Individual Character's full name: Cafas Johnson
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Current: Dad, Papa. Formerly: Alchemist, Thor, CJ.
Gender: Cis Male
Age: 27
Date of Birth: 13
th of July 1990
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Sydney, Australia
Nationality: Australian citizen, American green card.
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Western European mutt
AppearanceHair color and style: Thick, mid length hair. Naturally brown, dyed pink, bordering purple. Banded with white from frequent "Ghosting". Usually brushed with an offset part. In a ponytail for training, covered for missions.
Skin Tone: Faintly tanned, pale golden complexion.
Eye Color: Steely grey due to pigment stripping from frequent "Ghosting"
Height: 6’ 4”
Build: Herculean, Cafas is broad, toned, and thickly muscled, with little fat to speak of.
Visible mutation: None
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: A patchwork of thin scars crisscross his body. Most notably a burn scar on his left calf, and
rake marks as if attacked by a large cat on his torso.Other features: A slightly kinked nose, broken too many times for even DocProf to fully straighten. Calloused and scarred knuckles.
Everyday clothing style: Celebrity casual. Button down shirts with the sleeves folded to the elbow, well fitted t-shirts with a variety of jackets, or sweaters, all worn above fashionable jeans. If you think he looks like someone else dressed him, it’s because they did. Winter calls for layers, but fashionable layers. He doesn’t even pretend to understand it.
Uniform: Open face MMA headgear and wrap around, untinted, safety goggles. Tight cotton shirt as an under-layer. Body hugging, full sleeve, leather jacket on top, with a golden yellow X across the front, reinforced with thicker, golden-yellow leather on the forearms, elbows, and from shoulders to just above the elbows, all separate to retain flexibility. Leather gloves, reinforced from above the first knuckle to above the second with sturdy, golden yellow Kevlar polymer. Flexible, sturdy cargo pants over spandex leggings, thick leather sewn onto the front of the thighs, knees and shins, gaps between to retain flexibility. Black leather combat boots that he tucks his pants into. Unless otherwise noted the whole uniform is X-man blue.
Sleepwear: Boxers, with a shirt in winter. He’s prone to simply collapsing into bed fully clothed after hard days, or forgetting the boxers on hot nights.
Miscellaneous clothing: Despite stylist’s protests he’ll wear his combat boots unless he’s going to an event. They add about an inch to his height and are tightly laced.
CharacterPersonality: Cafas, once hiding himself behind a hard exterior, has learned to be more open, due in no small part to his relationship with Maya. He has begun to wear his warm, loving, silly nature proudly, and to speak up rather than shy away from social interactions. He is still frequently troubled by his past, but it has become the exception rather than the rule, and he is usually happy and optimistic.
Cafas is an inherently social person, with highly active protective (and paternal) instincts. If left alone Cafas quickly falls to introspection, self deprecation, and eventually depression, due in no small part to his sense of responsibility, which has driven him to expect unattainable perfection from himself. This same drive is also one of his greatest strengths, as it has given him the discipline and motivation required to maintain his strict training and dietary regimen for so long, though at times it has led to self-destructive commitment to the pursuit of perfection.
Though he does his level best to control it, Cafas has an explosive temper that can often strike him without warning. It is this (and those who could, wittingly or unwittingly, tap into it) that led to some of the most catastrophic events of his past, many that still haunt him. It is particularly prone to rearing its head when people he feels responsible for are threatened, when wilful injustices are committed, or when mutants are endangered or hurt. If he feels impotent to avert or rectify the issue, it is usually worse.
Cafas’ greatest quality, and that which he values most highly in himself, is his loyalty. He stands by his friends and loved ones, and would lay down his life to protect them without a second though. It is to his eternal shame and discomfort that he has on occasion broken from his loyalty.
Cafas has a hard time letting go of the past, especially his past failings and crimes. Though he has made great strides in this area with both professional and familial support, he still keeps a photo of himself and Sophie by his bed, and still dwells on his past when left alone for a great length of time.
Hobbies/ Interests: Cafas’ time for hobbies has been significantly cut down, but when he allows himself the time (mostly with family) he enjoys movies, reading, and anything else that takes his fancy on a whim, singing and dancing, trying to juggle, or generally making a fool of himself. Doesn’t matter, his free time is spent free. His key interests are learning new skills, perfecting old ones, and spending time with his chosen family.
Job or part time job and description: Actor, credits including the Fairy Prince male lead in the Dusk (Twilight) series (though he takes the word credit rather dubiously) some guest star spots in crime action procedurals, and a supporting role in the upcoming Apocalyptic Road Warrior film. Bequeathed his blacksmithing business to Verdigris Willow after apprenticing her, and helping her establish a talented and qualified staff.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Spiders, being alone, his friends getting hurt (especially by or because of him.) Failing when the stakes are high.
Special talents: Cafas is a skilled black-smith when he isn't busy using his powers to cheat, has learned some free-running, dancing, stage fighting, and stuntwork skills from movie training. A highly competent close quarters combatant.
Morality Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Lawful good, even if it doesn't come easily. Tends to fall somewhere in the region of Neutral good to Chaotic Neutral. Cafas believes in upholding the law, but only so long as the law protects people. Above all else he believes in protecting people. He’s generous with time when he can be, with money freely, and is repentant of his checkered past. He'll kill for self defense or the greater good, or to protect anyone he cares for.
MutationsMutation description: Metal manipulation, but not in the alchemy sense, and cannot create metal. He can alter the properties of any piece of metal he is in direct physical contact with. This includes altering conductivity of electricity or heat, melting and boiling points (But can only manipulate solid or liquid metals as they are the only ones he can physically 'touch'), density, strength, malleability (ability to be flattened, opp. brittle) , ductility (stretchiness), magnetivity (if that's a word... (Can only change metals to be less magnetic or magnetically detectable, e.g. metal detectors, can't turn metal magnetic), without changing the metal's type. He can also cause the metal to heat up or cool down on will, but he has to be touching it and has no heat resistance abilities. With a bit more concentration and difficulty Cafas can reshape metal to his liking, it doesn't take more time, it's just tiring.
Heating and cooling only last for seconds to a minute after channeling stops. Shape changes last until reversed. Property changes range from an hour to a day but all scale down as time elapses. Listed are maximum times relating to how much effort was put into the change and how drastic the change was. All lessening speeds remain the same until limit is exceeded and then become faster. Change in boiling point (60 mins), Melting point (3 hours), magnetivity (7 hours), Ductility and malleability (12 hours), Density (18 hours), Strength (24 hours). In all cases where contact is still possible reversal is possible.
C.J. can manipulate up to a quarter tonne (250kg), although the amount decreases in size by up to half as more range is added. So long as contact is made, either directly to a piece of metal or through metallic linking (e.g.. Chains or bits of metal bolted together.) C.J. has a range of up to 26 feet away (at which point the amount he can affect is halved to a 125kg) with increasing energy and concentration needed. Large distances cause C.J. pain, and one 26 feet is exceeded his brain temporarily shuts down, leaving him in a coma.
Strengths: Is quite adept at what he does and can very effectively use his powers, however certain tasks are inadvertently difficult due to the nature of his power, such as reshaping metal, which requires him to altar different properties at different points and so can become quite arduous. His true strength lies is being able to change the properties of the metal, rather than reforming it or heating it, making him quite defensively based in his controllable mutation.
Weaknesses: Finds it difficult and tiring to reshape metal, less so heating but still to a degree. Despite an ability to heat the metal Cafas has no immunity to heat or cold, thus creating issues for him when he needs to and forcing him to concentrate quite hard to heat things and stop the heat at a certain point. His power is also limited to direct physical contact to the metal, although if he encounter on piece of metal attached to another or a metal pole can channel his power through the first piece, but again, more concentration and energy is needed the bigger the piece of metal is or the further his power has to travel to the desired point. Anything beyond 20 feet away requires complete focus to achieve, leaving him completely exposed. Past 26 feet takes so much energy he risks comatosing himself. At no stage can he propel, attract or otherwise move a piece of metal with his power. Cannot cause a piece of metal to become electrically charged or change a piece of metal's elemental make-up (electron/nuetron/proton amount). C.J. Can also not directly affect metals in compounds with non-metals (Eg rust, or FeO) and attempting to operate through such compounds causes him great stress to his energy levels (eg. If he were to try and affect a piece of metal by running through a connection of two pieces of metal where one or both has a layer of such a compound interrupting direct connection).
Power Growth October 2013:
Description: Cafas has gained the ability to move pieces of metal he is in contact with. This can range from firing metal objects like projectiles, much like a railgun, to supplementing his own physical strength when lifting or moving objects by hand.
Moving objects in constant contact: He could theoretically render up to his power's weight capacity completely weightless as far as lifting it was concerned, though he likely wouldn't go trying it, as all the same negative effects for approaching his limit apply (headaches, nausea, migraines, comas for over reaching) In practise this would mean he could wield weapons that would otherwise be completely absurd, like a buster sword, or Mjolnir (clearly not the actual weapon of Thor, don't be silly, but a full steel replica!).
Strengths: -Do you even lift, bro?
-Ability to use comical or fantastical weapons!
-No more stuck lids on jars!
Weaknesses:-Has to be touching the object, which means if he can't reach it, it's useless to him.
-No Jedi lightsaber boomerang toss.
-Still affected by his mass limitations (currently 250kg) and side effects when approaching maximum (headaches, nausea, migraines, comas for over reaching)
-Really don't want an adapted to walk by while using this!
Projectiles: Working much like a rail gun, the "shot" once "fired" would be on a set path, out of Cafas' control. Size would play a factor on top speed if Cafas were to be avoiding extreme backlash. A small object, up to about a pound, could conceivably read top speeds approaching those of rifles' projectiles (read: Supersonic) while heavier objects would have lower maximum speeds. Approaching his maximum limit of weight Cafas would be reaching speeds of under 20mi/h. After projectiles are launched all the usual forces would begin to slow them down, as per usual, Cafas' ability cannot affect the laws of physics in regard to projectile motion. He can disobey Newton's third law of motion though. He does not experience recoil (Because yikes).
Strengths:-Supersonic spork attack!
-Hey, catch the anvil!
Weaknesses:-Miscalculations could be catastrophic.
-All items are taking a one way express flight.
-Not consistently accurate over any distance due to irregularly shaped items and the lack of a
long rifled tube to fire them down.
-Estimating angles like that is hard, there's no sights on your hand.
-Going to be awkward if this goes off unexpectedly in an uncontrolled manner... As his powers will do, being on just a whole other level again to the reflexive nervous system, but still tied to fight or flight.
Power Growth May 2016:Primary effect: Cafas gained the ability to affect metal without touching it directly. His body now projects an invisible field out to 26ft, his previous limit through a metal conduit. The field penetrates all materials, though this doesn't mean Cafas can move the metal through those materials. (Pulling something through solid concrete, for instance, would require an extreme outpouring of energy, if it worked at all)
This field suffers from all the same limitations of mass, range, and speed as his power did previously, and bears the same consequences for overexertion.
He must be able to see, touch our "sense" the metal to deliberately manipulate it, though not for reflexive actions such as melting incoming bullets.
Secondary effect: Cafas can now sense metals within the field of his power. He can determine dimensions, and mass, with the same accuracy as if he were touching it. Type of metal can be determined with the accuracy of sight.
Large masses of metal can hinder his ability to accurately sense metal masses through or around them. For instance, Cafas would be hard pressed to detect (and therefore accurately and deliberately manipulate) a coin within a closed floor safe.
Strengths:- Operate at range! Remote over by the T.V.? Pull it over by the batteries!
- Sense metals! Go scavenging at the beach without looking weird!
- Work through walls! Disarm people before you even see them!
- Aura of protection! 26ft of bulletproof air, protect the whole party!
Weaknesses:- Always online! Lose control for a second and affect all the metal in the 26ft field! Near a car? That's a coma!
- Constant sensory input! Just another thing to try to tune out when you concentrate or sleep!
- Got pins in your bones? Not any more! Unintentionally hurting people just got easier!
- Like seeing a candle through a spotlight! All senses can be overloaded and leave you working blind!
Physical AbilitiesGeneral Physical Capabilities: There are few things Cafas has spent more time doing than training, devoting 2 hours a day minimum to it. Martial arts and weights have been his main training methods, with some free-running in to maintain mobility in the field. If he ever found himself lacking in an area, he would add targeted training to his routine. He is in amazing physical shape, with incredible strength, reflexes, and stamina. His flexibility is good to great, able to kick above his head height, or rest his hands flat on the ground with straight legs. His speed on foot is above average, but suffers for his weight and a lack of training focus. His speed swimming is average, physical condition making up for lack of regular training.
Fighting Style: Cafas is a close combat powerhouse, having extensively trained in many unarmed martial arts, and in Historical European Martial Arts. His hand to hand style incorporates aspects from both eastern and western martial arts, augmenting his initial training in kickboxing. His weapon training is primarily in single handed weapons, long sword, and in shield techniques. He is competent enough with a gun to not be a liability if given one, thanks to The Ranger, though by no means a good shot.
Fighting Style Pros/Cons: Pros:
In close combat, Cafas is powerful, precise, fast, adaptable, with a wide, deep pool of experience and training to draw from.
He can fight armed or unarmed, against opponents armed or unarmed.
His mutation makes him impossible to damage with metal weapons.
He can take a hit like a champ (when he gets hit at all), and knows how to fight with an injury.
His speed, flexibility, and grace often come as a surprise given his physique.
Can safely handle a firearm.
Can blow a hole through a tank with his mutation and a pound of metal.
Shields make great defence.
Cons:
Imprecise with a firearm and loathe to use them.
Imprecise over more than fifty feet with his mutation launched projectiles.
He needs to get close to bring the majority of his combat skills to bear.
His close quarters style leaves him vulnerable to ranged mutations, or mutants with enhanced physical abilities.
Shields obstruct view of the things they’re blocking.
History Of Your CharacterCafas was born in Sydney, Australia, into a loving household. He was a happy child, loving company, laughing often, making friends, and playing at whatever took his whim. Bright and energetic, he was something of a handful. Friends with many of the other young children in the neighbourhood (his parents having picked up on his need for socialisation early) he enjoyed a carefree early childhood. Unfortunately, this was destined to change.
When it came time for Cafas to enter school, his parents started taking notice of the quality of education in their neighbourhood, and apparently didn’t like what they saw. The Johnsons moved, leaving the quiet outer suburbs for the inner suburbs with a shorter commute to both their jobs and good schools. The loss of his friends hit young Cafas hard, doubly so when he entered school knowing no-one. It didn’t take long for people to realise he made an easy target, vividly emotional and passionate, and he found himself the target of bullies.
Never cut out of solitude, the boy quickly became withdrawn, seeking an escape from his loneliness by throwing himself into his studies and the stories of fictional heroes he found himself aspiring to be like. It did nothing for his social situation, but Cafas’ marks were some of the best in the class.
In the second grade a girl named Sophie moved in from Melbourne and was sent to Cafas’ school. Sophie was a caring girl, sensitive to the pain of others even at her young age, and she immediately made it her personal agenda to be friends with every loner she found. Inevitably this led her to Cafas, who threw himself at the prospect of a friend. They quickly grew to be best friends, and more of the old Cafas began to shine through.The pair (mostly Sophie) attracted a small group of outcasts and they (she) became the glue that held them together. It was just the support Cafas needed to excel in primary school.
When it came to choose a high school the parents of the pair collectively decided it would be a crying shame to separate the pair. Cafas and Sophie were both sent to the best school within reasonable travel distance of their neighbourhood. The bullying continued, but so did the friendship of the pair, and it bore them both through. He the energetic academic, supporting her in her studies, she the social glue holding together a mismatched group of kids.
It was in seventh grade Cafas discovered a love for metal-shop and science, which his parents were quick to encourage, and it wasn’t long before Cafas’ father was helping him with metal projects on weekends. Through this Cafas eventually discovered his powers, noticing odd behaviour in metal at his touch (tiny things like melting in the sun). With all the hype, it didn’t take him long to figure out what he was.
Fearing being discovered as a mutant in strongly anti-mutant Australia, Cafas hid his abilities as best he could from his parents. After considerable begging and
a lot of lectures on safety his father let him set up a tiny forge in their back shed. He smithed under supervision, and trained his power in every unsupervised moment he could get. Sophie complained, and it pained Cafas to cut down their time together, but he was determined to gain control before somebody noticed. It wasn’t long before he’d caved under her pressure and confessed, and she was joining him in his small workshop while he trained. In retrospect, Cafas suspected Sophie’s presence was why his parents never walked in on him training. It certainly explained the additional safety equipment he’d found.
Usually a swift learner, Cafas’ mutation resisted his energetic training, and it was a year before he could control when it activated. Another before he could determine what to change. It took a third before he could accurately control the degree of the change. In those years his grades started to dip, though he was still in the upper third of his classes. This worried his teachers and parents, but most assumed it was the bullying.
It was inevitable of course, that given a forge, a teenage boy would try to make swords. It was equally inevitable that given those swords, he would start trying to use them. From fifteen Cafas started learning to use medieval weapons through an early online community of HEMA practitioners. His mother wasn’t happy about it, his father was just glad to see him getting exercise. Cafas loved it, his childhood fantasies of being a Dunedain Ranger or Jedi seeming so much closer.
In his second to last year of high school Cafas’ life changed forever. With a license to drive unsupervised and a car gifted to him by his parents Cafas was out buying a gift for Sophie’s birthday, a gold necklace he’d thought she would like. He was returning from said shopping trip when a truck ran a red light directly in front of him. Swerving, he entered oncoming traffic and collided head on with another car. He was out cold in an instant.
When he awoke he was being pulled from the half melted wreck, face and body bruised. Suited men stood next to an unmarked black van, and he seemed to be headed straight for it. It didn’t take a genius. With a colossal effort of will Cafas overcame his pain and fought his way free of the paramedics holding him. He ran. Only when he was certain he’d escaped his pursuers did he stop running. Then he trudged his way home.
At home, the news was grim. His parents had both been crying, he could tell. When he walked through the door they both kept their distance. They informed him that they’d been called about the accident. That he’d killed someone. That he’d killed Sophie. That he was going to hand himself in in the morning, and that he should go get some sleep. Something in their eyes made him uncomfortable.
Knowing what awaited if he was taken in, Cafas packed his bags, determined to run in the night. Mostly he packed clothes, and a couple of weapons. Utility things. Right down the bottom though, wrapped in bubble-wrap and a shirt, was the photo of him and Sophie from his nightstand. He set the bags under his bed and lay, pretending to sleep. It probably saved his life.
Late in the night Cafas was shrugging on his backpack when he heard footsteps approaching. He froze, holding his breath as people gathered around his door. He couldn’t hear how many. The door opened suddenly, revealing a lynch mob of neighbours headed by his parents. One even had a flaming torch. Cafas grabbed his bag duffel and ran for the window. The torch wielder tried to hit him, succeeding only in setting the leg of his pants on fire. Cafas dove out the window, landed hard, beat out the flames, then ran.
He’d like to say he never looked back, but it would be a lie. He looked back often over the two years he lived on the streets, getting by on off the books jobs and petty theft. He probably could have had a roof, but with no usable identity renting was difficult. Instead, he made sure he had food, and he learned to fight. He studied kickboxing after a particularly rough night where he lost all his meagre savings, used the gym showers to keep clean, and slept wherever he could find a safe spot. It was in this time he took to dying his hair, as something of a memorial to Sophie, who’d always been daring him to.
During his time on the streets he heard tell of a mutant school in the USA. People in Australia were outraged by the thought, but to Cafas it was the first shred of hope he’d been given in years. He stole his way aboard a flight for NYC and shared an uncomfortable ride hidden among the pets in the cargo bay.
Since arriving Cafas has moved into the Mansion, battled Cthulhu, dated Calley, joined the X-men, killed people deliberately and accidentally, finished school, starred in Dusk as a fairy prince, moved in with Calley, fallen into alcoholism to cope with the killings, fallen out with Calley, started dating Maya, and become father figure to Rowan (Maya’s son) and Abby.
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Sample RP: Boots crunched on gravel in that cliché purposeful sort of way, birds twittered in the background and flew low overhead, trees scattered in a thinly forest like sort of terrain and large gates loomed in front of him, wrought iron in appearance, and slightly ominous. Cafas was reminded of a movie he had seen once, or perhaps it had been a book read, then again, it could have been ten, of each. Ah yes cliché scenes, life's miracle of human fantasy, or rather, human mimicry. Regardless the gate posed an issue as he could not actually get through it. There was an intercom, but he didn't see any reason to use it in the bright of the day. Laying a finger against the metal C.J. channelled his power and bent the metal apart to form a gap large enough for him and his luggage. Passing the two rather travel worn bags through, with their grime, patches and triply repaired stitching, Cafas stepped between the now bent outward pieces of metal. In hindsight he could have just dropped the boiling point of the lock and completely vaporised it, but live and learn. Grabbing the two metal rods he used his gift to reform them the way they had been and picked up his things, reaching through the gate with one arm and pressing the buzzer on the intercom system.
However what he had thought to be an intercom turned out to be a plaque, well, that's what you get for glancing so briefly. He had an idea of that it might say however. 'Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters' He had been internally chanting the name since Australia. It hadn't taken long to find it on the internet, all he had to do was type in Xavier on Google, it was a name synonymous with mutants, and had proven reliable. Approaching the manor via its rather lengthy driveway Cafas parked himself on a nice patch of green turf and waited. He had no idea what would happen but he was absolutely certain that someone had noticed him, given the security threat this place would be under constantly.
Pulling the sleeves of his brown trench coat down over his wrists C.J. waited. He thought he must have looked like a detective given the coat and wondered if the look would be spoiled if he were to expose the graphic-splashed tee shirt he was wearing under it. It wasn't exactly a cool day after all.. From his hip, at the left, hung a sword, leaf bladed, sheathed and about 75cm of blade, on his back, currently over the trench coat was a round shield, both were made of steel and within grabbing reach should he be attacked.
And so he sat and waited, black cap pulled low over reflective wrap-arounds, adequately excited, hair sticking out from under the hat, wondering what would happen to him and his rather tatty bags.
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