Post by Clocks on Jul 27, 2007 22:34:05 GMT -5
Given Name: Ha-Neul Eun
Mutant Name: Clocks
Species: Mutant
Gender: Male
Age: Sixteen
Year in School: Eleven
Powers: Mediumship
Family:
Crush:
Sexuality: Asexual
Personality:
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Voice: Low alto
Theme Song: Kotodama -- Kagrra,[/font]
Mutant Name: Clocks
Species: Mutant
Gender: Male
Age: Sixteen
Year in School: Eleven
Powers: Mediumship
Family:
Crush:
Sexuality: Asexual
Personality:
You know those annoying ’things that go bump in the night’ that wake you up in no matter how deep a sleep you‘re in? Clocks is way worse than those. Most people who meet Clocks for the first time will agree he’s completely and utterly insane. Harmless, but insane. He knows it, too, which is what makes the whole fact that he has a horribly morbid sense of humor all the more funny. There is no situation that this boy cannot derive something nihilistically humorous out of, even if it’s in bad taste, because whether unfortunately or not, Clocks has no sense of decorum when it comes to the things he makes fun of. C’mon -- the boy deals with death and chaos every day, he feels he’s allowed a little bit of leeway when it comes to who he offends and to how badly a degree. If he insults you, it’s probably not that he’s insensitive (although, to be fair, he can come off like that because he doesn’t care for anyone other than his ghosts) or that he dislikes you, it’s just because he has a penchant for making lewd or obscene jokes when he’s not feeling the air in the room.
That would be an outer persona, though. Years of personal indifference and being subjected to psychological warfare waged by a supernatural entity have made him almost despondent, and he’s prone to going sequences of days without speaking or making eye contact with anyone. Clocks is constantly optimistic because he has to be -- he is physically incapable of any more sorrow or physical pain and prefers to bury all of that unpleasantness under ignorant bliss. Naturally, he’s a very empathic child, but this is magnified to those spirits that cannot move on, or that he feels need his help in moving on. The ghosts / monsters / whatever-you-want-to-call-them that contact him, of their own volition or of his magnetism, are his children, and he won’t hesitate to risk his personal relationships to help them. Unfortunately, this empathy makes him susceptible to violent possessions, not unlike what you might see in that cheesy ‘70’s Exorcist movie.
Otherwise, though, he’s pretty even-tempered, and though he boasts that he’s the ‘greatest human to ever live, ever,’ he has pretty low self-esteem. Comes from hanging around dead people, I guess. Clocks spends a disproportionate amount of time explaining to people that most ghosts don’t want anything to do with you, so unsurprisingly, he’s kind of short with normal people. Not that he’s rude -- he detests lack of formality, and is very old-fashioned despite his infantile behavior -- but he just really dislikes living people.
Appearance:
Clocks goes for the kodona style, which is basically little Victorian boy clothes xD; On a daily basis, he’ll go about in black seersucker jodhpurs, clean white button-ups, a tie and a mini-hat cocked askew on his head. His favorite pair of shoes -- black rockinghorse shoes -- usually come laced over black-and-white striped knee-highs. Although they’re mostly invisible under his hair, he has quite a few piercings, although it must be said that not all of them are in his ears. To avoid any questions about his eye, he wears cool eyepatches, his hair styled over it, or he’ll stick his custom-made glass eye into the socket and hope it doesn’t look overly incongruous.
Physically, Clocks is very slight, standing at a mediocre 5'4" and some God-awful underweight mass, the look you might see on a coquettish pixy plastered solidly over his fine, thin features. There are very few distinguishing features on him -- the fact he's missing an eye is perhaps the most "interesting" thing on his face, as he's very nondescript.
History:
Clocks was born in, quite literally, a town so small it didn’t need a zip code, much less a name. The community’s (a population of about two hundred‘s) income came primarily from the products of small agricultural subsidiaries dotting the outskirts, and so this boy is no stranger to animal husbandry and all manner of raising livestock… which is probably why he hates animals so much. In any case, he was his parent’s second child -- both had been born to farmers, had wanted to send their children to normal schools in the city in the hopes they’d be able to break the cycle of almost-but-not-quite poverty. Luckily, neither protested, although the ride to school was more often than not about an hour long each morning. One can imagine this brought quite a bit of grief on the boys’ collective parts.
As a child, Clocks exhibited this mediumship to a particularly strong degree, often spending long hours just sitting in an empty room discussing things that ought not have made sense to a four-year-old with friends that none of his family could see. When his mother would peek in to check on him, she’d be ushered out by the angry throwing of a nearby object… although her son, the only one in the room, was clearly not the one doing the throwing. This was fine, despite that TickTock was often nonplussed with the idea he’d have to give up his brother to “ghosts,” as the two were particularly close. In fact, TickTock was most often the only one on this plane of reality Clocks would even give the time of day to.
Clocks’s claim to fame came when he saved a little girl in the town from a possession… but after that, the poltergeist he’d extricated from her reincarnated itself and began after him. Unskilled with his abilities in mediumship, he spent the next few years dealing with a particularly strong night-ghast that seemed hellbent on possessing him entirely, keeping him up with horrible dreams when he slept and trippy alter-realities when he was awake. The boy’s days were spent going around to the various farms after school, “blessing” the fields, and going home to play with TickTock, his nights were spent trying to get even a hint of sleep. It was not a good cycle for him. The only saving grace was that the ghost had a penchant for disappearing for months at a time, bestowing on Clocks the cruel hope that maybe he’d left for good before coming back and trying to drive him out of his mind again.
At fourteen, though, the attempted possession became too much, and Clocks, looking for a way, any way to get rid of the poltergeist that had haunted him for the better part of seven years, took a letter opener and cut out his right eye. A fair trade, it seemed, because his moment of insanity granted him enough out-of-body energy to quell the spirit for good. It is because of this that TickTock tracked down a school that would help him harness his ability so nothing like that could happen again, and it was not three weeks later that Clocks was on his way to an entirely new school.
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Voice: Low alto
Theme Song: Kotodama -- Kagrra,[/font]
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