My boy builds coffins for the rich and the poor

Let me know what you think. Can also suggest plots.

PLAYER INFORMATION
PLAYER:
ARE YOU AT LEAST 14 YEARS OLD?: yes
IF UNDER 18 YEARS OLD, PLEASE STATE YOUR AGE: N/A
CONTACT: privatewing@gmail.com
PERSONAL JOURNAL: greedyslayer
CHARACTERS PLAYED: N/A in this game

CHARACTER INFORMATION
NAME: Amon (Saul Amon, exclusively goes by last name Amon only)
CANON: Legend of Korra
CANON REFERENCE: http://avatar.wikia.com/wiki/Amon
AGE: 17
GENDER: mentally/physically male
YEAR IN SCHOOL/FACULTY POSITION: 11th grade

APPEARANCE: Normally: Wears a white knit mask/balaclava that covers everything except his eyes. Mask with design of a red circle on the forehead and pale yellow markings along the eye holes and cheek areas. Mask stretches down his neck, meeting the shirt collar. Often wears a dark hooded coat; dark long-sleeved shirt with Chinese character for 'peace' written in a red circle; gray cargo pants; dark brown boots and dark brown gloves. The point is to completely cover his body. The burn scars consume his entire face. Most of his hair is intact, dark and umkept, but rarely shown in public, either under balaclava or hood.

Basically a modern day adolescent version of this: http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DHTvjIOqVpM/T-FL0ymKySI/AAAAAAAABmw/7GMSjw7Wtio/s1600/amon.jpg

http://avatarthelastairbenderonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/Equalist.jpg

And frankly mixed with this, because the masks would be similar, though Amon's is white instead of black (and this physique is more in line with Amon's adolescent frame): http://avatarthelastairbenderonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/Equalist-henchmen.jpg

The Chinese character on his shirt: http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb57888/avatar/images/f/fd/Equalists_icon.png

PERSONALITY (some AU mixed in):

Amon is a very controlled figure, despite of--or more like because of his trauma. He learned to be cold and calculating to survive, to detach himself for his own protection. Though much of that mental and emotional detachment was spurred on by his veritable physical detachment, the constant struggle to avoid human touch when he thought it made everyone faint. Though survival's always on Amon's mind in some form or another, he's also grown to want advancement when and where he could get it. Normally Amon will wait and observe to see the world better, then engage when he feels he has someting of a strategy to follow. But he doesn't just stick with the plan, he can alter it. He's quite resourceful. But Amon can be very stubborn in the things he chooses to believe in, though he's not completely beyond a good argument. And he does like to argue, and argue well (he loses patience with what strikes him as low intelligence).

Part of Amon's growing belief system is the idea of equality, stemming from his own trauma and desire for justice and even compassion, though that trait's now buried under layers of detachment. He's grown to believe in the fair treatment of people, though he can lean toward the more extremist side of things, more inclined to believe the ends justify the means. Still, it's complicated by his own conflicted feelings on the mutant-human divide, experiencing too much ill and good from both sides. After what happened to his non-mutant family, he can get where non-mutants come from, but he also has an understanding of the mutant perspective too. And yet at the moment he leans more toward anti-mutant feelings deep down, harboring a mix of general hate toward the mutant that took his family and what he stood for, and Amon's hate for his own powers. He hates how he abused them--it was for survival, but he feels he still abused them. He hates that his powers even apparently make a distinction--only blocking mutants' powers with a touch, but full on knocking non-mutants out with that same touch. His loathing isn't entirely rational, and Amon dislikes that. He needs to find a well-reasoned argument, because deep down he is a creature of logic, though he is just as much a creature of passion, too.

Amon is a perfectionist. Part of a desire to survive and advance involves making himself better and being competent, so Amon is very much invested in training his body and mind. He strives to avoid failure, and when that does happen, it's to be criticized and not repeated. To an extent, when associating with others and giving him his trust, he occasionally expects similar perfection from them, but it takes much to make Amon fully lose his temper or composure. Amon is more interested in making allies than enemies, and he'll employ his oratory skills to inspire loyalty and for persuasion, even theatrics if he has to. But he's not entirely against making enemies if he has to, if no acceptable accord can be reached on his terms. He's not entirely an expert with technology, but he's very interested in it. Technology to him is something that can be accessible to everyone, whether mutant or not.

POWERS/ABILITIES: With one touch, he can temporarily block mutant powers, or render a non-mutant unconscious. It's basically about blocking human energy. With a mutant, the energy of his powers is blocked by Amon's touch. With a non-mutant who doesn't have the energy of a mutant power to be blocked, the energy of his consciousness is instead blocked by Amon's touch. This always requires Amon's skin touching another person's skin. Cloth is enough to stop contact and triggering Amon's powers. Amon's power only works on humans. He has no control over this power currently, other than physically trying to decide when and whom he physically touches. With more control, he could extend the blocking time, depriving mutants of their powers longer or knocking out people for days, even putting them in a coma. His power can't block a mutated physical appearance though, i.e. if he touches a person whose mutation is being blue or includes being blue, that person won't suddenly lose his blue color for a temporary time. His power blocks a mutant's skill-based power.

Non-mutant skills: Rough hand-to-hand combat picked up on the streets. Very nimble and fast, though not through mutant advancement.

AU HISTORY:

Saul Amon was born in a small town out in the country. His family worked a farm on the outskirts, and he had many sisters and brothers. Life was calm for the boy until he was twelve years old. A man had stumbled onto their farm, wounded. He was armed. The farming family disarmed him and tended to him while they contacted medical personnel. They were told to keep the man there, the ambulance and police would come to pick him up. But the man came to, delirious, unstable, violent--and then a fire lit up in his hand. In his delirium and fear, the mutant attacked the family that had tried to help him with his fire abilities. The fire mutant escaped, the farm left burning, and the family dead, except for Saul Amon--and after this he just went only by his last name, Amon. (Mostly due to trauma, but part of him is just giving into his embarrassment over the somewhat pun of his name, Saul Amon=Solomon.)

The ambulance arrived, and instead took Amon to the emergency room. But while tending to the boy, something alarming and strange happened. Though wearing gloves, a nurse's exposed elbow grazed Amon's own exposed arm. She immediately fainted. At first this meant nothing, the nurse was just tended to as well. But when drawing Amon's blood, a nurse's arm grazed his skin. That nurse fainted too. While another nurse went to help their fallen coworker and another went to help Amon with the needle stuck in his arm, again the nurse's arm grazed Amon's skin, and consquentially fainted. The first wild thought was that there was a bug going around; but when people kept trying to get the needle out of Amon, they continued to graze his skin, and faint. Finally a brave nurse volunteerred to just touch Amon's skin, while another made sure not to touch it. That volunteer went first, and fainted. The other was careful not to touch Amon's skin, and pulled the needle out. And so the hospital suspected Amon was a mutant, and the small town hospital at large started to panic. But Amon's own horror at this revelation edged out theirs.

Medical staff, social workers, government people and police talked a lot about him, Amon heard them, and he saw the media focus on him and heard protests that he should be quarantined from the rest of the hospital. Heard people fear that maybe his touch alone could kill people too. He heard how his family's murderer escaped, a wanted criminal mutant with a record. The accidental touch still occasionally happened and to Amon's horror people fainted at his touch. It still made his stomach ill when new uniform policies were introduced for those treating him, their extra clothing almost reminding him of hazmat suits, made him feel absolutely toxic. Amon grew terrified of falling asleep at the hospital only to wake up and find himself strapped to an operating table in a medical theater with people watching. He was terrfied of being dissected. Finally Amon couldn't take it anymore. He panicked. He ran as soon as he was able. Hospitals and doctors now terrified him. Burn scars down his neck and partway down his chest and some on his shoulder, but the scars on his face were the most horrible. The thought of being put under for any sort of surgery was worse.

Amon took to wearing masks. The most useful ones were unfortunately balaclavas that made him look like a burglar. But those types of masks also reminded him of one of his brother's love for wrestling. The shirt he grew to favor with the Chinese character for peace reminded him of one of his sisters who studied Chinese and had wanted to study abroad there.

Amon was out on the streets trying to hide, terrified of being found and experimented on, terrified of accidentally touching someone and making them faint (or worse). Eventually hunger drove him to steal, pickpocket. And still he was eventually driven to use his own mutant powers to support himself, a touch there and the person was out, and he was free to rob them with little fuss. (And so wearing a balaclava became more approriate.) Deep down it repulsed him, but Amon wanted to eat, and he no longer feared that his touch would ever kill anyone, he was certain it only knocked them out. And he grew to want revenge against his family's murderer. Amon hoped that if he went deeper into the criminal underground, especially the mutant side, he would find his family's murderer.

While thieving and doing other odd jobs (mostly illegal, some legal) and searching for the fire mutant, Amon crossed paths with a particular police detective attached to a unit that specialized in mutant crime. The older man grew persistent in catching Amon, and Amon took to calling him Lieutenant Catfish in honor of his long trailing mustache. For five years Amon survived on the streets, stealing and looking for the fire mutant while the Lieutenant pursued him. In that time the Lieutenant eventually learned of Amon's vendetta. Still, Amon really tried to avoid killing anyone during his criminal activity. In a way, his mutant power seemed almost nonviolent to him, always knocking someone harmlessly out. At sixteen-verging-on-seventeen, Amon finally found his parents' murderer. Amon touched him--but the mutant did not faint. Caught off guard, Amon was thrown to the ground by his family's murderer. The fire mutant advanced on him, raised his hand--but no flame ignited there. Now both mutants were confused. But the fire mutant pulled out his gun, and Amon tried to prepare for his own death--only for the Lieutenant to arrive and shoot the fire mutant. The fire mutant survived and was arrested. Amon was arrested too.

The Lieutenant talked to Amon in private in an interrogation room. He questioned if Amon could control his powers at all beyond trying to make sure his skin only touched whom and when he wanted to. Amon reluctantly concurred that was the extent of it. The Lieutenant told him about the fire mutant, how his powers eventually returned, but he remained under tight security. He asked Amon if his touch had ever failed to knock a person unconscious before. Amon told him it had never happened until then. The Lieutenant said a contact of his at the Xavier Institute guessed that perhaps his power only temporarily blocked other mutants' powers, while it completely knocked out non-mutants, who had no mutant powers to block. Now the Lieutenant told Amon that his contact could arrange to have him enrolled in the Institute. Amon rightly guessed it was that or jail. The Lieutenant owns up to that, but he said Amon's record had never added a homocide charge. He told Amon he believed he could use a chance, and that being a mutant didn't have to make him or anyone else a criminal forever. And he told Amon the Institute might be able to help him control his powers, citing their Rogue as having an ability somewhat similar to Amon's. And it would definitely give him a better education.

Amon accepted the offer, and genuinely thanked the Lieutenant for this chance, and all his help. Still, he's apprehensive about the transfer, but cautiously hopeful.

SAMPLE
1ST PERSON SAMPLE:

Just call me Amon. [Beat.] Unless you need it for a record, you don't need to know a name I don't go by anymore. 'Amon' is all you need to know.

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What did you think I was going to do, stand idly by and do nothing?

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Yes, I'm well aware the mask makes me look like a burglar. But then since I robbed a jewelry store the summer before enrolling here, I think it ended up being a rather appropriate fashion choice.

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Intranet Post: Does anyone have plans after graduation? Career paths to pursue, movements to follow....

THIRD PERSON SAMPLE:

Amon felt there was a cliche somewhere in this. Weren't there programs for troubled adolescents and horses? But he liked the horses in the Institute's stablehouse. They were soothing. They reminded him of his family's farm.

And the stablehouse was somewhat remote from the Institute itself. It wasn't some government prison he feared, but it was still not something he was used to. Amon was unused to being in such close proximity with all sorts of people this frequently. And tthough he made sure almost every conceivable inch of his skin was covered, crowds still made him nervous about possible accidents. He no longer had to worry about making someone faint with just a graze between his skin and theirs, Institute staff had confirmed that his power distinguished between mutants and non-mutants. They said it seemed to be more about blocking energy in general. For mutants, when their skin touched his, their powers were blocked. For non-mutants, when his skin touched theirs, there were no powers to be affected, so instead a more severe level of energy was blocked, enough to knock the person out. Amon thought it sounded worse for non-mutants (like his family). And so you'd think his fellow schoolmates would have less to complain about if he were to wear an actual T-shirt and risk accidentally grazing them and only their powers would be blocked for a certain amount of time before returning. Not that there had been complaints, because Amon hadn't taken the risk. It did not sound severe, but Amon still worried that the majority would treat it as such. The adolescent still had no idea what the culture was like there. He didn't want anymore ill attention directed to his powers, whether from non-mutants or mutants.

'When in Rome,' or so the phrase went. At the moment, Amon was probably better suited to try blending in as much as possible, or the bare minimum. Amon was pretty certain both included him not accidentally blocking his schoolmates' powers at any point.

Or maybe Amon was too used to covering every inch of his skin.

But with horses, he could take off the gloves. Even wear a T-shirt. He could actually touch something alive with his skin, and they wouldn't faint or have their own stupid power blocked. His damn power had never worked on animals, another thing Institute staff confirmed.

And Amon liked their relative quiet. They gave him no reason to speak. And to ride them--he loved the speed they provided. Made him feel like he was going somewhere, while at the Institute--no, it wasn't a prison. It was large, and still new to him, more to explore still. Amon loved their library too. But the adolescent couldn't remember staying in any one place this long, or having the pretty concrete prospect of staying longer hang over his head.

But just as he kept his coat nearby at the stables to pull back on when riding teachers, stable staff or classmates came by, so was Amon still ready to leave. Still he kept a travel bag packed in his dorm. Just in case. In case something went wrong and he had to make a quick escape.

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