Post by Syron on May 11, 2011 18:08:13 GMT -8
Name:Ronald Porter refered to as "Syron"
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Teacher? (Include Subject): No
Powers and Descriptions:
Siran: The male version of a siren. He is able to alter the sound waves in his voice to exaggerate a specified emotion or feeling to all women who could clearly hear it. His eyes will flash a momentary spectrum of color as he activates his power, changes the emotion, or turns it off.
Energy Manipulation: He can harness the energy created by interaction between atoms and light into forms that can be safe and used as a tool or compact them and use them like grenades. However, any structure he creates of energy must be formed from energy he touched only with his body. Because it is volatile material he tends to use it in a safe form, however his focus and strength is increased when the sun is shining. (If this is confusing, please ask me)
Portals: Can create temporary rifts through space(s). These portals require a lot of energy to go to far places, but going across a city or island is fairly simple. This is a new power and he finds it somewhat difficult to master pinpointing an exact location.
Personality: Syron does not like to be attached to people. He is a bit of a loner to a big degree. His introversion is only breached if someone with a high volume of charisma attempts to befriend him. He will generally open up to those people. Others he is kind to but doesn't show a lot of real emotion, more of a formality and pleasantries attempt. He is haunted by his messed up past, but he doesn't allow that to stop him from doing as he pleases.
Appearance: Syron has spent his life changing his appearance. He is somewhat of the reverse of a fugitive. People run from him. So he must disguise himself constantly. He is partial to having different color hair, such as cool colors, when he isn't trying to hide. He isn't tall but is slightly taller than the average person by about an inch. His clothing style is fairly dark in colors, almost as a balance to the hair. His eyes are fairly bright as if a hopeful person. When his eyes change color they jump through the color spectrum and back.
History:
In ancient times, existed creatures who were both temptresses and killers. The sirens of tales. Their voice would call men to crash their their boat in a frenzy of love. Their last moments would be spent to fulfill their wildest sexual desire before being eaten. The wives of the bravest vikings who had been killed by them sought vengeance and became what are known as Valkyries. These women slayed the sirens because they were completely immune to their call. The last of the sirens that remained were the most powerful siren elders. In order to punish the women of the world at a time when a larger population would be more vulnerable they sent their power into the sky, it would reverse its call to women and inhabit the body of a male in a few millennium.
However, their attack did not go unnoticed. Zeus had sensed what they did and as their power went up he attempted to stop it, but was unable to. So he simply added a tag to their powers. The control of energy, it too would inhabit the male to keep him safe, if he grew old enough to learn to use them.
Ronald Porter was born on May 1, 1993. At birth he cried as any baby would. The sound of his voice had summoned a bright light. The baby then cried louder and suddenly all women in the room became furious, including his mother. After another loud wail the room became still, everyone wondered why they flew into anger so quickly, and what that bright light was.
Nothing of the sort happened for nearly two years. Ron began to say "cookie" and his mother began to weep. His father was astounded, they weren't tears of joy, they were tears of sadness. His father watched as Ron's eyes flashed a spectrum of color again before he said "Mama?" which calmed her down. Ron's father knew his son had a special power, but not to what degree.
By age six Syron (As they called him, his parents had a hard time keeping their mouth shut about his power and the research in mythology results) had learned how to make his power turn on and off. By age eight he could control which emotions triggered in women, however he still was a bit shaky. At age ten it was nearly mastered, but he would sometimes mess up.
At age twelve his voice power had shown it's true destructive power and a new power appeared. He was running for class president. A pair of sunglasses were worn to hide the color changing in his eyes, it was also a good look to the classmates. At a speech he activated his power, his aim was "receptive" to have the entire female student body listening attentively to every word he said. What he didn't realize was that he had not triggered what he was attempting, he triggered lust. He began his speech and suddenly every female student, both teen and preteen, and faculty had shuddered. Their eyes focused on him. After a few sentences they were all practically squirming to resist the urge to attack him on stage in front of everyone. By the first forty-five seconds, they ran for him. A few teachers and students had taken at least one article of clothing off before Syron realized what had happened. The principal was in shock that this outrage had happened, but it didn't take long before he realized that Syron's word "Stop" was all it took to halt them.
News spread around the small city he lived in that there was a male siren attending the school and had sent women of all ages into a sex frenzy in public. Was it on purpose? No. According to the news? He was a danger to the morality of the community and should be locked away.
The federal government did not only incarcerate him, but they strapped an artificial voice box to his mouth. It made his voice mechanical as if he were a robot, and it had absolutely no effect on women. It was locked onto his head with metal bindings, held together by a key, taken off to eat in an isolated and soundproof room, guarded by a male.
After two years in captivity, his parent's were able to raise little support for his right to trial. He was dangerous in the eye of the public and he controlled women to turn them into nothing but whores. They all remembered the day well.
Syron couldn't take this anymore, he would have to break this voice changer. It cost millions and they couldn't keep making one forever. He slammed his mouth piece against a wall until it broke off.
"Hey assholes!" Syron cursed for the first time in his life. "Its off! Better make me a new one!" The warden had overheard this through a microphone system to his cell and did not like this one bit, he would be done with the siran. He loaded up his gun and went into Syron's cell, the door locked them inside. "Your done you miserable freak." The warden said as he pointed the gun and then there was an explosion inside the cell.
Syron's hand was held outward toward a hole in the wall. No warden was left, only a piece of scrap metal of the gun and rubble from the wall he destroyed, no sign of the guard. Syron looked at his hand, it glowed. He made a fist and opened it, feeling a strange and spherical sensation, as a ball of pure energy formed in his hand. "I did that."
"Yes you did." A voice boomed and suddenly Syron wasn't in the destroyed cell. He was on a cloud, standing before Zeus himself. "This is my power that I grant to you, learn to wield it and you will have no worry no more again." Zeus flashed a bright white and Syron was in his room, but he had to leave.
Syron spent his years until age sixteen trying to find a place to stay. Here it was. A small gifted community in North Carolina. His best friend was a telepath, his leader was a pyro, a set of twins who controlled electricity, and then his girlfriend who could expand her body and grow to the height of a two story building.
She was the highlight of his runaway experience. They both had used their powers to please each other. She would expand her assets while he continued to affect her mood beyond what he had already started. It was a fun relationship, until they were all found harboring a fugitive.
There was a battle and a shootout between Syron and friends and a special force of police who were devoted to capturing and detaining those who were considered "Dangerous-Gifted." Syron and their group's leader were on that list. His girlfriend did not make it out of the firefight, Syron was the only one to escape. He blamed himself for her death, he could almost care less about the others.
He continued on south where he lived in gifted communities for no more than a few days at a time, he would not let them meet the same fate. He began to hear rumors about a place for asylum for gifted people looking to hone, control and enhance their powers. He had to find it. It was then that Zeus appeared to him again to grant his journey.
"The Syron, as they call you. Take this last piece that I can grant a mortal and use this for good." Zeus opened up a doorway to a beach from the cloud they were on. "This place is known as The Solstice Academy. Here you will learn to control your Energy as well as the Portals, step through." Who was Syron to deny a god?
Code Words: I walked to Mordor
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Teacher? (Include Subject): No
Powers and Descriptions:
Siran: The male version of a siren. He is able to alter the sound waves in his voice to exaggerate a specified emotion or feeling to all women who could clearly hear it. His eyes will flash a momentary spectrum of color as he activates his power, changes the emotion, or turns it off.
Energy Manipulation: He can harness the energy created by interaction between atoms and light into forms that can be safe and used as a tool or compact them and use them like grenades. However, any structure he creates of energy must be formed from energy he touched only with his body. Because it is volatile material he tends to use it in a safe form, however his focus and strength is increased when the sun is shining. (If this is confusing, please ask me)
Portals: Can create temporary rifts through space(s). These portals require a lot of energy to go to far places, but going across a city or island is fairly simple. This is a new power and he finds it somewhat difficult to master pinpointing an exact location.
Personality: Syron does not like to be attached to people. He is a bit of a loner to a big degree. His introversion is only breached if someone with a high volume of charisma attempts to befriend him. He will generally open up to those people. Others he is kind to but doesn't show a lot of real emotion, more of a formality and pleasantries attempt. He is haunted by his messed up past, but he doesn't allow that to stop him from doing as he pleases.
Appearance: Syron has spent his life changing his appearance. He is somewhat of the reverse of a fugitive. People run from him. So he must disguise himself constantly. He is partial to having different color hair, such as cool colors, when he isn't trying to hide. He isn't tall but is slightly taller than the average person by about an inch. His clothing style is fairly dark in colors, almost as a balance to the hair. His eyes are fairly bright as if a hopeful person. When his eyes change color they jump through the color spectrum and back.
History:
By the Creatures and the Gods
In ancient times, existed creatures who were both temptresses and killers. The sirens of tales. Their voice would call men to crash their their boat in a frenzy of love. Their last moments would be spent to fulfill their wildest sexual desire before being eaten. The wives of the bravest vikings who had been killed by them sought vengeance and became what are known as Valkyries. These women slayed the sirens because they were completely immune to their call. The last of the sirens that remained were the most powerful siren elders. In order to punish the women of the world at a time when a larger population would be more vulnerable they sent their power into the sky, it would reverse its call to women and inhabit the body of a male in a few millennium.
However, their attack did not go unnoticed. Zeus had sensed what they did and as their power went up he attempted to stop it, but was unable to. So he simply added a tag to their powers. The control of energy, it too would inhabit the male to keep him safe, if he grew old enough to learn to use them.
The Emergence of the Siran
Ronald Porter was born on May 1, 1993. At birth he cried as any baby would. The sound of his voice had summoned a bright light. The baby then cried louder and suddenly all women in the room became furious, including his mother. After another loud wail the room became still, everyone wondered why they flew into anger so quickly, and what that bright light was.
Nothing of the sort happened for nearly two years. Ron began to say "cookie" and his mother began to weep. His father was astounded, they weren't tears of joy, they were tears of sadness. His father watched as Ron's eyes flashed a spectrum of color again before he said "Mama?" which calmed her down. Ron's father knew his son had a special power, but not to what degree.
Control and a lack of control, Divine Intervention
By age six Syron (As they called him, his parents had a hard time keeping their mouth shut about his power and the research in mythology results) had learned how to make his power turn on and off. By age eight he could control which emotions triggered in women, however he still was a bit shaky. At age ten it was nearly mastered, but he would sometimes mess up.
At age twelve his voice power had shown it's true destructive power and a new power appeared. He was running for class president. A pair of sunglasses were worn to hide the color changing in his eyes, it was also a good look to the classmates. At a speech he activated his power, his aim was "receptive" to have the entire female student body listening attentively to every word he said. What he didn't realize was that he had not triggered what he was attempting, he triggered lust. He began his speech and suddenly every female student, both teen and preteen, and faculty had shuddered. Their eyes focused on him. After a few sentences they were all practically squirming to resist the urge to attack him on stage in front of everyone. By the first forty-five seconds, they ran for him. A few teachers and students had taken at least one article of clothing off before Syron realized what had happened. The principal was in shock that this outrage had happened, but it didn't take long before he realized that Syron's word "Stop" was all it took to halt them.
News spread around the small city he lived in that there was a male siren attending the school and had sent women of all ages into a sex frenzy in public. Was it on purpose? No. According to the news? He was a danger to the morality of the community and should be locked away.
The federal government did not only incarcerate him, but they strapped an artificial voice box to his mouth. It made his voice mechanical as if he were a robot, and it had absolutely no effect on women. It was locked onto his head with metal bindings, held together by a key, taken off to eat in an isolated and soundproof room, guarded by a male.
After two years in captivity, his parent's were able to raise little support for his right to trial. He was dangerous in the eye of the public and he controlled women to turn them into nothing but whores. They all remembered the day well.
Syron couldn't take this anymore, he would have to break this voice changer. It cost millions and they couldn't keep making one forever. He slammed his mouth piece against a wall until it broke off.
"Hey assholes!" Syron cursed for the first time in his life. "Its off! Better make me a new one!" The warden had overheard this through a microphone system to his cell and did not like this one bit, he would be done with the siran. He loaded up his gun and went into Syron's cell, the door locked them inside. "Your done you miserable freak." The warden said as he pointed the gun and then there was an explosion inside the cell.
Syron's hand was held outward toward a hole in the wall. No warden was left, only a piece of scrap metal of the gun and rubble from the wall he destroyed, no sign of the guard. Syron looked at his hand, it glowed. He made a fist and opened it, feeling a strange and spherical sensation, as a ball of pure energy formed in his hand. "I did that."
"Yes you did." A voice boomed and suddenly Syron wasn't in the destroyed cell. He was on a cloud, standing before Zeus himself. "This is my power that I grant to you, learn to wield it and you will have no worry no more again." Zeus flashed a bright white and Syron was in his room, but he had to leave.
Runaway
Syron spent his years until age sixteen trying to find a place to stay. Here it was. A small gifted community in North Carolina. His best friend was a telepath, his leader was a pyro, a set of twins who controlled electricity, and then his girlfriend who could expand her body and grow to the height of a two story building.
She was the highlight of his runaway experience. They both had used their powers to please each other. She would expand her assets while he continued to affect her mood beyond what he had already started. It was a fun relationship, until they were all found harboring a fugitive.
There was a battle and a shootout between Syron and friends and a special force of police who were devoted to capturing and detaining those who were considered "Dangerous-Gifted." Syron and their group's leader were on that list. His girlfriend did not make it out of the firefight, Syron was the only one to escape. He blamed himself for her death, he could almost care less about the others.
He continued on south where he lived in gifted communities for no more than a few days at a time, he would not let them meet the same fate. He began to hear rumors about a place for asylum for gifted people looking to hone, control and enhance their powers. He had to find it. It was then that Zeus appeared to him again to grant his journey.
"The Syron, as they call you. Take this last piece that I can grant a mortal and use this for good." Zeus opened up a doorway to a beach from the cloud they were on. "This place is known as The Solstice Academy. Here you will learn to control your Energy as well as the Portals, step through." Who was Syron to deny a god?
Code Words: I walked to Mordor
