Name: Chayton Illinois Rukin
Alias: Illinois. He hates his first name.
Age: 16
Height: 6'0
Weight: 145 pounds
Interests: The Lion king, happy music, telling stories, singing, looking at art.
Dislikes: death in general, his birthday, and New York
Powers/ Abilities: Illinois has a weak Necromancy ability. As a fact, most necromancers have control of reanimation and the ability to see ghosts. Illinois is only half necromancer, as he obtained his powers from his father's side of the family. He can only do half of what a normal necromancer can do, which is see spirits. He has to deal with them and their chaotic voices twisting constantly in his mind. He can force his sight on others though, for a weak thirty seconds of silence. This ability does attract more ghosts, giving him more of a headache afterwards.
Sexual preference: Bisexual, favors woman more.
Other: He is half English and Half Sioux Indian
Personality: : One of the best ways to describe Illinois is that he is a wallflower with a known wild streak. He observes and takes everything in, but when he snaps, he takes no precautions at all. Responsibility has always been a problem for the young man and he tends to take responsibility for everything, whether it was his own fault. His wild streak from when he grows angry will be the death of him eternally.
It does not take very much to make Illinois feel guilt and he tends to be very emotional, as the ghosts tear away his sanity bit by bit. While it doesn't take much to make him shed a tear, it does not take very much to make him smile either. Illinois' decisions are formed by logic, rarely letting emotions into although as his sanity slips away so does his logic and emotions will begin to take over more.
He is terrified of death, ever since he figured out that his imagery friends were not so imaginary and the loss of his father has terrified him. He doesn't want to loose anyone more than he has to, although he is no psychic and can't prevent any of it.
History: Chayton Illinois Rukin was brought into the world on September 11th, 1996 to Kimimela and Allistar Rukin in Ravinia, South Dakota. His father was a well known lawyer in the parts and worked hard for his family while his mother worked as a seamstress and a story teller. He grew up speaking the language of his people and English, a well balanced mix for him and his family. They had a happy little life, a nice house with a yard, and a playfully puppy. A perfect life as it seemed. The Rukins went out to dinner, played together, and they all took a miniature vacation when Allistar had to go on a business trip. He also had imaginary friends to play with him all the time he desired.
September 8th wasn’t any different. A business trip to New York turned vacation for Chayton’s fifth birthday. Everything went without a hitch, and on the day of Chayton’s birthday, the family planned to go see the Lion King on Broadway. He bounced around the hotel that day, still amazed by the sight of the twin towers in the distant. He would laugh as he listened to the happy music on the radio and stared up into the big shinny building where his daddy was working that early morning. At 8:46 though, smiles disappeared from his face as he saw two planes crash into the building. All he remembers of that day were two things: screaming mommy as loud as he could have and the thoughts of if daddy had not gone into work so early that day so they could go to the play… maybe he wouldn’t have been hurt. Allistar Rukin didn’t come out of the buildings, being not far from the site of impact. He was twenty nine years old.
Now, the recently widowed Kimimela and Chayton returned to their home in South Dakota. Although Chayton did have a new imaginary one: that of his father. He looked like all the other ones, dead in some form or another. Tommy was always dripping wet, as he had drowned. Lucy’s wrist was always bleeding, and a good portion of his daddy’s face was missing. He didn’t care though; he had at least in his “imagination”. His father always watched over his mother with a sad yet calm smile on his face. He also slowly taught his son life lessons, although it didn’t take long for Illinois to realize his imaginary friends were all once living.
His mental state deteriorated over the years, by the age of fourteen being placed in a mental hospital. As he was trying to tell others about the ghosts in his vision, they put him on more and more medications until he stopped telling them about them. It took a while, but he was eventually released. His mother had found out something about Chayton’s father though in his time at the hospital: that the man suffered from the same delusions as her child now had. Her people though viewed this as a gift, and she sent him to Phoenix academy for a chance at something new.
Audition: A group of people were staring at him, peering into him with their inquisitive eyes. A gifted, that’s what he thought he was, at least in the semi-decent sanity of his own mind. I mean, these ghosts that he saw, he could ID them and prove that they had once been alive. Most likely could solve a lot of murder cases too, at least… when he wasn’t getting sent back to the mental ward for the umpteenth time. He could be a detective if he wanted, but no. He was here, standing in front of a group of inquisitive eyes.
One of the basic principles of logic is that everything requires a plan. Everything does, at least if it is going to even have a change of going correctly, which must adhere to another plan, which fits within another plan…. It was repetitive and could hurt your mind to think about. As usual, his mind rambled on going through this. Spot light on mister wallflower: he was just standing there like an idiot before blinking sharply. Damm him and his one track brain. He blinked sharply and remembered the plan.
“Today Mister Rukin, unless you are not to be here in the first place or your so called power is to attempt to bore us to death.” The man in the middle said, tapping his pencil on the desk with a dull expression on his face. It seemed he had one too many poor auditions before this. Well, the time was now. He would prove to his mother he wasn’t crazy. To prove all those years in Hartgrove hospital in vain, and that he truly didn’t need to be surrounded by those other insane people. He would prove it if it killed him.
His power was simple enough. He took a deep breath a opened his eyes. The man in the middle’s pupils covered his iris, giving his eyes look black. He saw his little boy in the corner, who had died a decade before due to an accident with his own powers at a young age. “Daddy?” The boy said softly, walking closer to the man in the middle. Slowly, the ghost boy took his father’s hand. The man looked like he was going to cry. “Don’t cry daddy. I’ve always been here.” He said softly as the child’s form faded away. “His name was Thomas, wasn’t it? It went by Tommy and died in an accident. Trapped himself in a block of ice in a lake and drowned.” Illinois said softly as he rubbed his temples.
The man was quiet and shook a little bit. He told no one about his son at his work, no one knew him nor how he died. “Chayton Illinois Rukin… you’re accepted.” He said softly, hand shaking as he held up a black ribbon towards Illinois.
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