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Character's real name: Keith Peter Cloke
Codename: Nexus
Gender: Male
Age: 22 appearance/ 48 actual (needs explanantion)
Nationality/Ethnicity: Irish/wiccan
Birthplace: Dublin
Personality: Friendly, supportive, protective, outgoing
Notes (hobbies, phobias, worries, ect.):
Hobbies; Computers, reading, rock climbing, swimming, strategy games
Phobias; Clostraphobia, and being left alone.
Wories; Finding his full potential and having to be killed.
Side (good, bad, or neutral): Good/Neutral
Everyday clothing: Casual (Blue denims, tshirt, jumper, boots)
Uniform (optional;if you become an X-Man, your uniform will receive an >X-Men logo):
Gambit's uniform (w/o trenchcoat)~ Teal instead of blue and pink areas.
Pajamas: Black boxers and a smile
Hair color and style: Fair with lighter tones, shoulder length, stylishly
unkempt, (see yuki eiri)
Eye color: Mossy (blue/green)
Height: 5'9
Build: medium, fit
Scars: Minor on right temple caused by a fight in his budding mutant years.
Tattoos: Tribal dragon on left hip
Piercings: Both upper earlobes, single silver stud
Description of ability(ies):
1; Energy manipulation~ The ability to manipulate and control energy in >most forms, depending on quantity and type.
Can Absorb the energy and redirect it as a blast/shockwave or as an
electrical discharge. (ie charge a car battery) or internalise it for
healing efforts. (At higher levels may probably be able to heal others too)
2; Psionic crystals~ The hair on his body are actual crystal strands and fully maleable as hair is, though when not concentrating they take their normal color tone.
The hairs are sensitve to sound and vibrations.
He has the ability to create and reabsorb only his own psi crystal's and fashion them in any design.
Ie, a spoon, a cup, armour, a buckler sheild.
The crystals are created seperate from his body and are toughness equal to glass. Though if he created a brick of psi crystal obviously it would be more durable.
If still joined to a crystal when it chip's/breaks/shatters he feels pain equal to the damage caused.
Cons (weaknesses) of ability(ies):
1. Needs a certain amount of sunlight (4 hours midday sun max) to keep him from becoming ill. Deprevation leads to shakes, headaches, hunger, migraines, unconcioussness.
2. Sound and vibrations, These cause him to react like cats or dogs, >wanting to run away and causing migraines depending on the volume of the >noise.
Fighting style (if any): Judo (adept)
History of your character:
Born in 1962 he led a normal childhood, some bullying, average grades and a few cases of romance.
But his skill was drawing, which he spent hours doing,volunteering for >stage backdrops and for art competition's.
In his final year of high school, he realised his latent mutant gift's.
As he walked through the reception area of the school he saw a group >outside bullying a younger class mate and drag him round a corner.
Having stood up to this bully brfore Keith walked out catching up to them and ran round the corner.
As he rounded the corner he saw his friend pressed against the wall wit h the barrel of a pistol pressed against his right temple. Feeling something inside him erupt, he lifted his hands firing a stunning bolt of energy at the bully, knocking him back to the ground. Looking up shocked the guy took aim and shot Keith in the shoulder.
In later rememberances, Keith swears it was a blind rage, or auto pilot, Crawling to the shooter, Keith looked to him and resting both hands on his neck, used his budding energy abilities to drain him of his lifeforce, healing the gunshot wound, (to paramedics disbelief) and killing the shooter.
For months after Keith spent days in his bedroom drawing and sketching, worrying about his revelation and emerging new abilities.
But eventually he overcame overcame his insecurities vowing never to kill anyones else unless he had no other choice and repeated the school year, suffering minor hardships much to his relief.
Surviving mainly by his skills in art he has maintained a comfortable lifestyle to date, though wonders most times how his life would be had he not developed powers.
Sample RP:
The rain made everything harder, keeping warm. Finding food. Finding >shelter.
As the two trudged through the streets they looked to one another.
"Usual again, i guess."
"Guess so, ill use the one over there."
Walking through the underpass the cars ran noisely overhead. Sitting down >Kieran huffed as his cough had gotten worse lately.
"Found one. Its over here."
Huffing again Kieran got up and went over to Keith.
"Here." Holding out his hand, he took Kierans.
Placing his hand on the outer covering of a live electrical wire, small >discharges could be seen running along his hand and up along his arm.
Breathing deeply he closed his eyes. "Tell me when your alright."
As the energy flowed through Keith into Kieran, both relaxed and enjoyed >the waves of warmth that washed over them.
After a few minutes of sitting quietly, "Ive had enough." Kieran said >pulling away.
"Are you sure?? Ill keep charging if you need more. We havent had food in a >while, you need to keep your energy up."
"I know, but you know i get headaches, i cant hold as much as you."
"Alright. Im nearly finished." Taking his hand from the wire, small rods of >electricity ran between his hand and the wire.
"I do feel better though, thank you." Kieran said
"Your welcome. Come on, we need to get back, its getting dark."
Heading back they both stopped just at the edge of the underpass, looking >out at the rain and enjoying the last bit of warmth before stepping into >it.
As they got back to the abandoned block of flats they smiled.
Home. Theirs was halfway up, which meant more walking, but greater privacy.
As they walked into the flat Kieran moved to the centre of the room >followed by Keith.
Flames appeared in Keiths hands causing steam to rise in the blistering >cold of the room.
"God its freezing in here, we need bigger flames, k."
"K." Kieran replied.
The flames doubled in size instantly, heating the room up. As Keith kept >the flames burning the flat soon started to warm up considerably.
"Feeling better??" Keith asked.
"God yeah, the heat helps alot."
"Good, is there anything in the fireplace??"
"Yeah, go ahead throw them in."
Walking to the fireplace in the other room Keith tossed both the flames in >setting a bright warm blaze alight.
Settling by the fireplace the two friends rested close together and fell >asleep.
During the night Keith awoke to the sounds of the front door slamming.
Rising instantly he saw Kieran wasn't beside him and dashed for the front >door, flinging it open in time to see Kieran walking for the stairway.
Catching him under he shoulders Keith pulled him back from the edge of the >stairs sitting down.
"What're you thinking, idiot."
All he got in reply was a moan as Kieran's head slumped to the side.
"Kieran, wake up!"
Dragging him back into the flat Keith left him by the fire place as the >flames roared again.
"Kieran, Wake Up!!!" he shouted as he shook him.
Looking around the flat he saw nothing he needed and ran for the door, As >he shut it over he lingered for a minute, the door handle loosing its >metallic shine. Then ran on.
Stumbling past a diner he caught the psi impression of a group of mutants >inside and ran in.
Aware that he looked like a begger in a royal palace he didnt care. Looking >around the packed diner he closed his eyes and followed his instincts.
Opening them abruptly as his knee hit a table.
"Hey, fella, having your eyes open helps ya see where your going." the >stranger snickered at his own comment.
He didnt recognise any at the table as mutants.
A guy, 18 he guessed, a girl roughly 20 and another guy 20 aswell sat to >one side and a man and a woman, around 30 each sat opposite them.
Leaning onto the table he spoke low but fast.
"I need your help."
"Look guy, were not interested, so just leave ok." he replied again.
"Shut up lighter, i need help, for my friend."
The woman looked up and placed a hand on Keith's.
"Dont draw attention, ok. Were coming outside, go wait for us."
Not wanting to waste his chance, he left immediately.
"What'd he call me??"
"Lighter, its street slang for a pyrokinetic, he knows who we are now come >on quick."
Meeting the stranger outside they all walked to a quiet part of the car lot >before speaking.
"Whats wrong with your friend??" the woman asked.
"I dunno, hes unconciouss and he wont wake up. He's had a cough for a while >now and ive been healing him but it hasn't helped."
"Healing him, what are you a witch doctor??"
The woman was about to speak when Keith stepped forward.
Lifting the smart mouthed guy off the ground he held him there against the >wall.
"Guy put me down or your gonna burn!"
"Go ahead, fire cant hurt me, but i can make it hurt even you."
As he spoke two blue energy blades extended slightly from Keith's wrists, >one moving steadily closer to the guys neck.
"Dont do it, put him down." the man said from behind.
Keith let the guy drop instantly turning to the man who spoke.
"Im sorry, i didnt mean to, its a nervous reaction. Im worried for Kieran."
"Its ok, tell us where your friend is. My names Storm." the woman said.
"Keith." he answered.
"We live in an abandoned block of flats about 15 blocks from here."
"Well lead the way."
Looking at them once he started back.
Coming to, Kieran look's around the room and seeing only the fire burning >low in the fireplace he gets up, shaking slightly as his head spin's.
Making his way to the door, he notices the lock is stuck.
Muttering to himself under his breath he slammed his shoulder against the >door. It didnt budge. Getting annoyed he started to beat the door with his >fists.
Harder and harder he beat at the door, eventually shouting with >frustration, he slammed both hands against the door sending it flying down >the stair well.
Smiling weakly he made his way for the stairs.
Walking the streets he couldnt help knocking into things, lamp posts, >people, bin's.
As he turned a corner he realised he was completely lost, and didnt have a >clue where he was.
Kneeling down he buckled over holding his chest as it started to cramp up.
Lifting his head suddenly he let out a howl. Sounding like a high pitched >wolf call, it rang as if he was shouting through crystals, giving it an >eerie chill.
And he waited, listening. Hearing nothing he roared again, but cut off >coughing.
Trudging through an alleyway, Kieran fell over as he hit his knee off a >trash can trying to find his way back home but he didnt remember as many >light's or as many people in the city.
Stepping onto a bottle he slam's into a wall knocking his head hard and >falls unconcious.
A couple walking by see Kieran lying unconcious in the alleyway and get him >brought to a nearby hospital.
An intern at the hospital, recognises him as a mutant from his bloodwork >and test results and gets him moved to a secure facility.
Getting back to the apartment block Keith see's the door lying to the side, >two big dents on one side.
Storm walk's over to the door.
"Logan, come here. Is it me or has the lock and hinges been melted??"
Kneeling closer Logan examined the door.
"Your right, but how did it get down here? From up there???"
Swearing quickly, a blast of air was felt as Keith shot up through the air, >kneeling on the landing of the 2nd floor and dashed up the rest of the way.
Dashing through the apartment he looked around and came out just as the >group were walking in after him.
"He's not here! He must've knocked the door out and gotten outside."
"What does Kieran look like??" Logan asked.
"He's 22, 5'7, thinner than me, but fit. Black hair, brown eyes." Keith >answered.
"And he knocked a door down weilded to the frame down the stairwell??"
"Well, i melted the metal to keep him locked into the flat. Obviously it >didnt work."
"We'll go over how you did that later, and how he got out, right now we >need to find him. Where would he go???"
"I dont know. He doesn't go very far usually, but he's . . not . . . . >well." Cocking their head's to the side together, Logan and Keith listened >to something.
"What is it??" Storm asked.
"Sounds like, someone howling."
Keith threw his head back and roared out loud aswell, a similar eerie ring >to it.
The group stood shocked watching him as he howled.
As he stopped he listened and suddenly bolted down the stairs.
"There's another one, over that way, about a mile." Logan said, dashing >after Keith.
~End~
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