Post by swapgo on Feb 27, 2023 2:09:53 GMT
General Information
Full Name:
Jason Villasmil
Codename or Alias:
Screech
Anonymity
Unknown
Gender:
Male
Race:
Mutant
Age:
17
Place Of Birth:
Atlanta
Occupation/Status:
Student
Alignment:
Neutral
Factions:
Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters
Canon Or Original?:
Original
Powers/Abilities:
Bat Fiend: Screech has a the threatening appearance of a demonic, chiropterous creature, bestowing him with bat like conveniences such as a firm grasp for climbing, flight, low-light vision, a keen sense of hearing, and an an array of monstrous powers
>Enormous Strength: Screech's strength matches its physical bulk. His legs, back, and even maw can carry great weights, and his wings and tail can deliver destructive blows
>Sharpened Scales: Screech's scales are lightweight and sleek, and have sharp edges that can shred metal. While his talons are always hazardous, the tips of his wings are prehensive and can pleat backwards into a soft enough form to safely, if awkwardly, take hold of objects.
>Spring Start: While Screech isn't exactly proficient in maintaining a consistent running speed, using a combination of his legs and tails allows him to leap great distances, both horizontally and vertically, the latter being specially important to achieve a glide.
>Hypersensory: Screech's ears can perceive and pinpoint sounds through great distances and obstacles, sometimes to his own discomfort
Sonic Wave: Jason's signature technique is, surprising nobody, his screech, which has different results, depending on his pitch. Screech can release these as a more or less precise beam of sound, or let loose on his surroundings.
>Low Frequency Wave: An inaudible sonic wave that is easy to pick apart from its surroundings, used to echolocate.
>High Frequency Wave: A high pitched sonic wave that causes internal distress to anyone caught in its wake.
>Raw Frequency Wave: A boorish screech that's less sound and more air, pummeling everything in its path with raw kinetic force
Appearance
Image:
Physical Appearance:
Since his mutation, Jason's appearance has warped beyond recognition, he currently stands at 2.12 meters of height from head to toe, though the curvature of his spine ends up with something smaller and more agreeable to doorframes. His body is a hulking mismash of chiroptera and reptilian features; the frame of a bat, with clawed wings, pointed ears, and a flat face with sharp fangs, all coated with an array of dull brown and silver scales and bestowed with a cumbersome tail that is anywhere between 3 and 4 feet long.
Clothing and Armor:
Jason had often resorted to just putting bedsheets on top of himself. Hopefully, the Xavier Institute can afford him clothing that doesn't shreds within minutes
Personality
Sexual Orientation:
Straight
General Personality:
Jason is a walking radio station, an enjoyer of many things and subjects like books, sports, and specially thriller films, he is very adamant about trying to convince other people to enjoy them as well. Fortunately, he is equally interested and curious in what other people have to say, so talking back to him is a quick way to turn the volume down. Both his mother, his second father, and his favorite channels instilled a sense of routine on the lad, making him diligent and dependable.
Jason is perhaps too outgoing at times, and is as good at reading a room as people think bats are at seeing. His newfound ability to hear things he wasn't meant to hear has seemed to begun changing that, for better and for worse, but mostly for the latter.
Face/Voice: Dempsey Pappion
Character's History
Siblings:
None
Mother:
Angelica Carrullo (Mother)
Father:
Diego Villasmil (Biological Father, Deceased)
Mark Anderson (Foster Father)
History:
Jason was a troublemaker from the get go, a harmless, but persistent ruffian. He drew on the walls behind the portraits, he said the truth in the worst way possible to get a rise out of his parents, and he ran out of ways to scare his cat. His parents weren't concerned, however, none of this detracted from his studies, and he seemed like he scared off the wrong kind of company with how deaf he was to ill intentions. He didn't much knew his father Diego, who perished in a worksite accident while he was 5, but he would soon learn that he had already left his greatest gift yet behind.
Angelica and Mark raised a creative and outgoing kid, full of attention and imagination, it was this enthusiasm from the unusual and the bizarre that steeled him from a torrid night when he was 14, where he suddenly no longer felt like sleeping and simply decided to read away while the sun rose. Of course, he then realised that he wasn't the same. His hands were spindly, his ears couldn't stop twitching, and he felt like he was perpetually tripping backwards, a shocking look at the mirror revealed to him that he had mutated into something fiendish, grotesque, and above all else, cool. Only Jason would've thought to simply wait out the morning and scare the living daylight out of his parents with pure enthusiasm with the news.
Angelica and Mark asked him to stay in his room and gave him his birthday gift in advance so that he was distracted while they discussed this revelation. Angelica wasn't a mutant, so it must have been his father, but she claimed that she didn't know that he was one, a hard pill to believe. After half an hour or so of heated debate, Angelica cleaned her tears and went to meet her son to try and sugarcoat how he didn't have to go to school for a while, but even if his visage had changed, she quickly recognized how keen his hearing had become, and that he was still able to cry.
It was fine, everyone convinced each other, eventually, his clothes still fit (mostly), his appetite was unchanged, and it's not that being a Mutant was punishable by death or anything, it is merely...highly...conspicuous, to some circles, that his parents might or might not deal with on the daily. They made a trip to move north where fewer people knew they had a kid and raised him more privately. Jason managed to conserve his sanity from this zealous concern by sheltering himself in his hobbies and in the anonimity of the internet, the latter being a double edge sword, as no matter how much Mark monitored it, there's a reason the MARB started tagging games with 'Users Interact', and the seeds of doubt of how a harsh reality would eventually meet him were planted by conspicuous usernames and unfiltered all chat discussions.
This problem compounded itself as the months went by, and it became clear that his mutation had just started. He was becoming larger, his patagia had hardened and become wider, he was developing all kinds of exciting and hazardous accents, and every tall object just tugged at him to really try to fly. Every development filled him with the thrill of possibility, he found whatever tiny space he could to practice them, and often attempted to convince his father let him at least help him with the trash. The silence between his parents spoke louder than any words; they had resolved to exchanging texts, as they couldn't rely of hiding their words from their son. Every hardship their parents went through felt like it was his fault, every time something in the house broke, or that they had to move, or that they stopped talking to a specific neighbor, even if it wasn't because of him, it was harder to find shelter in his hobbies, as everywhere he looked, he just wished it was like that.
But perhaps it was like that, perhaps he merely had to try, against all odds, against his parents wishes, everyone always says that it's impossible, both in reality and in fiction, until they do it
By now he had grown rather wide to be unsuspectingly carried in the backseat, and as such he made the next interstate trip in the back of a van. The air was already tense, his parents could not resort to subterfuge as at least one of them had to keep their eyes on the road. Angelica tried to make small talk with her son while his foster father trembled at the wheel, doing his best to contain his worries. For the first time in a while, Jason reasured her back, saying that he would do his best and be himself, whatever that was. Mark barely had time to pull the brakes as he heard the van's back door burst open, for his son to leap off and plunge off of the cliffside road, to lose himself in the pitch darkness of the night, there was no one left to believe in, but himself.
His mother grieved her loss a moment too soon, as she soon could see her son rise again and eclipse the moon, squealing with a joy long lost as he drew circles in the night sky, his elation waning and waxing as he did so. It was difficult to swallow, but they both realized that his son was as adamant and carefree as ever, and no matter where the truth laid, there was no point in dwelling it the past anymore.
It was fortunate that the trip was taking them upstate, they had heard of a fine boarding school in New York that perhaps wouldn't mind backfilling his homeschooling.
Full Name:
Jason Villasmil
Codename or Alias:
Screech
Anonymity
Unknown
Gender:
Male
Race:
Mutant
Age:
17
Place Of Birth:
Atlanta
Occupation/Status:
Student
Alignment:
Neutral
Factions:
Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters
Canon Or Original?:
Original
Powers/Abilities:
Bat Fiend: Screech has a the threatening appearance of a demonic, chiropterous creature, bestowing him with bat like conveniences such as a firm grasp for climbing, flight, low-light vision, a keen sense of hearing, and an an array of monstrous powers
>Enormous Strength: Screech's strength matches its physical bulk. His legs, back, and even maw can carry great weights, and his wings and tail can deliver destructive blows
>Sharpened Scales: Screech's scales are lightweight and sleek, and have sharp edges that can shred metal. While his talons are always hazardous, the tips of his wings are prehensive and can pleat backwards into a soft enough form to safely, if awkwardly, take hold of objects.
>Spring Start: While Screech isn't exactly proficient in maintaining a consistent running speed, using a combination of his legs and tails allows him to leap great distances, both horizontally and vertically, the latter being specially important to achieve a glide.
>Hypersensory: Screech's ears can perceive and pinpoint sounds through great distances and obstacles, sometimes to his own discomfort
Sonic Wave: Jason's signature technique is, surprising nobody, his screech, which has different results, depending on his pitch. Screech can release these as a more or less precise beam of sound, or let loose on his surroundings.
>Low Frequency Wave: An inaudible sonic wave that is easy to pick apart from its surroundings, used to echolocate.
>High Frequency Wave: A high pitched sonic wave that causes internal distress to anyone caught in its wake.
>Raw Frequency Wave: A boorish screech that's less sound and more air, pummeling everything in its path with raw kinetic force
Appearance
Image:
Physical Appearance:
Since his mutation, Jason's appearance has warped beyond recognition, he currently stands at 2.12 meters of height from head to toe, though the curvature of his spine ends up with something smaller and more agreeable to doorframes. His body is a hulking mismash of chiroptera and reptilian features; the frame of a bat, with clawed wings, pointed ears, and a flat face with sharp fangs, all coated with an array of dull brown and silver scales and bestowed with a cumbersome tail that is anywhere between 3 and 4 feet long.
Clothing and Armor:
Jason had often resorted to just putting bedsheets on top of himself. Hopefully, the Xavier Institute can afford him clothing that doesn't shreds within minutes
Personality
Sexual Orientation:
Straight
General Personality:
Jason is a walking radio station, an enjoyer of many things and subjects like books, sports, and specially thriller films, he is very adamant about trying to convince other people to enjoy them as well. Fortunately, he is equally interested and curious in what other people have to say, so talking back to him is a quick way to turn the volume down. Both his mother, his second father, and his favorite channels instilled a sense of routine on the lad, making him diligent and dependable.
Jason is perhaps too outgoing at times, and is as good at reading a room as people think bats are at seeing. His newfound ability to hear things he wasn't meant to hear has seemed to begun changing that, for better and for worse, but mostly for the latter.
Face/Voice: Dempsey Pappion
Character's History
Siblings:
None
Mother:
Angelica Carrullo (Mother)
Father:
Diego Villasmil (Biological Father, Deceased)
Mark Anderson (Foster Father)
History:
Jason was a troublemaker from the get go, a harmless, but persistent ruffian. He drew on the walls behind the portraits, he said the truth in the worst way possible to get a rise out of his parents, and he ran out of ways to scare his cat. His parents weren't concerned, however, none of this detracted from his studies, and he seemed like he scared off the wrong kind of company with how deaf he was to ill intentions. He didn't much knew his father Diego, who perished in a worksite accident while he was 5, but he would soon learn that he had already left his greatest gift yet behind.
Angelica and Mark raised a creative and outgoing kid, full of attention and imagination, it was this enthusiasm from the unusual and the bizarre that steeled him from a torrid night when he was 14, where he suddenly no longer felt like sleeping and simply decided to read away while the sun rose. Of course, he then realised that he wasn't the same. His hands were spindly, his ears couldn't stop twitching, and he felt like he was perpetually tripping backwards, a shocking look at the mirror revealed to him that he had mutated into something fiendish, grotesque, and above all else, cool. Only Jason would've thought to simply wait out the morning and scare the living daylight out of his parents with pure enthusiasm with the news.
Angelica and Mark asked him to stay in his room and gave him his birthday gift in advance so that he was distracted while they discussed this revelation. Angelica wasn't a mutant, so it must have been his father, but she claimed that she didn't know that he was one, a hard pill to believe. After half an hour or so of heated debate, Angelica cleaned her tears and went to meet her son to try and sugarcoat how he didn't have to go to school for a while, but even if his visage had changed, she quickly recognized how keen his hearing had become, and that he was still able to cry.
It was fine, everyone convinced each other, eventually, his clothes still fit (mostly), his appetite was unchanged, and it's not that being a Mutant was punishable by death or anything, it is merely...highly...conspicuous, to some circles, that his parents might or might not deal with on the daily. They made a trip to move north where fewer people knew they had a kid and raised him more privately. Jason managed to conserve his sanity from this zealous concern by sheltering himself in his hobbies and in the anonimity of the internet, the latter being a double edge sword, as no matter how much Mark monitored it, there's a reason the MARB started tagging games with 'Users Interact', and the seeds of doubt of how a harsh reality would eventually meet him were planted by conspicuous usernames and unfiltered all chat discussions.
This problem compounded itself as the months went by, and it became clear that his mutation had just started. He was becoming larger, his patagia had hardened and become wider, he was developing all kinds of exciting and hazardous accents, and every tall object just tugged at him to really try to fly. Every development filled him with the thrill of possibility, he found whatever tiny space he could to practice them, and often attempted to convince his father let him at least help him with the trash. The silence between his parents spoke louder than any words; they had resolved to exchanging texts, as they couldn't rely of hiding their words from their son. Every hardship their parents went through felt like it was his fault, every time something in the house broke, or that they had to move, or that they stopped talking to a specific neighbor, even if it wasn't because of him, it was harder to find shelter in his hobbies, as everywhere he looked, he just wished it was like that.
But perhaps it was like that, perhaps he merely had to try, against all odds, against his parents wishes, everyone always says that it's impossible, both in reality and in fiction, until they do it
By now he had grown rather wide to be unsuspectingly carried in the backseat, and as such he made the next interstate trip in the back of a van. The air was already tense, his parents could not resort to subterfuge as at least one of them had to keep their eyes on the road. Angelica tried to make small talk with her son while his foster father trembled at the wheel, doing his best to contain his worries. For the first time in a while, Jason reasured her back, saying that he would do his best and be himself, whatever that was. Mark barely had time to pull the brakes as he heard the van's back door burst open, for his son to leap off and plunge off of the cliffside road, to lose himself in the pitch darkness of the night, there was no one left to believe in, but himself.
His mother grieved her loss a moment too soon, as she soon could see her son rise again and eclipse the moon, squealing with a joy long lost as he drew circles in the night sky, his elation waning and waxing as he did so. It was difficult to swallow, but they both realized that his son was as adamant and carefree as ever, and no matter where the truth laid, there was no point in dwelling it the past anymore.
It was fortunate that the trip was taking them upstate, they had heard of a fine boarding school in New York that perhaps wouldn't mind backfilling his homeschooling.
