LegitimateRisk
Dangerous Sex Symbol
LegitimateRisk
LegitimateRisk
Dangerous Sex Symbol
Khaos
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Name: Krystofer Tyler Rykov
Alias: Khaos
Age: Nineteen
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Class: 4.5
Alignment: X Men
Alias: Khaos
Age: Nineteen
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Class: 4.5
Alignment: X Men
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Appearance:
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Hair Color: Short, Brown, often kept styled as a mohawk.
Eye Color: Brown
Height: Six feet even.
Weight: One hundred Eighty pounds
Gender: Male
Nationality: Born and raised in America, though his parents are from Russia.
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Hair Color: Short, Brown, often kept styled as a mohawk.
Eye Color: Brown
Height: Six feet even.
Weight: One hundred Eighty pounds
Gender: Male
Nationality: Born and raised in America, though his parents are from Russia.
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Powers:
- Whenever Krystof uses any of his powers, Active or Passive, red markings appear all accross his body.
Emotional Consistency - Krystof's powers become most active when he is a heightened emotional state, typically Anger or Rage, however intense focus and determination as well as a strong emotional drive towards a person, object or goal can also cause the same effect. While this emotional augmentation most directly impacts his powers of Hyperkinetic Exertion, they also slightly aid his Energy Wave Emission.
Hyperkinetic Exertion - a Passive ability of Kyrstof's which is often mistaken for superhuman strength, however is actually the ability to exert up to high levels of kinetic force with physical contact, no matter how light. This power is directly related to his emotional state and the amount of focus he has applied towards a certain goal. He hopes to learn to control this power at Xavier's school.
Energy Wave Emission - An active power of Krystof's in which he is able to release energy waves in various forms, however most commonly in powerful, unbridled blasts of destructive energy. Once fired, these blasts are almost impossible to control and as a result are difficult to aim. However with training and practice, Krys has managed to master the firing of short bursts of Energy beams accurately and on demand. This power is also affected by his emotional state.
Personality:
- Before his powers surfaced, Krystof was a star Athlete, popular student, and arrogant teenager. Self centered, rude, and disrespectful, Krys saw himself as the center of the universe. His friends and social circles revolved around him and less popular or bold students cowered around him. He mused at those who he looked down on and only glorified himself. However when his powers surfaced, he was changed. Believing it to be karma, almost cosmic justice that he would become a freak, like all those he belittled, he has taken to learning his lesson in the hopes of being redeemed. While he still has his old habits, he often has to remind himself to keep his insults in check and think of others rather than himself. This has proven very difficult and caused frequent frustration, resulting in his powers being more and more difficult to control.
Since the attack, Krystof has found a new motivation behind his focus. He feels as if he has been very personally offended by the Brotherhood's attack and has taken that personal injury and anger to pinpoint and direct his emotions in a way that allows him to maximize his potential. He feels that he is most suited to lead the New Mutants due to his superior experience and senior status and will fight for that position if necessary.
Biography:
- Krystofer Rykov grew up in Los Angeles, California. From a very young age he showed promise in sports, however took a strong liking to wrestling and later youth boxing eventually reaching into Mixed Martial Arts. Keeping to his training at all times, but making space for whatever sporting event was in season, Krystof seemed to have the physiology of a professional as he excelled at whatever activity he attempted, inflating his ego. All of this culminated to a very arrogant, self-serving, disrespectful teenager that was Krystof. At the age of sixteen he was captain of the football team, Baseball MVP and starter on the Basketball team while still a leading competitor in his weight class for the regional MMA league he competed in since his early teens.
However, one early Friday evening, upon the green football field at an out of town game, the Linebacker, Krystof had noticed something different about himself. He felt angry, extremely angry and for no real reason at all. It was only the first quarter and he'd received no insults from the other team. His competitive spirit seemed to light a flame in the teenager that he could not control. At the hike of the ball, the frenzied athlete blew through the offensive line with unnatural strength and plowed violently into the quarterback like a freight train, sending the player limply to the ground as he towered over him, flailing about and screaming in rage at the unconscious player. It took four of his own teammates to drag him off the field where he was sedated and ejected from the game. The opposing player lived, though suffered a mild concussion and four broken ribs.
When Krystof had awoken from his drug induced sleep, the doctors explained why he was strapped down to his bed and what had happened. They explained that he had been permanently suspended from all High-school athletic events for suspected substance use. They told him that they had suspected he had been on what was called a "Roid-Rage" by Steroid users, but all blood tests came back clean and informed him that after extensive testing, they had found a mutation and that what had happened to him on that field was the emergence of his Mutation's effects.
Krys was blown away by the news he'd received. How could it happen to him? How could he become a freak, like all those he'd ridiculed for so many years, like all those he'd hurled insults at. How in the world could he become one of THEM?! It took several months for the teenager to come to terms with his fate. For the longest time he denied everything, claimed that everything was fine, that he couldn't play anymore because of what had happened, but he couldn't explain away what he had done. His peers rejected him, condoning him for the unfair practices, or whatever rumors that had spread about him. It wasn't until word got out that he was a Mutant that the tables truly turned on Krystof, as his own friends turned on him, and began hurling insults at him, casing him in with all the other freaks. He had truly fallen from his high place to reach a new low. Krystof finally came to consider if this was his fate, if some cosmic justice had been rendered upon him for all the wrong he had done in his life.
That was when he learned of Xavier's school. He wanted to find a way to redeem himself, to do some good for those he'd hurt. While every part of him screamed for revenge, to put those trash talking punks in their place, he refrained long enough to gain admission to the school. All four years of his attendance, Krystof remained neutral to the swaying cliques and constant fads which seemed to pass with all teenagers, instead always focusing on bettering himself and mastering his abilities.
Krystof was a senior the year of the attack on the Academy, and quite invested in his hopes to join the ranks of the Xmen. He held quite a bit of promise among his peers and was almost expected to join the elite mutant force. However the attack derailed all his hopes as all Xmen came to be dispatched across the country, leaving him seated firmly upon the bench yet again. Deeply offended by the attack, feeling as if he had been insulted personally by his own classmates, Krystof took to a new focus in the affairs of his training. The anger of personal injury and thirst for vengeance helped him focus all his emotions to a single goal, making it easier for him to control his abilities. As the New Mutants stepped forth as an independent team for the first time, Krystof hoped to seize the title of their leader, feeling he was best suited for the position due to his status prior to the attack.
Likes:
• Adrenaline
• Competition
• Success
• Victory
Dislikes:
• Loosing Control
• Injustice
• Being insulted
• Being overlooked or ignored.
Friends:
• Aiden Black
• More to come
Foes:
• Axel Locke
• More to come
Lovers:
• More to come
• More to come
Rivals:
• More to come
• More to come
• Adrenaline
• Competition
• Success
• Victory
Dislikes:
• Loosing Control
• Injustice
• Being insulted
• Being overlooked or ignored.
Friends:
• Aiden Black
• More to come
Foes:
• Axel Locke
• More to come
Lovers:
• More to come
• More to come
Rivals:
• More to come
• More to come
Played By: LegitimateRisk
LegitimateRisk
Dangerous Sex Symbol
Axel Locke
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Name: Axel Locke
Alias: Nuke
Age: Twenty-Five
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Class: Five
Alignment: Brotherhood.
Alias: Nuke
Age: Twenty-Five
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Class: Five
Alignment: Brotherhood.
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Appearance:
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Hair Color: Brown, kept moderately short.
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Height: Five feet Eleven inches.
Weight: One Hundred Seventy-nine pounds
Gender: Male
Nationality: American.
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Hair Color: Brown, kept moderately short.
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Height: Five feet Eleven inches.
Weight: One Hundred Seventy-nine pounds
Gender: Male
Nationality: American.
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Powers:
Ion Metabolism:
Nuke's mutation has completely altered his physiology. Most living creatures metabolize food in order to support bodily functions, and rest to allow their bodies the chance to recuperate and perform at their best. Axel operates on a totally different set of rules, right down to the cellular level.
The cells in his body are actually radioactive, producing energy at a variable rate in order to satisfy operations throughout his body which would normally require the ATP derived from food. As this energy is produced, it is quite actively and efficiently consumed, however should his cells produce more energy than required, it is not stored as most living things do, and rather is emitted in the form of light or low heat.
Active Ion expulsion:
Axel's Energy production is a passive process, however with careful training and several dangerous episodes, he has managed to forge a way to take control of this production and amp it up when desired and utilize it in various ways.
Ion Arc - By violently releasing a surge of his energy, a dangerous blast of radiation can be released from anywhere in his body. These waves are concussive and super-heated, capable of causing damage to the surface of the body in burns and bruising, but will not cause any permanent internal damage without sustained exposure.
sustained flight - In a much more controlled version of his Ion Arc, Axel can focus the expulsion of his ions to a specific part of his body and in a definitive direction to allow him to fly extremely efficiently and with great aerial agility and speed, as a simple thought is all that is needed to shift his direction.
Meltdown:
There is a point at which Axel can push his powers too far and cause a cataclysmic physiological meltdown. Gradually, he has been able to extend his body's endurance and strength to the point he can go harder, longer, and faster without loosing control. However as he does this, his body shifts into a sort of high activity state. Mixing the release of Photon energy as well as radioactivity to compensate the extreme peak activity, causing his soft tissue to take on a translucent green appearance as even organs, muscle and deep tissue emit light, but not his bones, causing his skeleton to remain a dark silhouette within him. [IMAGE]
At near limit levels of activity and beyond, the cellular activity reaches a point at which the release of ion radiation is mixed with Gamma rays, extremely dangerous to humans. The levels of Gamma produced do not peak until Meltdown is achieved and Axel's body literally overloads, spiraling out of control until his entire body is destroyed in an Atomic blast.
Personality:
- Cool, Calm, Collected. Axel Locke is a very direct, knowledgeable individual who keeps a very smooth savvy about him at seemingly all times.
Axel views himself as a God among mortals, A king, a Savior, a beacon of leadership to all the hopeless souls who surround him. But as all great leaders know, change does not come with glorious revolution or chaotic coups, it comes with patience and sacrifice. It comes with time, slow are the changes that shape the way the world turns.
Nuke is witty, quick to the draw and is always assessing the situation he is in as well as reading those around him. Always searching for their weakest point, or plotting a way to gain dominance over them. But as mentioned before, he is extremely patient and will wait as long as he has to for the perfect moment to strike.
There is a point, however, at which Axel turns cold to others. When Axel has taken superiority over another, he makes sure that they know his place is above theirs, or that they rely upon him in some way. At that point, Axel often mistreats them, withdrawing his emotions from them and using them to solve his own devices.
Biography:
- Axel Locke's earliest memories begin within the walls of St Margrets Orphanage in a small community lying outside of New York City. The smallest of the children, he was always first to be picked on or bullied. Many of the kids who had been there longer than the others would make it a point to rough Axel around every chance they got. As a result, Axel quickly became much of a recluse, keeping to his books, spending his time reading anything from the Encyclopedia to childrens books. By the time he was twelve, he had finished the entire orphanage's tiny library twice. Though his constructive habits never truly helped his bully problem, especially once his identity as a Mutant began to surface. Axel was sleeping and eating less and seemingly becoming more and more restless with his time. Some dark nights, when his seeming anxiety was a its worst, some of the children could almost swear that he would glow an eerie green. During an instance when one of his bullies took to physically abusing Axel with a wooden bat, Axel caught it in the palm of his hand just as his powers spiked, causing the wood to spontaneously burst into flames. Though, this display only made matters worse, drawing attention to himself, the other orphans began abusing him further, calling him a monster, a mutant, a freak. The pressure and constant feeling of oppression in this hellish childhood finally came to a head in Axel's first Meltdown. A spontaneous outburst of his powers caused his young body to overload, unleashing unbridled radioactive energy and constant waves of destruction which effectively reduced not only the orphanage, but the entire community to rubble and ashes. Fortunately, the fear and surprise within Axel brought just calm and reason to his mind to regain control of his powers before they could escalate any further. Alone, finally, Axel enjoyed the peace of the wasteland he had created for no longer than an hour before a group arrived on the scene, leading this group was a caped man wearing a strange helmet, an old man. He called himself Magneto, or Erik, he promised the boy he was not alone and vowed that he could help Axel not only gain control of his gifts, but see to it no human could ever oppress he or any other Mutant ever again.
The years that followed passed very quickly, Axel's control over his powers came naturally as he trained with magneto's direct supervision, a privilage few brotherhood members enjoyed. He had no need to sleep, and spent his countless hours reading and teaching himself new things, the only thing he could do to keep from loosing his mind. Though as he learned about society, about mutant's progress and about the history of the brotherhood, one simple thought remained in the back of Axel's mind. The thought that perhaps he was special, more special than any other mutant, but perhaps a born messiah for the Mutant race. It wasn't long before the idea that Axel was meant to lead Mutants everywhere developed into a silent obsession. He longed for the day he would even assume command of the brotherhood despite Magneto's flawless leadership. Though it was flawed. How? Xavier. The fact his eldest leader and father figure refused to kill that old man standing in his way after all these years simply proved that he was not willing to do whatever it took to see his dreams realized. Axel was not afraid.
Axel bid his time, waiting, planning. He was never quite sure just how he would seize control of the Brotherhood, but he knew the day would arrive sure as the sun rose. Though a distraction arrived in his life in teh form of Belladonna. A female mutant, about his age, and another aprentence to Magneto. Se was loyal to the cause and fearless. She harbored a hatred towards Humanity and a drive to be better as a Mutant. Whats more, she was ready to take Axel as her leader, if it so came to pass. It just so happened that the two of them were sent on various missions together and in time, they formed a bond. Axel had always seen this woman as the exception to the rule. She was his closest friend, his most loyal ally, his first true follower. The Woman fell for him and fell hard as they practically grew up together. Axel would lie if he said he held no special feeling for the girl in return, but he would never come out and voice the thought either. Still the bond strengthened without need to come to surface. In time, her powers, in fact, inspired Axels master plan.
At sixteen, Axel began to carefully and very controlled, dose his mentor with bleeding energy from his body. For most he supressed all radiation of his powers, but when the two of them were alone, or at least in close enough proximity, he carried on. For years this went on as he watched silently as Magneto's health declined more and more rapidly, even as his own plan to plant sleepers into the school came to execution. Axel adopted his mentor's plot into his own and saw his oportunity to eliminate the greatest obstacle the Brotherhood had ever known. While on his deathbed, Erik was oblivious to Axel's sending a close friend and fellow brotherhood member into the school, a final enrolee, for the soul purpose of killing Xavier. Though Magneto would not see the day. Only three days before the attack, Erik breathed his last breath, turning over his leadership over the Brotherhood to Axel, completing the young man's plot almost ten years in the making.
He shared absolute control over the organization with his Bella as the two of them began to orchestrate chaos for the X-Men. Cells started by Magneto and the two of them alike began to rise up in violence, lashing out with strong anti-human actions across the country. Slowly, Axel watched as the tide changed in his favor. He could feel the momentum build as victories began to be reported. X-Men fell to exhaustion or stress.
At long last, Nuke came to control the Brotherhood. And soon, he hopes to rule much more than that.
Likes:
• A witty exchange of insults and remarks.
• Stimulation, Mental and Physical.
• A plan coming together.
• Getting the best of someone.
Dislikes:
• Spoiled plots.
• Lack of stimulation.
• Stupid people.
• Oranges.
Friends:
• Luciana Maria Ricci
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Foes:
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Lovers:
• Luciana Maria Ricci
• here
Rivals:
• here
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• A witty exchange of insults and remarks.
• Stimulation, Mental and Physical.
• A plan coming together.
• Getting the best of someone.
Dislikes:
• Spoiled plots.
• Lack of stimulation.
• Stupid people.
• Oranges.
Friends:
• Luciana Maria Ricci
• here
Foes:
• here
• here
Lovers:
• Luciana Maria Ricci
• here
Rivals:
• here
• here
Played By: LegitimateRisk
LegitimateRisk
Dangerous Sex Symbol
Nate Grey
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Name: Nathaniel Essex Grey
Alias: X-Man
Age: Twenty-Four
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Class: Four.
Alignment: Neutral
Alias: X-Man
Age: Twenty-Four
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Class: Four.
Alignment: Neutral
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Appearance:
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Hair Color: Brown, kept short and tamed.
Eye Color: His natural eye color is blue, however his left eye radiates a brilliant white light.
Height: Six feet and one inch.
Weight: One Hundred eighty-nine pounds
Gender: Male
Nationality: American.
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Hair Color: Brown, kept short and tamed.
Eye Color: His natural eye color is blue, however his left eye radiates a brilliant white light.
Height: Six feet and one inch.
Weight: One Hundred eighty-nine pounds
Gender: Male
Nationality: American.
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Powers:
Telekinesis - Nate has exceptional talent with telekinesis. Able to lift heavy objects and fling them about. While his range is limited to twenty meters, he can generate enough momentum in lifting objects within that range to throw them great distances. Maximum weight of effective control is five hundred pounds. Able to force or shove up to one ton. Extensive focus and energy is used for objects of that size. This power can not be used in combination with any other.
Psychometry - Essentially tracking by telepathic means. Nate is able to read residual energies from objects less than two hours old. Any time beyond that and any traces deteriorate beyond Nate's ability to read. Nate can only identify the trace's origin, specifically who left it and when. This power can not be used in combination with any other.
Telepathy - Nate is only able to read the unguarded thoughts of others. If an individual is unaware they are being read, Nate can establish a solid link between the two minds and read their thoughts more clearly, however guarded minds, or those aware and unwanting of the act are more difficult to penetrate. Proximity is a key factor, as the act must be line of sight up to twenty Meters unless a substantially powerful mental link has been formed between Nate and the target. In such cases, Nate is even able to transfer his own thoughts to said target, though the individual will clearly know what is happening and is in no way controlled by Nate. This power can not be used in combination with any other.
Psionic blasts - Nate is able to focus his psionic abilities into simple waves of forceful energy more likened to concussive blasts. These attacks can be fired from any point on his body and are quite powerful, though can be draining if used too rapidly. These cannot be fired while Nate is using any of his other powers.
Personality:
Nate Grey is no antagonist. He has no selfish ambitions, no urges for revenge, no spiteful anger. Nate Grey is simply an arrogant mutant with no need to join forces with the likes of any faction. He is well aware of the strength of his abilities and prefers to keep to himself rather than make company with others, especially groups. His origins leave him as a very cautious individual, always suspecting those around him of being out to get him or suspecting them of wanting to use he and his powers for their own reasons. For that he keeps an inflated ego, coming off as "too good" for those who seek his help. However, Nate will go out of his way to help those who genuinely need him and do not seek him out. Example being humans or innocent mutants who are victimized or disadvantaged. Call it the savior complex in his personality, or even his noble origins, but Nate Grey does have a pure heart and a longing to help.
Biography:
- There are other worlds, aside from our own. No I do not mean other planets, I mean other earths. The thought may be difficult for you to understand but Nathaniel Essex Grey knows this truth all too well. He comes from an earth who's timeline has been much different from our own, a world where a terrifying, Millennium old mutant warlord by the name of Apocalypse conquered all, with the help of his demonic mutant army. He was artificially born, created by a man by the name of Mr Sinister, made up from DNA taken from Scott Summers and Jean Grey for the soul purpose of killing the tyrant before being killed by his own powers only so his creator could fill the void created by Apocalypse's death.
Fortunately, Nate was saved this fate by Cyclops himself who stumbled upon the holding cell Nate's creator had him held along with a handful of other Mutants. Neither Nate nor Scott were aware of their connection though the pair joined forces to rid the world of it's evil ruler. When Nate's creator learned of the pair's efforts and lashed out against the two of them. In th hopes of destabilizing Nate, he exposed the truth of Nate's origins and grand purpose by inviting Nate to read his mind. The angry Telepath assaulted Mr Sinister and killed him just before leaving his father's company to face Apocalypse himself.
The Young Mutant fought against the Warlord, exhausting is powers as he strove to rid the world of his evil, though it was hardly enough to defeat Apocalypse, as the Mutant refused to go down, rather matching Nate each step of the way. The fierce battle seemed to climax as Apocalypse activated a device which was intended to be an final means to escape should he be defeated, and instead threw Nate in. The device reacted with the furious telepath's powers and in that instant, sent the young Nate not across the planet, but across dimensions, into our world.
Nate awoke in New York City in the gutter of some nameless street. Lost and confused, Nate was desperate for answers, searching the minds of any he met for some sort of truth as to just where he had ended up. He was surprised to learn his powers had deteriorated substantially after his battle with Apocalypse, though still powerful he was only a fraction of what he had once been. It wasn't until he came to cross paths with the X-Men that the truth finally came apparent to the young Mutant Messiah. While in a session with their founder, Charles Xavier, the two of them together pieced together just what had happened. While neither of them had any idea how to return him to his home, Charles suggested that Nate stay with the X-men and lend his talents to helping Mutant-kind. However Nate was not so keen on the idea. He had been created to be a tool used by a mad man, recruited by an X-men to be used as a soldier in a war he had no business in. He was not exactly willing to go joining any stranger's Mutant army any-time soon.
And so Nate left Xavier's school and the X-men's company to wander this new strange world alone. Confident in his own skills, Nate knew that he could handle anything this world threw at him and made a vow to himself never to allow himself to be used by anyone else ever again.
Likes:
• Flying solo.
• Impressing others.
• Helping those who truly need it.
• Sushi
Dislikes:
• Being used.
• Testing his limits.
• Feeling weak
• People he doesn't know/trust.
Friends:
• feel free to add a short description of each
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Foes:
• here
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Lovers:
• here
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Rivals:
• here
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• Flying solo.
• Impressing others.
• Helping those who truly need it.
• Sushi
Dislikes:
• Being used.
• Testing his limits.
• Feeling weak
• People he doesn't know/trust.
Friends:
• feel free to add a short description of each
• here
Foes:
• here
• here
Lovers:
• here
• here
Rivals:
• here
• here
Played By: LegitimateRisk
LegitimateRisk
Dangerous Sex Symbol
✖▐KRYSTOF RYKOVxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ B i o g r a p h y ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
xxxxxxxxxxxxN a m e → Krystofer James Rykov
xxxxxxxxxxxxC o d e n a m e → Khaos
xxxxxxxxxxxxA l i a s e s → Krys, Krystof, Ryke
xxxxxxxxxxxxB i r t h d a y → Aug 2nd
xxxxxxxxxxxxP l a c e o f B i r t h → Los Angeles CA
xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ A p p e a r a n c e ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
xxxxxxxxxxxxG e n d e r → Male
xxxxxxxxxxxxA g e → 21
xxxxxxxxxxxxH e i g h t → Six feet and one inch to spare.
xxxxxxxxxxxxW e i g h t → 219 lbs.
xxxxxxxxxxxxH a i r → Brown
xxxxxxxxxxxxE y e s → Brown
xxxxxxxxxxxxC o m p l e x i o n → Moderately tan.
xxxxxxxxxxxxB u i l d → Carved out of stone!
xxxxxxxxxxxxN a t i o n a l i t y → Americanized Russian.
xxxxxxxxxxxxN o t a b l e F e a t u r e s → As his powers are used, or if his emotions flare, Red markings ink his skin all over his body. One might mistake them for tattoos.
xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ R e l a t i o n s h i p s ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
xxxxxxxxxxxxT e a m → New Apps leave this blank.
xxxxxxxxxxxxR e l a t i v e s → Alyxanader and Ophelia Rykov hail from Russia.
xxxxxxxxxxxxF r i e n d s → None yet.
xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e m i e s → I'm sure there will be plenty!
xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ H i s t o r y ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
xxxxxxxxxxxxKrystofer Rykov grew up in Los Angeles, California. From a very young age he showed promise in sports, however took a strong liking to wrestling and later youth boxing eventually reaching into Mixed Martial Arts. Keeping to his training at all times, but making space for whatever sporting event was in season, Krystof seemed to have the physiology of a professional as he excelled at whatever activity he attempted, inflating his ego. All of this culminated to a very arrogant, self-serving, disrespectful teenager that was Krystof. By his senior year, he was captain of the football team, aND Baseball MVP while still a leading competitor in his weight class for the regional MMA league he competed in since his early teens.
However, one early Friday evening, upon the green football field at an out of town game, the Linebacker, Krystof had noticed something different in himself, like something had come unhinged. He felt angry, extremely angry and for no real reason at all. It was only the first quarter and he'd received no insults from the other team. His competitive spirit seemed to light a flame in the teenager that he could not control. At the hike of the ball, the frenzied athlete blew through the offensive line with unnatural strength and plowed violently into the quarterback like a freight train, sending the player limply to the ground as he towered over him, flailing about and screaming in rage at the unconscious player. It took four of his own teammates to drag him off the field where he was sedated and ejected from the game. The opposing player lived, though suffered a mild concussion and four broken ribs.
When Krystof had finally awoken from his sedated state, he found himself strapped down to a Hospital gurney. Krys began to panic, however his father rushed to his side and calmed the confused teenager. Once the doctors had been alerted that Krys had woken up, the made it a point to explain the situation early on. They told Krys and his family that he had been suspected of using performance enhancing drugs and that his episode had been a form of "Roid-Rage" as most called it, an emotional episode brought on by high testosterone levels. However, all blood tests came back clean, in fact. Krystof's father drilled the doctor for an explination, for answers. It wasn't until Krystof joined in with his father's pleas for the truth that the doctor finally spoke again, wagering that what had happened was likely a form of emergence of a Mutation, something that had become increasingly common in recent years among adolescents.
Krys was blown away by the news he'd received. How could this have happened to him? How could he become a freak, like all those he'd ridiculed for so many years, like all those he'd hurled insults at? How in the world could he become one of THEM?! It took several months for the teenager to come to terms with his fate. For the longest time he denied everything, leading the school to eventually suspend his activity in all extracurricular sports until a formal investigation into just what had caused Krystof's outrage could be done. When quizzed by his peers, Krys claimed that everything was fine, that he couldn't play anymore because of of some sort of stipulation in the rules, but he couldn't explain away what he had done, what he had become. Before long, rumors spread around town, of the most well known high-school athelete in the county crediting his talent towards steroids or some sort of illegal methods. He was quickly known as a cheat. His peers rejected him, condoning him for the unfair practices. It wasn't until word got out that he was a Mutant that the tables truly turned on Krystof, as his own friends turned on him, and began hurling insults at him, casing him in with all the other freaks. He had truly fallen from his high place to reach a new low. Krystof finally came to consider if this was his fate, if some cosmic justice had been rendered upon him for all the wrong he had done in his life.
Krystof came to resent not only his peers, but the other non-mutants who had made it their personal mission to make life hell for he and his family. Vandalism came to be a daily annoyance at their home, broken windows and hate signs in the lawn drove Krystof to despise the people around him. It wasn't long before he came to the conclusion that he was better off on his own, away from home. Only two weeks shy of graduation, Krystof left home and dropped out of school, collecting what prize money he'd saved for past fights and the small collection of college funds his parents had saved for him and took to the highway.
From the radio in the dash of his truck, Krys heard story after story about the rising tensions between humans and mutants. About the actions taken by the various groups who dared to call Mutants the enemy. With a newfound sympathy with those genetically similar to himsef, Krystof's spite with humanity grew stronger, until finally news of Genosha and the millions dead rocked his world. He'd never seen the Mutant city, he'd never met Magneto or the brotherhood, but the number of losses was so substantial he couldn't ignore the fire burning inside him. He knew he couldn't ignore the atrocities against mutants anymore, he couldn't just stand on the outside as if the fight wasn't his. He knew somehow, he would have to tap in and deal some damage himself. He'd stopped through various places along the road in the years that followed, seeking out any other mutants who seemed organized. Asking questions, and even getting a bit too flashy in the occasional fight, he desperately sought out contact with someone who could put him in the fight, but what he got was something altogether different. It seemed that MRD operatives had been hot on his tail for several miles, waiting for the right moment to snuff out the mutant. After a very short fight, Krystof found himself in their custody. Only one short day later, he found himself in his current residence, an eight by eight cell sealed by electrically charged bars and concrete walls. Like a caged tiger, Krystof waits for the day he is set free, all for the sake of lashing out against his captors.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s p o s i t i o n → Mouthy and confrontational, Bold and confident, Sharp and cocky. Krystof lives for the sake of proving hismelf to others. He feeds on the approval and respect of his peers, however does not depend on it entirely. Extremely driven and disciplined, he takes as much time as he needs for himself, though he's not above using others for his own interests.
xxxxxxxxxxxxL i k e s → • Adrenaline • Competition • "Groupies" • Victory
xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s l i k e s → • Loosing Control • Rejetion • Being insulted • Being overlooked or ignored.
xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r →
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xxxxxxxxxxxxD e f i n i t i o n → Hyper-kinetic Exertion - Krystof has the ability to exert high amounts of kinetic energy or force through physical contact, no matter how light. The result is often mistaken for Superhuman strength as it give Krystof the ability to pound boulders into dust or launch a truck through the air with little effort. This power can also be applied to solid objects and send shock-waves of kinetic force towards a target. The range is limited to the amount of energy behind the attack.
xxxxxxxxxxxxS t r e n g t h s → Krystof is an extremely skilled fighter, and has developed an extremely effective technique which implements his powers into his attacks, making him extremely dangerous in close range.
xxxxxxxxxxxxW e a k n e s s e s → Krystof's power can only reach so far, so from a distance he is fairly ineffective. Likewise, Krystof is quite susceptible to mental attacks despite his high physical endurance.
xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → Krystof's emotional state has a direct influence on the performance of his abilities. While in a heightened emotional state such as extreme focus or rage, his powers are slightly stronger. However emotions such as pain or guilt can hinder his powers and dampen them slightly.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxI n t e l l i g e n c e → 4
xxxxxxxxxxxxP h y s i c a l S t r e n g t h → 5
xxxxxxxxxxxxS p e e d → 4
xxxxxxxxxxxxA g i l i t y → 4
xxxxxxxxxxxxD u r a b i l i t y → 5
xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e r g y → 4
xxxxxxxxxxxxP o w e r M a s t e r y → 9
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xxxxxxxxxxxxU n i f o r m → Krystof wears the traditional uniform with Red Accents, save for two small alterations. His top is sleeveless and extremely form fitting while the legs of his bottoms are loose without hindering motion. Krystof wears a pair of finger-less gloves and his boots are moderately thinner to accommodate better transference of his powers through his feet. However it is not uncommon for him to remove his boots or top in a serious fight.
xxxxxxxxxxxxE q u i p m e n t → N/A
xxxxxxxxxxxxN o n - m u t a n t R e l a t ed A b i l i t i es → Expert in various MMA styles.
xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → N/A
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✖▐AXEL LOCKExxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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xxxxxxxxxxxxN a m e → Axel Locke
xxxxxxxxxxxxC o d e n a m e → Nuke
xxxxxxxxxxxxA l i a s e s → I would prefer you call me by my name, that's what its there for.
xxxxxxxxxxxxB i r t h d a y → October Twentieth
xxxxxxxxxxxxP l a c e o f B i r t h → Norfolk VA
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xxxxxxxxxxxxG e n d e r → Male
xxxxxxxxxxxxA g e → 21
xxxxxxxxxxxxH e i g h t → Six feet, two inches.
xxxxxxxxxxxxW e i g h t → 192 lbs.
xxxxxxxxxxxxH a i r → Brown
xxxxxxxxxxxxE y e s → Brown
xxxxxxxxxxxxC o m p l e x i o n → Moderately tan, though he's been known to glow from time to time.
xxxxxxxxxxxxB u i l d → Fit, but not overly built.
xxxxxxxxxxxxN a t i o n a l i t y → American.
xxxxxxxxxxxxN o t a b l e F e a t u r e s → Axel appears as though hes just another face in the crowd, however from time to time he may glow a faint red.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxT e a m → New Apps leave this blank.
xxxxxxxxxxxxR e l a t i v e s → Unknown: Axel is an orphan.
xxxxxxxxxxxxF r i e n d s → None yet.
xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e m i e s → Let's not jump to conclusions just yet, everyone has their purpose.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxAxel Locke's earliest memories begin within the walls of St Margret's Orphanage in a small community lying outside of Norfolk Virginia. The smallest of the children, he was always first to be picked on or bullied. Many of the kids who had been there longer would make it a point to rough Axel around every chance they got. As a result, Axel quickly became much of a recluse, keeping to his books, spending his time reading anything from the Encyclopedia to children's books. By the time he was twelve, he had finished the entire orphanage's tiny library twice. Though his constructive habits never truly helped his bully problem, especially once his identity as a Mutant began to surface. Axel was sleeping and eating less and seemingly becoming more and more restless with his time. Some dark nights, when his seeming anxiety was a its worst, some of the children could almost swear that he would glow an eerie red.
During an instance when one of his bullies took to physically abusing Axel with a wooden bat, Axel caught it in the palm of his hand just as his powers spiked, causing the wood to spontaneously burst into flames and his body shifting into an almost translucent red figure, though he only held the form for a few seconds. Unfortunately, this display only made matters worse, drawing attention to himself. The other orphans began abusing him further, calling him a monster, a mutant, a freak. The pressure and constant feeling of oppression in this hellish childhood finally came to a head in Axel's first Meltdown. A spontaneous outburst of his powers caused his young body to overload, unleashing unbridled radioactive energy and constant waves of destruction which effectively reduced not only the orphanage, but the entire community to rubble and ashes. Fortunately, the fear and surprise within Axel brought just enough calm and reason to his mind to regain control of his powers before they could escalate any further. Alone, finally, Axel enjoyed the peace of the wasteland he had created for no longer than an hour before a group arrived on the scene, leading this group was a caped man wearing a strange helmet, an old man. He called himself Magneto, or Erik, he promised the boy he was not alone and vowed that he could help Axel not only gain control of his gifts, but see to it no human could ever oppress he or any other Mutant ever again.
The years that followed passed very quickly. Whisked off to Genosha, Axel's control over his powers came naturally as he trained with magneto's direct supervision, a privilege few brotherhood members enjoyed. He had no need to sleep, and spent his countless hours reading and teaching himself new things about the world, the only thing he could do to keep from loosing his mind. Though as he learned about society, about mutant's progress and about the history of the brotherhood, one simple thought remained in the back of Axel's mind. The thought that perhaps he was special, more special than any other mutant, but perhaps a born messiah for the Mutant race. It wasn't long before the idea that Axel was meant to lead Mutants everywhere developed into a silent obsession. He knew he would have to earn his place upon the Mutant throne, and so he calculated silently just how he could go about such a task. He longed for the day he would even assume command of the brotherhood despite Magneto's flawless leadership.
Axel became comfortable working by Magneto's side, and eagerly anticipated his mentor approving of all the Mutant's efforts to better himself, to better Homeo-superior's place in the world, and would be named his successor. However that day would never come. As Axel aged, he watched as the so called fearless leader of the Brotherhood slowly became unhinged. He was unsure if it were an act of manipulation or pure madness that prompted the sudden, reckless attack on humanity by the metal-bending mutant, but the aftermath was easily predicted. You see Axel calculated and predicted the outcome of such an assault, and was mournfully correct as he watched the massacre of Genosha from afar, having separated himself from the brotherhood only two days before the Sentinel attack.
Now, the once promising future leader of the Brotherhood of Mutants, found himself unsure of just what path to take. No matter how he longed to see Mutant-kind rise above the humans by his own actions and leadership, without a following of sheep he had no hopes of rising. That is until he recalled Xavier's establishment and their recent activities. Seeing the X-men and their academy as the only truly stable Mutant organization, Axel sought out admission to their numbers, offering his own skills and experience to the X-Men team, if they would have him.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s p o s i t i o n → Often silent and calculating, Axel is the intellgent type who would rather let someone make a fool out of them self for speaking rashly than actually bicker and argue his way into dominance. He always uses his mind first to solve problems, and his powers second. However he is extremely confident in his capabilities and knows himself to be a threat and expects to be taken as such.
xxxxxxxxxxxxL i k e s → • A witty exchange of insults and remarks. • Stimulation, Mental and Physical. • A plan coming together. • Getting the best of someone.
xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s l i k e s → • Spoiled plots. • Lack of stimulation. • Stupid people. • Oranges.
xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r →
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xxxxxxxxxxxxD e f i n i t i o n → Axel's body has the ability to manipulate radiative energy produced by his body. While in a resting, passive state his body sustains itself with the energy it produces, meaning he has no need to sleep or eat except to gain important nutrients. However when he actively applies his powers, his body shifts into a translucent red form which actively gains control over the radioactive forces his body produces in addition to flight by using this energy to propel him through the air. This radiation can be manipulated and nullified by his Axel to reduce the devastating effect of such energy. However this form allows him to use waves of this radiation offensively in the form of devastating blasts from his hands and emit various wavelengths of thermal radiation from is body which causes a burning effect without the typical effects associated with radiation. Put simply, The radiation produced by his body is not deadly to humans or other mutants so long as Axel is in active control over his own powers.
xxxxxxxxxxxxS t r e n g t h s → Axel is incredibly intelligent, having spent the majority of his time awake during the late hours of the night when others are typically asleep educating himself or otherwise meditating on his thoughts. His powers also make him a considerable threat due to his versatility and radioactive arsenal at his disposal.
xxxxxxxxxxxxW e a k n e s s e s → Axel, despite the great amount of energy at his disposal, does tire rather quickly when in his Radiated form. Also, cooler temperatures make it difficult for him to maintain this form for very long as the slowing down of his molecules hinders his offensive. Also, when not in his radiated form, Axel has no access to his powers.
xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → N/A
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xxxxxxxxxxxxI n t e l l i g e n c e → 5
xxxxxxxxxxxxP h y s i c a l S t r e n g t h → 3
xxxxxxxxxxxxS p e e d → 4
xxxxxxxxxxxxA g i l i t y → 3
xxxxxxxxxxxxD u r a b i l i t y → 4
xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e r g y → 5
xxxxxxxxxxxxP o w e r M a s t e r y → 10
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xxxxxxxxxxxxU n i f o r m → Given the choice, Axel will always choose his own wardrobe over the field uniform provided to him. Regardless, his uniform is rather plain and very much the typical uniform with red accents.
xxxxxxxxxxxxE q u i p m e n t → N/A
xxxxxxxxxxxxN o n - m u t a n t R e l a t ed A b i l i t i es → Computer: Master. Chess: Intermediate. Surveillance: Master. Explosives: Intermediate. Auto Mechanics: Intermediate. Music (Guitar/Piano): Master. Negotiations: Master.
xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → N/A
LegitimateRisk
Dangerous Sex Symbol
Soot
xxxxxxBasic Information and Appearancexxxxxx
««Name: Maximillion "Max" James Moore Jr.
««Aliases: Soot.
««Gender: Male.
««Age: Nineteen.
««Height: Six feet and two inches.
««Weight: One hundred Eighty-Nine
««Build: Athletic.
««Skintone: Ebony.
««Hair Color: Black.
««Eye Color: Light Brown.
««Citizenship: American
««Ethnicity: African American
xxxxxxAffiliationsxxxxxx
««Mutancy Views: He's obviously pro Mutant, however his hopes are for a level playing field for everyone without oppression or retaliation.
««Registered: Yes.
««Past Team(s): None.
««Current Team: New Mutants.
xxxxxxMutation: Carbon Manipulation.xxxxxx
««Definition of Ability: Carbon exists in all organic life and is the sixth most abundant element on Earth. While it exists in a plethora of forms, Max has the ability to pull carbon from its natural states and manipulate it to his will for almost any purpose. When pulled from the air it forms a fine black mist. When pulled from the earth or other solid objects it is a swirling mass of black powder which can be compacted and shaped into weapons, shields, or simple blunt objects.
««Strengths: Due to the variety of forms Carbon is found in, the ways in which Max can use the element is limited only by the amount he has available.
««Weaknesses: Max's powers can easily be countered with Fire, it will cause the carbon to become unstable as the molecules heat up, thus refining the carbon to a purer, (and less dense) state. Also, the extra time needed to compact carbon into more durable states often leaves Max exposed. A much stonger mastery of his powers will be needed to form Diamond from compressed carbon.
««Other Details: Moderate concentration is needed to pull Carbon from surrounding sources, however only a level of awareness is required to maintain control of the matter. He does keep a small metal tube on his person of Pure Carbon powder in case he is in an environment devoid of carbon.
««Mutation Level Scale: Alpha
««On-Hand Weapons and Fighting Style: Proficient in Hand-to-hand combat and some training in swordsmanship.
xxxxxxPersonality and Biographyxxxxxx
««Relatives: Maximillion Moore Sr - Father - Deceased.
Theresa Beth Moore - Mother - deceased
Tabitha Jane Moore - Sister - 15
Gregory Thomas Moore - Brother - 29 - Incarcerated.
««Biography: Maximillion Moore Junior would likely scowl at you if you ever called him by his full name. Even as a young boy, the golden hearted young man would insist you call him Max, and never Junior. You see Max's father was a strong working man, but like every strong man, he had his weaknesses. Alcohol and Gambling left his pockets empty and the family had to make do in one of the rougher neighborhoods of Chicago Illinois. It was a dangerous place to raise a family, but lucky for Max and his older brother, their mother was a strong woman too. Kind hearted and moral to the bone, Theresa Moore was a beaming example for any African American in today's society. She was calm and forgiving, yet stern and firm with her boys. She rarely voiced any negativity or ill thought towards any other person, but always found a way to strike fear in the hearts of her children should they disobey her. For that reason, Max came to become a fine young man. However at eighteen years old, Something happened to his older brother Greg. He started sneaking out at night, coming home from school late. He seemed to carry a firm scowl on his face most of the time and often huffed at the sight of authority. An eight-year-old Max couldn't possibly understand the change his his big, brave brother's attitude, and often blamed himself. He would ask his mother if he'd done something wrong to Greg to make him so mad, to which she would reply, "He's just got so much of your daddy in him."
A few months after Max noticed the change in his brother, He had come home to a horrible sight, something right out of the Nine-o'clock News. Flashing red and blue lights in the driveway, a few officers standing in the doorway speaking to his Mother, but Greg was nowhere in sight. Max sprinted across the yard and pushed passed the Police officer's legs and clung to his mother's side, seeing her tear-stained face as she struggled to keep a strong expression as she nodded at the report. It would be some time before Max would fully understand what happened, but his older brother Greg had evidently been a Mutant, and had been using his powers to commit crimes over the past few weeks. He'd killed innocent people, assaulted several officers and even caused significant damage to at least two buildings, one of them being a bank. However he had finally been taken into custody and was likely to face serious jail time.
In the weeks that followed, much of the neighborhood had turned upon the Moore household. Max's father had lost his job, Vandalism to the house was a daily occurance, and with a newborn girl in the home, Max's youngest sister, Theresa urged her husband to move them somewhere safer. However his drinking habits got worse after loosing his job, and her requests were met with agitated shouts and denials. A week after Greg's arrest, Max's father slipped off in the night to replenish his supply of liquor, and was shot on his way home. His killer was never found as no witnesses came forward. It was at that point in time that Max's father took matters into her own hands, using the last of her savings to uproot the family to a slightly better neighborhood across town the day after Greg's court date when he was sentenced to Life in a Max security Prison designed for Mutants.
Max started Junior high the next year, and with his mother's guidance decided to make this a fresh new start to his life. Things were going to get better, he would make sure to that. Much of the student population in his new school was not the same color he was, in fact he was one of only a handful of Black students, but Max had never let his color define him before. If ever there was a situation he found himself mistreated or otherwise called into question because of his color, Max would simply smile and shrug his shoulders. There was a spark in Max's eyes that seemed to always diffuse a situation before it could escalate, and for that reason Max quickly became one of the most liked kids in his class. He'd even taken a liking to sports, specifically football. Learning a game in which he could channel aggression to a constructive medium was something he enjoyed and he put his heart and soul into the game. Max made it a point to be a much better brother to his sister than Greg had been. It would take time before Max would fully understand what happened to his strong older brother to lead him down such a dark path, but as a young teenage boy, his perspective was limited. But once again, Max's whole world was about to turn upside down, but this time it would be him who found himself the focus.
Max would always stop at his sister's school to walk her home when he got out of classes. Their mother worked long hard hours and over the years it was beginning to take its tole on them. Max could still recall that day, the way sirens cried in the distance, the way the fire engine roared right past them as they turned the corner onto their street, the flames that engulfed their home. Max's sister Tabitha froze on the spot, but the youth dropped his backpack to the floor and sprinted at full speed towards the house. His eyes welling up, his heart pounding, his vision going red as he screamed out his mother's name. He surged forward through the crowd of onlookers and almost broke his way all the way through to the house until a single officer snagged him and wrestled him to the ground. The hard thud of his body hitting the soft sod of the front lawn knocked the wind out of his lungs, his vision blurred, the heat of the flames blasting him in the face as his welling eyes stared up at the inferno. Desperation surged forth as his hand reached out, as if to take hold of his life as he knew it, and as the officer carried him out of harm's way, there was a visible shift in the entire house as it seemed to be pulled by some invisible force. Sensing the sudden shift, expecting a collapse, the last two firefighters who had only just entered the house quickly rushed out just as a second shift brought the house to the ground, their mother, Theresa, still inside.
In the aftermath of the accident the children were given an explanation of what had claimed their mother's life. Evidently Theresa Moore had been home between shifts and was cooking herself something when she fell asleep on the couch after leaving the stove on too high. The Smoke had incapacitated her shortly after she called 911, and sadly she never made it out of the house. It was also determined that something had caused the house to collapse prematurely, some outside force had actually brought it down before the flames had weakened it to the point of structural compromise. It was at that point that the family received a close examination. The family records were pulled and it came to light that Greg had been a mutant. It was at that point in time that Max was informed that he too had some sort of mutation. With the mounting questions, there was one thing that the two were told firmly, that they could not stay together. Tabitha was to be put into the system as an orphan and hopefully adopted by a good family while Max was to be sent to a special school for other children like himself. A representative from said school had taken specal interest in Max the day his Mutation was diagnosed and had actually negotiated that he be sent to the school instead of detained like some sort of prisoner.
The separation was heartbreaking, and extremely painful for the two siblings. But Max made his sister a promise, he would get control of his powers and come back for his sister, soon. He would keep in constant contact with Tabitha and check up on her daily, no matter what. And so Max was taken off to New York and to the Xavier Academy for Gifted Youngsters. The place was like a Utopia. Everything was far nicer than he'd ever been used to, and he found the people to be even nicer, however he never could completely relax and feel at home there with his sister so far from home. For weeks he found himself withdrawn, resistant to his instructors, almost rebellious. After one particular outburst against another student for asking too many questions, one of the instructors pulled him aside. They must have had some kind of gift to read minds, because without a single word, they instructed the teen to pull out his phone and call his sister and tell her what had happened, to see what she would think of this. It pained Max deeply to make the call, but as the words left his lips, he found himself terrifyingly similar to his older brother. The guilt that suddenly struck the teen brought him to tears, though as his sister spoke her response, it was his mother's voice he heard. She spoke firmly, telling Max to whip himself back into shape, that he was better than that. She insisted that she was fine, that she was a strong girl and she could take care of herself, and that she needed her big brother to get himself right. Max nodded as he ended the call, wiped away his tears, and promised that he would no longer be a problem.
««Likes: Sports, Working out, Making friends, Good music.
««Dislikes: Animosity, Drunks, Senseless violence, Fire, Mexican Food
««Hobbies: Football, Working out, Meeting new faces, Watching Movies.
««Other: None
««Personality: Max is a very complex individual. He has a lot of pain and inner turmoil, after having lost his Brother, Father and Mother as well as being separated from his younger sister all at very young ages, However he is never one to make things about himself. He would much rather silence his pain and struggle than to bring others down by burdening them with his battles. In fact, he very often reaches out to others in hopes of building them up. He his a firm shoulder to cry on and a warm friend when you need one.
Max see's combat much like he sees sports, He recognizes the value of teamwork and tries to include every peice on the board when it comes to winning. He values each of his teammates equally and places great trust in their abilities. As such he has a strong talent for knowing what must be done at any given time, another strength he gained from sports. These characteristics make him an exceptionally ideal candidate to lead a team, however it is Max's internal views that hold him back from rising to his potential. Max does not see himself as a leader, rather a supporting player. He feels that he is imperfect and flawed, too flawed for leadership. He also fears the responsibility, as any injury or loss to his team would be reflected upon himself.
xxxxxxOwned and Written by LegitimateRiskxxxxxx
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- Alias : Reverb.
Name : Charles Constance Taylor.
Nickname(s) :Chuck.
Age : 31.
Birth Date: June 22nd.
Sexuality : Heterosexual.
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- Gender : Male
Ethnicity : Hawaiian
Height : 6'2
Weight : 235
Markings : Geometric triangles wrapped around his left forearm. Scar on left eyebrow.
Eye Color : Brown.
Hair Color : Brown.
Powers :
Vibration Manipulation/Generation: Chuck is able to vibrate the molecules in the air, ground, or water as well as his own body.
When applied to the air, this allows him to cause shockwaves of force by rapidly exciting those molecules immensely. This shockwave can be enough to stop a bullet (depending on the timing of course), or concussively forcing a target away.
If applied to a solid structure it can have varying effects from liquifying solid rock or simulating a miniature earthquake within up to a 50-meter radius.
When applied to a large body of water, it can cause the surface to become rough and waves to develop. Smaller volumes of water will likely heat up. Ice will shatter rather quickly.
Auditory manipulation: Having control over vibrations in the air means he can manipulate sounds as well, whether it be amplifying said sound or adjusting its frequency and pitch. This includes sounds he generates as well as externally generated, however, he cannot mimic voices or manipulate the voices of others aside from making them louder.
Weaknesses : Vibration requires kinetic energy if he generates this Vibration it can be quite taxing. Over the years he has managed to improve upon this weakness, so small-scale use of his power is easy but more aggressive use can only be maintained for a short period of time before he exhausts himself.
Physical Disabilities : Deuteranomaly, a type of Red-Green colorblindness.
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Personality : In short, Chuck lives a "Rock-n-roll" lifestyle. To go into more detail, he's a very laid back, easy going, fun loving, booze drinking, love-making, a free-living individual who tends to resent authority. Fiercely loyal and somewhat territorial, he is not afraid to stand his ground for something or someone important to him. While he isn't afraid of a fight, he would much rather everyone get along and "have a good ol' time." Clearly a Gemini.
Biography : Charles was born on the Island of Oahu in the Hawaiian Islands in the town of Miliani near Wheeler Army Airfield. His mother, Leilani was a local woman who worked as a waitress at one of the newest resorts on the island. His father, Captain James Taylor was an Army pilot stationed on base. The two met in a resort bar and sparks flew instantly, they fell deeply in love and before long, little Charles entered the world.
A wild and energetic child from the day he could walk, Chuck (as he preferred to be called) always seemed to be getting into trouble or hurting himself on some adventure. He grew up on the island learning the traditions and taking a particular interest in surfing and less in school work. Loud music and rebellion came to be his newer obsessions as he grew older but when he turned 13, his father was restationed in California, and so he was taken away from his home and transplanted to the mainland.
In his teenage years, you could cut the tension between Chuck and his father with a knife. The stern, military man tried to instill discipline in his rebellious son only to have chuck lash out in defiance. When it came to school, the metal-head islander hardly fit in but paid no mind to the opinions of his peers and simply adapted to his surroundings. He took an interest in playing the drums and even joined a garage band with some of his friends. Late nights out, stealing their parents' alcohol, sneaking into concerts and shows across town, vandalizing teachers' houses. It was safe to say Chuck was enjoying his youth. That is until his mutation surfaced.
At 17 years old, Chuck and his teenage band were playing at his high school's Battle of the Bands competition and were halfway through the set when his powers surfaced for the first time. The screaming amplifiers blasted their music louder and louder, the walls shook and cracked, the stage collapsed and his drumsticks splintered in his hands all at once, and there he stood in the middle of the chaos. Three student's were seriously injured in the accident and the show was halted immediately but Chuck wasn't the least bit afraid of his gift to literally bring the house down. The accident had been blamed on faulty construction but Chuck knew he was responsible. Chuck struggled to process the meaning behind his gift until he was approached by a man in a wheelchair who educated him on his gifts and offered for the teen to come away to some Academy where he could learn to control his powers. As Stubborn as he was, Chuck declined the offer, insisting that he could figure it out on his own. Three days later he ran away from home for bigger and better things.
Chuck blazed a trail across the West Coast for the next four years, hitchiking and jumping trains from city to city. He lived the life of a vagabond, drinking and partying, drugs and sex. It was all good and fun until he wound up in Seatle. That was when he wandered into the bar that would change his entire outlook on life. He was several beers in and settling well among the locals when he met a sweet little mess with purple hair, big brown eyes and a wild streak a mile wide. She was clearly seven shades of wasted by the way she moved around the room, stealing glances from men and kisses from other women, the life of the party. Chuck made his approach when some frat boy tried to get a little too friendly, yanking the kid by his pink collar shirt and tossing him on his a**. Chuck offered only a smirk and a wink to the girl before offering to buy her a shot, but by the end of the night, the girl had one foot in the grave.
He'd stayed by her side, he was a rebel but he'd be damned if he let anything happen to her in that state. He snagged her ID from the bartender and carried her home, some suave subburban "Full House," Disney sitcom looking neighborhood. He'd considered ditching her on the porch and ringing the doorbell but as his foot hit the front lawn, the front door swung open and a concerned but grateful and understanding father thanked him. After telling the man he was just passing through, Chuck was floored when the man offered for him to crash there for the night. Having no other place to go, Chuck accepted the offer.
He got to know the family over the next couple of days and even befriended the girl. He took up a job tending at the same bar and continued to crash in the family's garage on a cot. There was something about this family that resonated with Chuck, their accepting and open-minded approach to life. They were happy, truly happy, not pretending like everyone else, like his father. After about a year, the twenty-two-year-old Chuck, for the first time in his life, decided to plant his roots in Seatle. He worked hard at his job but still managed to have fun, maintaining close ties with the family and the girl. Eventually, the owner of the establishment got too old to run the joint and signed the place over to Chuck. He's been there ever since.
Other : Chuck can play Guitar and Drums.
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LegitimateRisk
LegitimateRisk
Dangerous Sex Symbol
Know your body's made to move,
Feel it in your guts.
Rock 'n' roll ain't worth the name,
If it don't make you strut.
- XXXXWhere: LOCATION
XXXXXXWhat: ACTION
XXXXXXXXWho: COMPANY
XXXXXXXXXXTheme Song: Overkill - Motörhead
Diligent, purposeful steps led the Remnant back to the opening of the cave, he hadn't ventured too far before removing the head of that vile beast who was so generous as to allow the three of them to commandeer it's home for the night. Kadaj had slept in more comfortable arrangements but a cave was familiar, it was in a cave that he and his brothers had come to be, after all. Kadaj smirked to himself, happy with the memory of attacking the Turks as they invaded their first home.
Emerging from the shadows, Kadaj swung his blade low, flinging the monster's blood across the dirt and sheathing it responsibly before taking note of his brothers, had they completed their chores? A single gunshot informed him otherwise as he watched Yazoo return a human to the lifestream. Kadaj rolled his eyes, chuckling lightly, casting a knowing glance towards Yazoo's blank expression. Note to self, Have Yazoo just start a fire or something simple next time.
"Ah... well done Loz." Kadaj praised, half sarcastically. Clearly, Loz was at a loss for just what sort of creatures made up the thing called "dinner," but mother bless him, he tried. Then again, for all Kadaj knew, he just killed the first creature he saw that seemed edible. Not that he could complain really, at least it wasn't some sort of insect or slime creature. He stifled a shudder at the thought. Finally, he turned to Yazoo.
"Let's hope he was alone... I would hate for our Brother's surprise to be ruined before we reached him." Kadaj mused, moving towards a sprig of dead brush that loomed over the opening of the cave, the dried wood would make for an easy enough fire.
"It should be fine as long as we keep it just inside the opening. So long as no other poor souls happen to discover us we should be able to manage." Kadaj gripped the base of the dead bush and gripped it tightly, snapping it off at the base and flinging it just inside the mouth of the cave.
Then it dawned on him... how would he light the fire? Kadaj's face contorted in self-disapproval. How could he have forgotten something so crucial? Quickly... he had to think of something.
"Yazoo... could you search our new fried for some matches or a lighter?" Ah yes... that would do for now. Hopefully his brothers hadn't caught on to his negligence.
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On your feet you feel the beat
It goes straight to your spine
Shake your head
You must be dead
If it don't make you fly.
It goes straight to your spine
Shake your head
You must be dead
If it don't make you fly.
LegitimateRisk
Dangerous Sex Symbol
I want you to notice
When I'm not around.
You're so ********' special.
I wish I was special.
- XXXXWhere: LOCATION
XXXXXXWhat: ACTION
XXXXXXXXWho: COMPANY
XXXXXXXXXXTheme Song: Creep - Radiohead
Diligent, purposeful steps led the Remnant back to the opening of the cave, he hadn't ventured too far before removing the head of that vile beast who was so generous as to allow the three of them to commandeer it's home for the night. Kadaj had slept in more comfortable arrangements but a cave was familiar, it was in a cave that he and his brothers had come to be, after all. Kadaj smirked to himself, happy with the memory of attacking the Turks as they invaded their first home.
Emerging from the shadows, Kadaj swung his blade low, flinging the monster's blood across the dirt and sheathing it responsibly before taking note of his brothers, had they completed their chores? A single gunshot informed him otherwise as he watched Yazoo return a human to the lifestream. Kadaj rolled his eyes, chuckling lightly, casting a knowing glance towards Yazoo's blank expression. Note to self, Have Yazoo just start a fire or something simple next time.
"Ah... well done Loz." Kadaj praised, half sarcastically. Clearly, Loz was at a loss for just what sort of creatures made up the thing called "dinner," but mother bless him, he tried. Then again, for all Kadaj knew, he just killed the first creature he saw that seemed edible. Not that he could complain really, at least it wasn't some sort of insect or slime creature. He stifled a shudder at the thought. Finally, he turned to Yazoo.
"Let's hope he was alone... I would hate for our Brother's surprise to be ruined before we reached him." Kadaj mused, moving towards a sprig of dead brush that loomed over the opening of the cave, the dried wood would make for an easy enough fire.
"It should be fine as long as we keep it just inside the opening. So long as no other poor souls happen to discover us we should be able to manage." Kadaj gripped the base of the dead bush and gripped it tightly, snapping it off at the base and flinging it just inside the mouth of the cave.
Then it dawned on him... how would he light the fire? Kadaj's face contorted in self-disapproval. How could he have forgotten something so crucial? Quickly... he had to think of something.
"Yazoo... could you search our new fried for some matches or a lighter?" Ah yes... that would do for now. Hopefully his brothers hadn't caught on to his negligence.
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But I'm a creep,
I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.
I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.