Trevor Hawkins // Eye Boy

[Trevor Hawkins]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, border: 10px solid #f1e3b4; width: 450px; background-color: #f6f7f1;] PERMANENT RECORD NAME: Trevor Hawkins. AGE: 15 years old. GENDER: Male. HEIGHT: 5'6" AFFILIATION: Student. FACE CLAIM: Himself! DESCRIPTION AND PERSONALITY: Trevor’s appearance is a… striking one. For the most part, he is an ordinary boy. He’s got longer blond hair that extends past his shoulders, fair skin, on the skinnier and lanky side, though he’s still got some growing to do, and typically wears the school uniform… But the main thing that makes him stick out above all the rest is his eyes. He’s coated in them. He’s got an eye on the top of his head, eye on his tongue, on his hands, arms, cheeks, legs, feet, everywhere. They’re a variety of colors, green, blue, and brown, and he can look multiple places in once with them, which often give him a very… creepy feel. Bunch of eyes looking so many ways, y’know? His mutant-ness is very obvious with that. Personality-wise, Trevor’s definitely a multi-faceted kid. He’s kind of dorky, for the most part, but can rip out times of utter awesome out of nowhere, gunning down a robot like it’s nothing. He’s still got to get over his fear, right now, but he’s learning that, yes, he can actually fight back, and that goes a long way towards making sure he’s not running in fear. The boy has a bit of a sarcastic and pessimistic side to him, which he had before his powers, but they have only amplified it. He tends to keep it on the quiet side, being too unsure and wanting to go with the flow to speak up, but he’s gotten better about it. He’s actually a quite good leader, when he puts his mind to it, but hasn’t really applied himself yet. Trevor’s very good at pulling inspirational speeches out of a head, spouting off psychological meanings that are practically downloaded into his brain, and when he gets angry, he gets quite angry. Unfortunately, he can be easily distracted, even though he’s a quick thinker, but, again, something that he’s working on. All in all, Trevor’s a nice, severely underestimated kid who could turn into a great leader and one heck of a powerhouse if only he could work through some problems and turn up the confidence just a bit. HISTORY For a majority of Trevor’s early life, it was, well, quite simple. He was actually an adopted child of a pair of moms, as his biological mother was a teenager who gave him up, and his new family was unable to bear children, but he grew up just fine. He knew from the very beginning that he was adopted (given that both of his mothers were African-American), but it didn’t really affect anything. He met his biological mother just a few times, but they were awkward incidents that he doesn’t quite want to dwell on. No big deal, anyway. He was a smart, relatively happy boy, if with a dose of pessimism and sarcasm that surprised his parents. An honors student, he was occasionally teased, but found it easy to ignore and just focus on his work and his friends, instead. Why did their opinions matter? All in all, it was a fairly normal existence, no big, and he was content and trying to figure out what he wanted to do with his life (given that his biological mother was… not employed, one of his mothers was a surgeon, and the other worked in retail, it wasn’t like he had a solid example to go by via his parents), at least… until his mutant gene activated. Trevor had heard of the X-Men, the Avengers, all them, of course, who hadn’t? They were cool, he thought they were pretty neat, but they weren’t things he dwelled on, that he continually thought about, until… He grew eyes. Everywhere. It was a hair-splitting, horrifying moment, when it happened, pain rushing through him as things grew where they should not grow, feeling like his brain was melting, everything was so clear, there was so much, so so so so much- At first, he tried to live normally. What kind of X-Men would he be, anyway? All he had were eyes. Everywhere. That didn’t qualify one to be a superhero. The minor teasing that he had endured got so much worse, though, dubbed ‘Eye Boy’, shoved into lockers, stuff thrown into toilets, poking and prodding and friends deserting him and- When advocates for the Jean Grey school showed up, he was so completely and utterly relieved. Trevor doesn’t quite like being away from his family, but… Here, maybe, he can actually survive. He can live. If the dinosaurs from the Savage Land don’t eat him first. POWERS AND ABILITIES Eyes: Trevor's main power, as is obvious, is the fact that his entire body is now covered with eyes. This enables him to see 360 degrees at all times, and helps him notice far more than, well, anyone else would. Nothing escapes his sight, and he's got quite a few powers that branch off from it... He can see magic in the air. With a lens that Doctor Strange gave him, he can see magic with far more details, follow the signatures of energy, separate the radiations spectrums and define complex patterns, and with extreme concentration (he's still working on it!), he can see through matter. Given his range of visibility, he is now an expert marksman. Given any form of gun, he can hit literally anything with it, and if he was given something like a bow or other types of 'shooting' or 'throwing' weapons, he would have to learn how to use the weapon, but once he did, he'd have perfect aim every single time. He is also an expert in nonverbal communication, body language wise, able to quite accurately read the boy language of others and comprehend it, from the tremors of hands, shifting from foot to foot, twitches in eyes, etc. Being able to see a lot helps greatly.

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[/li][li]Brain Power: It takes a lot of brain power to be able to control that many eyes at once, comprehend the feedback they're giving you, and to know when to not factor in an eye when it's not giving anything useful (ex: When it's underneath clothes.)

[/li][li]Trevor is really smart, now, which most people don't seem to get. He was smart before, an Honors student at his school, but given his magnified brain power now, he's insanely smart. Yeah, he doesn't know everything, but he's able to come to conclusions far quicker than many people, and absorbs knowledge very very fast.
[/li][li]He's also able to interpret all the little movements he sees in others, in their body language, correctly interpreting them in their correct psychological meaning. It's completely natural, something he doesn't even think about, just coming along for the ride with his powers. Given this, he'd also be able to tell when someone was lying to him, or hiding something from him. Quite the useful ability.[/blockquote][/li][/ul][/div]

ROLE-PLAYING SAMPLE

Ahhh, it was nice to have some fresh air.

Trevor stretched, one hand pulling at each shoulder, mindful of the eyes, glad that it was the weekend and he was totally okay for, well, not wearing the uniform. Instead, a T-shirt, exposing more eyes along his arms, and some jeans, woo! A lot of people didn’t wear the uniform, actually, which surprised him, but hey, it wasn’t like this was the most normal school ever… Definitely not.

At a normal school, you didn’t have freaks like him who had eyes everywhere.

One eye narrowed at a person who had stopped just a little too long to stare at him (yes, he looked horrendous, he knew), the others glancing about and taking in all of the sights, Trevor’s mind quickly processing, well, everything, knowing to shut out the eyes underneath all of his clothing. Why would he ever want to see that? It was just… weird, seeing the inside of his clothes. Thankfully, he didn’t have-

What was that? Was that an owl? In broad daylight? In a student’s window? This was a crazy school, but even that…

A few eyes, including his normal ones, narrowed in the direction of the owl, taking it in. It wasn’t behaving like a normal owl, either, observing everyone like that… It was far too- Ahh. It was another student. That made sense.

His awesome new psychological power was actually really really handy, it seemed. Even if he still needed to figure out quite where it was coming from and comprehend it, but it did seem like his brain power totally magnified…

Either way, Trevor lifted a hand in greeting up at the Owl… Person, he didn’t know how to identify owls as either female or male, giving it a faint, awkward smile. “Might not wanna do that, people might not realize you’re a student!” he called up, reflecting on some of the more… animalistic, to put it mildly, students that occupied the campus. Yeah, best to give this one some healthy advice, even if they could totally ignore it and him.

Wouldn’t be the first time.

Either way, he accepted the owl being a person in an easy way, given what he had been forced to get used to (nothing was surprising after zombie clowns), and turned to continue walking, on his merry way. He had to pick up a few things in his dorm~.

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