Post by robby on Oct 12, 2008 19:25:57 GMT -6
“what is your name?
ROBERT REESE
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ROBERT REESE
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“who are you, really?
YOUR NAME TwisterOTHER CHARACTERS -- N/A
CONTACT INFO -- AIM - ZapCropduster
“tell me about yourself.
[/sup][/center] FULL NAME -- Robert Joseph ReeseNICKNAMES -- Robby
AGE AND BIRTHDATE -- 19 // June 6th, 1989
GENDER -- Male
AFFILIATION -- Neutral
ABILITY -- Quantum manipulation via connection to the space-time continuum
ABILITY LIMITS --
- Connected to the space/time continuum
- Able to "sense" things through the continuum
- Able to manipulate that which resides in the space-time continuum
- Currently unaware of just how powerful his ability can be
- Due to nature of power, immune to power mimicry and absorption
- Forced to take specialized drugs to dull his quantum-senses
- Without specialized drugs, loses his grip on his current space-time, effectively losing his humanity
SEXUAL ORIENTATION -- Heterosexual
NATIONALITY -- American
RELIGION -- Agnostic
BIRTHPLACE -- Chicago, Illinois
HOMETOWN -- Chicago, Illinois
CURRENT RESIDENCE -- Mobile
“what do you look like?
[/sup][/center] HAIR -- Dark brownEYES -- Brown
HEIGHT/WEIGHT -- 6'/195 lbs.
BODY TYPE -- Average muscular
OVERALL HEALTH -- Physical health is good, mental health is below average
OTHER NOTABLE TRAITS -- Eyes often become "cloudy" when viewing through time, like other precognitives
PLAY BY -- Ryan Reynolds
“how do you perceive yourself?
[/sup][/center] LIKES -- DISLIKES --
WORST FEAR -- To lose his very humanity
BIGGEST SECRET OR REGRET -- He often sees things that he shouldn't, but keeps them hidden.
GREATEST AMBITION -- Being able to function normally
DEFINING QUALITY -- The constant need to ask "Why?"
The want to have a content and happy life
IDIOSYNCRASIES --
PERSONALITY
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“what about your life?
[/sup][/center] FAMILY FATHER -- Jonathan
SIBLINGS -- N/A
OTHER NOTABLE RELATIVES -- N/A
[/ul]BIOGRAPHY -- Robby Reese was born some 19 years ago in Chicago. His father, Jon, was a workaholic, dedicating himself fully to his managerial position at the phone company, giving the family a comfortable level of wealth. His mother, Lynn, was a nurse, with her life dedicated to helping those in need, save for her own family.
This left Robby, an only child, alone for long periods of time. From an early age, he learned to do things for himself, such as make complete breakfasts. At the age of two, his parents first realized his genius intellect when he simply picked up the newspaper one day and began to sound out words. By kindergarten, he was reading high school level textbooks. This led to a lifelong passion for reading for the boy.
And read he did, especially in school. Robby wasn't the most social of children, with his classmates often mocking him for his intellect and small size. The boy soon began to feel detached from humanity, feeling as if he himself wasn't human, and it didn't help that his parents were never really there to comfort him. In fact, at the age of ten, Jon was diagnosed with cancer, which began to put the family into financial hardship.
With the multiple points of stress in his life coming to a head, Robby took up a rather disturbing hobby, inspired by Chicago's often harsh winters: freezing things. At first, he froze inanimate objects, but then he moved up to flies, then bees, then squirrels. Finally, when his parents discovered a frozen cat in their freezer, they decided that enough was enough, and so they moved out to the suburbs in hopes that Robby would become more, as they phrased it, "normal."
But the move only made things worse. Lynn soon took up drinking, which resulted in her dismissal from her job. Now Robby's parents were both home often, but it remained as if they were still away from him for long periods of time due to their own nuances. Robby grew deeper in his isolation, which lasted through high school. His grades allowed him to get a full academic scholarship to Duke University's science program, but more importantly, it allowed him to finally get away from his family.
This would not come to pass, however. Immediately following his high school graduation, he and well over one hundred other graduates got on a train to go deeper downtown. This train violently derailed and exploded due to the fuel line igniting as a result of the electrified tracks. 167 people died, the majority of which were the graduates. There was a sole survivor, and he was miraculously unharmed.
For the weeks following the accident, Robby attempted to come to terms with what had happened. He himself wasn't completely aware of the circumstances that led to his survival. But as he slowly overcame his survivor's guilt, his powers began to manifest, and with them came his "quantum-senses", an overall view of the space-time continuum itself. As his quantum-senses grew, they threatened his very humanity, and soon he could no longer function as a human being. It was only through the assistance of a mysterious benefactor that Robby discovered a unique drug thingytail that would dull his quantum-senses and keep him sane, but at the cost of a portion of his abilities.
Now, Robby has split his time between his father's apartment and the road, often taking long trips to find meaning in his life, now that he's becoming aware of a universe virtually nobody has seen.
SAMPLE RP
Erik had learned two things about humans: they loved to fight, and they were suckers for attractive women. It was a good thing that the majority of his active Brotherhood, at the moment, were in fact attractive woman - very attractive women. It would make this protest all that much easier.
The protest was a result of one of the first major anti-mutant blows. A rather popular department store had changed their store policy, and this was reflected in the sign that was now prominent in their front window: NO MUTANTS. Now, it wasn't just the flagrant disruption of civil rights that caused the protest, but it was the government and law enforcement's failure to act appropriately. It seemed as if they simply didn't care.
Erik knew that this was the case. That's why the surprisingly sizable crowd of mutants had yet to be stopped. They carried signs and made their own chants and shouts. Charles would probably be proud of the fact that they had yet to get violent.
"MY BROTHERS." It was the naturally commanding quality of his voice that caused the crowd to stop and look in his direction. It was his appearance, however, that caused them to give him the time of day. A deep crimson helmet was affixed on his head, with his soul-burning brown eyes showing through. The same red extended to what appeared to be a modified cassock, which extended down to just barely past his knees, parting in the middle to reveal the deep purple, nearly black pants he wore underneath. These pants terminated in a pair of black laceless combat boots.
Erik's choice of garb was not one of carelessness. He had thought about it for weeks, months even, before coming to a final solution. The helmet gave him the appearance of a military leader, not unlike his dear Alexander the Great. The cassock gave him the appearance of a religious figure not unlike a priest (ironic, considering his own Jewish descent).
"All of us are here today for a single reason." Magneto began to levitate off of the ground, allowing him to move over the crowd and make his way to the long concrete steps that led up to the store. A nearby street lamp provided him with enough metal to create a platform for both him and the rest of the Brotherhood to stand on. "Because we are being persecuted."
He paused for a moment before continuing. "But we're not being persecuted for the things we are doing. Not for the things we believe in. Not even for where we come from. No, we're being persecuted simply for BEING. Simply for existing in this world!" A low rumble of voices moved through the crowd. The majority of the protesters were now intrigued with the charismatic group in front of them.
"My brothers and sisters, we are nothing but mere cattle to humanity. Evolution has chosen us to succeed where humanity has failed. Yet we sleep in sewers, we hide our true selves in order to avoid being assaulted. Why must we conceal who we are? Why must we conceal what we've been naturally gifted with?" The voices grew louder now.
"The Declaration of Independence that this country was founded upon guarantees the same rights to every man. The phrase 'all men are created equal'! This sign has been up for one week now, and nothing has been done to remove it. Apparently, mutants aren't men in the eyes of the United States government. We aren't even living beings to them. We are below humanity, even though we have been naturally gifted to be beyond it." The crowd was nearing a deafening point.
"But they're right. We're not equal to humanity. Because we're ABOVE humanity. We aren't homo-sapiens! We're homo-superior! Make no mistake, my brothers and sisters, when I tell you that each and every one of you is truly gifted. Think of yourselves not as being freaks, nor as 'accidents' beneath the feet of humans. No, no, do not think this at all. KNOW that you are ABOVE them. All of you are gods above these men that are all created equal, a Brotherhood of Mutants united together. And it's time that all of you began acting it."
At that point, in a thunderous roar, the crowd of mutants charged into the department store. Within moments, the windows were shattered, with the "NO MUTANTS" sign being burned by a creative pyrokinetic. Affluent humans were being robbed and ransacked left and right. As the riot raged on, Magneto moved the metal platform higher into the air, ensuring that both he and the Brotherhood got a good view of it all.
"Watch, my friends. Watch as the first battle in the war is won."
The protest was a result of one of the first major anti-mutant blows. A rather popular department store had changed their store policy, and this was reflected in the sign that was now prominent in their front window: NO MUTANTS. Now, it wasn't just the flagrant disruption of civil rights that caused the protest, but it was the government and law enforcement's failure to act appropriately. It seemed as if they simply didn't care.
Erik knew that this was the case. That's why the surprisingly sizable crowd of mutants had yet to be stopped. They carried signs and made their own chants and shouts. Charles would probably be proud of the fact that they had yet to get violent.
"MY BROTHERS." It was the naturally commanding quality of his voice that caused the crowd to stop and look in his direction. It was his appearance, however, that caused them to give him the time of day. A deep crimson helmet was affixed on his head, with his soul-burning brown eyes showing through. The same red extended to what appeared to be a modified cassock, which extended down to just barely past his knees, parting in the middle to reveal the deep purple, nearly black pants he wore underneath. These pants terminated in a pair of black laceless combat boots.
Erik's choice of garb was not one of carelessness. He had thought about it for weeks, months even, before coming to a final solution. The helmet gave him the appearance of a military leader, not unlike his dear Alexander the Great. The cassock gave him the appearance of a religious figure not unlike a priest (ironic, considering his own Jewish descent).
"All of us are here today for a single reason." Magneto began to levitate off of the ground, allowing him to move over the crowd and make his way to the long concrete steps that led up to the store. A nearby street lamp provided him with enough metal to create a platform for both him and the rest of the Brotherhood to stand on. "Because we are being persecuted."
He paused for a moment before continuing. "But we're not being persecuted for the things we are doing. Not for the things we believe in. Not even for where we come from. No, we're being persecuted simply for BEING. Simply for existing in this world!" A low rumble of voices moved through the crowd. The majority of the protesters were now intrigued with the charismatic group in front of them.
"My brothers and sisters, we are nothing but mere cattle to humanity. Evolution has chosen us to succeed where humanity has failed. Yet we sleep in sewers, we hide our true selves in order to avoid being assaulted. Why must we conceal who we are? Why must we conceal what we've been naturally gifted with?" The voices grew louder now.
"The Declaration of Independence that this country was founded upon guarantees the same rights to every man. The phrase 'all men are created equal'! This sign has been up for one week now, and nothing has been done to remove it. Apparently, mutants aren't men in the eyes of the United States government. We aren't even living beings to them. We are below humanity, even though we have been naturally gifted to be beyond it." The crowd was nearing a deafening point.
"But they're right. We're not equal to humanity. Because we're ABOVE humanity. We aren't homo-sapiens! We're homo-superior! Make no mistake, my brothers and sisters, when I tell you that each and every one of you is truly gifted. Think of yourselves not as being freaks, nor as 'accidents' beneath the feet of humans. No, no, do not think this at all. KNOW that you are ABOVE them. All of you are gods above these men that are all created equal, a Brotherhood of Mutants united together. And it's time that all of you began acting it."
At that point, in a thunderous roar, the crowd of mutants charged into the department store. Within moments, the windows were shattered, with the "NO MUTANTS" sign being burned by a creative pyrokinetic. Affluent humans were being robbed and ransacked left and right. As the riot raged on, Magneto moved the metal platform higher into the air, ensuring that both he and the Brotherhood got a good view of it all.
"Watch, my friends. Watch as the first battle in the war is won."
