WINSLOW, Titanius
Sept 16, 2015 18:58:36 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2015 18:58:36 GMT -5
TITANIUS WINSLOW
Basic Info
21
Male
Demi Titan
Mnemosyne
Heteroflexible
Self Aligned
Tristan
Josh Hutcherson
History
He remembered his very first steps being at the very tender age of one year old, feeling ready to take the world and adventure it's contents.
He remembered learning how to talk; the words coming out of his mouth seeming almost foreign but right.
He remembered struggling to learn how to read well, but loved getting read to by his parents. The world of imagination and fiction had ruled his mind and he was convinced that the fiction was a reality.
He remembered preschool, how he had easily been able to capture the ability to write, finding it so easy and confused why others had troubles with it.
He remembered when they would have a good portion of their school day set aside for sleep.
He remembered growing older and taller; feeling like one day he'll be so tall he could tower over his step-dad and be the king of the household.
He remembers the scorching hot summer days as he would ride his bike around his neighborhood.
He remembers coming home from school every day to see his fathers smiling face looking down at him.
He remembers learning about the world and how it functions, finding it all so easy to stuff inside his head.
He remembers many things, if you couldn't tell. Titanius is glad to say this, he remembers quite a lot of things. It can be even small details about a person that a lot of people shouldn't care about. It's the small, simple things in life that give pleasure to this young adult. And there's nothing he would prefer other than that. The male remembers how one time he remembered too much, and that had blown up into his face. He was thirteen at the time, very smart compared to the others. He remembered most things easily so he would be able to excel in academics which his parents didn't mind at all. All of his teachers adored him, but if the "student teacher" had been considered one of his teachers, he'd be the one that disliked him the most. This is one of those few memories of Titanius's history that he despises reciting, so he'll leave the rest to their imaginations.
Though, since some people insist on the story being told to either waste time or hear a story, he'll tell it to you like it's some children's book that he has memorized by heart (though this is no children's book with happily ever afters where the character could rule the lands).
He remembers it just like it was yesterday, which was more or so four years ago at the age of seventeen and in his Junior year of school, which wasn't a surprise to many.
Titanius remembers being told by his student teacher to go to the office many times for simple things that even most teenagers would do in class, but apparently he had been an exception because the slightest slip-up would be caused that and he'd get a small little conference with the student teacher where not many words were exchanged and the air would be silent, filled with absence of mind and confusion.
The male had been doing his average conference with his student teacher, the principle didn't really care because he was too busy focusing on the school sports and other things along the lines of that, he didn't care about the students besides that.
The teacher, he normally went by Huston; which Titanius personally called him HuStink, but that's something they don't need to know. He was sniffling a little too intently which Titanius found odd, it wasn't even fall or winter so hay fever shouldn't be that bad. Maybe HuStink had been smelling something? He had done this quite often though he never understood why.
HuStink had started questioning him like it's an interrogation out of the blue, asking him how he did nothing in class but was able to succeed in all of his classes and even skip some grades. He just said it's easy for him to remember things. Almost like a sixth sense. This conference was normally during the last class of the day which luckily the male had some study session. Oddly enough at the end when the bell had rung, HuStink had invited a ride home which Titanius wouldn't object, considering he normally had to walk ten or fifteen minutes. Getting in the car they had pulled out and was taken on the road to his house/ Titanius would often hear an odd sound but he'd dismiss it from his mind and he'd get inside quickly, telling his friend over the phone how odd the car ride had been. The clues and everything that had happened seemed to worry his friend, and he was wondering what was wrong.
About thirty minutes later his friend had shown up and started explaining what she thought was wrong and that they'd have to leave soon. Living nearby the camp originally it would be no problem to travel there but his friend said to not risk the fact that HuStink could return due to knowing the house address now. A note was written and they took off, and the rest is history.
Which in his opinion, one more thing needed to be written to make this story seem complete in his opinion, so starting it off would be a good idea.
The war was one year ago, and Titanius was definitely not one for war. He despised it to be more truthful with you because that would mean sometimes death could be staring at you in the face, breathing down your neck as he would watch your every single move, ready to catch you by the toes and pull you under to the world of death where he would most likely not return. So, when the war had happened he had one instinct that he followed very quickly because there was no way he was fighting. He was weak, he was scared. Titanius had seen many things in his life, he remembers a lot of things too. Though if he would have fought in that war that would be filled with the thin air of the thirst for blood and lived the stories he would tell would be filled with his voice cracking as he would fall under the nightmares of never forgetting his blood stained hands and blood stained lands. He would be too focused on forgetting, a nightmare in itself to dream of.
So when the time came to decide if he would fight for his parents or run to save his own skin and sleep, he decided running away from the war was the best idea. Nightmares are brought on by his memories that are stuffed inside his brain like a hat filled with folded images of all sorts of things throughout his life, and dear gods he would hate having to see the repetitive scene of staring at the face of death and empty breaths, the only sound heard would be the whispers of death crawling up the murderers back, threatening to never feel safe.
That's a nightmare Titanius will never live.
Personality
If there was one thing that people could tell about this young adult, it's that he is definitely not afraid to be confident in himself. His ego is large, though that does not hinder his personality to make him seem more of a jerk than he already does. Titanius isn't afraid to crack a joke when he feels like it. Though even if it does seem that the memory filled boy is all about jokes and happiness- he fears one thing. He fears forgetting. The thought of all those memories that he remembers oh so well, being taken away he would know nothing. That sounds like a nightmare that he would have to live for a long time, trying to rebuild those memories that might have even been altered. His memories can change his mood easily, since he can remember so many it wouldn't be that difficult for the male to suddenly go from happy to sad within the time span of a few seconds. That may be the reason why he likes trying to be confident most of the time because it can be swept away quickly like a piece of paper.
Powers & Abilities
With the amount of memory that can come from this power, it's almost a gift more than a power. Though it does have it's side affects and such for using it he loves it so much, anyone with eyes can see that. Titanius is obsessed with his power, remembering people and shoving all their information about them inside his head to be able to pull it out like an index card and read it aloud is his favorite thing to do. He can image a person, place or thing inside his head easily and basically can remember anything he wants. Though, as amazing as it seems there are drawbacks from this. He gets a pounding headache for 5-6 hours and even the best of headache killers won't get rid of it. Even though the headache causes him major annoyance, he still doesn't really care. It's memory, a thing that can help him with most things in life. It's almost like a friend. Titanius likes friends.
