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leviathan. · Jan 26, 2020

❝ oh, how the mighty have fallen.❞

leviathan. · Jan 26, 2020

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MICHAEL.

MICHAEL.

lay down your lies at his door.

✧ ✧ ✧ — ❝ general. ❞

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name

michael kirk
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alias

angel
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age

23
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gender

[/div] male
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orient

[/div] repressed
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pob

[/div] old york district, new york republic
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dob

[/div] april 3
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zodiac

[/div] aries
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alignment

[/div] vigilante

❝ appearance. ❞ — ✧ ✧ ✧

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faceclaim

[/div] andrew garfield
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ethnicity

[/div] white
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height

[/div] 6"0
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build

[/div] strong but lean, possibly malnourished.
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scent

[/div] chalk & citrus
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scars

[/div] michael has various wounds on his body, all in varying stages of healing.
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markings

[/div] scattered moles, three in a triangle on his neck.
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features

[/div] corded muscle, a gaunt face, and a thousand yard stare.

✧ ✧ ✧ — ❝ psyche. ❞

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overview

[/div] a up-and-coming but deeply broken vigilante, michael is obsessed with ridding the world of liars and devils. which is to say, nearly everyone in NYR. too bad he can barely go outside in daylight without breaking down at the threshold of his door.

at night though, it’s a different story.

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virtues

[/div] extremely loyal, perceptive, traditionally intelligent, persevering/determined to the point of a complex, not afraid of pain

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vices

[/div] extremely misanthropic, violent, dangerously self-flagellating, socially inept, hard on himself and others, quick to anger & very slow to forgive, narrow-minded, so much catholic guilt, takes bad care of himself

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habits

[/div] picks at wounds when agitated, repeats, repeats words, sleeps all day, keeps the television on 24/7 to drown out his thoughts, goes on runs when angry, works out every sunday to the point of exhaustion, never starts something he doesn't intend to finish.

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fears

[/div] they fester inside him like living knives.

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ailments

[/div] mild agoraphobia, depression, anger issues, severely stunted social & emotional development

❝ ability. ❞ — ✧ ✧ ✧

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power

[/div] confessional
anyone within a 10 foot radius of michael becomes unable to lie. people also involuntarily respond with the truth when asked or prompted. this is a passive ability, and michael cannot turn it off. he can, however, extend it. the record so far is about half a mile. the radius can also involuntarily extend, depending on emotional stability.

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weaknesses

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his power can be easily negated by staying silent and wearing earplugs. however, if a question or prompt is heard and registered, the victim will be forced to respond.
has a proximity gradient—when at 10 ft, on the bare edges, you're strongly compelled to tell the truth, but you can lie if you consciously fight it, when completely inside you have to tell the truth, but you can pick the words & how to say it, and within 5 ft you tell the truth, and nothing but the truth. this range increases proportionately when the circle is expanded.
the world, when stripped of pretense, is a terrible place.

✧ ✧ ✧ — ❝ in-depth. ❞

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bio

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was born to a religious family in sunnyside, old york
for the first 11 years of michael's life, he was raised in a severe, disciplinary household that believed in God & respectability above all.
it might sound stifling, because it was, but there was a deep love that came side to side with the scoldings, so he could honestly say he had a pretty happy childhood.
but turns out, love really doesn't run that deep, and michael's life changed for the worse when he came down with power fever, as it were, during freshman year of middle school.
abruptly, the attitude people took towards him rapidly (not his peers, which, if you think about it, is a cruel kindness), inconceivably changed.
the details are both sordid and graphic, and not included here. but rest assured, michael was afraid. as a 6th grader raised to believe in the innate goodness of his parents and authority figures, raised to believe they told no lie, it was like drowning in cold water.

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skills

[/div] almost pathologically high pain tolerance, fckin ripped holy shit, unpredictable, IT proficiency, high IQ, hyperfocused, motivated, and vigilant. goal-oriented and willing to go to any length to get a desired result.
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weaknesses

[/div] weak to good food, touch starved, easily goaded, not charming at all, a shell of himself during the day. rationalizes his behavior, glass cannon, has a tendency to delude himself.
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weapons

[/div] a dented metal baseball bat and a weighted crowbar. michael also uses his fists.
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theme song

[/div] blood // water by grandson

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✧ — ❝ thou shalt not lie.❞

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vxnilla · Jan 28, 2020

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NO REST FOR THE WICKED

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full name

ingrid declan caverly

alias

centurion

age

25 years old

date of birth

november 21

hometown

new york

zodiac

scorpio

alignment

corporate superhero

nationality

american

gender

cisgender male

sexuality

finds no need to put a label on it

religious affiliation

atheist

languages

english, spanish, french, russian

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hair color & length : somewhere between dark brown and black, it's thick and always meticulously styled, and he keeps it long enough to comb back without looking unkempt

eye color & shape : more on the latter end of the blue-green spectrum, they're deep-set and unfairly striking, scored by strong lashes and a frustrating inscrutability

height : six foot (183 cm), but with the kind of presence that makes him seem taller

build : with broad shoulders that taper into the stereotypical slim waist, he has the muscle definition that speaks to a lifetime of having the privilege to indulge in a healthy diet and rigorous workout regime

scent : sandalwood

tattoos & piercings : none for now

scars : he has a handful of minor ones, the sort that are typical in this line of work, but his most significant are a silvery slash from a knife opening up the length of his thigh and a gunshot scar on his lower abdomen

distinguishing features : with a face and body like that, he's some special kind of pretty, but aside from that, people have tended to remark on his eyes and the remarkable intensity of his gaze

face claim : alfredo hernandez de la cruz

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❛ overview ❜

suave, magnetic, and utterly ruthless, ingrid makes it a point to ensure that everyone in the room knows that he's the most powerful piece on the board. "all that beauty is surface-level," they tell each other, but his black heart and lack of morals is exactly what has them paying him five, six figures to work for them. make no mistake, he almost certainly won't be the one driving the knife into your back, but he'd hand you the knife he wants you to stab yourself with—and, the thing is? you'd do it.

❛ virtues ❜

self-assured, charismatic, not that much of a virtue but yea he's fcking pretty, efficient, clever, almost undoubtedly two steps ahead of you at any given time, ambitious, silver-tongued, the kind of latent natural talent that makes him good at practically anything he tries his hand at, self-possessed

❛ vices ❜

cold-hearted, looks out for #1 and #1 only, selfish, mistrustful, literally unable to have one (1) nice thing done for him without materializing a dozen ulterior motives for why it was done, emotionally unavailable, unscrupulous, reduces his own self-worth to only what can be measured by external validation, deceitful, prone to repressing anything he deems "useless" or "a liability" (including emotions, trauma, etc.)

❛ habits ❜

when the choice is his, he barely fills up his wine glasses—both so he can swirl the liquid absent-mindedly, and also because he's not fond of the loss of his inhibitions when he gets drunk or even tipsy / he raises his chin almost imperceptibly when he feels like he's being challenged, and he narrows his eyes when he's intrigued or displeased (so, really, 50/50 shot about which one it is) / he always, without fail, wakes up before dawn / will only ever drink from a previously sealed bottle or his own flask / he never takes someone to bed if the age gap between them is greater than five years in either direction / unless explicitly ordered otherwise, he prefers to address people by their last name or alias.

❛ fears ❜

although he'd never confess to it, he hates when people grab or touch him without warning; if you watch closely, you can notice how he stiffens and his face tenses before he schools his features. since he was sixteen years old, he's been acutely (and irrationally?) afraid of being taken advantage of in that way—of course because it's a horrifying thing to go through, and also because it's one more nail in the metaphorical coffin of losing the rights to his own body. he also dreads the day that he expires past his use and is replaced with the newer model, as it were.

❛ mental & physical ailments ❜

he suffers random and fairly debilitating bouts of vertigo as a side effect of his power, but thankfully they tend to pass fairly quickly, and he's a good enough actor that no one suspects anything is wrong until it's over. there's some suicidal ideation in his psyche as well, but it doesn't matter if he has no intention of following through, right?

❛ adores ❜

his own illusion of control, brand names, good-quality bedsheets, red wine (but not white), heavy rain, classic literature, museums, learning language, heavy watches, getting what he wants when he wants it, chess (but winning the game moreso), ties, ridiculously expensive cars, the finer things in life, praise

❛ abhors ❜

fast food, cheap liquor, clingy bed partners, electronic music, animals that can shed, ignorance and naiveté both, overly talkative people, tactlessness, being doubted, failing to meet expectations (be it of others or his own), anyone he can't get a read on, rooms without clocks, things that are out of his control

❛ addictions ❜

besides the occasional flute of wine or champagne, smoking is the one indulgence he allows himself. he gets little actual enjoyment of it, but the activity comes back to his weird relationship with bodily autonomy. he smokes to prove that, at the end of the day, despite being little more than a tool to further the ambitions of faceless corporations and government branches, he can do whatever he wants with his own body—even kill it slowly. he smokes to prove that this body is his.

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❛ strengths ❜

extremely shrewd, the kind of calculating that allows him to analyze the most complicated of situations and strip it down to its bare bones / can read people unnervingly well, always knows which buttons to avoid (or to press) / unshakeable composure, so good luck trying to get the drop on him or a rise out of him / can command a room at will / exceptionally visible in the public eye, his reputation precedes him

❛ weaknesses ❜

hand-to-hand or any kind of close combat (totally untrained in even the most basic kind of martial arts, because he told himself he didn't need it but it's more because he loathes skin-on-skin contact when it's not on his terms) / so proud. so FCKING proud and for what?? you might have a superpower but you're still human, bucko / an inability to adapt once someone or something runs off-script and he can't use his painstakingly constructed plans a through z / fancies himself a chessmaster when in reality he's a pawn playing at being a king

❛ power ❜

possession — ingrid is able to take complete control of another person, through his own consciousness essentially leaving his own body to take over someone else's. it requires eye contact and an extreme amount of intent and will on his part, and he cannot possess someone if they're not in range, which is determined to be about a six foot radius. under remarkable duress, this can be extended, though not beyond ten feet. he feels the pain of what is done in the host body without suffering the damage, and vice versa for his own (up to a threshold).

❛ power-specific weaknesses ❜

he can only possess one body at a time, no matter how much he's tried to push himself to do more than that / in possessing someone, he leaves his own body extremely vulnerable / extreme pain or damage to his own body, while he's occupying someone else's, can break the possession.

❛ weapons ❜

words honed to a point and used to wound / literally he'll use anyone around you if it comes down to it / can handle almost any kind of gun, and usually prefers to pair it with a silencer

❛ theme song ❜

check out the beautiful playlist that my love made i'm still in tears over it

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❛ biography ❜

➤ born to one of the biggest superhero names of the time (solar flare) and his spanish beauty of a wife, ingrid grew up right in the lap of luxury. he had no time the childish thrill of "my dad's a superhero" before he witnessed for himself the truth of it all.

➤ idolized his dad, and to an extent, still does. ("what do you want to be when you grow up?" "like my dad.")

➤ it was expected that ingrid would manifest a power. no one entertained the thought that reality could be anything different: the sky was blue, jon oteri caverly made anywhere between seven and ten figures, and his son would have a power.

➤ luckily for them all, ingrid did. his power manifested young, to his parents’ delight. a week after he turned seven, he was sick in bed for eleven days, symptoms no more serious than that of the flu or a particularly harsh cold, and by the end of it he came out the other side with a power.

➤ ingrid was given no time to settle into his skin before he was whisked off to mingle with the company his father kept. he was seen as an asset before he was ever seen as a boy, and he was groomed to seek and thrive off the kind of validation that these faceless suits and cocktail dresses would give him. imposing hand on his chin, tilting his face up; sharp nails, blood-red, tracing the curve of his cheek. sickly sweet, "jon, you got a good one."

➤ has always wanted his dad to be proud of him.

➤ trained intensively with his father and other supers his father worked with to maximize his power, and worked himself to the ground for the slightest scrap of approval. by the time he was ten, he had a kind of control over his power that was impressive even for adults, and it still wasn't enough.

➤ he used to want to save the world. by thirteen, he understood that to be a stupid and foolish dream. by fourteen, he could navigate the ins-and-outs of this elite, cutthroat world as if he'd been born doing it, and after years of having it drilled into him, he recognized that the best route for anyone to take was maximizing their own standing within the current structures.

➤ when he was sixteen, he'd sat down at a table beside his father at one of those gatherings that were all glitz and glam and little substance. an older man in his late forties—ridiculously wealthy, the kind of status where your last name alone is a kind of currency, who'd known ingrid when he was seven and still knows him almost ten years later—settled next to him and rested a bold hand on his thigh. lost and indignant and terrified, ingrid tensed but did nothing, heart in his throat and a terrible taste in his mouth and feeling too big for his own skin for the first time in years.

➤ later that night, his father told him, “you have to be valuable. prove yourself so that they use you on your terms, not theirs.” what he meant was, be a better hero than you are a pretty boy, and maybe they’ll leave you alone, but what he also meant was, play the game so well they don’t even realize you’re on the board. stay on top so you’ll only be exploited on your terms, baby!

➤ from fifteen to eighteen, he tagged along intermittently with his dad on various jobs to better learn the ins-and-outs of what his future would be like. when he was seventeen, a miscalculation on his part, and a desperation on the part of someone they were trying to apprehend, gave him a bullet on his stomach. he hovered on the brink of life and death for two weeks before gaining consciousness. before any coherent thought, he remembers vividly feeling a palpable dread that he'd disappointed his father.

➤ the moment he turned eighteen, his parents arranged a ridiculously lucrative one-year contract for him with an extremely high-profile name. his career catapulted from there.

➤ his father died on the job in his prime three years ago, when ingrid was twenty-two. the lack of closure on a dynamic characterized by ingrid's desire for some kind of acknowledgement that he was the kind of son to be proud of meant that ingrid is still subconsciously trying to prove himself to a dead man, even today.

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