Post by peter on Oct 9, 2009 6:09:21 GMT
++Application for Enrollment++
The Person
Name: Peter Reynolds
Age: 24
Place of Birth: Seattle, Washington
Applying too: Xavier's
In what capacity: Teacher. Strategy/social studies.
Family: Renee Reynolds (mother, estranged). Senator Jason Pack. (father, estranged) Markus Reynolds (uncle)
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 130
Appearance:
He's got a deep scar running up his left side starting at his shoulder and ending at his hip. He's got a scar on his right temple and a bullet would right above his left elbow. He has a tattoo on his shoulder blade that says 'Never Forget'.
Skills: He's a trained strategist, although since he relies heavily on emotions, he tends to ignore his training. He's been in the army, so he's good with guns and stuff, but he doesn't really like guns. He's a pretty good boxer, okay at gymnastics, and an expirerianced motorcycle rider. He can also sing pretty well.
Personality: Peter is a bit of an anti-flake. He tries things and spits them out. Due to... his whole life really, he can't seem to find something he likes to do that isn't destructive. He likes playing pool, and working out, but moderation isn't a skill of his so he's done both to the point of being dangerous to his health. He realises this, and he doesn't like it about himself, but he tries not to think about it too much.
Peter is used to having money. He's always been well off, and while he's not a huge spender, he does seem to go for extravagant purchases. He dresses well, and like all people enjoys having money as safety. He'll take all the safety he can get in his life too. He's always had stuff hanging over his head that he can't controll, especially his birth. He's gotten over it himself, but the idea of people finding out has always scared him.
Peter is very laid-back. He's a bit of a sweat heart, good to have around if you need someone to talk to, and also if you want to go to a party. He's good with girls, but doesn't really like flirting. His traumatic experience in the military and his inability to feel at home anywhere probably influences his habit of not staying anywhere for long.
Likes:
- trying new things
- bikes (as in motorcycle)
- knives
- being the center of attention
- flying
- thinking things through
- pool
Dislikes:
- army/millitary
- being uncomfortable
- his family
- the idea of having kids
- dressing up
The Mutant
Codename: Stardust
Mutant Abilities: Peter glows. A giant silver flash-light. When it's dark, his skin is always giving off a sort-of aurora, and when he concentrates he full-on shines. Peter really doesn't have any real use for his powers though.
The truth is, Peter isn't, can't, use the full extense of his powers. Originally, his powers were the ability to create glowing shields around himself, which he did once, when his powers first showed themselves. But the night durring which his powers first showed up was traumatic, both phisically and mentally. He has tried hard to forget everything that has happened that night, and he was hit in the head a bunch of times that night. Some mixture of the two must've blocked his ability to use his full power.
Weaknesses: His powers are untapped/not very impressive... So that's that. In a fight he's pretty much just got his fists. Another of his weaknesses is organized military because he was traumitized in the army. Peter doesn't mind fighting, he likes wrestling and stuff, but armys and guns scare him silly.
History: Peter was, to put it nicely, born out of Wedlock. He was born the result of a one-night stand between a Senator from Pennsylvania and a starlet from Hollywood. His dad was marred already, and promised to take care of his unborn child, but only so long as no one ever found out. Renee dropped out of the public eye while she was pregnant with Peter, going to Seattle and her brother, Markus. After Peter was born, Renee spent less and less time with her brother and young son.
Peter was ten when he was first told about his birth. He was a typical ten year old boy, and he'd never really found it strange that they always had plenty of money, even though his mother was now a nightclub singer and his uncle was a computer teck. He wanted his dad around, but he was a mature enough ten year old to take it pretty well. At least until he threw a vase into a wall.
Aside from a new obsession with politics, Peter's life wasn't really affected, not four another four years anyways. That was when his senator father's wife died and he decided that he wanted to meet the boy. Peter tried everything to get out of visiting his father, but couldn't really do anything, so it was off to Washington(the other one) for him. He arrived, and immidiatly struck off pourly with his father. Peter was stuck inside for his whole visit, since he was illigitamite kid, so of course his father couldnt' allow him to be seen.
So Peter survived the next couple of years flying between Washington and... Washington. He hated it, but there wasn't a lot he could do about it. His dad wanted to, or liked the idea of spending time together. But they couldn't stand each other, so they only made each other misserable. When he was fourteen he dicided to take things into his own hands. Peter told his dad that he would tell everyone who he was if his dad didn't let him go back to life with his mom and uncle. But he realised that it wasn't enough leverage for him to really get anywhere, it was a kid's world against a senator's, and obviously his father wasn't about to claim Peter as his own kid anytime soon.
So Peter got himself more leverage. He decided to join a gang. He'd left his house, fully intending to do it, when a gang found him. Peter was involved in a drive-by shooting, somehow having found himself on a chosen drive-by street. He saved a little girl and got himself shot in the arm for his trouble. But heroics weren't appriciated by the gang that he'd interupted, so he was in touble. When the police got there they found Peter beat to a pulp, leaning against the abandoned car that his gang had left. Peter's father called Peter, who was being treated for broken ribs, a bullet wound and a concussion on a cell phone he'd told the police to give him. His dad didn't realise that Peter had never actually joined the gang, so Peter told his dad that he would do it again if he didn't get scent home for good. So Peter agreed that he could go back to Seattle.
The rest of his childhood was mostly unevenful. His mother left for Hollywood again, leaving Peter with Markus. The two of them got along well, even if they didn't talk much, so Peter was happy, if a bit lonely. But when he was eighteen, Lady... destiny knocked on his door again. Peter's father showed up at in Peter's apartment (conveniently, it was while he was making out with a current girlfriend) and demanded to talk. Peter, having said everything he ever wanted to already, couldn't really do anything but agree to talk. Peter's father told him that it was time that he did something with his life, serve his county. Obviously this meant joining the army. It was hinted, although not expressly said that if Peter didn't enlist he would end up penniless in a gutter in Japan. Peter was furious, but he realized that he didn't really have a choice. He enlisted, then realized the reason that his father had wanted him to join the military was because someone was poking around his father's life and they'd guessed that there was an illegitimate child. Peter was furious, but he'd already enlisted and couldn't do anything about it now.
He was in for six months before being shipped off for active duty in a foreign county. He spent four months miserable, dodging bullets and suicide bombers. Then he found himself patrolling the night of a massive guerrilla attack. Peter and his squad of fifteen men were horribly outnumbered and by midnight all but Peter and another guy. Peter was only alive because the other man had rescued him. The other man, who's name was Hayden, happened to be a mutant. His power allowed him to fly, and he flew himself and Peter out onto a hill. They'd decided to leave, since there was no way two men could do anything by themselves. But they were spotted flying away, and Hayden was shot. Peter found himself falling to the ground, and then his latent mutant ability kicked in. Peter bounced against the ground, the impact almost knocking him out. He landed, and before he had the chance to get his bearings, Peter was captured by the guerrillas and taken prisoner. He was beaten, then thrown off the back of a truck, probably under the assumption that he was dead.
Despite a gash running up his side, through which he realized that he could see some of his guts, Peter managed to find a working comm and arrange to be picked up. Being as Peter was the only one who really knew what had happened, a rescue was launched and they got to Peter right before he passed out. A week later, he woke up in a hospital. The attack had shocked him just as much as it had shocked everyone else, so he couldn't really tell them anything. A couple painful months later, Peter was discharged honorably. He couldn't really go back to his family, he didn't know where his mom was, didn't have any interest in seeing his dad, and Markus had never been that kind of support to him. So he decided to start over. Peter moved to a small town in Maine and restarted his life.
On his own for the first time really, and unsure of what to do with himself, Peter decided to figure out what to do with his life. He boxed for fun, but found quickly that anything to do with guns scared the hell out of him. He was reluctant to admit that he was as scared as he was from his experience, but he was. He started having nightmares, so he decided to live on caffeine and spend his nights in a bar. He wasn't a drinker, didn't like the taste, but he found he was good at pool. So he became a regular in the pool halls. Peter's health, never really having gotten better after being discharged, went downhill fast. He ended up in a hospital with pneumonia among other things. A social worker took interest in him and set him up another new life, this time in Albany. Peter joined a gym and soon found out he was pretty good at gymnastics, being flexible and fit. It wasn't really his thing, but it was something to do, so he stuck with that for a while.
The whole time, he'd been avoiding having anything to do with his powers. He'd figured out that it hadn't been a fluke, that he'd... landed strangly or something. But he'd decided not to chase that lead, mostly because he associated it with the village where his life had gone sour. But he'd been hearing about Mutants in the news, and he started surfing the Internet. He didn't find anything, so he'd decided to just give-up. He whent out for ice cream right after this, and whitnessed a mutant kid first manafesting. The kid had some sort of controll over light, and it wasn't long before a full-fledged mob had formed. After only a moment of indicision, Peter dashed out of the shop he was in and pulled the girl in with him. They, or he, barricaded the door. But Peter was sure they were screwed.
Turns out they weren't though. The building had a back-door and no one had gotten there yet when Peter dragged the mutant girl out the street and onto a train. He panicked, and without thinking, ran to the nearest big city- New York. They wandered the outskirts of New York for a couple of days, eventually knocking on the right door- Xavier's School for gifted children. He didn't even mean to find it- he didn't know what it was. What with that you're not supposed to know where the school is. But knock he did. And he figured out pretty quickly that this was a good place for him to be. The girl that he had brought with him didn't stay, she whent home to her parents. But Peter, not having anything else to do, stayed. He was offered a teaching position, which he took.
RP Sample: Peter stared up at the ceiling, head propped under his interlaced fingers. It was dark in the room, but he could see just fine from the glow that was coming off his bare chest. He was still wearing jeans, having given up on changine into something that he was going to sleep in the same time he'd given up on going to sleep. There were dark shadows under his eyes, and his fingers and hair were stained with chalk dust. He'd spent all day in a pool hall, but at whatever after midnight hour it had been when it closed, he'd decided to come back to the school. Not that fermiluar surroundings were doing him much good.
He had oldschool headphones on, and was going through the music for the third time that night. But the intense music helped keep him awake. Because the last thing Peter wanted to do was close his eyes. This was the day, four years ago today, that his squad had been attacked. Usually he could push past the nightmares. But not today.
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