Logan Lerman (I apologize for the lack of images, my phone is being retarded)Nationality:
He is from south Texas. Usually, he barely has a southern accent at all, but get him agitated and it comes a-tumblin' out.Orientation:
Social butterfly. He tends to flit about, talking to nearly everyone, but never really fitting in with anybody.Power Theme:
Starting out, he will only be able to create a spark 1000 degrees Fahrenheit. After a little training to strengthen his powers, he will be able to hold a flame 3 inches tall and half an inch wide for approximately 5 minutes.
When his power has reached it's strongest stable
point, his flames will be 3,100 degrees Fahrenheit. (I know that this isn't covered in the reference. This is approaching black flame level. I don't see him reaching this point for over a year and a half, unless something drastic happens.) He will be able to hold a wall of flames 5 feet high, 2 feet thick, and 10 feet long for approximately 30 minutes. He can make the flames much higher by either reducing the thickness, the length, or both.
Explosions are measured in comparison to TNT. one unit equals 1 ton of TNT. A megaton is equal to 1 million tons of TNT. A megaton produces 1015 joules of energy. Thus, a single pound of TNT produces 500,000 joules of energy. This may sound like alot of power, but keep in mind that it takes 15 pounds of TNT to remove only a few feet of rock from a mountain, or roughly 7,500,000 joules of energy.
Starting off, he will only be able to produce up to 100,000 joule explosions. I'm also limiting him to only 800,000 joules of expenditure per day.
At the peak of his stable
power, he will be able to produce up to 2,500,000 joule explosions. I am limiting him to 20,000,000 joules of expenditure a day. (as I have already said, I don't see him at this level for over a year and a half, unless something drastic happens.)
To make a consistent increase and decrease in power caused by his emotions, this shall be a tentative scale:
Blood rage (a rage that blinds him to all logic and reason) 10x normal power; rage 8x normal power; anger 5x normal power; fear 3x normal power; frustration 1.5x normal power; confusion 4/5 normal power; slight depression 3/5 normal power; sorrow 1/2 normal power, moderate depression 1/5 normal power; severe depression 1/10 normal powers. Only a blood rage allows him to pass his daily expenditure cap, by 3x normal amount. However, this has serious drawbacks. The more he 'overspends' the more severe the repercussions. Ranging from a few extra minutes of unconsciousness to 20+ hours unconsciousness with a major backlash when he wakes up.
For now, a tentative blast radius of 3 feet will be established for his explosions. This will allow for of significant dispersal for the energy and the force. I don't know what the blast radius should be for his more powerful explosions. Flaws:
Due to his powers being linked with his emotions, they are in a constant state of flux. They could be really powerful one moment and next to nonexistent the next. Since he has no real control over his emotions, this causes alot of problems.
His powers also use his body's own personal energy as a catalyst for the flames. Thus, every time he uses his power there is a drain on his stamina. In the beginning the drain is significant as his body hasn't had time to adapt. Later on, he will be able to sustain his flames. In other words, in the beginning, creating a small flame to light a candle will drain enough energy to cause his legs to shake. Lighting gas would only be slightly less costly. If he's enraged or frightened enough to cause a small explosion, he will be knocked unconscious for several minutes to an hour. Depending on the severity.
Due to his powers being linked to his energy, his metabolic rate and his required caloric consumption is increased drastically when he uses his powers. This makes it even more strenuous for him to use his power to the point of exhaustion. I.E. If he regularly gets full off of 2 slices of pizza, using his power would cause him to need to eat a whole pizza and since his metabolism is so high, he would still feel hungry. This causes an increased strain on his body as it struggles to keep up in the beginning, causing an increased need for sleep. Since he isn't able to get it, he often looks tired.
If he tries to internalize his powers, either to prevent others from finding out or to protect them, it causes intense mental backlash, resulting in agonizing pain. The pain is so intense that it is debilitating. It starts of as a slight headache and builds up more and more, causing him to close his eyes from pain. More buildup causes him to double over or fall. It keeps building until he releases it, via his power. If he is calmed down, the pain will slowly fade. However, the drain is still there, just not as drastic.Personality:
Before the 'Event', Arthur is talkative, cheerful, exuberant, energetic, and outgoing. He tends to talk with many people. From nearly all cliques. Yet, he never really fits in. No matter what, he always seems to get closed out. He just wants to fit in, but remembers that he doesn't truly fit in anywhere.
After the 'Event', his personality makes a nearly 180 degree turn. He becomes reclusive in an attempt to isolate himself. This is to both protect others and himself. He doesn't want anyone to get hurt as he struggles to gain control. On the other side, he doesn't trust people. Believing that if people found out, they would turn him in and he would become the government's lab rat, blame Hollywood for putting out so many movies that show people becoming science projects. Yet, try as he might, there are still times that he reaches out to someone, before quickly withdrawing, that is. Since his power uses his energy as a catalyst, he usually looks haggard. Though, occasionally, there is that spark of his old self.
Regardless of whether he had his powers or not, he's always been honorable and hardworking. He gives everyone a chance. Even when he knows he shouldn't, believing that everyone just needs someone who is supportive, no matter what. He believes he can help everyone be their best just by being there. Due mostly to his past. He lets people take advantage of him, in most cases. However, there are some things he can't stand. Such as, cheating, abuse of women and children, and those who have no honor and no code. Hell, even murderers have a personal code that they won't break. He also desires to know the why's and how's of everything. Thus, further alienating himself. He also believes in the saying, "You don't work. You don't eat." and works hard to earn a little money. Yet, that is also because he wants to feel as if he's earned everything he has. He is fiercely loyal to those he calls friend and extremely protective of them. He may not always get along with them and he won't always go along with what they say, but he is always there to protect them.History:
Arthur was the second born, first son of three children. One older sister, one younger brother. In the beginning, he got along with his sister more than his brother. As he began third grade, he became a target for bullies. He was one of the shortest kids in his grade. He was the weakest. He was the least likely to retaliate. They began shoving him around, calling him names, and generally, making his life miserable. He tried to tell his family about it, but his mother had no advice for him and his father's only advice at the time was, "Suck it up. Crying will only give them more ammunition and make it worse. You have to act like it doesn't bother you. They'll get bored and leave you alone."
He tried to follow his father's advice, but it didn't work. He couldn't fight back and he couldn't seem to be boring enough. Before the year was up, Arthur's spirit had shattered. His shoulders were slumped and his back lacked strength. He let the abuse roll over him, no longer caring. His eyes held no hope. He wondered why he should even care. Yet, still, they seemed to find enjoyment in tormenting him. His father's advice was worthless.
That was when his sister distanced herself. Since she was popular and he wasn't, she pretended that he was adopted. Everyone believed her. That was just another kick while he was down. He began to question why he was even born. What could his life possibly be worth if he wasn't allowed to even exist without being in agony every day? It just didn't make sense. Surely there had to be a reason. Right?
Another year passed and he began doing harder chores. He can still remember his father's 'lessons'. "A man is only worth what his word is. If his word is worthless, he is worthless." "If you're going to do something, do it to the best of your ability. That way, you can look back with pride and say, 'I did that'". Arthur found a little solace in the praise he received from a job well done. It was the one time that instead of being tortured, he was actually given a kind word and a reward. Sometimes, he would even begin to think that the pain was all worth it in the end as long as he had that praise for hard work. Of course, then the bullying would wipe those thoughts away.
Sometimes he'd get paid and he'd use it to buy his own books and toys, just so that when he saw them, he knew that his hard work had gotten him what he wanted. He might not be rich, but everything was his. No one could say that he hadn't earned any of it. No one could say that he only got that because of someone else.
During his 6th grade year, he met a boy that actually wanted to be friends with him. Arthur had been sitting alone at the lunch table, as he had for the longest time. No one was sitting with him. In fact, everyone tended to avoid him. Yet, that boy came up to him and asked if the seat was taken. Arthur, thinking that he was asking to take the chair, said 'Yes' and watched in amazement as the boy sat down and introduced himself as 'Zeke'.
Arthur soon learned that Zeke never trusted men. He had been hurt too much by men in general, including his father. Yet, for some reason unknown to both of them. He gave Arthur his trust on sight. When Arthur asked him why he gave him his trust so easily, he replied, "Honestly, I don't know. Just something in your eyes seemed to register with me. Other than that, I have no clue."
Arthur never betrayed that trust. How could he? This was the first person to really try to talk to Arthur and get to know him since he was bullied. Zeke put himself on the line to give Arthur another chance. Why would Arthur ever willingly give that up?
After that, Arthur seemed to come alive again. He stood up straighter, walked livelier. His eyes were no longer dull from pain, no longer looked like he was ready to give up. Instead, they gleamed with joy every time he hung around Zeke and while he still didn't smile all that much, when he was with Zeke, he smiled a genuine smile. They became the best of friends in a short time and it was that friendship that rebuilt Arthur's spirit. With this newfound strength of spirit, the bullying redoubled.
It troubled Zeke, who thought it was because of him, and in a way he was right. Yet, Arthur let him know that it was because he had found hope again. Over the next couple of weeks, his circles of friends grew, until he had 5 close friends and a few acquaintances and although acquaintances came and went, his close friends never betrayed him and always gave support when Arthur needed it. That was the real changing point of his life.
They gave him the courage to become a little bit more outgoing. He knew. no matter what, they would always be there when he needed them. Some of them he never really got along with. It was like two Alpha male wolves in the same pack. They would fight and fight, yet when the group was threatened, they would fight alongside eachother until the threat was gone. Then, of course, they would go back to fighting eachother.
As he grew stronger in spirit, the bullying seemed to intensify. What made them want to hurt others? He struggled, but never found the answer. That is, until one day in junior high, he accidentally asked a boy if he needed help and it turned out to be one of his bullies. Silently, he cursed himself. He just had to pick the one person that had bullied him. Arthur thought that he would get a smartass answer or that the boy would bully him. Yet, Arthur couldn't take his words back. Arthur braced himself, but was surprised as the boy declined the offer and simply walked away with a confused look. Even more of a surprise was that that kid never bullied Arthur again. Stumped, Arthur asked why the kid bullied him and the reason was shocking. The boy's father treated him much the same way he treated Arthur. Except the kid's father had stressed to him the importance that real men don't show emotions. That emotions were for the weak. The kid wanted to get help, but his father threatened him if he told. So, the boy struggled to find someone to help without saying anything. In frustration, he found someone who reminded him of himself and did the same things. Hoping to find an answer. Arthur became a willing ear and it seemed to help. The boy was alot happier. He wasn't bullying anyone and Arthur made another good friend. Then and there, Arthur decided he would be the person that would always help others. He would be the one to try to understand. He also became more outgoing in an attempt to reach out to more people. If reaching out to that bully had helped, maybe he could help even more people. Even though he wasn't popular, he still started to attempt to talk to others, mostly without success. Hoping to give someone a little bit of joy. In the 8th grade though, everything put that mindset to the test. His best friend, Zeke, began acting weird and jumping whenever Arthur grabbed his shoulder, but wouldn't say what was wrong. Months went by and finally, Arthur decided to demand answers. He walked towards his friend's house, but saw him walking into the forest with another kid. Curious, Arthur followed them. Not much further in, they came upon a stack of sticks, set up in preparation for a fire. They lit it, and once it was truly lit, the mystery kid took a branch and bashed it across the back of his friend's head, knocking him out. He then kicked flaming sticks across the forest floor, the flames rapidly catching and spreading. Arthur was so stunned, he couldn't move. The kid placed a lighter in his Zeke's hand as the final touch before running back out of the forest. Arthur ducked out of sight as the boy passed. He waited a few seconds before running to his friend as smoke and flames filled the air. His friend was still breathing. Which caused Arthur to let out a sigh of relief. Now, he just had to get him out. Arthur struggled to get him slung over his shoulder and slowly made his way out, burning limbs crashing all about them. When they made it out, the firemen were already getting to work. Arthur thought that was a good thing. Until he was put in handcuffs and placed in a cop car. Both he and his friend were charged with arson and no one, not even Arthur's own parents believed him. Yet, due to lack of concrete evidence, the charges were dropped for both of them. It was also later revealed, after the kid had moved, that the mystery kid had been the one to call the cops and the firemen, saying that they had been starting the fire. Which would explain why no one would believe him.
Later, he asked his friend who the kid was. At first, Zeke wouldn't answer him and slither his way around the question. Yet, Arthur persisted until Zeke finally relented. That kid had been an old friend, but a few months before the fire, Zeke had been raped by him. He had remained quiet out of shame and fear. Not to mention, his parents didn't believe that it happened. After all, Zeke was bigger, how could it have happened? The reason why he had gone into the forest was the boy had said he wanted to apologize for it and he wanted to make it right. Arthur couldn't believe that Zeke had fallen for it and neither could he, but he had been at a weak point in his life. Maybe he had been tired of being in fear and decided to face his problems. It would explain the way Zeke had been acting around everyone.
After the fire, Arthur and Zeke were social pariahs, even more so than before. Yet, Arthur continued to be socially outgoing, to no avail. No one wanted to talk to him after the fire. Everyone was convinced that he had done it and should have gone to prison. Even the new kids that had just moved, once they heard a garbled version of events would no longer be seen around him. The friends that Arthur had gained over the past couple of years remained, opting to give them the benefit of the doubt and believe their story instead. For this, Arthur was grateful. He vowed that he would never let their faith in him be shaken or destroyed. He would do everything in his power to prove that they weren't wrong. Arthur put up with glares for two more years. People still ignored him, but he always kept a smile on his face. No doubt, people thought he was 'gloating' over not being caught, but that didn't matter. When his parents started receiving death threats at the end of his 10th grade year, they decided to make a move to New York. They had some relatives there that would help them out. It was far enough away that no one knew of his 'crime'. He said goodbye to his friends, knowing that he would, most likely, never see them again. They held a going away party for him, making sure that he wasn't saddened over the move and they promised to chat over Facebook and stay connected. He got accepted to Major Malcolm Wheeler-Nicholson High. Which was supposedly a big deal. As a Junior, he would walk up to random people just to chat with them. This time, he got slightly better results than his old school. Probably because he was an unknown quantity in the school. No one knew of his past, no one knew of his past social niche. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.
Arthur had a history exam at the end of the day. It was his least favorite subject. All it was was brute memorization. It didn't take any skills. It didn't take a certain way of thinking. You just have to memorize dates and names. It wasn't that he wasn't doing well in history. In fact, his average was a 91! History just didn't make sense. Countless thousands of people died for leaders who were greedy. Thousands died to build architecture for tyrants. Over and over again. What had gone on in their heads? What had the Egyptian slaves thought as they toiled over the sphinx and pyramids? Why did pharaohs think everyone was beneath them? How did every ruler come to think they were ordained by a god or gods? It made no sense. Why hurt others for your own ego? Why send your armies to die to expand your kingdom? These were questions he had. Yet, that wasn't what the class was about. Man's greatest philosophers have said, "Those who ignore the past are doomed to repeat it." Well how the hell was he supposed to not repeat the past if he didn't even know how those events came to pass? How can you avoid repeating something when you don't even know why
it happened? As he walked into the class, he gave vent to a huge sigh. He sat at his desk and soon after, they began the test. 'Question 1: In what year did the Yellow Turban Rebellion begin?' Why did that matter? Why ask when and not why or how come? Emphasis is placed on when and where and how many, but never on why. It was maddening. They make events in history only about the dates and names. No reasons. No explanation. He just couldn't wrap his head around it. Besides how do you even know that is the correct version of events? Wasn't there a saying that went, "History is written by the victors"? Whenever he asked, 'why?' All he got were theories. Some of them would have made a crocadile laugh. Arthur finished the multiple choice questions before everyone else and reached the Open Ended Response section. Before he even opened it, he thought to himself, 'Greeaaaat! Here we go again.' These were the reason he didn't have a higher average. The third question was, 'What was the significance of the Yellow Turban Rebellion? And what was the outcome?' He knew what the teachers were looking for. Hell they went over it often enough. Yet, he wrote something else instead. Its significance is the waste of human life. People fought for freedom and/or power. In the end most got only the freedom from living.' He knew it would be graded as 'wrong', but to him, it was right.
Dating the crush
He couldn't believe that he was actually going on a date with Sarah. The girl he had been crushing on for the last two years. How the hell had he managed that? So many people wanted to know that answer, but he didn't have it himself. He wasn't built like a jock. He wasn't even close to being the handsomest guy in school. Hell, he wasn't even popular. So, how come? Maybe he was a charity case. Was it a prank? He felt so excited and yet, so nervous. He felt like he was going to puke. Was he? He hoped not. He had spent 45 minutes getting dressed. If he messed up his clothes now, he was going to be really pissed. He might even hit something. He started using his toes to hope up and down as he rubbed his hands together. What should he say when he picked her up? What if he said the wrong thing? It wouldn't matter if this was only a prank. But, what if it wasn't? What would he do if it was? Probably hit the first guy who laughed. That or run and cry in a corner. He sprayed on some cologne. Then, he began pacing his room for probably the 50th time. His head was running in circles with questions. All that was left was to pick her up. He passed his weeping mother. She was blubbering about her baby boy's first date. 'Ugh! Give me a break!' Was the only thought to that. His dad gave him a fist bump as he handed Arthur the keys. Arthur started the engine and took off down the street. His free foot began tapping as his thoughts continued to run in circles, making him anxious. Yet, strangely enough, as he knocked on her door, he was completely came. After all, there was nothing else he could do but face whatever comes next head-on.
1. How many pets does your character own? What is their favorite kind of pet?
"Well, we had two horses, Princess and Thunder." *smile* "Princess was an ornery lil' thang, and loved to be groomed for hours. Thunder was a gentle love bug, but we had to give them up durin' the move.
2. What is your character's favorite flower?
"Roses. Oh don't laugh so hard. Jeez! I used ta pick flowers for my mother all the time, but she loved the roses the most."
3. What is your character's favorite color?
"Mine is really a color scheme. I prefer red an' black with blue an' black being a close second. Think what you will of that."
4. What is your character's favorite kind of music?
"It depends on how I'm feeling at the moment, but the three I listen to the most are pop, metal, and country....What? Is it strange that I like metal AND country?"
5. What does your character want to do career-wise in the future?
"Honestly, I don't know. I just want to help as many people as I can. I just haven't decided how I'll go about it yet."
6. Favorite movie?
"Hmmm. I can't really decide. There are alot of good movies out there. It's hard to pick just one."
7. Favorite food?
"Either Salisbury steak with buttery cressants, deviled eggs, Velveeta shells, and broccoli or Chicken A La king. Mmmm. Nobody makes it like momma."
8. Least favorite food?
"liver" *face turned sour as he swallows hard before shivering in disgust.*
9. Blood type?
"I'm A+ person." *chuckles at his joke.* "I know that was stupid, but that was funny."
10. Worst nightmare?
"Ya ain't gettin' that one outta me."
11. What's your type?
"Ummm, type?....Oh! You mean in a girl? Ok, umm....I guess someone trustworthy, honest, loyal. Oh shaddup, I ain't finished yet. Sheesh! Someone I can rely on and put my faith in. In other words, a partner who neither walks in front of or behind me, but someone to walk beside me."
12. Dream vacation?
"Hmmm, don't have one."
13. What is your favorite book?
"Tied between the third book in the wheel of time series, I've only read four of them, and Brightly Burning, by Mercedes Lackey. Love the way she writes."
14. What is your most hated book?
"Twilight. The author took the lore on werewolves and vampires and basically said, 'Fuck you!' She ruined what could have been a good story by removing a weakness on vampires and turning the glittering love struck idiots. Then she makes the main girl a dumb broad that can't make up her damn mind over who she loves thereby creating unneeded massive complications. Jeez!......Don't look at me like that......You asked."
15. What is your favorite animal (not pet, animal)?
"Hmmm....a komodo dragon or an albino king cobra."
16. What is your best memory?
"Don't remember......What? Don't believe me? Too damn bad. Ain't gettin anymore outta me.
17. What is your worst memory? *Face becomes disapproving* "Really? You can't get the best, so you go for the worst? Shouldn't you have gone the other way around?....Fine, I'll give you the worst I'm willing to share. My friend's betrayal. No, you ain't gettin an elaboration. What? Didn't think I knew any fancy words cause of the way I talk? Don't judge a book by it's cover."
18. Favorite quote (book, film or otherwise)?
"I don't know." *shrugs* "Give me liberty or give me death? Only one I can think of right now."
19. Favorite DISNEY movie?
"Frozen. What?! Elsa is hot!"
20. Favorite fictional hero?
Lavan Firestorm or Elspeth. Lavan from Brightly burning and Elspeth from the mage storm series. Both written by Mercedes Lackey."
21. Favorite fictional villain?
Itachi from Naruto. He became a villain to protect the village, but still put himself in danger to protect his brother."
22. Ideal first date?
"I don't know. What are you supposed to do on a date? What? What's so funny?!"
23. What is the meaning of life?
*face goes blank* "To discover the meaning of life....what? You ask a stupid question, expect a stupid answer."
24. What's your #1 fantasy? (Doesn't have to be sexual)
"To either live in Mercedes Lackey's Valdemar books."
25. What quality of yours do you feel is your greatest strength?
"Don't know if I have one." *shrugs*
26. What is your greatest weakness?/what is one thing you would change about yourself?
"Can I say everything?"
27. Do you game? If so, which is your preferred platform?
"Xbox, although, I might go over to playstation.
28. Favorite board game?
"Chess, but I'm not that good."
29. Favorite sport, if any?
"Street football. Only a few rules and no one cares if they get hurt cause they're only playing to have fun."