Wow... So many apologies... Lol.
It's no difficulty to write in third person. That's actually how I usually write (though I have done other characters in all first person, as well as some in a combo of both). It's just that given the setting I thought first person might be an interesting twist on the norm. And since Scott is so stoic and controlled on the outside, it would give me a bit better avenue to explore what he's thinking and feeling. I don't want to scare anyone out of the RP though, so switching to third person isn't any problem.
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Lol. Fair enough. And I apologize for my opportunism getting in the way. It just seemed like it would work out well for all involved.
Lol. I can switch to third person in my next post if it bugs you that much.
Do you not like first person? It's from Scott's perspective. The narrative of most detective novels that take place in the forties is first person, so I though it would fit.
And posted! If the mention of Ari's alias isn't something you want in the post, just let me know and I'll happily swap it with another random name. I just thought it might be an interesting way to bring the name up and it kinda made some semblance of sense in the context of the post and Scott's past.
It had been two weeks since Logan had paid a visit to my cabin in the mountains. Two weeks of considering my options even though I'd known immediately there was only one. He told me he'd been sent by a professor named Xavier, a man who'd studied people like me for years and could help me control my "gift". It wasn't a gift though. You could return a gift. Most gifts didn't put every single thing you looked at in danger of being vaporized, either. I'd almost lost it when he called it that. Almost blasted him into atoms on the spot. I'd turned away though, cut a ravine in the side of the mountain half a mile long before I closed my eyes and gained control again. "Can your professor fix THAT?" I'd asked, struggling to regain control so I could open my eyes again. Logan had just stood there for a while, watching the fires in the new ravine burn themselves out.
"He's the best chance you've got, kid."
Then he'd left a letter and walked off into the woods, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I knew before he'd even left that I'd be making the trip to New York, knew I had no choice in the matter. I suspect that he knew it too, after the display I put on for him. How could I not go? If I wanted any semblance of a normal life, this was my last shot at getting it. Sure, I could control it for almost eight hours now, but the headaches started after four and only got worse the longer I held it in. So here I was, in the middle of the most populated city in the world, looking for a bar that allegedly held all the answers to my problems. If only life were that easy.
"So then the lawyer says to the jockey, 'it's not a horse you idiot, it's a cab.'" It was an old joke, one my dad had told me years ago, but the pretty brunette who'd decided to tag along from the airport seemed to think it was the funniest thing in the world. She had a pretty laugh, that was for sure, and it made me smile to see someone so happy again. It had been a long time since I'd been able to genuinely smile. The young woman looped her arm through mine and almost ran into a girl a couple years younger than myself as she payed too much attention to me and too little to where she was going. I managed to pull her up short though and we avoided a head on collision, though she'd been fairly consistently absentminded ever since we'd met. Clearly not the brightest bulb on the street, but even so I didn't want her tagging along to Xavier's bar with me. Then my salvation came in the form of a question from the new girl with auburn hair.
"There you are, Emma!" It was the first name that popped into my head, so I ran with it. Besides, she kind of looked like an Emma. "I think I found Xavier's place. It's just back this way." I pointed back the way the young woman had come, acting all the while like I'd known her for years. The half-brained brunette latched onto my arm was clearly only interested in one thing, and I needed a way to get rid of her before actually finding Xavier's place. I pulled my arm free of the brunette's and stepped closer to "Emma", sliding an arm halfway around her waist, praying she'd just play along. Though if the brunette hadn't spotted the holes in my story already it would take a pretty big reaction to make her suspicious. "Emma, this is Vivienne. Vivienne, this is my girlfriend, Emma Frost." I guess if you spend enough time in the frozen mountains of Alaska, some words tend to stick in your mind more than others. At the mention of girlfriend, Vivienne's expression took on a half-startled look and she visibly had to compose herself.
"Oh... Well, I... uh. It was good to meet you." Then she turned on her heel and walked back down the street. I watched her until she turned a corner, then sighed audibly as she disappeared. Hopefully she'd just assume I had come from the airport to meet "Emma" at this Xavier's place, and we'd both just happened to be running late on the same street. Now that Vivienne had been taken care of, I slipped my arm off the new stranger's waist and took a step back.
"Sorry about all that. There's only so much brainless chitter a guy can take, you know?" I gave her an apologetic smile then held a hand out in greeting. "I'm Scott. Thanks for playing along. I actually haven't found Xavier's place yet, but it's gotta be close. It's a bit too much of a coincidence that we'd end up on the same street looking for the same guy otherwise. Shall we look together?"
"He's the best chance you've got, kid."
Then he'd left a letter and walked off into the woods, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I knew before he'd even left that I'd be making the trip to New York, knew I had no choice in the matter. I suspect that he knew it too, after the display I put on for him. How could I not go? If I wanted any semblance of a normal life, this was my last shot at getting it. Sure, I could control it for almost eight hours now, but the headaches started after four and only got worse the longer I held it in. So here I was, in the middle of the most populated city in the world, looking for a bar that allegedly held all the answers to my problems. If only life were that easy.
"So then the lawyer says to the jockey, 'it's not a horse you idiot, it's a cab.'" It was an old joke, one my dad had told me years ago, but the pretty brunette who'd decided to tag along from the airport seemed to think it was the funniest thing in the world. She had a pretty laugh, that was for sure, and it made me smile to see someone so happy again. It had been a long time since I'd been able to genuinely smile. The young woman looped her arm through mine and almost ran into a girl a couple years younger than myself as she payed too much attention to me and too little to where she was going. I managed to pull her up short though and we avoided a head on collision, though she'd been fairly consistently absentminded ever since we'd met. Clearly not the brightest bulb on the street, but even so I didn't want her tagging along to Xavier's bar with me. Then my salvation came in the form of a question from the new girl with auburn hair.
"There you are, Emma!" It was the first name that popped into my head, so I ran with it. Besides, she kind of looked like an Emma. "I think I found Xavier's place. It's just back this way." I pointed back the way the young woman had come, acting all the while like I'd known her for years. The half-brained brunette latched onto my arm was clearly only interested in one thing, and I needed a way to get rid of her before actually finding Xavier's place. I pulled my arm free of the brunette's and stepped closer to "Emma", sliding an arm halfway around her waist, praying she'd just play along. Though if the brunette hadn't spotted the holes in my story already it would take a pretty big reaction to make her suspicious. "Emma, this is Vivienne. Vivienne, this is my girlfriend, Emma Frost." I guess if you spend enough time in the frozen mountains of Alaska, some words tend to stick in your mind more than others. At the mention of girlfriend, Vivienne's expression took on a half-startled look and she visibly had to compose herself.
"Oh... Well, I... uh. It was good to meet you." Then she turned on her heel and walked back down the street. I watched her until she turned a corner, then sighed audibly as she disappeared. Hopefully she'd just assume I had come from the airport to meet "Emma" at this Xavier's place, and we'd both just happened to be running late on the same street. Now that Vivienne had been taken care of, I slipped my arm off the new stranger's waist and took a step back.
"Sorry about all that. There's only so much brainless chitter a guy can take, you know?" I gave her an apologetic smile then held a hand out in greeting. "I'm Scott. Thanks for playing along. I actually haven't found Xavier's place yet, but it's gotta be close. It's a bit too much of a coincidence that we'd end up on the same street looking for the same guy otherwise. Shall we look together?"
Ruby said
lol Sure thing, get after it. <3
Hey now... Don't go getting the wrong idea here. I don't usually write romance with writers who aren't my girlfriend, so I doubt anything more than friends will come of it. Just to get that cleared up... Lol.
YoshiSkittlez said
HOT DAMN! Scott Summers is looking GOOOOOOD :D
Lol. Thanks? I think?
Name: Scott Summers
Age: 19
Alias: Cyclops
Appearance:
Scott stands at a height of 6'1" and due to his intense martial arts training possesses an exceedingly fit physique. Dark hair and blue eyes contribute to a rugged sort of "pretty boy" look, and when his ability threatens to break free of his control his eyes begin to emit a ruby-colored glow that can even be seen through his eyelids.
Abilities:
Optic blasts - Scott's primary mutant power is the ability to release ruby-colored blasts of pure kinetic energy from his eyes, which are in actuality inter-dimensional portals between this universe and a non-Einsteinian universe where physical laws as we know them do not pertain. This non-Einsteinian universe is filled with particles that resemble photons, yet they interact with this universe's particles by transferring kinetic energy to any object they touch. Currently, he possesses only enough control to open and close these portals, and is unable to vary the intensity or focus of the blasts. When the blasts first manifested, they possessed enough power to annihilate a german tank platoon, half an infantry company, and a fair amount of the countryside in only a matter of seconds.
While the blasts themselves produce no heat, the immense friction they generate on contact with an object can very quickly superheat most materials, and thus it is not uncommon for the blasts to leave fires and red-hot melted metal in their wake. Another function of the blasts that Scott has yet to learn is the ability to create a resonance with any solid object, which allows the blast to ricochet off the object without causing any damage, giving him the ability to fire "banked shots" and hit multiple targets at once or targets that are out of his direct line of sight. While full resonance will cause no harm to the object being resonated, partial resonance will still impart kinetic force to the target, while also allowing the blast to ricochet to another target. With training, Scott will also be capable of resonating his blasts with multiple objects simultaneously, thus enabling him to ricochet a single blast off of several different surfaces. The blasts naturally possess no resonance with any objects in this universe and so by default will impart vast kinetic force (and heat as a byproduct) to any object they strike.
Psionic field - This aspect of his ability is a field of psionic energy that encapsulates Scott's entire body and allows him to control the release of energy from his eyes, in addition to making the rest of his body immune to its effects. Upon learning how to manipulate this field, Scott will be able to vary both the intensity and focus of his blasts, as well as create a resonance with solid objects in this universe. At present, however, he is only capable of manipulating it to open and close the portals in his eyes and as such is unable to avoid obliterating everything in front of him when the portals are open, which is unfortunately their default state. In order to avoid such destruction, Scott must maintain constant mental control or risk opening the portals and releasing immense destructive energy upon the world around him (that, or keep his eyes closed).
A secondary effect of this psionic field is the resistance it provides against the energy and psionic-based powers of other mutants. While this ability makes Scott entirely immune to his own powers, it also grants him some resistance against energy being manipulated by other mutants, especially in the case of those that absorb energy (as its primary purpose is to withhold the vast amount of energy being forced into his body from the other universe). In the case of psychics, the psionic field resonates with the energy it is containing to produce a form of psychic static, which when combined with his iron will makes his mind difficult to read and influence.
Spatial Awareness - Scott's sense of spatial awareness and geometry is superhumanly acute, and will allow him to instinctively deduce the correct angles involved in banking his blasts to hit multiple targets with perfect accuracy. This ability also extends to his understanding of physics in general, and allows him to predict various scenarios based on the angles, directions, and forces involved. For instance, he could predict where a building will fall based on which supports are removed and how various forces will react to such a change, allowing him to utilize the environment to his advantage in conjunction with his optic blasts (or even without them).
Skills:
Leadership - Military service during the war has allowed Scott's natural leadership skills to blossom, and even after being shot down he displayed remarkable tactical ability when he turned a broken and scattered unit back into a cohesive fighting force.
Willpower - While scott is naturally very stubborn and hardheaded, his willpower was put to the ultimate test once his optic blasts manifested and containing them required that he maintain complete mental control.
Martial Artist - In order to help develop his control, Scott turned to intensive physical training and exercise in the form of eastern martial arts, embracing the philosophy that greater control of the physical body equals greater control of one's mental state.
Pilot - As a child, Scott was given flying lessons by his father and when he reached the age of seventeen, joined the army air corps. Following the war he 'borrowed' a plane from his father in order to facilitate his global travel in pursuit of a way to better control his ability.
Personality Traits:
Stubborn, intelligent, and very in control. Scott is generally direct and honest in his dealings with others, which can sometimes come off as condescension or arrogance. Possessing a very analytical mind does not help with this, and in combination with the danger inherent in his ability it means that he generally prefers to be alone.
Backstory:
Born in 1927 in Anchorage Alaska, Scott grew up around the planes his father had always been obsessed with. When Scott was seven, his father opened a small aviation company in his hometown that would quickly grow into a booming business. All was well until the war arrived in America and the draft was instituted, calling his father away to serve. Scott followed when he reached the age of fifteen and joined the air corps himself by lying on his application (everyone always said he looked older than he was), and was shipped off to europe on his sixteenth birthday. The following two years would be rough, to say the least.
He was several months into his first deployment, flying support for a ground incursion behind the german lines, when he had his first brush with enemy fighters. He managed to shoot down three of the planes before he himself was shot down and forced to crash land several miles ahead of the american and british troops, miles that were filled with german soldiers and tanks. It was to his great surprise that he discovered a unit of friendlies, cut off from their company and trying just as hard as he was to simply stay alive, and rather than simply make a mad run for it over a dozen miles of hostile terrain and straight into the back of the german lines, he rallied the few soldiers with him and set about a small but effective campaign of harassment. Each series of attacks was designed to create a gap in the german lines just large enough for one or two men to sneak through unnoticed, and in the course of four days all but three of the two dozen stranded soldiers had been returned to the allied side of the engagement. It was then that things took a drastic downhill turn.
During what was to be the last attack in the campaign of harassment, the german commanders, thinking they were facing a force much larger than four men, had worked out the location of the attack and committed a full tank platoon and half a company of soldiers to squash the nuisance. Pinned down and massively outgunned, Scott's ability chose that particular moment, fueled by adrenaline and the rage of helplessness, to manifest itself and burn every trace of the german force from the countryside. With the germans gone, his three comrades were able to carry him to the safety of the british forward command center and under the guise of blindness he received an honorary discharge from the army and was sent home. It took him three months before he could open his eyes again without devastating everything in front of him, and once he was able to maintain control for at least seven hours, he took one of his father's planes and set out in search of a way to either remove or permanently control his new and dangerous ability.
His travels eventually took him to the east, in pursuit of the 'complete control' touted by the practitioners of such arts as wushu, karate, and muay thai. While these practices certainly helped, they did not grant him the absolute control he sought and so he returned home to live alone in the mountains, where his ability could only harm the stone and trees. It was here that the call from Xavier found him, and as a man with no better options left, he decided to make the journey to New York and find out what this professor had to offer.
Age: 19
Alias: Cyclops
Appearance:
Scott stands at a height of 6'1" and due to his intense martial arts training possesses an exceedingly fit physique. Dark hair and blue eyes contribute to a rugged sort of "pretty boy" look, and when his ability threatens to break free of his control his eyes begin to emit a ruby-colored glow that can even be seen through his eyelids.
Abilities:
Optic blasts - Scott's primary mutant power is the ability to release ruby-colored blasts of pure kinetic energy from his eyes, which are in actuality inter-dimensional portals between this universe and a non-Einsteinian universe where physical laws as we know them do not pertain. This non-Einsteinian universe is filled with particles that resemble photons, yet they interact with this universe's particles by transferring kinetic energy to any object they touch. Currently, he possesses only enough control to open and close these portals, and is unable to vary the intensity or focus of the blasts. When the blasts first manifested, they possessed enough power to annihilate a german tank platoon, half an infantry company, and a fair amount of the countryside in only a matter of seconds.
While the blasts themselves produce no heat, the immense friction they generate on contact with an object can very quickly superheat most materials, and thus it is not uncommon for the blasts to leave fires and red-hot melted metal in their wake. Another function of the blasts that Scott has yet to learn is the ability to create a resonance with any solid object, which allows the blast to ricochet off the object without causing any damage, giving him the ability to fire "banked shots" and hit multiple targets at once or targets that are out of his direct line of sight. While full resonance will cause no harm to the object being resonated, partial resonance will still impart kinetic force to the target, while also allowing the blast to ricochet to another target. With training, Scott will also be capable of resonating his blasts with multiple objects simultaneously, thus enabling him to ricochet a single blast off of several different surfaces. The blasts naturally possess no resonance with any objects in this universe and so by default will impart vast kinetic force (and heat as a byproduct) to any object they strike.
Psionic field - This aspect of his ability is a field of psionic energy that encapsulates Scott's entire body and allows him to control the release of energy from his eyes, in addition to making the rest of his body immune to its effects. Upon learning how to manipulate this field, Scott will be able to vary both the intensity and focus of his blasts, as well as create a resonance with solid objects in this universe. At present, however, he is only capable of manipulating it to open and close the portals in his eyes and as such is unable to avoid obliterating everything in front of him when the portals are open, which is unfortunately their default state. In order to avoid such destruction, Scott must maintain constant mental control or risk opening the portals and releasing immense destructive energy upon the world around him (that, or keep his eyes closed).
A secondary effect of this psionic field is the resistance it provides against the energy and psionic-based powers of other mutants. While this ability makes Scott entirely immune to his own powers, it also grants him some resistance against energy being manipulated by other mutants, especially in the case of those that absorb energy (as its primary purpose is to withhold the vast amount of energy being forced into his body from the other universe). In the case of psychics, the psionic field resonates with the energy it is containing to produce a form of psychic static, which when combined with his iron will makes his mind difficult to read and influence.
Spatial Awareness - Scott's sense of spatial awareness and geometry is superhumanly acute, and will allow him to instinctively deduce the correct angles involved in banking his blasts to hit multiple targets with perfect accuracy. This ability also extends to his understanding of physics in general, and allows him to predict various scenarios based on the angles, directions, and forces involved. For instance, he could predict where a building will fall based on which supports are removed and how various forces will react to such a change, allowing him to utilize the environment to his advantage in conjunction with his optic blasts (or even without them).
Skills:
Leadership - Military service during the war has allowed Scott's natural leadership skills to blossom, and even after being shot down he displayed remarkable tactical ability when he turned a broken and scattered unit back into a cohesive fighting force.
Willpower - While scott is naturally very stubborn and hardheaded, his willpower was put to the ultimate test once his optic blasts manifested and containing them required that he maintain complete mental control.
Martial Artist - In order to help develop his control, Scott turned to intensive physical training and exercise in the form of eastern martial arts, embracing the philosophy that greater control of the physical body equals greater control of one's mental state.
Pilot - As a child, Scott was given flying lessons by his father and when he reached the age of seventeen, joined the army air corps. Following the war he 'borrowed' a plane from his father in order to facilitate his global travel in pursuit of a way to better control his ability.
Personality Traits:
Stubborn, intelligent, and very in control. Scott is generally direct and honest in his dealings with others, which can sometimes come off as condescension or arrogance. Possessing a very analytical mind does not help with this, and in combination with the danger inherent in his ability it means that he generally prefers to be alone.
Backstory:
Born in 1927 in Anchorage Alaska, Scott grew up around the planes his father had always been obsessed with. When Scott was seven, his father opened a small aviation company in his hometown that would quickly grow into a booming business. All was well until the war arrived in America and the draft was instituted, calling his father away to serve. Scott followed when he reached the age of fifteen and joined the air corps himself by lying on his application (everyone always said he looked older than he was), and was shipped off to europe on his sixteenth birthday. The following two years would be rough, to say the least.
He was several months into his first deployment, flying support for a ground incursion behind the german lines, when he had his first brush with enemy fighters. He managed to shoot down three of the planes before he himself was shot down and forced to crash land several miles ahead of the american and british troops, miles that were filled with german soldiers and tanks. It was to his great surprise that he discovered a unit of friendlies, cut off from their company and trying just as hard as he was to simply stay alive, and rather than simply make a mad run for it over a dozen miles of hostile terrain and straight into the back of the german lines, he rallied the few soldiers with him and set about a small but effective campaign of harassment. Each series of attacks was designed to create a gap in the german lines just large enough for one or two men to sneak through unnoticed, and in the course of four days all but three of the two dozen stranded soldiers had been returned to the allied side of the engagement. It was then that things took a drastic downhill turn.
During what was to be the last attack in the campaign of harassment, the german commanders, thinking they were facing a force much larger than four men, had worked out the location of the attack and committed a full tank platoon and half a company of soldiers to squash the nuisance. Pinned down and massively outgunned, Scott's ability chose that particular moment, fueled by adrenaline and the rage of helplessness, to manifest itself and burn every trace of the german force from the countryside. With the germans gone, his three comrades were able to carry him to the safety of the british forward command center and under the guise of blindness he received an honorary discharge from the army and was sent home. It took him three months before he could open his eyes again without devastating everything in front of him, and once he was able to maintain control for at least seven hours, he took one of his father's planes and set out in search of a way to either remove or permanently control his new and dangerous ability.
His travels eventually took him to the east, in pursuit of the 'complete control' touted by the practitioners of such arts as wushu, karate, and muay thai. While these practices certainly helped, they did not grant him the absolute control he sought and so he returned home to live alone in the mountains, where his ability could only harm the stone and trees. It was here that the call from Xavier found him, and as a man with no better options left, he decided to make the journey to New York and find out what this professor had to offer.
If everything is left how it is then I have a great way to introduce Scott into the story, whereas if it's amended I have to start from scratch. And its Scott and Emma. It would be nice to make them friends right off the bat, given their history in the comics. At least from my perspective...
Oh... thanks! :) Will do. As long as this doesn't mean I have to bring you food or clean your house or anything... ;)
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