Post by Mathias Gabriel Schirtz on Jan 2, 2010 2:48:14 GMT -5
Mathias Gabriel Schirtz
Mutant Name: He’s fine with his birthname
Age: 23
Faction: Neutral
Height: 6’1”
Eye Color: Green
Physical Appearance: Semi-Long light brown hair with natural blonde highlights, his eyes are a captivating shade of green. Under his left eye along the cheek bone is a small scar from an incident long past forgotten. His nose is slightly crooked from a fight with his brother when he was growing up. He has an average type build, his fast metabolism burning away most of the food he eats. His complexion is clear, his skin is quiet pale, never really been able to tan.
Celebrity Face Claim: Mathias Lauridsen
Strengths:
- Observant
- He’s pretty good in a fight
- Smart – He tends to figure things out easily
- Masks feelings quite well
- Precise
Weaknesses:
- Distant
- Not one to trust easily
- Tends to jump to conclusions
- Has more or less of a fear of getting close to someone
- Tends to obsess over projects until theyre done
Random Abilities:
- He is a pretty decent when it comes to art in any material form, focusing his talents in drawing, painting and sculpting
- Likes to keep his stuff organized
- He is double-jointed in his thumbs
- Can tie a cherry stem in his mouth
- He is a pretty decent vocalist, but he wont perform for anyone
- He can tell the date of most historical events
Mutation: Animate Inanimate Objects
Essentially he can bring unloving things to life, such as making a chair walk across the room, or allowing one of his sculptures to come to life, which he is quite fond of doing. However, depending on the size of the object he tries to use his power on he can only sustain it for so long. Something small, say the size of his hand can easily last an hour, whereas something that is as tall or even slightly a big taller than him can only last 15 to 20 minutes. When he uses his powers he gets extremely tired, often sleeping for hours afterwards again depending on how much force he put into moving the object.
History:
“Can I trust you?” The words seemed so foreign to Mathias as he spoke them to his brother. Of course he could trust him, they had only grown up together and shared a room most of their life, they had secrets ands codes that both of them still very clearly remembered. His brother didn’t answer, not directly anyways. “You’ve known me forever baby brother… you should learn to make those kinds of calls when you approach someone starting with that for a conversation.” Mathias nodded, his brother had been right, it was time for Mathias to make the calls now. He clenched his fists, pushing his mind forward to the small sculpture Mathias had just given his brother, it moved around quickly before falling back into an unanimated state. Mathias’ eyes shuddered as tiredness set in. “Hmmm… When’d you know you could do that?” His brother raised an eyebrow slightly, looking nearly unimpressed. “I couldn’t tell you… I just woke up and I could do it. It’s… unreal.” His brother stifled a fake yawn, “Hardly.”
Mathias blinked, slightly put off, “What do you mean?” Mathias’ brother reached a hand forward, his hand extended to the plant in front of them and before Mathias’ eyes it withered with age to dust. A glow seemed to pass through his brother’s face only momentarily, a grin spread across his face. “You see little brother; I too have found a pretty… amazing talent as well. It seems as if I can drain life forces, granted it feels great, and with it…. Who knows the possibilities? But now… Now it seems like I can’t siphon anymore than a week off someone. Plants are easier… I mean… just think of what I could do…. I could live forever….” Mathias blinked taking it all in, his face registered with disgust. “You’d be killing people then, wouldn’t you?” His brother just smiled in response. Mathias got up and turned to leave. “They’re going to kill us all anyways… why not take a few weeks off of them as well?” “You’re disgusting.”
Mathias walked the park, it was abnormally late for him, but he couldn’t sleep… He had an awkward feeling about tonight, and he decided a walk would do him good; he had been in his apartment creating his newest master piece. He laughed, “Masterpiece my ass…” That’s when he heard it. A small cry reached his ears and he looked around searching for the source, He followed his instincts, a rare thing for him to do, he preferred to evaluate every detail of his actions before acting… but not if someone needed him, or that’s what he assumed anyways.
He found her, curled up in a small ball only a few feet inside the patch of tree’s at the center of the park. She was lost and confused and he didn’t know what to do. The site of him caused her to erupt in most tears and attempted to quite her the best he could, where were her parents? He wondered. She held a doll tight in her arms, again, his instincts seemed to have reacted without his mind agreeing and the doll wiggled a bit, pushing itself to life the girl dropped it, fascinated at what she saw. It danced shortly, then as quickly as it came to life it was lifeless once more, the girl turned to face him, her eyes caught on something else, “Mommy!” She shouted, Mathias’ heart leaped. He turned around slowly, “Stay away from my daughter.” The woman snapped, grabbing the girl close to her and running off, the doll sat motionless in the dirt next to him. He stared at his hands.
The woman reached her house, emotions seemed to have run wild, the girl was screaming for her doll. The mother reached for the phone, her hands shaking. “My daughter has just come into contact with a mutant...” The woman’s eyes closed, the rest of the conversation blurred in her mind.
Report of Mutant Capture: The clay on his hands had hardened in most areas, his head damp with sweat as his brow furrowed with concentration. He let out a soft sigh as the tool fell from his hands, giving him a chance to glance at the clock once more. He had been sculpting for the better part of three hours and with the sudden distraction from his work he felt sleep beginning to set in, it had been a long day and he hadn’t meant to get so involved with his work but that was a flaw of his. It was almost done, he decided that then, he wouldn’t work on it much longer, and in all honesty he didn’t need to. He put his hands in the bucket of water he had laid on the floor for his clay if it was needed, and it was. He blinked, freezing momentarily, he heard them coming. His room was situated at the higher floors of the apartments, and with the elevator out of service he heard the echoing of footsteps running up the stairs, the rattling of armor as it bounces up and down. He cursed silently to himself. He had waited for it to happen, felt the idea form when he had let himself be caught.
He bit deep into his lower lip, blood trickled into his mouth slowly, the metallic taste bringing him back to the situation at hand, figuring more blood would be spilt that a busted lip by the time they reached—a lound crashing noise came from the front of the apartment—the door. He cursed again to himself, gently patting the sculpture in front of him, a nearly perfect duplicate of himself, he willed it to come to life and it shuddered for a moment before running forward towards the door, he hoped that perhaps it would give him enough time, perhaps it would stall them long enough for him to escape down the fire exit, he moved to the window, the bedroom door burst open, the sculpture blocking it from opening completely but it seemed as the door opened the life was drained from it again, He supposed the armor was to blame for his lack of powers, he would have cursed again but he threw himself through the window.
They had caught him by his leg, so close to escape, so very close. “Mathias Schwartz,” A voice called out to him, a male’s. “You’re going to Freakopolis, if you attempt to escape again, I will shoot you.”
