Name: Edmund Moriarty
Gender: Male
Sex: Male
Age: 16
Position: Student.
Ability: Ability to cause sensations upon skin-to-skin contact. Unfortunately, Edmund can't control the intensity of these sensations, and will almost always manifest themselves as varying degrees of pain. So, he can't touch people, at all.
Appearance (Pics Please): Unkempt dark brown hair, blue eyes, extremely pale skin, almost always hidden by a black mesh mask. White linen gloves, dark grey hoodie. Black jeans.
Personality: Introverted, timid, anxious. All words a causal observer would apply to Edmund. Those who know him would agree with them, but would also add caring, defensive, emotional. He's secretive, distrusting, not of others but himself, yet still manages be a little optimistic.
He's sarcastic in front of those he trusts, for in other situations this would be calling for confrontation.
Bio: Edmund wasn't always afraid, of himself, of others. He used to manage with this... Affliction.
He was never the most social character, avoiding parties and events, not to avoid hurting people as he does now, but because of the crowd that accumulates at such events.
He was born in England, in the county of Surrey, about an hour from London by car or train.
His mother died when Edmund was very young. This never truly effected him, seeing as you can't miss someone you've never known, much to the exasperation of his father.
He enjoys reading and writing poetry, Sci-Fi and fantasy books, playing with and studying science, enjoying card and board games, yet has no love for video games, believing them to be dull.
His ability wasn't always like this. Back then, the effect wasn't as strong, it simply left a slight buzzing sensation, not too dissimilar to the hand buzzer practical joke or a light electrical shock. Unpleasant, but not dangerous.
The change happened over night. The day before, he was shocking his friends and neighbours pet cat. The next?
Well.
22nd of July, 2014. Edmund takes a train into town. The day was busy, the train carriage he occupied was, naturally, crowded. He stood behind a man, blonde, hazel eyes, who wore a short sleeved shirt, dark green with a series of what looked like Chinese characters printed on the front, and denim jeans. The carriage jerked to the side as the train slowed down into the station. The sudden motion caused Edmund to lose his footing, his balance. A reactionary motion forced his arms forward, to grab onto anything with which he can balance, the closest thing being, this man's right arm.
At first, Edmund didn't understand what had happened. Almost instantaneously, the man convulsed in pain. His right arm became rigid and formed angles which shouldn't be physically possible for a man to make, his torso folded in on itself and his head arched backwards.
The sound from his voice, horrifying. After Edmund let go, the man fell to his knees, breathing shallow, ragged breaths. The doors opened then, he ran from the train, terrified. The screams of the man scarred him, leaving permanent marks on his mind, leading to a total fear of skin contact between himself and another human being, scaring himself into covering every part of himself.
Now? Now he's here, to find something, help, mostly, a way to accept the guilt he feels. To be someone different.
