Name:
Deviant Amon Hietala
Gender:
Male
Age: 16
Appearance:
Deviant is a somewhat short lad, standing at only five feet and two inches tall, and he's rather lean and somewhat nobbley at the knees with that. His fingers and somewhat long and slender, but don't be mistaken by his somewhat weak looking hands, they can grab on and hold on for dear life when the chance arises. His cheeks are somewhat slender and his shoulders are smaller, if one wasn't paying attention enough they could mistake him for a petite female. His legs are pale, just like the rest of him really, they're skinny and nobbley but he can run fast if startled badly enough. His body type is very thin and petite, he looks like he could gain a few pounds, during his worse weeks his ribs might protrude out a bit. Let's move on from that, yeah?
His eyes, are color of ice blue and as sharp as an icicle, poking at people with the observant, icy tips. Now then, onto his locks. His hair is the color of a raven, as dark as the night and as deep as space. In other words; it's black. It's slightly longer in the back with it going down about a third or so of his pale neck, the sides can very clearly cover his ears, whilst the bangs usually hang around his face if he bothers to push them out of the way, they can go all the way down to the tip top of his cheek bones. Now then, his skin, isn't exactly very flawless. It's pale, but there are quite a few scars. An example of one is a scar on his stomach, it's about two inches long and a couple of centimeters wide and a nice marble like color, he has little to no memory as to how he got that one, he most likely got it when he was a child and tripped or something. Lastly; his nails. They're strong little things, of course they can still break but he does take pride in them not breaking constantly, and he does keep them a little sharp in case he keeps to claw someone or hold onto something.
Ability:
Hydrokinesis (I can always change this if need be ^o^)
Biography:
Deviant didn't exactly have a 'way out there' childhood, but it defiantly had some...ups and downs. The small boy was born on a cold winter day, December 21st to be exact in the early morning, as a light shimmer of snow fell upon the ground. Sound majestic? Yeah, it wasn't exactly very majestic having to push a wheelchair out of the hospital through a couple inches of slushy black ice while a cranky lady is holding a crying baby, or at least so his father said so. But, that's a whole nother story. Anywho, his childhood was pretty normal, save for when he was twelve. Oh boy. He had simply been in a bad mood, due to his mom yelling at him over a low score on a text, when he had gotten a glass of water and the entire glass had shattered once he had done so. Why had it shattered? His anger and bad mood had intertwined and had accidentally sparked his magic, causing the water pressure in the glass to rise rapidly and force the glass outward, making it shatter like a piece of ice thrown at the ground.
Thus, that was when the small twelve year old learned he had a small gift of magic, and thus his mother, who had apparently decided not to tell him until now that her side of the family had a history of nature related magic, started to train him to at least get a grip on his magical powers.
Then, he got a letter to attend Maelstrom, and now his new adventure begins.
Likes:
Small animals - Though he would never admit it openly, he has a softer side when it comes to furry little creatures, mostly cats and rabbits.
Drawing - It's a small talent of his, he's rather good at drawing flowers, he's best with markers since that's all he used when he was four until he was ten. What? Don't judge, you would too.
Baking - Okay, maybe he likes making brownies a little more than some people do.
Sweets in general - Chocolate? Yes please.
Astrology - He isn't sure why, but it's always interested him.
Reading - He likes a lot of writers. Wordsworth, Goethe, Wilde, Keats, many writers indeed.
Dislikes:
Idiots - Seriously, he hates uneducated people.
Ignorance - He doesn't understand how people just can not know things.
Storms - When he was about seven, he was playing in a small orchard by his house and a storm had started up, and thus he had gotten caught in it until his dad came and brought him home. Since then, he's hated them.
Weirdos - Get away, creep!
People who make fun of his height - It's not funny. He swears, it's not funny.
Math - He's terrible at it, he doesn't get it, he doesn't want to do it.
I hope this is good, tell me if I need to change anything!