Individual Character's full name: Tristen Mitchel Ogle
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Geo (prefered)
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Date of Birth: 04 / 25 / 1991
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Toledo, Ohio
Nationality: Caucasian
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Irish / German (only identifies as mutant)
AppearanceHair color and style: Brownand kept at a shoulder length. Often pulled into a bun or ponytail. Generally he has a beard of some sort though he never lets it grow far out of hand.
Skin Tone: Tan
Eye Color: Hazel
Height: 6 ' 2"
Build: Athletic
Visible mutation: N/A
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Homo-superior across his shoulder blades.
Other features: N/A
Everyday clothing style: Geo's a fan of earth tones. He generally wears various earth tones with a pair of jeans or cargo shorts. Often enough he will wear a tank top, a hoodie though no matter what he's wearing it's generally covered in a car grease. Notably he rarely ever wears shoes though when forced into the situation he will wear boots just good luck talking him into wearing them.
Uniform: N / A
Sleepwear: Generally just whatever he was wearing that day stripped to some degree.
Miscellaneous clothing: N/A
CharacterPersonality: Geo is a showman at heart. He's known for being theatrical and over-reactive for nothing more than to make thing entertaining. He's also quite a bit of a ladies man, he's well known for going out of his way to make a woman feel special and put a smile on his face. Not that he's objectifying of women, he's actual a model of chivalry and a firm believer in it's practices. Even going so far as to carry the same courtesy on to most human women.
He's learned to curb his angst filled rage of his youth though he still hold true to his ideals of mutant supremacy. Conducting himself more calmly now he works to better the mutant cause more carefully and without causing to much collateral damage in the process, unless that damage is absolutely necessary. He's still driven and willing to do what ever is necessary to push forward the mutant agenda.
Outside of world overthrowing plots he is a generally friendly guy and fairly easy going. Happy to help out a friend in need and give the shirt off his back without a moments notice. A bit on the crunchy side he has a new found level of spirituality and respect when it comes to the earth as a whole. He doesn't take kindly to those who don't respect Mother Earth. He's a worker at his core. A man who likes to have something to belong to and a cause to fight for. Once upon a time that loyalty stood for the Order so with them gone he's bound to find a new cause.
Hobbies/ Interests: Geo is a tinkerer. He can often be found cranking away at pet projects he keeps in the back of the garage. Other than that he has been known to find joy in drawing though he doesnt indulge in it as much as he had before.
Job or part time job and description: Generally works as a mechanic to currently unemployed. In the past has ran his own Garage in lower Manhattan.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Water is a big problem for Geo. Being as it tends to mess with his mutation at its base level he tries to avoid it whenever he can. He's still able to shower but swimming tends to be a no can do when you sink like a rock. He's also plagued by an avid case of arachnophobia. He tends to avoid all mention and association with them wherevernecessary.
Special talents: Geo is a gifted mechanic of the highest tier. If it's broken and he can take it apart chances are he can fix it.
Fluent in Spanish
MoralityGood/ bad/ neutral/ other: Neutral/Bad : Only in the way of viewing mutants as a dominant species is bad. He's not quite the destruction bent brute he was when he and Abyss replaced the Statue of Liberty but he still believes in pushing the agenda to allow evolution to take it's course giving control to Homo-superiors. His recent experience has shown him more into the eye of a gray area throughout his travels. He's not as quick to condemn all of humanity.
MutationsMutation description: Down to a molecular level Geo shares traits with the earthen material that makes up the ground. With this he is able to manipulate it as an extension of his will sometimes even acting on its own subconscious. Geo carries many of features with the substance such as immunity to electricity, retaining amounts of water leaving him swelled slightly. His cells on a molecular level resemble that of minerals, his cells instead of flaking falls off as sand. Rather than renewing like normal cells his body feeds off of the natural occurring minerals that come in contact with his skin that slowly adapt to his physiology to replace lost cells and general ailments. This also leaves him weighing much more than he appears. The athletically built mutant weighs roughly 600 pounds.
Strengths: Geomancy:
Geo is capable of manipulating earth based substances at will. This includes sand, dirt, stone, boulders, pebbles and with enough effort even concrete. He can easily manipulate Sandy, silty and saline soils. Manipulating clay and peaty soil types can be more difficult at times as they retain more water and unless dry can be resistant to his control. The control also works on mineral elements though refined minerals don't respond to his call.
Golem Anatomy:
Having his body made of a mostly earth based minerals he is capable of building off of this, adding stone and dirt to his frame to build on his structure giving himself enhanced durability and strength. This also allows him to use simple dirt or sand to seal wounds. This works well for flesh wounds healing them within day but deeper wounds such as being stabbed or shot would simple work more as a bandage on the surface, still requiring the removal of any shrapnel. He can rebuild on augmented limbs though only to the degree that they have been built up on. His regular hand still still holds the core of this and as of now he is incapable of regrowing a limb.
Weaknesses and Limitations: Water:
Simply put it acts as a neutralizer. While doused in water he can not maintain his partial golem form and can hardly control the ground around him. Longterm water exposure will cause him severe migraines and nausea. When fully submerged in water Geo sinks like any stone would causing quite obvious complications.
Golem Anatomy:
Being as dense as he is and carrying characteristics of dirt itself it has interesting effects. Firstly his skin doesn't flake like a normal persons. Instead the substance that comes off is more similar to sand causing him to sometimes leave patches of sand where he goes and giving his skin a grainy feel. Weighing far more than a normal man of his size he often has to be conscious of where he sits and especially the wear on the suspension of his vehicles (often modifying them to compensate). He also tends to retain water, over exposure to water tends to cause him to seep water for periods of time after though never fully breaks down his structure. Some swelling is visibly noticeable. As for building his on his limbs into a golem form it is much harder for Geo to maintain than manipulating earth materials. As this actually adds to his physical form it takes a lot to maintain and he can only sustain his hands and his feet being in these bulks forms though not at the same time.
Geomancy:
Geo's ability to manipulate ground matter is relative to his position in relation to the earth. He is at full strength when he is is physical contact with the ground itself getting more and more difficult as he gets distance. Because of this he doesn't do well with being away from the ground for long periods of times. Meaning flying and boat rides were certainly out of the question generally causing him to go delirious and lose consciousness. At full strength Geo's capable of manipulating the ground up to 30 feet from where he stands his control rapidly declines beyond that point. At any given time he is capable of manipulating up to five tons with relative ease. At most he has been able to manipulate at one time was 500 pounds of raw material, though this causes him to burn out and lose his abilities for a short period of time.
Physical AbilitiesGeneral Physical Capabilities: With no augmentations Geo is only as quick and strong as a young man of fair health in his mid twenties. When adding ground mass to his arms he is capable of lifting near a half ton. He has however honed his reaction time in relation to the ground around him. Able to act with the ground as quickly as he can his own arm.
Fighting Style: Geo is very much a brawler. He doesn't have rhyme or reason to his fighting opting more to be reactive. He does prefer to use the ground around him over his own fists as it allows him more unpredicatability
Fighting Style Pros/Cons: Unpredictable in nature simply because he doesn't even know what he's doing next / untrained and sloppy. Ineffective in close combat against people with more advanced training.
History Of Your CharacterTristen Mitchel Ogle was born in Toledo Ohio to two parents who were more concerned with their careers than their two children. It was his older sister April that was his saving grace, working as a buffer between the parents and the fragile young boy. The one thing that ever seemed to click when it came to Tristen and his father was cars. He was a natural of the craft, the inner workings of an engine seemed to make more sense to him than most simple math problems. It was the one bond the two were able to form. So the young Tristan took to school to seek most of his attention, he was outgoing and a charmer with the ladies. Two traits he utilized to gain popularity and more often than not get himself into trouble.
One fateful day the young man decided to flirt with the wrong persons girlfriend causing the football player she was dating to be not so happy. Not an unusual occurrence for Tristen but as the fight ensued he found himself thrown into the school courtyard into an ambush devised by the football player's teammates. They beat the young man to a pulp, but that was when his genes activated. The official documents state that a freak localized earthquake found it's epicenter in the school itself. While the school was evacuated in time with no severe injuries the earthquake was accessed to be a magnitude 7.
After that point Tristen went into hiding from the public he used to love. He found whenever he came in direct contact with the ground he could not stop the trembling. It didn't take his father long to realize what was going on around him. Having followed avidly the activities of the mutant menace he came into a fit of rage that turned itself on his only son. Tristen fought back however, his new found abilities easily giving him the advantage over his father. It was only after getting his own father hospitalized that his mother decided to ship him off to New York where there was a school for kids with his nature of 'problems'.
Xavier's school felt off to the young mutant. He wasn't in the school for a month before things went to hell and the mansion was attacked. He fought alongside the other students as best he could but in the confusion of the aftermath he slipped away from the mansion and off into the city. Making some less savory friends and with a little bit of pulling the young man was able to get his hands on a run down garage in lower Manhattan. Here he learned to apply the one thing his father had taught him to make a profit. Being in the heart of the city left him watching as the city moved further into chaos on the front of mutant rights. When the Registration acts passed Tristen managed to escape the camps, finding sanctuary with other mutants who had banned together in times of need. It was there he had learned of the Order.
As the mutants fought back and the day was won Tristen found meaning and purpose among the people of the Order who gladly welcomed him into their fold. It was through them he renounced his human name, taking up the mantle of Geo as his true name. Working with his fellow mutants brought real passion and motivation to Geo. He fought proudly and without question to further their cause. But nothing gold can stay.
As the ranks and leadership of the Order changed over the years Geo grew restless in his lodgings. The city once seeming so large and full of wonder began to seem small to him so he set off on the road, seeking himself. Making his way across the country he found himself crossing into the borders of Mexico. He really enjoyed spending time in the wide plains of sand. With his abilities to control and work with the sand and earth beneath him he found himself contemplating the world more. The very nature of the races being on the planet and its correlation with the dominating species on the planet. The town in northern Mexico by which Geo had been living during his get away came into chaos of its own. A group of mutants within the town faced prosecution and torment because of their abilities. The innocents, simply wanting peace, had no desire to fight back against the angry mobs. By cover of darkness Geo helped the group of refugees escape using subterranean tunnels to transport them to the other side of the border into the united states where they could start new lives.
Soon word spread. The Geomancer who could get you passage through the border. More and more mutants came. Some bearing gifts, money even food. So the mutant began a lucrative business helping mutants get passage under the U.S. border. It wasn't until years later when he heard of an attack in New York that his attention was turned back to the east coast of the United States. Rising tensions brought old emotions to the surface and without a second thought the mutant was en route to New York City.
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Sample RP: "I don't care what color your money is I said NO!"
An overweight man with a thick handlebar mustache stood behind the counter of a small gas station on the side of the highway. It was a hot winters day on a long stretch of desert in southern Arizona. The bell above the glass door chimed as Geo strode into the small carry out. He wore a thin white tank tank top and a pair of jeans, an easy combo against the surprisingly warm weather. One could only shutter to imagine how it must feel in the hot days of summer. A heavy hikers pack close to the size of him was hoisted onto his back. As he strode his bare feet into the aisles to the left his eyes glanced over the counter. The figure of a young woman stood on the other side of the counter. Obviously distraught and in conflict with the clerk of the establishment. Though with her back facing him all he could see what the back of her hair and a large brimmed hat. Not that it was any of his business. People had squabbles. As of the moment the only thing on his mind was the brisk ice tea sitting in the cooler with his name on it.
"Oh come on. You're the only station for miles." Though she was upset the woman had a lovely voice. It brought a smile to the corner of Geo's lips as he collected several cold bottles from behind the condensed glass door and turned back to the counter. Only pausing to grab a bag of chips before taking his place in line behind the woman.
"Just let me fill up and I'll be out of your hair." A slight catch in her throat pulled a cord in the mutants heart. What sort of a heartless prick would give a woman such a hard time out here in the desert. He had half a mind to...
"Look lady. You're causing a hold up." The man swung his over-sized arm at Geo, his face growing steadily redder by the moment. The woman turned to see where he gestured. She was beautiful, that there was no mistaking. She had soft gentle features and gorgeous blue eyes. Three of them, the third sitting in the center of her forehead. Her expression was that of concern and worry. It was all Geo needed to see to make up his mind. He winked at the woman and strode forward to the counter. "Sorry sir, these damn mutants..." Geo placed his items on the counter and took a wide look around the store.
"You know you should clean this place up more." He spat at the clerk. Shooting him a fowl look as he ground his barefoot into the floor, dirt and sand that had collected giving a rasping sound as he did so. He could feel the dirt through out the store. There was plenty. As soon as he took hold he dirt and sand from throughout the store began to shift and gather, moving quietly to the counter.
"In the desert sand tends to get in every nook and cranny. You should keep on top of that." Holding up a hand like a Sith lord the gathered sand and dirt jumped to attention, forming a tightly clenched stone collar on the clerk as the materials pushed together into a solid form.
Pushing the man back against the wall by means of the collar Geo reached over the counter, hitting the switch to turn on the gas pumps and with a few buttons on the register clearing out the drawer of cash. Turning back to the woman he handed her the money and gave her a warm smile.
"Here. Go fill up and get out of here. I'll keep sunshine here busy." He turned back to the counter and grabbed a bag for his own items as the man still gasp for air against the wall.
"Thank you, I know I should just cover it but..." Geo cut her short. Placing a finger under her chin to bring her gaze to level with his.
"Hey, don't you dare hide to appease them. You're gorgeous and a monument to the next stage of life on this planet. Never forget that." He caught a slight smile catch her lips before she turned and took off out the door. Turning back and the man, now gasping and a interesting shade of purple Geo broke the collar off with a flick of his wrist. The man collapsed to the floor of the ground coughing and wheezing. He'd live.
"You know you're what's wrong with the world today." Geo said calmly as he twisted open his drink and took a long swig.
"You see, the way it's supposed to work. Is we come in, next stage of life and all. You heard that I'm sure." The mutant through a vague gesture back to the woman that was filling up her tank. The mans gasping became slightly less frequent and some pigmentation began coming back to his face.
"And then the less evolved forms of life begin to fade away. But no. You have to fight evolution. Fight nature. That's all you humans can do most the time is disrespect and warp nature for all it's worth. Self first right?" He scoffed as he gathered his bags and strode back towards the door. The angry man was starting to get back on his feet when Geo gave him a parting glance and a not so nice hand gesture. By the time he got out of the station the woman was driving off, aside from himself and the clerk there was not a soul in sight. His bare feet strode across the pavement of the now vacant car lot making his way for the street. While he did miss driving he did have to say he could get around a hell of a lot quicker burrowing through the ground than driving. Not to mention cheaper. At the edge of the street he stopped for a moment to take another long drink before removing his pack to place his newly purchased items.
Geo turned back to look at the pitiful station among the desert. Taking a moment to close his eyes he twisted his feet into the loose dirt. At his will the collected sand in the area began to twist and gather around the shop. More piling in from over the road blurring out the blackened tar with a sandy hue. Pulling his hands together Geo thrust open palms at the shop and the sand took action, thousands upon thousands of grains burst through the plate glass windows, mounds and mounds of sand pouring into the window only stopping when the sand began to pour back out. The mutant let out a slight chuckle as he dusted off his tank top and turned to cross the road. A quick check of his compass let him get directed towards the north east before he dove into the ground, vanishing without a trace.
