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Name:
Suria Romano
Parents:
Jayn Sokuthula & Roman Ferrick
Age:
17
Gender:
Male
Ethnicity:
Korean/???
Species:
Dhampir/Reaper
Sexuality:
Pansexual
Power Source:
Energy
Appearance:
Stands at 5'7, has black hair and red eyes.Typically seen wearing a skully with a snow jacket. Always has a chain with him.
Personality:
Suria is lazy beyond lazy, to a point that it's almost kind of off in a way. He seems to have no interests, nothing motivates him beyond the threat of death, and he seems to have lost any sort of passion for anything he does. Beyond waffle crisps and puns, there isn't even anything one could say that he really cares about, and if left to his own devices, he'd probably starve instead of move.
Powers and Limits:
The only power Suria has is the ability to bind objects to himself and 'control' them to an extent, though that isn't exactly entirely true. You see, while to the outside eye it might seem like simple telekinesis of sorts, it actually isn't, as what he actually does is control the time at which the object moves and where it moves to. He isn't throwing the spoon to the other side of the room with his mind, he's targeting a specific part of the room and then speeding up the spoon on the way there.
Because of the way this ability works, he burns through mana MUCH quicker than somebody with telekinesis, though there is value there. Because he doesn't tell most people how this ability works, many times people may over estimate his abilities, thinking he can throw ANYTHING, but in actuality he can only bind THREE things to himself at a time. It is almost always his chain as using it makes it so that he can use minimal effort in a fight.
History:
(Okay, so this is a LONG history, like REALLY long, so if you don't have time to read it, I understand. But I ask that you do read it at sometime, because I worked really hard on it, and it's very important to the character)
When your born to a woman like Jayn, it stands to reason your childhood is going to be a bit odd.
Suria can honestly say he's been shot out of an actual canon in his lifetime with a straight face, and that's now even the worst of what he'd done. For the first few months of his existence, it was almost as if his mother sometimes forgot he was there if he didn't make noise, and when she did remember he existed, she had no idea how to take care of him. He was almost fed solid foods before he'd even had his first teeth, he'd been left near matches, and had even almost been left face down on his pillow on more than one occasion. None of this was done with ill intent mind you, Jayn was just a horrible parent, plain and simple. She was often so caught up in her life and what crazy shit she was going to do next than with raising a child, and her son suffered through it for the longest. The worst part though? It became normal to the child.
By the time Suria was eight, he was used to making his own meals. He knew how to cook the most basic of foods, knew how to make his own bed, and did all of this and turned in his homework on time. He had assumed that it was normal for a mother not to be there, and thought it was okay to take care of himself, after all, she was still there to read him bedtime stories, and in his eyes, that's all she needed to be there for. School wasn't much of an escape for him either, seeing as how he had no idea how to talk to people, instead he often isolated himself to the back while he ate his meals, away from everyone else. This isn't to say other kids didn't TRY to interact with him, he just had no idea how to talk to them, had no examples to base his social identity off of. This was fine for a time, but as he grew up, saw other kids relationships, and listened in to how other's lived there lives, and resentment began to build inside of him...
He began to resent everything around him, the kids he couldn't talk to, the teachers he never approached, the father who was never there, and the mother that had no idea how people even worked. He went on like this for years, all throughout middle school and partially into high school, often being seen as weird for just how angry he seemed. He often fantasized about the day he would stand up in the middle of everyone, and just yell and tell them everything, how he felt, how much he resented his surroundings, and how much he just wanted everything to change. Usually, in his fantasies, everyone would begin to cry, and after he finished his speech, they would rush up to him and hold him, speaking o how sorry they were to wrong him, and how they'd get better.
This, of course, never happened.
Instead he kept on this way, all the way until his sophomore year of high school. That's when he met Sydney and her friends. He had bumped into her in the hallway once, and was almost immediately entranced with her. He knew nothing about who she was, or which classes she went to, or anything, but he suddenly WANTED to know these things, but he could never find her in his classes. Hell, he would ever ask to leave for the bathroom just to look into other rooms for her, but he still had no luck. He did this for two weeks, but he wasn't successful until he arrived late one day. He had slept in for maybe one or two hours and had been jogging to school when he saw her with her group about ten blocks away, just sitting in a car, eating food and having a good time. The next day, he checked the same spot, and sure enough, there they appeared once more. He would watch them everyday, each time for a bit longer, once it would be for three minutes, then five, then ten, then fifteen. It wasn't until he watched the car for twenty minutes that he saw them get chased away by cops, and he finally understood that they were skipping...
...He decided in that moment they were the coolest people he'd ever seen.
He approached them the next day, attempting to converse with them, butter them up, but his poor social skills made the situation end with him being laughed at as he made his way to school. But he didn't give up, and after weeks of pestering, and slowly getting better and more comfortable with talking to people through trial and error with this one group, they let him ride with them for one day. It was supposed to be a joke, a funny gag to amuse them briefly, but by the end of the day they'd found the fucker had grown on them quiet a bit, and from there, he began to form a friendship with the crew, and soon after that, he was being invited to the car daily, Syd started to actually talk to him! Pretty soon, he was just apart of the group, nothing to be surprised by when he appeared. He stopped going to school then, and for the first time in his life, he felt accepted and loved. When he was in that car, he felt his worries slip away, and he and some friends dicked around in a boring ass small town with nothing else to do. Most days it was vandalism, others it was underage drinking, but everyday there was always the guarantee they'd be doing something illegal. They became neighborhood terrors, something to spit at as they passed by, the type of kids old men with lawns had nightmares about, and they all LOVED it.
For seven months, seven glorious months Suria would go out and egg houses, smash mailboxes, piss on front lawns and laugh all the way home about it. Sure, once he got home Jayn would show concern, but she never dug to much, after all, her son was a good kid from her experience. The cycle went on like that for awhile, and best of all, he eventually worked up the courage to ask Syd out, and she said yes! Life was finally looking up for him, and he loved it...
Then they got arrested.
It was just a normal night, and the group had decided to end it off by heading to Suria's house and just shooting the shit for awhile, but when they stepped in the living room, they found Jayn sitting on the couch with a police officer. They had stopped by earlier that day to talk about her son's multiple absences, but she had then opened up about the multiple calls of vandalism and property damage neighbors had complained about, some with actual evidence to show. She'd been silent for so long because she thought it was nothing, but she had begun to worry about Suria due to the sheer amount of people saying he'd done these things, so she'd asked the officer to stay to 'sort things out'. None of them were apologetic about what they did, and they were arrested right then in there, put into multiple cars and brought down to the slammer. They talked about how they had nothing to be afraid about, they'd plead guilty at their court date and get a slap on the wrist, nothing in the long run really, and they didn't get much for punishment from the courts at all, just a few weeks community service. It was the fallout that hurt the worst.
Before Suria's eyes, he saw his friends, the only people he'd felt ever cared about him move away, be put into therapy, and even boot camp! He'd talk to them later, and they acted like completely different people, going around town, talking about how they'd 'changed' and were, 'sorry for their actions', hell, some of them even began to shift blame onto him! He was the only one who didn't get any help, so it became easy to claim that everything was his idea, it was easy for them to alleviate their consciousness by saying he'd been the reason for their actions. As such, Suria became the lone scourge of the community, it became difficult for him to even go outside without being yelled at, sometimes it came from complete strangers, other times it came from the same people he'd once called friend. The worst of all though? Sydney, the one who had started it all, the one who he'd taken the most comfort in, the one who he had shared so many of his firsts with, she was sent to Samoa in some kind of program for 'broken' children. She was forced to stay there for three years, no contact with anyone but her parents, and classes all day about the importance of being a respected member of society.
Suria began to revert back to his previous stage again, and being with him began to feel like a dark storm cloud that hung over your head. This went on for two months before Jayn finally tried to confront him and explain how she was only trying to help! How she was just trying to be a good parent! But Suria was having none of it, and he finally exploded! He let loose every terrible thought, every terrible feeling, everything he'd felt throughout his life! It wasn't even halfway through the speech that both Jayn and Suria had begun to cry, one because of the realization of how her life had affected another, and one due to the pure wave of emotions that was finally being released! Once he finished, Jayn tried to speak to him, tried to reach out, but Suria struck her...
He hit her once, barley hard enough to make her move, but it was enough. There was silence in the room, and then Suria stood up, went upstairs, and locked himself in his room. Like before, he was quiet, didn't talk, and didn't socialize much, but now there was no anger about it, just a complete disinterest in everything. That's just the way that house way from then on, with a mother who desperately just wanted to make right with her son, and a son who was just broken...
It's awfully quiet now.
Theme:
Thom
Beyond just sounding pretty I chose this song for Suria because firstly, the begging seems lazy and slow enough to seem like something he himself would say. Secondly, I put this here because the latter half very much represents Suria as he was (and still is in some ways) in many ways. It represents his frustration at not being able to communicate his feeling to the people he needed to, and also not knowing how to communicate these feelings without scaring people off.
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Suria Romano
Parents:
Jayn Sokuthula & Roman Ferrick
Age:
17
Gender:
Male
Ethnicity:
Korean/???
Species:
Dhampir/Reaper
Sexuality:
Pansexual
Power Source:
Energy
Appearance:
Stands at 5'7, has black hair and red eyes.Typically seen wearing a skully with a snow jacket. Always has a chain with him.
Personality:
Suria is lazy beyond lazy, to a point that it's almost kind of off in a way. He seems to have no interests, nothing motivates him beyond the threat of death, and he seems to have lost any sort of passion for anything he does. Beyond waffle crisps and puns, there isn't even anything one could say that he really cares about, and if left to his own devices, he'd probably starve instead of move.
Powers and Limits:
The only power Suria has is the ability to bind objects to himself and 'control' them to an extent, though that isn't exactly entirely true. You see, while to the outside eye it might seem like simple telekinesis of sorts, it actually isn't, as what he actually does is control the time at which the object moves and where it moves to. He isn't throwing the spoon to the other side of the room with his mind, he's targeting a specific part of the room and then speeding up the spoon on the way there.
Because of the way this ability works, he burns through mana MUCH quicker than somebody with telekinesis, though there is value there. Because he doesn't tell most people how this ability works, many times people may over estimate his abilities, thinking he can throw ANYTHING, but in actuality he can only bind THREE things to himself at a time. It is almost always his chain as using it makes it so that he can use minimal effort in a fight.
History:
(Okay, so this is a LONG history, like REALLY long, so if you don't have time to read it, I understand. But I ask that you do read it at sometime, because I worked really hard on it, and it's very important to the character)
When your born to a woman like Jayn, it stands to reason your childhood is going to be a bit odd.
Suria can honestly say he's been shot out of an actual canon in his lifetime with a straight face, and that's now even the worst of what he'd done. For the first few months of his existence, it was almost as if his mother sometimes forgot he was there if he didn't make noise, and when she did remember he existed, she had no idea how to take care of him. He was almost fed solid foods before he'd even had his first teeth, he'd been left near matches, and had even almost been left face down on his pillow on more than one occasion. None of this was done with ill intent mind you, Jayn was just a horrible parent, plain and simple. She was often so caught up in her life and what crazy shit she was going to do next than with raising a child, and her son suffered through it for the longest. The worst part though? It became normal to the child.
By the time Suria was eight, he was used to making his own meals. He knew how to cook the most basic of foods, knew how to make his own bed, and did all of this and turned in his homework on time. He had assumed that it was normal for a mother not to be there, and thought it was okay to take care of himself, after all, she was still there to read him bedtime stories, and in his eyes, that's all she needed to be there for. School wasn't much of an escape for him either, seeing as how he had no idea how to talk to people, instead he often isolated himself to the back while he ate his meals, away from everyone else. This isn't to say other kids didn't TRY to interact with him, he just had no idea how to talk to them, had no examples to base his social identity off of. This was fine for a time, but as he grew up, saw other kids relationships, and listened in to how other's lived there lives, and resentment began to build inside of him...
He began to resent everything around him, the kids he couldn't talk to, the teachers he never approached, the father who was never there, and the mother that had no idea how people even worked. He went on like this for years, all throughout middle school and partially into high school, often being seen as weird for just how angry he seemed. He often fantasized about the day he would stand up in the middle of everyone, and just yell and tell them everything, how he felt, how much he resented his surroundings, and how much he just wanted everything to change. Usually, in his fantasies, everyone would begin to cry, and after he finished his speech, they would rush up to him and hold him, speaking o how sorry they were to wrong him, and how they'd get better.
This, of course, never happened.
Instead he kept on this way, all the way until his sophomore year of high school. That's when he met Sydney and her friends. He had bumped into her in the hallway once, and was almost immediately entranced with her. He knew nothing about who she was, or which classes she went to, or anything, but he suddenly WANTED to know these things, but he could never find her in his classes. Hell, he would ever ask to leave for the bathroom just to look into other rooms for her, but he still had no luck. He did this for two weeks, but he wasn't successful until he arrived late one day. He had slept in for maybe one or two hours and had been jogging to school when he saw her with her group about ten blocks away, just sitting in a car, eating food and having a good time. The next day, he checked the same spot, and sure enough, there they appeared once more. He would watch them everyday, each time for a bit longer, once it would be for three minutes, then five, then ten, then fifteen. It wasn't until he watched the car for twenty minutes that he saw them get chased away by cops, and he finally understood that they were skipping...
...He decided in that moment they were the coolest people he'd ever seen.
He approached them the next day, attempting to converse with them, butter them up, but his poor social skills made the situation end with him being laughed at as he made his way to school. But he didn't give up, and after weeks of pestering, and slowly getting better and more comfortable with talking to people through trial and error with this one group, they let him ride with them for one day. It was supposed to be a joke, a funny gag to amuse them briefly, but by the end of the day they'd found the fucker had grown on them quiet a bit, and from there, he began to form a friendship with the crew, and soon after that, he was being invited to the car daily, Syd started to actually talk to him! Pretty soon, he was just apart of the group, nothing to be surprised by when he appeared. He stopped going to school then, and for the first time in his life, he felt accepted and loved. When he was in that car, he felt his worries slip away, and he and some friends dicked around in a boring ass small town with nothing else to do. Most days it was vandalism, others it was underage drinking, but everyday there was always the guarantee they'd be doing something illegal. They became neighborhood terrors, something to spit at as they passed by, the type of kids old men with lawns had nightmares about, and they all LOVED it.
For seven months, seven glorious months Suria would go out and egg houses, smash mailboxes, piss on front lawns and laugh all the way home about it. Sure, once he got home Jayn would show concern, but she never dug to much, after all, her son was a good kid from her experience. The cycle went on like that for awhile, and best of all, he eventually worked up the courage to ask Syd out, and she said yes! Life was finally looking up for him, and he loved it...
Then they got arrested.
It was just a normal night, and the group had decided to end it off by heading to Suria's house and just shooting the shit for awhile, but when they stepped in the living room, they found Jayn sitting on the couch with a police officer. They had stopped by earlier that day to talk about her son's multiple absences, but she had then opened up about the multiple calls of vandalism and property damage neighbors had complained about, some with actual evidence to show. She'd been silent for so long because she thought it was nothing, but she had begun to worry about Suria due to the sheer amount of people saying he'd done these things, so she'd asked the officer to stay to 'sort things out'. None of them were apologetic about what they did, and they were arrested right then in there, put into multiple cars and brought down to the slammer. They talked about how they had nothing to be afraid about, they'd plead guilty at their court date and get a slap on the wrist, nothing in the long run really, and they didn't get much for punishment from the courts at all, just a few weeks community service. It was the fallout that hurt the worst.
Before Suria's eyes, he saw his friends, the only people he'd felt ever cared about him move away, be put into therapy, and even boot camp! He'd talk to them later, and they acted like completely different people, going around town, talking about how they'd 'changed' and were, 'sorry for their actions', hell, some of them even began to shift blame onto him! He was the only one who didn't get any help, so it became easy to claim that everything was his idea, it was easy for them to alleviate their consciousness by saying he'd been the reason for their actions. As such, Suria became the lone scourge of the community, it became difficult for him to even go outside without being yelled at, sometimes it came from complete strangers, other times it came from the same people he'd once called friend. The worst of all though? Sydney, the one who had started it all, the one who he'd taken the most comfort in, the one who he had shared so many of his firsts with, she was sent to Samoa in some kind of program for 'broken' children. She was forced to stay there for three years, no contact with anyone but her parents, and classes all day about the importance of being a respected member of society.
Suria began to revert back to his previous stage again, and being with him began to feel like a dark storm cloud that hung over your head. This went on for two months before Jayn finally tried to confront him and explain how she was only trying to help! How she was just trying to be a good parent! But Suria was having none of it, and he finally exploded! He let loose every terrible thought, every terrible feeling, everything he'd felt throughout his life! It wasn't even halfway through the speech that both Jayn and Suria had begun to cry, one because of the realization of how her life had affected another, and one due to the pure wave of emotions that was finally being released! Once he finished, Jayn tried to speak to him, tried to reach out, but Suria struck her...
He hit her once, barley hard enough to make her move, but it was enough. There was silence in the room, and then Suria stood up, went upstairs, and locked himself in his room. Like before, he was quiet, didn't talk, and didn't socialize much, but now there was no anger about it, just a complete disinterest in everything. That's just the way that house way from then on, with a mother who desperately just wanted to make right with her son, and a son who was just broken...
It's awfully quiet now.
Theme:
Thom
Beyond just sounding pretty I chose this song for Suria because firstly, the begging seems lazy and slow enough to seem like something he himself would say. Secondly, I put this here because the latter half very much represents Suria as he was (and still is in some ways) in many ways. It represents his frustration at not being able to communicate his feeling to the people he needed to, and also not knowing how to communicate these feelings without scaring people off.
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