Tyson Carrington

Full Name- Tyson Daugherty Carrington
Gender- Male
Age- 32
Date of Birth- November 27th, 1759
Sexual Orientation- Heterosexual
Location- Los Angeles, California
Celebrity Claim- Bloom, Orlando
What should we call you?- Chellote
Play anyone else?- Inaki Soler, Alexandria Constant, and Sophie Nystrom
Have You Read the Rules?- Thar shall be no complimentary peanuts! (but there may be insulting ones) And SPLARKIN is mine, jsyk (okay CO, you can have partial ownership).

Personality-
Hatire is more or less a good person, or at least strives to be. His own irrational behaviors and judgmental nature sometimes interferes with his desire to do good for his family and common man. However if presented with the oppurtunity to do the right thing, he will take that chance with no thought for himself or of reward for doing so.

In his past life, Hatire was a man of few words, speaking only when he needed to. He preferred to let his actions speak more for him than his own words, as it also prevented him from saying something that may have been taken the wrong way. When he did speak, he did so with purpose and elegantly, his verbosity often confusing those he was addressing.

Hatire is undeniably a passionate and emotional person, but also retains a very logical side when he can keep his emotions in check. When not caught up in the heat of the moment of his own passions, Hatire makes calm, well thought out, and concise arguments and points. However it is when he lets his emotions get the better of him that he acts on impulse and does not think out his actions or arguments. These situations almost always occur when someone either directly or indirectly poses a threat or insult to him or his loved ones.

Likes-

• Pudding, Hatire has a very fond obsession with pudding, particularly chocolate.
  
• Classical Music, having grown up during the rise of classical orchestra and symphonies and being a musician himself, Hatire is very fond of the classics.
  
• Classical Literature, with learning paramount for him, the love of books and reading comes naturally.
  
• Theatre, he had a wife that was an actress and is an admirer of the performing arts
  
• Sarcastic Humor, something about being able to mock and make a point while being funny appeals to him.
  

Dislikes-

• Wolves, an nasty encounter while traveling has had Hatire look at wolves with wary.
  
• The color lavender, an irrational and quite unexplainable dislike for the color plagues Hatire.
  
• French, any good Englishman dislikes the French, especially after the Seven Years War.
  
• Pirates, dastardly swashbucklers who need to be reeled in.
  
• Aristocracy, always being looked down by the high classes, Hatire has a moderate disdain for the better off of the world.
  

Strengths-

• Intelligent, a self taught man with a innate desire for knowledge and bettering himself.
  
• Athletic, his own genes and powers keep him physically fit.
  
• Logical, Hatire thinks very logical when under control, displaying great insight and cunning in arguements and plans.
  
• Empathetic, Hatire is a very good listener and can relate well with others and their plights.
  
• Adaptable
  

Weaknesses-

• Defiant to authority, doesn't trust or believe what authority figures tend to doll out.
  
• Quick to judge
  
• Emotionally insecure,
  
• Paranoid, being transported from his own time makes him very wary and believes people are out to get him.
  
• Temperamental, his passions can get the better of him and he will become angry or upset with minor provocation.
  

Skills-

• Skilled violinist, a natural prodigy with the instrument, Hatire worked with theatres and has had many of his own concerts due to his skill.
  
• Sabre training, learned how to use to sabre as form of self defense when the company was attacked by bandits or highwaymen.
  
• Horseback riding, learned to ride horseback.
  

Flaws-

• Elven ear syndrome, Hatire's ears a malformed in the shape of points.
  
• Flat footed
  
• Orthopterophobia, Hatire has an irrational fear of crickets and grasshoppers, going absolutely crazy if he hears so much as a chirp.
  

Abilities/Powers/Skills-
Chronokinesis
Hatire has the ability to transport himself and anyone or anything he is touching to another place or time. Hatire has slowly began to be able to control the destination of his teleporting through force of will. The teleportation is achieved through the distortion of the atoms and molecules that make up the object or person and moving along the spacial plane. When teleporting, Hatire and anything else he may be teleporting vanishes from sight and would reappear at the destination in the blink of an eye.

Hatire has the ability to distort the fabric of reality and bend it to his will. Using this ability Hatire can slow down or even reverse time, entering a state of "bullet time" when slowing down. It also allows Hatire to bend some of the natural laws of physics, temporarily allowing him greater speed, strength, and reflexes

Metabolic Repurposing
As a byproduct of his primary power, Hatire has the power of an enhanced metabolic rate, which allows Hatire a slightly longer lifespan and keeps his physicque in fighting condition. This power allows him to shift additional energy/accelerated chemical reactions to certain tasks, such as increased speed or strength, similar to how a captain redirecting energy from shields to weapons.

Limits-
Chronokinesis
In order to use this ability successfully, Hatire needs to have to been to his destination or seen a picture of it. If he has not done so, Hatire runs the risk of getting lost along the spacial plane and ending up in another time or place than he was attempting to travel to. Hatire must also be clear of mind, with things such as extreme stress, alcohol, or other mind altering conditions and influences hampering his ability to successfully reach his desired destination. When it comes to transporting others, Hatire at most can only teleport one other person at a time or objects that are at most twice his current weight. Hatire must also have physical contact with whatever his trying to teleport, with skin to skin contact with other people or animals necessary.

Traveling through time requires that Hatire be focused and to have visited or seen a picture of the place he is moving to. Hatire can not take other animate objects through time but inanimate objects such as clothing he can.

When using this power to reverse time, Hatire can at most reverse time to five minutes prior to activating it. This duration is the same for using bullet time. Repeated use of this power in a short amount of time (more than two times in a week) to reverse time will cause small pyschotic breaks in Hatire's pysche as he will be unable to distinguish what has actually happened and what he prevented from happening.

Metabolic Repurposing
As a result of this enhanced metabolism, Hatire needs five small meals a day or his own body begins to feed on itself. Hatire can not use this power to do the physically impossible, such as flying. Poor nutrition would nullify this ability as Hatire would not have the addition energy/extra chemical reactions to perform the ability.

Appearance-
Hatire is a moderately tall man, standing an even six feet tall. He normally has a very toned physicque due to his powers, but can appear stickly when he is not getting enough nutrition. His wavy dark brown hair is often shoulder length but covered up slightly with a variety of fancy hats, being particularly fond of fedoras.

Hatire prefers a mix between exquisite and common comfortable clothing. When merely at home or running errands, tee shirts and blue jeans are his clothes of choice, but he dresses up in suits and designer clothes when out on formal occasions or performing at a concert. He tries to pick colors that go well with his deep blue eyes, so dark and deep that many people initially believe them to be black or dark brown.

Faction- Hero
Birthplace- York, England
Mother- Matilda Carrington (nee Harthwright), 67, housewife, deceased, civilian
Father- Nathaniel Carrington, 71, blacksmith, deceased, True Sight
Siblings- Paul Carrington, 33, soldier, deceased, civilian
Emily Carrington, 53, poet, deceased, Dream Walking
Spouse / Partner- Rosalyn Kingston, 49, actress, deceased, Vocal Persuasion
Children- Wayne Carrington, 59, astronomer, deceased, Hydrokinesis

History-

Hatire was the first of three children of Nathaniel and Matilda Carrington. The Carringtons were a proud blacksmithing family, but Hatire nor his brother Paul desired to continue on this tradition in the changing world around them. The age of fuedalism and swordsmithing was dying and a new world based on skills and intelligence was being forged around them.

Both Hatire and his sister Emily spent much of their time pursueing the creative arts, both being fond of reading. Hatire also found himself quite attracted to music when the Carringtons went to see a play. At the age of ten, after helping his father at the blacksmith shop, Hatire was given a violin and his mother instructed him having learned to play as a child herself. Within a few weeks of learning, it was clear that he was a natural musician and over the next year the family saved up enough money to hire a professional instructor for Hatire.

At the age of fifteen, Hatire left his family in York and went to London to continue his profession. While studying his instructor suggested that he go see a play as he had other business to attend the rest of the afternoon. At the play Hatire met his future wife Rosalyn, who was one of few women who were actors. Enamored by her performance and feeling a deep connection to her after talking to her over dinner, Hatire decided to join her troupe. The leader of the troupe was skeptical at first but decided to incorporate Hatire and his skills into the group.

After two years of dating, Hatire and Rosalyn married. Two years later the pair would have to quit the traveling troupe and joined the theatre in London after Rosalyn gave birth to their son Wayne. As they settled down, word spread among the aristocracy and nobles of Hatire's skill and soon Hatire was being requested for formal dinners and celebrations and was afforded his own concerts.

Rosalyn, Wayne, and Hatire lived peacefully and prosperously over the next ten years. However one day when Hatire was returning home from the tailor, he was abmushed by a group of theives. They outnumbered Hatire and he did not have his sabre their to protect him. carrying only his violin and coin purse. One of the thieves slipped up behind him and stabbed his shoulder, causing Hatire to yell out in pain and anger. However as he did so, he felt a sudden numbness through his entire body and a flash of bright light caused him to close his eyes. When he reopened them, he was standing on a beach in some strange land he had not seen before and heard for the first time the honk of a car.

The sight of the car caused Hatire to freak out and he started franticly running away. Eventually he made it on to the highway but he was apprehended by a cop who was riding on horseback for jay walking. As he tried to make sense of what was going on and tried to explain to the officer who he was, the officer decided that he was crazy and Hatire soon found himself in Gateways Hospital and Mental Health Center. The staff there agreed that Hatire was suffering great delusions and ordered him to be retained until he was rehabilitated. During his time at the facility he learned of powers and a few of the doctors began to wonder if his story was true. One particulair doctor, Dr. H.K. Adair, believed his story and that he was transported to this time when his own powers manifested themselves, going overboard when they did.

After nearly a year and a half there, Hatire figured out the ins and outs of the facility and plotted his escape. On December 24th, 2011 he was able to escape the facility due while the majority of the staff were attending a Christmas party. Stumbling out into the streets with only his clothes and violin, he tried to get as far away from the building as possible and figure out just where he was, why he was there, and how to get back to his own time.

Anything else?- Uses the alias Hatire.

Sample RP-

No one saw him, no one ever saw him sitting there in that corner. Day after day people walked right by him and almost no one paid him any mind at all, just kept going about their business. Everyone in this new day and age was just so busy, Hatire could barely wrap his mind around it. What had caused people to go from being observant of the world around them, to only seeing what was right before their faces?

There on the sidewalk, in the shaded corner of some run down apartment building that was in need of major renovations to match the pristine buildings around it, Hatire sat. The air around him was filled with the sound coming from his violin, his violin case sitting there in front of his feet, open for any and all who enjoyed his music to give a donation that would help him secure his next meal. Those times were few and far between however.

Who could blame those that did stop to listen to his expert playing of the instrument from not donating to his cause? Money was tight for everyone and he was not exactly a picture of person even the kindest of souls would help. His hair was long and straggly, his mustache overgrown, and his own body looked liked it was diseased with muscles barely visible. All in all, he almost looked like a slightly decomposed body sitting there on the sidewalk, playing on his tune even through death.

Had he died? Sometimes Hatire had wished he had, after finding himself pulled from everything he had every knew and loved. He had been born during the Enlightenment and the start of the industrial age. And now he was here in this age of machine and technology that seemed more akin to magic than anything man could have made.

They had thought he was crazy, maybe he actually was crazy, but he had enough wit about him to have escaped that facility and with his prized possession in his violin. That however had only gotten him this corner in the City of Angels, where at least at the facility he was ensured meals and looked something like a human being.

Still he played his tune, people walking right on by like they always did, not seeing him or choosing not to see him. He saw them though, he saw all of them. And he nearly lost his breath as he saw a face crossing the road and coming towards him, a face that looked all so familair to him. It was almost as if he had dreamed it, but it looked just like a lady he had known in his own time, she having attended many of his concerts or plays that he performed at.

As she began to pass him by, not noticing him at all, he acted as quickly as he could and reached out with his thin arm and wrapped his fingers around her ankle. "Do you know me?"