Kendrick Tobar Thornhill (
golds_and_blues) wrote2013-04-15 05:45 pm
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PLAYER INFORMATION
PLAYER: Sunny
ARE YOU AT LEAST 14 YEARS OLD?: Currently twenty one years old, so yes.
CONTACT: http://www.plurk.com/solarpanelinthesnow, fruitloopsonfire@yahoo.com, PMing here or on my personal journal
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CHARACTERS PLAYED: Emily
CHARACTER INFORMATION
NAME: Kendrick Tobar Thornhill
CANON: Original Character
CANON REFERENCE: N/A
AGE: 14
GENDER: Male
YEAR IN SCHOOL/FACULTY POSITION: High School 1/Freshman
APPEARANCE: http://www.hollow-art.com/base/austin-butler
PERSONALITY: Kendrick is the serious one out of his siblings. His sister would tell you that, his brother would, both his parents would, and Kendrick would look at you and say, “that’s not a bad thing.” He is the product of parents who take their faith and religious freedom seriously, who have done everything in their power to instill values in their children and make their kids take things as seriously as they do. While his brother Lark is sarcastic and self-mocking and humorous and his sister is young and lighthearted, Kendrick got both the promotion to parent all eldest children of two working parents get and the heaviest dose of religious teaching from his parents. The result is a serious person with next to no sense of humor who thinks it’s his responsibility to be an excellent person at all times in order to properly represent his faith.
This mentality leads to problems, of course. Since he’s been taught that it’s up to him to be a perfect example of virtue and pagan values to a majority secular and Christian population, he examines everything that he does. He laments over every mistake, works relentlessly to get good grades, and has issues standing up for himself. After all, standing up to people who are picking on him or being jerks could lead to being a jerk himself or arrogant. As a result, his conversations are very careful, very polite and highly respectful even of people that really don’t deserve it. That said, his beliefs are also so strong he will turn people down or refuse to do things. This and his serious nature turn him easily into a killjoy and a loner because even normal fun like ‘let’s go sneak out and see that movie we were told not to see’ is just too much for him.
As the pressure of being the responsible one has mounted, he’s also developed a deeper relationship with his faith, connecting with the spirits and gods that his family believes in. He takes great comfort in his belief that his powers were given to him for a reason, and even if he doesn’t know what that reason is yet, he knows that the God and Goddess are looking after him. These beliefs keep him confident in himself and calm under fire, something his power also works to fine tune. There is of course one great big caveat to that, which is immediately apparent in his day to day life.
Kendrick does not know how to have fun. He doesn’t know how to relax, calm down, look the other way, or relent on anything. He can be without sympathy, and has always been without laughter, to the point where making him laugh is considered his brother’s ‘superpower’ because it’s such a miracle. He doesn’t do any after school activities and his only real hobbies are music and crafting things. Even his father, who was formerly the most serious person in their family, is alarmed by how Kendrick has a grand total of about five interests that are personal ones, and thinks he really needs to learn how to be a normal kid. Money was very tight when Kendrick was growing up and his family was moving, trying to find permanent jobs, and he took on a battlefield promotion to parent. He did it well. Now he needs to learn how to not do it for five seconds. Stressing over everything and not finding joy in much of anything leads to migraines and poor sleep on top of an already dry personality, and these are the key reasons why he has so few friends.
He has a complicated relationship with his mother once it’s out that he’s a mutant. Her supportiveness and open arms are meant honestly, but there’s two problems. The first is the overwhelming sense he’s being used. All his life he was used as a worker ant, now he’s being used at least a little as a political piece. His mother does nothing but try to promote paganism through everything and advance tolerance and acceptance, so it’s hard to view her hearty embrace of her firstborn as totally genuine. Of course he feels like an awful person for thinking that, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t true. And then there’s the second harder part: would his mother have ever paid attention to him if he weren’t a mutant? If he weren’t like this, would he be worth her affection and protests? Others may have to wonder if their powers make their parents love them less, but Kendrick wonders if his mother only loves him because of this.
These are thoughts he keeps to himself since he doesn’t know who to go to or how to convey them. See, all that ‘maturity’ stuff is real, but it’s ‘maturity’ in the sense of being a caregiver only, not in the sense of being a well rounded mature adult. All he knows how to do is help other people. He can’t show his own weaknesses. It’s not just hard, it’s impossible, and it overflows into panic inside him that makes him lock up or shut down, going quiet and unreachable, fake smile plastered on forever as if everything is fine while he’s lost within.
POWERS/ABILITIES: Kendrick is in possession of a unique form of precognition, one that is both on at all times and also extremely limited. The world as he sees it now that his powers have activated is composed of yellows, golds, a few cold toned browns, blues, and in rare instances purple. Everything looks as it would to someone with deutanopia or deutranomaly color blindness; there is no green, no red, no orange. There is instead only the aforementioned colors, and glows around people that flare from bright yellow to white if they are in imminent danger or in a life or death situation, but is normally a faint ring of purple around them if they are in total safety and security. The average person has a 'flicker' to them of gold and blue as they go about the day. Kendrick's precognition of danger is, in essence, also colorblindness, as when it kicks in and he can't get it to shut off it is both not useful (how many near-death split seconds decisions does the average person really need to make in their life?) and is basically colorblindness. As such, even though this power is becoming something he can't shut off, it's also not anything that is dangerous or needs to be shut off.
Being able to move things with his mind is the power he can control, but he is limited with it, being able to only lift up to a hundred pounds at the most and four seperate objects at most due to the attention it takes. His ability to shove someone with telekinesis is likewise only about that forceful, and he isn't always able to move things with precision. Since most of his use of his powers comes from emergency situations when his optic power informs him 'make a decision NOW', he hasn't really practiced and is often sloppy in how he moves things. A lot of dropping things or throwing harder/with less power than intended happens. The only thing it has going for it is that his powers can work in concert, giving him as much as thirty seconds to make decisions or act before something happens to someone. For instance, the very first time both powers manifested, his eight year old sister Hazel was walking ahead of him back home from school. She flared such a bright white-yellow that even though he was unable to process what he was seeing, he was alarmed and knew he had to get to her. This was the first time his telekinesis manifested, yanking her bodily back from the path of a speeding drunk driver.
Most of the time, however, his warning periods are shorter. People can also flicker temporarily and get out of their situation very well on their own. In addition, when he looks into a mirror, Kendrick can observe the same glow around himself that other people have.
AU HISTORY: The eldest of three children, Kendrick has always had a loving family background, but not necessarily a place to call home. By the time he hit seven, they’d moved nine times in an attempt to find a place to call their own with stable employment. Even when they settled on a city, by herself his mother couldn’t or more accurately didn’t take care of the house, resulting in several apartment evictions until a family friend let them rent out the basement of his house for a few years. During those years, Kendrick helped motherhen the children of said family friend, resulting in him playing part time parent for five kids from the age of nine to twelve and a half. After that, his parents finally got their own house with the help of his uncle.
Kendrick’s history is agonizingly dull due to him being the resident stick in the mud. He knows how to do chores, how to keep house, make some foods and keep kids entertained. What he does not know how to do is get into an interesting or healthy amount of trouble. Having been promoted to parent, he spent a great deal of time working or being rules lawyer to his siblings and later to the other kids. He really took to being a pseudo father well and held no resentment for what he was asked to do until he became a teenager. Nowadays he has some continual issues with his mother’s inability to do anything around the house while she runs around leading pagan events and making speeches and holding down a job at the florist’s. She can do all that but he and his father have to actually run things. Riiight.
This resentment aside, life only got noteworthy post powers, not necessarily in a good way. After all, grabbing people and shoving them out of danger, developing what seemed to be acquired colorblindness, and sudden alarm for people he’d never met are all tendencies that will turn heads. After having been examined by the school psychologist, it was determined he was telling the truth about his powers and was a mutant. His mutant powers went over pretty well at home. His parents viewed it as a gift from Deity itself, which his father already viewed all mutant powers as. His mother sees it as something that is just part of nature and doesn’t make him particularly special, but her claws really came out when kids at school began bullying him. With his personality, Kendrick of course didn’t fight back. Turns out the pagan belief there’s a bit of the Mother Goddess in each woman was very real.
So Kendrick’s mother went to the local news, which snowballed. She became a leading mutant activist in New Haven, which left Kendrick with some mixed feelings. On the one hand, all his life he was partially her worker more than her son and he really is waiting for the thank you for that he hasn’t gotten. She’s never been close. She isn’t close to anyone, really, but she’s going to bat for him with the kind of passion that makes him at once guilty for the tension he feels near her and confused. He’s hurt but he’s so used to being ‘the mature one’ he just can’t express it. Everything is bottled up instead for the sake of keeping the peace and being the perfect example of mutants he feels he needs to be. Having to be the perfect pagan, perfect mutant, perfect example, perfect big brother etc. is all beginning to wear on him. He’s more tired and weary after dealing with his mother’s pressurizing and his father’s happy lack of stopping it than he is having to deal with mild bullying at school and seeing things in a funny way.
But never let it be said Kendrick’s mother is a consistent human being! After raising the kind of ruckus only a mother could but not getting much from the principal, she decided to help her son come out of his shell and sent him off to the Institute. Kendrick is convinced that this will result in the house being a wall to wall mess when he gets back from being at school, but he also knows that being able to move things with his mind could be dangerous, and went to the Institute willingly to get his powers under control. Seeing in golds and blues nonstop also happens to be both literally headache inducing and anxiety inducing as well, so his family agreed that this was the best choice for him. Truthfully he was glad to leave for the freedom that it granted him, even if he was completely lost on what to do with it. That would come later, once he’d put some distance between them and could breathe on his own.
SAMPLE
1ST PERSON SAMPLE:
Good morning ladies and gentlemen of the Institute. My name is Kendrick Tobar Thornhill, and I’m a new student here. I’m from New Haven, in Connecticut. Now, some of you may have heard or seen my mother on television as she became something of a mutant activist in our state. If so, I’d like to state for the record that I am not nearly as… enthusiastic and dramatic in order to make a point. I really am something of a low key guy despite any waves made back home, and so while I would love to get to know all of you I suggest we avoid familial topics. My powers include telekinesis and a very limited form of precognition that I have some difficulty explaining. Both of these are powers I am working on, although the precognition is more or less ‘on’ at all times. Regardless, I’m running long so I’ll thank you for your attention and let you get back to work.
THIRD PERSON SAMPLE:
Shutting his eyes, there was a thud as Kendrick fell onto his bed, eyes shut, face buried desperately against the pillow. There was always a downswing to the upper, a moment of lowliness to counterbalance the confidence. And the entirety of his first day had been like running up a steep hill to keep a good impression going. He’d never worked so hard to maintain a good first impression in his entire life. This was highly impressive when one considered all the events his mother had dragged him to. He almost missed the days of old, standing around listening to boring speeches and trying to look attentive. That was much easier than today had been.
It wasn’t as if being polite was hard. That was like breathing. No, the hard part was the way everyone looked at him. He knew on some level he came across as if he were putting on airs. But there was no way to tell people he wasn’t without looking even more fake. All he was doing was existing, being himself. So he had practically jumped out of his seat in his eagerness to answer all the questions in his classes save for Math. He needed to. He needed to make sure he wasn’t lazy. He didn’t want to skimp on an education just because his vision was such a sore point for him emotionally. Screwing his eyes shut so tightly they teared up, he forced himself to picture green, the color most abundantly robbed from him by his power. He tried not to get worked up over it, but he wished he weren’t a mutant, that he were at home, that he could see green and Hazel was bothering him to tell her the story of The Golden Children again.
But he was a mutant. His faith demanded he go forward with thanks in his heart for that blessing. So he pulled himself together, got off of the bed and faced his desk, where his homework lay in waiting. He had to get all this done early so he could sleep easier, feel a little bit closer to what he knew (thought, hoped, believed) he needed to be. He didn’t believe in running away.
Still, he saved the Math homework for last, and his call home for after that.