anger management and an intense vendetta against his son. He at times gets so angry that he turns to violence, which explains the occasional bruises seen on Richard's back and the scar of his arm.
- Marie Rose King (Sister, 14) is Richard's favorite family member. Marie is a doting girl who knows how to stay out of her parents' way and she seems to adore her older brother. Richard spoils her like a princess, and would protect her with his life, though at times the two can get into bad fights. She is a rather smart, sweet girl and knows exactly how to avoid her vicious parents, unlike Richard.
- Knight (Rottweiler) is Richard's best friend next to Malcolm. The Rottweiler had been adopted about six years prior and has been the King family's protector and loving pet for tose years since. Luckily Henry seems to enjoy the dog's presence, and as such he has not ended up like Richards... Past pets.
|Theme Song|
A Sadness Runs Through Him - The Hoosiers
”Time and again boys are raised to be men
Impatient they start, fearful at the end
But here was a man mourning tomorrow
Who drank, but finally drowned in his sorrow”
 Superpower
|Power Name|
Empathy
|Power Description|
The ability to feel and manipulate others' emotions.
|Abilities|
King is able to feel the emotions of other people. While this may be plenty useful later on, to the apathetic King it is anything but good. The emotions come to him in heavy waves and he at times has trouble controlling them. Likewise, if he were able to feel an emotion strongly enough, there is a possibility that he can effect others to feel the same thing he does, I.E. if King is full of rage someone nearby may become inexplicably angry. Being able to sense emotions may seem useless in a fight, but in reality it makes King a great (and slightly unstable) negotiator, who is able to sense someone's inner turmoil and use it against them if at all necessary. Though he is only able to sense and pass on his own emotions currently, eventuality King will be able to slightly alter the emotions of others. While it might not act as complete persuasion, enough sadness or anger could seriously falter someone's mental process in the end.
|Drawbacks/Weaknesses|
- Unable to control the intake or out tput of emotions.
- Often useless in fights in the beginning.
- Experiences intense headaches after using power.
- Unable to handle too many emotions, I.E he is unable to stand in a large crowd without breaking down.
- May accidentally act on his (or others') emotions.