Brooks, Carson

[Carson Brooks]

Carson Brooks
Power Absorption

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General »

Nickname: none
Gender: male
Age: 28
Student/Professor: Professor
Subject: Physics
Birth-date: 10/14/84
Birthplace: Indiana
Sexuality: straight
Face Claim: Taylor Kitsch

Appearance »

Eye color: blue-green
Hair color: blonde
Height: 6'0"
Build: muscular
Scars: none notable
Tattoos: none
Piercings: none

Personality »

Likes:

• motorcycles
  
• thunderstorms
  
• fire
  
• soccer
  
• running
  
• bacon
  
• teaching
  

Dislikes:

• touching people
  
• being touched
  
• bright lights
  
• grapefruit
  
• blatantly rude people
  

Fears:

• hurting people
  
• self-destruction
  
• doctors
  
• caves/mineshafts
  

Brief Summary:

Carson is one of those people who have a ton of potential but no ambition. He is pretty laid back and carefree and doesn't take much seriously. Most day to day things, he simply lets roll off his shoulders. That includes rude people, insults, or anything that might upset him. He would rather focus on things that make him happy than to agonize over things that are out of his control.

This carefree attitude keeps him relatively stress-free, but it also means he doesn't apply himself the way he could. Unless he can visualize the end result, he simply doesn't try. Getting him to put forth an effort in a hard situation takes a great deal of work. This doesn't mean Carson doesn't care about things. He does, as long as it's something that really matters. He cares about family, friends, and loved ones. He cares about having a roof over his head and having food to eat. Does he care if someone calls him stupid? No.

Beware, however. If Carson does get riled up about something, he has a hard time letting it go. If someone or something truly gets under his skin, he'll scratch until it bleeds. His temper is slow to burn, but it'll burn long and hot. He doesn't usually show his temper on the outside, but will keep it bottled up so he isn't hurting anyone with his words or actions.

On the flip side, Carson can be a hopeless romantic. He wants to find a storybook kind of love but doesn't know if it exists. Even if it does exist, he doesn't know if he can have it. If he's with somone, he's the type to get flowers and hold doors, but he does it all with a sense of humor, almost making fun of himself for it.

Carson's teaching style is pretty amazing. He really gets excited about his classes and he tries to get his students excited too by showing them things he thinks are amazing. He likes to do hands-on work, labs, and workshops that illustrate how physics work in the real world. If his students are reluctant, he doesn't let that get to him either. He'll try a different tactic and keep at it until they show some interest.

Power Description »

Carson has the ability to absorb someone's abilities through touch which is why he doesn't like touching people and can usually be found wearing gloves. He can absorb multiple abilities at a time, which usually doesn't end well for him as the powers will start to combine and become unpredictable. When he absorbs someone's powers, it only takes the barest of contact and the ability slams into him like a freight train. It's painful for him, though the pain fades after a few seconds. The other person won't feel any pain, but might experience dizziness or weakness which will pass. To balance this out, he has a nifty intuitive knowledge of how to use the power to an extent which comes in handy at times.

While Carson doesn't steal someone's power entirely, their abilities will be dampened for a few hours after the encounter, which is about how long Carson will have "borrowed" them. Depending on the length and/or frequency of contact, he'll have the powers for a longer or shorter amount of time. The longest would be a couple weeks and that's with repeated and prolonged exposure to the powers. The shortest would be about three hours.

When Carson's borrowed powers start to fade, it doesn't take long for them to be gone completely, usually minutes. Until then, he has the full strength of the powers he acquired. Currently, he's trying to figure out how to give someone their full strength back but he doesn't know if it's possible.

History »

Carson was born to a middle-class family out in the middle of nowhere in Indiana. He grew up surrounded by corn and soybeans, but it was a good childhood. It was a time filled with skateboarding down the newly paved country road in front of the house, cookouts with family on the fourth of July, and plenty of animals to take care of. His parents were older than average, having waited to have children, and Carson often found himself playing alone. It gave him a great imagination, but the public school system was quick to squash that out of him.

Carson was a good kid for the most part. He was always happy, whether he was alone or surrounded by people. He was smart, and this was a good thing but it had some unfortunate consequences. Around first or second grade, the teachers began contacting Carson's parents with news that he wasn't paying attention in class and was getting into trouble. When his parents questioned him about it, he told them he learned the lessons the teacher was going over, and didn't need to pay attention anymore. His grades reflected that this might be true, but he was still getting into trouble because he became bored without the challenges that learning presented.

It was a few years later, after Carson had entered high school, when things began to change for him. He still didn't apply himself or do his homework, but his grades were passable. That wasn't the problem. His abilities were. He had just joined the soccer team and he loved it. It was freshman year and things were looking good. So far, he was surviving acne and girls, and he hadn't been held back or kicked out despite his penchant for getting distracted by silly things like using a sharpie to decorate the desks.

Carson's abilities could have manifested in private, but that would have been too easy. No, he was at his second soccer game of the season. They'd won the last one, and he was looking forward to winning again. Unfortunately, he wouldn't get to see the end of the game. The guy playing center on the other team tried to pass the ball, and Carson tried to intercept it. Unfortunately, another opposing player came out of nowhere and cracked Carson across the shin with his own leg. Carson went down instantly, but it wasn't the pain in his leg that bothered him so much. It was the pain everywhere else that confused and frightened him.

Lights exploded behind Carson's eyes, and he couldn't see, couldn't think. He was disoriented and in pain. It faded quickly, and for a few moments, he thought he'd simply hit a nerve. He shook his head and propped himself to his feet, the people on the sidelines only looking at him in confusion. They hadn't noticed there was anything too abnormal going on. Carson felt different, though, like something wasn't quite right. For awhile, he played like he'd never played before. It almost seemed like his reflexes were faster somehow. Before the end of the game, however, someone touched him again. The same pain took him, and for less reason. The player had only brushed against him, and the after-effects were a bit different.

As soon as the pain wore off, all the lights went out. Somehow, Carson knew he'd been responsible, but that was impossible. He didn't have special abilities. He knew, though, that he'd absorbed the electricity out of the large field lights. He could feel it inside him, waiting to get set loose. Not knowing any better, that's exactly what he did. Half the field exploded in a wave of raw energy. There weren't any casualties, as there was no one on that half of the field at the time, but Carson was shaken.

Officials called off the game for obvious reasons. They debated on rescheduling, or simply using the score as it was to determine a winner since the game was almost over. Carson had already retreated to the locker room when the call was made that they'd won the game. No euphoria for him this time, and things only got worse.

After it was over, Carson went home and didn't speak of the event. He knew he was different now. He wasn't stupid. He was a mutant. Gifted. And somehow, he could take other people's powers. If his life needed a little difficulty to stimulate him, this was overdoing it. He had to come up with reasons not to touch people and to avoid it without attracting notice. He'd broken up with his girlfriend whom he'd really liked, and he did it all because he didn't know who was gifted and who wasn't. Some of the powers were cool, but it hurt when they transferred and he also didn't want a repeat experience of the soccer field. That had scared him and he didn't want to hurt someone because he didn't know what he was doing.

It was three years after that, junior year in high school when he had one of the biggest experiences of his life. He'd heard about a group that was meeting after school. A special group for special people. He was curious about figuring some things out, so he went. Carson didn't exactly do it on purpose, but he figured if he was going to experiment with what he could do, it should be around others like him. Boy, was he wrong. The teacher running the group had them all shake hands, and Carson obliged. Searing pain after searing pain, and more abilities than he could tell apart. It all got jumbled in his head and made him dizzy.

The next thing Carson knew, he was on his back with the teacher's knee in his chest and half the room was on fire. The other half was apparently invisible because he could see through it, but the smoke from the fire wouldn't pass it. The floor was liquified, and half the students there looked exactly alike as if they'd been morphed into clones. The teacher leaned down into his terrified face and told him to leave. When Carson got home, though, there was a pamphlet in his pocket that hadn't been there before. Silas Academy.

Carson's parents, knowing this was out of their ability to assist with, sent him to the school to learn and there he stayed. He graduated high school from there, and college. He even stuck around to teach. It was a higher risk for him to be around so many gifted people, but he's careful and he wanted to help those who couldn't help themselves.

OOC »

OOC Name: Satara (Tara)
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