Post by Luke on Mar 10, 2009 1:59:15 GMT -5
Name: Luke Walker
Human or Mutant? Mutant
Birthdate: February 14
Age: 18
Year at School/Year Graduated (if attended)3rd
Powers: Manipulation of elements. Fire, Water, and Stone. Obtains more control over other elements later, i.e., electric, metal, and air. Additional powers, are a high tolerance for pain, ability to hold his breath underwater for impossible amounts of time, and ability to move in ways normal humans can't, i.e., climbing a tree with little or no effort, jumping or falling five hundred feet down and landing without injury, managing to force himself through spaces it would seem impossible to fit through. Though this last power is more of a skill attained through a life of being pursued.
Birthplace: Perth, Western Australia (I picked that, because my friend lives there. I didn't know Heath actually lived there until after I said that LOL.)
Allegience X-Men, later becomes rebellious.
Appearance: 6'2", lanky, blond, tan, brown eyes. He often carries himself with an air of almost haughty confidence in public, but when alone, or when he believes he's alone, appears almost depressed. He has a scar in his right hand, where he was shot once. This still pains him when he writes or types, but he passes his refusal to do homework off as rebelliousness, rather than a physical disa bility.
Picture:
Sexual Orientation Bisexual, but he leans toward women.
Background History: Luke lived an average life, aside from his mischeivous tendancies. At age nine, he began to realize if he concentrated hard enough, he could manipulate certain objects. Using this, he figured out how to manifest fire from merely the heat of the sunlight shining, by concentrating it into flame, and how to condense water molecules until they were ice, or disperse them into steam.
He began using these abilities to aid in his trouble making. Stealing was a breeze when you could melt the lock, or shoot slivers of ice through windows. This escalated until someone found out. Word spread, and soon the authorities were on him. He was forced to run with the clothes on his back and nothing else, when he returned home one night to see government vehicles outside of his home. He was eleven years old, and had nowhere to go.
Alone, scared, but above all, angry, Luke travelled north, eluding the Australian government, who were intent on destroying the threat that he was. He used his powers to stow away in the cargo hold of a plane, not caring where it was headed. He fell asleep as they were leaving the sunny, muggy airport in Sidney, and awoke the next morning to blustery, misty New York City. He snuck out of the airport with ease, and wandered the streets of New York aimlessly.
Luke spent six years living on the streets. Fighting, vandalising, and things he'd never admit to. One day, something changed. It may have been pure luck. It may have been someone reading his mind. Whatever it was, Luke was glad he caught it. He noticed a shady character on a motorcycle and watched the man leave the city. Luck followed on foot, glad that there were no turns or off-ramps on the road. A few hours later,he found a large, wrought-iron gate. There was a huge plaque beside it on the wall that read "Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters." It was here he would start his new life.
Personality Traits/Flaws: Traits: Strong, fast, handsome, suave, intelligent - almost genius, observant, able to keep calm under the worst kinds of pressure, good fighter.
Flaws: Quick-tempered, hard time controlling powers, rude, bully-like tendancies, antisocialism, acts before he thinks. Luke's flaws contradict his traits, and vice-versa. Luke will later develop an almost split-personality.
Other: Luke is rugged, but on occasion will act like a gentleman, if it will benefit him. He acts like a loud mouth intentionally, but when alone is quiet, reserved, and even sad.
Intrests/Hobbies: Reading, running, swimming, sparring, climbing, fighting, arguing, bragging, mind games, puzzles, and believe it or not, singing, but only alone.
Likes Thunderstorms, dark or semisweet chocolate, forests, fog, water, and rodents, especially ferrets, rats, and hedgehogs. He'd never admit it, but he has a fondness for small furry animals, despite his masculine personality, which is mostly only a result of his upbringing.
Dislikes: white chocolate, pink - hot pink is okay, if it's with black or some other radical color, like neon green or orange, orange juice without pulp - what's the point of the juice if there's no fruit? No vitamins there! Cats, but mostly because they don't like him, television, the sun, Tazmanian devils and wolverines (Not the guy, the animals. He met one and it wasn't pleasant.) Authority figures, guns, loud noise, unless it's good music, and white clouds. If it's gonna be cloudy, it had better rain.
Greatest Fear: Having his mind read. Because he's done things he never wants anyone to see.
Strengths: confidence, ability to win physical or verbal battles with ease.
Weaknesses: his permanently damaged right hand, and his attitude. also, he has a thick accent that tends to get him made fun of, but he's trying to phase it out. I think these fall under traits and flaws, can I just refer you to them?
Best Memory: A little bit before his powers resurfaced, his father gave him a pet mouse. He named it Timmy and took it with him everywhere. It lived longer than usual, and he still had it when he left. Before he got on the plane, Luke released TImmy in a field near the trees and watched him go. This memory is only rivalled by the one in which he discovered the Institute, and was acepted by the people inside.
Worst Memory: Having to leave without saying goodbye to his family, and being chased across the country by men who were trying to kill him. He has worse memories, but he supresses them through sheer willpower, especially if he thinks someone is trying to enter his mind.
Goals: At first, he want's to be an X-Man, after talking to Logan a lot, but later he goes crazy and rebels, and has no goal but to cause chaos indefinitely.
Writing Sample: Luke stood stock-still, ignoring the rain drenching him and the wind freezing him. He closed his eyes and sighed. A sudden click alerted him and he snapped his eyes open again. He hissed. A kid his age, seventeen, stood at the end of the alley. He'd almost gotten away. These guys were good. But they didn't know what he was. He was hoping no one would have to find out. But he realized, as he stared down the barrel of the shiny pistol the other kid was holding, that he had no choice.
He shook his head, almost sadly, and raised a hand slowly, as if in surrender. The other kid shook his own head, more in a way that said "No way am I letting you go." He didn't notice the rain drops around him stopping mid-fall and pushing together into a sheet of water.
Luke kept his stance, as the silvery wall slowly wrapped around behind the kid. Luke almost wished he'd never stolen from the poor guy.
Face impassive, Luke closed his fist in one smooth motion, his eyes locked onto his prey's. The boy stared at him quizzically and saw the sheet, like liquid glass, enveloping him. His mouth opened a little and the gun slipped from his hand. Before it hit the concrete, there was a gasp and a shill scream that was cut off as the water sheet closed on him, condensing to ice at the same time. Luke closed his eyes at the same moment, a futile attempt to spare himself. The gun hit the ground, went off. Luke cried out as the bullet tore through his right hand. He bit his lip and forced himself not to care. He'd just squished a human being with a sheet of water. What right did he have to feel pain? Luke dropped to his knees and gripped his head. A dry sob racked his body, but he had no time to stop and cry. Sirens forced him to his feet and he scaled a fire escape and was out of the alley. He watched the horrified EMTs that came a few moments after the police. One of them was sick. The rest were stunned. Luke was cold.
So cold.
Did you read the Site Rules? Yes.
Also, if you believe the RP example was too graphic, tell me. I tried to be as subtle as I could and still get the point across.
Human or Mutant? Mutant
Birthdate: February 14
Age: 18
Year at School/Year Graduated (if attended)3rd
Powers: Manipulation of elements. Fire, Water, and Stone. Obtains more control over other elements later, i.e., electric, metal, and air. Additional powers, are a high tolerance for pain, ability to hold his breath underwater for impossible amounts of time, and ability to move in ways normal humans can't, i.e., climbing a tree with little or no effort, jumping or falling five hundred feet down and landing without injury, managing to force himself through spaces it would seem impossible to fit through. Though this last power is more of a skill attained through a life of being pursued.
Birthplace: Perth, Western Australia (I picked that, because my friend lives there. I didn't know Heath actually lived there until after I said that LOL.)
Allegience X-Men, later becomes rebellious.
Appearance: 6'2", lanky, blond, tan, brown eyes. He often carries himself with an air of almost haughty confidence in public, but when alone, or when he believes he's alone, appears almost depressed. He has a scar in his right hand, where he was shot once. This still pains him when he writes or types, but he passes his refusal to do homework off as rebelliousness, rather than a physical disa bility.
Picture:
Sexual Orientation Bisexual, but he leans toward women.
Background History: Luke lived an average life, aside from his mischeivous tendancies. At age nine, he began to realize if he concentrated hard enough, he could manipulate certain objects. Using this, he figured out how to manifest fire from merely the heat of the sunlight shining, by concentrating it into flame, and how to condense water molecules until they were ice, or disperse them into steam.
He began using these abilities to aid in his trouble making. Stealing was a breeze when you could melt the lock, or shoot slivers of ice through windows. This escalated until someone found out. Word spread, and soon the authorities were on him. He was forced to run with the clothes on his back and nothing else, when he returned home one night to see government vehicles outside of his home. He was eleven years old, and had nowhere to go.
Alone, scared, but above all, angry, Luke travelled north, eluding the Australian government, who were intent on destroying the threat that he was. He used his powers to stow away in the cargo hold of a plane, not caring where it was headed. He fell asleep as they were leaving the sunny, muggy airport in Sidney, and awoke the next morning to blustery, misty New York City. He snuck out of the airport with ease, and wandered the streets of New York aimlessly.
Luke spent six years living on the streets. Fighting, vandalising, and things he'd never admit to. One day, something changed. It may have been pure luck. It may have been someone reading his mind. Whatever it was, Luke was glad he caught it. He noticed a shady character on a motorcycle and watched the man leave the city. Luck followed on foot, glad that there were no turns or off-ramps on the road. A few hours later,he found a large, wrought-iron gate. There was a huge plaque beside it on the wall that read "Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters." It was here he would start his new life.
Personality Traits/Flaws: Traits: Strong, fast, handsome, suave, intelligent - almost genius, observant, able to keep calm under the worst kinds of pressure, good fighter.
Flaws: Quick-tempered, hard time controlling powers, rude, bully-like tendancies, antisocialism, acts before he thinks. Luke's flaws contradict his traits, and vice-versa. Luke will later develop an almost split-personality.
Other: Luke is rugged, but on occasion will act like a gentleman, if it will benefit him. He acts like a loud mouth intentionally, but when alone is quiet, reserved, and even sad.
Intrests/Hobbies: Reading, running, swimming, sparring, climbing, fighting, arguing, bragging, mind games, puzzles, and believe it or not, singing, but only alone.
Likes Thunderstorms, dark or semisweet chocolate, forests, fog, water, and rodents, especially ferrets, rats, and hedgehogs. He'd never admit it, but he has a fondness for small furry animals, despite his masculine personality, which is mostly only a result of his upbringing.
Dislikes: white chocolate, pink - hot pink is okay, if it's with black or some other radical color, like neon green or orange, orange juice without pulp - what's the point of the juice if there's no fruit? No vitamins there! Cats, but mostly because they don't like him, television, the sun, Tazmanian devils and wolverines (Not the guy, the animals. He met one and it wasn't pleasant.) Authority figures, guns, loud noise, unless it's good music, and white clouds. If it's gonna be cloudy, it had better rain.
Greatest Fear: Having his mind read. Because he's done things he never wants anyone to see.
Strengths: confidence, ability to win physical or verbal battles with ease.
Weaknesses: his permanently damaged right hand, and his attitude. also, he has a thick accent that tends to get him made fun of, but he's trying to phase it out. I think these fall under traits and flaws, can I just refer you to them?
Best Memory: A little bit before his powers resurfaced, his father gave him a pet mouse. He named it Timmy and took it with him everywhere. It lived longer than usual, and he still had it when he left. Before he got on the plane, Luke released TImmy in a field near the trees and watched him go. This memory is only rivalled by the one in which he discovered the Institute, and was acepted by the people inside.
Worst Memory: Having to leave without saying goodbye to his family, and being chased across the country by men who were trying to kill him. He has worse memories, but he supresses them through sheer willpower, especially if he thinks someone is trying to enter his mind.
Goals: At first, he want's to be an X-Man, after talking to Logan a lot, but later he goes crazy and rebels, and has no goal but to cause chaos indefinitely.
Writing Sample: Luke stood stock-still, ignoring the rain drenching him and the wind freezing him. He closed his eyes and sighed. A sudden click alerted him and he snapped his eyes open again. He hissed. A kid his age, seventeen, stood at the end of the alley. He'd almost gotten away. These guys were good. But they didn't know what he was. He was hoping no one would have to find out. But he realized, as he stared down the barrel of the shiny pistol the other kid was holding, that he had no choice.
He shook his head, almost sadly, and raised a hand slowly, as if in surrender. The other kid shook his own head, more in a way that said "No way am I letting you go." He didn't notice the rain drops around him stopping mid-fall and pushing together into a sheet of water.
Luke kept his stance, as the silvery wall slowly wrapped around behind the kid. Luke almost wished he'd never stolen from the poor guy.
Face impassive, Luke closed his fist in one smooth motion, his eyes locked onto his prey's. The boy stared at him quizzically and saw the sheet, like liquid glass, enveloping him. His mouth opened a little and the gun slipped from his hand. Before it hit the concrete, there was a gasp and a shill scream that was cut off as the water sheet closed on him, condensing to ice at the same time. Luke closed his eyes at the same moment, a futile attempt to spare himself. The gun hit the ground, went off. Luke cried out as the bullet tore through his right hand. He bit his lip and forced himself not to care. He'd just squished a human being with a sheet of water. What right did he have to feel pain? Luke dropped to his knees and gripped his head. A dry sob racked his body, but he had no time to stop and cry. Sirens forced him to his feet and he scaled a fire escape and was out of the alley. He watched the horrified EMTs that came a few moments after the police. One of them was sick. The rest were stunned. Luke was cold.
So cold.
Did you read the Site Rules? Yes.
Also, if you believe the RP example was too graphic, tell me. I tried to be as subtle as I could and still get the point across.
