[Other FULL] tinted. [OOC][T]

Name [Full name is preferred]: Owen Rickus
Position [Which Tint or Clear]: Clear
Age [14-23]: 17
Gender: Male
Weapon [If Clear]: War hammer. Looks something like:
Page from [Will be mentioned below]: Gin

Distinct Skills [Keep in mind you're human]: Just like his father, Owen had a brilliant mind. He is capable to create anything his mind can conjure up... with the needed parts, of course. Oh, and there is the chance of a drawback, but those were for more complex ideas.

Faults [Yet again, you're human]: Owen is practically the definition of 'scaredy cat.' Darkness, spiders, and heights are his main fears. While he has had more of them in his earlier years, most of them died off or would need a 'trigger' in order to have any effect on him.

Appearance [Images permitted]:

Personality: Owen was a very trusting person, as there was no reason not to be. His dad was not the type to lie, and everyone else who he knew always held their promises and had no reason to be untrusted. Owen lived all his life in blissful ignorance believing that the rest of the world was like this.

Owen is also quite clear-headed. In stressful or dangerous situations, he is able to keep his cool to think of a way out. His emotions are usually in-check and do not take over his thought process, and it is hard to 'get inside his head.' However, it is not impossible to do so.

History: For as long as Owen can remember, he only had his father. His mother died at childbirth, and all other relatives died, wanted nothing to do with him, or simply lived in another page. He wasn't bothered by this though. To him, his father was the greatest man alive.

As he grew, so did the bond between him and his father. He taught Owen everything – reading, math, et cetera. Needless to say, Owen didn't get out much so he does not have many friends at all. This was alright with Owen though, as his own inventions and imagination keep him busy in his plentiful amount of free time.

Within the last year, his father has fallen extremely sick. Money was tight, and they couldn't afford the treatment needed to cure him. With the rumors of Tints flying through the land, Owen found out about Cleaners, and how large the reward is for killing a Tint. His father clearly did not support the decision Owen made on joining the Cleaners, however he did not argue. As Owen was determined to help him, and deep down he knew Owen felt that the Tints were a change. A good change.

Opinion on 'Colour:' Owen liked color, as color was change. While he was quite content with this monochrome world, he welcomed color with open arms. Well, almost anyway, as he had to rid the world of one of these colors. There simply wasn't another way, he had to kill a Tint.


Extra [Optional]: "There is always a little room for change."

RP Sample: As Owen was packing his bag. He glanced over to his father, who was resting on his bed. "Is it really necessary to carry all this, Dad?" He asked, questioning his old man's motives. "Besides, my backpack is already heavy with the items I need."

"Necessary? No, it's not necessary. What will help you with your fears, though? I won't be able to help you out there." His father argued.

"I understand that, Dad. I suppose it's time to face my fears… or not. I could always run from them. Besides, there is a greater good here, and I'm determined to achieve it." Owens bag was stuffed now, after putting everything his Dad told him.

"Very well. Take out what you wish, son." After he said this, Owen looked down at his bag. Shaking his head, he walked over to his father.

"You know what, I'll just go without it. I don't plan on taking long anyway, a simple train ride will take me there quickly. This whole thing will be over in a few days, max. I'm planning on it. The only thing I'm taking is... well, it."

"So, how do you plan on finding a Tint within that amount of time, hmm?"

"Ehh, if color is anything like I imagine, they'll stick out like a sore thumb." Owen looked up from his father to the only window in the room. He sighed, saying "Well, I should go now. It's bright and early, and I really don't want to start out in the dark." Owen walked towards the exit of the room, opened the door and stood in the frame.

"Well, I'll be back in a week tops! And don't worry; I left you in great care. The neighbor lady is a nice, after all. Anyway, goodbye, love ya!" and with that, Owen shut the door gently, As he walked through the house to the exit, his head was swarming with emotions. He wanted to go back, to say sorry and never leave his dad's side again. He couldn't do this, though, as his dad would die without the medicine! As he reached the front door, he stopped. Breath in, breath out. His mind cleared, and he could think properly again. "There just isn't another option." He said, as he entered the outside world.