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Whispers of Trinity *limited

Just out of curiosity, what type of magic is used by and large? Is there a formal system for it or is it more of an individual art that varies from character to character? I'm interested in that last male fair folk spot, in case that wasn't obvious.

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Aren't we still at the bar? Nightrunner's post seems to indicate he's at the mansion.

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Hey now, lets not go overboard here. Scott was very clearly concerned for her safety... Lol.

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Scott Summers

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.

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While everyone else headed for the fridge and the sandwiches therein, Scott glanced across the room to the pool table and opted for a different route. He'd eaten on the plane on the way here, so he wasn't hungry as yet. What he could go for, on the other hand, was a nice cause and effect challenge of angles and planes (not the flying kind, though he's good with those too). Sixteen balls on the table and a near infinite number of options for how to put them in the pockets. It was definitely his kind of game.

Walking over to the table, he could see there was already a game in progress and striking angles and deflections and reflections and a veritable plethora of spacial analysis calculations spun through his head almost without conscious thought. By the time he'd reached the table, he'd figured seven different ways to sink all five of the remaining solids in a single shot, and four ways to sink the remaining seven stripes. Now all he had to do was actually get the shot execution right. Picking up the discarded cue stick, he walked around to the back side of the table and lined up his shot, then slammed it forward into the gleaming white cue ball with just enough force to get the chain reaction going. And go it did, sinking one ball after another until the last solid hit the bumpers at too steep an angle and deflected back onto the table instead of into the pocket.

Scott let out a small huff of annoyance and sunk the remaining solid, then set about lining up his shot for the stripes. Or his first shot, at least, if things kept going the way they were. He kept an ear on the conversation on the other side of the room though, and an amused smile played at his lips when the japanese girl very boldly revealed her marriage to Logan and Sparkles just as blatantly tried to hide her disappointment by asking for a date for the evening. He pegged Atticus as the first taker, now that his biggest "competition" was apparently spoken for, but if no one did step up he figured he could keep her company for safety's sake.

Mortal Claims Saga (persistent world/multiverse)

I could join if this gets some more interest.

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Little something posted. It's open to both individual responses or a single response by Logan, whichever works better.

EDIT: If just Logan replies, he could outline the displayed abilities so far then use it as a lead in to ask Kurt what he can do. Just a thought.

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"Strangely enough, Logan, I was thinking the exact same thing on the way down here. Not exactly the place you want to be in a cave-in." Then he turned to the girl as she introduced herself and reached out and took her hand. "Scott Summers. Good to meet you too." He highlighted the phrase with what he hoped was a warm smile, though to be honest he never really could get the hang of these friendly social interactions. Even before the war, most of his social experience came from learning to hunt and fish and fly with his dad, rather than hanging out with what few kids there were his age in his home town. After the war, he just couldn't see the point in it all anymore. He couldn't spend any time around other people without putting them in danger, and that made all the little social mannerisms kind of pointless. His mother had insisted he learn and observe them anyway though, so he'd picked up enough to not come across as any more than a little strange or creepy. Or at least he hoped he didn't come across as very strange or creepy.

Regardless, he released the girl's hand and turned his attention back to Logan. "Since we seem to have missed the big show, how about a quick run-down on what everyone can do?" He glanced at the rest of the gathered people and realized they might not be entirely inclined to divulge such a personal secret to a complete stranger. Then again, they had done it for Logan and Erik. "If it makes any of you feel better, I can go first. I shoot death rays out of my eyes." Yeah. Death rays. It sounded like something out of a Jules Verne or Edgar Rice Burroughs novel, but no, it was absolutely real and absolutely true.

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Because I'm better than all of you. ;)

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