Post by codynovak on Aug 26, 2011 21:44:34 GMT -7
CODY NICOLAI NOVAK
"An aged wrinkled genius, his memory fading
His fates, his creations, the government evading"
-The Secret Life Of Dr. Calgori by Abney Park
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I AM BEYOND GOD
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Full Name: Cody Nicolai Novak
Nickname(s): None
Gender: Male
Age: Seventeen
Birthdate: 5/12/1994
Sexuality: Asexual
Reincarnate: Yes
I am: Nikola Tesla
Played By: Ryan Cartwright
Grade: senior
Boarding: Yes
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OUR SHINING FUTURE
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Height: five foot nine inches
Weight: 138 pounds
Eye Color: hazel
Hair Color: brown
Build: skinny
Scars: small scars from minor electrical burns all over his hands; has burned off his finger prints on his left hand with electricity (on accident)
Piercings/Tattoos: none
Personal Style: Cody isn't a big fan of 'casual clothing'. He likes to look nice, and hates appearing messy. His wardrobe is full of button up shirts, which he pairs with either jeans or slacks, depending on the shirt and his mood. It's not common to see him looking like he spent a few minutes on his outfit. Dressing poorly is a pet peeve of his, and if he sees someone doing it, he might criticize them. Even so, there are times that to fit in as a normal teenager, he will wear jeans and a t-shirt, though he has to iron the t-shirt before he'll wear it.
Appearance: With short brown hair and hazel eyes, standing at five foot nine and only weighing 138 pounds, average and scrawny are two words that come to mind to describe him. He's skinny and just small in general, looking a bit fragile sometimes. His skin is not only naturally pale, but even more so because he spends so much time inside- he avoids the outdoors except to feed his pigeons. He forgets to eat often, leading to his weight fluctuating frequently. It has been a cause for worry for most of his life.
There are almost constantly bags under his eyes, as he claims that he needs, at most, 2 hours of sleep. Sometimes, he will go two or three days without sleeping at all. He has small scars, from minor electrical burns, covering his hands, from fingertips to his wrists. The scars are tiny, and hard to see, but if one looks hard enough, in the right lighting, they're visible. He plays with electrical wiring often, trying to recreate some of his past experiments, leading to accidents that sometimes injure him. He's never had a bad injury, though, the worst leaving him a bit jumpy for the rest of the day, and burning off his finger prints on his left hand.
HOPE AND HORROR
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Likes: Pigeons, coffee, caffeinated drinks, electricity, cleanliness, quiet, vegetables, fruit, experimenting with science, old buildings, his coils, good food, books, classical music, and philosophy.
Dislikes: Meat, human hair, poorly dressed people, round objects, germs, Thomas Edison and any mention of him, being doubted, talking about sex, exercising, sleeping, sports, letting anyone read his notes.
Dreams: Becoming as great as he was in his last life, and finally proving that he was as powerful as he believed he was.
Fears: Germs, round things, human hair, jewelry, having his ideas stolen, and numbers not divisible by 3.
Habits/Hobbies: Twitches when he's trying to think; drinks excessive amounts of caffeine to make up for his lack of sleep; only sleeps for two hours a night, and often goes days without sleeping at all; and doesn't write down most of his ideas and thoughts, writing in code and shorthand when he does.
Secret(s): He's secretly working on recreating all of his past experiments, even the ones that were potentially dangerous.
Personality: Saying that Cody is complex would be an understatement. He's quiet generally, yet exceedingly polite when he speaks. He can be harsh too. If he has an opinion, he states it without any guilt, even if what he's saying is cruel. He can be incredibly blunt, and speaks his mind as if he has no internal filter telling him when he shouldn't say something. It can be useful, though, as it's easy to trust that he's telling the truth. He's not fond of lying, and avoids doing it. It irritates him when others lie, and he will say so. He could be considered rude, but he is very much a gentleman. What he says is generally not meant as an insult, rather just as his way of stating facts.
He can be incredibly eccentric. He claims that he only needs two hours of sleep every night, at most. There will be times where he will go as much as three days without sleep, though he claims to be able to do more. It isn't good for him, and he can make himself sick doing it, overtaxing his body and leaving it susceptible to illnesses. For this reason, he has a phobia of germs, finding them more terrifying than just about anything else. Human hair, jewelry, and round objects can freak him out, and as such, he avoids them all. His own hair doesn't bother him, but only because he knows just how often it is washed, and it is always combed as neatly as possible. He's obsessive compulsive, and it tends to show in how meticulous and uptight he can be.
Cody claims that he has visions, typically in the middle of the night. They're odd, and he isn't quite sure what they are, but he says they happen. Sometimes, he thinks he's being spoken to by Martians, through electromagnetic signals. Sometimes, he'll rant for hours, going on about ideas he's had. Mostly, though, he's quiet and brooding, mind in a far off place. He speaks eight languages, and hopes to learn more. (The languages are all learned from his past life, and are Croatian, Czech, English, French, German, Italian, Latin, and Hungarian.) When he's really paranoid, as he often is, and he's being required to write notes, he'll write them in Croatian, and/or shorthand. He fears that if he shares his ideas before he's completed them and patented them, that they'll be stolen.
It's hard for him to manage normally in social functions. His mind is constantly at work, completely beyond his control. He has a photographic memory, and the ability to visualize all of his technological ideas, to get basic sketches out. He can do advanced calculus and physics in his head, and frequently memorizes entire books. This leads to him forgetting social conventions at times, and instead retreating into what he thinks of as the sanctuary of his mind. He became a vegetarian in his last life, something he carried over to this one. He refuses to eat meat, and thinks that the killing of animals for food is wrong, when fruit and vegetables can be grown instead. There is no easy way to explain Cody Novak, but then again, he was once Nikola Tesla.
PRETTY BOY, PRETTY GIRL
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Mother: Sharon Ann Novak, 48, secretary
Father: Miles Aaron Novak, 50, engineer
Siblings: Sophia, 23, college student; Sarah, 20, college student; Katie, 14, high school student
Other: Uncle Nicolai Novak, 54, zoologist
Pets: None, though he often sits outside and pets pigeons, naming them sometimes. (Helena and Sasha are his favorites that he claims to recognize.)
Hometown: New York City, USA
History: Born to Sharon and Miles Novak, Cody was the third child, and first son. He has two older sisters, Sophia, who is six years older than him, and Sarah, who is three years older than him. His father was an engineer, and his mother a secretary. They weren't very young by the time they had him, being 31 and 33 respectively. The family was upper middle class, and as a child, Cody never wanted for anything. When he was three years old, his younger sister, Katie, was born. The family of six was very happy, and it was a simple life. Yet, from the day he was born, it was clear that Cody wasn't a normal child.
Even as an infant, he was abnormally quiet. He rarely cried, and when he did, it was in genuine discomfort. Unlike most children, he took his time learning to speak, and didn't say his first word until five months after his first birthday. He didn't babble, he didn't make much noise. For a long time, his parents were concerned that there was some kind of brain damage, causing him to be unable to speak. It was just part of his personality, though, as he didn't feel the need for words. It was considered funny by his parents, that when he finally spoke, his first word was "bad", as Sarah took his bear. It was the first sound he'd made outside of cries of pain or need, and a relief to them. After that, they spoke to him often, hoping for any kind of response. Quickly, Cody discovered that they liked it when he spoke back, so he'd give little answers, usually one word. It was often remarked upon by other people outside of the family that he had a very thoughtful expression, as if he was already brainstorming.
By the time he was six, Cody knew what he was. With his father being an engineer, he'd heard stories about Nikola Tesla, and had even been read stories about him. He aspired to be like him, and so he learned as much as he could. Reading the dictionary, in an attempt to boost his vocabulary, and stumbled across the word 'reincarnation'. It fascinated him, and he felt as if it explained the dreams he'd been having. They were like flashes of memory, of another life, one in a laboratory, electricity dancing wildly. Before discovering the word, he assumed that he was just having an over active imagination, dreaming of the stories his father had told him. But when he discovered it, something clicked. It made sense. He wasn't just Cody Novak, he was the reincarnation of Nikola Tesla. And the memories began coming back even more.
It was clear to Cody what he had to do. If he ever did anything, he would become the man he'd once been. He remembered his experiments, his notes. So he began working. He'd take apart things, rebuilding them to make them more efficient. When he was nine years old, he made a model of a water based electricity system that could be used for New York City; replacing conventional power plants with these would cut down on the environmental impact, and create cheaper energy. His hopes were destroyed, however, when it was brushed off as childish ramblings. After that, he kept his ideas to himself, and withdrew even more.
In an attempt to get him to open up, Cody's parents had him work with his uncle, Nicolai. The man was a zoologist, and the pair had always been fond of each other. It was with Nicolai that Cody rediscovered the love of birds that he'd had in his past life, doting on pigeons especially. Every day during the summers he was ten through fourteen, he would go with Nicolai to work, and learn about animals. It was more information to add into his already nearly bursting mind, but he took it happily. It only solidified his desire to be a vegetarian again, and when he was eleven, he told his parents so. Since then, he hasn't eaten meat, and quite likes surviving on just fruits and vegetables.
When he was fourteen, he came to Riverdale. He'd been looking into boarding schools, and felt like Riverdale was the right one. It wasn't that he wanted to get away from his family; he just needed somewhere that his intellect could grow without being under their watchful eye. Since arriving, he's not noticed anything odd about the other students. That could possibly be blamed on the fact that he's such a recluse, and because he's always thinking about other things. Really, he barely notices the other students, so it'd be impossible for him to notice anything odd about them. Still, he thinks that there is something odd about him, and he's not quite sure if he's insane. There are times that he thinks that he's not reincarnated, and just crazy.
I AM WHO I AM
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Name/Alias: Emily
Other Characters: None yet
Age: 16
Time Zone: Mountain
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Today wasn't going well so far for Henry. Beatrice had woken him up twice- the first time with nightmares of monsters under her bed, the second time having wet the bed- and his own nightmares had woken him up as well. After the third time he'd been woken up, he'd given up on sleep, and moved to his desk to work on lesson plans. Walking in the dark had been a bad idea, though, and he'd ended up banging his knee, jarring it and bringing back the phantom pains he'd managed to ignore.
Now, on his way to his first class of the day, he leaned on his cane, mentally cursing that he had to use it. He wasn't old, was he? No, he was only in his mid-thirties. That wasn't old at all. And if anyone said otherwise, he'd probably snap. A lack of sleep was certainly bad for his temper, as was the pain he felt as he walked. Behind him, Beatrice skipped, singing a nursery rhyme. The trouble she'd had sleeping seemed to not affect her at all, something that didn't surprise her father in the least.
Of course, it'd be today of all days that her usual babysitter would call in sick at the last minute. Without time to arrange for another caretaker for the day, he'd decided to just keep her in his classroom with him. What would the harm be? It would be simple to sit her at the extra desk with a workbook and some crayons. Besides, this way, he could have some extra time with her between classes. This seemed like a good solution, though he'd have to figure something out for next time.
Reaching the classroom, he opened the door, letting Beatrice in first. As usual, he was early enough that there weren't any students there yet. Placing his suitcase on his desk, Henry chuckled as his daughter looked around the classroom in awe. It wasn't often she got to be in one, and so she considered being in her father's class a treat. Opening his suitcase, he pulled out the workbook and crayons he'd packed for her, situating her at the extra desk beside his own. "Bea, darling, you stay here, okay? If you need something, raise your hand, and I'll take care of it, okay? But you have to be quiet so you don't disturb the students."
With agreement from his daughter, he set to work writing the day's agenda on the board, as well as the notes the students would need to take down to start with. Hearing the door open, he didn't turn from his work, continuing with the writing. "Just take a seat, save any questions for when class has started." Leaning a bit too heavily on his sore knee, he grimaced, moving from the board and grabbing his cane. Muttering curses under his breath, he sat down. "Damn knee... Shouldn't be so stiff..." Rubbing his knee, he looked up, raising an eyebrow. "Morning."- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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