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Think I've got everything in there... OTL This has to be the longest app I ever did, I hope I get in… All my RP babies so far where humorous, to some extend, so I decided to make a sad, angsty baby for once! =///= I’m shy, I hope people won’t mind *Hides face in hands* And I hope he’ll be fun to RP anyway… And man, he looks like Leon and Prussia had a baby together… Well, in any case, please enjoy the depressiveness ahead!

Name: Jack “Little Boy” Sanders

Alignment: Government

Occupation: Enforcer/test subject for the government
Age: 25
Gender: Male

Height: 1.72m
Personality:

Laid back – He doesn’t worry about superficial things, like looks, or money, or what others think of him.

Honest – He doesn’t lie unless he’s got a real, real good reason to do it, and always keeps his promises.

Careless - He may take decisions without much thinking. He lets his emotion guide him, most of the time.

Self-reproachful – He reproaches himself, not what he has done, but what he is. He hardly even considers himself (or elements in general) human, sees them as monsters instead.

Unstable – He’s had some traumatisms in his life and can easily be shaken up, weakened, both mentally and physically. His mental state also greatly affects his physical well-being.

Element Name: Plutonium
Atomic Number: 94
Family Name: Actinides
Abilities:

Explosion Plutonium’s main use is in explosives. Nuclear bombs, in fact. Of course, Jack can’t create nuclear explosions. It would request an incredible amount of energy, and would also be suicide, and our Little Boy isn’t quite ready to die yet. Instead, he uses the high thermal energy of his element to create small and somewhat controlled explosions at short distance. However, in purely hypothetical words, scientists studying him believe he would be able to use his body as a bomb and trigger a nuclear explosion. Since only about 5 kg of plutonium is required to create an atomic explosion, the blast of Jack’s whole body mass would be apocalyptical. It remains purely hypothetical, though.

Combustion Plutonium also has the wonderful ability to sometimes spontaneously ignite when in contact with oxygen. Jack can’t control this reaction, and his awakening form is accompanied by little unwanted spurts of fire over his very own body. This also is the reason why he wears a gas mask when in this form; not to filter the air around him, but to keep it from reaching his mouth, nose and eyes. Spontaneous combustion of lungs and eyes isn’t a pleasant thing.

History:

          Jack Sanders was your usual carefree and happy-go-lucky man. He had the perfect girlfriend, the friendliest work buddies (even though he hated his boss), and enough money to live just well in the ever-moving New York District. Only little thing, he was not exactly human. Yet he didn’t care, nor did his girlfriend. They simply hid it, living a perfectly normal life. It’s not like he was any way near dangerous, after all. He just had not to use his “powers”.

         He was only 21 when he and his girlfriend became fiancés, and soon after, she became pregnant. They were the happiest young couple in the world. Their only worry was that the kid might be like his father. Yet they decided not to care. Jack was living a perfectly normal life, why couldn’t their child do the same? After a few months, however, the doctor told them the baby wasn’t developing properly. They didn’t know the cause. They only knew their child would most likely have mobility problems. Here again, the couple decided not to worry about it. If their child needed a wheelchair, then they would buy one and accompany him where he needed to go.

          The ninth month, on the other hand, was the beginning of the nightmare for the young Sanders. They arrived at the hospital like every other couple on their first time; nervous, yet full of joyful anticipation. But the delivery didn’t go well. It was long, way too long, and painful. And when the baby finally came out, it turned out he hadn’t inherited of his father’s unique chemical composition. Instead, he was deformed, all twisted, in a grotesque caricature of a human. But the worst was his face: misproportioned, corpselike, staring at him with eyes that couldn’t see. The doctor had to bring the shocked new father to the closest bathroom to keep him from emptying the content of his stomach on the floor, while at the same time struggling to make the baby breath. It died after 5 hours of useless efforts. Or maybe the doctors agreed not to make the poor thing suffer any longer. In any case, the ghostly face that was his child’s would haunt Jack forever.

          The young man had to go through therapy after the event. This meant revealing his true nature, but his girlfriend and he agreed that it was for the best. He wasn’t sleeping and was losing weight. An idea was eating him from the inside: that it was the radiations of his own body that caused their baby to mutate. For plutonium is radioactive. The doctors assured him that they couldn’t prove it was for that reason, but Jack stuck to it. He became troubled, unstable.

          Soon, the government requested for him to be monitored all time, and to work for them. He agreed. At this point, he had decided that elements were dangerous, that they were monsters, and should be kept under strict observation. This way, we would be able to know the risks.

          As Jack started getting better, his girlfriend got sick. Really sick. Yet, she didn’t want to tell him, because she knew it might break him. She acted as if everything was alright. But when he came home one evening to see her collapsed on the floor, he knew something was off. She spent months at the hospital, not telling him what was wrong, but it soon became obvious to him. She died of cancer at the young age of 23.

         No matter how much the doctors told him they couldn’t prove it, Jack was now sure that his body’s radioactivity was the cause of all of his misfortune. And if he was dangerous, then the other elements had to be, too. So, he made it his duty to protect the people from the threat of all elements, including himself.


Likes/Dislikes:

Physical work. It keeps the mind busy.

Warm beverages, clothes (you know, the ones that just came out of the dryer), blankets, soup, beds…

Silly, meaningless talking.

Banana milkshakes

Babies. He can’t look at them.

Hospitals

Stressed people

Being alone. Poor baby just needs love! QAQ

Being at the bottom floors of big buildings, especially old ones. He can’t help but fear that the thing collapse on him, squishing the plutonium in his body to its critical mass and making him go BOOM.

Extra(s):

Almost too thin to be healthy.

Totally bisexual. Guys, don’t be shy~

The nickname “Little Boy” comes from the first atomic bomb ever used in warfare (Hiroshima). However, the nickname in itself is faulty, since Little Boy was a uranium-based nuclear bomb. It contained no plutonium.

He looks no way like a government agent. The only little thing on him that comes from the government is that heavy metal shirt he wears under his vest. The scientists created it, believing it might prevent the radiations from escaping his body. His looks often cause problems with security agents (who doesn’t believe him when he says he works for the government “I’ll ask you to please keep your hands on your head while I call someone for confirmation.” “*Sigh* Again…?”), but it might also help to stay unsuspected around those of the rebellion.

By the way, since the metal shirt is heavy, it keeps his shoulders down and slumped. The metal plates on his chest and shoulders might, and I say might, serve as a bulletproof vest, if he’s lucky enough. Not that anyone seems to be carrying a gun around here…

He’s scared to love again and to hurt someone, yet he so much needs to be loved. Someone love him//shot

This vest with the nuclear symbol on its back is his favourite. He likes its ironic frankness.

The ring at his neck is the one he had given to his girlfriend, when he proposed her.

Yes, these are pink boxers.

Plutonium as a metallic taste. Just sayin’~ *Wiggles eyebrows*

RP Method: I prefer paragraph RP in notes, but I’d be fine with anything~

Description

Think I've got everything in there... OTL This has to be the longest app I ever did, I hope I get in… All my RP babies so far where humorous, to some extend, so I decided to make a sad, angsty baby for once! =///= I’m shy, I hope people won’t mind *Hides face in hands* And I hope he’ll be fun to RP anyway… And man, he looks like Leon and Prussia had a baby together… Well, in any case, please enjoy the depressiveness ahead!

Name: Jack “Little Boy” Sanders

Alignment: Government

Occupation: Enforcer/test subject for the government
Age: 25
Gender: Male

Height: 1.72m
Personality:

Laid back – He doesn’t worry about superficial things, like looks, or money, or what others think of him.

Honest – He doesn’t lie unless he’s got a real, real good reason to do it, and always keeps his promises.

Careless - He may take decisions without much thinking. He lets his emotion guide him, most of the time.

Self-reproachful – He reproaches himself, not what he has done, but what he is. He hardly even considers himself (or elements in general) human, sees them as monsters instead.

Unstable – He’s had some traumatisms in his life and can easily be shaken up, weakened, both mentally and physically. His mental state also greatly affects his physical well-being.

Element Name: Plutonium
Atomic Number: 94
Family Name: Actinides
Abilities:

Explosion Plutonium’s main use is in explosives. Nuclear bombs, in fact. Of course, Jack can’t create nuclear explosions. It would request an incredible amount of energy, and would also be suicide, and our Little Boy isn’t quite ready to die yet. Instead, he uses the high thermal energy of his element to create small and somewhat controlled explosions at short distance. However, in purely hypothetical words, scientists studying him believe he would be able to use his body as a bomb and trigger a nuclear explosion. Since only about 5 kg of plutonium is required to create an atomic explosion, the blast of Jack’s whole body mass would be apocalyptical. It remains purely hypothetical, though.

Combustion Plutonium also has the wonderful ability to sometimes spontaneously ignite when in contact with oxygen. Jack can’t control this reaction, and his awakening form is accompanied by little unwanted spurts of fire over his very own body. This also is the reason why he wears a gas mask when in this form; not to filter the air around him, but to keep it from reaching his mouth, nose and eyes. Spontaneous combustion of lungs and eyes isn’t a pleasant thing.

History:

          Jack Sanders was your usual carefree and happy-go-lucky man. He had the perfect girlfriend, the friendliest work buddies (even though he hated his boss), and enough money to live just well in the ever-moving New York District. Only little thing, he was not exactly human. Yet he didn’t care, nor did his girlfriend. They simply hid it, living a perfectly normal life. It’s not like he was any way near dangerous, after all. He just had not to use his “powers”.

         He was only 21 when he and his girlfriend became fiancés, and soon after, she became pregnant. They were the happiest young couple in the world. Their only worry was that the kid might be like his father. Yet they decided not to care. Jack was living a perfectly normal life, why couldn’t their child do the same? After a few months, however, the doctor told them the baby wasn’t developing properly. They didn’t know the cause. They only knew their child would most likely have mobility problems. Here again, the couple decided not to worry about it. If their child needed a wheelchair, then they would buy one and accompany him where he needed to go.

          The ninth month, on the other hand, was the beginning of the nightmare for the young Sanders. They arrived at the hospital like every other couple on their first time; nervous, yet full of joyful anticipation. But the delivery didn’t go well. It was long, way too long, and painful. And when the baby finally came out, it turned out he hadn’t inherited of his father’s unique chemical composition. Instead, he was deformed, all twisted, in a grotesque caricature of a human. But the worst was his face: misproportioned, corpselike, staring at him with eyes that couldn’t see. The doctor had to bring the shocked new father to the closest bathroom to keep him from emptying the content of his stomach on the floor, while at the same time struggling to make the baby breath. It died after 5 hours of useless efforts. Or maybe the doctors agreed not to make the poor thing suffer any longer. In any case, the ghostly face that was his child’s would haunt Jack forever.

          The young man had to go through therapy after the event. This meant revealing his true nature, but his girlfriend and he agreed that it was for the best. He wasn’t sleeping and was losing weight. An idea was eating him from the inside: that it was the radiations of his own body that caused their baby to mutate. For plutonium is radioactive. The doctors assured him that they couldn’t prove it was for that reason, but Jack stuck to it. He became troubled, unstable.

          Soon, the government requested for him to be monitored all time, and to work for them. He agreed. At this point, he had decided that elements were dangerous, that they were monsters, and should be kept under strict observation. This way, we would be able to know the risks.

          As Jack started getting better, his girlfriend got sick. Really sick. Yet, she didn’t want to tell him, because she knew it might break him. She acted as if everything was alright. But when he came home one evening to see her collapsed on the floor, he knew something was off. She spent months at the hospital, not telling him what was wrong, but it soon became obvious to him. She died of cancer at the young age of 23.

         No matter how much the doctors told him they couldn’t prove it, Jack was now sure that his body’s radioactivity was the cause of all of his misfortune. And if he was dangerous, then the other elements had to be, too. So, he made it his duty to protect the people from the threat of all elements, including himself.


Likes/Dislikes:

Physical work. It keeps the mind busy.

Warm beverages, clothes (you know, the ones that just came out of the dryer), blankets, soup, beds…

Silly, meaningless talking.

Banana milkshakes

Babies. He can’t look at them.

Hospitals

Stressed people

Being alone. Poor baby just needs love! QAQ

Being at the bottom floors of big buildings, especially old ones. He can’t help but fear that the thing collapse on him, squishing the plutonium in his body to its critical mass and making him go BOOM.

Extra(s):

Almost too thin to be healthy.

Totally bisexual. Guys, don’t be shy~

The nickname “Little Boy” comes from the first atomic bomb ever used in warfare (Hiroshima). However, the nickname in itself is faulty, since Little Boy was a uranium-based nuclear bomb. It contained no plutonium.

He looks no way like a government agent. The only little thing on him that comes from the government is that heavy metal shirt he wears under his vest. The scientists created it, believing it might prevent the radiations from escaping his body. His looks often cause problems with security agents (who doesn’t believe him when he says he works for the government “I’ll ask you to please keep your hands on your head while I call someone for confirmation.” “*Sigh* Again…?”), but it might also help to stay unsuspected around those of the rebellion.

By the way, since the metal shirt is heavy, it keeps his shoulders down and slumped. The metal plates on his chest and shoulders might, and I say might, serve as a bulletproof vest, if he’s lucky enough. Not that anyone seems to be carrying a gun around here…

He’s scared to love again and to hurt someone, yet he so much needs to be loved. Someone love him//shot

This vest with the nuclear symbol on its back is his favourite. He likes its ironic frankness.

The ring at his neck is the one he had given to his girlfriend, when he proposed her.

Yes, these are pink boxers.

Plutonium as a metallic taste. Just sayin’~ *Wiggles eyebrows*

RP Method: I prefer paragraph RP in notes, but I’d be fine with anything~