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Benjamin Falkner the basics full name ♦ Benjamin Joseph Falkner, but always goes by Falkner nicknames ♦ Falkner totally counts age ♦ nineteen birthday ♦ 5th of july 1996 occupation ♦ school ♦ Phalanx Home ability/power ♦ Rapid cell regeneration species ♦ human how the ability works ♦ gender ♦ male, he/him pronounsFalkner heals and he heals fast. Minor injuries like cuts and bruises disappear in a matter of minutes or even seconds depending on their size. His ability doesn’t affect his body actually feeling the pain, however. It all still hurts, a lot, but the pain will subside as fast as it appears. Due to the speed of his healing, scar tissue is a frequent by-product. His body often wants to heal faster than it actually can and often skips necessary steps that would allow for a seamless healing process. Falkner has to be careful not to actually lose any limbs or they won’t grow back. His skin would just reattach itself without taking the time to heal bones or muscle tissue. It’s the biggest flaw in an otherwise perfect ability. sexuality ♦ ehhh?? the appearance face claim ♦ Paul Craddock height and weight ♦ 5’9 and 132 lbs identifying features ♦ bleached white/silver hair, scar over his lip and on his right temple. overall appearance ♦ Falkner is just skinny enough to be all sinew and to make his collarbone and the muscles in his neck stand. He has more of an aerodynamic type of built: smooth angles over skin instead of sharp edges. Lots of dodging and little swift strikes in a fight. Falkner’s skin is, apart from the few scars, horribly pale for someone who spends the majority of his time outside. His bleached hair is one big mess, but just on the top of his head, since you cannot really get anything about an undercut misplaced or messy. The top locks just reach his eyebrows if they weren’t all over the place, barely keeping the side parting that used to be there intact. Before it was bleached, his hair used to be an ebony brown, a color that’s still visible in his dark eyebrows. He’s a rather expressive boy all in all, emotions pulling his features into the widest array of expressions almost too fast for the human eye to see, leaving not a single muscle in his face unused. Eyebrows move as if they’re dancing, steps that go from deep frowning to being arched up high in the timespan of not even a minute. The sneakers he wears on his feet look older than the dirt of the earth. The same pair worn day after day because they’re simply because it’s the only pair he has, although he’ll just counter they’re merely his favourite. In General his fashion sense is nowhere to be found. Falkner wear what he likes and wears it for as long as he deems it nice. Some loose tank tops have survived for years, little holes from wear already showing up. His jeans are often torn, the skin underneath never backing up the bloody stories the fabric tells. the personality likes ♦ comic books, running, shiny things, eating, dislikes ♦ bullies, authority figures, everything that tastes bitter, leg cramps strengths ♦ fast runner, stands up for the underdogs, selfless, good with kids, energetic weaknesses ♦ untrustworthy of others, bad at picking his fights, stubborn, reckless, hero complex dreams ♦ being able to stand on his own two feet, raising a kid fears ♦ being locked away, dying, opening up to others overall personality ♦ Falkner doesn’t want you to think he feels anything. To the outside world he tries to keep up an aura of carelessness, although he fails miserably at that. In truth he’s a passionate bundle of energy stuck in the body of a young man. He always refuses any advice, convinced that he knows best. Over the years he acquired a sense of recklessness, maybe even a gloating sense of pride because of his ability. Convinced that he’s able to handle whatever it is that comes right at him because he’s sure that he’s seen just about anything in life and wouldn’t mind some new action every once in a while. It’s a naive way of thinking, Falkner is horribly in denial over the fact that he has the heart to stand up for someone else. He’s very defensive about everything that has to do with feelings in general, honestly. Not afraid to get into fights, he will do anything to defend the ones that need it or just, you know, try to beat up people who seem to annoy him on a daily basis. It’s a soft spot he musters for the underdog, maybe because he sees himself in them. One could almost even call it a hero complex. It has helped that over the years he grew a bit taller, faster and a whole lot more reckless/stupid although he hasn't quite figured out yet that he may not be the fighting type. He never had an authority voice telling him what he could and could not have -or well he mostly refused to listen/stay home anyway-. When out with his best friend Falkner quickly adapted easy and fast ways to just snatch what he liked to have in his hands. When things go missing, especially coins or jewelry, it’s mostly him who has the stuff in his hands seconds later, rolling it around in his palms to revel in its beauty. He isn’t very subtle in his crimes, almost making to seem like he wants to get caught or maybe it’s just because he has no real desire to keep the things he decides to steal after all. It is, perhaps, part of that childish curiosity that still seems to be embedded in his personality. A horrible habit of desperately needing to know all the things others keep from him is something that never grew out of him, even at the age of nineteen. It lies in things like wanting to know what’s behind ‘forbidden entry’ signs or how long he can manage on his own in situations others call him nuts for. Falkner has the tendency to always look ahead, doesn’t bother to dwell in the past. Not even his closest friends know anything about it, don’t know what happened at home except for the fact that his mother learned him how to make clam chowder on a rainy morning in July when he was eight. His history is a subject that is capable of wiping his confidence off of his face. It’s something he tends to ignore under any circumstance, the never ending thrumming of his fingers or the jumping of his legs the only indication that he wants to move on. the history father ♦ Andrew, 45, farmer mother ♦ Maria, 40, housewife siblings ♦ one brother, Jeremiah important people ♦ he has a best friend Gabriel, but lost contact with him a while ago. hometown ♦ Alvin, Illinois overall history ♦ So it all starts off in this little ranch in Illinois. It was that happy family idea: little house, wife, husband and two kids with some random stray walking around between the horses somewhere. He doesn’t remember much of it, except for the fact that his brother was the biggest pain in the ass he ever encountered. His family were what Falkner likes to call: “stupid little Christians with their heads so far up their ass they’re completely blind to the rest of the world.” Not that he can say such things with that stupid necklace he always wears and the little broken pocket edition bible that he brought along on his life journey. Everything was relatively fine until the boy was around 10 years old. It’s all a blur to him now, barely remembers his parents fighting, cursing and calling names. It had happened after he had fallen from a tree, broke his leg and a Doctor’s visit later they’d found out Benjamin was weird, not as normal as his brother Jeremiah was. His father blamed his mother. He liked blaming stuff on her. The next day his father was gone. His mother couldn’t take care of the both of the boys, especially with the farm and all. So she kinda ditched Benjamin, the abnormal one, and gave him to aunt Helen His healing factor wasn’t as quick as it is these days. Cuts and bruises took about a day to completely vanish and honestly he never dared to let worse stuff happen. The boy got a little less reckless and avoided just about anything that even remotely resembled the incident that had set everything in motion. Benjamin never really knew the woman that was his aunt because his family had never driven miles for something that wasn’t ‘worth the money’, so driving a good few hours to see a relative wasn’t on the agenda, really. Turned out his aunt Helen already had 6 kids walking around there so they preferred the boy’s room to his company. In the end they never noticed when he was gone, playing with the neighbor kid a few miles up the road. Little Gabriel lived with his grandmother because his parents had died in a fire a few years before Benjamin met him; and that was all he the boy knew about the other. Gabriel still had those burn scars all over his arms, but apart from that he was just that curly blond little asshole who had some anger management issues and sneaked out a lot because he wasn’t allowed to see people. He was glad when he saw Benjamin, but to this day Falkner still believes it wasn’t such a big deal. Obviously everyone was more fun than an old man who wouldn’t let you win in a game of chess. One day Gabriel was angry and the fire that came with that was enough explanation for Falkner. It took me about a good hour or two for the burns on Falkner’s skin to disappear. It worked out because he could handle Gabriel’s outbursts. It hurt obviously but no permanent damage so they managed. So when they figured they’d have enough enough and were 17, they just took off, off to a place baptized with the title of a better life because surely people would understand there. The both of them ended up Phalanx Home after months of not-so-sacred drivers that gave them lifts, shabby motels, codenames because both boys believed to be their own kind of superheroes and, God, lots of take out food. Gabriel chickened out in the end, left Falkner a note on the last motel bed with the promise to write him as soon as he settled. He did receive some letters, but they soon stopped coming. the role player alias ♦ Sammeh age ♦ 20 pronouns ♦ She/her code ♦ ADMIN EDIT other characters ♦ none! |
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