Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2017 5:28:21 GMT
mathias luka vasiliev
MALE. | eighteen. | pansexual. | fourth year. |
terrakinesis. | exoskeleton. |
POWER DESCRIPTIONS
exoskeleton - a power that he heavily relies on, exoskeleton allows mathias to encase himself in an armor on his whim to shield him from attacks and outside forces, from simple rain to physical attacks. instead of acting like a literal armor, mathias's power manifests in a way similar to a second skin, mechanical ligaments and joints sprouting over his form as if to encase him in another version of himself. it extends from the top of his neck to his feet, creating a look similar to that of a cyborg's. though his control over his form is lacking-he needs to focus in order to actually get rid of the exoskeleton, and at times he remains encased within because of his inability to concentrate to get out. it can be argued that he spends more time within his exoskeleton than outside of it. however, his exoskeleton should be treated with caution: once broken, it cannot be fully regenerated: but it can slowly recover and "heal" of sorts, but only when his power is not under use.
terrakinesis - a power that he has considerably less control in, terrakinesis allows him to control earth; sand, stone, rock, lava, dirt, or other minerals. mathias is capable of identifying different materials within his terrakinesis, but his control over them is weak and directly influenced by his emotions. the more emotional he is (no matter what the emotion is, from flustered to terrified), the stronger he is and the more control he has over his power, though the less rational he'll act when actually using his power. the reverse is also the same.
terrakinesis - a power that he has considerably less control in, terrakinesis allows him to control earth; sand, stone, rock, lava, dirt, or other minerals. mathias is capable of identifying different materials within his terrakinesis, but his control over them is weak and directly influenced by his emotions. the more emotional he is (no matter what the emotion is, from flustered to terrified), the stronger he is and the more control he has over his power, though the less rational he'll act when actually using his power. the reverse is also the same.
APPEARANCE
mathias has blonde hair, which is cut short and falls over his eyes slightly-having a point in his bangs come down somewhere near his nose. the most remarkable thing about his face is probably his eyes. mathias has corneal tattooing, dying the background of his eye an inky black, with a naturally golden center, a faded version of his mother's warm hazel and his father's own orange-brown shade.
he's also very fond of dying his hair, and usually sticks to blonde or white, being a natural brunet. it should be noted that his skin is particularly pale and sensitive to sunlight, so whenever it's unexpectedly bright outside, he'll usually be found skulking around in shady areas. also, his features are sharp and rather angular, a trait from his father.
his uniform is half a size too big for him, a choice made out of personal preferences-almost all of his clothes are a size off, as he finds it more comfortable that way. mathias is a fan of cooler colors, and tends to shy away from bold shades. also, he wears a pair of black stud earrings.
he's also very fond of dying his hair, and usually sticks to blonde or white, being a natural brunet. it should be noted that his skin is particularly pale and sensitive to sunlight, so whenever it's unexpectedly bright outside, he'll usually be found skulking around in shady areas. also, his features are sharp and rather angular, a trait from his father.
his uniform is half a size too big for him, a choice made out of personal preferences-almost all of his clothes are a size off, as he finds it more comfortable that way. mathias is a fan of cooler colors, and tends to shy away from bold shades. also, he wears a pair of black stud earrings.
PERSONALITY
mathias is devoted to people and his passions, careful and methodical with any of his work. he's a sensible, responsible person-tolerant and patient, mathias is generally kind and caring. he's almost painfully idealistic and highly innovative, the blond is also selfless and loyal-honorable, honest, and genuine, as well as studious and intelligent, mathias tries to strive towards being someone with integrity.
of course, that isn't to say that he's without his faults-mathias is paranoid and finds it hard to communicate. he's described as naive and oblivious, as well as clingy and sensitive. it's not hard to say that he's emotional, too-more than he lets on, to be honest. gullible, an unconvincing liar, and easily flustered, mathias is complacent at times as well.
of course, that isn't to say that he's without his faults-mathias is paranoid and finds it hard to communicate. he's described as naive and oblivious, as well as clingy and sensitive. it's not hard to say that he's emotional, too-more than he lets on, to be honest. gullible, an unconvincing liar, and easily flustered, mathias is complacent at times as well.
BIOGRAPHY
maybe it's weird, being born to a couple that doesn't quite fit in with their surroundings. they're both foreigners, his parents-but they're chatty and friendly and know more about the lay of the land than most of the locals. they love to hike and explore and live, and they run a little shop in the center of the town, near the heart-it's a garage, and there's a lot of business, surprisingly.
when he's born, his mom pats his head and names him mathias, and his dad sighs with his face in his hands because he had voted for lukas. as a compromise, they use it for his middle name-well, luka, anyways-and for a nickname, his mom calls him mat and his dad calls him luka with a challenging gleam in their eyes as they face off laughingly. mathias doesn't tell them what he thinks (and he thinks that it's embarrassing, really, they have "nickname wars" that make him hide his face in shame as his parents call him "mally vally" or "butterball" in front of his friends).
he's in tune with a lot of the things that go on in the shop. he's mostly used to working with his dad in the shop, bringing him parts and discussing possible solutions to problems that people bring to them. his dad is the one who actually puts the solution in action. mathias does know how to do them-in theory, that is. his mom stays behind the counter, chatting and directing and answering calls. they're a pretty competent bunch, all of them.
they run into trouble. of course they do, their mother remarks sharply over the table one night, talking to their father. their father sighs and angles himself away from his mother.
they have to close up the shop, apparently. at the time, mathias is too young to comprehend what that means-to try to comprehend, even. but he goes with them, tugging on the edge of his father's shirt and trailing behind his mother, and they find a new home, mathias having to leave his friends from elementary school behind. it's fine. they're fine, he thinks-at the very least, he hopes they're fine.
the realization that they're living in a rather seedy area of town hits him one day. it's not that they're poor-he thinks they're middle-class, actually, just in a poor area. his mom has money to spare and his dad can splurge on certain things and they're well-off in that sort of sense. but they live in a strange area-he can see people lurking, filth clinging to the streets in a way that he hadn't noticed it before. it wasn't like it all happened overnight-just that he saw it before, but just went to bed yesterday and it clicked, all turning in his head like tiny little cogs before going "oh". an eureka moment.
it's not a concern until it is.
he's in middle school, seventh grade. he's walking home when it begins to rain. mathias takes shelter underneath the awning of a small flower shop that's already been closed since last week, and he stands there, waiting it out. he closes his eyes, pretends that he lives in a reality where he lives in a world where he would have this outer skin and wouldn't need to worry about rain. he opens his eyes when he feels something...something change, and stares at his arms.
what...what is this?
he moves a leg, and then jolts at the sudden sensation of extra weight. no way, he's actually-he tests it, bending it at a joint, and it moves as well. it's actually...no, wait, he can feel it over his skin, like tight clothing. mathias hesitates, and then calls his dad to pick him up. he feels like...there's going to be a lot that he needs to explain to his family, but he doesn't understand all of it just yet.
after dinner that night, his parents head to bed-but mathias lingers, drawn to the door for some reason. it's stopped raining, and it's dark outside, but there are a lot of streetlights, and besides, he knows the area well enough to stick to what's unofficially deemed as the "safe areas", or as safe as things can get (he's still pretty convinced that one day there's going to be a giant earthquake and everyone's going to die). so he slips on his shoes and steps out. the strange armor hasn't disappeared yet.
his parents had taken it surprisingly well, though; his father had a couple of questions but nothing else, and his mom made a couple of comments about of course this would happen and sighed, but her eyes were alight with interest and a smile curled up her lips.
mathias breaks into a run, the pitter-patter and faint splash of water against his covered ankles going ignored. he runs around town all night, or what he can remember of it, anyways, before he's too exhausted and is limping home but suddenly, all he can see is darkness, and he registers the panicked thought of wait, i need to get home before he collapses on a heap on the ground.
he wakes up to pain.
there's a lot of it. there's something-something tugging on the plate that he knows is covering his chest instinctually with something hard-a pen, maybe. it snaps. there's another one. he tries to talk, but nothing comes out. someone else, however, has no problem with talking. "man, what is this thing? who made it?"
"i don't know, why are you asking me?" rings out another voice in amusement. it's female. a slow, steady breath from someone. so there are two of them, he realizes dimly. "whatever, we can just sell it. hey, stop taking it apart, what the hell."
"it'll be better in parts." says a voice that's uncomfortably close to him. he attempts to jerk away from it, but achieves nothing. his body feels like it's heavy, sleepy, clouded with something. "and-ugh, fine. whatever. we could do so much if we knew what it looked like inside, you know? it doesn't even seem like it's activated. what if it's some toy robot that a comic convention threw out?"
"sure didn't feel like it when we lugged it here," counters the first voice wearily. this time, mathias lets out a cough. he jerks his arm, and they all take notice-all of them.
"hey, it moved-what do we do-"
"shut up, i'm trying to think-"
"just hit it-"
clang.
something hard hits mathias's head, and immediately he blacks out. when he wakes up the next time, they're trying to take him apart. it hurts. it goes on. and on. a day? three? maybe a week. he doesn't really know-
once, he wonders why it won't go away. he's frustrated, and tired, but he-he thinks maybe this'll work, this-he thought about it last time when he got in, right? focused? and so he focuses, he focuses for what feels like years but might be minutes or seconds-and it doesn't work. he can't get out of it.
and wait-no, it's going away-and-
"shit, it's a person-"
"just run, you ass-"
he wakes up to empty space and walks home, feeling disoriented and out of place. mathias's parents are practically in a frenzy, demanding where he's been, but he waves them off and collapses. he's so tired, even though practically all he's done is stay unconscious. he doesn't say anything about it. instead, he pretends it never happened.
it still kind of feels unreal, to be honest. having people want to take you apart.
he goes online, the next day-tries to search for "strange armor powers came to me on may 2nd, any other experiences" and comes up with no results. however, "powers" is...a thing.
eventually, he's led to aurora academy and enrolls.
it can't be that bad of a place to spend all four years of his highschool career at, right?
when he's born, his mom pats his head and names him mathias, and his dad sighs with his face in his hands because he had voted for lukas. as a compromise, they use it for his middle name-well, luka, anyways-and for a nickname, his mom calls him mat and his dad calls him luka with a challenging gleam in their eyes as they face off laughingly. mathias doesn't tell them what he thinks (and he thinks that it's embarrassing, really, they have "nickname wars" that make him hide his face in shame as his parents call him "mally vally" or "butterball" in front of his friends).
he's in tune with a lot of the things that go on in the shop. he's mostly used to working with his dad in the shop, bringing him parts and discussing possible solutions to problems that people bring to them. his dad is the one who actually puts the solution in action. mathias does know how to do them-in theory, that is. his mom stays behind the counter, chatting and directing and answering calls. they're a pretty competent bunch, all of them.
they run into trouble. of course they do, their mother remarks sharply over the table one night, talking to their father. their father sighs and angles himself away from his mother.
they have to close up the shop, apparently. at the time, mathias is too young to comprehend what that means-to try to comprehend, even. but he goes with them, tugging on the edge of his father's shirt and trailing behind his mother, and they find a new home, mathias having to leave his friends from elementary school behind. it's fine. they're fine, he thinks-at the very least, he hopes they're fine.
the realization that they're living in a rather seedy area of town hits him one day. it's not that they're poor-he thinks they're middle-class, actually, just in a poor area. his mom has money to spare and his dad can splurge on certain things and they're well-off in that sort of sense. but they live in a strange area-he can see people lurking, filth clinging to the streets in a way that he hadn't noticed it before. it wasn't like it all happened overnight-just that he saw it before, but just went to bed yesterday and it clicked, all turning in his head like tiny little cogs before going "oh". an eureka moment.
it's not a concern until it is.
he's in middle school, seventh grade. he's walking home when it begins to rain. mathias takes shelter underneath the awning of a small flower shop that's already been closed since last week, and he stands there, waiting it out. he closes his eyes, pretends that he lives in a reality where he lives in a world where he would have this outer skin and wouldn't need to worry about rain. he opens his eyes when he feels something...something change, and stares at his arms.
what...what is this?
he moves a leg, and then jolts at the sudden sensation of extra weight. no way, he's actually-he tests it, bending it at a joint, and it moves as well. it's actually...no, wait, he can feel it over his skin, like tight clothing. mathias hesitates, and then calls his dad to pick him up. he feels like...there's going to be a lot that he needs to explain to his family, but he doesn't understand all of it just yet.
after dinner that night, his parents head to bed-but mathias lingers, drawn to the door for some reason. it's stopped raining, and it's dark outside, but there are a lot of streetlights, and besides, he knows the area well enough to stick to what's unofficially deemed as the "safe areas", or as safe as things can get (he's still pretty convinced that one day there's going to be a giant earthquake and everyone's going to die). so he slips on his shoes and steps out. the strange armor hasn't disappeared yet.
his parents had taken it surprisingly well, though; his father had a couple of questions but nothing else, and his mom made a couple of comments about of course this would happen and sighed, but her eyes were alight with interest and a smile curled up her lips.
mathias breaks into a run, the pitter-patter and faint splash of water against his covered ankles going ignored. he runs around town all night, or what he can remember of it, anyways, before he's too exhausted and is limping home but suddenly, all he can see is darkness, and he registers the panicked thought of wait, i need to get home before he collapses on a heap on the ground.
he wakes up to pain.
there's a lot of it. there's something-something tugging on the plate that he knows is covering his chest instinctually with something hard-a pen, maybe. it snaps. there's another one. he tries to talk, but nothing comes out. someone else, however, has no problem with talking. "man, what is this thing? who made it?"
"i don't know, why are you asking me?" rings out another voice in amusement. it's female. a slow, steady breath from someone. so there are two of them, he realizes dimly. "whatever, we can just sell it. hey, stop taking it apart, what the hell."
"it'll be better in parts." says a voice that's uncomfortably close to him. he attempts to jerk away from it, but achieves nothing. his body feels like it's heavy, sleepy, clouded with something. "and-ugh, fine. whatever. we could do so much if we knew what it looked like inside, you know? it doesn't even seem like it's activated. what if it's some toy robot that a comic convention threw out?"
"sure didn't feel like it when we lugged it here," counters the first voice wearily. this time, mathias lets out a cough. he jerks his arm, and they all take notice-all of them.
"hey, it moved-what do we do-"
"shut up, i'm trying to think-"
"just hit it-"
clang.
something hard hits mathias's head, and immediately he blacks out. when he wakes up the next time, they're trying to take him apart. it hurts. it goes on. and on. a day? three? maybe a week. he doesn't really know-
once, he wonders why it won't go away. he's frustrated, and tired, but he-he thinks maybe this'll work, this-he thought about it last time when he got in, right? focused? and so he focuses, he focuses for what feels like years but might be minutes or seconds-and it doesn't work. he can't get out of it.
and wait-no, it's going away-and-
"shit, it's a person-"
"just run, you ass-"
he wakes up to empty space and walks home, feeling disoriented and out of place. mathias's parents are practically in a frenzy, demanding where he's been, but he waves them off and collapses. he's so tired, even though practically all he's done is stay unconscious. he doesn't say anything about it. instead, he pretends it never happened.
it still kind of feels unreal, to be honest. having people want to take you apart.
he goes online, the next day-tries to search for "strange armor powers came to me on may 2nd, any other experiences" and comes up with no results. however, "powers" is...a thing.
eventually, he's led to aurora academy and enrolls.
it can't be that bad of a place to spend all four years of his highschool career at, right?
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Played By: SCHEHERAZADE
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