OOC
NAME: huang zitao.
OCCUPATION: exo(-m).
JOURNAL & AIM:![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
deflective & controls time.
IC
AGE: 17.
YEAR: 3.
POWER LEVEL: omega.
BACKGROUND: when liu zilin's pallid fitful newborn son is placed in her arms, she scoffs, displeased. the midwife asks, in a whisper, "what do you want most for your child, madam?"
the light in zilin's eyes is bright and fanatic. "power. more power than the world has ever known." with a wave of her hand, the child is taken away, and she tries her best to forget, from that moment on, that the child she had fought so hard to bring into the world would never amount to anything.
the princess of thieves never lives to see her son disappoint her. the father of the child (a man not her husband) kills her, and himself, three days after the birth. there's a quiet funeral, attended only by her father.
her father, once a notorious crimelord in eastern china, is a quiet man. he's old, weary, and he spends his days quietly in his estate with his little grandson, who is all the family he has left. his lieutenants and allies control the territory he spent his entire life gaining control of. all that struggle, the pain both physical and mental, losing his friends at every turn — he worked so hard for it, he feels it should pain him that it's so easily taken away (given away) but he can't bring himself to care. he has his rose garden and his fishing lake and little zitao.
little zitao, big eyes and dark hair and lanky limbs. he's a tiny soft-spoken boy, full of questions. "papa, why?" is his favorite question. he wants to know everything and anything, wants to know why the sky is blue and why the clouds are white and why dead things can't come back to life if you wish it hard enough.
school is taught in the gazebo overlooking the fishing lake, with it's own pond of little orange goldfish. zitao learns everything he needs to know. (zitao wakes up one morning and wishes time could stop so he can enjoy his morning better. he spends four hours wandering the estate, watching the frozen bodies so still and silent, before he wishes time would go back to normal. he tells his grandfather the story in a quiet serious voice, demonstrates the way he can make the world stop around him. zitao gets lessons on that in the gazebo too.) he only ever leaves the grounds for his wushu lessons, twice a week. he gets driven down to the nearest town in a black-tinted bullet-proof window'd suv and is watched over by two men in dark suits and darker guns.
at fourteen, his grandfather touches his hair, smiles. zitao is taller than him now, and wushu has changed him from a frail little boy to a sturdy sapling of a young man, with the hint of greatness around the breadth of his shoulders and the width of his thighs. "it's time to get out into the world, little one."
on the car ride to the academy, there's an accident. old enemies, old vengeance, old greed. his grandfather dies, zitao can no longer walk. his first year at xavier-lee is quiet and tearful, learning not only how to make his way around without legs, but also how to make his way through life without his grandfather's anchor.
three years later, zitao is seventeen and unwilling to live life contrary to his own wishes. he's learned things, amazing things, that he can do with his powers, and he thinks he's learned just enough to do this. he goes to sleep one night, wakes up three years ago. he is seventeen but in china, fourteen year old zitao is preparing for a great trip. he makes his way to china, he meddles here and there, he appears where he isn't supposed to be. fourteen year old zitao and his grandfather make it to the airport, and seventeen year old zitao nods in satisfaction — but grandfather sees him before he makes his way back to three years coming.
when he wakes up, the headmaster is... not angry, but a little disappointed, and very resigned. when zitao wakes up, there's no longer a wheelchair, and his grandfather is alive. ("we had hoped," headmaster says, "that this time around you would be adjusted enough not to change the past. this is very serious, zitao. time is a precious fragile thing. it can't be up to one person to decide when and what to change.") zitao has three months of probation, unable to use his powers without a professor present, but when he calls his grandfather and hears his voice, it's worth it.
POWER: chronokinesis: the ability to manipulate the flow of time of a general area or a specific target in various manners, the basics revolving around accelerating, slowing, stopping and even rewinding or looping. the range of area affected is proportional to the mastery of the user, with top levels can affect the entire space and time continuum.
at present time, zitao has the ability to: slow, stop, or accelerate time, or take himself to a different time period. while manipulating the speed of time, it can happen while tao himself is unaffected, or anyone tao is currently physically touching. he can't yet change time around a group of individuals, and even touching he can only keep two people (besides himself) unaffected. time travel is something he's still not got full control of. while it's usually easy enough to travel to a different time, coming back to the present time is always a bit trickier for him. he's heard stories of people getting stuck (and the awful consequence of traveling time and messing with history -- or the future), so combined with his latest forray into traveling, it's not something he utilizes often. tao has a knack for manipulating time in small spaces, though he can manipulate time for the entire planet (he's frozen the entire planet, once, when extremely scared -- he tries to pretend it never happened since no one but him seems to remember).
NAME: huang zitao.
OCCUPATION: exo(-m).
JOURNAL & AIM:
deflective & controls time.IC
AGE: 17.
YEAR: 3.
POWER LEVEL: omega.
BACKGROUND: when liu zilin's pallid fitful newborn son is placed in her arms, she scoffs, displeased. the midwife asks, in a whisper, "what do you want most for your child, madam?"
the light in zilin's eyes is bright and fanatic. "power. more power than the world has ever known." with a wave of her hand, the child is taken away, and she tries her best to forget, from that moment on, that the child she had fought so hard to bring into the world would never amount to anything.
the princess of thieves never lives to see her son disappoint her. the father of the child (a man not her husband) kills her, and himself, three days after the birth. there's a quiet funeral, attended only by her father.
her father, once a notorious crimelord in eastern china, is a quiet man. he's old, weary, and he spends his days quietly in his estate with his little grandson, who is all the family he has left. his lieutenants and allies control the territory he spent his entire life gaining control of. all that struggle, the pain both physical and mental, losing his friends at every turn — he worked so hard for it, he feels it should pain him that it's so easily taken away (given away) but he can't bring himself to care. he has his rose garden and his fishing lake and little zitao.
little zitao, big eyes and dark hair and lanky limbs. he's a tiny soft-spoken boy, full of questions. "papa, why?" is his favorite question. he wants to know everything and anything, wants to know why the sky is blue and why the clouds are white and why dead things can't come back to life if you wish it hard enough.
school is taught in the gazebo overlooking the fishing lake, with it's own pond of little orange goldfish. zitao learns everything he needs to know. (zitao wakes up one morning and wishes time could stop so he can enjoy his morning better. he spends four hours wandering the estate, watching the frozen bodies so still and silent, before he wishes time would go back to normal. he tells his grandfather the story in a quiet serious voice, demonstrates the way he can make the world stop around him. zitao gets lessons on that in the gazebo too.) he only ever leaves the grounds for his wushu lessons, twice a week. he gets driven down to the nearest town in a black-tinted bullet-proof window'd suv and is watched over by two men in dark suits and darker guns.
at fourteen, his grandfather touches his hair, smiles. zitao is taller than him now, and wushu has changed him from a frail little boy to a sturdy sapling of a young man, with the hint of greatness around the breadth of his shoulders and the width of his thighs. "it's time to get out into the world, little one."
on the car ride to the academy, there's an accident. old enemies, old vengeance, old greed. his grandfather dies, zitao can no longer walk. his first year at xavier-lee is quiet and tearful, learning not only how to make his way around without legs, but also how to make his way through life without his grandfather's anchor.
three years later, zitao is seventeen and unwilling to live life contrary to his own wishes. he's learned things, amazing things, that he can do with his powers, and he thinks he's learned just enough to do this. he goes to sleep one night, wakes up three years ago. he is seventeen but in china, fourteen year old zitao is preparing for a great trip. he makes his way to china, he meddles here and there, he appears where he isn't supposed to be. fourteen year old zitao and his grandfather make it to the airport, and seventeen year old zitao nods in satisfaction — but grandfather sees him before he makes his way back to three years coming.
when he wakes up, the headmaster is... not angry, but a little disappointed, and very resigned. when zitao wakes up, there's no longer a wheelchair, and his grandfather is alive. ("we had hoped," headmaster says, "that this time around you would be adjusted enough not to change the past. this is very serious, zitao. time is a precious fragile thing. it can't be up to one person to decide when and what to change.") zitao has three months of probation, unable to use his powers without a professor present, but when he calls his grandfather and hears his voice, it's worth it.
POWER: chronokinesis: the ability to manipulate the flow of time of a general area or a specific target in various manners, the basics revolving around accelerating, slowing, stopping and even rewinding or looping. the range of area affected is proportional to the mastery of the user, with top levels can affect the entire space and time continuum.
at present time, zitao has the ability to: slow, stop, or accelerate time, or take himself to a different time period. while manipulating the speed of time, it can happen while tao himself is unaffected, or anyone tao is currently physically touching. he can't yet change time around a group of individuals, and even touching he can only keep two people (besides himself) unaffected. time travel is something he's still not got full control of. while it's usually easy enough to travel to a different time, coming back to the present time is always a bit trickier for him. he's heard stories of people getting stuck (and the awful consequence of traveling time and messing with history -- or the future), so combined with his latest forray into traveling, it's not something he utilizes often. tao has a knack for manipulating time in small spaces, though he can manipulate time for the entire planet (he's frozen the entire planet, once, when extremely scared -- he tries to pretend it never happened since no one but him seems to remember).
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