Post by Lucianne Cerebrini on Mar 20, 2017 8:12:52 GMT
Lucianne michael cerebrini
MALE. | SEVENTEEN. | PANSEXUAL. | third year. |
Pyrokinesis. | time manipulation. |
POWER DESCRIPTIONS
PYROKINESIS
Just as the name stated, pyrokinesis to all would be pyromaniacs out there is an ability in which gives Luci control over flames. Fire, hot-stuff, do not touch unless you want to get burn fire. This was the first power he manifested at around eleven during an incident with lighting a campfire gone bad. Luci is able to conjure and manipulate fire to a certain extent. Like having it cover bladed weaponry such as daggers or knives without having the metal melt within contact as long as he concentrates enough.
His control isn’t perfect to be honest, fire is a wild element who bows to no one. Every time he tries to control it, it normally ends up as a battle of wills. The larger the flames the harder for him to control it without sustaining a certain amount of damages. He lost count how many times he suffered first and in some rare cases second degree burns just trying to outwit the very element hes forcing to bow to his will.
TIME MANIPULATION
Ahh time… now we get to the tricky aspect of his capabilities. You see, he never really expected much out this power. Powerful, yes but hard to control? Oh definitely. Time is a delicate being even Luci knows this very well. Just as it is delicate it’s also a bucket of instability that shouldn’t be tampered with. While past is stable, present is in the works and future being the messiest of all subjects. Thankfully his control doesn’t scope to changing any of those aspects except maybe the present form. His ability only scopes to being able to accelerate or slow down time for a max of two-three targets at a time. The more targets the more taxing it is for him to handle having to manipulate time around them. Three people or more would probably land him unconscious.
Which is why he rarely touches this ability of his and only when he’s in dire need for it. For example, him trying to stop a bullet from piercing his lungs. Each use often ends up in him having huge migraines because of the amount of concentration one needs to be able wield it.
APPEARANCE
Luci is a man of class and style. He practically shows it through how he acts out in the open and the way he dresses. Clean crisped shirts underneath suit jackets when dealing with important clientele for his father to more casual affairs where he follows the latest trends in men fashion. Mostly his tastes centers around French fashion to Italian lines. He stands an exact height of 6ft with a build similar to that of a runner. He’s thin yes, but not so in an unhealthy way. The boy does work out, but the muscle he gained during his childhood training compacted into his body instead of appearing as a bulky mess.
He has genes to thank for that. This father had been the same after all.
Sun-kissed blonde hair that always refused to settle down with a comb decorates his scalp, forever maintaining a bedraggle look that only fuelled the boy’s roguish charms. Bright sea-blue eyes set into an almond shape within his heart shaped face that he took from his mother. Years being out in the sun tinted skin. Turning it into a lightly tanned complexion.
He has genes to thank for that. This father had been the same after all.
Sun-kissed blonde hair that always refused to settle down with a comb decorates his scalp, forever maintaining a bedraggle look that only fuelled the boy’s roguish charms. Bright sea-blue eyes set into an almond shape within his heart shaped face that he took from his mother. Years being out in the sun tinted skin. Turning it into a lightly tanned complexion.
PERSONALITY
Luci is what you could call a man who loves living in the height of excitement. He’s a man who adores being the center of attention. The life of the party as they say, he has an air around him that screams confidence if not downright flamboyancy with the way he carries himself through his body language. He carries himself the way he had been taught to act in public by his father. To show the charismatic charm he had inherited from the man. He can be quite the talker, preferring most of the time lull a person through the magic of words. He has a way with words with the way he can eloquently form it in way woo a willing a soul to listen. It could be his natural flare, with diplomacy but the boy had learned long ago from his own father how to fight using the art of wit instead of arms.
He can appear to be quite the gentlemen, polite to a certain degree while maintaining an aura that screams attentiveness towards the crowd. His actions alone screamed that. After all, Lucianne would settle for no less than a person’s complete an undivided attention. But beneath his mask of well praised heir on public the boy hides his darker side beneath his mask of innocence. The boy can be somewhat of a devil. A trickster kitsune just grinning sadistic while watching the little lambs around him. He’s not above using his charisma into his tricks. He has no qualms manipulating those around him for either his amusement or for personal gain. He knows how to act, how to keep everything behind a mask while pretending to be someone’s friend. Faking even simple acts of compassion in order to win a person’s loyalty.
Loyalty… there’s only so little he can give on that department. True loyalty from Luci is hard to come and only if they proved to be invaluable to him would he consider giving it. After all he’s been raised to take over his father’s title. Paranoia is a lesson his father drilled perfectly into his skull which was further strengthened by his own mother’s death.
He can appear to be quite the gentlemen, polite to a certain degree while maintaining an aura that screams attentiveness towards the crowd. His actions alone screamed that. After all, Lucianne would settle for no less than a person’s complete an undivided attention. But beneath his mask of well praised heir on public the boy hides his darker side beneath his mask of innocence. The boy can be somewhat of a devil. A trickster kitsune just grinning sadistic while watching the little lambs around him. He’s not above using his charisma into his tricks. He has no qualms manipulating those around him for either his amusement or for personal gain. He knows how to act, how to keep everything behind a mask while pretending to be someone’s friend. Faking even simple acts of compassion in order to win a person’s loyalty.
Loyalty… there’s only so little he can give on that department. True loyalty from Luci is hard to come and only if they proved to be invaluable to him would he consider giving it. After all he’s been raised to take over his father’s title. Paranoia is a lesson his father drilled perfectly into his skull which was further strengthened by his own mother’s death.
BIOGRAPHY
Lucianne Cerebrini the only child of the current CEO of a multi-million business conglomerate. Lived a somewhat pampered life as Raphael Zeus Cerebrini’s only heir. He had everything handed to him on a silver platter from the second he left his mother’s womb that rainy May morning. As the first and only child his parents really did dot on him despite his father’s distant persona towards his wife and child. He did make sure they had a roof over their heads and plenty of luxuries to sustain their lifestyle.
He did love them but at the time Raphael was more or less married to his job unless his wife’s temper forces him out to spend time with them. You can say all you want about him when the real story of their… background comes to light but the man really did fear his wife’s volatile temper and often did his best to avoid it. Now where were we…? Oh yes. This wouldn’t be Italy now if they didn’t have their mits wrapped around the seedy side of the underworld. The Italian underworld has long been infamous in both legends and tales. Long been immortalized into various fictions dramas and thrillers. The truth of the matter is, they only began to scratch at the peak of what the underworld really is.
In a place where society’s laws had no power. The underworld follows its own twisted set of morals. The so called five pillar families that control it with an iron fist. They were the unofficial royalty within the dark society. The real hands controlling how the Italian blackmarket functions. One of those families happens to be the Cerebrini. They were the third. From an early age his parents made no move to hide their lifestyle from their only child. Except those entailing tortures until he was around seven when his father finally did allow him to watch. If he was to be his heir he often reasoned he needed to gain an iron stomach when it came to dealing with the family business.
He was seven when he watched his first view of torture from a man who dared tried to swindle his father out of the loan he took. Imagine having to be a child watching wide eyed as his father’s second hand all but pried the man’s eyeballs with a dull knife while his father watched in amusement crossed legged on his large throne-like chair. His father often did have a thing when it came to power and showing it off.
At first like any child it freaked him out, he long forgotten how many times he lost his lunch at the gory display which seem to just fuel his father’s sadistic second in command to show more of his creativeness. Sometimes he’d even explain bits of detail much to his father’s amusement. It’s how he earned his hardened stomach. The more he watched the more he slowly learned to detached himself from it. His father did nothing to stop it, he’d merely reason he was doing it for his own training. He did learn in the end though, he learned the myriad of ways he can make someone scream in pain. His mother hadn’t been too happy when she found out… She hadn’t been happy at all which was how his father ended up sleeping on the couch for close to two months before his mother even allowed him back to their room. The image of his father begging his mother had forever been framed into his brain. Not that his father ever knew…
Their life had always been married to danger his father often told him. Paranoia was both their enemy and ally at the same time. Since he could remember the boy had been tossed from one training to another. Both academically as his father refused to have his child be less than an A+ student and then to the physical aspect of survival. He lost count of the times he came back black and blue with multiple fractures from his trainers. Or how as a summer vacation he was forced to survive three weeks in a jungle just to test how well he could manage to survive. How many times he nearly died his last count was at least three before someone would actually save him. When that happens his father would often come around drilling him where he went wrong.
He was being groomed to be takeover this he understood perfectly well. At the cost of a normal childhood he would have wished to gain but never could. It was how he killed his innocence. His childish thoughts he often labelled as past. The boy’s morals grew just as twisted as his lessons were. He began to distant himself from what people labelled as good or bad shifting them into a grey view point. There’s no real good or bad. Just necessity. Which further developed later in life.
He had his first kill young, the feeling of blood dripping from his knife when his father ordered him to end the life of a man they had been torturing for information. The way it dripped down his blade in pearly red drops excited him. The boy felt the same high anyone would at the thought of having someone’s life hanging by their hand. He had killed little animals for food before but… a human was something he wondered.
Lucianne was maybe nine when he began to notice strange occurrences whenever he touched hot objects. It didn’t burn as hot as it should, it didn’t hurt as badly as it did. He had told his parents this and after numerous visits to doctors they never did find any skin ailments on him. He was perfectly healthy, same reaction time with his limbs. There was nothing wrong with him. Soon the matter was dropped entirely until the next year when a camping incident nearly scorched through his hand. Imagine his surprise when he noticed the flames coiling around his hand like a tamed snake without burning through the skin.
He honestly didn’t know why he never mentioned this to his father but deep inside he knew the man knew it. He rarely did have to tell him anything… it was that strange ability of his father to guess just what was bothering the young man. His mother often worried about him until the day of her death. A car bomb detonated on the same car she was driving while they were on the way shopping. He remembered that day, he promised his mother to spend time shopping that day, a hobby they often shared when stressed. And stressed he also was from the bombshell his father told him that day. He expected it really, as an only child that his love life was going to be his father's decision. He just...didnt expect it to be that soon. And it being to the Castiglione family. He knew them...hell he knew the eldest as a playmate when he had been a child. But to know you have to marry one of the sisters he barely interacted with... Well he suffered worse luck than this. She had been driving when.. the last thing he saw was a ball of flames erupting from the hood of his mother’s 2014 mazda. He survived all because the flames instinctively protected from the worse of the blast his second power manifested sadly because of that event. Just three years after his first one. He managed to see in slow motion how the flames ate his mother. It protected him, no matter how much he willed for the flames to listen he couldn’t protect his mother from it.
He watched his own mother burned even though she was probably dead at that point due to the multiple metallic shard sticking all over her body. He blacked out at that point, when he came too he was in a hospital with his body having multiple wires connected to him. They say he was lucky he survived. That he somehow got ejected out of the car by the blast. A broken leg and a fractured neck, multiple cuts and burns alongside his body… he was called lucky but he knew better.
He’ll often remember his mother’s corpse burning in his mind.
The funeral had been a silent affair, his father had been far too busy trying to track down the killer than having the time to say goodbye to his wife. He hadn’t been there either… he wanted to but being out for a month made sure he missed his own mother’s funeral.
After his mother’s death the boy in him change… he grew a lot more brutal in their training. His father insisted on it now. He was… much more colder as a real person without his mask than the cheerful façade he often pulls up. He often mused of he would end up that way if he had managed to save his mother… he both hated his ability and at the same time understood the boon it brought to him. He swore he would force it to his will one way or another. Call it revenge against it for allowing his mother to die. Aurora became a blessing in disguised for the young Cerebrini when his father offered him a chance to study overseas. He accepted it, and has been there for the last two years only returning home during holidays or when his father required his presence.
He did love them but at the time Raphael was more or less married to his job unless his wife’s temper forces him out to spend time with them. You can say all you want about him when the real story of their… background comes to light but the man really did fear his wife’s volatile temper and often did his best to avoid it. Now where were we…? Oh yes. This wouldn’t be Italy now if they didn’t have their mits wrapped around the seedy side of the underworld. The Italian underworld has long been infamous in both legends and tales. Long been immortalized into various fictions dramas and thrillers. The truth of the matter is, they only began to scratch at the peak of what the underworld really is.
In a place where society’s laws had no power. The underworld follows its own twisted set of morals. The so called five pillar families that control it with an iron fist. They were the unofficial royalty within the dark society. The real hands controlling how the Italian blackmarket functions. One of those families happens to be the Cerebrini. They were the third. From an early age his parents made no move to hide their lifestyle from their only child. Except those entailing tortures until he was around seven when his father finally did allow him to watch. If he was to be his heir he often reasoned he needed to gain an iron stomach when it came to dealing with the family business.
He was seven when he watched his first view of torture from a man who dared tried to swindle his father out of the loan he took. Imagine having to be a child watching wide eyed as his father’s second hand all but pried the man’s eyeballs with a dull knife while his father watched in amusement crossed legged on his large throne-like chair. His father often did have a thing when it came to power and showing it off.
At first like any child it freaked him out, he long forgotten how many times he lost his lunch at the gory display which seem to just fuel his father’s sadistic second in command to show more of his creativeness. Sometimes he’d even explain bits of detail much to his father’s amusement. It’s how he earned his hardened stomach. The more he watched the more he slowly learned to detached himself from it. His father did nothing to stop it, he’d merely reason he was doing it for his own training. He did learn in the end though, he learned the myriad of ways he can make someone scream in pain. His mother hadn’t been too happy when she found out… She hadn’t been happy at all which was how his father ended up sleeping on the couch for close to two months before his mother even allowed him back to their room. The image of his father begging his mother had forever been framed into his brain. Not that his father ever knew…
Their life had always been married to danger his father often told him. Paranoia was both their enemy and ally at the same time. Since he could remember the boy had been tossed from one training to another. Both academically as his father refused to have his child be less than an A+ student and then to the physical aspect of survival. He lost count of the times he came back black and blue with multiple fractures from his trainers. Or how as a summer vacation he was forced to survive three weeks in a jungle just to test how well he could manage to survive. How many times he nearly died his last count was at least three before someone would actually save him. When that happens his father would often come around drilling him where he went wrong.
He was being groomed to be takeover this he understood perfectly well. At the cost of a normal childhood he would have wished to gain but never could. It was how he killed his innocence. His childish thoughts he often labelled as past. The boy’s morals grew just as twisted as his lessons were. He began to distant himself from what people labelled as good or bad shifting them into a grey view point. There’s no real good or bad. Just necessity. Which further developed later in life.
He had his first kill young, the feeling of blood dripping from his knife when his father ordered him to end the life of a man they had been torturing for information. The way it dripped down his blade in pearly red drops excited him. The boy felt the same high anyone would at the thought of having someone’s life hanging by their hand. He had killed little animals for food before but… a human was something he wondered.
Lucianne was maybe nine when he began to notice strange occurrences whenever he touched hot objects. It didn’t burn as hot as it should, it didn’t hurt as badly as it did. He had told his parents this and after numerous visits to doctors they never did find any skin ailments on him. He was perfectly healthy, same reaction time with his limbs. There was nothing wrong with him. Soon the matter was dropped entirely until the next year when a camping incident nearly scorched through his hand. Imagine his surprise when he noticed the flames coiling around his hand like a tamed snake without burning through the skin.
He honestly didn’t know why he never mentioned this to his father but deep inside he knew the man knew it. He rarely did have to tell him anything… it was that strange ability of his father to guess just what was bothering the young man. His mother often worried about him until the day of her death. A car bomb detonated on the same car she was driving while they were on the way shopping. He remembered that day, he promised his mother to spend time shopping that day, a hobby they often shared when stressed. And stressed he also was from the bombshell his father told him that day. He expected it really, as an only child that his love life was going to be his father's decision. He just...didnt expect it to be that soon. And it being to the Castiglione family. He knew them...hell he knew the eldest as a playmate when he had been a child. But to know you have to marry one of the sisters he barely interacted with... Well he suffered worse luck than this. She had been driving when.. the last thing he saw was a ball of flames erupting from the hood of his mother’s 2014 mazda. He survived all because the flames instinctively protected from the worse of the blast his second power manifested sadly because of that event. Just three years after his first one. He managed to see in slow motion how the flames ate his mother. It protected him, no matter how much he willed for the flames to listen he couldn’t protect his mother from it.
He watched his own mother burned even though she was probably dead at that point due to the multiple metallic shard sticking all over her body. He blacked out at that point, when he came too he was in a hospital with his body having multiple wires connected to him. They say he was lucky he survived. That he somehow got ejected out of the car by the blast. A broken leg and a fractured neck, multiple cuts and burns alongside his body… he was called lucky but he knew better.
He’ll often remember his mother’s corpse burning in his mind.
The funeral had been a silent affair, his father had been far too busy trying to track down the killer than having the time to say goodbye to his wife. He hadn’t been there either… he wanted to but being out for a month made sure he missed his own mother’s funeral.
After his mother’s death the boy in him change… he grew a lot more brutal in their training. His father insisted on it now. He was… much more colder as a real person without his mask than the cheerful façade he often pulls up. He often mused of he would end up that way if he had managed to save his mother… he both hated his ability and at the same time understood the boon it brought to him. He swore he would force it to his will one way or another. Call it revenge against it for allowing his mother to die. Aurora became a blessing in disguised for the young Cerebrini when his father offered him a chance to study overseas. He accepted it, and has been there for the last two years only returning home during holidays or when his father required his presence.
> NARUTO; UZUMAKI NARUTO <
Played By: Shini
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