Post by Alchemist on Sept 23, 2012 20:36:58 GMT -5
ALCHEMIST
“We can never obtain peace in the outer world until we make peace with ourselves.”
“We can never obtain peace in the outer world until we make peace with ourselves.”
- Real Name: Jan [yah-n] Arrah
- Codename: Alchemist
- Nicknames: Currently None
- Species: Trommite
- Gender: Masculine
- Age: 16
- Alignment: Legion of Superheroes
- Face Claim: I'm going with the new 52 appearance of Jan. All the fluffy hair with more purple.
- Powers: Ability to transmute chemical elements, but must be in contact with the elements (touch) in order to transmute them, and the change is not always permanent. Many transmutations can change back within minutes.
- Weaknesses: Vulnerable to physical attacks, illness, injury, etc. as well as the occasional fit of loneliness. Weakness in terms of powers are, as previously stated, impermanence and proximity.
- Relatives: Jan is the last of his race and therefore has no close (or estranged) family.
- History: The natives of Trom all had the ability to transmute the elements. Theirs was a very spiritual society and the usual value placed upon things such as gold, and without that value things were very peaceful. Trommites were few in number and were able to go without the stresses of overpopulation and the like. Soon after he turned sixteen, Jan heard about a new group of heroes forming and went to see for himself if he could be useful to them. While he was away, a pirate came to his planet and demanded that his people transmute gold and other precious metals for him. When they refused, he killed them all.
Jan returned home with the intention of discussing his joining the Legion to discover the carnage. He spent a month alone on the deserted planet. He erected memorials for each person, but it was mostly shock that prevented him from leaving. When he did manage to leave Trom again, he returned to the Legion where he now remains.
- Personality: Jan is outwardly very calm but inside he struggles with the fact that he is the last of his people and that, essentially, means he is alone. He is very warm towards his team mates and he feels very protective of them as they act as his substitute family. He tries to support them by listening and offering advice or just standing by them even if he disagrees with what they do... which may happen frequently. He is fond of being around the others and their energy tends to make him happy. Most of the time he is very easy-going and tries not to lend too much of his time to stress or negative feelings. They upset the tight-rope-balance he keeps on his own calm.
- Aspirations: As Miss America as "World Peace" sounds, Jan would like for the Universe to be a peaceful, friendly place and will do what he can to aid in that. Personally, he wishes to find inner peace as well.
- Fears: Finding himself alone again. There's only so much that one person can take.
- Alias: Gabe
- Other Characters: None at the moment
- RP Sample: The first few times he tried, the monuments fell to pieces or evaporated in minutes of their erection. Consumed by grief, he nearly broke down that first day, but after he collapsed out of frustration and exhaustion the sleep refreshed him and he continued. It was a week since he arrived home to discover that everyone he knew and loved was dead. The first few days were spent in complete misery, and he allowed grief to consume him... but only for a while.
For every man, woman, and child of Trom a monument was placed. The way he placed them meant nothing at first, but as he worked he built them into a spiralling pattern that soothed and comforted him. It reminded him of how the universe might change, might expand, but it was always spinning and moving onwards. Perhaps only a Trommite would understand.
Jan slept once again when he completed the final memorial. He slept for what seemed to be years, but by his count it was only several days. Awake and aware, he was listless and nothing he did would quell the feeling. So the lone Trommite wandered his planet and found that the familiar places, for all their memories and the feeling of peace they brought, no longer held anything for him. There was nothing to keep him on the planet and so he arranged to leave. Back to Earth. To the Legion. In the Universe that was the only place he felt drawn to.
One month, three days, and fifteen minutes after he discovered his people slain, Jan Arrah stepped foot in Legion headquarters, greeted by another young person who was alien to the planet. He nodded in greeting and held out his hand, as was customary given the setting. "Rokk Krinn? I have come to accept your offer."
His companion smiled, but it was a wan, exhausted sort of smile. His heart felt for this young leader, but he could not find it in him to give comfort. Not yet.
"I'm glad to hear that." Rokk said after a split moment. "What name should we call you? I'm Cosmic Boy."
He'd already shared this information, but Jan could not blame him for forgetting. Doubtless there were dozens of candidates he'd spoken to recently. "You may call me..." He hesitated, uncertain of what to call himself. If need be, he supposed he could change his mind later. "Alchemist. You may call me Alchemist."