you know i see a lot of devil fruit users here >_>
And cheking for termites isn´t your main problem as a ship wright XD When you got termites you´ll know! Especially on a ship^^ since the rats will probably get em first and wear them a nice necklace!
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I was born 1994 in Germany, just finished my trainee as as a chemical laborant...So I guess that makes me a Walther Weiss now!
My hobbies stretch far from doing sports, playing video games on my xbox one, playing bass guitar, magic the gathering, reading, larping and guess what? Roleplaying! One could say I am a prototype of a full time nerd and a jock!
So hopefully we can have a wonderfull time together!
I was born 1994 in Germany, just finished my trainee as as a chemical laborant...So I guess that makes me a Walther Weiss now!
My hobbies stretch far from doing sports, playing video games on my xbox one, playing bass guitar, magic the gathering, reading, larping and guess what? Roleplaying! One could say I am a prototype of a full time nerd and a jock!
So hopefully we can have a wonderfull time together!
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I guess that depends what it can do~ scanning can mean many things~ and well Viola has a sort of "Scan" ability
PICTURE OF YOUR CHARACTER: 
Name: Satanìo Ghaoul
Age: 23
Gender: Male
SO: Straight
History: Santanìo was born in a small village on the red-line. It was a rather occult village cut off from the occupied cities run by the marine thanks to a thick and deep forest. The village kept a simple life, worshiping their own gods. It was then that bold bandits headed into that forest and attacked the village. The villagers fought bravely and eventually beat the bandits but during the chaos of combat some managed to steal the village's totem. The totem was a strange fruit being told that it would hold powers like that of a devil.
The villagers fell into despair since they knew nothing about the outsides of the forest and so they selected 3 warriors to regain the fruit they lost.
One was a masked giant, he was send along the red line. The second one was a small, big boned one, he was sent into the wild ocean while the last a rather skinny fellow was send into the calm ocean. The three warriors departed and Satanio headed in towards the calm ocean.
For three years he kept searching and slew every occurring member of the group but never got told where his fruit went and so he faintly forgot what he searched or where he came from. He used so many fake names that all ye can remember now is the name of the god he once worshiped: Santanio Ghaoul.
Personality: Santanìo is a weird guy, he is drooling after every women he sees and flirts with them to the point that he would even discard his own safety but if his life would be endangered to the point of being killed, he would slice them down without a remorse.
Furthermore Santanìo is really hedonistic, he loves and values life and so is always up for drinking or eating in masses.
While it so seems that Santanìo is a simple minded party maniac, lusting after women the first problems would occur when talking to him. He seems to drift off often and sometimes acts completely out of reason, it may be the cause of long periods of loneliness but never the less, Santanio has some screws loose.
When fighting Santanìo keeps a calm head and does not head into combat hot headed. He knows how to fight and is rather mocking his enemy to make faults yet still remains to fight fair.
Other bio: Santanìo already forgot why he joined the crew but it was simple: he needed a lift and the ship was free and after a short combat phase against another crew he decided to stay.
Crew Position: Swordsman / Master of arms
Weapons: A wooden sword which is told to he from the world's tree, even when lit on fire it won't burn to ashes and when cut it will slowly regrow to it's made size. It is said that it is effective against Devil fruits users since it has close abilities to that of a sea stone.
Devil Fruit: Not yet
Abilities: He us a skilled swordsman with a single sword and is able to cut through most things just with his wooden swords which is surprisingly enough.
Santanìo is also a master of illusion, not meaning that he is a wizard but his fighting style contains merging with the shadows his surrounding gives him and so creating shadow like illusions, a trained and skilled individual might see through this but for amateurs it seems like Santanìo has control over shadows and would completely be one with them.
When fighting with fists he relays on agility than strength and so missing the force to take over a fight, also he is doing many unneccesary movements and so draws himself out rather quickly.
Other(if anything): Santanío can whirl his sword at top speed and scratch it over the ground to ignite it and so giving his attacks a certain "extra"
Skills:
Hell´s Shiskebab: Santanío scratches whirls his sword around in top speed to then scratch it over a solid surface to ignite it.
Beelzebub: Seemingly disappearing into the shadow below him, Santanío would strip his mantle and throw it like a shadow like creation at his enemy while he would jump into the air to then striking the enemy from above.
Chupacabra: Using his wooden sheet and sword Santanío would use a sudden dash attack where he would try to impale his enemy with both items.
Belphegor: Santanío would spin around himself, using his sword to create a short tornado of blades and cuts to hurt his enemies around him.
Yao-Guai: Santanío would duck below the enemie´s attack to then trap his feet to let him fall over and finishing him with a downward thrust of his sword, literally impaling him.
Leviathan: Santanío would create a single but strong cut with his sword, going from his lower left to his upper right. (Later he will create an powerfull air-cut with it)
Moloch: This quick attack is useful in every one on one sword fight. Santanío is rapidly stabbing at his enemy, first attacking the center of the enemy before aiming for his hands, legs and feets, it is hard to avoid and even harder to block to best way is to stand out of way.
The key to Solomon: This is Santanio´s ultimate attack, up till now only the Captain had seen it and well both are hoping that they will never have to see or use it again.
(All technics can be combined with the hell´s sword only for the key to Solomon it is a given)
Name: Satanìo Ghaoul
Age: 23
Gender: Male
SO: Straight
History: Santanìo was born in a small village on the red-line. It was a rather occult village cut off from the occupied cities run by the marine thanks to a thick and deep forest. The village kept a simple life, worshiping their own gods. It was then that bold bandits headed into that forest and attacked the village. The villagers fought bravely and eventually beat the bandits but during the chaos of combat some managed to steal the village's totem. The totem was a strange fruit being told that it would hold powers like that of a devil.
The villagers fell into despair since they knew nothing about the outsides of the forest and so they selected 3 warriors to regain the fruit they lost.
One was a masked giant, he was send along the red line. The second one was a small, big boned one, he was sent into the wild ocean while the last a rather skinny fellow was send into the calm ocean. The three warriors departed and Satanio headed in towards the calm ocean.
For three years he kept searching and slew every occurring member of the group but never got told where his fruit went and so he faintly forgot what he searched or where he came from. He used so many fake names that all ye can remember now is the name of the god he once worshiped: Santanio Ghaoul.
Personality: Santanìo is a weird guy, he is drooling after every women he sees and flirts with them to the point that he would even discard his own safety but if his life would be endangered to the point of being killed, he would slice them down without a remorse.
Furthermore Santanìo is really hedonistic, he loves and values life and so is always up for drinking or eating in masses.
While it so seems that Santanìo is a simple minded party maniac, lusting after women the first problems would occur when talking to him. He seems to drift off often and sometimes acts completely out of reason, it may be the cause of long periods of loneliness but never the less, Santanio has some screws loose.
When fighting Santanìo keeps a calm head and does not head into combat hot headed. He knows how to fight and is rather mocking his enemy to make faults yet still remains to fight fair.
Other bio: Santanìo already forgot why he joined the crew but it was simple: he needed a lift and the ship was free and after a short combat phase against another crew he decided to stay.
Crew Position: Swordsman / Master of arms
Weapons: A wooden sword which is told to he from the world's tree, even when lit on fire it won't burn to ashes and when cut it will slowly regrow to it's made size. It is said that it is effective against Devil fruits users since it has close abilities to that of a sea stone.
Devil Fruit: Not yet
Abilities: He us a skilled swordsman with a single sword and is able to cut through most things just with his wooden swords which is surprisingly enough.
Santanìo is also a master of illusion, not meaning that he is a wizard but his fighting style contains merging with the shadows his surrounding gives him and so creating shadow like illusions, a trained and skilled individual might see through this but for amateurs it seems like Santanìo has control over shadows and would completely be one with them.
When fighting with fists he relays on agility than strength and so missing the force to take over a fight, also he is doing many unneccesary movements and so draws himself out rather quickly.
Other(if anything): Santanío can whirl his sword at top speed and scratch it over the ground to ignite it and so giving his attacks a certain "extra"
Skills:
Hell´s Shiskebab: Santanío scratches whirls his sword around in top speed to then scratch it over a solid surface to ignite it.
Beelzebub: Seemingly disappearing into the shadow below him, Santanío would strip his mantle and throw it like a shadow like creation at his enemy while he would jump into the air to then striking the enemy from above.
Chupacabra: Using his wooden sheet and sword Santanío would use a sudden dash attack where he would try to impale his enemy with both items.
Belphegor: Santanío would spin around himself, using his sword to create a short tornado of blades and cuts to hurt his enemies around him.
Yao-Guai: Santanío would duck below the enemie´s attack to then trap his feet to let him fall over and finishing him with a downward thrust of his sword, literally impaling him.
Leviathan: Santanío would create a single but strong cut with his sword, going from his lower left to his upper right. (Later he will create an powerfull air-cut with it)
Moloch: This quick attack is useful in every one on one sword fight. Santanío is rapidly stabbing at his enemy, first attacking the center of the enemy before aiming for his hands, legs and feets, it is hard to avoid and even harder to block to best way is to stand out of way.
The key to Solomon: This is Santanio´s ultimate attack, up till now only the Captain had seen it and well both are hoping that they will never have to see or use it again.
(All technics can be combined with the hell´s sword only for the key to Solomon it is a given)
Revan is right on that~ No hard feelings here but when I am parking in a restricted area I also have to deal with it when my car is getting kept it!
The servant knocked on the door and stepped it without further delay or waiting, he has come in an important matter for the queen. To gather the finest soldiers, she told him and so his duty was now to obtain the man called Vladimir Therion or commonly known as Vlad the butcher,
As soon as the servant entered the room he was surrounded by polished black marmor, shimmering so clean that one could see his own face in it, furthermore many thick woolish curtains would separate the room in many parts, creating a black labyrinth.
"Vladimir Therion! The queen is summoning her finest soldiers, you have proven yourself worthy enough to be called one of them, so make haste" The commanding voice of the servant echoed through the weird and disturbing room.
"The Queen wants to see me?" A crackling and hollow voice answered the servant.
"Wait~ Let me get a more formal dress first" The rattling of cloth and the sounds of steps were somewhere coming from within this dark labyrinth of a room and the servant sighed and looked around. The eyes could barely stay on one spot in this room, they just peeled off and only a dark wooden table would draw ones attention. On the table laid many glass-wares in all sizes and filled with most different things of all colors, also herbs, totems, bones, scrolls and books laid all gathered on that table.
The servant took some steps untill he reached the table and curiously looked and skimmed through the many different things untill he got hold of a small closed phiole, it was round and only a splint was sticking out of it, it seemed like it coudn´t be filled with anything but yet, two liquids were separated by a thin wall of glass cutting the inside of the phiole in half.
The servant pushed the splint and saw how a stick would then break the inner wall if one would increase the force of pushing the splint, he nearly pressed it complete through as suddenly the blade of a rapier came insight and stuck itself in the table, close to the hand of the servant which was holding the glass phiole.
The servant did not dare to move as then a death like breeze whispered to him "An interesting piece of glass-ware isn´t it~ Imagine what liquids might be mixed in this small phiole~"
A gloved hand closed around the hand of the servant and so also surrounding the phiole. "You may have heard of Vinegar, this is one of the two seperated liquids, the other is the extract of the king´s beetle. Each one is relatively harmless~ but mixed together ~ they create a highly venomous gas which can kill in seconds, one would need a mask to not breathe it in."
The servant gawked at the gloved hand and his widen eyes now looked at the source of the voice, a white crow like mask stared at him, the mask of a plague-doctor, the mask of Doctor Vladimir "The Butcher" Therion.
A sudden increase of pressure from the hands of the doctor would break the fragile phiole in the servant´s hand and with a high shroek he turned ash pale and stopped his breath as the doctor would then let go off his hand and turn around towards the exist of the room. With a calm, reasonable voice he continued to talk.
"But~ that was a prototype where both liquids are simple water~" He stopped for a short pause to let the servant realize what he said before beginning again.
"Yet~ if that would have been a real one, you would have been dead, killed by your curiosity" He waited at the door and made a gesture to the servant so that he should hurry and finally show the way towards the queen. Pale and quiet and no trace left of the commanding spirit he had before the servant showed him the way towards the queen´s chamber. The door was already open and it was not empty, the queen and the one they call Drexel of blood were already waiting.
Taking off his mask and so revealing his sickly pale face, Vladimir kneeled down infront of the queen.
"Your beauty is ever lasting oh great queen" Vladimir said in his gravely voice, his eyes facing the ground and waiting for the queen´s orders or more to arrive, what would come first.
As soon as the servant entered the room he was surrounded by polished black marmor, shimmering so clean that one could see his own face in it, furthermore many thick woolish curtains would separate the room in many parts, creating a black labyrinth.
"Vladimir Therion! The queen is summoning her finest soldiers, you have proven yourself worthy enough to be called one of them, so make haste" The commanding voice of the servant echoed through the weird and disturbing room.
"The Queen wants to see me?" A crackling and hollow voice answered the servant.
"Wait~ Let me get a more formal dress first" The rattling of cloth and the sounds of steps were somewhere coming from within this dark labyrinth of a room and the servant sighed and looked around. The eyes could barely stay on one spot in this room, they just peeled off and only a dark wooden table would draw ones attention. On the table laid many glass-wares in all sizes and filled with most different things of all colors, also herbs, totems, bones, scrolls and books laid all gathered on that table.
The servant took some steps untill he reached the table and curiously looked and skimmed through the many different things untill he got hold of a small closed phiole, it was round and only a splint was sticking out of it, it seemed like it coudn´t be filled with anything but yet, two liquids were separated by a thin wall of glass cutting the inside of the phiole in half.
The servant pushed the splint and saw how a stick would then break the inner wall if one would increase the force of pushing the splint, he nearly pressed it complete through as suddenly the blade of a rapier came insight and stuck itself in the table, close to the hand of the servant which was holding the glass phiole.
The servant did not dare to move as then a death like breeze whispered to him "An interesting piece of glass-ware isn´t it~ Imagine what liquids might be mixed in this small phiole~"
A gloved hand closed around the hand of the servant and so also surrounding the phiole. "You may have heard of Vinegar, this is one of the two seperated liquids, the other is the extract of the king´s beetle. Each one is relatively harmless~ but mixed together ~ they create a highly venomous gas which can kill in seconds, one would need a mask to not breathe it in."
The servant gawked at the gloved hand and his widen eyes now looked at the source of the voice, a white crow like mask stared at him, the mask of a plague-doctor, the mask of Doctor Vladimir "The Butcher" Therion.
A sudden increase of pressure from the hands of the doctor would break the fragile phiole in the servant´s hand and with a high shroek he turned ash pale and stopped his breath as the doctor would then let go off his hand and turn around towards the exist of the room. With a calm, reasonable voice he continued to talk.
"But~ that was a prototype where both liquids are simple water~" He stopped for a short pause to let the servant realize what he said before beginning again.
"Yet~ if that would have been a real one, you would have been dead, killed by your curiosity" He waited at the door and made a gesture to the servant so that he should hurry and finally show the way towards the queen. Pale and quiet and no trace left of the commanding spirit he had before the servant showed him the way towards the queen´s chamber. The door was already open and it was not empty, the queen and the one they call Drexel of blood were already waiting.
Taking off his mask and so revealing his sickly pale face, Vladimir kneeled down infront of the queen.
"Your beauty is ever lasting oh great queen" Vladimir said in his gravely voice, his eyes facing the ground and waiting for the queen´s orders or more to arrive, what would come first.
Okey my Silas in now a Vladimir xD I hope I did not missed changing a name >_>
Birth Name: Vladimir Therion
Name origin: The name Vladimir was choosen by his mother, as he was meant to rule over his own life, free from his father.
Alias: Vlad the butcher, Vlad
Gender: Male
Skin tone: pale white
Hair Color: bright blonde
Eye Color: venemous green
Height: Vlad is rather tall with 6,8 feet
Body Build: Vlad is thin, nearly underfeed and one would see the ribcage when seeing him naked.
Faction:The Mad Queen
Affiliation: His heart is pitch black and his soul dark and crumbled like coal
Backstory: At first there were light for Vladimir, there always was brightness and light in his whole life but it was not the warm and comfortable light, no, it was the cold steril light of distance. His father was a well known doctor in the kingdom while his mother was a simple peasant, nothing more than beautiful to look at and usefull for the household. His father agreed to the marriage only because he felt sorry for the poor man and the family and well being unmarried in the ranks he worked with was rather uncommon and so it was perfect for him, for Vlad's mother it wasn´t.
Vlad's father was a high ranked and well known doctor, he even cared about the former queen and also was known to be a bit of a casanova and so Vlad's mother was just being cast aside, sure she got money but she was told to stay in the house and so were kept like in a prison. This also was the reason why she was unlucky and depressive but it quickly changed as she discovered that she was pregnant. Vlad's father wasn´t so happy about his wife being pregnant, maybe it was because he did not wish for a son, maybe it was because He never touched her but he agreed to it that she could carry out her child and so Vlad was born, born in the white household of his father. White walls and cleansed marmor, nothing in a different colour but white.
Like his mother Vlad were first kept prison in the house, his mother loved and cared for him for than any mother could but it all changed when he turned 6. It was because Silas father finally decided that he should visit a school for now and so he also should take over his buisness. While Vlad had less to no contact with his father before, he was suddenly dragged away from his mother and now only knew school or assisting his father with his work. In early ages he saw dead people, sick people, mad people and wounded people and was treated fairly but strictly by his father so that he would learn the most possible from each case. Vlad wrote good notes in school and quickly grew to an independent but social out casted person. He had no friends at school and always remained a cold calm while talking to everyone.
While his father charismatic and cheering, Vlad turned out to be the opposite. Vlad was twelve as his mother could not stand what Vlad turned into or rather what his father turned him into and hanged herself, for Vlad it was an opportunity to secretly dissect his first corpse. He no longer had any love left for this cold dead body and at his father got home, Silas showed him a fake letter where his mother ran off. If his father saw through this or not does not matter because Vlad's life was about to change again.
With the age of 16 sixteen Vlad was treating partisans, priests and parts of the nobles as the day came where the former queen died. His father was send to look what might be the reason for her death and was later found dead, stabbed to death by unknown hands. While some found it obvious that he found something out that should ´t have been found out, Vlad could not care less. As Vlad first saw the face of the new queen, he fell in a sick love with her, he wanted to be close to her and so badly that he made a brutish and quick decision. As the queen now casted aside the conjurers and the brotherhood started their resistance Vlad was now again working for the lower class. So whenever he heard of a case of rebellion against the new queen he used the trust he gained as a doctor and killed the people. Time faded and after over 30 victims fell because of Vlad's hands, he was revealed as the monster that he is but Vlad was prepared. As he was dragged to court he mentioned a place where he would have hide something that would explain this all, it was nothing less than proof of rebellion against the queen from each person he killed. The court was speechless and send him to jail but then after one day, he got visited by the queen herself. He was nearly drooling all over her as he saw her and so barely answered her as he made him an offer to work for her as her personal doctor and part of her army as a commanding position.
Strengths: -Fencing: Vlad is a good fencer and is not to underrestimate
- Medical knowledge: May it be venoms, potions or simple healing or stitching, it all falls under Vlad's aspect of knowledge and only few died under his cold but skilled hands when he was treating them.
- Sneaking: Vlad can be very quiet when he wants to
-Agility: Vlad is despise his tallness very quick and one could barely imagine that
- Acrobatic: Vlad had trained the past year in acrobaticy to raise his efficiency for the queen Bellatrix, he is now a trained assasin, jumping from roof to roof and hiding in the shadows.
Weaknesses: Strength: Vlad is weak and so misses brute force for powerfull attacks
Fragile: Vlad is a fragile person and rather tries to avoid attacks, his very built is not made for taking hits and so if he would take a hit it would surely knock him out.
Wanted: Vlad is well known, he was even known before he killed 30 when he was still a freelancing doctor and was nicknamed "The butcher"
Phobia of dirt: Vlad is hating filthy and dirty places, he despises them. This is probably a left over of his childhood. This phobia goes that far that hr is walking gloved all time and can not touch things with his bare hands unless he is certain that it is clean.
Religion: Vlad is a man of science, he neither has time or need for a god.
Birth month: In the month of infelix, the goddess of misfortunes
I am german! I can´t be less english than i am now XD
Full name: Mick Zaford
Codename: Rewind
From: Good ol´Ireland
Appearance:
"Past, present and future are mixing while i am using my powers~ And you think in this mass of space and time, that i would not find an option to beat the heck out of you?"
Powers: Rewind is possessing a rather complex power. While the first noticeable sign of his x-gene would be a advanced speed, he´s is simply faster than a normal but that by not moving faster, it appear like someone is winding up a tape, the movements are stocking, the limit of this power is yet still to be tested but as he is now he can wind himself up the 4x of a normal human´s speed, going over the four tines wonder up speed does takes a lot of stamina for him. Now when he does use his ability the next noticeable trait of his power would be noticeable, see able after images would appear behind him, like photographs they will stay for a short periode of time making it easy to predict and to keep track of Rewind. Last but not least Rewind is not named Rewind for some reason, those images he´s projecting by winding himself forward are in fact small portals in which Rewind can port him back as long as an image is existing. This does not leave him unharmed from attacks, if someone does hit him or would throw him around the power would be transferred but attacking an imagine would cause it to evaporate but no damage to Rewind.
Another notable enchanted thanks to the x-gene would be remarkable reflexes thanks to a better conductivity of his bone-mark and so not only transferring pain quicker but also allowing him to react more faster. This also improves his sensoric abilities like hear, smell and eye-sight but sadly also increases his level of pain. He is so easily stimulated may it be good or bad.
Pros: Rewind is rather skilled when it comes to physics or chemistry, he hold an natural talent for those two.
He's possessing an overall knowledge about many things in life but lacks interest to venture deeper into them.
He confident with his power and knows how to fully use it and to get creative with it.
He´s rather athletic and peeked into many different martial arts, not mastering any but picking up things here and there.
Enchanted reflexes and senses makes him usefull in field trips as well.
Cons: Overly sensitive to pain.
Not exactly what you would call a "teamplayer", he´s narcistic, cocky and sadly hardly to be motivated to be serious.
Sensitive to foul smell or loud noises.
Lazy but sadly not unmotivated.
Brief bio: Mick was born in Ireland where his mother was a truely irish and his father american. His father studied and teached chemistry in Dublin while his mother was just pretty and the daughter of a local Destillery owner. As his father married her, he was next in line to own the destillery. Quickly he decided to import the good scootish whiskey to america and well it worked quiet well. Hs father made mock brands of risih icones and selled it in america while he also hold the high standards in ireland.
Liquors like "Leprechaun´s jizz" or "Irish piss" which were all whiskey based flooded america while the simple brew was still obtainable in ireland.
Mick grew up in this weird sorounding where his father was loving Mick´s irish mother while he mocked everything she stood for.
The marriage was meant to be short and as Mick was 6 years old, they both broke up. Mick´s father got the full parentship and fully travelled to america.
Mick had a lone childhood and drifted off. He first started to be a bully in school both physically and mentally since he had the strength and the brain, and later into criminality.
He started with small things like theft but soon he went on to drug dealing and even later he decided to produce drugs.
It was then as he also discovered his powers.
Sure sometimes he had a weird feeling and during some tests he found that he sometime wrote backwards but he shook it off as a weird habbit but infact he was supressing his power thanks to an unknown urge.
As he prdocuded drugs it also once came that a police razzia happened. The police kicked the door of his labor in and the few guards protecting started shootng. It was quick and bloody and during the shootout a bullet must have hit a tank with oxygen. Mick runned towards the exist just as the explosion of the oxygen tank happened. Mick would have run intot he explosion and he already felt the hot embrace of the fire as he suddenly stood where he started he running. He turned around and left the labor through another door.
He laid of his criminality once and for all but still maintained a hedonistic life-style. Women, alcohol and the one or other joint occupied his life nearly to their fullest but the weird thing which happened at the labor didn´t let go of Mick. He decided to venture deeper into that feeling he got back then and finally grasped the faint straings of his power.
He grew more and more accustomed to it as he then grew a bit over confident and beat a police-officer using his ability.
He was arrested and luckily nobody believed the officer, it was then as he got an offer from a certain institute. He was curious and accepted it and only a day later he was out of his cell on his way to a man called "Charles Xavier"
Codename: Rewind
From: Good ol´Ireland
Appearance:
"Past, present and future are mixing while i am using my powers~ And you think in this mass of space and time, that i would not find an option to beat the heck out of you?"
Powers: Rewind is possessing a rather complex power. While the first noticeable sign of his x-gene would be a advanced speed, he´s is simply faster than a normal but that by not moving faster, it appear like someone is winding up a tape, the movements are stocking, the limit of this power is yet still to be tested but as he is now he can wind himself up the 4x of a normal human´s speed, going over the four tines wonder up speed does takes a lot of stamina for him. Now when he does use his ability the next noticeable trait of his power would be noticeable, see able after images would appear behind him, like photographs they will stay for a short periode of time making it easy to predict and to keep track of Rewind. Last but not least Rewind is not named Rewind for some reason, those images he´s projecting by winding himself forward are in fact small portals in which Rewind can port him back as long as an image is existing. This does not leave him unharmed from attacks, if someone does hit him or would throw him around the power would be transferred but attacking an imagine would cause it to evaporate but no damage to Rewind.
Another notable enchanted thanks to the x-gene would be remarkable reflexes thanks to a better conductivity of his bone-mark and so not only transferring pain quicker but also allowing him to react more faster. This also improves his sensoric abilities like hear, smell and eye-sight but sadly also increases his level of pain. He is so easily stimulated may it be good or bad.
Pros: Rewind is rather skilled when it comes to physics or chemistry, he hold an natural talent for those two.
He's possessing an overall knowledge about many things in life but lacks interest to venture deeper into them.
He confident with his power and knows how to fully use it and to get creative with it.
He´s rather athletic and peeked into many different martial arts, not mastering any but picking up things here and there.
Enchanted reflexes and senses makes him usefull in field trips as well.
Cons: Overly sensitive to pain.
Not exactly what you would call a "teamplayer", he´s narcistic, cocky and sadly hardly to be motivated to be serious.
Sensitive to foul smell or loud noises.
Lazy but sadly not unmotivated.
Brief bio: Mick was born in Ireland where his mother was a truely irish and his father american. His father studied and teached chemistry in Dublin while his mother was just pretty and the daughter of a local Destillery owner. As his father married her, he was next in line to own the destillery. Quickly he decided to import the good scootish whiskey to america and well it worked quiet well. Hs father made mock brands of risih icones and selled it in america while he also hold the high standards in ireland.
Liquors like "Leprechaun´s jizz" or "Irish piss" which were all whiskey based flooded america while the simple brew was still obtainable in ireland.
Mick grew up in this weird sorounding where his father was loving Mick´s irish mother while he mocked everything she stood for.
The marriage was meant to be short and as Mick was 6 years old, they both broke up. Mick´s father got the full parentship and fully travelled to america.
Mick had a lone childhood and drifted off. He first started to be a bully in school both physically and mentally since he had the strength and the brain, and later into criminality.
He started with small things like theft but soon he went on to drug dealing and even later he decided to produce drugs.
It was then as he also discovered his powers.
Sure sometimes he had a weird feeling and during some tests he found that he sometime wrote backwards but he shook it off as a weird habbit but infact he was supressing his power thanks to an unknown urge.
As he prdocuded drugs it also once came that a police razzia happened. The police kicked the door of his labor in and the few guards protecting started shootng. It was quick and bloody and during the shootout a bullet must have hit a tank with oxygen. Mick runned towards the exist just as the explosion of the oxygen tank happened. Mick would have run intot he explosion and he already felt the hot embrace of the fire as he suddenly stood where he started he running. He turned around and left the labor through another door.
He laid of his criminality once and for all but still maintained a hedonistic life-style. Women, alcohol and the one or other joint occupied his life nearly to their fullest but the weird thing which happened at the labor didn´t let go of Mick. He decided to venture deeper into that feeling he got back then and finally grasped the faint straings of his power.
He grew more and more accustomed to it as he then grew a bit over confident and beat a police-officer using his ability.
He was arrested and luckily nobody believed the officer, it was then as he got an offer from a certain institute. He was curious and accepted it and only a day later he was out of his cell on his way to a man called "Charles Xavier"
Mind me joining? I mean the ship needs a gunner ;)
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