Post by James Zect on Apr 19, 2011 4:22:44 GMT
James Saboro Zect
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Come on baby...don't fear the reaper
Baby take my hand...don't fear the reaper
We'll be able to fly...don't fear the reaper[/b][/size][/font]
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Codename: The Reaper
Age: 25
Faction: Neutral Mutant
Occupation: Caricaturist/Musician
Playby: Steven Strait
i'm wanting to be free of this hate...
Father: Unknown
Mother: Nima Zect - Deceased
Siblings: None
Other: Aunt, Yuri Zect
but you're not letting it go....
Likes: Art, music, the dark, his motorcycle, quiet.
Dislikes: Loud/crowded places, abusive people, jerks, hypocrites, being the center of attention.
Strengths:[/size] General fighting, drawing, playing music.
Weaknesses:[/size] Doesn't like being the center of attention to the point that it'll distract him (not as afflicted while on stage). He will not hurt someone beyond what he deems necessary, afraid it might bring out his darker half. He tends to be a bit of a pushover at times, not wanting to disappoint people.
Mutant Power (if applicable):[/size] James' powers allow him to manipulate a vast pool of energy that exists within himself. In the beginning, he could only use this to form objects, only in black and white, that would last until he got distracted. As time moved on he slowly became more powerful, able to manipulate the energy for longer and make them more sturdy. He began to get the ability to launch bursts of energy in the same line. He also gained the ability to access the full light spectrum, able to generate his own light show.
He has the capability of making an object permanent, but he has only done this once because of the energy requirements and that energy permanently being cut off from him, although he can still manipulate it to an extent. He can cause the energy to take any shape he wishes, from a sharp blade, to a skateboard, and just about anything he can picture.
Power Limits:[/size] James' energy bursts are only effective within about a 20 foot radius at normal power. However, if he were to completely drain himself (which would come close to killing him), he could probably cut a nice big hole clear through the city. He has to reabsorb any of the objects he creates, unless he goes to the extra effort and power of making them permanent. If he gets to far away, or loses to much concentration, the objects shatter into glass-like shards that explode outward from the object.
Personality:[/size][/font] James was once completely introverted, not willing to come very far out of his shell for just about anyone. However, over the years he's slowly broken himself of this habit, not really breaking out of his desire to not be the center of attention. However, as long as he’s playing his music, he doesn’t mind being on stage. He tends to be sarcastic at times, but will usually be quick to apologize if he thinks the other person was offended or if he thinks it sounded mean. He still gets nervous standing in crowds, and prefers to stand by himself or with one or two people. He’s fine during concerts as he’s not standing in the crowd.
He tends to be mostly serious while he’s fighting, even though he is nearly terrified of seriously injuring someone. His mother worked in a hospital as a nurse when he was younger, and watching people come in and out every day with serious injuries made him not want to hurt anyone like that, among several other events that happened when he was younger. He tends to be quiet around people he doesn’t know that well, but he’ll come out of his shell if he spends enough time around the person. He tends to be touch of a romantic, among other things.
can't you see we are the same?
Eyes:[/size] Green, change to Purple while using his powers
Hair:[/size] Brown
Physique:[/size] James tends to have a style a bit on the darker side of the color spectrum, preferring to wear blacks and dark grays. He will wear lighter clothes if he is in the mood, but he doesn't usually. His favorite shirt is black with a white skull in the center (Punisher style) on it. The clothes are normally baggy, usually cargo pants for pants, but if it's warmer he can wear jean shorts or cargo shorts. He wears running shoes most of the time, but he also can dress a little more on the upscale side if he needs to. He doesn't usually style his hair, but he'll occasionally style it back. If he doesn't feel like it, he'll wear it down.
He'll usually carry around his sketchpad, it almost acting like an accessory for him since he tends to carry it everywhere. He has been considering a tattoo, but he isn't really sure if it's for him. He wears a silver necklace with a skull and crossbones, a parting gift from his mother before he flew out to the islands. He cracks his neck a lot... that's not really appearance, but it has something to do with his body so I didn't know if it had to go here or not I would suppose so....
He slouches slightly when he's relaxed, but he has fairly rigged posture when he's nervous or he's being addressed by someone with authority. He has fairly perfect teeth, mostly because his mother used to tell him horror stories about people in the hospital who had their teeth rotting out that made him never want that to even have the remotest possibility to happen. He has a fairly average voice when he's talking normally, but he does have a fairly good singing voice, with the pitch changing depending on the song. He’s recently grown out a bit of a beard, more out of not wanting to shave than wanting to grow it.
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this war we're fighting is undecided...
History: [/font] James Zect was the result of a one night stand between his mother, Nima Zect, and an unknown man. His mother worked in a drug store in San Diego, California as the assistant manager. His mother couldn't give him everything, but she gave him everything she could, and kept him happy. When he was three, his mother got an abusive boyfriend who would repeatedly beat both his mother and him.
On his seventh birthday, the man showed up drunk to his party, which was just him and his mother because James didn't make friends easily, and he commonly avoided people because of his mother's boyfriend. He viciously attacked James, hitting him over and over again. After ten minutes of the assault, James was out of tears, and he screamed out for the man to stop.
A white shield of energy burst around him, and sent the man flying through the wall of the apartment building. His mother, out of fear and caring for her son, packed everything she could, and the two fled the city. They made their way, using any way they could, to Albany, New York. His mother got a new job as a nurse in a hospital, and James entered public school.
Over the next Several years his powers developed more, and he learned to keep his emotions in somewhat control to prevent himself from hurting anyone. Then, when he was 14, his powers were unleashed again. His mother's boyfriend had followed them all the way across the country, this time bringing a group of anti-mutant activists. They attacked him and his mother as they walked home from the hospital she was working in. Again, they beat him, only this time it didn't take ten minutes for his abilities to activate.
The energy was black this time, but rather than a sphere of energy surrounding his body, they formed a sharp blade as he punched back at the attackers. He put three of the four men in the hospital, and they fled again. This time to New York City. Shortly after their arrival, they were approached by members of the Xavier Institute, and they asked him to enter the school. While James wasn't keen to leave his mother alone, in case her boyfriend or the anti-mutant activists came back, but she eventually talked him into going.
After his first year at the school, he found it easier to make friends than at his regular school, although he still avoided large crowds of people if he could manage it. During his second year he learned to control the energy better, and learned to make different shapes out of it, his favorite being that of a scythe, but it took no less time or concentration to form any other shape. Also during this year he found a place in the graveyard where all the graves were over a hundred years old, and rarely frequented by visitors. He found it a perfect place to study and practice his powers with few, if any, interruptions. Throughout his last two years in school, he could often be found there, his skull mask dawned, and a hoody over his head
James eventually became an official member of the X-Men when his training was finally complete, thanks to a certain silver haired telepath. After a year or so, his mother died when a drug addict attempted to rob the hospital, and he took out three other people along with her. Unable to deal with this in the usual way, he dropped out of the school, traveling around the country. His last known whereabouts put him in DC assisting in stopping an assault by a Titanium Man, and was believed to have been killed in the attack. He actually survived the attack, moving around again. He recently moved back to the city, trying to decide if he should try to go back to the school, having been one of the few to survive M day with his powers.
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[/center]it's time to make a choice
Role-play Example:
A figure walked up along the grass, walking to a spot where there wasn't really anyone around. There were a few people scattered around, but there really wasn't anyone in the general area around them. They raised their arm, stabbing the ground in front of them with a scythe. They tilted their neck to the side looking out over the campus. The school was still... relatively quiet for the morning. They sighed and looked down for a moment.
"Are you sure about this?" the figure muttered. No one answered, but they sighed and nodded. "Okay." They had a long, tattered, black cloak covering their body. Their face was covered by a skull mask, except for the mouth, which made their eyes appear solid red. They twisted a keyboard, formally on their back, in front of them, hitting a trio of keys. As they did, a large stage rose out of the ground, appearing to be made from oversized skeletons, complete with amplifiers, instruments, and momentarily unused lights.
A moment later, three more, in full skeletal getups, took positions behind the other instruments. The figure looked around and nodded, hitting another three keys, amplified by the speakers next to them. "We... are... Reaper," said the figure, his voice amplified over the speakers. He looked back out over the grounds, "Wonder if anyone'll come to listen?" he whispered, before hitting a button on the keyboard, switching its instrument to sound like a guitar. "Might as well get this over with," he muttered. The skeletal figure on the guitar nodded, and looked to the figure to get them started.
"Might as well start with something loud to grab some attention," he said, starting the song. He was fairly good at changing his voice, so he could make it sound like someone else... at least for this song. Didn't want anyone recognizing it.
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to decide who you really are...
Name: Kirby
Location: Cali.
RP Experience: A few years
How You Found Us: One of you showed it to me.
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