Abilities/Powers: Shiroe is a Mu, which is a fancy in-universe term for a person with psychic abilities. This gives him the ability to: -broadcast his thoughts -read minds -use telekinesis -create a "shield" out of energy that also actively repels what he's shielding himself from (also he glows) -f...fly -with enough power, cause surrounding metal/electronics to react and essentially break
However, the caveat: Shiroe does not know he's a Mu. He used his powers once as a child, but when he turned 14 his memories were erased, and he has no idea that he has these powers at all. They surface involuntarily when under extreme mental stress; as a child the catalyst was the threat of being taken from his mother, and as a teenager it was caused by severe tests (and the result was much more extreme). Items/Weapons: An old, worn copy of Peter Pan; a spare uniform; a camcorder.
Sample Entry:a meme, a...another meme Sample Entry Two: It's a strange thing, being sedated. With chemicals in his veins Shiroe is able to finally experience the miracle of sound sleep -- the moments he was conscious, waking up in Keith's room, before he noticed where he was, he had thought about that and wanted to laugh and be sick at once. When more guards had burst in, it was as though he was still under; through a haze he must have called out to Keith about Floor 001, and then... nothing.
A faint beeping interrupts his void peace and a jolt of panic runs through him like a crack that floods his brain with light. Beeping is a bad omen, beeping is the predatory call of the machines, if he's attached to more things that will beep at him while they methodically melt his brain, he doesn't know what he'll do--
Shiroe moves, hard and fast as if to pull at bonds - bonds that aren't there. That sends him careening wildly off the bed - A bed? - and stumbling gracelessly over himself and down. He hits the floor heavily, landing on a twisting arm and cursing in pain, and then he stops moving entirely. Something is wrong. No one had strapped him to that bed, and no one has stopped him from flailing off of it. Shiroe wonders, not even daring to move his eyes and look around, if this is a new psychological exam. If they will tantalize him with freedom of movement and action and then take it away brutally.
All things considered, it's not unlikely. Shiroe begins to count mentally, first by one up through one hundred, then by five, then ten. The third time he thinks 100! he twists and pushes himself up - winces - and scrambles to his feet to look around. Two seconds, he thinks, two seconds to regain steady footing and run--
Shiroe flees the room, panics in the outer room and into the hall, down the stairs and doesn't look behind him until his bare feet hit loose rocks and he realizes this isn't space. Somehow that abates his panic, slowing him down enough to catch his breath and look around.
Well. It isn't the nicest planet to be sent to. Exiled to, he supposes, deemed a hassle but not enough a hindrance and disposed of more humanely. He wonders if Mother Eliza had wanted to kill him. If anyone on the station stepped in, and sent him here. But in the end, it doesn't matter.
His foot is bleeding from a jagged rock, but Shiroe isn't thinking about that (nor does he have anything but someone else's clothes to tend to it with, and he won't embarrass himself further than this). He finds a big enough rock to sit on and does, staring back towards the apartment from which he'd just run. His new exile. Neverland. Blood seeps into the dirt, and he wonders what his mother would think of him now.
shiroe ray seki | toward the terra | reserved (3/3)
-broadcast his thoughts
-read minds
-use telekinesis
-create a "shield" out of energy that also actively repels what he's shielding himself from (also he glows)
-f...fly
-with enough power, cause surrounding metal/electronics to react and essentially break
However, the caveat: Shiroe does not know he's a Mu. He used his powers once as a child, but when he turned 14 his memories were erased, and he has no idea that he has these powers at all. They surface involuntarily when under extreme mental stress; as a child the catalyst was the threat of being taken from his mother, and as a teenager it was caused by severe tests (and the result was much more extreme).
Items/Weapons: An old, worn copy of Peter Pan; a spare uniform; a camcorder.
Sample Entry: a meme, a...another meme
Sample Entry Two:
It's a strange thing, being sedated. With chemicals in his veins Shiroe is able to finally experience the miracle of sound sleep -- the moments he was conscious, waking up in Keith's room, before he noticed where he was, he had thought about that and wanted to laugh and be sick at once. When more guards had burst in, it was as though he was still under; through a haze he must have called out to Keith about Floor 001, and then... nothing.
A faint beeping interrupts his void peace and a jolt of panic runs through him like a crack that floods his brain with light. Beeping is a bad omen, beeping is the predatory call of the machines, if he's attached to more things that will beep at him while they methodically melt his brain, he doesn't know what he'll do--
Shiroe moves, hard and fast as if to pull at bonds - bonds that aren't there. That sends him careening wildly off the bed - A bed? - and stumbling gracelessly over himself and down. He hits the floor heavily, landing on a twisting arm and cursing in pain, and then he stops moving entirely. Something is wrong. No one had strapped him to that bed, and no one has stopped him from flailing off of it. Shiroe wonders, not even daring to move his eyes and look around, if this is a new psychological exam. If they will tantalize him with freedom of movement and action and then take it away brutally.
All things considered, it's not unlikely. Shiroe begins to count mentally, first by one up through one hundred, then by five, then ten. The third time he thinks 100! he twists and pushes himself up - winces - and scrambles to his feet to look around. Two seconds, he thinks, two seconds to regain steady footing and run--
Shiroe flees the room, panics in the outer room and into the hall, down the stairs and doesn't look behind him until his bare feet hit loose rocks and he realizes this isn't space. Somehow that abates his panic, slowing him down enough to catch his breath and look around.
Well. It isn't the nicest planet to be sent to. Exiled to, he supposes, deemed a hassle but not enough a hindrance and disposed of more humanely. He wonders if Mother Eliza had wanted to kill him. If anyone on the station stepped in, and sent him here. But in the end, it doesn't matter.
His foot is bleeding from a jagged rock, but Shiroe isn't thinking about that (nor does he have anything but someone else's clothes to tend to it with, and he won't embarrass himself further than this). He finds a big enough rock to sit on and does, staring back towards the apartment from which he'd just run. His new exile. Neverland. Blood seeps into the dirt, and he wonders what his mother would think of him now.