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Inertia
 NAME: Thaddeus (Thad)Thawne
CHARACTER INFO: Thad was made for the sole purpose of revenge. A several century's old
feud, childish as any, consumed generations of his 'family'. There very reason for
living seemed to eventually be for nothing more then being better then the Allen family, and with out thinking or caring about the consequences, they
made Thad, with that, literally, as his only resin for living.
They slowed down his growth rate, taking an inter century to raise him to be perfect.
Faster, stronger, and smarter, than the boy who would become the "bane of his
existence".
He grew up knowing nothing else then what they told him to think and believe, lies of
his fore fathers being the poor abused underdogs, and the Allen's being horrible
manipulative bastards.
He never knew of real connections, bonds or affection. What he had was the cold company
of the personality's of dead "relatives" programmed in to a computer made to care for him.
The closest thing he had to a friend was an AI computer program named Craydl.
They taught him to think of bonds as a weakness, and that all others told lies, that they were
the only truly righteous ones, the only thing he could really trust.
The only human contact he had grown up with were doctors who tended to him and his
"Father", who was far from what any one could call pleasant company.
When they felt he was ready, he was sent in to the past to find the boy he had been cloned
from, with the intent to take his place, and to eventually kill him and every one around him
one by one.
He trapped Bart in a virtual reality, and took his place for over a month.
At first he hated it. The way they all acted, his family and friends. There closeness, and
overabundance of useless feelings and annoying gesture.
It was all very agitating.
But slowly the unexpected happened, it grew on him, and he liked it. He liked them.
The pride they showed, the love, warmth and appreciation they gave, how they liked him
even when he started acting just like himself instead of Bart, the way they listened and
accepted his opinions, and the lengths they would go to, just to show that they cared.
It was something he had never experienced, and he wanted to keep it.
There was a time that he nearly forgot completely about Bart, that this wasn't really his
life to keep.
And then it all came crashing down. He remembered in a single instance, and realized.
This wasn't his. The feeling they had and gave, weren't for him, never had been, and never
would be.
They didn't even know he existed. It was all for the boy he hated so much. It was for Bart.
And in that instant he wanted nothing more then to tear it all apart.
He started with Bart's mentor and father figure, Max Mercury, showing him who he really was.
And when he did, he found himself excepted, despite who he was and what he had done.
Max saw a confused child, not an enemy, and he offered him a place in there home to
really be part of the family.
And Thad almost took it.
But reality crashed on him again. If he did that he would be betraying every thing he
knew, joining, no worse, living under the person he was suppose to kill. Failing his
family, failing his very existence. And they weren't just going to let him get rid of Bart.
Nope. He would have to kill them all.
Then low and behold Bart himself showed up in the nick of time, as heroes have a
habit of doing, and Thad's attentions turned to him.
He tried to kill them both, intending to use the speed force (the thing that gives them
there power) it's self as his weapon to tear Max apart, and beating Bart in to a
bloody pulp.
But no matter how badly hurt Bart was, no matter what Thad did to him, he kept reaching
for Max, determined to save him even if it killed him.
No matter how he wrapped his head around it, Thad couldn't understand this concept.
What could Bart possibly gain from getting himself killed?
He momentarily lost himself to curiosity, and had to ask. "What IS this?"
His response was this "You...You really don't get it...do you? I...I love him...I'd die for
him. Or with him. That's what you do...How you feel when you love some one. Haven't
you ever felt that way about some one? Hasn't any one ever felt that way about you?"
And wasn't that a revolution. He watched the two, taking it all in, and then in an almost
dream like daze moved away from them. Letting them save each other.
No. He had definitely never had that.
He had no one. No one to save him. To even care if he lived or died. Nothing. Hardly
even a meaning.
Only a bunch of biter dead men who had made him to mindlessly fight there childish
"war". Condemning him to an empty, meaningless, existence.
The more he stood there and watch the two, the more that he thought about how he
would never have that for himself, the angrier he got.
Not at Bart or his family, but at his creator's.
They had lied to him. He was nothing more then there tool, and now he was a
useless one.
He ran, not hearing Bart calling out to him, not caring if they followed after him, not
really caring about much of anything.
He went back to his lab, his "home away from home", and tore it apart till, the
computers stopped talking and there was nothing left.
It didn't help.
With no where to go, a desire to be as far away from his old lab as he can get,
and no way to get back to his future, he is living on the streets, and occasionally
in shelters or the houses of people who have gone away for a stretch of time. He
dose petty crime to get by. Pick pocketing, shoplifting food and cloths.
He knows better then to grab attention by doing something big, and he never stays
in one place for very long.
He wants to find some purpose, some reason for being, and is doing a pretty lousy
job of finding it.
HP: 100 | Mhp: 5
LVL: 1 | EXP: (0/100)
AGE: Physically 14 / 15
STRENGTHS: Intelligence, planning, hacking, repairing, building machines/computers, and speed.
WEAKNESSES: He can have a harder time thinking well on the spot, too use to taking months to plan things out, he's not very good at handling surprises. He has very little first hand knowledge of true human nature, and some things that would be common knowledge to most can confuse or fluster him. Much to his displeasure he's very bad at controlling any emotion he's not use to, especially under stress. Also he's very touchy about things having to do with Bart, Hellen, Max, his "family", or the subject of clones, and has a great dislike for mirrors.
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SKILLS
Super-Speed: Pretty self explanatory. He can travel faster then the speed of light, and
is surrounded by an invisible aura to protect him from the more deadly aspects of simple
physics, like friction.
Molecular Vibration: Again, pretty self explanatory. He's able to control his body on a
molecular level, allowing him to vibrate his molecules so he can pass through solid
objects. He can also control the molecules of anything he touches, making them pass
through things as long as he touches it, or even make the objects molecules vibrate on
two opposing speeds and cause it to blow up. But if done wrong, that is something that
could easily end in disaster for him, and every one around him.
An inhumanly high metabolism: It means he can heal very quickly, but not always
accurately. And most, but not all, poisons and illnesses get burned up in his system
before they have much affect. Unfortunately it also means he has to eat allot, and often,
to keep himself from burning out. Which is not very conducive with his currant "life style".
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WEAPONS
None. He might pick one up if it's available, but he finds very little use in most
of them. Normally.
PLAYED BY: Thad_thawne
Sample RP: "Kssst-et up and do it again, Inertia! Kssst"
The com hissed to life over head as the young boy lay on the cold linoleum, chest heaving
as he tried desperately to catch his breath. Each inhale felt like sand paper sliding down in
to his lungs, and every exhale brought with it a lode of saliva and a bitter metallic taste, but
at the com's words he took one more large gulp of air and quickly moved to do as he was
instructed. He managed to push himself up on to all fours but as he tried to stand up, sore
and tired mussels gave in, despite his command to get up, landing him back in to a heap
on the floor.
He didn't try for it again, despite the com's insistence that he get up. It just wasn't going to
happen. Instead he lay glaring at his own blurry reflection in the fake metal floor, hands curling
in to tight fists, as he continued with the fight to regulate his breathing.
He listened to the muddled bickering of the doctors and Mr. Thawne up in the observation
room over head before Thawne came back on the com, consenting to the doctors insisted orders.
He would have ten minutes to gather himself before they would continue with the exercise.
Anger bubbled in his stomach and he clenched his fists tighter.
He shouldn't need ten minutes, he shouldn't have failed. Why couldn't he get this right?! They
had done this scenario twenty times over the last week and still he couldn't beat it!
He looked up at the computer generated image of his advisory. That hated boy who looked so
much like himself.
It stood over him triumphantly, pulling mocking faces at him, and Inertia's anger surged. He let
out a low, harsh growl that did his throat no good, and took a wild swipe at the annoyance,
then glowered at it from the floor as it easily dance out of his reach, unharmed and unfazed. He
tried to make it explode using only the power of his mind, as it childishly blew a raspberry in his
direction and thumbed it's nose at him, but alas, he did not have such power.
So instead he tried to rack his brain for where he had went wrong, what mistakes he had made
and how they had affected the battle, all the while watching the computer generated Bart Allen,
twitter about the room aimlessly, as if he was in the middle of some kind of drug induced
hallucination.
Inertia's jaw clenched and his train of thought broke off back on to a more chaotic road. How.
The Hell. Could he keep letting himself be beat by this thing?! And if he couldn't beat the
computer at such a low level how could he ever be expected to win against the real thing!?
What sort of growth potential do you see for your character?: A lot could potentially happen with him. Right now he's just looking for something to guide him. What, or who that turns out to be, will very much determine what ends he is led to.
How often do you think you will rp?: Once or twice a week generally. At the most once or twice a day, if I have a lot of time on my hands and I feel like really going at it. At the least, once a month if the carpel tunnel is really getting to me (not being sarcastic) or I just don't have time.
 Thad_Thawne · Mon Aug 04, 2008 @ 10:51pm · 0 Comments |
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