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PERSONAL INFO
NAME: Ren
JOURNAL: I don't use my LJ anymore, the login has been lost.
CONTACT: AIM: gogglicious
EMAIL: hungover_dragon@hotmail.com
CHARACTER INFO
TF CHARACTER: Shrapnel
HUMAN NAME: Jae Meertens
GENDER: Male
AGE: 19
COUNTRY OF ORIGIN: of Korean descent, but raised in the netherlands
CHARACTER PB (PLAYED BY): Lee Joon Ki
SEXUALITY: Asexual, as he hasn't been exposed to many people.
FACTION: Decepticon
PERSONALITY: Edgy, awkward and changeable, Jae's reliability wavers on his mood- which changes every few minutes. He varies from quiet and methodical, to hyperactive and jumpy- often. The only constant is his paranoia. Jae won't hesitate to jump to conclusions, although he won't act on it himself- rather expecting whoever's nearby to listen and act accordingly. His emotional vulnerability means he is susceptible to depending on others.
HISTORY: Jae lost his Korean mother at an early age, and consequently had to move to the Netherlands with his father- who worked all hours as a surgeon. Jae was neglected, even if accidentally, so he spent the time he should have been at school playing truant. The idea of other children frightened him- especially children that spoke a totally different language to him. His father barely noticed.
He read medical dictionaries, old thesauruses, almanacs. He spent entire weekends fixed in one place learning other languages, sciences, recipes. He was obsessed with collecting newspapers- He would read every 'paper he could get his hands on cover-to-cover and memorize every article, every advertizement. This left him with a very strange perception of reality, and his isolation ensured he couldn't develop any social skills.
On Jae's sixteenth birthday he found his father hanging from the shower, a cord tied around his neck. This confused him- why would someone do that? And still baffled, he cut the cord with a pair of nail scissors. He knew his father was dead, but he didn't understand why.
Since him and his father had spent about three hours a week in the same room for the past 7 years Jae had little to no understanding of how the world worked. He knew he was supposed to telephone someone, but he didn't know who. So he waited and thought for what felt like three days.
When he grew tired of looking at his fathers corpse, he washed his hands and went back to the astrology annual he'd been reading the night before.
The telephone rang.
The doorbell chimed.
Jae didn't move.
When their neighbour kicked the door down, she was very surprised to find another person living there. She had thought his father lived alone- as he had never mentioned a child. She was even more surprised at the body, heaped in the hallway with a towel covering it.
The police were not so much surprised as disgusted. But Jae's blissful ignorance to the crime he had supposedly committed seemed too well researched an act- as one officer put it, ”he's either the main suspect or a total moron”.
Declared clinically insane, the Korean was moved to a corrective Youth institution in Switzerland instead of being imprisoned. There he met one Dr Carl Mond, and over a thousand games of chess the two became friends. The boy's doctor was drinking buddies with a man who let slip (over a few too many gin martinis) that he had apparently fled a centre where gene therapy was giving people "super powers". Hearing of this, Jae's newspaper preoccupation kicked back in, at full force, until the two had worked out just where this was happening. Jae, despite being prescribed several medications for his mental health, was declared sane and the two travelled to Nevada to enrol- and find out just how potent these experiments were. As Carl sided with Megatron, Jae followed.
ABILITY: The programs manipulations of his neuroses has left Jae able to conjure electric charges. These have many different uses, from disabling communications devices, jump-starting machinery, and shocking “team mates” awake.
WEAKNESSES: Jae is incredibly physically delicate. Being lithe of frame and only 5”4 means he is very easy to 'push around', so to speak. Also, his paranoia and naivety makes manipulating him far too easy.
JOB: Stand-in Medic / Reconaissance
SAMPLE JOURNAL ENTRY:
Day 3 of the Li2SO4 trial. I'm experiencing rather terrible acid reflux, but besides that no changes- and by that I mean that Kickback is trying to kill me and call it "an experiment". He reckons that feeding me a corrosive three times a day will (mentally, physically and electrically) "stabilize" me. The pulses of charge are as erratic as they ever were, and for some fucking reason they now rob me of my consciousness. I blame my new 'medication' for these damned blackouts.
I can't get my TV to work. This better not be related to my recent 'electrical hiccups'. Or someone's hilarious way of telling me to turn it off after 3am.
SAMPLE ROLEPLAY:
With a dampened screech, the skinny Korean skidded to a halt. His fingers found purchase in the gate he'd stopped in front of, and without any difficulty yanked his narrow frame up and over it. Closing his eyes tight, he dropped from his high-up perch and landed on his backside in some unforgivingly jagged gravel.
Now Jae was stationary, a few things had become apparent. He was out of breath, too hot and his mouth was painfully dry. The run here had been poorly planned. The icily-chill wind through his hair was a welcome prescence, as if in recognition of Jae's heightened temperature it forced tendrilous fingers up under his clothes and cooled him.
He got back to his feet with incredible difficulty, and shoved his hair back from his eyes. Striking up a slow jog, narrowed eyes watched the thunderstorm begin. When he reached the top of the hill, he was all too happy to collapse backwards onto the damp grass and gaze at the neon sky.
A shiver traced along the boy's backbone. Eyes squinted shut, he gestured forward with a shaking hand. A splinter of lightning rebelled amongst the storm by shooting from his out-stretched fingers up into the sky.
A giggle was born in the pale throat of the boy. Another bolt went upwards. And another. A third. The laugh erupted into a flat-out cackle, shrill and vacillating.
"With enough electricity-tricity..." He muttered to himself, his voice a hiss, as he smote the sky before him, "I'll control the world-the world."