Individual AttributesCharacter's full name: Brody Mulrae
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Flux
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Date of Birth: (09/23/1987)
Nationality/ Ethnicity: American, Caucasian
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Born in Los Angeles, California. Lives in New York, New York.
AppearanceHair color and style: Dirty blonde; short, spiked and messy.
Eyes: Green
Height: 6'0"
Build: Slim, Athletic
Visible mutation: None
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Pierced earlobes.
Other features:Everyday clothing style: Casual and eccentric. Graphic t-shirts, hoodies, jeans, suit jackets, rose colored sunglasses and plaid colored converse. He likes to stand out just enough at the time he's around, but to later be forgotten when he's gone.
Uniform: None
Sleepwear: Boxers and a t-shirt
Miscellaneous clothing: CharacterPersonality: Generally good natured but easily opportunistic and conniving to get himself out of trouble. Highly sarcastic and glib when on the defensive; oblivious and naive when it comes to his relationships with others. Brody is more intelligent than people give him credit for, going out of his way to put people at ease and off their guard by acting the fool. If people knew how smart he really was they'd expect a whole lot more from him, and that's just way too much of a burden to deal with.
Hobbies/ Interests: Petty thievery, theoretical physics, causing poblems for other people, sticking his nose where it doesn't belong.
Job or part time job and description: Part time troublemaker, full time jackass.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Having his freedom threatened.
Special talents: Skilled at sleight of hand and pickpocketing; partially ambidextrous.
Morality Neutral: He looks out for himself with a rogue's mentality of "Me first, everybody else later." But having an overly developed conscience softens his edges to keep him from being an outright jerk willing to hurt people just because he can. He doesn't like seeing people suffer, more so when he's the cause of it, but he doesn't mind seeing people get what they deserve, especially those who bring real harm to others. This makes him a bit of a hypocrite, but he's alright with that.
MutationsMutation description: Brody's mutation allows him to generate spatial distortions within a localized area - roughly a 20 meter radius - that alter gravity according to his will. He possesses no control over lessening or increasing the gravitational pull over an object or person, rather, he is simply able to change the direction that gravity affects them: instead of it pulling down it could be altered so things fall upwards, backwards or even sideways. Things altered react accordingly to having the ground dropped out from beneath them: Such as a person finding themselves suddenly standing upside down on what used to be the floor beneath their feet resulting in their falling upwards (or downwards to them) onto the ceiling where they could then stand and move around without further complications - if the fall weren't too great to have caused injuries. Things passing out of his field of control, or released outright, continue to travel for a distance as normal gravity reasserts itself. Dropping things sideways and sending people tumbling away are the most common uses of his power. Those falling upwards would travel the maximum sixty feet under the influence of his power before natural gravity kicked in and slowed their ascent, pulling them back down seconds later.
Strengths- Fluid Equilibrium: Brody possesses an innate sense of balance, sort of an, that allows him to function quite well when changing gravitational direction on himself. Shifting gravity to let himself run up walls, then onto ceilings comes as naturally as running on a flat surface does for others. He is even capable of falling according to his own desires, where other people may tumble as the sidewalk is ripped out from beneath them he can "drop" stationary without injuring himself. For others, the sudden change in direction can be extremely disconcerting as the world is literally turned on its ear. Those with a high degree of agility or enhanced dexterity are likely to find it easier to cope, and those capable of flight may find it a small annoyance, at best. And with gravity changing around him he doesn't have to worry about losing the contents of his pockets when he's upside down - always a plus!
Flight? Yeah.. no: Attempting to fly simply means falling upwards and forwards, eventually reaching termincal velocity no matter what direction he travels. Slowing himself down requires he shift gravity in the opposite direction before letting himself return to the ground.
Weaknesses- Gravity is heavy!: Generating gravitational distortions takes a toll on the body; changing the focus on himself, or objects of roughly equal mass and weight is generally easy to do, requiring only his concentration. But constant overuse or altering anything larger causes his power to start rebounding on himself, causing physical stress related injuries - the larger the object the more severe the damage. Headaches leading to debilitating migranes are only the beginning of ovetaxing his body, continual use on larger objects, or simply trying to shift the gravity on something at a much greater scale causes more serious dammage: fractures, internal hemmoraging and possibly even immediate death if he doesn't heed his body's warnings. At several hundred pounds his vision begins to blur from pain. A thousand pounds, his nose is bleeding and his heartbeat is highly erratic. More than that and he really needs a hospital - soon.
Secondary mutation description:Strengths:Weaknesses:Fighting StyleExplanation: "Run and Hide!" Having learned to fend for himself from a relatively young age, Brody has a very acute fight or flight sense. He knows when to run without succumbing to panic, and he's a wiley bastard in his own right, who's more than capable of elluding most pursuers.
Pros for fighting style: You can't hit what you can't reach.
Cons for fighting style: People hate to lose, especially when they have a snarky coward taunting them as he runs away. Grudges are bound to arise.
Faction AllegianceUnaffiliated
History Of Your CharacterBrody was a late bloomer to the mutant game, already twenty years old when he began to manifest his abilities. At the time he was a promising undergraduate student working towards a Phd in physics at UCLA; his parents were overachievers themselves and they had their own high expectations of their son, going so far as demanding he meet or excede the goals they had already accomplished - if they could see him now, they would be very disappointed in his chosen path. Back then he was both intelligent and highly motivated, always striving forward to reach the next plateau and to show everybody his worth. But things changed rapidly when his mutation started intruding in his life. Not even realizing what he was for some time he simply thought the headaches he was suffering from were simply stress related - too much lab time and not enough rest, maybe - but when it became apparent that a number of his experiments began breaking the laws of physics themselves is when he started to worry.
Others who tried were unable to come close to repeating the results and soon accusations of falsified data and cheating were being spread around the campus. He paniced. Everything was on the line. His reputation, his name.. his future. Everything he had worked for years for was going down in flames, and he felt as though he were going insane. Nobody believed him. He was even starting to doubt himself.. how could he have accomplished things that couldn't be at all replicated? He had successfully generated a magnetic field that altered the flow of liquid mercury in differing directions - but others couldn't. He had caused multiple objects of varying weights within a vacuum to fall at different speeds - but others couldn't. It was impossible and yet he didn't. But others couldn't. Why not? Desperate to find the answers and proof against the allegations being thrown at him from all directions he broke into the physics department to recreate his experiments - with disasterous results.
He took out two classrooms of the South Campus when he lost control of himself; the hundreds of pounds of lab equipment was demolished, looking as though it had all been somehow thrown as a wrecking ball to rip through the adjoining walls. Brody was left in no better shape, suffering internal bleeding and multiple broken bones. The injuries he sustained allowed him to go without further suspicion - a mutant attack on the school was blamed for the destruction caused, and the authorities declaring they wouldn't rest until they found those responsible for the terrorist act. Brody was frightened and filled with guilt over what had happened, now beginning to understand why things were going so terribly wrong for him. He was one of THEM. One of the freaks that everybody was so afraid of, the ones who put the rest of humanity at danger. He fled California and those sentiments quickly vanished from his mind. Falling in with the wrong crowds of mutants who used their powers for their own exploits, usually at the cost of other people's expenses, he soon began to enjoy having these unique abilities. It didn't take him long before he found this sudden freedom an exhilerating prospect. There was no one to tell him what to do, or when to do it, no overbearing parents to tell him how he had to do better to prove something; he could go anywhere he wanted and do absolutely anything - anything at all - completely unhindered.
He found his way to New York in search of further excitement, and hell if he didn't find what he was looking for. So much to do, so much to see, and he had both the will and the means to live his life as he pleased there. He picked up a myriad of other bad habits from pickpocketing people on the subways to cheating people out of their money out on the streets - three card monte, anyone? Other down on their luck mutants were always so willing to give a little advice here and there in exchange for a smile and someone to call their friend. Brody would hate himself if he could really see what he had become, just another jackass who used people to get his own way. He used to hate people like that - but that seemed like a lifetime ago in only a few short years. Now it was survival of the fittest, where brain would surely win out over brawn and intimidation. You'd be surprised how much you can live with doing when you had the right justification. And still there was that nagging voice in the back of his head that kept him from taking things too far. How long until that was completely drowned out?
RoleplayWhere did you learn about this site?: Mirror.
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: None
Sample RP:His face hurt, his mouth tasted of blood. Tonguing the inside of his lip he could already feel it starting to swell. But still he grinned from where he lay, resting up on his elbows, knocked on his ass from the hard right-hook Markus had thrown at him. "Oh come on, man! It was just a joke!"
Cornered in the alleyway by the larger thug, Brody was far out of his league in this battle of fists. Markus stood nearly half a foot taller with a good twenty pounds of muscle - he got his way by beating people until they gave into him; their money, their jewelry, he'd even taken a few cars at gunpoint. And now this street tough bruiser had his focus on the mouthy jackass lying prone before him.
"Joke?!" Markus' scream almost became shrill as the anger started to overwelm him, both hands still clenched tightly into fists. "My brother's going to prison because of you!"
Brody was quick to offer a retort in his own defense, holding up a finger as though to punctuate his point. "Technically, he's going to prison because he's a drug pushing asshole." Maybe not the wisest choice of words. Neither were what followed after. "I just helped him along abit."
"My little brother's going away for LIFE and you think this is funny?!" The shockwave of Markus' screams could almost felt as his rage welled up inside of him. If looking big and scary and having the lung power to deafen people with your screams were all you needed to get ahead in life, then Markus could live like a King.
"Yeah,
that's the funny part.. y'know, if I have to explain the joke-" Cut off from continuing his taunts as Markus lunged towards him again. "You piece of crap!" One heavy booted foot lifted up to deliver a stomping kick to Brody's face. The world twisted around as a crack of pain shot through his body and Markus found himself laying face down against cold, hard brick and mortar.
"That.. is really going to bruise.. " Brody's voice came as Markus' senses returned to him, the blur slowly fading from his vision as he made his way up, staggering to his feet. What the hell just hit him?! It couldn't have been the little bastard he had just cold-cocked.. who was now standing infront of him, hands tucked into his pockets with an all too concerned look on his face.
"What.. ?" Markus mind reeled at finding himself standing upright on the side of the alleyway's wall. The flat concrete floor to his left and open sky to his right beyond the three stories of once vertical brickwork apartment; the world had completely turned on its side. "You-.. You're a mutant?!" Teeth bloodied form having been dropped sideways into a wall gritted hard, Markus' hatred now overriding whatever fear and apprehension he felt only seconds earlier. A hand reached deftly to the gun he kept hidden beneath the back of his coat.
"Goddamn freak! I'm gonna kill y-" Now it was Markus turn to be cut off with a single utterance from the wide-eyed idiot soon to be staring down the barrel of a gun. "Wall!"
Wall? What the hell did that mean? Markus had only enough time to wonder as he raised the revolver up to fire, three shots ringing out as he tumbled end over end into the other brickwall that closed off the alleyway.
"Yeeaah.. No." Turning on a heel Brody started walking up the other wall he was still safely grounded on, towards the roof of the building; the unconcious bruiser slid gently down the short few feet to the concrete below where he had come to rest on the opposite wall to sit slumped over, revolver at his side. Brody could already hear the police sirens in the not so far off distance responding to the report of gunfire. They could take clean up the mess, he had other things to tend to.. popping the cap from the pillbottle he kept in his pocket, tossing one into his mouth to get a jump on quelling the magnitude 12 headache already starting to form.
I hope you will have fun here for a very long time 
