Corrigan Blaine

[Corrigan Blaine]

_{i n t r o d u c i n g . . .}

Corrigan Gregory Blaine ///

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Full Name~ Corrigan Gregory Blaine
Gender~ Male
Age~ 15
Birthdate~ September 13th
Location~ Phoenix, Arizona
Faction~ The Archivists
Celebrity Claim~ Ash Stymest
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_{m i n d . . .}

what's in my head?

/// SPECIAL ABILITY

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Ability Replication / Neuropathy

Blaine's ability is truly strange and powerful, if very situational. Through touch, Corrigan accesses the nervous system by employing both a sensitivity to nervous impulses, and the capacity to transmit powerful signals that overpower and control the person's body through it's nervous system. Corrigan reads into the body of the special, and alters the appropriate genetic coding of the one who has no ability, effectively transferring the ability from one into the other.

Both of the people under Cory's touch suffer an immense amount of pain, and the 'source', or those he endearingly refers to as 'doners' or 'volunteers', are invariably slain by the process, regardless of what ability they may possess. The 'sourcing' part of the process ravages the nervous system and ruins their ability along with the rest of their body, leaving them empty. In short, they are picked apart by the process, and their nervous system is utterly burned out.

Although Cory must maintain a hold on two people in order to transfer an ability, his touch alone can 'connect' him to their nervous system, and open the door for him to administer a range of nervous-based effects, such as causing or numbing pain. This can even include death, simply by commanding the body to cease function and shut down.

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/// ABILITY LIMITS

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Corrigan can only shift an ability from one person to another if a number of prerequisites are met. First of all, the 'source' must be special (with an ability), and the 'destination' must be a person who has no ability at all. It doesn't seem to matter whether or not the destination individual has the gene in their family line at all, they can still be given an ability through Corrigan's touch.

Also, the process is very delicate. If Corrigan's concentration is broken, and not quickly re-established within seconds, both parties will be lost to nervous shutdown, and Cory will suffer an extreme migraine that will cripple him for days. It should also be noted that regardless of the success of the transfer, the 'source' or the 'doner' dies just past the halfway mark through the process itself.

While it's true that Corrigan can force a person to stop moving through his touch, he's unable to maintain this hold on two people at once while also concentrating on the process of transfer. This implies accurately that in order to pull off a transfer, both people, willing or not, will need to be firmly restrained in order for the process to meet completion.

As for general neuropathy, Corrigan must maintain skin contact in order to maintain communication with the target's nervous system. Even thin clothing is an effective obstacle to his means if skin contact cannot be established. Furthermore, although Corrigan is capable of fully accessing another person's nervous system by any considerable skin contact, he's only well-versed at doing so with his hands, and will be limited (due to lack of mastery) to this approach when he means to do more than read or sense another person's impulses.

There is no real backlash from having a simple neuropathic connection broken, save for a few seconds of vertigo if it is broken abruptly.

Although Corrigan's touch can be a powerful thing, he is entirely vulnerable and helpless at a range, and will not be able to defend himself by any extraordinary means. He's neither fast, nor strong, nor able to heal, and must perpetually rely upon his friends and allies to keep him safe in dangerous situations.

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/// PERSONALITY



Corrigan typically throws people way off with the first impression. He’s extremely intelligent, and thusly eloquent and charming, able to push other peoples’ buttons to achieve whichever reactions he pleases. His ability to read and manipulate others is uncanny, and he does so with a nearly mechanical detachment. Although those who meet him typically see him at first to be a strong-hearted, optimistic youth with great intentions, it’s when his surreal and extreme ideas are revealed or expressed that people begin to regard him as odd, eccentric, and in some cases, even creepy or downright crazy. Many of the Archivists regard him as a great hope, and to them, he is their white buffalo… but the majority tend to view him as a touched mind in need of the guidance, help, and healing. Efforts to glean the past from Corrigan have only resulted in uncharacteristically explosive outbursts of hostility that give even the councilman chills.

As the tablet in the Archivists care depicts a winged man with a decorative headdress and snake’s tongue pouring divine energy into human beings through his hands, many have associated his particularly rare and powerful ability with the hope many individuals with abilities seek. Although many would find his ideas extremist and even frightening, he typically reveals himself in various levels that match fairly well with the levels of trust he can give. Those close to him who make up his own inner circle have the greatest insights as to how his mind works, but have also been taken by his words.

Reticence aside, Corrigan is an odd and seemingly polar individual. There are times he is restless and can’t sit still, but others where he will remain so still that he seems to be in some sort of a trance. If Cory were to be found staring at a wall for several hours, few Archivists would be too surprised to hear about it. In actuality, he’s unable to turn off the mind, which has probably contributed to his delusions over a number of years. He has suffered extreme insomnia for four years, and it’s typically due to an inability to stop processing thoughts at a high and constant rate. In short, he’s always so lost in his thoughts, like a never-ending super highway, that he can’t relax or rest. He will often go for days without sleep before he finally crashes and sleeps the day away, and probably averages 2-3 hours of sleep per day. More to his eccentricity, he renames people or things on a constant basis. Meditation is referred to as ‘sleep’, and actual sleep is referred to as ‘dead time’. He also predicts a day of change for the human race which he refers to as ‘the beginning’, and has many odd names for other concepts, people, or things.

Deep down on the darkest interior, Corrigan is an extremely manipulative and persuasive person, who possesses a genius intellect practically geared for making people move as he wishes. Many people are resistant to his wiles and charms, but they seldom suspect him of being manipulative even when he tries to be. He’s a compulsive liar as well, but only finds himself unable to speak the truth about menial things, such as where someone’s lighter was last placed, or where he was on the previous night. With serious matters, he tends to be honest, but very guarded, and unafraid to state that he will not reveal whichever information he doesn’t wish to. This makes him seem more forward and honest than he truly is. He also seems to have an unhealthy detachment to human life, including his own. He harbors no fear of death and will make only playful efforts to dodge even potentially lethal threats. Likewise, he is just as careless with the lives of his subordinates, assuring them that death is not the end of their service to the cause. Corrigan is also extremely opportunistic and exploits chaos to his every advantage, believing that to master chaos requires true genius. Due to this tendency, his plans are typically iffy and vague at best… just don’t count out Plan B.




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Likes~

• Tribal themes, art, designs, tattoos, etc.
  
• Mythology; relates people and matters to mythical creatures
  
• Masochistic; enjoys pain to a considerable degree
  
• Listens to a lot of tribal house, drum & bass, some modern rock
  
• Walther Heights long-filters (favorite cigarette)
  
• Attracted to older males, especially military men
  
• Abstract thinking and ideas
  
• Sandals or similar footwear that allow him to skip socks
  

Dislikes~

• His own middle name
  
• Complacency, lack of vision or ambition
  
• The very concept of impossible
  
• Insects; finds them disgusting
  
• Rigidity and inflexibility in general
  
• ”The Taker”; his name for an amalgamation of human weakness
  
• ”The Anchor”; which personifies the human will to resist evolution
  
• Humility, people who are overly humble or passive
  

Strengths~

• Extremely persuasive and manipulative
  
• Has a remarkable knack for exploiting chaos and opportunity
  
• Has an uncanny threshold for pain
  
• Highly resistant to intimidation or fear; doesn't fear death
  
• Excellent manual dexterity, agility, and stamina
  
• Very talented when it comes to forming intricate, but flexible plans
  
• Very articulate and eloquent; good with words
  
• Excellent memory, can also calculate advanced mathematics easily
  

Weaknesses~

• Highly eccentric, detached from the ordinary
  
• Prone to radical thought and extremism
  
• Frequently and witlessly puts himself in harm's way
  
• Prone to hostile outbursts when others probe into his past
  
• Unable to slow his mind down and stop thinking
  
• Lack of rest and food saps his health
  
• Often has a highly frivolous attitude, even at dire times
  
• Often very over-confident
  

Skills~

• Oratory; persuasive and/or manipulative public speaking
  
• Learned good nature survival and navigation skills at camp
  
• Very skilled at massage
  
• Extremely skilled at manipulation and reading people
  
• Quick and agile swimmer
  
• Decent skate-boarder and bmx'er
  

Hobbies~

• Various "visualization" meditation forms
  
• Writing, both theories and seemingly abstract and disturbing random self-expression
  
• Swimming
  
• Occasional skate-boarding or BMX
  

Habits~

• Sticks needles through his skin (he enjoys the pain)
  
• Plays a lot of handheld games; listens to mp3 players a lot
  
• Often carries on conversations with himself quietly
  
• Constantly bites his fingernails
  

Flaws~

• If evaluated, would be found clinically insane
  
• Compulsive liar; is sometimes unable to be honest
  
• Has a bad smoking problem
  
• Is quickly developing a messiah complex
  
• Severe insomnia
  
• Highly delusional and mentally unstable
  

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_{b o d y . . .}

caught in your sights . . .

Age~ 15
Celebrity Claim~ Ash Stymest
Sexual Preference~ Gay
Ethnicity~ 1/4 Hispanic, 3/4 Indistinct Caucasian
Hair~ (Naturally: Dark Brown) Dyed Black
Eyes~ Blue

/// APPEARANCE


Corrigan’s vivid blue eyes are easy to notice, contrasting with his dark hair. Naturally, his hair is a dark (see: boring) brown, and Corrigan tends to prefer to keep it dyed black. Luckily, the difference between colors is minor, so he doesn’t need to keep up with the roots quite so much. His hair is sort of a medium length, just past his ears, and can easily be kept quite neat, but is more often unruly and unkept. Thanks to some of his genes, he tans easily, but if left out of the sun for too long, will become unusually pale. It doesn’t seem that Cory cares one way or the other how tan or pale his skin becomes. His body is very slender and slight, honed to a swimmer’s build by years of regular visits to the pool at his former apartment complex in Tucson. At a glance, though, one would presume that a boy as skinny as Corrigan would have to be weak and frail. One would be half right; Cory isn’t very physically strong at all, but he is certainly quite hardy and durable, with an unusually high threshold for pain. He’s built for pure agility, and can move with cat-like swiftness and grace.

Cory’s attire is what one would expect for an ordinary modern teenager. Somewhat edgy, somewhat urban, he likes accessories such as pimpin’ shades or studded bracelets or belts, is prone to wearing rings as well, and is rarely seen without his favorite hoodie, although he never tells anyone why it matters so much to him. He has several pairs of worn sneakers that he likes to wear shirts and pants that sort of drape over his lithe frame, but then, it’s easier to keep cool in the desert wearing baggy versus tight.

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At some point in Volume 2, there will be changes to Corrigan’s appearance that will be noted here.

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_{s p i r i t . . .}

this is where i come from . . .

Faction~ The Archivists
Birthplace~ Santa Fe, NM
Mother~ Marisa Blaine (Deceased) ; Empathy [removed]
Father~ Vince Hamill ; unknown // Stepfather: Gavin Blaine; 29; Empathy
Siblings~ n/a
Spouse~ n/a
Children~ n/a
Other Family~ n/a

/// HISTORY


Many years ago, Corrigan was an ordinary boy.

He was born in Santa Fe, New Mexico to a single mother; Marisa Torres. Although he spent his early childhood in strained living conditions, he realized early on that his mother was a strong and powerful being with a great deal of resolve and will power. When Cory was only six years old, she made a very big decision that changed both of their lives completely. She joined the United States Air Force. After spending some time with his aunt while his mother attended basic training out toward the east, she was assigned to the Davis-Monthan Air Force Base in Tucson, Arizona. The mother and son immediately moved into temporary housing, and were soon moved into an apartment complex.

Corrigan hated it at first, because he spent a lot of time with babysitters who ignored him, unlike his mother. Perhaps a contributor to the boy’s uncanny intelligence, he was always treated and spoken to as if he were an equal by his mother, and the added responsibility that came with that caused him to mature quickly. He was quite used to constant, engaging conversation with his mother, but he understood the situation. Naturally, he quietly endured several years of indifferent and boring babysitters, keeping himself engaged with writing, video games, or swimming in the large pool provided by their apartment complex. At least living had improved considerably, and there was no more sweating for bills on Marisa’s part.

When Cory was around the age of 11, Marisa had gained several ranks over the years, and her pay had increased as well. They had moved into a house just over the highway from the apartment complex they stayed in, much to Cory’s contentment as the pool remained within walking distance. Marisa had gone out with some friends to a bar as she occasionally did, and had brought home a gentleman by the name of Gavin Blaine. He was sleek, attractive, and offered engaging and intelligent conversation, so Cory quickly warmed up to him. His visits to the Torres household became frequent until he began to stay there, and by the year’s end, he had proposed to Marisa. Eventually, Corrigan grew so close to Gavin that he insisted to his mother that his last name be changed as well.

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In secret, Corrigan had grown increasingly attracted to Gavin, nearly to the point of obsession. He also had suspicions through observations that Gavin was possibly bisexual, and eventually told him in private conversation and in great detail exactly what he wanted. Gavin’s response was mixed. He expressed reciprocated attraction along with fear, asserting that the circumstances ‘had Jerry Springer written all over it’, not to mention the possible legal repercussions. Despite apprehensions, their relationship continued to develop in secret. Learning how Gavin ticked and playing upon his weaknesses had played things to Corrigan’s unusual wishes, but this came at a price. The more Cory played upon the man’s ego to manipulate him, the more egotistical he became, and it began to create a serious rift between Gavin and Marisa.

Much to Marisa’s surprise, Corrigan often took Gavin’s side, but ultimately hated the fighting altogether. He spent his fourteenth year listening to petty bickering as the two drifted apart, until one day, everything changed in a drastic way. Stepping into a particularly hairy conflict, Cory took them both by their arms and immediately shut down their nervous systems with a thought as he willed them to ‘stop’. This led to a frantic effort to bring them back that triggered a transfer between both unconscious bodies, setting Gavin and Marisa’s bodies into what seemed to be a simultaneous seizure. The only thing that Corrigan could think to do was his very best to hold them both in place, and in doing so, he at least managed to spare one life. To date, he still does not know what ability his mother possessed… but when Gavin came to, he regarded Corrigan with intense fear, and fled swiftly.

Something in Corrigan snapped on that day.

The causes of his mother’s death were ruled unknown, and Corrigan was taken to a temporary foster care unit, where he spent days awake in motionless, deep contemplation. Afterwards, he packed a small bag of his things and ran away.

Roughly a year later, he was discovered by the Archivists, and his ability was quickly evaluated for him by the group, who sought to teach him about evolutionary gifts, and how to master, control, and use them responsibly. Perhaps it could be said that the Archivists found Cory a little too late. He remains mostly quiet, but cares little for their ‘prissy’ ideologies, considering them to be stuck in stagnant ancient thought. He, himself has lost himself in surreal theory to a point that he no longer believes that death is real at all, and he is quite willing to lose lives, perhaps even his own, to prove that point. Although he is quiet about many of his more drastic ideas among the Archivists, he has spotted a small number of people whom he could break down barriers to, and convince of his ideas. He also harbors and openly expresses a deep frustration toward the council for their overbearing ‘protection’, feeling that he is kept as a prisoner. The council will not let him leave the mansion freely, fearing for his safety, especially in his mental state.



/// ANYTHING ELSE?


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_{c r e d e n t i a l s . . .}

what do you bring to the party ?

/// PLAYER INFORMATION

Name or Alias~ Moonflax
CBox Name~ Moonflax, Switchfire
Contact Info~

AllGearsAndTeeth (AIM)
Moonflax (YIM)
[e-mail] (MSN)
[e-mail] (Email)

Age~ 25
Years of RP Experience~ 15-18
How Did You Find Us?

Did I find you? Maybe you found me!

/// SAMPLE RP

“Listen, son, we just want to know what happened.”

The firm, but easy voice of the social worker seemed to fall on deaf ears as it had for the past seventy minutes. Corrigan knew exactly how long it had been since he had begun to prod him with questions. He knew because there was a clock in front of him, and he found it infinitely more interesting than the social worker. He was worthless, worth nothing at all, crawling with the taker’s stench.

A tiny window of vulnerability…

In that thought, Corrigan had cut his eyes up toward the social worker and glared into his with… something. Something that made the man uncomfortable, caused him to adjust in his seat and sigh with frustration, “I can do this all day, Cory,” he assured. Dull and lifeless, that was his game now. He’d slipped up. Turning his eyes back to the clock, and down again, he held his shoulders in his hands, held himself in his hunched position and remained unmoving. “Now, see, I saw that. You looked up. Is there something you want to say?” the man pressed, and Corrigan made every point to make no visible or audible reaction whatsoever. He simply hoped the beady-eyed old douchebag would give up and go away. Fortunately, he had plenty of patience to outlast.

“What are you doing in Phoenix? Why did you run away from Tucson?” the man asked, leaning in, “I’m sure the people there were only trying to help you, just as I am…” he continued, but sighed again in frustration, his eyes shooting wide as he looked to his associate, who shook her head as she leaned against the doorframe, seeing that the boy wouldn’t up and leave. When their silence was broken by a ring of the woman’s phone, Corrigan lowered his head a bit to hide the broad grin forming. It was a welcome interruption, but his smile faded with the woman spun out into the hallway to take the call, leaving the other social worker to prod at Corrigan a bit more.

Now his face had gone blank, with nearly hostile eyes as he stared up at the annoying man, catching him off-guard as he looked back to the teenager and jumped a bit. “Jeez, kid… are you alright in the head?” he asked, a bit startled, but then gasped as Corrigan sprung up from his seat and threw his arm to the man’s throat. He felt a frigid chill travel through his spine, and gasped as his body ceased to move.

“You have nothing to offer me…” Corrigan growled at him, narrowing his eyes, “Let me go,” he demanded through grit teeth.

As the woman slipped back into the room and began to pull her long, brown hair up, her eyes fixed on the teenager, Corrigan slipped back, letting go of the poor frightened man, and returned to his original sitting position. Regaining his composure, the social worker brushed himself off, attempting to dismiss the odd sensation that had seized his body with Cory’s touch, “I’m… afraid it just doesn’t work that way. Look, we’re doing the best we can…” he attempted to explain. “Oh, actually—“ the woman interjected, “I guess it does work that way. I just got a call from Mr. Avery, who’s on his way to pick up Mr. Blaine, here,” she explained, “He says all of the paperwork is taken care of, and that he’ll be admitted… um… well,” she stopped and held up her hand as she tried to amend her information to Corrigan, “Not admitted as in a hospital, it’s more like… a vacation resort, really. Drayman is a wonderful man, and I’m sure you’ll love him,” she assured with a nod.

“Oh… cool… some guy’s going to show up and drag me off to some fucking loony house,” Corrigan sighed with a nonchalant monotone to his voice. “No, no, Drayman is… well he’s a little eccentric. His establishment is entirely independent, not to mention luxurious. That jacuzzi is to die for… to bad they rarely allow visitors,” She shrugged.

Eccentric? Jacuzzi? Maybe there would be a pool as well.

Corrigan stood slowly, brushing past the male social worker in his sitting position, and stopped in the doorway, looking up into the female social worker’s eyes with a seemingly blank expression. She shifted as if threatening to keep him from leaving, crossing her arms, and Corrigan’s eyes scanned her over briefly. “I like your suit. Maroon works for you,” he complimented, seemly out of the blue, and she shrugged a bit, “Oh um… thanks.”

It was then that he leaned in close, raising both eyebrows as if preparing to say something of the utmost importance, and she leaned in a bit as well, to listen, but jumped back a bit when Corrigan burst into a fit of giggling, throwing his head back lazily, “Ahh… the taker can’t have me. You lose. All of you… lose…” he dropped his head low again, half-smiling as he stared into the woman’s eyes again with an unnerving expression, “Yet again.”

Her wide-eyes relaxed, and she furrowed her brow with a serious expression, “Look, kid, I have a taser,” she reminded him. Corrigan merely erupted again, giggling as he made his way back to his chair and sat down, pulling his legs back up and folding them first, then crossing his arms and hugging his chest as he closed his eyes and waited patiently, tuning the pair of social workers out entirely.

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