I will preemptively agree with everyone who reads this that this is an odd character and seemingly will be difficult to work with, but I have actually been working on the concept for a character like this for a month and besides, trying to work with it is half the fun.
Name: He doesn?t know for sure
Nickname: Shift
Age: He isn?t sure about this either
Appearance: His causal appearance is a young Caucasian man of about 28 years old with a brown mop-top head of hair. He is of average height with relatively pale skin, and he is also noticeably skinnier than usual. Not emaciated, but skinny enough that it is plainly noticeable. He almost always looks like he is just moments away from spacing out (that is to say, drifting into a trance-like state of un-focus). He is most easily described as a very forgettable looking person.
Clothing: Shift wears a pale grey jump suit with the sleeves rolled up and generic white and black sneakers, again, very neutral and forgettable looking. The one distinguishing thing about him is a wrist watch with a black leather strap, and the actual watch is stainless steel with a white numberless, handless, face. These are just the things he wears casually, but no-matter what he looks like, he always has the watch on him somewhere.
Weapons: He doesn?t regularly carry any weapons, but he will acquire and use them if necessary.
Powers: Shift has the power to shift people?s perceptions. What they see, what they hear, what they smell, their sense of time, pretty much anything.
Strengths: Shift?s powers can be used for extended periods of time, to affect civil matters, or to gain the upper hand in battle, and he is extraordinarily smart in his adaptive and clever uses of it.
Weaknesses: His powers have had cumulative adverse effects on him. He doesn?t trust his own perception and generally has twisted his own mind that he no longer knows who he is, why he has his powers, or why he is meant to do with them. This causes big problems when he is using them to large degrees because his own mind and perceptions can shift causing his control of his powers or the way they work to shift, sometimes going so far as to make him his own victim when he occasionally forgets what he is doing. Finally, he is not remarkably capable in any physical aspect. He is functional, but in no way above average.
Personality: When he is ?in control? of himself and his awareness he is somewhat reserved and docile. He doesn?t like to interact with people generally because he is afraid something they say will incite a shift in his perceptions. He also hates it when people ask him about himself, because he doesn?t know.
Fear: He is always scared that he might eventually be driven insane by his own powers or have what remains of his identity swallowed by one of his illusions.
Suit: Diamonds (maybe with a touch of hearts)
Bio: One day, a skinny young man found himself laying naked on the ground in a meadow with a pleasant sunny sky above him. He laid there for what might have been more than a week, or as little as 30 seconds until he lifted his hands towards the sky and saw a watch on his wrist. He thought he saw something on the face, while hearing it tick very loudly. Then he blinked and he was sitting on a chair in a deserted library, dressed in a jumpsuit and sneakers. He still had the watch on, but it was blank and made no noise. He stood up and a book fell off of his lap. He picked it up and stared at it for some amount of time that he couldn?t measure, just thinking. When that period of time had ended, he was leaving the library, into the outside world knowing only a few things for sure about himself: He could change people?s perceptions, he had somehow, for some reason, affected his own mind with this power, and the new name he had picked for himself was going to be the only discernable word from the cover of the book, Shift.
Nickname: Shift
Age: He isn?t sure about this either
Appearance: His causal appearance is a young Caucasian man of about 28 years old with a brown mop-top head of hair. He is of average height with relatively pale skin, and he is also noticeably skinnier than usual. Not emaciated, but skinny enough that it is plainly noticeable. He almost always looks like he is just moments away from spacing out (that is to say, drifting into a trance-like state of un-focus). He is most easily described as a very forgettable looking person.
Clothing: Shift wears a pale grey jump suit with the sleeves rolled up and generic white and black sneakers, again, very neutral and forgettable looking. The one distinguishing thing about him is a wrist watch with a black leather strap, and the actual watch is stainless steel with a white numberless, handless, face. These are just the things he wears casually, but no-matter what he looks like, he always has the watch on him somewhere.
Weapons: He doesn?t regularly carry any weapons, but he will acquire and use them if necessary.
Powers: Shift has the power to shift people?s perceptions. What they see, what they hear, what they smell, their sense of time, pretty much anything.
Strengths: Shift?s powers can be used for extended periods of time, to affect civil matters, or to gain the upper hand in battle, and he is extraordinarily smart in his adaptive and clever uses of it.
Weaknesses: His powers have had cumulative adverse effects on him. He doesn?t trust his own perception and generally has twisted his own mind that he no longer knows who he is, why he has his powers, or why he is meant to do with them. This causes big problems when he is using them to large degrees because his own mind and perceptions can shift causing his control of his powers or the way they work to shift, sometimes going so far as to make him his own victim when he occasionally forgets what he is doing. Finally, he is not remarkably capable in any physical aspect. He is functional, but in no way above average.
Personality: When he is ?in control? of himself and his awareness he is somewhat reserved and docile. He doesn?t like to interact with people generally because he is afraid something they say will incite a shift in his perceptions. He also hates it when people ask him about himself, because he doesn?t know.
Fear: He is always scared that he might eventually be driven insane by his own powers or have what remains of his identity swallowed by one of his illusions.
Suit: Diamonds (maybe with a touch of hearts)
Bio: One day, a skinny young man found himself laying naked on the ground in a meadow with a pleasant sunny sky above him. He laid there for what might have been more than a week, or as little as 30 seconds until he lifted his hands towards the sky and saw a watch on his wrist. He thought he saw something on the face, while hearing it tick very loudly. Then he blinked and he was sitting on a chair in a deserted library, dressed in a jumpsuit and sneakers. He still had the watch on, but it was blank and made no noise. He stood up and a book fell off of his lap. He picked it up and stared at it for some amount of time that he couldn?t measure, just thinking. When that period of time had ended, he was leaving the library, into the outside world knowing only a few things for sure about himself: He could change people?s perceptions, he had somehow, for some reason, affected his own mind with this power, and the new name he had picked for himself was going to be the only discernable word from the cover of the book, Shift.
Shift found himself standing in a room that resembled a throne room, in front a man wearing a suit of armor covered in diamond shapes. Even considering what he normally had to deal with this was an out of the ordinary shift of perception. For what he roughly estimated was somewhere between 3 hours or 1 minute, he argued with himself on what was going on. Was he having a shift? Had he finally gone mad? Was he dead, or maybe dreaming? it ended when the man clasped a large hand on Shift's shoulder and said,
"Stay with us Shift. We need you to focus." Then the man hummed in a very deep tone that seemed to resonate in Shift's ears like his head was a tuning fork.
Then, all at once, the noise stopped and Shift was aware that he was not under his own power, he was in fact in an unfamiliar room with a man that somehow helped him align his perceptions.
"Say my name again." Shift demanded.
"You are Shift. You are not-" the strange man's words were drowned out by the sound of Shift's unconscious body hitting the floor.
He awoke lying on his back in a pleasant meadow, and something about it seemed familiar. He laid on the grass for some amount of time before he got the strange felling that he should look at his watch. So he lifted his hand above his head and looked at it. It was blank, as if it were not finished being built, but it ticked once, twice, three times before he blinked. He found himself laying on a bed with three men watching over him saying words he didn't recognize. One of them noticed that he was awake and motioned for the others to be silent. Shift knew where he was, he was in a castle, and he was likely brought here by a man wearing armor with diamond shapes on it. This was the first time in what he guessed was a long amount of time that he was so sure of something. Then the hammer fell: Who ever these people were, they knew his name. He couldn't remember the last time someone other than himself knew his name. For now, he was determined to hold onto the idea that this was all real. It had been a measure of time since he last felt hope, now he was glad to feel it again. The man from before came and talked to him, explained what was going on. And Shift heard him. As long as he could, he would do what this man and his friends wanted, just so that he could keep this feeling. Something inside him told him the feeling wouldn't last, and he knew it was true, but he also had the hope that it would come back. For now, he learned what was required of him and was happy to oblige.
"...so we have 21 days." finished the man of the Diamond Suit. "Any questions?"
"Just one," replied Shift. "is that a lot of time?"
"Stay with us Shift. We need you to focus." Then the man hummed in a very deep tone that seemed to resonate in Shift's ears like his head was a tuning fork.
Then, all at once, the noise stopped and Shift was aware that he was not under his own power, he was in fact in an unfamiliar room with a man that somehow helped him align his perceptions.
"Say my name again." Shift demanded.
"You are Shift. You are not-" the strange man's words were drowned out by the sound of Shift's unconscious body hitting the floor.
He awoke lying on his back in a pleasant meadow, and something about it seemed familiar. He laid on the grass for some amount of time before he got the strange felling that he should look at his watch. So he lifted his hand above his head and looked at it. It was blank, as if it were not finished being built, but it ticked once, twice, three times before he blinked. He found himself laying on a bed with three men watching over him saying words he didn't recognize. One of them noticed that he was awake and motioned for the others to be silent. Shift knew where he was, he was in a castle, and he was likely brought here by a man wearing armor with diamond shapes on it. This was the first time in what he guessed was a long amount of time that he was so sure of something. Then the hammer fell: Who ever these people were, they knew his name. He couldn't remember the last time someone other than himself knew his name. For now, he was determined to hold onto the idea that this was all real. It had been a measure of time since he last felt hope, now he was glad to feel it again. The man from before came and talked to him, explained what was going on. And Shift heard him. As long as he could, he would do what this man and his friends wanted, just so that he could keep this feeling. Something inside him told him the feeling wouldn't last, and he knew it was true, but he also had the hope that it would come back. For now, he learned what was required of him and was happy to oblige.
"...so we have 21 days." finished the man of the Diamond Suit. "Any questions?"
"Just one," replied Shift. "is that a lot of time?"
