Jayce Requiesk

[attr="class","apptop"]name: [attr="class","appanswer"] Jayce Requiesk [attr="class","apptop"]age: [attr="class","appanswer"] 23 [attr="class","apptop"]birthday: [attr="class","appanswer"] July 9 [attr="class","apptop"]sexuality: [attr="class","appanswer"] Still figuring that out [attr="class","apptop"]realm: [attr="class","appanswer"] Red [attr="class","apptop"]power: [attr="class","appanswer"] Fire Manipulation [attr="class","apptop"]play by: [attr="class","appanswer"] Evan Peters [attr="class","apptop"]roleplayer: [attr="class","appanswer"] Hanta

[PTabbedContent] [PTab=POWER] [attr="class","appcon"]Abilities: Fire Manipulation [attr="class","appcon"]Explanation of Power: Jayce is more than someone that can control fire. He is the living embodiment of it. Due to his ubiety being as ancient as the element itself, Jayce can do much more than the simply creation of it. Shrinking a fire, self propulsion, absorbing it, strengthening it, blasting it in bursts, moving it/redirecting, giving it slight/extremely minor sentience, heating an object to combustion, changing the temperature of an object, all the damn tricks, down to the molecular level. Theoretically, Jayce's powers are limited only by his imagination and how he can relate heat or fire to anything. His power reserves, though limited, increase with however emotional he is feeling. The more riled up, the angrier, whatever he be, the more powerful skills he can take. Due to the close connection with his ubiety, the more he uses his power in a short period of time, the more the ubiety's characteristics take hold of him physically. Jayce's skin turns hard as well as cracked, with faint red pulsing underneath where veins should be, eyes taking a golden glow. [/PTab={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}][PTab=APPEARANCE] [attr="class","appcon"]Height: 6" [attr="class","appcon"]Hair Color: Blonde [attr="class","appcon"]Eye color: Blue [attr="class","appcon"]Play By: Evan Peters [attr="class","appcon"]General Appearance: Jayce, at the same time, is common yet uncommon, both because of his physical features. With medium length blonde hair, sea blue eyes, and moderately pale complexion, he blends in with all the others of Nordic and Slavic decent. What makes him stand out, is his how all his features are arranged, with high cheekbones, an abrupt jawline, and a generally muscular body. To the average human, he would, by all terms and conditions, be considered a very attractive person. His body is marked by the many tattoos he has, all hidden under his shirt: a watercolor bird pierced by an arrow on his left ribs, a compass surrounding a skull with an anchor dropping from its mouth on the center of his chest, and a hand holding an aged crown on his left shoulder blade. [/PTab={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}][PTab=PERSONALITY] [attr="class","appcon"]Likes: -Fire -Tattoos -Music -Love -Needles [attr="class","appcon"]Dislikes: -Sickness -Weakness -Spiders -Being alone -Mud [attr="class","appcon"]General Personality: To put Jayce's personality into words or into guidelines is like trying to put water into a cup with holes in it and expecting it to stay. He is a person that changes with the situation and changes the situation itself, everything changing all based on how he feels. How he approaches something, thinks about it, his mentality, what he is thinking, it all varies. Generally, he is a headstrong person, running on nine parts emotion and one part logic, even though he tries to tell himself its a more equal balance of the two. It was is if he was born into the Red Realm itself, for emotions such as love, anger, jealous, pride, rage, when he feels them, he /feels/ them throughout every fiber of his being. [/PTab={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}][PTab=HISTORY] [attr="class","appcon"]Family: Emily Sarativa - Mother [Deceased] Johnathon Requiesk - Father [Deceased] [attr="class","appcon"]History: Jayce's tale is one of struggle for control. His ubiety chose a fresh babe to inhabit with Jayce being the lucky one. Ubeity's usually do choose a newborn to inhabit, but the special case here was that Ho-Masubi was simply too powerful. It was like shoving the power of a tactical nuke into a shoebox. Regardless, the sudden influx of power into a fresh life caused problems. Body temperature rose massively and flames nearly incinerated his mother before the ubiety could contain his power properly. So much for a sneaky entrance. Jonathon and Emily had lived in the town all their lives, and as such, they knew exactly what they were dealing with. Although without powers themselves, they knew what they had to do for the most part. They fireproofed their home beyond imaginable belief. Random combustions stemming from a baby's emotional swings were a common occurrence. As he grew older, the spontaneity lessed although the severity increased as his body could handle the ubeity's power. His parents, not risking the danger he theoretically posed, homeschooled him and rarely let him out. If he was let out, it was with parents and their who knew of the gifted and his special needs. Emotionally, this stunted him greatly. His view on certain things is definitely still childlike. There were...incidents though. Boys will be boys, even gifted ones are no exceptions. Through these incidents, he quickly learned to fear himself. To fear using his power for anything that would exert him. Thankfully, at age 13, the school accepted him. There was no question as to his class, Red. Jayce, although emotionally stunted, was not stupid. This school had knowledge, which in the long term, meant salvation. Ergo, he purposely failed courses to be left back, which would mean he could go to the school longer. No one should live in constant fear of themselves. He just had to learn how to control it all, and the school did such. Now, he's just trying to live day to day. After the world metaphorically ended and the gifted school fell, Jayce disappeared with the wind. He wanted to choose no sides, no side but his own. [/PTab={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}] [PTab=ROLEPLAY] Jayce moved towards the lake slowly, savoring the cool breeze of the night over the death winds of the afternoon. He could see the blades of grass move gently in the breeze, feeling slightly apologetic as he crushed them underneath his feet. As he neared the edge, he could see the lilies resting on the water. A smile danced across his lips as he enjoyed the calmness in the night. Bending over, he stripped his shoes and socks off, then his shirt, before gliding into the water. He kept walking, the lilies parting for him as if knowing where he was headed. They were beautiful now, but he could make them more beautiful. He stopped once he was submerged up to his waist. Closing his eyes and cupping his hands, Jayce focused on his gift, creating a small handful of fire in his palms. Relying on his control of the gift, he brought the fire to the water, keeping it alive as the two mingled and touched. With focus, he could keep the fire from being extinguished or from harming the lilies. With the life he breathed into the element, it spread, moving over the water, between the lilies, and even moving onto them at times. The reflection of the moon on the water and fire, along with the flowers themselves having such a ghostly appearance because of him, to Jayce, this was art. Nothing more than nature in a superior state. He cared nothing for the people of the town. It was night and the lake was some distance from houses. The night was his.[/PTab={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}][/PTabbedContent={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}]