Post by Mike on Aug 3, 2007 5:58:51 GMT -5
Given Name: Michael Martoli
Mutant Name: Vitae
Species: Mutant human
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Year in School: Junior
Powers: Mike is able to heal other people by transferring his life force to them. He does not absorb their illnesses or injuries in return, but instead "pushes out" their medical problems with his energy. This weakens him greatly, and could be potentially fatal if he shared too much of his life with too many others. He is also prone to passing out if he gives away too much too fast. He is able to recover his energy with rest and food. Mike can only heal recent injuries (these range from something as simple as fatigue to even major trauma like gunshot wounds or heart attacks... but the more serious the repair, the weaker he becomes in return), though he can remove acute diseases (like colds, the flu, infections, or reduce dangerous inflammation), but not heal long-term injuries (such as congenital defects or regenerate limbs)... not yet, anyway. He can manipulate a patient's body in such a way that it will eject foreign objects (such as bullets or kidney stones), though he has not discovered a way to make this process not be extremely painful.
Father: Carl Martoli
Mother: Wendy Martoli
Sibling(s): none
Mate: None
Crush: Not really
Spawn: Not as yet
Personality: Michael is quite a friendly sort, perhaps too so. He tends to want to touch people, to feel their energy and if there is anything wrong with them. This often creeps people out, as most people dislike having their "personal space" invaded. He has resigned himself to the idea that
Appearance: Mike is gettaing fairly tall, he will probably be over six feet in a few more years, but he probably will never be very muscular.
He has an oval face (which some people migh consider ever-so-slightly chubby) atop a long neck. His nose is a touch too broad, and his ears could be said to stick out a bit. His lips are too close to what would be called "cupid's-bow" on a girl to be considered terribly masculine.
Mike tends to dress preppy... a shirt with a collar and slacks, but with cross-trainers rather than loafers or some other sort of dressy shoe.
History:
Mike grew up in upstate New York, in a Reformed Mennonite community (note... I don't actually know if there are any such groups there, and I am not intending to insult anyone's faith here!).
He was considered to be a blessing from very early on in his mother's pregnancy, as she enjoyed fantastic health all the way through and though the midwife was sure his mother had torn giving birth... there was nothing when she checked again.
Though Mike's childhood, he was known for running to kiss or touch everyone's "owies", which would quickly get better. After a few years, Mike's father decided that Mike was called by God to perform miracles in His name, despite the boy's arguments to the contrary. His father would take Mike around to various farms to "lay hands" on animals or children that were ill, and his success began to convince some of their neighbors that perhaps Mike's father was right. That began to change one day when a visitor to their church began to have a coughing fit. Of course, Mike had to touch him, to make him better... and he did, but "better" consisted of the newcomer puking up lungfuls of black ichor from his years of smoking. He certainly could breathe better afterwards, but
most of the community never saw the man again... they only saw the boy making someone choke on horrible black slime. The final straw was when a number of people witnessed Mike seemingly bring a dog that had been struck by a car back to life. In reality, the dog was just paralyzed by a broken neck vertebra that was pressing on its spinal chord... but noone knew that at the time. Mike was seen to be shaken and pale afterwards, which seemed to worry the community more as the news spread. Was Mike from God, or from Satan?
Though they tended to dress conservatively, Reformed Mennonites sometimes use cars and don't force their religion on their children and allow them to go to public school... a family friend from outside the community suggested the relatively-near School for Gifted Youngsters as a way to remove the boy from potential trouble.
Mike's several years at the school have proven to be peaceful and happy for him, he volunteers at the nurse's station and intends to pursue a medical degree at some point in the future.
Picture:
Mutant Name: Vitae
Species: Mutant human
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Year in School: Junior
Powers: Mike is able to heal other people by transferring his life force to them. He does not absorb their illnesses or injuries in return, but instead "pushes out" their medical problems with his energy. This weakens him greatly, and could be potentially fatal if he shared too much of his life with too many others. He is also prone to passing out if he gives away too much too fast. He is able to recover his energy with rest and food. Mike can only heal recent injuries (these range from something as simple as fatigue to even major trauma like gunshot wounds or heart attacks... but the more serious the repair, the weaker he becomes in return), though he can remove acute diseases (like colds, the flu, infections, or reduce dangerous inflammation), but not heal long-term injuries (such as congenital defects or regenerate limbs)... not yet, anyway. He can manipulate a patient's body in such a way that it will eject foreign objects (such as bullets or kidney stones), though he has not discovered a way to make this process not be extremely painful.
Father: Carl Martoli
Mother: Wendy Martoli
Sibling(s): none
Mate: None
Crush: Not really
Spawn: Not as yet
Personality: Michael is quite a friendly sort, perhaps too so. He tends to want to touch people, to feel their energy and if there is anything wrong with them. This often creeps people out, as most people dislike having their "personal space" invaded. He has resigned himself to the idea that
Appearance: Mike is gettaing fairly tall, he will probably be over six feet in a few more years, but he probably will never be very muscular.
He has an oval face (which some people migh consider ever-so-slightly chubby) atop a long neck. His nose is a touch too broad, and his ears could be said to stick out a bit. His lips are too close to what would be called "cupid's-bow" on a girl to be considered terribly masculine.
Mike tends to dress preppy... a shirt with a collar and slacks, but with cross-trainers rather than loafers or some other sort of dressy shoe.
History:
Mike grew up in upstate New York, in a Reformed Mennonite community (note... I don't actually know if there are any such groups there, and I am not intending to insult anyone's faith here!).
He was considered to be a blessing from very early on in his mother's pregnancy, as she enjoyed fantastic health all the way through and though the midwife was sure his mother had torn giving birth... there was nothing when she checked again.
Though Mike's childhood, he was known for running to kiss or touch everyone's "owies", which would quickly get better. After a few years, Mike's father decided that Mike was called by God to perform miracles in His name, despite the boy's arguments to the contrary. His father would take Mike around to various farms to "lay hands" on animals or children that were ill, and his success began to convince some of their neighbors that perhaps Mike's father was right. That began to change one day when a visitor to their church began to have a coughing fit. Of course, Mike had to touch him, to make him better... and he did, but "better" consisted of the newcomer puking up lungfuls of black ichor from his years of smoking. He certainly could breathe better afterwards, but
most of the community never saw the man again... they only saw the boy making someone choke on horrible black slime. The final straw was when a number of people witnessed Mike seemingly bring a dog that had been struck by a car back to life. In reality, the dog was just paralyzed by a broken neck vertebra that was pressing on its spinal chord... but noone knew that at the time. Mike was seen to be shaken and pale afterwards, which seemed to worry the community more as the news spread. Was Mike from God, or from Satan?
Though they tended to dress conservatively, Reformed Mennonites sometimes use cars and don't force their religion on their children and allow them to go to public school... a family friend from outside the community suggested the relatively-near School for Gifted Youngsters as a way to remove the boy from potential trouble.
Mike's several years at the school have proven to be peaceful and happy for him, he volunteers at the nurse's station and intends to pursue a medical degree at some point in the future.
Picture:
