Postby Kiba-kun » Sun Jul 20, 2008 8:01 am
Name: Shilo Karyn
Serial No: HMO-617
Age: Eight
Sex: Male
Hair: Curly white hair
Eyes: Soft Pink
Rank: Two
Bio/Personality: Shilo has always been a fan of any kind of art. He's either always seen with a sketch pad in hand, legal paper and a pen for writing or either his violin or recorder. This appreciation for art as spread into his attire as well, as he often mixes various colors of paint onto his face and hair in an attempt to add color to himself. His personality is rather flamboyant - When he starts a new project, whether it's for art or for his powers, Shilo will literally throw himself into the project and refuse to do much else until he's satisfied.
The psychiatric staff have labeled Shilo as "Confused." He does not play well with other boys, rather he spends much of his time with the girls and female staff. This, however, does not stop there - Whenever he's not preoccupied, Shilo is seen staring at the other males around him, sometimes spending hours staring at a single person and very rarely blinking.
Shilo's power development rises in drastic leaps when he applies himself. At only level two in power, Shilo's limitations hinder any real applicable uses. Using his telekinetic powers, however, Shilo is capable of throwing an object as small as a book with enough force to shatter thin walls and deeply crack thicker walls. He's able to utilize up to five large objects, about his height, or twenty smaller objects, about the size of a book, but his individual control of each item is lost when such large numbers are used; he controls the batch as one unit, rather than multiple smaller ones.
FKA Mythmaster
Why must we be abandoned in times of need?
Do others not see when we yearn for their touch;
An insatiable hunger only they can feed.
Left alone with out their words – fallen into darkness.
Stumbling blindly without their light,
We fall and scream, knowing we've faced too much,
Knowing the only answer is flight.
Flight from the lives we once faced
And the joys and terrors others have brought.
Our time with them, a time of joy and life,
Wonder we all, was it for naught?