Individual

Character's full name: Paul McCoy (Current)
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Henri Wille (Birth Name), Jacque Henri (French), Andre Blaise (French), Jack Covington (American), Phoenix (Code name)
Gender: Male
Age: 94 (Looks 44) (Biological Age: 18 - Due to death on Christmas Day)
Date of Birth: 08/31/1919
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Switzerland
Nationality: Swiss
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Caucasian

Appearance

Hair color and style: Short Trimmed Gray Hair
Skin Tone: Slightly Tanned
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 6’
Build: Lean, Fit, Athletic
Visible mutation: N/A
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: N/A
Other features: N/A

Everyday clothing style: Comfortable shoes, Pants (jeans or khakis), Shirt (T-Shirt, Polo, or Dress Shirt), Jacket (Leather Jacket or Sport Coat).
Uniform: N/A
Sleepwear: Sweat pants & T-Shirt
Miscellaneous clothing: N/A

Character

Personality: Paul has seen and experienced a lot in his life so it is difficult to surprise him. Though he tried to keep from getting to close to anyone he is personable and able to carry a conversation with most people. Paul normally has lots of acquaintances but few if any he would actually call friends.
Hobbies/ Interests: Cooking/baking (to remember his childhood), Sparring (to remember how to survive), Reading (to gain knowledge), Meditating/contemplating (to remember past pain and focus on never experiencing it again), Running (to quiet the mind through sheer exhaustion)
Job or part time job and description: Part-time Landscaper (Planting trees, bushes, flower, etc.)
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Without the fear of death to plague him, Paul is basically fearless. He knows that pain is only temporary and so he can bear most anything that comes his way.
Special talents: Paul is an experienced pick pocket, thief, robber, and safe cracker. While he is semi-retired from the profession he does still like to keep his skills up to date.

Morality

Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Neutral/Bad
Paul is not full blown evil but he is more than willing to get his hands dirty in order to accomplish a goal. Even murder is an option if that is what it takes.

Mutations

Mutation description: Phoenix Rebirth
Strengths: An hour after Paul's body dies it bursts into flame. After a few moments the flames disappear leaving him alive and lying on a pile of ashes. This rebirth resets his age back to 18 but it does not reset his appearance. His appearance will remain the same as when he died and until his biological age has caught up with his appearance age his looks will not change.
Weaknesses and Limitations:
(1) This is not true immortality by any sense of the word. Either natural sickness or old age will bring about his permanent death. As long as Paul dies from injuries sustained to his body he will be reborn but he CAN NOT recover from a death due to natural causes.
(2) Paul is not able to activate this ability on a whim. There are only two instances in which this power will activate.
(a) Paul's heart stops and his body is quite literally dead for 60 minutes.
(b) Paul body is inflicted to flames strong enough to cause large portion of his body to begin to burn. A match burning down to his finger tips would not be enough neither would flames licking against him as he ran through a burning building. It would actually take an extended period of time (at least 5-10 minutes) with flames continually burning away at his body.
(3) This power does not protect him from injury. A broken arm will take just as long for him to heal from as any other human. His body only recovers from injury if he has actually died.
(4) When Paul is reborn, he is in his birthday suit and any objects he may have been previously carrying are destroyed by the fire as are any flammable objects that are within 1-2 feet of his body.

Physical Abilities

General Physical Capabilities: Though Paul looks to be an older person his body works like that of a younger man. Because he is constantly running to the point of exhaustion in order to quiet his mind Paul has an incredible amount of stamina and strength. He is at peek physical conditioning for a person as old as he is since his last rebirth.
Fighting Style: Savate
Explanation: What began as French style street fighting using kicks and open handed slaps due to the French declaring the closed fist a lethal weapon turned into an organized form of kick boxing. Though it has distanced itself from its original beginning to become a safer form of defense some of the 'dirty' moves still remain.
Pros for fighting style: By focusing on kicks the combatant is able to use the stronger muscles in the body to inflict more damage. Because it is not as well-known as many martial arts it sometimes can confuse a defender.
Cons for fighting style: While using mostly kicks does provide more strength it allows more opportunities where a person can be knocked off balance by an experienced foe.
History Of Your Character
(1919-1938) Born in Switzerland in the year 1919, Henri had a very simply and happy childhood. His parents owned a bakery with their living quarters right above it. Everything morning Henri would wake to the smell of dough rising and bread baking in the ovens downstairs. The middle of three children, Henri came a year after his older sister Katrine and about two years before his younger brother Lukas. As Henri entered his teen years and began to learn the art of baking from his parents there were political rumbling going around the world but he didn't really pay attention. Only what happened in his small Swiss village was important. The rest of the world seemed very far away.

(1939) The day after Henri's twentieth birthday things in the world began to come to a head. Germany and Slovakia invaded Poland and over the next few years things grew worse. Nation after nation was drawn into this second world war but Henri and his family remained thankful that they were in a nation like Switzerland. Switzerland was a neutral party and everyone knew they would stay that way.

(1940-1942) The war was growing worse and supplies were becoming difficult to find. The ingredients to make bread had become so expensive and so scarce that Henri's parents were struggling to keep their little shop going. When the crucial rail link through Vichy, France was cut by the Axis the people of Switzerland had no choice but to negotiate with the powers that had them completely surrounded. While they still maintained neutrality, many concessions had to be given to these powerful nations.

(1943) Things in Switzerland were still bad and with only a few news reports filtering in the Wille family came to a difficult decision. Together they were just to many mouths to feed while apart they would all have a better chance to survive. After tearful farewells they family split apart with Henri making his way to Italy in hopes of finding some sort of better conditions. He would never see his family again.

(1944) The conditions in Italy were just as bad if not worse than what Henri had faced in Switzerland. In the city of Romagnano he boarded train number 8017 bound for rural areas to the south. Perhaps there he would find some land untouched by this horrific war.
Just after passing Balvano the train began to ascend the galleria delle Amri tunnel. Forced to stop because of rain and overloaded freight cars they all sat in the tunnel waiting to be able to move once again. With all the people pressing up against him things felt so hot but Henri stoically bore the heat and leaned up against a window while letting his eyes close. Maybe if he could just get some sleep they would be moving once he woke up.
Suddenly Henri's eyes snapped open to utter silence. The air felt cool on his bare skin as he shakily stood to his feet and looked around in shock and horror. Everyone in the train car was completely still... they were dead! But how could this have happened? And where were his clothes? A cold sweat broke out on Henri's brow and without a rational thought in his head he climbed out a window and ran towards the tunnels exit.
After running through fields and woods for what seemed like hours he came to a quiet farm house with clothes flapping in a gentle breeze on the line outside. Slipping over he snatched pants and a shirt that looked like they were close to his size and then continued on his way. His mindless wandering would eventually bring him back to Balvano but he still had no idea exactly what had happened. Things became even stranger for him a few weeks later when he saw a paper with a partial list of those that had died in the tragedy. Apparently some other young man had hitched a ride on the train without buying a ticket and had been misidentified at Henri and because his identification papers had mysteriously disappeared along with his clothes, Henri now found himself a person with no identity in war torn Italy.

(1945) World War II finally came to an end and while it was a momentous time for the rest of the world it was just like any other day for the young man that continued to wander through the country side. With no papers and no identity stealing had become a matter of survival. A loaf of bread here, a lump of cheese there, a pair of shoes somewhere else, and a few coins from someone's pocket. It seemed like there was no light at the end of the tunnel but he refused to just lay down and die. He had somehow survived the tragedy in that train and either that had been for a reason or somewhere out in the cosmos god was laughing at his misfortune.

(1946) Finally fate had begun to smile on the young man. After breaking into a home he discovered a small stash of money and jewels. After quickly fencing the gems he purchased documents on the black market to escape Italy. Reborn as Jacque Henri, a French Citizen, he began the long journey on to his new home nation.

(1947-1950) With no real skills other than being a thief, Jacque set out to make some sort of living doing what he knew how to do. Slowly the robberies grew in size as he joined forces with like minded men but eventually this joining of forces became his undoing. One of the men was caught and he immediately gave up Jacque as one of the top men in their group. After being arrested Jacque was given two choices. Either serve a long sentence in France's delightful prisons or join the French military. With no real future in front of him he accepted the deal and began his training to be a French paratrooper.

(1951-1956) The French military was no picnic and while Jacque did not excel at anything he was good enough to stay out of trouble. He qualified with any of the weapons he needed to qualify with and he was able to at least get passing grades in every area. As the years passed and he came closer to having an opportunity to leave the military combat broke out in Algeria. While performing a mission there, Jacque Henri was killed by friendly fire and his body left on the field of battle while his unit escaped under heavy fire. An hour later he awoke with a sharp intake of breath. Once again he was naked as though he had just been reborn.
Escaping from Algeria was no easy task but after several weeks of work he finally arrived back in France. He had hidden away some money before his capture years earlier and after recovering those assets Jacque Henri became Andre Blaise.

(1956-1959) Once again turning to the criminal lifestyle, Andre began to learn the art of Savate while rebuilding his nest egg. He had learned some basic defense while in the military but for a thief like himself his hands were precious tools. Savate focused on kicks which allowed him to protect his hands from injury.

(1960) America, the land of opportunity. Looking for fresh challenges and fresh faces, Andre immigrated to this line of paradise. After passing through immigration inspection Jacque found himself in New York City. What he didn't realize was that New York City was suffering from economic problems and a rising crime rate. It was that rising crime rate the claimed the life of Andre Blaise when he was knifed by a mugger and left lying in a dark alley. However, no longer afraid of death he simply stared up into the sky with a cold smile. He had seen the young muggers face and he would have revenge.
A few days later he tracked down his mugger and had his own version of poetic justice. Leaving the young man's body lieing in an alley with a knife in his chest, he assumed the other man's identity. Andre Blaise truly was death but Jack Covington still had a full life to live.

(1961-1969) Over the years Jack lost his foreign accent and picked up the New York style of speech. Fully Americanized he joined in the 'Peace' and 'Free Love' movement. Some of those participating were out to try and change the world for the better while other were like Jack, only in it for the pleasure and enjoyment he could get out of it. While he experimented with everything from alcohol to drugs to sex over the years he finally came to realize that he was getting no satisfaction from it. What did he need to have some sort of happiness?

(1970-1975) Petty theft, robbery, murder... Jack was beginning to feel like if he went down a check list of crimes he would be able to say 'Been there, done that' to most of them. Finally deciding to try a different route Jack headed for California to experience life in the sun. Getting a job as a landscaper, Jack found that he enjoyed the physical side of the work. Putting in new trees and plants while working under the hot sun was something that most people would hate but for Jack it was therapeutic.
His life felt like it was finally coming together when he met a blind young woman named Ashley Sullivan and the two fell in love with each other. For two years they had a wonderful life living together but then Ashley was diagnosed with an aggressive form of Leukemia. In a little less than a year Jack found himself standing next to a mound of freshly turned earth that covered the love of his life. Unable to deal with the grief he plunged a knife into his own chest and collapsed next to the grave.

(1976-1980) It was a cruel death that only gave peace from grief for an hour. When Jack had awaken yet again next to the grave of his dearly departed he hadn't known what to do. Throwing himself into his work Jack would wear himself out each day and then go running until the point of exhaustion. Finally he would collapsed into his bed until rising to do it all again the next day. Life truly was nothing but a rat race. People rushing through their lives trying to achieve a goal that most would never reach and even those that did would most likely find it unsatisfactory and so they would start grasping for something else. Unable to associate with people that had known him while he had Ashley, Jack once again reinvented himself. This time he chose the name Silas Sullivan for a twofold purpose. One was to memorialize the woman that had captured his heart and the other was to remind him to keep his distance so that he didn't experience that type of pain again.
Wandering through life Silas found himself beginning to battle listlessness. What did he have to achieve? What was there to accomplish in life? He was a man above those around him because his life simply continued on and on. He wasn't a god by any sense of the world but he wasn't human either. What was he?

(1981-1999) The accumulation of wealth had provided excitement if not satisfaction through the early 80's but now he had more than enough money to live on. Toys and stupid trinkets were not an interest so Silas had begun to step away from most of his illegal activities. Occasionally he would see something that he felt would be a challenge and he might take up the old skills but for the most part he had disappeared into the masses of people that moved around America.
As the 90's began and progressed, Silas began to see articles in the paper that perked his interest. They had started out as headlines on super market tabloids but now they were appearing in more legitimate sources. Individuals with strange abilities and powers was an item that most people would just laugh at but for Silas it was a ray of hope. Were there others like him? Was he not alone?

(2000) For a man who had lived a life full of excitement, adventure, sadness, and pain it had to be one of the most ironic circumstances possible. Silas had experienced death from war and from crime but this time he had no one to blame but himself... and the slippery soap he had been using in the shower. As he lay crumpled in the shower, life slipping away from a broken neck he felt completely humiliated. Maybe he wasn't above humans like he had thought... maybe he was below them somehow.

(2001-2008) New reports about individuals with powers were becoming more and more common place and as the years passed the nation and even the world as a whole began to recognize that they were something that needed to be dealt with. Finally as 2007 rolled around the Mutant Registration Act passed in America. It was a controversial issue and many mutants were subjected to camp but for the man that had been reborn as Paul McCoy it really wasn't that big deal. His abilities were hidden from the public eye and so he was able to simply stand back as an observer. He had witnessed persecution over the years and as he watched the humans once again persecute those around them he began to realize that the world would always be in turmoil unless something drastic was done. Governments with many men in power always failed but history showed that those nations led by one powerful ruler were often heralded and regarded as something special. Perhaps it was time for not just a national leader but a world leader. It was definitely a thought that needed to be pondered.

(2011) New York City had changed immensely from when Paul had lived there as Jack Covington. Completely modernized and full of a mixture of both humans and mutants it was truly a melting pot and the perfect location to blend in and experiment. The world seemed to have temporarily settled down but how soon would human oppression once again raise its ugly head? Paul had no desire to be a rule in his own right but if he could find the right person to support... perhaps there would be hope for the world. Perhaps with his brother and sister mutants they could accomplish great things. Only time would tell that that was one thing that he had on his side.
Roleplay
Where did you learn about this site?: Google
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: Used to play Luke Jacobs & Jacen King but both of those characters have been mothballed for permanent deactivation because of the amount of time I have been away from MRO.
Sample RP:
His nose twitched slightly from the scent that was slowly creeping into his room and he rolled over onto his side, still asleep. Slowly his eyes began to flicker open and with a long yawn he sat up and stretched. Most people looked for an apartment that provided an awesome view or great amenities but when he had looked there had been only a few stipulations. He had wanted some place clean, relatively safe and if at all possible, over a bakery. It had taken a month or two to find but now he was living in a place that helped him remember his happy childhood every morning when he woke up.

A quick shave started the morning and then after pulling on sneakers and a sweat shirt to go with his sweat pants he grabbed some cash and headed down to the bakery.

"Good morning Mr. McCoy." The young man at the counter said with a smile as he set a cup of coffee and a plate with a two slices of sour dough bread still warm from the oven on the counter. "Right on time as usual."

"As long as you put the bread in the oven on time, I'll be here on time." Paul McCoy replied with a laugh as he handed over the money for his food, a morning paper, and a couple extra bucks for tip.
Turning away Paul walked over to the table in the corner that he frequented and then took his time spreading butter over the still warm bread slices. For the next few minutes he enjoyed a leisurely breakfast while sipping at his black coffee and reading over the paper. The bakery was quiet with only occasional customers coming in this early in the morning but Paul didn't mind. The stillness was a welcome start to the morning as was the physical exertion that would come next.

About half an hour after entering the shop he left and once he had performed a few basic stretches he began to jog down the familiar streets. With the sun just appearing in the sky few people were out on the streets but those that were there were easily recognizable. City workers drove the large street sweepers to get the city ready for the beginning of another busy work day while a few joggers made their way up and down the side walk in their own morning routines. The air was comfortable, not overly hot, but soon Paul felt himself breaking out into a pleasant sweat. It was almost as though he could feel the toxins being purged from his system as he ran. Maybe it was physical feeling or maybe it was all psychological. Either way it didn't matter. What did matter was that it was a beautiful morning and for today at least, Paul was pleased to be alive.

Welcome to MRO.

Mark Harmon, about time someone used him! Good to see you again, Luke.

Please...please slap Ashton in the back of the head sometime.

Great to have you back!

O M G.

Hi, Boss.

I mean, Luke.

Great to have you back, Mr. Man.

Luke, its wonderful to have you back!

Luke! So happy to see you back!

Well, I think we got most of NCIS on board here. Just need McGee.

Welcome!

*one long, continuous purr wraps itself around you in a warm kitty hug*

Welcome back from the ashes, Phoenix. You've been mightily missed.

Awesome sounding character! Can't way to get a chance to RP with him. Welcome back.

Awesome character, Can't wait to RP with you

fun power, can i test this rebirth?

Ooooo very interesting character! Welcome back!

Thanks to all for the welcome and warm wishes.

@ Ashton: We definitely need to arrange a head slap thread. Perhaps, just to be different, we should have Ashton head slap Paul first? ;-)

@ Jorge: I look forward to some RP in the future. Shoot me a PM if you have any ideas that pop into your head.

@ Shula: RPing with other NCIS characters definitely goes toward the top of my list of things to do. PM me if you have any ideas on how we could meet up.

@ Aura: Testing Paul's rebirth is fun though its something you'll have to jump on before he gets to friendly over at the Sanctuary. If you've got any ideas on what might 'cause her to want to kill him, shoot me a PM.

Oh. My. God. LUKE!
Hi! Welcome back! Looking forward to RPing with you!