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Spasm ran and stopped himself from treading on the girl as she fell. The pain he felt from that was awful, no wonder she'd collapsed. "Looks like I overestimated your capabilities somewhat, then again, my powers are incident based" he muttered to himself. "Well, I'm not going to hurt you, my temper can be quite bad, I'm sorry." He knew that he was falling on deaf ears. He felt her pulse-alive, good, some had been less lucky...Carefully, tenderly, he picked up the girl, she was lying across his arms. Well-now what?

His home was a short walk away, and that was probably easiest. No one would question him so long as he made his badge visible-after all, for all they cared she was just some drunk mutant that a police officer had taken pity on. He put the girl down-gently, attached his badge to his overcoat, and picked her up again. The pain was fading for him, slowly.

He carefully walked in the direction his house. It was getting later-less people around now. Less people to question what was going on. The truth , nothing was going on. He was going to give her the spare room as promised, and prepare a hearty breakfast for her once she got up. Mutants must stick together.

The hardest part was negotiating the stairs to his first floor apartment , and having to carefully rest the girl on the floor-most of his neighbors were still out or in their flats already. He was glad now, that he'd splashed out on a two bedroom apartment-he was going to have a guest after all.

Home-simple but it was his, the white walls were reasonably blank-save for the wooden crucifix above the front door. A black leather sofa and small Television were carefully arranged. Two small windows with a view of the street, curtains were drawn, little sunlight was coming through. Entering the 2nd bedroom was easy, it was as clear as your average empty room-the bed was there, it was basically a mattress, but it was a double bed. There was also a small wooden cupboard, enough for her to put belongings in if she so wished. Another small window was present in the room, again curtains drawn. It was too high up to climb through-and the fall would likely kill anyone who tried to use it. He locked it just in case. He placed the girl upon that bed , and quickly locked the front door.

He left a series of notes for her hand, saying not to be afraid , apologising for his lashing out , that he wasn't going to contact his superiors and that she wasn't a prisoner, telling her where the shower was, what time to expect breakfast (or dinner if she woke up), not to try and use the window to leave as there was a severe drop that would likely kill her, he prepared bed sheets , neatly ironed and creased. Placing them on the cupboard with a note on that as well to say what they were. He brought a clock for her , and set the alarm to 7 am sharp. He set his alarm for 6am . He changed into his dressing gown and pj's and started watch TV in his lounge.  It was 8pm.

At Caleb's admonishment Spasm went red, the scene of the crime and the fact that the City Rat had escaped had made him forget his manners.  He needed to make a good impression with his partner, otherwise Johnson would never be caught, He looked down, regained his composure and spoke again, in the typical apologetic Brit sort of way.

"My apologies Swartz, it's just this guy...he's sick. He's a serial killer, bursts into homes men, women, children, he doesn't care.  Cannibalisation is common. He will take whatever he can carry that's valuable and then leave. He's capable of turning into a particularly large and unpleasant form of rat-mutated by being in the sewers-and goodness knows what else he's learnt since being in prison." He then smiled returning to a cheerful sort of voice "Also, vanilla human eh? Well I hope you're able to get back to the protests soon" He then returned to the topic at hand.

"I managed to corner him in a back alley after a foot chase,part of the reason I was promoted, but he'd been evading the precinct for months. We think he has a base of operations somewhere in the city, but we haven't been able to find it yet. " Spasm then straightened up and said very clearly "Now as I said before, Whiskers,  you lead with your nose, and I'll follow with your feet"

The techies had now bagged the corpse, Spasm would have to look at that later in the autopsy, after identification of course. Not that it would tell him much about anything, as he already knew who the perpetrator was. He could still smell the blood-the metallic taste doesn't fade that quickly-but it wasn't as bad.

Then, a rather furry looking fellow, tail and all-walked towards Spasm and did a rather unnecessary salute, still who was he to object?"Your partner reporting, Sir". Again with the acting like he was higher rank? Bizarre. The tail beat from his experience with cats was hardly flattering either . "Caleb Swarz, 24th Precints designated rat catcher. Pleased to meet you", offering a hand and smiling in a fashion that made Spasm...uncomfortable. He responded to the hand first, shaking it in a friendly manner.

Then he spoke."A pleasure, Joseph Linely, MRC Division. You don't have to call me Sir, Caleb-Either Joseph or Spasm will do" .Then quietly with a serious tone "but I would appreciate it if you lost the attitude with your body language-my family had a cat when I was younger and I know what that tail rhythm means. We're both police officers and I will not give you special treatment just because you're different like me"

Raising his voice to its normal levels, he continued."Your nose would come in handy here, this rodent is really nasty, and will likely kill again if we don't catch him quickly." Spasm grimaced as he remembered those victims. Whole families butchered in their homes..."We need to catch this guy Caleb" he avoided tearing up, and smiled in a friendly manner.  "You lead with your nose, I'll follow with my feet". He was glad he had opted for plain clothes today.

This looks like an interesting plot line, count the newbie in   , Spasm happens to be NYPD so would likely be involved (and will probably not be much enamored of Utopia). He would appreciate the help of the X-Men and would likely assist in cooling down any backlash-even though there might be clashes with him if they attack META robots that aren't going rogue.

The girl seemed nervous-too nervous. Her Australian accent was obvious-he knew what it was like there-she was probably an illegal as well. Poor girl. Spasm let a wry smile cross his face. "Young lady, you don't have to worry, believe me I know what it's like to be different. And I have heard what they do to people like us in Australia,which means I understand what your circumstances may be. I also know that there are people who would seek to exploit you. Now-I don't know who your-"
He gave the other girl a dark look-Punk-typical of the gangs round here and...those claws? A mutant! No wonder they'd use her to lure vulnerable people such as this young lady into goodness knows what! Trying his best not to look threatening, he drew his baton from its sheath-and placed himself  in a quick advance between the two girls, facing the Punk.
He continued speaking, though his voice was slightly raised "friend is, but I think it's best you come with me. I have a spare room, a hot shower, and I come with no-"He glowered at the Punk- "strings attached". He wouldn't normally do this, but this girl was in clear and obvious danger. "Then I'll see if I can contact someone who will be able to help you". While he wasn't affiliated with Xavier's school , this girl was far safer with him and their capable hands than here and with goodness knows who.
He reached out his non-occupied hand "Detective Linely, otherwise known as Spasm". He kept his eyes fixed on the Punk, and spat these words at her"If you try anything miss, after planning to do whatever it was to this vulnerable young lady, I shall be forced to arrest you, and you should count yourself lucky I haven't already". 

Individual



Character's full name: Joseph Linely

Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Spasm

Gender: Male

Age:30

Date of Birth: (mm/dd/year) 27/04/1990

Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Boston, UK

Nationality: UK/USA duel citizenship

Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Caucasian-British



Appearance



Hair color and style: Joseph keeps his brown hair in a crew cut, practical, carefully maintained.

Skin Tone: Slightly more pale than your average Brit, but nothing out of the ordinary

Eye Color: Blue

Height: 5”10

Build: Athletic-Joseph goes to the gym when he can (which isn't as often as he'd like) . In his painfully middle class background, he had many fencing lessons, even came 3rd in a couple of minor regional competitions-though he doesn't do it as often as he used to, as with many things , it drifted off at university.

Visible mutation: Not really-though when using the power he may visibly be in pain (as he often will be)

Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: (if applicable) N/A

Other features: N/A



Everyday clothing style: Spasm wears a grey suit-to look professional when uniform is not required, well made but not overly expensive, covered by a black trench coat in the winters, he opts for a lighter grey overcoat when in the summer. In more casual settings he tends to wear practical trousers and a light shirt of some kind, often with one of several tweed jackets that he owns.

Uniform: (if applicable)Standard police officer uniform when on duty

Sleepwear:Grey chequered pyjamas, often with a light dressing gown over them when speaking to unexpected visitors.

Miscellaneous clothing: Spasm wears a silver crucifix underneath his clothing – he finds it comforting and only takes it off when bathing.



Character



Personality: Spasm is stern, often cold with a rather macabre sense of humour, and often in pain due to his mutation's effects. He is friendly enough once one gets to know him , but he can be a little difficult to approach at points. He cares deeply about other mutants safety, and will often aid them if he can and they show respect. He has very little tolerance of humans who attack mutants for being different, and is liable to lash out with his mutation to “show them how it feels”. Literally.

Hobbies/ Interests: Spasm has a love of poetry and fencing-both of which stem from his childhood.

Job or part time job and description: Police detective

Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Spasm is concerned about the prospect of all-out war between humans and mutants, which he sees as inevitable, he seeks to delay it as much as possible. He worries about inadvertently hurting people with his powers, he also has a fear of the urban sprawl.

Special talents: Spasm can fight with a foil, and can fight well with it, however he is a little out of practice. He also has a bachelors degree in Chemistry.



Morality



Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Neutral- he tries to be altruistic when he can afford to be, and will often go out of his way to defend other mutants and humans that are “on side”, however he can be overly hostile and careless about the lives humans who “indirectly side with” those that harm mutants (which he defines as anyone who doesn't help mutants when given the chance).



Mutations



Mutation description:

In short -Spasm can manipulate physical pain. Rather, force others to recall pain and reflect his own pain into others. He is an empath of sorts, in that his nervous system sends off electrical signals that can detect and affect the pain or fatigue of others. He can either cause others to feel pain that he is currently feeling or forcibly recall pain that his victim felt at some point.

Strengths: Spasm can effect physical pain, causing muscles to spasm as the nervous system recalls an incident when the victim broke their arm . In terms of physical pain, Spasm can access any trauma or fatigue that the nervous system of the victim has suffered and force the body to act as if that had just happened. Also, if he is hurt physically, he can make his victim feel the exact physical trauma that he feels. He does not require physical contact with the subject to use his abilities-20ft is the maximum distance, though it causes less recoil the closer he is to his victim.

Weaknesses and Limitations: Spasm cannot read minds e.g. he can cause the arm of his victim to spasm as the muscle recalls a broken bone, however Spasm only knows that it caused pain, not that it was a broken bone, nor the context in which it happened. Spasm also cannot erase muscle memories in any way -other than bringing pain to the surface. He knows that there is a memory of pain , from a certain amount of time ago , in a specific part of the body. He also suffers a “recoil” from surfacing pain memory, which although less severe than what he does to them, effects how much he can use his mutation -i.e continuing with the broken arm example, he will feel a mild pain in his shoulder whilst his victim's arm would likely be unusable. While his abilities don't force him to concentrate hard, using his abilities on too many people at the same time can cause the recoil to become unbearable-which would lead to Spasm being unable to turn his abilities off and eventually falling unconscious. It also takes longer for him to force his victim to recall physical pain sustained longer ago.

The other facet of his mutation only reflects physical pain from his nervous system -it doesn't transfer it: so in order to use this facet of his ability, he must be enduring physical pain..
Joe can concentrate on a maximum of three people at a time. He feels approximately 1/2 the pain he inflicts and will pass out if he hits a pain level of 10. So, if childbirth is a 10, Joe can make 2 baby mommas suffer simultaneously before passing out himself. If a spiral fracture is a 5 on the pain scale ) Joe could make two people who previously suffered spiral fractures to hurt and one baby momma. But not 4 previous spiral fractures because that'd be over the line of the self-set limit of concentrating on 3 people at a time. He cannot reflect echoes of pain caused by his forced recall on others. Fatigue manipulation works the same way and stacks with the pain scale-if he was to say force someone to feel the fatigue of a 2 marathon run (let's call that a 10) , and also inflict the pain of childbirth-he would pass out.

Physical Abilities



General Physical Capabilities: Spasm is quite weak strength wise , while by no means incapable, he's no better than an average man of his fitness .He is fit and quite flexible due to his training in fencing and gym work. He is also not particularly quick, but he can achieve bursts of speed consistent with his fencing training

Fighting Style: When he cannot avoid conflict , Spasm likes to get in close combat with his opponents, using a foil, cane or other long one handed weapon if possible. He will use his mutation to disable his opponents as quickly as possible-particularly if they are using guns.

Fighting Style Pros/Cons: Spasm can be utterly devastating hand-to-hand due to his skill and the benefits of his mutation. However, he cannot use a gun well (much to the dismay of his comrades) , and doesn't like them, and as a result if someone was to try and attack him from a distance, his best option would be to run away (after using his power as a temporary disable to give himself a head start of course).



History Of Your Character

Joseph Linely a.k.a Spasm, was born in Boston to a rather well off family, rather than being born into titles or whatnot, his family were upper-middle class. His father , a senior manager in a tech company, was often away, leaving his mother to care for him and his three siblings. In terms of childhood-Spasm lead a happy life, at least at home. He would admit to missing his father at times, but he got by , and he is grateful for the money which allowed him to graduate debt free and which paid for his fencing lessons as well as the white wine he is still partial to.


Things changed however, around half way through Secondary School, Linely was rarely excluded-save from through choice due to wishing to focus on school work. His general ability with sport allowed him to mix in quite well. However, his mutation hadn't been discovered at this point. He particularly enjoyed fencing competitions, only in regional mind you, as he didn't particularly excel at the sport. He came 3rd in a few of the competitions where many of the stronger competitors were elsewhere. However the school realised that he had some talent (as most other students did not fence) , and as a result he represented them in the sport. It was in one of these matches , at the age of 15, that his power came to light. He was up against an inexperienced opponent, who hadn't properly checked his blades before using them (the judges, unfortunately made the same mistake), and when Linely was hit-he found that he was bleeding. He staggered, nearly collapsing-in anger he felt his mind lash out at his fencing. Suddenly his opponent fell down, first in equal measure to Linely's wound, then...it got worse. While Linely was able to be patched up on scene, his opponent was hospitalised.



Linely's parents quickly realised that he would have to take control of his power-or risk issues with the authorities. While he continued school, and indeed went to university, they paid for “counselling sessions”with a empathic mutant who helped him control his powers -and indeed keep them under control for the most part. Linely was careful to avoid conflict, and was obviously isolated as his school found out about the “freak”-needless to say he was glad to go to university-managing to quietly conceal his mutation as he went to university to study chemistry (where he also picked up a love of poetry). Yet still-he wished to learn more about his powers, and with his counsellor unable to teach more, he heard about the issues with mutants in the USA, surely that would be a place to find more mutants.... He managed to find work at an office in New York where he currently resides.



The few years he has spent in NY were..difficult, concealing his mutation has not been successful, but given how it is a capitol for mutants, that was less of a problem. However one day he was walking after work-it was especially dark out, he walked through a rough area, and some muggers thought they'd try it on with him. He used his abilities. While he didn't intend for it to happen-one of them was his first kill-his heart gave out. Of course there was little that anyone could prove. It looked like the mugger had a heart attack, and his mutation wasn't possibly powerful enough to cause it (so the authorities thought) , and even if it was, this was clear cut self defence (the other two muggers were in no shape to protest otherwise). Still the police force were interested in his unusual gifts, and “suggested” that he keep in contact with them.



Linely decided to work as a standard police officer, his abilities in the force giving him the alias “Spasm”-as that what tends to happen to criminals that don't comply to him. He has been known to look the other way when it comes to mutants that have failed to properly announce their mutations...but that's simply a case of pretending that there's a rational explanation-his training in science helps with that.

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Sample RP:

Spasm let out a sigh, this was only supposed to be a simple apprehension of a petty felon. Letting in another deep breath and trying to sound as calm as possible Spasm spoke-perhaps appeal to his better judgement he thought- “Look man, you can make this a whole lot easier for yourself if you put down that knife”. The man was scared, Spasm could see that, tears were streaked down his face, he was sweating from the chase. There was no-where for this guy to go, a danger of going down a back alley, and these types would fight like caged rats...in one case that was literal... “I will have to use force if you don't come with me now and put down that knife” , the man wasn't hearing any of it.

Very well then-Spasm caused his nerves to twitch-he could feel the pain of the man , every physical ache-gosh this guy is tired! He carefully approached the felon, baton in hand. He was ready for a thrust with the knife should it have come. He sensed the muscle memory needed . Moderately recent. Knife holding hand. It was severe. Good. Spasm's thoughts reached out to the pain, and with a small movement of his left hand, pulled it to the surface. The felon screamed in agony, cursing colourfully. Needless to say the knife was dropped as the muscles in his hand went into shock. “I did warn you sir” Spasm spoke patronisingly as he approached the felon still more , kicking the knife away, and handcuffing his quarry. The slight ache in Spasm's right palm was now fading. -”You have the right to remain silent”.