Dreamkeepers Forums - Profile of PowerButton
|Power: Temporary Insanity|
|Affiliation: Friends, The Press|
|Quote: "What I gotta do for a picture..."|
|Motive: Get a story and picks for news|
|Allies: Friends, Those who give him info|
|Enemies: Other Reporters, Anyone stoping him from finding the truth|
|About: Personality: Curiouse, Disregards warnings, and is persistent |
Power: Can trigger temporary insanity, wether it be a tad bit loopy or batshit crazy. The thicker the halo, the crazier he gets. This can come in handy when pulling off crazy escapes, intimidating if necessary, and situating ones self in crazy spots for the perfect shot. However, if he reaches a high enough level of insanity, he could loose himself for good and not be able to pull himself back together.
The Story: For most of his juvenile life, Nathan lived under strict parents. He couldn't explore, test himself, or reach the distances he wished. As you can imagine being on such a short leash was maddening, Nathan blames that "leash" for his power today. When he was old enough to start a life for himself he vowed to see every inch of Andurana. He wanted to uncover its secrets, meet its people, and gaze upon its greatest wonders. Lucky for him...a reporter does just that. He now collects stories and pictures for the news...but...sometimes his dream job can land him in tight spots.
Total RP posts: 40
Latest Scene: In Looking For A Story (I know the forums are dead, but what the heck) at 5:06pm April 10 2018:
(I've actually had this idea before, but the rp died then. So, here it is returning for round two)
As light quickly faded from the sky, dowsing the Margate skyline in a deep blue hue, the citizens of the district shut up shop and went their separate ways. The atmosphere was left silent and somber, as the shabby street lamps attempted to cut through a sea fog that had recently blown in. Only distant murmurs of activity could be heard, coming from far off pubs and clubs. As the minutes ticked by the Margate District began to steadily resemble a ghost town.
Despite the hour however, a few dreamkeepers sot refuge in a small diner. There it sat at the fork of two streets leading down the water. It's glowing letters gently flickering as if tired from a long day's illumination. Within, at one of the further tables, sat one dreamkeeper in particular. He was a lanky fellow currently stooped over a cup of distasteful coffee. At his side rested a small camera, its strap hanging down and off the booth.
(...and that's where we'll begin)