"Your arrogance leads you on a false path of pride, which will end in your ultimate perish."Aleksander Nikolai Caldarelli
«««IDENTITY»»»Full Name: Aleksander Nikolai Caldarelli.
Nickname(s): Alek, Nik.
Codename: Midnight Blade.
Alias(es): N/A.
Age: Eighteen.
Race: Meta-human.
Affiliation: Neutral Good.
«««PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION»»»Hair Color: Black.
Eye Color: Brown.
Gender: Male.
Height: 6'2".
Weight: 169 lbs.
Other Traits: N/A.
«««SKILL SET»»»Powers: Typhogenesis: Aleksander is capable of producing smoke from his hands, feet, and mouth. Along with generating it, he is also able to manipulate existing forms of smoke, in any shape or amount. Due to his affinity with the smoke, he is immune to asphyxiation by smoke, fully able to breathe while within a cloud of it. He is able to produce massive clouds of smoke, capable of filling a large room, and would be able to generate this amount for about five minutes or so. Realistically, it would require all his concentration to manipulate a large cloud of smoke, but he is able to manipulate multiple smaller clouds all at the same time. It truly depends on the size. His smoke is able to extend about twenty feet away from him.
Aleksander is able to generate smoke capable of asphyxiating someone, poisoning them, or not harming them whatsoever. Those are the only variations that he is able to produce. The smoke that is not harmful is generally used to dull eyesight, making it more difficult to see through the intense smoke and see obscured objects.
Sub-Powers Smoke Mimicry: Aleksander is able to fully become smoke, and whoever is subjected to his toxic gas will find themselves gasping for air. He is unable to remain in the position for too long; after around five minutes, it begins to grow more difficult to maintain his form.
Typhoportation: Aleksander is capable of coating his body with smoke, and teleporting a short distance away. He is unable to travel too far, without risk of appearing somewhere unintended. This takes much concentration, however, as he must fully think about the place he wishes to appear in for it to work. The farthest he is able to teleport away would be around fifty feet. He is able to teleport up to eight times before he can feel his energy levels becoming dangerously low.
Smoke Regeneration: When having sustained damage, and no longer is receiving it, Aleksander's body begins to repair itself by generating smoke to coat his wounded areas. He can heal from bruises and grazes within few seconds, minor cuts and burns within a few minutes, major cuts and burns within a few minutes, minor bone fractures within ten minutes, and major bone fractures within thirty minutes. However if he receives a hit from an attack, it will automatically cease the healing process, unable to function unless he is fully out of danger.
Skills: Advanced Hand-to-Hand Combat Training: At a young age, Aleksander was trained by his military leader of a father in the hand of hand-to-hand combat. He was taught how to defend himself in the early stages of his life, which allowed it to develop over the following few years of training.
Dagger Prowess: In the young stages of his life, Aleksander chose dual katars to be the weapons that he would carry with him. His father trained him in the art, constantly testing and morphing his son into quite a worthy foe. When he got older, he eventually received forearm gauntlets which were loaded with his dual katars. This will further be explained in the "Equipment' section.
Advanced Gymnastic Training: His father wanted Aleksander to be the perfect soldier, signing him up for gymnastics. Over the course of years, the boy grew to be more agile, with advanced dexterity. He is capable of challenging flips, immense balance on several parts of his body, and being as quiet and subtle as possible. He has learned to be light on his feet for the most part.
Physical Weaknesses: Limited Healing Factor: Due to Aleksander's healing factor activating when there is a lack of any form of danger, he is susceptible to any form of damage. He is still human, and will not heal unless he is not receiving a hit. For more clarification, he could very well still be in the battle, but as long as he dodges any attacks, and keeps himself from being harmed, he will heal on the spot.
Smoke: Hypothetically, if it was a very stormy day, and there were gale winds, it would not be wise for Aleksander to transform into the pure form of smoke. He is still simply smoke, and can be blown away if there is a strong enough current. Gentle breezes, and somewhat strong air currents are able to be resisted, but if there are winds that equal to those summoned by a storm, or an upcoming storm, it is possible that he could get blown away.
Overproduction: Through prolonged use of his abilities, and disregard upon the concept of conservation, Aleksander will tire himself and his body out. He has a very large reserve of energy, however it can quickly become depleted through reckless use. Upon obliterating his energy, it will be difficult for him to function, causing disorientation, and possible unconsciousness. However, to gain his energy back, he must absorb existing forms of smoke to power his body back up, or simply wait for it to naturally return. Depending on how much he has, it will either return quickly or slow. If he is drained, it will return at a slow pace. If he has an abundance, it will return quickly.
Mental Weaknesses: Overprotectiveness: When Aleksander was a young boy, his father trained him to be a "super-soldier". This led to less paternal care and nurturing, and more lectures and harsh training. He was detached from his father; he wishes to be a different person. When he makes a friend, they will be embedded within his heart, and he will treat them like family. However, this can lead to impulsive decisions in battles, allowing his emotions to guide his actions. The quickest way to strike his heart would be to strike those who he are fond of.
Quick-Tempered: Due to his negative past, Aleksander has inherited his father's temper. There are certain triggers that can set him off, such as bothering those who he cares about, cornering him, or military-like environments. When he is cornered, an instinctive a determination to live rises, and his anger will take control. Military environments remind him of his harsh training in the past, bringing him back to that time in his life. He does not have a lot of control over his anger, and tries to suppress it as much as possible.
Equipment: Forearm Katar-Gauntlets: Aleksander is equipped with two forearm gauntlets which store his katars. Upon flexing his arms, the machinery inside of the gauntlet is able to detect the change in pressure, causing it to shoot the katars down toward his hands, where he is able to catch them. The katars are connected from their ends, back to their originating gauntlet by a flexible rope-like line. Once he releases the katars, they retract and move back to their place inside the gauntlet.
«««CEREBRAL PROFILE»»»Personality: Aleksander has a nonchalant personality. Rather than be energetic, or anything other, he prefers to maintain a mellow composure. He enjoys relaxation and serene silence. However, he does possess a ferocious mindset, which is able to surface. It's just buried beneath layers of mellow and nonchalance. He has adopted a more antiquated vocabulary; it was a popular concept within his family, leading him to speak it as well. Surprisingly, he finds it easy to allow people inside of his heart and to care for them. He has not had a love experience, though he has found himself attracted to several males that he would see around Jump City. He does not know if he is homosexual or bisexual, but he knows that he likes males.
Strengths: Aleksander is very intelligent, and he is very light on his feet, leading him to be a valuable asset on stealth missions.
Interests/Habits: He enjoys reading quite a lot.
«««PERSONAL BACKGROUND»»»Family Members: Arthur Caldarelli (Father), Elena Caldarelli (Mother).
Place of Origin: Oakland, California.
History: Aleksander was born into a military family. During the birthing process, his mother suffered from cardiac arrest and passed away, leaving the boy with his father. He grew up in California, with constant training from his father to be the best soldier that he could make his child. His father also possessed some held-in anger towards his son, because his wife was no longer with them. Instead, there was the product of them both, who he had to train, even though the male was the reason his wife died.
After several years of intense training and lack of parental love, Aleksander fled his home. He didn't know where he would be going to, but all he knew was that he needed to depart from his home. After a long flight, he stumbled upon Jump City, where he could craft a life for himself, to do some good and leave behind his past. A popular heroic group in the city was known as the "Teen Titans", mostly made up of teenagers who fought crime and defended the city from malice. That would be his goal -- to join the team which kept Jump City safe.
Sample rp: The house had been empty for some time. Shikadai had gotten himself used to his father being at work, and his mother being busy with her ninja duties. Actually, she was out on a mission at that current moment, and he wasn't sure when she would return. All he knew was that Shikamaru usually came around the night, so he would have the house to himself for the majority of the day. He didn't go out often, but on the rare times he did, he'd usually go get something to eat and walk around the Hokage Building. The only thing that could best his laziness was his willingness to see his father, even if it was just to watch him work.
But usually, his videogames were enough to keep him inside of the house for the day. Of course, that wasn't healthy, but his own welfare was the last thing on his mind. And he found that it would be very hypocritical to be criticized by his father since he was the same way when he was younger. In the mornings, Shikadai tended to sleep in. The late hours he would stay up to in the previous night tended to fatigue him, even to the point where when he'd wake up, he'd remain in bed. Towards the middle of the day, hunger would began to bother the boy, and if there were no consumables in the fridge, he had to go to Ichiraku's Ramen.
When night arrived, Shikamaru would either be on his way home, or would already be coming through the door. The only downside was that he was usually tired from working all day, which left somewhat-little time for the two to talk and bond before bed. Initially, Shikadai was affected by the little time he saw his father, but soon grew to accept it. The Nara Clan was naturally mellow, and it was easy for them to let things go, rather than grow attached. Not to say that he didn't love his father, nor was not attached to him, however, there was no use stressing over the inevitable. So, he simply accepted that his father had a tight schedule and couldn't bend it — even for family.
On that very day, Shikadai remained in the house for hours. There was food in the fridge in case he got hungry, and just recently had he received a new game. Fresh determination to beat it fueled his energy to brush his teeth, shower, and make sure he was in a sanitary state before he began playing. He knew that once the game started, his mind's sole focus would be on accomplishing every feature in the game and it'd be difficult to leave. His soft, bare soles padded against the floor as he went to his room, sitting himself down in front of his television. He turned on the game, picked up his controller, and began his daily routine of gaming.
Soon, the sky became dark, and the illuminating moon hung high overhead. Shikadai's gaze remained locked to the television; his fingers danced across the controller as he progressed through the level. He hadn't moved from that exact spot ever since he'd started playing. A low rumble of hunger took up residence within his stomach, yet he tried his best to avert his thoughts from settling upon anything relating to food. Especially not ramen, and how the combination of flavors danced along one's tastebuds; how each and every flavor complimented one another to make an overall succulent, delicious bowl of steaming hot ramen. A groan escaped his lips as his hunger grew stronger, further tormenting his appetite.
The familiar creak of the front door signaled to the young Nara that his father was home. He knew the sound, and could tell it apart from others. He'd heard it every day, of course. It wasn't long before he felt a rush of cool air enter from his doorway; the light from the television illuminated Shikamaru's figure as he entered. The tone of his father's voice urged a sigh to slip past Shikadai's lips, "It's all I ever do." His answer was simple and brief, just as he preferred.
Unlike other children, he was comfortable with his father's presence in his room. He enjoyed it, although he did not let his enjoyment reveal itself on his facial expression. A subtle smirk settled on his lips when his father had almost slipped up. It was amusing to him how his mother still had influence in the household even though she was not present.
"I've been fine. The game kept me company," A small taunting tone coated his words. Shikadai had inadvertently took a stab at his father, surprising even himself. He wasn't supposed to care. He was supposed to have adjusted to his father's schedule. The boy grew silent, eyes still on the television screen. Maybe if he didn't say anything, his father would simply continue to his answer.
[Taken from another site I am roleplaying on as Shikadai Nara.]
Mon Jan 22, 2024 9:45 pm by 
Subject: Aleksander Caldarelli 
