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CATHAL LEIGHTON DE'BRUN
AT FIRST GLANCE
FULL NAME | Cathal Leighton De'Brun |
NICK NAMES | Thal |
AGE | Sixteen |
DATE OF BIRTH | May 1st |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | Heterosexual |
YEAR | Sophmore |
SOCIO-ECON | Poor lower class |
MIRROR, MIRROR, ON THE WALL
FACECLAIM | Cameron Monaghan |
HEIGHT | 5'10 |
WEIGHT | 165 pounds |
HAIR COLOR | Red |
EYE COLOR | Blue |
COMPLEXION | Pale |
NATIONALITY | Irish American |
APPEARANCE | Cathal has a few distinguishing figures that separate him from others. For one he has a large Celtic cross tattooed on his right arm. The tattoo starts at the shoulder and comes all the way down to his elbow. There is also a large scar on his right calf. He has multiple stab wounds on his stomach. Cathal isn't much in style. He just likes to wear different colored t-shirts with black shorts. He switches between slippers and sneakers depending on the weather outside. |
BEYOND THE LOOKING GLASS
LIKES | Hunting, Fishing, Competition, Wrestling, Animals, Swimming, Boxing, Sweets, Hands on learning, and being in the wilderness. |
DISLIKES | Electronics, Big cities, Spoiled kids, Long conversations, Seafood, Cold weather, Loud noises, Guns, Cold cereal, Soda |
BEST SUBJECT | History |
WORST SUBJECT | Science |
STRENGTHS | Strong, Brave, Good survival skills, Hard working, Cooking experience |
WEAKNESSES | Struggles with electronics, can't control his anger, forgetful, fears using his powers, doesn't understand the humor of most children his age. |
HOBBIES | Wrestle, swimming, and avoiding school work. |
PET PEEVES | People showing off their wealth, being interrogated about his life.. |
PERSONALITY | A hardworking young man. Cathal was raised on a farm and taught that everything you get is worked for. Nobody deserves anything they get unless they work for it. That was what Cathal was raised to believe and caused him to become a extraordinary worker. He constantly is pushing himself to work hard and do whatever it takes to get the job done. His desire to get things done becomes quite obsessive at times. He doesn't enjoy the idea school work though. It's the only thing that he tries not to work hard while doing. If he doesn't have to study to get grades that are at least passing he avoids it as much as he can. The boy is quite friendly. He however does struggle with certain parts of interacting with people. For instance Cathal hates people who talk for too long or ask millions of questions. He tries his best to avoid those type of people. Silence is good enough for him most of the time. Besides actions speak louder than words anyway. |
THE HOUSE THAT BUILT ME
MOTHER | Catherine May De'Brun - 34 - Deceased - "I loved my mom. My parent's death still haunts me to this day." |
FATHER | Paul Finely De'Brun - 45 - Deceased - "My father was a decent man." |
SIBLINGS | Evan De'Brun - 50 - Salesmen - "I have no damn family." |
OTHER | Frank Oscar Lyons- 25 - Deceased - Murderer - "The man who ruined my life. As much as I dream about my parents. His face is the one I see the most. I will never forget what he did to us. How he tortured my parents and made us victims in our own home." |
SOMEBODY THAT I USED TO KNOW
HISTORY | The American dream is what most people call it. The idea that the U.S. is the land of opportunity and prosperity. It is why my parents came here after living most of their lives in Ireland. My father's brother had came here when they were young. He owned land and was going to give it to my father since he no longer wanted to care for it. He would instead work in the city and sell the goods my father grew. In return we were able to get a little bit of money and eat the extra crops we grew. Even family would try and screw you over if they were given the chance. Regardless it was something my parents needed at the time. Jobs in Ireland weren't coming for either of them. Definitely surviving in the U.S. sounded better than not knowing where you next meal came from back home. They came to that little piece of Kansas land and things were kind of alright for a bit. Even at a young age working the land was fairly easy. My father made sure I understood how to help him hoping that one day we would be able to afford the farm on our own and when he moved on it would become my own. The worst part of adjusting to American life was the school system. I never quite fit in with the rest of the kids there. They all wanted to go see movies and hangout but I couldn't afford to give up anymore time on the farm. By the time I was in middle school I was already devoting time between wrestling boxing and my chores. Hanging out with other kids and doing school work seemed almost unnecessary compared to the other things. Being so damn busy all the time is why my father was forced to ask his brother to bring along workers for us. We could barely afford them so we offered the second best thing we could offer in Kansas and that was shelter. Anyone who helped us on the farm would be given the spare room we built on to the house. It wasn't much but work and shelter would keep some guy happy enough for a period of time. That was the goal at least. Find somebody to help us out for as long as we could keep them around. I wish that person never came around now. The man's name was Frank. He managed to stay with us for 3 years. He was the most helpful person in the world for a lot of that time. Became real close with us like family. We became so comfortable around him that we never thought he would do anything to harm us. Until one day he came back to the farm with a two other men. They were all armed. We were all forced into the barn with guns in our faces. Frank had begun to believe that we were screwing him out of pay. He couldn't believe that we could manage running a farm without having some sort of wealth. He obviously didn't believe that my uncle could actually leave his family here with nothing but the little piece of land. His companions ransacked the house while he began beating my father's face in asking him where he kept all the money. When my father couldn't answer his questions about a real fortune and his two vile partners came back from the house with nothing but a measly twenty five dollars he started in on mother believing that he could not bare to see his wife take the brunt of the abuse here. He was right, my father begged and pleaded for him to stop. It seemed like his begging only made it worse. We were left there over night with just frank continuing with violence until the late hours. The two men who entered our home with him left. They probably wanted to keep up regular appearances before they were to comeback and search for this "fortune again. Frank became frustrated as time passed by. He brandished a blade before he started to slice at my parents arms and legs. All I could do was cry and scream as I watched them attacked. His final threat to them was that he would make me watch them die unless the location of the money was given to him. My parents again told him they had nothing and begged for him to stop. Our cries for it to end were all in vain. He started by shooting my mother in the face. One shot was all it took before she died. Next was my father. He fired 4 shots before my father finally stopped making noise. Both of my parent's were gone and I knew I was next. There was nothing that could stop him from killing me. The look of fear in my eyes was probably intoxicating to him. He took the blade out again and stabbed me right in the stomach. Three more strikes continued. He wanted to see me beg for him to stop but I was too weak. Nothing was going to stop me from dying here. Nobody was there to stop him. When he again lifted the gun he taunted me one last time. "It's a shame really. How was the son braver than the father in his last moments." When the shot fired it stopped right before my head. The anger in my eyes was unquestioned. I could feel everything metal around me it was strange. Frank in shock fired 3 more shots. All three stopped right along with the others. Before I could even think about it I had forced the bullets right back at him. He was dead. Next thing I remember was waking up at Ashford Academy. I've been here ever since. |
ALL THE SMALL THINGS
POWER | metallokinesis |
POWER DESCRIPTION | A magnetic monster. Cathal can feel the metal in his immediate area. Feeling the metal is not the limit of his powers however. He can also control all ferrous and non ferrous metals. Ferrous metals are easier to manipulate due to the presence of iron. He can change their shape lift them into the air throw them towards people. Really whatever his mind wants at the moment. Most of the time he has to direct the metal with his hands but in times of serious stress or danger his mind takes over on his own. In most of these moments Cathal is no longer in control of his emotions. His mind naturally protects and destroys anything it views as a threat to it's survival. Their are however limits to Cathal's power. The amount of weight he can control at any time right now can not reach higher than 300 pounds. Trying to lift anything heavier than that will fail and cause pain to him. Lifting things around 250 all the way to his max will cause stress on the body depending on how long he does it. At the peak of his powers with a mass amount of training Cathal should be able to lift up to 500 pounds of metal at a time. |
SPECIAL ITEMS | I have nothing. It would just remind me of the past I am trying to forget. |
PULLING THE STRINGS
ALIAS | Lens |
CREDITS | THIS APP WAS CREATED BY RYN ★ |
