Emery Callious
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Full Name: Emery Callious
Alias: Emer
Alliance: Fanallan
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Nationality: Russian
Birthday: January 8th
Occupation: Spy, Hunting Spys, Tracking Individuals, Assissin.
Powers/Abilities:
Telepathy: He can hear the thoughts of individuals, which can be disorianting in a crowded area. When in a city it can get him quite the headache.
Psychometric: He can sense things which have occured to a individual or object, either by touch or through eye contact, though he has to concentrate hard.
Casting: When looking into the eyes of a individual he can, depending on there will power, can basically overriding there mind. They see things, memories of bad things which happened, everything they've done, past thoughts, feelings, future events, even how they are going to die. This can leave them sobbing on the floor for days, or completely kill there mind. It all depends on how long they look, and how powerful there mind and will is. This takes a lot of energy, and depending on the power of the opposite mind can cause in serious exuastion or even death in both parcipitants. It can also back fire, especially with the more powerful mind.
Appearance:
Emery is around 5'11, or at least somewhere in that range. He's a rather slight figure, weighing in at 162 lbs. He has whip-like, wiry muscles, hardened from training and practicing. He has narrow shoulders and even a more narrow waist, though not extremely so. He is thin and agile, built for speed and agility rather then raw strength. He uses his quickness for his advantage, and is a expert in martial arts and where the pressure points are located. His skin is pale, though not ghostly so. His fingers are thin and clever, excellent at picking locks. While he doesn't make a habit of it, it proves a useful skill in a trick situation.
His features are attractive, though not amazingly so, and are softer, making him seem younger then he actually is. He doesn't have baby fat, but more subtle features. He has a straight nose, and thoughtful, intelligent gray eyes. They have that disconcerting ability to peer through you, which, ironically, they can. His hair is a light hazel brown, cut longer in the back then in the front, stopping a bit above his eyes, and discheveled. His skin is unblemish, except for a scar under his eyes. It starts a quarter of a inch below each one, and stretch horizonatally across the bridge of his nose. It's pale silver in color, and in bright light almost invisible. He is on the good looking side of the normal spectrum, but he isn't too noticeable in a crowd, a good trait for a spy.
Emery has few scars, though he has two brands. Each brand is the same, the insginia of a caught mutant, so people of the Allegience know who he is. One is located under his palm, on the buttom of his wrist, the other just below the base of his neck. Because of this he wears gloves to cover it without seeming suspicious. His clothing is normal, nothing out the oridinary. Black or tan trousers, white long sleeve shirt which a hooded black jacket. As for weapons he carries few, a knive on the bottom of each sleeve, under his wrist, one in his boot, and another hidden under the collar of his shirt. All perfectly balanced for throughing, and each with a knick to help stop bigger weapons, such as daggers or swords.
Personality:
Emery has a rather calm, serious personality. It doesn't mean he doesn't like to have fun, but he isn't the type to start a riot. He is, however, a very curious person, obbsessed about learning. He is careful though, and clever, having a very good memory. You usually only have to tell him something once and he'll remember it word for word, memory for memory, expression for expression. These attributes make him a very talented spy and spy hunter, and his powers usually work to his advantage. When not under stress(I.E, in battle, etc), he is generally a nice, helpful person. He doesn't usually make a effort to start a relationship though.
He can turn as cold and as hard as stone when he has to, and though he doesn't enjoy it, can kill without a second thought. He is swift and quick though, not wanting to cause unneceassiry pain. Besides, he has only to ask the right question, and they usually think the answer, and then think, 'must not say.' He hates it though when he hurts someone with his powers without meaning too, and telepathy does have a few drawbacks. For example, he might address someone's thoughts rather then there actual words, which make for awkward, usually dangerous moments.
Strengths:
Martial Arts
Knives
Finding information out
Languages, he knows over 15 different ones, though half are only pidgin.
Weaknesses:
Brands which give off who he is
More powerful minds
He is as suseptiable to physical harm as any other human
Power can backfire, and cause unnecissary problems.
History:
Emery was born to a small, Russian family, to Ali and Kita Callious, a rich family who lived in the bustling city, where the Alligience swarmed. Kita, his spirited mother, was a mutant, and had 'forgotten to tell Ali,'. She, like him, dealt with powers of the mind, though she was an empath. When she told Ali of this he didn't exactly take it to well. He basically left her, choosing his own life and position in it over family and risking his neck, though he didn't tell on her. Still, it left her moneyless with a small child. They lived in the streets till she fell in love with a normal human, Sarid, who didn't feel any different about them being mutants. He was richer, but still fairly poor. They did manage to get a house though.
At 3 Emery started showing his powers. It didn't end well whenever he did. Russia was not the place for a young mutant who didn't control his powers. It started with telepathy, answering peoples thoughts, sometimes which his own. People grew suspicious, and they spent tense nights fleeing from there house in the night to avoid prosequetion. Sarid never repremanded him, he was a sweet, sensitive man who wouldn't hurt a fly. Even on his fifth birthday.
Emery was being beaten up by a gang of older kids, who had started to catch on to what he was. He then looked into the leaders eyes, his own unmoving. 30 seconds later, the kid fell sobbing to the ground, and was never the same. Of course, they had to move, yet again. This life style continued till he turned 11. Someone had leaked to the Alligience, who attacked on a cold January night. In the ensueing brawl, he watched his mother first get tortured when they tried to make her give away his location, then killed. Sarid tried to take him away, but Emery was terrified, didn't know what he was doing. His adoptive father turned into a potato after glancing into his eyes. They soldiers caught him, though they let him go after branding his neck and wrist, slicing across the front of his face.
Emery ran away, fleeing across the country, until he landed safely in China, where, at the young age of 15, he joined the Rebellion. Sense then he has been training, adjusting to his new situation, and growing in ranks. He travelled most of the time, gathering information, infilutrating Alligience owned countries to gather information.
Family Tree:
Mother: Kita, deceased.
Father: Ali, where abouts unknown, somewhere in Russia.
Adopted Father: Sarid, brain is blasted.
Likes:
Night time,
Learning
Cats and mice.
Races
Dislikes:
Alligience
People who see the world in black and white
Alcohol
Other Info: N/A
RP SAMPLE:
Walking swiftly down the empty hall, Emery shifted his steely eyes from side to side, watching for signs of movement. It was high time to be going, and his fingers stretched to grip the knife hidden under his wrist. He tried to keep his expression calm, acting as if nothing was occuring. He relaxed his shoulders, slowed his step, even as he heard the pounding of a guards footsteps. A moment later he saw the man turn around the corner, triumphant expression on the harsh face.
"You! Stop!"
Emery smiled indulgently, raising his hands as if to say, 'I have nothing to hide. The soldier approached, holding a short sword in his left hand. His right jerked out, yanking and twisting Emery's left arm, looking closely at the brand. A sneer appeared on his face, and he opened his mouth. Emery knew what he was about to say. Ha! A mutant! Your dead now, freak. But he hadn't the chance.
"Dermic, is it? Dermic, look at me." The guard, as if pulled, met Emery's pale gray eyes. The reaction was imidiate. He froze up, muscles clenching, mouth dropping open in silent horror, before falling on his butt, clawing at his face. Emery looked away, muttering something about weak minds, before stepping over the man. Running away, he could still hear the dry sobs of the man who had threatened his life.
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