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[norush]

BASICS

name
william robert cobb

alias
willy

division
security

occupation
former: line cook / budtender
current: perimeter guard

age & dob
25, oct 24, scorpio

pronouns
he/him (or they/them)

family
his birth mom isn't not in his life, for better or for worse. and he definitely still talks to his sisters. used to talk to his foster parents on the regular, but it's been a minute since he hit them up. his foster brother, raine lives at the station.

CONCEPT

no thoughts, no ambitions, no physical existence; just vibes.

POWERS

summoning;
if he can see it, he can move it. sorta. he's only ever tried with small, inanimate objects and that's mostly gone okay. if he can control where the objects teleport to, he hasn't learned that yet; right now, they always seem pop into existence about 2.5 ft off the ground. they're usually, but not always, within arm's reach. he is way too chickenshit to try with anything that's alive - for obvious reasons.

phasing;
willy can become temporarily intangible, allowing him to pass through solid objects as easily as if they were air. about 40% of the time, he can bring something with him, too.

body sharing;
yeah, so... he's still a little iffy on this one. see notes

PERSONALITY

tl;dr: currently in his flop era

willy is an amorphous blob of a person. very much in his 20s - doesn't know who he is, doesn't know who he wants. it's not that he doesn't have hopes and dreams; he does! and big feelings to boot! but his distress tolerance is insanely low and he's petrified of embarrassment and failure. and as a result, he's decided that maybe it's just better to never want anything at all. forget 'if at first you don't succeed;' a pessimist by nature, willy understands that 'trying' is really just an opportunity to look foolish. if he reflected on himself even just a little bit, he could probably figure out what he wants to do, but that prospect sounds awfully lose-lose to him.

this goes for his emotions as well; willy has a tendency towards big, spiky passions, but those high-highs come inevitably paired with low-lows and so, he's decided to let that all go. people think he's 'chill' and 'zen' and perhaps, in some ways, he is. but it's not due to any sort of enlightenment; he just refuses to allow himself to care and as a result, he tends to take a passive, backseat approach to just about everything.

at his best, he tends to be flexible, conciliatory, playful, gentle, observant. at his worst, he's aimless, apathetic, cowardly, lazy, indulgent. he has a creative soul; music is probably the thing he's invested in most, not that he's ever pursued it in any serious way. he's a big baby, a daydreamer, a little bit of a punk. a messy bastard. and he's happy, he thinks, which is like, good enough.

APPEARANCE

willy's giving trader joe's employee (complimentary) meets wonderwall guy (derogatory). he's wearing the rattiest fucking sneaks you've ever seen and an $180 jacket and he smells a little like weed. he's got a small-to average build by nature, but honestly, he's more jacked than you might think. and no, they aren't all vanity muscles, okay? just... most of them.

HISTORY

willy was born to some folks who were. uhh. going through it. and things were wild and frankly kinda unstable for a period of time, like in an 'oops, maybe we're moving tonight?' sort of way. and then willy's mom spent a long in the hospital and he was only 8, so that was a whole thing. blah blah cps whatever. very weird period of his life. don't ask him about it; he doesn't remember the details.

but anyway! after all that kookiness, willy's life 180'd and he moved up in a nice little house with a nice little family who told him that he could be whatever he wanted to be when he grew up. unfortunately. he did pretty okay in school and went to a pretty okay college, where he majored in communications and minored in kind of fucking around at the radio station (you're listening to KVCU, radio 1190 AM boulder or online at radio1190.net). then he realized that he didn't know what he wanted to do after he graduated, so he decided to get his masters. and then he realized he didn't know what he wanted to do after his masters, so he sorta had a mild-moderate breakdown and dropped out of school two-thirds of the way through the year.

he couldn't exactly go back home and fess up to washing out, so he had to like... make money and stuff. so he got a job working as a budtender all-day mondays for the employee discount and then another one as a line cook at a greasy spoon from 4p-11p, Tu-Fri. because, like, you know. they didn't care if he was occasionally blasted on the job and also probably nowhere else would have hired him. (note: he did not apply.)

he was basically just dicking around and swiping right and learning to make some damn fine fried eggs when It Happened. don't ask him how. he truly doesn't know. but basically, he had just met eden and they'd hung out a few times and the night was going well, so they'd just gone back to hers. please don't grill him on the details, but essentially, he was in the final throes when. Something. Occurred.

aaaand they merged bodies. yes, it was messed up. no, it was not intentional. it felt like he blacked out and when he woke up she was gone, but also she... wasn't? and he had this Prickly Feeling in the back of his head and everyone once in a while he heard This Voice and also like 6 days had passed? so yeah. shit was pretty fucked.

it's been about 7 weeks since they figured out what was up and a little over two months since everything went down. so here they are. because what else were they gonna do? just... go back to work? to their families and their friends? like this? obviously, they couldn't fucking do that and eden's dad was losing the rag about it, and raine was already living out in vermont anyway, so sure, yeah, may as well join this enodia group thing.

NOTES

william is currently sharing his body with eden, his tinder hook-up de jour. it is an absolute nightmare for all parties. only one of them can 'front' at a time, which means either willy is present or eden is. when shit first went down, they seemed to swap out entirely at random, but now they can control it about... 90% of the time. hooray! honestly, the worst was that two-day stretch where they flickered back and forth every few minutes. talk about crazy-making.

being 'in the back room,' as willy calls it, is a little hard to describe. eden once told him it felt like a white waiting room, but he thinks it feels like... like... like sitting at the bottom of a community pool. every so often, he can catch the flicker of an image over the top of his head or a distant, muffled sound. he has to put a lot of effort into shouting back.

when he's fronting, he can live life essentially as-usual, although eden can poke him in the brain if she tries hard enough. weirdly, they seem to share 'damage' as it were, meaning that if willy takes a good thwack, eden will wake up with a bruise the next time she's out.

(if willy put a modicum more thought into this, he might realize that he has the ability to 'get out of the pool,' so to speak, at any time. in fact, not only could he hop out of eden, but he could pop over to another person if he really wanted. sadly, he is so, so far away from figuring this out.)

OOC

cameron (he/him) . pst . felix mallard . dropbox or captainkickflips @ gmail

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