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Five Years Gone OOC
Player Information Name: Izzi Gender: Female Age: 20… 
8th-Oct-2007 03:29 am

Player Information

Name: Izzi
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Contact information: (AIM/MSN/etc) Izziosyncrasy(AIM)/ladyidiosyncracy(Y!M)
Timezone: Central Standard
Player LJ: luvmeanddespair

Character Information

Name: Joe Holmberg
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Occupation: Enclave Initiate
Mutant/Normal: Mutant
Strengths/Weaknesses: He has a pyrokinesis, capable of causing massive damage, and it’s strongly connected to him emotionally, often getting away from him when upset. As hard as he works to control it however, he often feels the urge to play with his power, the results as innocent as lighting cigarettes and candles to making fake crop circles.

Affiliation: Enclave
Family/Friends: Parents: Julie and Andrew Holmberg, former a housewife, latter a bank teller. Cousin Casey Trent (nee Holmberg), a high school softball coach in small town Iowa. Lance Alvers, friend and sometimes lover.
What motivates him/her? Having an ability that’s considered especially dangerous, he’s very against the government locking up mutants, and has the strong desire to keep himself and those he cares for safe. He feels the Enclave can provide that safety and is more than willing to use his power how they suggest in trade for it.
Sample/Introduction Post (3rd person perfect; 200 words minimum):
Joey looked around at the heavily plastered walls in the small apartment for the millionth time and headed out, hands stuffed into the worn jean jacket. The stairs creaked as he went down them; groaning sounds that predicted repair, but a few flights more and it didn’t matter. He was outside, and the air was cooler, night sky black above him. He leaned against the side of the building drawing out a pack of cigarettes, hitting the end of it briefly before taking one out and placing it between his lips.

He gave a quick glance around, out of habit, and then gave a silent snap of his fingers, a lean flame flaring up around them as soon as he did. Joey pressed the tips to the cig and then curled his fingers inward, smothering the flame reluctantly. He let the smoke from the first drag pour from his lips, watching the streets, one legged propping itself up against the wall.

There was nothing to do and no one to play with. All there was were blinking city lights, faint sirens and cool spring air. It was in times like these when he wondered if he wasn’t better off scaring the hell out of farmers in Iowa with crop circles.

Character LJ: joe_thepyro

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