[hider=Charter Sheet for Raylan][center][img]http://www.pillowfights.gr/img/cache/photo_3163_850937.jpg[/img][/center] [center][h1][color=a0410d]Raylan Elisha Wilcox [/color][/h1] [i]"The only thing wrong with me is being sober. G-d gave me whiskey to make sure I didn't take over the world."[/i][/center] [hr][hr] [color=a0410d][b][u]Codename:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Cataclysm[/indent] [color=a0410d][b][u]Age:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]24 years old[/indent] [color=a0410d][b][u]Gender:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Male[/indent] [color=a0410d][b]Sexuality:[/b][/color] [indent]Heterosexual[/indent] [color=a0410d][b][u]Relationship Status: [/u][/b][/color] [indent]Single [/indent] [color=a0410d][b][u]Species:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Mutant[/indent] [color=a0410d][b][u]History:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]A happy childhood was never in the cards for Raylan. Born to abusive alcoholic father and drug addled mother. His childhood was more akin to a torture scene come to life than it was anything else. It was a heartbreaking situation to stay the least. Both is parents love him in their sort of messed up way. When they sober, they did everything they could to make up for their intoxicated actions. When they were intoxicated, the beatings were constant, and being used as ashtray wasn't out of the question. His mother was too busy being in a drug included stupor to anything about what was going on. Those few hours a day she was sober, she would tend to him and do just enough to give hope that things may get better. The longer things went on, the more he realized they were never going to get better. There was one night that always stayed with him. He had spent the night in the forest when his father was in a bloody mood. Since Raylan wasn't there was, his mother became the sight of fathers need for brutality. The stupor she was in more than likely saved her life. All the lights were out when he got home, it was like only ghosts and specters where in the house. When Raylan walked into the kitchen and saw what was left of his mother laying on the ground, that was the limit. Rayaln was used to beatings, so much so that he began egging the old man on more and more. Shouting things like 'This don't hurt me known!' 'That all you got old man?!' The old man never failed to met the challenge but Raylan was never going to let him win. When Raylan found his father passed out in the bathtub with the bottle still in his hand. Raylan softly took the bottle and drank what was left of it. An odd feeling of relief came over as he stared a hole into the thing tub. He decided that was never going to happen again. Raylan started beating him as hard as he could. He didn't stop until his knuckles where torn apart. As the old man woke up and groaned in pain, Raylan thought that going to be the end of it. He thought for some reason, that everything was going to be better. He couldn't have been more wrong. When his parents came back home, it took all of three hours for his father to murder his mother. He tried to do the same for Raylan in the form of a stabbing. Thankfully for his father never stuck around to make sure the job was done. He wasn't even fifteen when it happened. Before long he was homeless, sleeping wherever he could and hunting for food wherever he could. He found countless odd jobs making twenty dollars here, thirty dollars there. He spent what he could on food and the occasional place for a shower. If the truth were known, most of all his money went to getting his hands on alcohol and cigarettes. Fate had one happy thing for him. On his way to get the day old bred that was going to be thrown out. He couldn't be hear the sounds of gloves hitting mits. He didn't know what the sound was, but he had to know what it was. As he walked in, he got his very first taste boxing and mixed martial arts. He ran away the moment anyone said a word to him. A few days later while digging for the old the bread. One of the guys from the gym spotted him and offered to buy him lunch. As the lunch went on, Raylan learned that he was gyms owner. In time, Raylan would be taken in by the guys at the gym and didn't take long for the gym to become Raylan's home. He turned into a great fighter, and teacher. He even went back to school and graduated High school. It was like a fairy tale, for once Raylan got to be happy. He had finally found his family. Then his powers manifested. He did everything he could to keep them hidden but it didn't take for the gym to find out about them. Raylan was more terrified of losing everything he had built over the last few years. Things were finally going well. He didn't want to end but he knew deep down that the end was coming. When word got out, Raylan knew he had to leave town. Once again he was homeless, just like when he was a kid. The drinking, smoking and drug use crept back into his life. Only this time, he could fight. He bounced from town to town, staying just long enough for powers for flair up again. A day here, two or three days there. Somehow he found his way to New York City. He did what he could to make enough to survive. He took underground fights and worked for gangs, anything to make ends meat. He hated his life, and started drinking more and more. It wasn't uncommon for him to bounce in and out of prison. One day in the his barren two room apartment, a letter came that told him of a place for mutants. Raylan was quick to dismiss it. It took some time and a lot wearing down but eventually Raylan showed up at The Xavier's Institute For Gifted youngsters. [/indent] [color=a0410d][b][u] Appearance:[/u][/b][/color] [indent] Standing in at just under five feet eleven, he carries 180 pounds on a lean body fit for fighters. Raylan body is covered in scars, more from his abusive childhood than fighting. He has two tattoos, one of dragon on his left arm and chest, the other of a phoenix on his right arm and chest. Both are half sleeves that extend over his chest muscle. Raylan is a ruggedly handsome man. Dark, short hair with the sides kept shorter. His eyes are dark, almost like coal, they always seem empty or hollow. It's rare to see him in anything over than jeans, boots and t-shirt. His wardrobe is very small, more a product of a transient lifestyle than fashion tastes. He does wear a [url=http://gloimg.rosewholesale.com/ROSE/201307/source-img/1375151250791-P-978433.jpg?01] leather jacket[/url] that he is fond of. [/indent] [color=a0410d][b][u]Powers:Magnekinesis[/u][/b][/color] [indent] Raylan is a mutant with the power to manipulate magnetic fields to achieve a wide range of effects. The primary application of his power is control over magnetism and the manipulation of ferrous and nonferrous metal. He can manipulate a number of individual objects simultaneously and has assembled complex machinery with his powers. He can also affect non-metallic and non-magnetic objects to a lesser extent and can levitates himself and others. He can also generate powerful magnetic pulses. Another way in which Raylan uses his power is the projection of force-fields which block out matter and energy. These fields are strong enough to withstand a few direct hits but not many. For all the power that Raylan is capable of. It's controlling it that is more often than not the real struggle. While others have to learn to use their powers to greater effect. Raylan has to learn to control and less power. While using magnetic fields to lift a single isn't an issue, it's multiple objects that puts him under stress. His current limit is only three while maintaining control. Pulses and force fields are a great ability to call upon. However the stress and strain it puts his body make a ability that can be used seldom. [/indent] [hr][hr] [center] [img]https://em.wattpad.com/bd9fadd8ea2f175e878c047de77c73ebe2a3fc5d/687474703a2f2f7777772e636f6e7669637465646172746973746d6167617a696e652e636f6d2f696d616765732f73746f726965732f626f78696e672d666967687465722e6a7067?s=fit&h=360&w=360&q=80 [/img] [/center] [hr][hr] [color=a0410d][b][u]Personality:[/u][/b][/color] Raylan has a tendency for brooding and a predilection for self-harm. While he isn't for cutting or burning himself. He sure isn't shy to alienate others. Although its rare, coming home with more than few bruises and days worth of alcohol in his system is never out of the question. He isn't what most people would call gregarious. His circle of friends is small and filled with questionable people. He isn't one to talk about past events, at all... Ever. He has an obsessive and addictive personality. If something interests him has to learn about it. Eating, sleeping are optional to him. He loves to train, workout and play guitar. It's when his hands are idle and boredom hit that he becomes dangerous. It isn't uncommon for him to be off by himself training or playing his guitar, if you can even find him at all. Under the gruff and cold exterior, there is a tiny light of hope. Raylan hates to see people suffer. He is always willing to help people who are willing to get hit and get back up. The hungry, the poor, the abused break his heart. He can not, and will not abide a bully. Life at The Xavier's Institute For Gifted Youngsters is very far from his comfort zone. A little voice in his head keeps telling to him protect himself. [color=a0410d][b][u]Likes:[/u][/b][/color] [indent] Drinking Smoking Fighting Training PLaying Guitar Fixing Things [/indent] [color=a0410d][b][u]Dislikes:[/u][/b][/color] [indent] Authority Figures Boredom Telepaths People asking questions Bullies Poor and Hungry people Himself [/indent] [hr][hr] [center] [img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/de/fc/1e/defc1e6798c2847394e3ce3622714860.jpg[/img] [/center] [hr][hr] [url=https://youtu.be/XFlRxMJPM_0] Barton Hollow - Civil Wars[/url] [i][sub]"Ain't going back to Barton Hollow Devil gonna follow me e'er I go Won't do me no good washing in the river Can't no preacher man save my soul "[/sub][/i] [color=a0410d][b][u]Extra[/u][/b][/color] [indent][/indent] [/hider] [hider=Raylan's Relationships] [center][h1][color=a0410d] Raylan Elisha Wilcox [/color][/h1] [img]http://www.pillowfights.gr/img/cache/photo_3163_850937.jpg[/img] [color=a0410d]{[/color][i]Why everyone gotta keep bring old shit?[/i][color=a0410d]}[/color] [color=fff200]♦ Respects [/color]~*~ [color=0054a6]≈ Neutral[/color] ~*~ [color=8dc73f]♣ Friends[/color] ~*~ [color=00a651]♫ Best Friends[/color]~*~[color=f26522] § Tense[/color] ~*~ [color=ec008c]♥ Crush[/color] ~*~ [color=92278f]♠ Signif] icant Other [/color]~*~ [color=ed1c24]∅ Enemies[/color] [hr][hr][/center] [color=ec008c]♥[/color][color=0072bc][b]Grace Potter[/b][/color] [color=ec008c]♥[/color] [i]"Little Dove."[/i] Raylan always liked he or at least he wants to. She's one the few people Raylan has nothing bad to say about. Which is saying a lot for a guy like him. [hr] [color=f26522] § [/color][color=00aeef][b] Sophie Blackthorne [/b][/color] [color=f26522] § [/color] [i]"Who?"[/i] Raylan heard Frank said something about some her once. Maybe. [hr] [color=8dc73f]♦[/color] [color=00a651][b]Francis Latour[/b][/color] [color=8dc73f]♣[/color] [i]"He maybe the only real friend I have."[/i] No matter what he says or how he acts, Raylan has a massive amount of respect for Frank. Their is relationship is closer to brotherhood than friendship. Now that being said, neither one is afraid of the other. Both are ready and willing to go at it on a moments notice. When all the fighting is over and the dust settles, they are still friends. [hr] [color=f26522] § [/color] [color=lightblue]Loki Cage[/color] [color=f26522] § [/color] [i]"Ain't a one named their damn kid Loki Cage. He made that up. [/i] Raylan has no idea who this person is why the hell they chose a name like Loki Cage. [hr] [color=f26522] § [/color] [color=8793ca]Taylor Jason Garrick[/color] [color=f26522] § [/color] [i]"I'm about damn tired of you asking about people I don't know. "[/i] Raylan doesn't know or want to know this person. [hr] [color=f26522] § [/color] [color=f7976a] Aaliyah Cruze[/color] [color=f26522] § [/color] [i]"Like the car? She come in a turbo diesel?"[/i] Raylan thinks she's car. [hr] [/hider]