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Name: Alexander "Xavier"
CodeName: Tomahawk
Age: 18
Gender: Dude
Appearance:
Usually he wears camouflage pants of various realistic patterns (no ridiculous pink with yellow) with combat boots using a zipper insert that keeps the cordage of the shoelace with the quickness the zipper provides. He dresses in layers as he was taught to do from a young age normally tank-top to t-shirt to button-up to coat. He makes sure his clothes always have pockets for his Altoid survival kits. His clothes are rarely new, often from second hand stores or army surplus of his own volition to save money for an emergency.
Personality:
Fun-loving most of the time with strong underpinnings of right and wrong. He HATES bullies and with always run to the aide of someone getting picked on no matter the odds. To him the bad guys are the biggest bullies he can see. He has been trained to prep and prepped to train so he is always looking around his environment to use whatever is on hand to get the advantage to survive.
Powers: Increased speed strength and agility. Currently four times those of a normal human but tests show no signs of decrease or leveling off. Right now it seems like a mere extension of his martial arts but has the potential to be on par with spiderman if his mutation continues. The moment his powers first manifested, he broke the sound barrier but he hasn't been able to recreate the event.
Skills:
Dedicated studies of martial arts over ten years including hand ax/hatchet/tomahawk training
Licensed to drive standard vehicles and trained to drive emergency vehicles (class C license).
Doomsday preparation/survival folk
Proficient on 12 ga. shotgun, license to carry
Proficient on .45 Cal handgun, license to carry in 3 years
Fair/okay mechanic on diesel trucks (including hotwire of standard vehicles)
Questionable cook (Can boil an egg in a paper cup over a fire in the middle of a dry field without a problem, burns breakfast every time.)
Backstory:
Born to a fireman mom and cop dad. Sadly his dad died on the job while their child was still a baby, but Xanders mom would be consoled by his partner who eventually became his second mother before he was old enough to know any better. Raised by two women would make anyone a bit of an odd man out, but he took it as best he could with such a large target on his back.
When the bullying started, both moms agreed to have him take martial arts for the act of discipline more than anything else. He was taught how to use a hatchet both because of his parents Native American heritage to the tomahawk and his mom being a fireman that hatchets and axes were always available. After his dad had died, both his moms had started to become doomsday preppers with lots of focus on survival and bugging out with him being raised in the same ways as well in case he ever had to leave quickly for having two mothers. Part of that prepping included supervised gun use him his mothers standard issue shotgun, another part of that constant prepping meant taking him to both of their works and learning some tricks of the trade like how to use an emergency vehicle or any other huge vehicle. In case of, well, emergencies.
When he turned 15 his moms took him to a police impound auction to buy his first car with his permit, expecting him to get something cheap but running. He surprised them both with buying a totaled tow truck and spent a year rebuilding the engine instead. They had instilled in him a need to prepare so he opted for a vehicle with enough power to get him wherever he needed and pull anything behind he would need. His parent made him an emancipated minor as another tool to add to his survival skills since he could count himself as legally employed.
When he was 16 his power manifested as he saw the high school football team dragging a known gay student into the locker room clearly against his will. The speed that he ran to the rescue actually broke the sound barrier, the rest seemed to stand in slow motion as Alex brutally beat every one of them within an inch of their lives. 20 to 1 yet he didn't have a scratch on him except for the falling glass from blown out windows of the sonic boom, it was then that the x-men came for him.
The cover story was that a low flying aircraft flew overhead that caused the boom and his earphones saved him from the boom when he went to help the kid. He was expelled for violence but wasn't arrested for assault as he was stopping a hate crime in progress. He changed his last name to protect his moms who had him legally divorced then expunged from the family records and left home to learn how to use his talent.
Posessions:
Leatherman tool,
Any number of altoid survival kits in his pocket of pants and jacket as well as every compartment of his truck. He keeps one tampon in every kit.
Multi-tool (one in truck behind seat, one in back hatch of truck, One in every duffel bag) Survival shotgun (move flashlight and knife to Piccadilly rails instead of extra attachment, replace saying on black metal with etched mirror instead)
Owns a tow truck he bought from a police auction.
CodeName: Tomahawk
Age: 18
Gender: Dude
Appearance:
Usually he wears camouflage pants of various realistic patterns (no ridiculous pink with yellow) with combat boots using a zipper insert that keeps the cordage of the shoelace with the quickness the zipper provides. He dresses in layers as he was taught to do from a young age normally tank-top to t-shirt to button-up to coat. He makes sure his clothes always have pockets for his Altoid survival kits. His clothes are rarely new, often from second hand stores or army surplus of his own volition to save money for an emergency.
Personality:
Fun-loving most of the time with strong underpinnings of right and wrong. He HATES bullies and with always run to the aide of someone getting picked on no matter the odds. To him the bad guys are the biggest bullies he can see. He has been trained to prep and prepped to train so he is always looking around his environment to use whatever is on hand to get the advantage to survive.
Powers: Increased speed strength and agility. Currently four times those of a normal human but tests show no signs of decrease or leveling off. Right now it seems like a mere extension of his martial arts but has the potential to be on par with spiderman if his mutation continues. The moment his powers first manifested, he broke the sound barrier but he hasn't been able to recreate the event.
Skills:
Dedicated studies of martial arts over ten years including hand ax/hatchet/tomahawk training
Licensed to drive standard vehicles and trained to drive emergency vehicles (class C license).
Doomsday preparation/survival folk
Proficient on 12 ga. shotgun, license to carry
Proficient on .45 Cal handgun, license to carry in 3 years
Fair/okay mechanic on diesel trucks (including hotwire of standard vehicles)
Questionable cook (Can boil an egg in a paper cup over a fire in the middle of a dry field without a problem, burns breakfast every time.)
Backstory:
Born to a fireman mom and cop dad. Sadly his dad died on the job while their child was still a baby, but Xanders mom would be consoled by his partner who eventually became his second mother before he was old enough to know any better. Raised by two women would make anyone a bit of an odd man out, but he took it as best he could with such a large target on his back.
When the bullying started, both moms agreed to have him take martial arts for the act of discipline more than anything else. He was taught how to use a hatchet both because of his parents Native American heritage to the tomahawk and his mom being a fireman that hatchets and axes were always available. After his dad had died, both his moms had started to become doomsday preppers with lots of focus on survival and bugging out with him being raised in the same ways as well in case he ever had to leave quickly for having two mothers. Part of that prepping included supervised gun use him his mothers standard issue shotgun, another part of that constant prepping meant taking him to both of their works and learning some tricks of the trade like how to use an emergency vehicle or any other huge vehicle. In case of, well, emergencies.
When he turned 15 his moms took him to a police impound auction to buy his first car with his permit, expecting him to get something cheap but running. He surprised them both with buying a totaled tow truck and spent a year rebuilding the engine instead. They had instilled in him a need to prepare so he opted for a vehicle with enough power to get him wherever he needed and pull anything behind he would need. His parent made him an emancipated minor as another tool to add to his survival skills since he could count himself as legally employed.
When he was 16 his power manifested as he saw the high school football team dragging a known gay student into the locker room clearly against his will. The speed that he ran to the rescue actually broke the sound barrier, the rest seemed to stand in slow motion as Alex brutally beat every one of them within an inch of their lives. 20 to 1 yet he didn't have a scratch on him except for the falling glass from blown out windows of the sonic boom, it was then that the x-men came for him.
The cover story was that a low flying aircraft flew overhead that caused the boom and his earphones saved him from the boom when he went to help the kid. He was expelled for violence but wasn't arrested for assault as he was stopping a hate crime in progress. He changed his last name to protect his moms who had him legally divorced then expunged from the family records and left home to learn how to use his talent.
Posessions:
Leatherman tool,
Any number of altoid survival kits in his pocket of pants and jacket as well as every compartment of his truck. He keeps one tampon in every kit.
Multi-tool (one in truck behind seat, one in back hatch of truck, One in every duffel bag) Survival shotgun (move flashlight and knife to Piccadilly rails instead of extra attachment, replace saying on black metal with etched mirror instead)
Owns a tow truck he bought from a police auction.
Automaton said
*raises hand slowly* MY CAPTAIN, MY CAPTAIN! (if anyone gets the reference they are my new best friend)
O Captain! My Captain!
BY WALT WHITMAN
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
The arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
I've got two mainstays:
Alexander "Xavier", aka ;Tomahawk- Superhuman physical traits (strength, agility, ect.)
M.T. Blue: aka Allstar-Gravity generation
Alexander "Xavier", aka ;Tomahawk- Superhuman physical traits (strength, agility, ect.)
M.T. Blue: aka Allstar-Gravity generation
j8cob said
I can't see the picture...
I like the whole thing except for one little thing: it states that she had been able to go deep into Oni territory before. That's a bit of a stretch in my eyes, though I may be seeing it wrong. Other than that, I like it. Going into Oni territory itself isn't a sin here, but into it is a no-no.
http://media.animegalleries.net/albums/userpics/64302/crying%20honey-senpai.JPG
Also, just my twin coppers, but I can see her thinking she went deep into oni territory but what she might think were the big-bads was nothing more than small fries.
Yea verily yea!
Indeed. But as long as ivan doeaent do something stupid, he will never be in a box like ivan.
just as a giggle-thought: Johan in his kimono
As the boy blessed by the gods looked out his breathtaking view of the city, only one thing was on his mind as he beheld the Takaga castle:
"Het ziet eruit als een reus-"
*AHEM*
The unfinished sentence was cut off with the clearing of his throat by the leading priest as they spoke in their native tongue.
"Ik zal voor je vertalen op de vergadering, maar ik wil dat je een geconcentreerde inspanning te leveren bij het proberen te begrijpen op uw eigen. Hier bespreken we:
'Ochtend, dag, nacht, hem, haar, het, eten, drinken, slapen, wekken, leven, sterven, zien, horen, ruiken, voelen, proeven, geven, nemen, ontvangen.' Ya?"
"Morning, day, night, him, her, it, eat, drink, sleep, wake, live, die, see, hear, smell, touch, taste, give, take, receive."
"Prachtig, goed genoeg voor nu, jurk en wij zullen gaan."
Soon the boy was dismissing his evening wear to a strange set of over-robes, these had to be ceremonial for the many layers he was suffering through. The silk was lighter than the linen and leather he was used to but its cut was unfamiliar and constricting to his small but broad shoulders. Down the stairs they went into a carriage where assorted breakfast awaited them of both Danishes and Dangos.
The ride was smooth but brief as they ate in mostly silence while the priest pointed to things for the boy to identify. before they exited the carriage they shared a prayer in Latin and exited the carriage with the boy now keeping a sword across his back as he was too small to keep it on his hip. With all the reverence and humility an eight year old disowned by his family can muster, he entered the castle that looked like a giant-*AHEM*
"Het ziet eruit als een reus-"
*AHEM*
The unfinished sentence was cut off with the clearing of his throat by the leading priest as they spoke in their native tongue.
"Ik zal voor je vertalen op de vergadering, maar ik wil dat je een geconcentreerde inspanning te leveren bij het proberen te begrijpen op uw eigen. Hier bespreken we:
'Ochtend, dag, nacht, hem, haar, het, eten, drinken, slapen, wekken, leven, sterven, zien, horen, ruiken, voelen, proeven, geven, nemen, ontvangen.' Ya?"
"Morning, day, night, him, her, it, eat, drink, sleep, wake, live, die, see, hear, smell, touch, taste, give, take, receive."
"Prachtig, goed genoeg voor nu, jurk en wij zullen gaan."
Soon the boy was dismissing his evening wear to a strange set of over-robes, these had to be ceremonial for the many layers he was suffering through. The silk was lighter than the linen and leather he was used to but its cut was unfamiliar and constricting to his small but broad shoulders. Down the stairs they went into a carriage where assorted breakfast awaited them of both Danishes and Dangos.
The ride was smooth but brief as they ate in mostly silence while the priest pointed to things for the boy to identify. before they exited the carriage they shared a prayer in Latin and exited the carriage with the boy now keeping a sword across his back as he was too small to keep it on his hip. With all the reverence and humility an eight year old disowned by his family can muster, he entered the castle that looked like a giant-*AHEM*
I thought about trying for inzen first, it was a toss up between an 8 year old as strong as a mountain and a sword powered by temper-tantrums.
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