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03-06-2014, 02:40 PM
Themes: Nightmares, Form
Username: Truth in a Green Shirt
Name: Timeo Ainmos
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Color: A quiet shade of green
Description: Tim is a rather tall and lanky fellow with the facial expression of a deer trapped in a busy intersection. He is constantly moving, he just can't seem to sit still. He constantly fidgets and shakes, jumping at the slightest of disturbances. His nervous tics alone could fill several large encyclopedias. His eyes are bloodshot with great dark bags below them as though he has not slept for days. His hair is an unkempt bird's nest, unevenly cut and scraggly. His clothes are ragged and dirty and seem a size or two smaller than their owner. He constantly counts, always mumbling numbers and calculations under his breath.
Weapons/Abilities: Limited Subconscious Mathomancy: Probability manipulation, Low level physics bending, Short range teleportation in times of extreme distress, Aggressive Imagination: High level manifestations, can create creatures as large as skyscrapers and just as deadly as you would assume. All manifestations want to injure their creator, destructive tendencies of manifestations vary. Survival Skills: Running from his nightmares has made Timeo adept at escaping from threats and surviving in hostile environments
Biography: Timeo has a talent for Mathomancy. In another life he could have been one of the most powerful Mathomancers in the multiverse. Unfortunately he was born in a world where magic was exceedingly rare to the point that most people in the universe simply didn't believe in it. He grew up with no knowledge of his abilities, but they have manifested in small ways. This is not why he was entered into the battle. Everyone has an imagination, some are bigger or fancier than others but Timeo's is unique. He is the only man in his universe to suffer from an aggressive imagination. His nightmares are fastidiously detailed and horrible. In his waking hours he is haunted by terrors and fears. When it first began to manifest in his high-school years, Timeo fled from it, seeking solace in logical sciences and his beloved mathematics. As the years passed it only grew worse. His imagination became stronger and stronger, soon it could effect more than just Tim's mind. it began knocking things over and throwing cutlery around. Before long it became strong enough to flip tables and knock over vending machines. Then it started to drag his terrors into the waking world. Images from his nightmares began taking on a physical form, it started out as illusions. They were scary, but intangible. But soon they became more and more complex. The worst was when giant monsters that could breathe fire, or rip apart city blocks would emerge from his thoughts, destroying everything in their path. Big or small, destructive or not his fears would torture him. They would scratch at his flesh, destroy his home, or chase him into the wilderness. They were always malicious, none cared who or what got in the way. Some even seemed to enjoy causing as much collateral damage as possible. And then he was chosen. To battle he would go, a chance to be rid of his curse, to stop the destruction and the horrors. A chance to once again sleep without fear. All he would have to do is survive.
Username: Truth in a Green Shirt
Name: Timeo Ainmos
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Color: A quiet shade of green
Description: Tim is a rather tall and lanky fellow with the facial expression of a deer trapped in a busy intersection. He is constantly moving, he just can't seem to sit still. He constantly fidgets and shakes, jumping at the slightest of disturbances. His nervous tics alone could fill several large encyclopedias. His eyes are bloodshot with great dark bags below them as though he has not slept for days. His hair is an unkempt bird's nest, unevenly cut and scraggly. His clothes are ragged and dirty and seem a size or two smaller than their owner. He constantly counts, always mumbling numbers and calculations under his breath.
Weapons/Abilities: Limited Subconscious Mathomancy: Probability manipulation, Low level physics bending, Short range teleportation in times of extreme distress, Aggressive Imagination: High level manifestations, can create creatures as large as skyscrapers and just as deadly as you would assume. All manifestations want to injure their creator, destructive tendencies of manifestations vary. Survival Skills: Running from his nightmares has made Timeo adept at escaping from threats and surviving in hostile environments
Biography: Timeo has a talent for Mathomancy. In another life he could have been one of the most powerful Mathomancers in the multiverse. Unfortunately he was born in a world where magic was exceedingly rare to the point that most people in the universe simply didn't believe in it. He grew up with no knowledge of his abilities, but they have manifested in small ways. This is not why he was entered into the battle. Everyone has an imagination, some are bigger or fancier than others but Timeo's is unique. He is the only man in his universe to suffer from an aggressive imagination. His nightmares are fastidiously detailed and horrible. In his waking hours he is haunted by terrors and fears. When it first began to manifest in his high-school years, Timeo fled from it, seeking solace in logical sciences and his beloved mathematics. As the years passed it only grew worse. His imagination became stronger and stronger, soon it could effect more than just Tim's mind. it began knocking things over and throwing cutlery around. Before long it became strong enough to flip tables and knock over vending machines. Then it started to drag his terrors into the waking world. Images from his nightmares began taking on a physical form, it started out as illusions. They were scary, but intangible. But soon they became more and more complex. The worst was when giant monsters that could breathe fire, or rip apart city blocks would emerge from his thoughts, destroying everything in their path. Big or small, destructive or not his fears would torture him. They would scratch at his flesh, destroy his home, or chase him into the wilderness. They were always malicious, none cared who or what got in the way. Some even seemed to enjoy causing as much collateral damage as possible. And then he was chosen. To battle he would go, a chance to be rid of his curse, to stop the destruction and the horrors. A chance to once again sleep without fear. All he would have to do is survive.