[ YOUR INFO ] Name: Jen/Jnz/Captain Age: 24 E-mail: opticblasts@gmail.com AIM: mybackpacksjets Timezone: Pacific Game Character is From: Final Fantasy VIII
[ CHARACTER INFO ] Birth Name: Zell Dincht Nicknames: Zelly, Chicken Wuss Age: 23 Gender: Male Ethnicity: White Psychic Ability: Psychokinesis How long have they been at the Institute? Two years.
[ PERSONALITY ] General Likes: Hot dogs, video games, music, hoverboarding. General Dislikes: Missing lunch. Astrological Sign & Birthday: March 15th, Pisces Sexual Orientation: Straight arrow Positive Traits: Is totally loyal, very friendly, smart. Negative Traits: Hot-headed, eager to get into fights, a bit naive sometimes.
[ ETC ] Personal History: Zell was adopted at a very young age by the Dinchts, after his birth parents abandoned him as a baby for unknown reasons. His innate abilities began to manifest when he was around 12, after he got into a fight with a school bully easily beating him by literally pulling the young man into his fist when he was trying to run away. His parents encouraged suppressing his power so as not to alarm people, and instead had him focusing on his fighting abilities. After several years of watching Zell become increasingly agitated and worrying about avoiding an incident when he was at college, away from his parents' influence, they asked him to attend the institute they had heard about. He has been there two years now and couldn't be happier as long as he has an outlet for both his powers and his fighting tendencies. Extra: No extras at this time.
[ SAMPLES ] Role Play Sample: Zell kicked around the hallways of the institute, noticeably agitated that day. There wasn't a soul in sight, and Zell was finding himself more than a little bored. He wandered outside, found a bench to plant himself on and slipped on his headphones.
"Did everyone leave today without letting me know? Where he hell is everybody?"
The feeling of seclusion was more than enough to bear for him, and before long he retreated to his room to pound away his frustrations on his punching bag. Suddenly, his phone rang.
"Hello? Mom! Yeah, I'm happy to hear from you. Did Dad get his birthday present? Awesome!"
Journal Sample: I'm getting better at controlling this thing. I was practicing picking stuff up around my room, and I didn't break anything this time. I guess this place is actually doing something for me. I don't like being away from home for so long. I miss my friends a lot. It's okay, though.
I've been wondering a lot about whether or not I can start to make other people or myself float, too. That would be pretty cool, I think I'm going to work harder. I can imagine the look on people's faces. I don't wanna get in trouble again, though.
I'm pretty hungry, so I guess I'm going to go find something to eat, maybe work out a bit more. I've been pretty lazy today, even though my headache would say otherwise.