Post by Jacob White on Jan 26, 2014 7:44:08 GMT -5
Jacob Styger White
Full Name- Jacob Styger White, prefers Styger.
Gender- Male
Age- 29
Date of Birth- September 4th, 1984
Sexual Orientation- Heterosexual
Location- New York, NY
Celebrity Claim- Donald Glover
What should we call you?- Styger
Play anyone else?- Nope
Have You Read the Rules?- Wait, I gotta go milk the cat.
Personality-
Styger tends to be kind and courteous to people. Having grown up in a religious home, he understands the phrase ”do onto others as you would have them do onto you.” Styger is not a religious person, but the code of ethics ends up being a large part of his general understanding and attitude. The reality of time does eventually set in though; and especially in New York it can be hard to be kind to everyone. You can't be a knight in shining armor to every girl that gets called a name unless you want to get beat up, and if you give hobos the time of day, they might actually stab you. So with that in mind, Styger does have good intentions, he recognizes the cynical nature of the world around him, and he tries when he can to be "the better person.”
Being in his line of work, Styger has learned to develop a sense of patience, but sometimes, things do get to him.
At home and on the job, he tends to live a regimented schedule, always taking lunch at the same time, heading to the gym right after work for a few hours’ workout, then meeting up with co-workers at a local bar for some drinks if they are up for it.
Abilities/Powers/Skills-
Power:
Styger's power is Superhuman Senses . His Superhuman Senses allows him to enhance, or detract his natural senses. He can enhance his eyesight to see at microscopic levels, hear heartbeats or minute sounds and frequencies from great distances, determine the chemical composition of objects by smell, dissect food ingredients by taste, and determine fabrics by touch. Paired with Styger's wide knowledge of chemical compounds, micro-biologic structures, and food ingredients, he can serve as a walking, talking laboratory.
Styger's ability only allows him to super-enhance one sense at a time. The more he enhances one particular sense, the less effective his other senses become. In some circumstances, he is able to completely shut down all other senses to avoid being negatively affected (example if a flash bang goes off, air horn in close proximity, etc..).
Skills:
Styger serves as a forensic investigator for the New York Police Department, Homicide Division. He is not technically a cop, but he works for the police department.
After a year of studying medicine as an undergraduate his mother died, and after much deliberation followed in his fathers footstep pursuing a career in criminology. He went back to school this time pursuing his masters in forensic science, with a focus in DNA analysis, ballistics, and blood spatter analysis. Styger also has advance knowledge from his pre-masters forensics undergraduate studies in medical science, biochemistry, toxicology, and criminal justice.
He also keep himself in very healthy shape working out regularly and eating healthy, other then the occasional drink of course.
Limits-
Because of the nature of his abilities, Styger can't stand the sight of germs. He's extremely hygienic to the point where he has to clean his personal work space and home entirely everyday. Otherwise he has problems focusing and completing tasks.
It also can affect his personal life, from no longer frequenting certain restaurants, to having a hard time talking to friends because of body odor, germs, or other hygienic things of that nature.
He is also more susceptible to other peoples moods through pheromones. In a way, this can serve as a strange benefit, allowing him to empathize through smell with someone who is feeling a heightened emotion.
Lastly when Styger uses his abilities and enhances one sense his other senses go dormant which can negatively affect him. For example, if he was following a smell trail he might accidentally walk into traffic or not notice someone sneaking up behind him. Effectively removing his chance to defend himself or protect himself from normal everyday dangers.
Appearance-
Styger is a six-foot-three black American, with short brown hair and brown eyes. Most days at work you will see him in a generic dress shirt and black slacks, his laminated badge hanging from his neck, wearing a lab coat when taking samples or performing evidence screenings. His dress shirt and slacks tend to double as his field clothes other then the field jacket with the bright yellow word ”forensics” on the back. When not on the clock, he tends to stick to jeans and t-shirts with athletic shoes, sometimes wearing his favorite leather biking jacket, but most times he dresses appropriately to the weather.
He has a few different piercings but tends to take them off when he is working, and has a few different tattoos but all of them are easily hidden by dress shirt collars and long sleeves.
After the manifestation of his power, he can be seen wearing sunglasses and headphones in an attempt to drown out the noise and light that is otherwise overbearing, especially because he lacks complete control over his power.
Faction- Neutral
Birthplace- Seattle, Washington
Mother- Brenda White, age fourty-five, Nurse, Deceased, Non special or unknown
Father- Jacob Carter White, age forty-eight, retired police officer, Deceased, Non Special or unknown
Siblings- N/A
Spouse / Partner- N/A
Children- N/A
History-
Styger White grew up in Seattle, Washington. His father and mother raised him with good principles, respect for others, and kindness. They were both hard working people, and though his family didn't have a lot of money, they got along quite well. He was an only child, so he didn't grow up with constant playmates other than his neighbors’ kids. They didn't live in the nicest part of town, but Styger’s father working as a police officer left them with a lot of leeway from neighborhood violence, drugs, or other similar problems. Styger wasn't a troubled youth, but he did get into quite a few different blunders as a kid, stealing from stores, and being caught with beer when he was still underage. The only thing that saved him was his father being a cop.
After getting into high school, Styger settled down, more worried about letting his father down than looking cool to the other kids. Styger finally put his nose to the books and studied hard, passing his classes with a high grade point average. Upon getting his diploma from high school, he was given the honor of being his graduating class’ valedictorian, graduating with honors. He went to follow in his mother’s footsteps towards a medical career.
Styger was expected to attend a very prestigious college in New York City in order to accomplish his dream of becoming a medical doctor. A year after he started his graduate studies, his mother passed away, and he decided to take a break from school to help his father get though his mother’s passing.
After taking a two year break, Styger decided that instead of pursuing a doctorate, he would instead go into forensic criminology. He already had quite a bit of the medical understanding; now it would just be a matter of receiving the other needed credentials. Staying closer to his father, he attended more school in Seattle in order to pursue his new career path. Eventually, he was able to receive the right credentials, and received a internship working for the Seattle Police Department’s forensics department. He was quite happy there and continued to work there for a few years as a junior forensics scientist, taking care of his soon to be retired father and living a happy life.
He had a couple of girlfriends, but nothing serious, and ended up spending most of his time working his job, working out at the gym, or grabbing a drink with co-workers.
A year ago, his father passed away, he had lived happily and was very proud of Styger before he passed on. It was all too much to deal with for Styger to go through his mother’s and father’s belongings, it was hard to live in his childhood home So he moved on; he kept important mementos from his parents and sold the rest, sold the house, sold their cars, and decided it was time for a change of scenery. So he decided to accept a job offer he had received from the New York Police Department’s homicide forensics team and moved back to the East Coast. He moved into his new place started his new job and everything finally fell back into place. He still missed his parents, but was able to slowly work through it.
Then, a couple of weeks ago, his power manifested, and all of the a sudden, his work place was a little too much - the scent of blood, the loud noises, the sights, it was overwhelming. He has been trying to privately work though it, not exactly knowing what it was that was going on. Without being able to control his powers, the Big Apple was all of a sudden even more overwhelming then it had been before, and now Styger found himself hiding from it.
He went in for a psychological evaluation and was given some vacation time to work through it. The police psychiatrist said it could easily be that he was a special, or he was just experiencing stressed induced episodes. He was ordered to take a few weeks of vacation; then, after that, would have another psychological evaluation, and if everything was fine, he could return to work as normal.
Sample RP-
This sample RP is Styger's experience during his first visit to a therapist the day after his power manifested.
After waiting in the reception room for several minutes Styger strained his senses back to normal. The light of the room, the perfume of the secretary, the clear stains hidden on the carpet were all just a little too much. Leaning forward with his hands clasped, the minute sound from the strain of the wooden chair reverberated in his ears clear as day. No one else seemed to notice any of this; not the friendly police officer waiting across the room, nor the secretary who seemed to put on a little too much lavender perfume.
Was this all because of his schooling? Was this stress induced? Styger was wracking his brain to understand the situation. Was his psychiatrist telling the truth, was this all because of latent pain leftover from his parents passing? Yet Styger had grieved their passing, he remembered them everyday. He honored his father by continuing in his line of work, bringing criminals to justice. He had assumed that it was all behind him. It was no longer painful, it was no longer a strain on his emotions. Was he having some sort of episode, was he going crazy?
The therapist's door clicked open, the man on the other side was having a hard time finding the right way to open the door. The rattling overpowered Styger's hearing and he clasped his hands over his ears, then remembered to grab his earphones from his backpack. Relief, the gentle sounds of music putting him at ease, he was a little less frustrated and a little less uneasy.
The man walked out of the therapist's office, his Giorgio Armani cologne wafting across Styger's nose, causing his stomach to churn. His eyes began to water as though he had been sprayed with the cologne directly in his face. Covering his nose he sprang to his feet, rushing towards the room. The gentle light and milder smells of vanilla candles promised him Elysium from the waiting room.
He closed the door and breathed easier, the psychiatrist peered towards him and in a calm tone inquired,"Rough day Mr.White?"
