Lucas Janzen

[Lucas Janzen]

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

Lucas Felix Janzen ///

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Full Name~ Lucas Felix Janzen
Gender~ Male
Age~ Thirty
Birthdate~ 6 August (Leo)
Location~ Toronto, Ontario
Faction~ Mayhem
Celebrity Claim~ Tyler Labine
Play anyone else?~ Maybe...

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_{m i n d . . .}

what's in my head?

/// SPECIAL ABILITY


Lucas has the power of cryokinesis, which is fundamentally achieved by willfully slowing down atomic movement in the air around him. This causes the temperature to drop, and matter would either be frozen or reduced to considerable weakness, depending on both its moisture content and ability to conduct thermal energy. Because of this, his body has evolved to tolerate exposure to much lower temperatures than the average human.

When applied, the power can be taken to a wider area steeped into bitter cold or, as demonstrated by a freezing blast from his hand, limited to a small focal point; in fact, the latter of these, when done correctly, can even extinguish a small fire, such as a burning match, by reversing heat as its ongoing source of sustenance. Since the power limits the chance that molecules may move quickly enough to rub together, this power can even reduce friction to an extent.

Able to also keep a continuously stable hold on such affected atoms in their inert, sluggish state, he can manipulate frozen matter as a result. In the case of ice, snow, or such things that contained much water in the first place (since the structure would be more malleable), he can even reshape, merge, or break these as he wishes. Should humidity suffice, it could be chilled to the point where he appears to cast a film of ice over his opponent, seemingly from thin air.
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/// ABILITY LIMITS


The lowest temperature Lucas has been known to create has been about one hundred degrees below zero Fahrenheit, even though it obviously takes less extremes for his power to work. The present atmosphere has much to do with the time it takes for his power to work, too. When high temperatures (ambient or internal) enter the scene, he would have to spend more effort to cool something down—and much of the same case exists when an object conducts heat poorly. Airborne moisture, on the other hand, only matters when he tries to use it to his advantage, rather than relying on external sources of water.

As for human beings themselves, death would be inevitable if they were frozen solid, Lucas can be interrupted during the freezing process, with minimal damage done to his victim. Lucas himself might have an advantage to survive about fifteen to twenty degrees lower of a core temperature than the average person (according to his present health), but once that line has been crossed, he succumbs to hypothermia and suchlike things the same as anyone else.

Out of several other variables, distance plays a part all the same. He can send an area up to twenty feet around him into freezing temperatures, but he can only freeze an object solid if he were standing within little more than six feet, roughly the length of his body. Keeping his concentration matters greatly, even though he spends very little effort in keeping his subject frozen, or keeping the air around him cold. However, as soon as he stops willfully keeping the affected atoms inert, the area will begin returning to its original state in time.

Things with a predominant water base are basically the only frozen objects he can manipulate, since most others have too rigid a structure to simply break by will, and are thereby impossible to mold or rend. A target that Lucas has simply turned brittle from cold would not necessarily be one he could control. As regards solid ice and the like, he can psychically lift about two hundred pounds of such at a time, as long as he concentrates on keeping it at a stable coldness according to his power's dynamics. He would have to sustain temperatures of about zero degrees Fahrenheit in an object to maintain command over it.

Many of these limits can be increased or quickened, but only at the cost of Lucas' stamina and focus.
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/// PERSONALITY


In his daily affairs, Lucas has an unmistakable candor about him, which is sometimes mistaken for honesty. He comes across as a rather crass and smug individual, his high-minded notions spoken without hesitation, but this proves the plain and simple truth that he never tries to hide his essential self. He might not talk about his past terribly often, but one can rest assured that Lucas would speak out on any other subject precisely how his heart feels. Pretenses are utter nonsense in his eyes, and he neither uses them nor enjoys when others do the same.

He walks with unbridled confidence and leaves little breathing room for anxiety to dominate him, but his typical attempts to esteem himself have ended poorly. As one who takes things deeply and personally, Lucas forms feelings of hatred and defiance when criticism comes his way, and would either downplay these accusations or try to dismiss them as false. Authoritative figures tend to negate the pattern of harsh reactions, earning his begrudging obedience for a time, but only until those in power could prove themselves able and willing to make his life unpleasant. His wit is healthy, but he usually knows when or when not to act irreverent.

Typically, although his intelligence is kept great by an analytical mind, he acts and reacts without much forethought. Shallowness may be something he condemns and denies that he shows, but his stern snap judgments of people speak otherwise. Based firmly on first impressions, his ongoing perceptions of other people can be impossible to overturn unless he finds good and valid reasons to do so. No one but him can change his opinions, one way or another. He can capably form logical ideas or solve problems with ease, and, if made to be the silent observer, perceiving and feeling out the circumstances, he could approach the situation from a higher plane than what may readily be apparent.

In the end, Lucas thinks life is dissatisfying and values any chance to take a break from reality and its inevitabilities, within reason. Not helping the matter is how he (vocally or not) finds causes to nitpick in most any setting, and dwells on negative thoughts of times present or past until they fester into sharp and volatile moods. His perception of himself may be reasonably comfortable, but he never forsakes opportunities to soothe and dull his own feelings. There are, however, rare occasions where he lets people into his life, and in that case, his words to them would be open and honest-- this case has a twofold result, since one could expect a twofold result, with both loyalty and deeper, better-informed criticism from Lucas himself.
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Likes~

• smart, fashionable men
  
• sci-fi and fantasy
  
• clever webcomics
  
• classic video games
  
• most alcoholic beverages
  
• traditional breakfast foods
  
• masago sushi
  
• French silk pie
  
• rainy days
  
• '70s and '80s music
  

Dislikes~

• other peoples' stupidity
  
• admitting his faults
  
• coffee
  
• orange juice
  
• bananas
  
• professional wrestling
  
• cheap, scratchy fabric
  
• getting his hair cut (he thinks it never looks right)
  
• his parents
  
• not being rich
  

Strengths~

• confident
  
• intelligent
  
• witty
  
• independent
  
• strong and healthy (for his size)
  

Weaknesses~

• haughty
  
• tactless
  
• impulsive
  
• terrible with money
  
• temperamental
  

Skills~

• speaks fluent English and some French
  
• cooking
  
• can work a syringe
  
• CPR (mandated lessons were given at work)
  
• computer expertise
  
• beatboxing (learned on the streets)
  

Hobbies~

• caring for his betta fish, Carbucketty
  
• playing classic emulated video games
  
• optimizing his laptop and desktop
  
• exploring Toronto (purposely getting lost in the city on his days off)
  
• keeping tabs on sci-fi memorabilia (via eBay, conventions, etc.)
  
• pestering lowlifes on several online forums
  

Habits~

• bites fingernails
  
• chews on ice cubes
  
• 'forgets' his clothes when alone at home
  
• spends his paycheck almost immediately
  

Flaws~

• acrophobic
  
• allergic to pollen
  
• alcohol dependency (feels tired and edgy without drinking daily)
  
• has injection scars on his arms (from careless intravenous drug use)
  

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_{b o d y . . .}

caught in your sights . . .

Age~ Thirty
Celebrity Claim~ Tyler Labine
Sexual Preference~ Homosexual
Ethnicity~ Dutch
Hair~ Light brown
Eyes~ Blue

/// APPEARANCE


Lucas sports a six-foot, three-inch height and broad frame, which fortunately supports his heavy weight rather well. Blunt features define his round face, where a sparse chinstrap beard has grown, and his wavy light brown hair is styled a few inches above his head in a spiked, fluffy mass. His small eyes are a clear cerulean color, his short button nose is somewhat wide, and his lips are a shade slender. Low-set eyebrows exaggerate the height of his forehead, and his prominent chin is covered with fuzz. His naturally light complexion tans easily without freckling, and a stylized maroon bear pawprint (like a slightly smudged cave painting) is tattooed against his right shoulder.

He makes sure his clothes are within good taste, fitting well and not unflatteringly loose, without stains or tatters. Adding touches needed to avoid looking overly plain, Lucas can commonly be seen wearing polos or buttoned-down shirts and trousers, when out of his rather drab and standard workwear. He may have left Amsterdam years ago, but he still finds himself drawn to certain garments of a European style (mainly shoes), even taking along a 'carry-all' if needed. His favorite colors tend to range between berry hues, light or dark, rich or subdued. His left earlobe is pierced with a plain pewter stud, which is sometimes switched out for something fancier.

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

this is where i come from . . .

Faction~ Mayhem
Birthplace~ Haarlem, The Netherlands
Mother~ Stefana (de Kuijpers) Janzen, fifty-seven years old, civilian
Father~ Andries Janzen, sixty years old, civilian
Siblings~ Hendrik Janzen, twenty-four years old, special: radio wave manipulation

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Camille Sagan, twenty-nine years old, special: hydrokinesis (half-sister)

Spouse~ N/A
Children~ N/A
Other Family~ Lijsbeth (Leeuwenhoek) Janzen, eighty years old, special: body possession (grandmother)

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Dewey Sagan, nine years old, special: health optimization (nephew)

/// HISTORY


Lucas was born and raised in the city of Haarlem, North Holland to a rather wealthy family. Unfortunately, his home life was less than ideal. He got along with his brother Hendrik, but his father was cold and distant and his mother harsh and overbearing, leading young Lucas to develop a sense of superiority to conquer all the criticism lobbed his way. He came to realize he didn't quite like girls like the other boys did when he was about fourteen, and for some reason just had to tell his mother and father this secret, even though he the relationship maintained between him and his parents was strained. A revelation met by their stark silence was followed up by his mother's constant badgering, insisting he was going through some phase, an outcry for attention that would surely change someday. Knowing she was wrong, he kept up a thoroughly secret affair with another boy at school one year his elder. So much bitterness developed between him and his parents for the next few years that he one day decided it should end.

He dropped out of school, packed up everything essential, and ran away from home at the age of seventeen. It was an impetuous choice that would probably either get him killed or drawn into the bad crowd, naturally, but he didn't care. As long as he had freedom, he was alright. His first stop was his dear old grandmother's house in Amsterdam, but that ended rather strangely when the woman, attempting to console her troubled grandson, offered Lucas insight into issues she shouldn't have known about at all. The gracious old lady complied when he begged her not to tell his parents of his whereabouts, but he was so spooked by the intrinsic knowledge she had of his life that he wound up leaving within the week. After that, he bummed around the nation's capital for a few months, crashing his friend's houses all the time, and was swept up into drug abuse, raucous partying, and petty crime.

It was a matter of months before he found himself in prison, not for drug use, but for public indecency brought on by drug use. Up until an anonymous friend bailed him out a few days later, he had plenty of free time to think. His life could have gone in a better direction, he could tell, and a way out could be found if he really looked. Step by step, he cleaned up his tracks, cutting off contact with the old friends who got him into trouble, found a job at a local coffee shop, and acquired a good apartment. Things were going well until Lucas yearned for success, which he would stop at nothing to obtain. Longing for a change in scenery as well, he set his sights on a nation across the proverbial pond; Canada. Assisted heavily by scholarships, he was able to attend the University of Toronto at the age of twenty. College was little problem since he was tutored in English concurrently with his classes, and the language was put to good use in his daily life. Lucas still fell into a few bad habits of yesteryear now and then, but he wound up graduating four years later with a degree in computer programming.

After that, Canadian citizenship and employment at a local corporation were no problem. Not ignoring the dating scene in the meantime, Lucas wound up in a serious relationship with a wonderful man; a lawyer named Dillon Hoyt. He eventually moved in with him to his luxurious penthouse apartment, and they lived happily ever after—but that was only conditional, until Lucas ran into a familiar friend from college. Unable to resist temptation, Lucas was coaxed to party every night, return home around dawn and crash on the sofa, and then go to his job completely drained. Sometimes, disregarding Dillon's feelings and concerns, Lucas would disappear from the place for days, which left his job and relationship on shaky ground.

After he was fired on the spot for showing up at work stoned, Dillon and he got into a heated dispute that ended with Lucas standing out in the hallway, a suitcase in each hand. His back to the closed door, Lucas felt his blood start to boil, and when a primal anger took over, he swung and kicked the door in revenge. To his shock, his foot cracked the brittle, frozen wooden door, but he chose to hightail it out of the place rather than stick around to figure things out. By the time Dillon stumbled to the door to look, Lucas had vanished. On that wintry night, Lucas shivered himself to sleep on a park bench.

Attempting to rebuild his life, he found work as a programmer for Trebuchet Systems Inc., the headquarters to an antivirus software and internet security company, and purchased a functional apartment in a decent neighborhood. So to speak, he was back on his feet—but that was only half the story. There have been a few public mishaps where his inexplicable power to freeze things has backfired and he barely escaped attention, which, when worriment was heeded and curiosity forced him to do so, made him try to gain and keep control over the strange new talent. He holds out hope, even though his online searches into the subject keep bringing up nothing but dead ends.


/// ANYTHING ELSE?

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His father was quite a philanderer. Lucas' sister Camille exists due to one such affair, but Lucas may still have other siblings out there somewhere...

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

what do you bring to the party ?

/// PLAYER INFORMATION

Name or Alias~ Froggy
CBox Name~ FroggyNine
Contact Info~ PM or cbox
Age~ Twenty-two
Years of RP Experience~ Eight
How Did You Find Us? I have always been. I will always be.

/// SAMPLE RP

It was a partly cloudy day at high noon, but more relevantly, it was lunchtime at the small, open-air café called El Dorado. In fact, Lucas, having stolen a curious glance at his watch seconds ago, expected to hear twelve tolls from a bell tower at any given moment. Though he arrived during the apparent midday rush, he was given a table off in the courtyard’s corner rather quickly, all things considered, and that was always good. If he had to wait too long, he probably would have lost interest in trying a new restaurant during his lunch break.

"Right, be back soon," the waiter said after affirming Lucas' drink order; iced tea with lemon, always a classic.

"Toodles," he said under his breath. In the meantime, having been interrupted from such not long before, Lucas resumed looking at the spoon he held in his hand, using the reflection to make sure such things as his hair and teeth were halfway presentable.

Some seconds went by before Lucas, holding the cold steel implement between his hands, had bypassed the point where his appearance mattered and sunk into thought. Just how well did metal channel heat, if that even mattered? Never before had he paid much attention to the laws of physics before he saw what he could do, but since that point, Lucas' world had a whole new spin to it.

As soon as his curiosity peaked, the slightest effort put behind his thoughts, Lucas noticed the spoon turn an icy white quicker than he could even react—not that he even knew how to stop it, though. When the spoon’s handle snapped in two effortlessly, his eyes widened with shock. "Oh, Jesus..."

Surrounded by hedges on two sides, Lucas spotted a potted plant by his table, a small pine tree that he would quickly designate as the spoon's ignominious resting place. Leaning over and pitching the frozen spoon into the dirt, under the small tree's rich green boughs. Thinking all was well and turning back to face the table again, cautiously optimistic, a tense rigor ran up the nape of his neck once he heard a familiar male voice at his side. It was the waiter.

"Decided?"

"Uh…yeah," Lucas said, fumbling for the menu, where he settled on none other than the first thing he saw, and, true to his nature, his order was mispronounced. "I'll have a chile…relleno...? Whatever it’s called," he said, handing the menu back to the man.

It was a close call, but at least nobody bothered to say anything. It looked like he was still in the clear.

Did you read the rules: Screw the rules, I have pointy hair!