Kevin Barrows AGE:
Face Claim: Kyle Harris
Kevin stands at a slouching 5'10" and keeps pretty fit due to his active (yet nerdy) lifestyle. Until recently, he went to a school where they required him to keep his hair short. Now that he's at MWH, he's letting his hair grow out. At the moment, it's dark and wavy and reaches to about his shoulders. He can just about tie it back in a ponytail, and often does so. He's almost never seen without his faithful keytar, AE-DE
that he modified to look like a kickass sword. He has her as close to him as he can get away with everywhere he goes. He tends to dress in casual t-shirts with some sort of nerd theme and slightly ripped dark wash jeans to keep up his cool, artistic musician's appearance. Sometimes he thinks he's a pretty cool dude by high school society's standards... but then he realizes he plays the keytar, which no one seems to appreciate as much as they should.ORIENTATION:
Nerd/Musician POWER THEME:
Bardic Performance. Or maybe Emomancer. He'll figure out what to call it.
He can incite emotions with his voice and magic keytar, AE-DE. In the beginning levels, he can only do simple emotions. For now, that means Anger, Joy, Fear, Sadness, and Lust. Once he starts playing the song, the emotion will gradually build until he's 30 seconds to a minute through the song, and he can keep the effect going if he plays another similar song right off the back of the first. His music can create new emotions (using both mundane and magical means), but it doesn't do anything to suppress anything people might naturally be feeling. If people are already feeling similar emotions, he's even more effective. People who know what are going on can choose to let his music affect them more, or they can choose to try to ignore it. With a strong enough will (or strong enough earplugs) people can ignore it entirely.
The song he plays acts like a sort of lighter to 'spark' the emotion he wants to incite, and his abilities 'fan the flames' until he gets the emotion strength desired or runs out of power he can put into the performance. The only way he can really control his power is by choosing the right song. Replaying the same song results in diminishing returns. Because of this, he has to memorize a variety of pieces in order to be truly effective. Also, the more complex the piece, the better it works. He can't just play a simple melody with one finger and expect everyone to run screaming. When simply singing, he's the weakest he can be. Only one or two people may be affected, and even then they can easily ignore what he's trying to do. If he can both sing and play his keytar, his powers are given a considerable boost. But people have to be able to hear both. With just the crappy little speakers on AE-DE he can affect people about sixty feet around him, assuming that there isn't a lot of noise going on. If he can get his hands on some amplifiers, his effectiveness shoots up. With an entire concert hall on his hands... or perhaps a helicopter with giant speakers... Too bad he's on a jobless high school income, and can only do all that in his wildest imaginings.
As his skill in the keytar increases, and as he acquires better equipment, his potency will increase as well as his fine control. He'll be able to incite more complex emotions. Confusion and its opposite, concentration, could be on the list. Perhaps even hunger or thirst would work out. His creativity will increase as well, allowing him to make a normally sad-sounding song incite anger or fear. He does have to actually change how the song is played to do this, so being able to accomplish this would reflect a vast improvement in his power and ability. At the start, he is nowhere near skilled enough. CHARACTER FLAW: Power Flaws:
- Especially when he doesn't have the best amplification, people can literally just stick their fingers in their ears and completely ignore him. This also goes for earplugs, noise-canceling headphones, excessive background noise, and screaming right back at him until he stops playing and goes away. People have to hear him to be affected.
- Aside from his music, he's just a normal human being. He can be killed pretty easily, especially if he's hauling around a bunch of equipment
- His music is less effective if people know about his power, since they will realize that any feelings they might experience are probably not their own. And they'll know to plug their ears.
- Kevin can't override strong emotions already felt by other people, especially if they are opposite to those he wants to incite
- Without his keytar, he's practically crippled. If someone breaks AE-DE, he's shit outta luck
- A psychopath wouldn't be affected, since they wouldn't experience that 'spark'Character Flaws:
- When something doesn't interest him, he can't be bothered to put in any effort. This goes for classes that he doesn't like. He's really good at doing absolutely no homework, cramming for tests at the last second, and barely getting by with 'C' and 'C-' grades. He's a smart student, but squanders his intelligence.
- Kevin rarely takes things seriously, even when he really should.
- He can be too easy-going, which often results in people taking advantage of him.
- ...right up until he's not, and he flies into a near blackout rage. To put it another way, he's very slow to anger, but when someone actually makes his mad, he has pretty severe issues with controlling that anger. Sometimes it's righteous anger, but it's always something that he's incredibly embarrassed and remorseful about later. His triggers include but are not limited to extreme unfairness, extreme exhaustion, excessive bullying of himself or a friend, Rhinohiders (it's a LARPing thing), and anything 'magical' or 'superpowered' that would stir anger in him.
- Note that it's almost impossible to use his power when he's too angryBIOGRAPHY:
Kevin came from a long line of Scandinavians and German-English who migrated to America a couple hundred years ago. His mother was a hippy who lived most of her college life literally above a chicken coop, living on as little money as possible, and his father grew up on a farm. So when his parents came together in their financially stable mid-thirties, they achieved the perfect combination of frugality and self-sustaining practices... which resulted in a pretty happy and stable childhood for Kevin.
He grew up in his family home in Portland, Oregon with his older sister and parents in one averaged-sized, nerdy family. His mother wasn't just a hippy; she was also a trekkie. His father played the original D&D and several figurine-based strategy game. So from a young age, he was raised watching old Star Trek episodes and playing D&D with his parent's friends, and eventually his own. Which was an odd combination, considering the second most important part of his family's life (okay, first for them – but he always preferred gaming). His parents and sister were also active members of a non-denominational christian church near his home. He always found it... strange, but held his tongue and got a good christian education despite his lack of enthusiasm for the faith. At least it wasn't too hard, and at least his parents weren't ones to see the devil everywhere. Unlike a lot of christian parents, they didn't ban popular Sci-fi and Fantasy media and activities. Obviously. He grew up in a liberal area, so he's fairly used to seeing homosexuality and transgendered people. His christian background told him that they were mentally ill and actively participating in Sin. His actual opinions on the matter have yet to be decided. Kevin always had better things to think about, like what his character was going to do in the latest RPG, or what kind of medieval garb he should wear.
Life was great until his father was promoted and moved out to New York State. Near the end of his sophomore year. So he was forced to readjust and make new friends in time for all the important events that were paramount for a high school junior and senior in america to experience. So no hard feelings. Thankfully, at home, he aced tests and his old teachers weren't too strict about getting homework done. It was pretty easy for him to get into a good school such as Major Malcolm Wheeler-Nicholson High School. MWH expected more from him than his other school. He went from Star Student to Completely Average Student Who Could Achieve So Much More If He Only Applied Himself. Which was also quite the adjustment. But he seems to be keeping his head above the proverbial waters. He even managed to make a few new friends and find a whole other network of nerds. Life is still pretty good, despite the upset.Miscellaneous:
- LARPS. Plays a ranger who fights with a foam longsword and foam arrows
- Sort of has real-life sword fighting skills - would be pretty okay at it if he practiced more
- Lives by himself in a small apartment currently, supplied by his parents since they were too far from the school to easily commute. His father's new job made them able to easily afford it.
- Spends most weekends with his parents
- His sister is still in Portland, which he hates
- He doesn't have a car; he walks or bikes everywhere
- His favorite video game series is Mass Effect
- Kevin's favorite author is Terry Pratchett (RIP)
- VirginTHEME SONG:
Kevin stepped out of his mom's minivan and into the flowing crowd of an odd amalgamation of people spanning from the distant past to the present. There were people in short, tank tops, and fanny packs walking alongside knights in shining armor. Colorful fairies flitted past people in sunglasses and Hawaiian shirts. Half the people spoke in very bad accents that were supposed to be Scottish or old english or... God knows what, really, while others spoke in their native, New York accent. Cars drove up to deposit pirates. It would have been a jarring sight to see for a passerby who had no idea what was going on. For Kevin, however, this was a sight to instill excitement and a sense of belonging – even if he had never been to this particular place before.
Today, he had joined many of the others attending this faire and dressed himself as a pirate. Which consisted of an awesome hat, a billowy crimson shirt, and loose black pants that were tucked into knee-high brown boots. There were other, smaller details, of course. He couldn't quite grow a goatee and mustache yet, but that didn't stop him from gluing fake ones to his face. There was a rapier at his hip – peace bonded, of course, and never meant for battle anyway. The only thing that didn't quite fit in was the grey and white keytar slung to his back with the letters AE-DE etched on the side. But she did kind of look like a giant sword, so it didn't entirely ruin everyone's medieval experience. That's what he told himself, anyway. Not that he'd be the only person slightly out of place in this forest filled with renaissance-style buildings.
After a moment to take in the scene, Kevin marched over to the booth set at the side of the entrance. “My name's Kevin Barrows.” He introduced himself to the bored-looking girl in a corset that lifted her breasts up so far that it looked uncomfortable. Not that Kevin was going to complain. What was a Ren Faire without ample cleavage? “I'm the keytar guy. The event coordinator, Mr. Tommison said that he had a space for me to play?”
“Vender ticket.” She said in a flat tone.
“Right, uh-” Kevin's hands hit his his many pockets in search of a a thick, glossy rectangle of paper. One pocket was stiffer than normal. “Here.” He said with a grin of triumph. He managed to not
leave his ticket behind this time.
“Go to the information booth just inside.” The woman said, and then her attention was already on the next customer.
Pirate Kevin walked as fast as the crowd let him into the non-specific old-timey gates of the New York Renaissance fair. It was like any other fair across the country – expect this one was one of the few that were allowed permanent structures. He paused to stare in wonderment at the Satyr with impressively convincing goat legs bob by, but soon he managed to focus his attention on the small booth that indicated it was for visitors. Soon after that, he found himself set up in a little corner of the forest that non a lot of people passed. There weren't even speakers or a microphone. And it was absolutely perfect.
An excited light in his eyes, he sat down upon the only thing on the stage; a small stool. His sword-shaped keytar shrugged off of his shoulder and onto his lap in a smooth, practiced motion. Kevin looked up with a grin to see if his little flourish was noticed. An old woman who looked like she just needed a place to sit settled onto the hay bales in front of the stage. She didn't look impressed. She probably didn't see it. Kevin looked back down at his lap, placed his hands in the correct position, and began his song.He was the mind traveler.
His quest was man's destiny.
Dexterous fingers flew across the keys, and his strong voice accompanied the well-practiced music he played. His eyes were both on the keys, and on the growing crowd in front of him. If five whole people and a child who didn't look to be paying any attention at all counted as a crowd. But when he was done, a whole four of them clapped – and it wasn't the polite golf clap, either. They looked like they had truly enjoyed his music! Beaming, he stood and bowed, then held out his hat to receive six dollars in appreciation.
It was a good performance, considering that it was his first.