[ ETC ] Personal History: Axel was born in the beginning of that magical time known as the nineties to a Japanese mother and an Irish father, in Oakville, Tennessee. He had a fairly normal childhood, happily basking in the fact that he was an only child to two very doting parents. And when he began having very brief visions of the immediate future when he was ten, his loving family doted on him still more, treating him as a miracle child. While he didn't get everything he wanted exactly when he wanted it, he was treated very well. So you can see why getting a vision of having a baby sister would alarm him a bit. It had come while he was walking home from school, a gangly twelve year old with high hopes and dreams of being a teenager. It came suddenly, as his visions always did, and was startlingly vibrant; his parents sitting on the couch in their living room, cooing over a baby girl dressed in a frilly pink garment. This wouldn't have been so bad if he hadn't noticed one other thing; himself, hovering in the doorway between kitchen and living room, half in the shadows and unnoticed, an ugly expression of hatred on his face. Despite being admittedly spoiled, it was the cruel look on his own face that upset Axel the most. Not wanting to become that person, he went home and begged his parents to send him away to school, claiming the need of a change of scenery. Baffled, they agreed to think about it, if a suitable school could be found.
That evening, as the family was all sitting down to dinner, someone knocked at the front door. When it was answered, a man introducing himself as Cid Kramer seemed to be the answer to Axel's silent pleas. As it turned out, he ran what he called an institute dedicated entirely to psychic research, and he was interested in Axel and his precognitive gift. Axel took a plane to California two weeks later and began his new, slightly scary life on the West Coast. Extra: I'm looking for friends, enemies, frienimies, past relationships, casual fucks, ANYTHING for Axel's history.
[ SAMPLES ] Role Play Sample: Axel was bored. Absolutely hang-upsidedown-from-the-railings-just-because-it's-something-to-do bored. And that's what he was currently doing, because it was the only idea he'd had for hours. He was hanging there, hoping for someone he could bother would come along when the vision came. Short and spastic, all he could grasp was him, locked in the embrace of... someone. Someone smaller than him, but faceless. Surprised, his precarious balance was compromised and his legs unhooked from the railing and, with a yell, he fell seven feet to the floor, landing in a crumpled heap. And of course, it was just then that he heard very familiar footsteps approaching, and he heard a barely suppressed snort of laughter.
"Shut up and help me find all my teeth," he muttered, his good humor bruised but not broken as he accepted the hand that was offered to him.
Journal Sample: Let me start by saying that, despite being here for like... six years... I still don't know what to write in this thing. Unless something interesting is happening. Which it isn't, I might add.
Work is going well. Mostly. It's... meh. I'm a waiter. Not much to say, really. It can be fun, but it can also be mind numbingly irritating. It might be better if I had my own place to take some of the potentials I meet back to. Not that I get a lot to begin with. Meh.
I want a baked potato. It's past midnight. The hell is that? Ugh, I have homework to do too. Forgot about that. Figures, the one time I totally don't want to think about school, I'm being forced to. Ain't that a bitch?