Post by Blake Oleander on Feb 1, 2018 21:23:54 GMT -8
His body was constantly changing in ways that he still struggled to understand. He understood that he had some kind of unstable biology. Though the how and the why still eluded him. He didn't know why he was cursed with these abilities. Or the full extent of what was happening to him. There were times that he felt like he wasn't alone like something was guiding him, pushing him forward. Lending him its strength. And he liked the strength, the power. And he wanted more! He needed more power. He needed to be the strongest person in this Academy, to surpass everything they could throw at him. He needed to find a way to make his people take him back so he could strike down their enemies and secure their location and wells. From there who knew, it would be up to his Elders. But first, he needed to prove that he was still worth serving them. No matter the cost.
He knew he was moving fast, that he hadn't been at the Academy long. But compared to the vast majority of the other trainees that he had encountered he felt he was wasting his time in the kid pool when he needed to fight stronger people. He needed to push himself further, not only for his own sake but because something deep within him demanded it. That is why he signed up to do his evaluation already. He didn't know how his powers worked, or what made them manifest the way they had. But after the explosive discovery from his chest, he had an idea of how he could pass this test. He'd mastered his arm, even if he could only get the first arm to transform. And his body could be coaxed into healing with some effort. The chest canon took even more effort, but regenerating the self-inflicted wound would surely count to meet their criteria. The evaluation as he understood it didn't require understanding, only the ability to perform, and that he could do.
And so it was that he was in the training field with several officers watching with their clipboards. Due to the aggressive nature of his power, it was deemed that he demonstrates on a testing dummy rather than a living person for safety reasons. Apparently, the Academy saw no reason to injure one of their own for a test when it was not required. A wise choice, and one of the few times he'd agreed with them in his short stay so far. It was prudent.
Standing before the dummy Blake narrowed his eyes as he reached inward, tapping into the anger that dwelled within. That hidden source of power that offered itself to him so readily. He'd bite the metaphorical poisonous fruit without hesitation as his chest started to heat up before a powerful beam of Plasma energy fired out of his chest enveloping the targeting dummy in its blast. Leaving it scorched and broken when the blast finished. Missing two limbs and burned black he'd turn to the judges as the burning wounds on his chest began to heal right before their eyes. The snarl twisting his lips notwithstanding he'd managed to counter the drawback of his ranged attack with his accelerated healing. Though it required quite a bit of energy for him to do that.
"As you can see the energy beam would normally leave me wounded, making it an apt attack for a final strike in a dire situation. But due to my healing abilities, I am able to heal the wound as fast as it appears giving this ability a wider range of combat applications and supplementing my close combat fighting style."
He knew he was moving fast, that he hadn't been at the Academy long. But compared to the vast majority of the other trainees that he had encountered he felt he was wasting his time in the kid pool when he needed to fight stronger people. He needed to push himself further, not only for his own sake but because something deep within him demanded it. That is why he signed up to do his evaluation already. He didn't know how his powers worked, or what made them manifest the way they had. But after the explosive discovery from his chest, he had an idea of how he could pass this test. He'd mastered his arm, even if he could only get the first arm to transform. And his body could be coaxed into healing with some effort. The chest canon took even more effort, but regenerating the self-inflicted wound would surely count to meet their criteria. The evaluation as he understood it didn't require understanding, only the ability to perform, and that he could do.
And so it was that he was in the training field with several officers watching with their clipboards. Due to the aggressive nature of his power, it was deemed that he demonstrates on a testing dummy rather than a living person for safety reasons. Apparently, the Academy saw no reason to injure one of their own for a test when it was not required. A wise choice, and one of the few times he'd agreed with them in his short stay so far. It was prudent.
Standing before the dummy Blake narrowed his eyes as he reached inward, tapping into the anger that dwelled within. That hidden source of power that offered itself to him so readily. He'd bite the metaphorical poisonous fruit without hesitation as his chest started to heat up before a powerful beam of Plasma energy fired out of his chest enveloping the targeting dummy in its blast. Leaving it scorched and broken when the blast finished. Missing two limbs and burned black he'd turn to the judges as the burning wounds on his chest began to heal right before their eyes. The snarl twisting his lips notwithstanding he'd managed to counter the drawback of his ranged attack with his accelerated healing. Though it required quite a bit of energy for him to do that.
"As you can see the energy beam would normally leave me wounded, making it an apt attack for a final strike in a dire situation. But due to my healing abilities, I am able to heal the wound as fast as it appears giving this ability a wider range of combat applications and supplementing my close combat fighting style."
