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Apr 16, 2013 10:38:26 GMT -6
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Individual
Character's full name: Jacob Cole Corbulo
Alias/Nickname: Colt
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Date of Birth: 07/17/1986
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Lubbock, TX
Nationality: American
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Caucasian
Appearance
Hair color and style: Dark Brown, #1 Cut all around
Skin Tone: Slight Tan
Eye Color: Hazel
Height: 6' 3"
Build: Work Muscular (Strong but not a body builder)
Visible mutation: None
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Two large circular scars in his right torso. An american flag tattoo on his right shoulder, stars front.
Other features: Always seems to have a weapon of some kind on him at all times.
Everyday clothing style: Whatever came out of the closet first, usually jeans and a T-Shirt.
Uniform: Do Coveralls count?
Sleepwear: Whatever he takes off before falling asleep.
Miscellaneous clothing: A winding pocketwatch that he treasures beyond most things.
Character
Personality: Jacob has a tendency to not believe most news when it comes to individual people, unless it is about something utterly blatant. He has a knack for looking beyond the obvious, and is a generally good judge of character. He will help others less fortunate, but has a much different sense of good and evil than most people. He will find out for himself, using an 'insider's insight' as he calls it, to figure out what a person is like on the inside. Jacob doesn't have a problem acting on his instincts, and will not hesitate to put himself in harms way, or harm others, based on his beleifs.
He also has a very military mindset, and it shows in a big way. Ma'am and Sir for almost everyone unless he knows you well, or plain doesn't think you deserve his respect. He is a little awkward in social situations, but is very well knowledgeable for his young age. If you are under his care, he will risk his life for you, and likely help you with anything you could ask for. Don't cross him though, or lose his respect, or he will turn ruthless and cold in an instant, and you will not like the result.
Hobbies/ Interests: If it's mechanical, chances are he is already elbow deep in it. And if you aren't careful, he will take apart things in your home if you don't watch where his eyes and hands lead themselves. It is more an unintentional tendency, having worked on so many things for so long. He takes great pride in his mechanical knowledge as well, knowing each individual peices job.
Job or part time job and description: Mechanic/Junkyard Owner
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Disregard for respect is something that will be met with force in most cases... even when it doesn't relate to himself. He is also very afraid of heights without the aid of something mechanical, such as a crane or airplane. No grand canyon for Jake.
Special talents: Aside his mechanical knowledgebase, he also is a hell of a shot with virtually any firearm. He is very good at unarmed combatives, and has all basic Soldier skills from his time in the Army, such as basic first aid, etc. He is also very good with schematics and engineering on a small scale.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/other: Good in most senses of the word... but is absolutely merciless in regards to those who have crossed him.
Mutations
Mutation description:
Mechakinesis: The ability to manipulate mechanical objects at will. This is generally in the basic or relative function of the object, but extends to also 'knowing' that object, such as any mechanical malfunctions or defects. He can also sense mechanical objects in the way of simply knowing they are there, and the more complex, the more potent the sensation. Lastly he can repair or replenish a mechanical object using his own stamina.
Strengths: Physically strong, smart and adept in most situations, it is hard to find a time where he is outmatched by the typical human.
Weaknesses and Limitations: He is still very much human, and has all the same disadvantages that they do. His ability to function mechanical objects is limited to two objects at a time, and within a one mile radius. He also has a one mile radius on his ability to sense mechanical objects, but this is passive. His ability to sense malfunctions, replenish and repair all require physical contact with the object. His ability to replenish and repair are very draining as well, restoring a totalled car would render him unconcious, but fixing a pocketwatch would take next to no energy. Size, Mass and Complexity are all factors in this drain on him. He can in no way make anything more advanced than his own time.
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: Very considerable Strength and Endurance, Twitch reflexes, but relatively low speed and flexibility.
Fighting Style: Army Combatives Level 3 Instructor/Firearms
Fighting Style Pros/Cons:
Pro: Very adaptable fighting style capable of handing most human level encounters with ease.
Cons: Never designed to handle mutants with enhanced physical characteristics.
History Of Your Character
Jacob was born in Lubbock Texas, and raised immediately in the Military lifestyle. Both his parents in the Air Force, he quickly picked up on their habits and was a very neat, tidy kid, but was also a wildchild when it came to having fun. Early on he found a fascination with tinkering with mechanical objects. At five, he knew how to take apart a lawn mower and put it back together. His father who worked on the mechanical aspect of jets for the Air Force, began to teach him things and it was a great way for them to spend time together. Jacob's mother began to see this, and wanted to see if her son's mind would explore other avenues, and took him to her work. She was a military engineer, and worked on everything from designing schematics for equipment to military billeting buildings. Jacob was very seldom not hanging out with one of his parents, and his insatiable thirst for knowledge very seldom went unquenched.
At ten years old, he designed the schematic for his first engine, and showed his parents. Sure enough, the next christmas, his only present was that engine, or more importantly, all the parts so he could build it. He had already been receiving gifts like his first tool box for birthdays and such, so he literally had everything he needed. For the next ten days of winter vacation, he slept in the garage, which he was allowed to take possession of until his engine was built. His grades, however began to slack off a little once he returned to school, simply because he was so excited to build his engine it was consuming his idle thoughts. A quick threat from his father of taking away his tools quickly set him straight, and his grades quickly rose back from where they came.
About two weeks later, his engine was built. Too young to drive, he implored his parents to allow him to put it in their vehicle, but they wouldn't allow it, saying that his engine should go in HIS car. Every christmas and birthday after that, he began to get parts for his car, a dream that was coming together, piece by piece. At 16, he was given a 68 Chevrolet Impala. It was an old, rusted car that needed a lot of work, and Jacob had never seen a more beautiful thing in his life. He quickly was accepted for a temp job at the On Post Vehicle Repair Shop, where he worked tirelessly to earn the money for the parts for his car. He wound up saving quite a bit ordering through the shop, getting the parts at almost Factory price, and in six months, he had his car, with his customized 357 Cleveland Engine growling within.
At 17, he shocked his parents by enlisting into JROTC in High School, having made a commitment to the Army.
Regardless of their pleading, he wanted to prove he could be more than his parents, and protect people in a different branch of service. He came in as a Tank Mechanic, wanting to be around the job he loved. It was here that he discovered his power... directly after graduating Basic Training and AIT schools, visiting with his parents before his first duty assignment. His father gave him a tunsten pocketwatch, virtually indestructible and using a manual wind, it would never need batteries. The pocketwatch meant more to him than anything, as inscribed inside was a simple saying. "No matter what happens, make time for yourself and your family" He has never lost this watch, and he found that he could feel the inner workings of the watch in his hand. He played it off as something as simple as his instinct, but this is where his power manifested.
It wasn't long before he started sensing other mechanical objects... the most profound being the tanks that he was trained to work on. The true shock came about a month after being stationed in Fort Campbell, KY and he was feeling the side plating on a tank and he suddenly knew it needed about a half quart of oil. Unsure why he knew this, he looked at his hand and recoiled immediately. His hand had actually turned the tan of the paint and took on the look of the armor plating at his touch. Curious, he slowly touched it with a finger, and it happened again, and he knew that the vehicle needed oil. He thought about it, thinking about where the oil was and how he could get it so that the vehicle would be in top condition... and then he realized not only was he getting a little more tired, but the oil level was rising. He could feel it through the tank. Ignoring the fatigue and excitement filling his mind, he filled up the tank's oil level and then slunk to the side of it. He wanted to take a nap, but the adrenaline of his discovery made him fight the fatigue. He was a mutant... and he loved the idea of it.
He continued to experiment with this ability, steadily growing more able to fix small dings in the armor and other small things, but he didn't dare try anything major, and slowly it became easier and less taxing to do it. The next discovery was made with his watch. He wound it tight every night, regardless of the fact that it could go a month without needing it, and one night while thinking about it while he was brushing his teeth he realized he was hearing a very familiar clicking noise. He stopped, mid-brush, and listened, and heard nothing. Finishing brushing his teeth, he moved to his bed where the watch lay beside it... and he again began to think about winding it, and the clicking came back... and he could sense that it was being wound through his other ability. Amazed, he practiced a few more times on his watch until it was completely wound... and then messed with the actual time settings, setting the hands to different times and the date differently, and continued for well over two hours until finally he fell asleep with the watch set back to the correct time. From then on, it was simple. He used most of his abilities every day, like using the 'remote starter' on his car or other miscellaneous things. He felt on top of the world.
He was quickly humbled.
Through the past few years in the military, Respect had become very important to him... as well as equallity and justice. One day, while driving through town, he slowed to a pause. His ability to sense mechanical objects was fine tuned at this point... and someone around the corner was holding a pistol, as he sensed it floating near the rolex watch he was wearing. Parking quickly, he rushed around the corner, still in his Uniform, to see a man holding a gun towards a young man with green skin... a fellow mutant. Stepping towards them, the man called out about how the mutant was an abomination and the world would be better off without one more. The fear stained his words, and the victim had already been beaten soundly, bruises and scratches covering his olive skin. Jacob did not hesitate or ask anything further, and in a blind rush of adrenaline, rushed the man, quickly disarming him.
Once the adrenaline had subsided, he realized he had been shot twice in his side.
The young man drove his car with him in it to the hospital, where they were both treated. The mutant was received with some obvious apprehension, but when Jacob demanded he be treated the same as himself, a Soldier, with a commanding voice, the staff listened. The attacker was put in jail for a good long sentence under multiple charges, and Jacob checked up on his new young friend once in a while, helping when he could.
He was discharged from the Army under honorable conditions when his term of eight years came up, and with all the chaos of Mutants and the military involvement, he decided to play it safe and exit the military. He bought a plot of land, created a shop, and now own's Jacob's Junkyard and Workshop in up-state New York near Fort Drum. He chose there because his parents retired in New York City, and wanted to be close, but not be in the chaos that was New York City.
Roleplay
Where did you learn about this site?: Google
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: No
Sample RP:
Ah, the wonderful feeling of being on his way home.
Granted, he loved visiting his parents who owned a simple home around the outskirts of New York City, but he could not compare it to going to his own home after a week of visiting them. It was so much more quiet where he lived, even with the military post being only fifty miles away. Picturing his house he frowned slightly at the sight before him... his normal route home was beginning to undergo construction, and he would have to take a detour... THROUGH the city. With a sigh, he began to weave into the hustle and bustle of the traffic, when something pinged off his passive senses that didn't make any sense at all.
Either his mutation was beginning to develop quirks, or there was a mechanical wonder nearby.
Curious, his 68 Impala growled closer to what he was sensing until he came to a set of gates... and his curiousity grew stronger by the minute. Putting the vehicle in park across the street from the large black iron gates, he turned the key to silence his beloved 'Baby' as he called her, and focused, trying to hone in on what he was sensing. From the gate, which he could tell was mechanically controlled, it was still a distance, so he couldn't tell for certain, but he was almost positive that he was detecting military grade... or higher... vehicles in the facinity.
"Well that can't be right..." he muttered to himself. He looked back over to the gate, his hazel eyes locking onto the sign put into the stone of the support pillar near the metal. Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters. Didn't sound like a military weapons development location, especially within the city of New York, but why was his senses going crazy? He positively identified that one of the vehicles was made for flight, but it didn't match anything he had ever encountered before. The engine alone put the F-22's he and felt on that last tour through the Air Force base he had last year seem like they belonged in a lawn mower. Curiousity mounting, he thought about a way to approach and get a closer look. He ran a hand over his head, feeling the pricks of the extremely short hair in his palm and allowing it to itch the scratch that nestled there.
If it was a military site, he was sure that by now he would be getting a couple of guys in black suits telling him to move along any second now... but when none of them showed up outside his glossy black Impala, he continued to sit, and wait. Eventually, he would muster an excuse to approach the gate and ask permission to enter... but he had to come up with something truthful. Lying didn't bode well with him, at all, ever... and the idea of just walking up and saying 'Mind if I have a look at that jet you got stashed in your back yard' didn't sit well with him.
Curious... he continued to sit and wait, and then became aware of something else... He had been so focused on the jet or plane or Transformer or whatever it was that he hadn't realized that there were some small gears moving. Looking towards the sensation, he locked onto what looked like a security camera.
Well isn't that just peachy. Now I look like a stalker or something, he thought.
He felt the zoom lense gear grind, likely zooming in on his face, and knowing he was caught, rendered a simple 'You Got Me' wave, and prepared to start his car and leave.
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