User Profile

NAME | s o d a
PLAYED BY | Bou, from An Cafe
AGE | 27
BIRTHDATE | MAY 5
FACTION | Ex-Sphere

No real physical abilities per say, or at least nothing supernatural (save an uncanny ability to look like either a guy or a girl depending on how he dresses), although he knows the ropes of street living. He knows basic hand-to-hand combat and can run pretty fast, though, again, that's all pretty normal.

Though, let him get his hands on a few chemicals and a bundle of wires, and you better watch out - or rather, start running in fast as you can, because Soda here can build a mean bomb. He's been fascinated with the BOOM CRACK BANG of things since he was younger - scientist parents encouraged his experimenting and all - and so, yeah. Explosion-happy fellow's good at what he does. Making bombs, that is. Boom boom? ♥

Soda's, well. He's kind of special. I mean, you get to know him at first, and he seems like an okay sort of guy. Sure, he looks a bit like a guy looking too much like a girl who looks kinda guyish (it's terribly confusing), but he's generally cheerful and well-meaning enough, and sort of peppy and polite, and well, yeah. It's kinda exactly how he looks. You talk, he'll chat back, you ask, he'll answer, you smile, he'll wave. He's kinda like the kid next door that never grew up - you can't believe his 27, eh? He's still got the mental age of 12, maybe, but that's not necessarily bad, right?

But then, we get to his 'art,' and he's all serious. It's almost an obsession, his fascination with bombs and explosions - he calls it his art, literally, and will stop at nothing to perfect. So in some aspects, he sort of misses those days back when he was with the Sphere and all he had to do was develop new bombs to use in the war. Because those explosions, those magnolia blossoms of fire and shrapnel, those twisting vines of thick black smoke, that's what he lives for. If he's walking down the street and happens to see a burning building, he'll stop in his tracks, looking up with eyes glazed over and mouth open, whispering, "So beautiful."

And morals? Well, he does have them. He doesn't like slaughter, he doesn't like it when too many people die, and he's not really fond of torture and war and all that messy jazz. But for the sake of his art? He doesn't care. It doesn't matter if that next bomb he's going to set off might kill a whole orphanage of cripple orphans, his art is too important. That single burst of fire outwards, then the rising of flames and smoke and-- oh, oh, it's so pretty. If you're caught in the crossfire, sorry, too bad. But you understand it's for the sake of beauty, right?

* Born to a Sphere scientist couple. Nice people. Fine researchers.
* Age four, parents first teach him how to mix different things together. Paints, mostly.
* Age six. Gets his first chemistry set. Oooh, look, fizzy bubbles!
* Age seven. His first chemistry lesson. Oh, wow, it goes pop!
* Age eight. Builds his first bomb. Sets the family cat on fire by accident and grounded for a week, but it was totally worth it.
* Age nine. Keeps buildings these bombs. His mother, exasperated, asks him, why don't you play with the girls in your class? They're so quiet and look, they read books and play nice!
* By age ten his mother's regretting having said that, since he's succesfully adapted into dressing in girl's clothes. Parents are exasperated whenever people compliment them on how cute their daugter is. But at least he's stopped building bombs.
* Or so it seemed. He just took that hobby out of the house.
* Age twelve, his parents decide to send him to a somewhat stricter school halfway across the city, in hopes that he'll be a bit disciplined there.
* Except, it doesn't work. He grows up just the same he always did - dressing however he likes and blowing up trees in the school backyard in his spare time. At least he gets fantastic chemistry grades.
* Then, WAR! BOOM BOOM BANG CRASH! He's a junior when his school gets hit by a wayward bombshell, and KABOOOOOM, no more school! But that explosion was so great!
* So he goes and joins the Sphere. They ignore him at first, but he shows them how good he is at making bombs. They let him in.
* This goes for a good while, and he's happy! Sure, the bombs he develops might be used to kill people, but they're so cool!
* Then, the war ends. He's dismissed. Out on the streets, it is!
* Wandering, here and there -- present day.