Blackbolt

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The Person

Name: Brian Honoré Black, IV

Age:29

Place of Birth: Upper East Side, New York, New York

Applying too: Hellfire Club

In what capacity: Black King

Family: James Black (Father), Erin Black (Mother)

Height: 6’2”

Weight: 210 pounds

Appearance:

Born to a family which, on both sides, had a long tradition of trophy wives, there was no doubt that Brian would inherit the family good looks. He happened to inherit rather strong family features, a strong and square jaw from his father, a straight and noble nose from his mother. But more than that he inherited the features more represented by his trophy wife grandmothers. Full lips that would be better served on someone who didn’t frown quite as much as Brian, to a thick head of chocolate colored hair that fell messily across his forehead, his dark eyebrows have a graceful natural arch that bring attention to his pale blue eyes that could be said to be pretty if it weren’t for the hardness found within them. Many find his figure to be imposing, largely muscular; he is a man who fills out his suit and the air of stoicism that follows him everywhere lends to this feeling. There is almost always some form of expression on Brian’s face do to the fact he cannot express himself with words.

Skills: Brian, since losing the ability to actually use his speech, has resorted to learning ASL for everyday uses despite the fact that almost everyone he surrounds himself with is a telepath, it’s more for show, if he never bothered it’d appear to be somewhat remiss of him, and growing up the way he did such things were not to be tolerated. Growing up Brian was quite athletic and has managed to maintain his physical shape over the years despite the fact, or maybe in spite of the fact, that he lost the use of his words. Long conversations were replaced with long workout sessions. Beyond that the only skill from his childhood that he’s maintained is his piano playing, it’s a bit of a stress relief for him since he can’t yell and scream like most people do when overtly stressed.


Personality: Deeply loyal and having a strong belief in the good of the many, even if that means to go against their wishes, something that he will do. Brian believes that all that is wrong with the world stems from the greed and the ungratefulness that he saw in just about everyone outside of his family growing up. He views those who break rules for the sake of it as a poison that must be stamped out. While growing up he was bound to his family’s set of rules and he held them as high as he held the law. As he grew up, went to college, and eventually joined the work force and the Hellfire Club, he soon found himself in a position of power and influence where his word was the law. He is quite orderly and dislikes going against creed and tradition, but has been known to have quite the temper and can be swayed to act against a rule or law if he is mad enough. He’s been known to claim more and more power while in these states, his innate ambition will override his respect for authority. Brian’s loyalty has lead him on many occasions to circumvent the rules in order to protect those he cares about or feels responsible for and will react in ways that may seem to go against his nature to protect them.

Likes:

• Order
  
• Authority
  
• Peacefulness
  
• Playing Piano
  
• The Finer Things
  

Dislikes:

• Chaos
  
• Anarchy
  
• People who don’t know their place
  
• Excessive noise (ironic)
  
• Injustice done against his views
  

The Mutant

Codename: Blackbolt

Mutant Abilities: With the ability to shatter concrete and rend steel with a single open mouthed word, Brian’s powers came at a large price, because of the particular pitch his vocal chords reach when in use can no longer use them for making any noise that’s open mouthed. He’s able to make noises that do not make full use of his vocal chords, such as groaning or growling. That said, his powers do have limitations. While at a certain distance and for a limited duration, his voice will cause near complete destruction of nearly any man-made structure and severely damage organic beings. This damage is caused by blowing their eardrums out and bombarding their bodies with concussive sound waves.

Weaknesses: Brian can scream himself hoarse and it is completely indiscriminate destruction within a certain radius that shrinks with use. He cannot focus the power at certain targets The absolute widest he’s able to cause wanton destruction is a fifty foot diameter, with the most destruction occurring closer to him steadily lessening until the edge of his effect. He is by no means immune to his own powers 100% either, not only can he only use it for a short duration of time, five minutes in one day if he’s absolutely rested for over a week before, but the use of it leaves him weakened to such a degree Brian aches all over. This is because though he isn’t directly hit by his sound waves in the same way others are, it still does cause a fair bit of damage to his physical being as well.


History: Born to a very upper class family in Manhattan, Brian was afforded practically everything in life. He was raised in a rather loving, if only a little bit controlling, environment. Like many people of his status not all of the raising of him was done by the parents, he has more memories of his various nannies raising him than he does of his parents. Strange though that may seem, it was 100% normal for him and he doesn’t regret those things. The very things that kept his family away from him was what afforded him that life that he had been accustomed to. He was given all the best tutors and trainers in almost any subject or instrument imaginable. He has nothing but good memories of his upbringing, someone was always there for him, and that’s all that matters.

It was his childhood that instilled Brian’s belief in authority, though the identity of this authority has changed over time, he’s been unquestioningly loyal his whole life. This began first with his tutors and nannies, transferred to his teammates and peers in school, and Brian somehow managed to juggle everything that was expected of him simply because it was expected of him. His team needed him to score in the final seconds of over-time to win? He would do it. Everything piled on everything else that he didn’t even notice when his powers first began to manifest themselves. His yells of elation in athletic success began to shake the earth. He seemed to lose control of the volume of his voice at odd times. Then one day, at 16 years old, while on vacation he opened his mouth and tried to speak. Instead of speaking as he sought to do, he practically leveled an entire five star resort.

His family paid to have everything fixed and they also paid to give him the best ASL tutor money could buy. Unsure of how to react Brian refused to speak again or really even attempt to gain control of them for fear of hurting people, this would prove to be a mistake as he never fully gained control of his powers, and through the abuse he’s put his vocal chords through over the years it no longer is an option.

To make up for his lack of speech Brian focused on everything else in his life, academics and athletics. He also turned quite a bit of his energy on piano playing, a skill that did not require a voice. He eventually moved onto college, attending the University of Southern California and majoring in business. After receiving his graduate degree in Business, he returned to New York where he immediately began to climb up the cooperate ladder when he was inducted as his family’s representative to the prestigious Hellfire club.

It was here that he soon became aware of the darker nature of the business world and all its machinations. In a very rare burst of will and ambition Brian sought to take control of the Black court. He worked his way up from the time he was when twenty-four till he was twenty-nine, Brian grabbed the title of Black King for himself and went about establishing order and control over the various warring ideologies in his court. He’s done this by allowing for a more democratic power structure, he is far more likely than his predecessors to listen to the lower court members and take into account their wants and desires. Brian is by no means foolish enough to believe that they won’t stab him in the back if given half a chance and has gone about setting up a safety net of sorts to ensure this does not happen to him.

RP Sample:

Drumming his fingers impatiently on the arm of his throne, Brian’s other hand full of scruffy chin, an eyebrow arched upwards and his lips turned down in severe frown, the Black King was not amused at the latest grumblings within his kingdom. He could understand differing ideologies and he could also understand the necessities of conflicts such as these. But he was not father figure. Patience was not a virtue that was held particularly dear to his heart. What little he did have was quickly beginning to run out. Slouched painfully in the already fairly uncomfortable seat, Brian contemplated all sorts things, chief among them was how he could most effectively silence these arguing fools.

The second order of business his mind turned to was the dull ache in his lower back and tail bone area. When he’d become so old was beyond him, he suspected it was his lack of discipline in the gym that’d caused this new sense of frailty, all because of a stupid chair. Sighing heavily he caught the attention of the people that were bickering before him. Jaws dropped as they took in the distinctly bored look in Brian’s eyes. One had the gall to gasp and exclaim

“Black King? Have you even heard a word we’ve said?!”

Snapping out of his reverie in an instant, icy eyes focused intently on the man who immediately sensed the threat to which he was no subjected. The mild distraction of his nearly thirty whining was enough to save these people’s skins. Growling while his eyes narrowed dangerously at the men before him the drumming on the arm of the chair ceased immediately and he sat up straight and proud, despite the annoying twinge in his back and he beckoned the men to come forward. They did so with a great deal of trepidation. Smirking Brian leaned forward himself as if he was about to whisper to them, his mouth opening to let the words out. What the men expected was a terrible blow to come to them, one that would likely leave them dead or thoroughly scrambled, a single word from this distant was likely to mean at least mortal injury, and they knew it. The others in the chamber seemed to take several steps backs, as if they could escape.

What came instead of such a mortal injury a swift fist applied it’s self to both men’s chins, the satisfying set of cracks that resounded through the chamber was enough for the Black King, for now. Waving his hand in a dismissive manner as he settled back into his throne, upper lip curling in disgust, the guards quickly dragged the two men out of his sight. The hush that fell on the crowd was amusing. He glanced to the figure at his right and smirked slightly and thought, Sometimes, it is good to be king.

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[center][b][size=2]++Application for Enrollment++[/size][/b][/center]
[center][b]The Person[/b][/center]

[b]Name:[/b] Brian Honoré Black, IV

[b]Age:[/b]29

[b]Place of Birth:[/b] Upper East Side, New York, New York

[b]Applying too:[/b] Hellfire Club

[b]In what capacity:[/b] Black King

[b]Family:[/b] James Black (Father), Erin Black (Mother)

[b]Height:[/b] 6’2”

[b]Weight:[/b] 210 pounds

[b]Appearance:[/b]
[IMG]http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h256/Julesthecoolness/Blackking.jpg[/IMG]
Born to a family which, on both sides, had a long tradition of trophy wives, there was no doubt that Brian would inherit the family good looks. He happened to inherit rather strong family features, a strong and square jaw from his father, a straight and noble nose from his mother. But more than that he inherited the features more represented by his trophy wife grandmothers. Full lips that would be better served on someone who didn’t frown quite as much as Brian, to a thick head of chocolate colored hair that fell messily across his forehead, his dark eyebrows have a graceful natural arch that bring attention to his pale blue eyes that could be said to be pretty if it weren’t for the hardness found within them. Many find his figure to be imposing, largely muscular; he is a man who fills out his suit and the air of stoicism that follows him everywhere lends to this feeling. There is almost always some form of expression on Brian’s face do to the fact he cannot express himself with words.

[b]Skills:[/b] Brian, since losing the ability to actually use his speech, has resorted to learning ASL for everyday uses despite the fact that almost everyone he surrounds himself with is a telepath, it’s more for show, if he never bothered it’d appear to be somewhat remiss of him, and growing up the way he did such things were not to be tolerated. Growing up Brian was quite athletic and has managed to maintain his physical shape over the years despite the fact, or maybe in spite of the fact, that he lost the use of his words. Long conversations were replaced with long workout sessions. Beyond that the only skill from his childhood that he’s maintained is his piano playing, it’s a bit of a stress relief for him since he can’t yell and scream like most people do when overtly stressed.


[b]Personality:[/b] Deeply loyal and having a strong belief in the good of the many, even if that means to go against their wishes, something that he will do. Brian believes that all that is wrong with the world stems from the greed and the ungratefulness that he saw in just about everyone outside of his family growing up. He views those who break rules for the sake of it as a poison that must be stamped out. While growing up he was bound to his family’s set of rules and he held them as high as he held the law. As he grew up, went to college, and eventually joined the work force and the Hellfire Club, he soon found himself in a position of power and influence where his word was the law. He is quite orderly and dislikes going against creed and tradition, but has been known to have quite the temper and can be swayed to act against a rule or law if he is mad enough. He’s been known to claim more and more power while in these states, his innate ambition will override his respect for authority. Brian’s loyalty has lead him on many occasions to circumvent the rules in order to protect those he cares about or feels responsible for and will react in ways that may seem to go against his nature to protect them.

[b]Likes:[/b]
[ul]
[li]Order
[/li][li]Authority
[/li][li]Peacefulness
[/li][li]Playing Piano
[/li][li]The Finer Things
[/li][/ul]

[b]Dislikes:[/b]
[ul]
[li]Chaos
[/li][li]Anarchy
[/li][li]People who don’t know their place
[/li][li]Excessive noise (ironic)
[/li][li]Injustice done against his views
[/li][/ul]

[center][b]The Mutant[/b][/center]

[b]Codename:[/b] Blackbolt

[b]Mutant Abilities:[/b] With the ability to shatter concrete and rend steel with a single open mouthed word, Brian’s powers came at a large price, because of the particular pitch his vocal chords reach when in use can no longer use them for making any noise that’s open mouthed. He’s able to make noises that do not make full use of his vocal chords, such as groaning or growling. That said, his powers do have limitations. While at a certain distance and for a limited duration, his voice will cause near complete destruction of nearly any man-made structure and severely damage organic beings. This damage is caused by blowing their eardrums out and bombarding their bodies with concussive sound waves.

[b]Weaknesses:[/b] Brian can scream himself hoarse and it is completely indiscriminate destruction within a certain radius that shrinks with use. He cannot focus the power at certain targets The absolute widest he’s able to cause wanton destruction is a fifty foot diameter, with the most destruction occurring closer to him steadily lessening until the edge of his effect. He is by no means immune to his own powers 100% either, not only can he only use it for a short duration of time, five minutes in one day if he’s absolutely rested for over a week before, but the use of it leaves him weakened to such a degree Brian aches all over. This is because though he isn’t directly hit by his sound waves in the same way others are, it still does cause a fair bit of damage to his physical being as well.


[b]History:[/b] Born to a very upper class family in Manhattan, Brian was afforded practically everything in life. He was raised in a rather loving, if only a little bit controlling, environment. Like many people of his status not all of the raising of him was done by the parents, he has more memories of his various nannies raising him than he does of his parents. Strange though that may seem, it was 100% normal for him and he doesn’t regret those things. The very things that kept his family away from him was what afforded him that life that he had been accustomed to. He was given all the best tutors and trainers in almost any subject or instrument imaginable. He has nothing but good memories of his upbringing, someone was always there for him, and that’s all that matters.

It was his childhood that instilled Brian’s belief in authority, though the identity of this authority has changed over time, he’s been unquestioningly loyal his whole life. This began first with his tutors and nannies, transferred to his teammates and peers in school, and Brian somehow managed to juggle everything that was expected of him simply because it was expected of him. His team needed him to score in the final seconds of over-time to win? He would do it. Everything piled on everything else that he didn’t even notice when his powers first began to manifest themselves. His yells of elation in athletic success began to shake the earth. He seemed to lose control of the volume of his voice at odd times. Then one day, at 16 years old, while on vacation he opened his mouth and tried to speak. Instead of speaking as he sought to do, he practically leveled an entire five star resort.

His family paid to have everything fixed and they also paid to give him the best ASL tutor money could buy. Unsure of how to react Brian refused to speak again or really even attempt to gain control of them for fear of hurting people, this would prove to be a mistake as he never fully gained control of his powers, and through the abuse he’s put his vocal chords through over the years it no longer is an option.

To make up for his lack of speech Brian focused on everything else in his life, academics and athletics. He also turned quite a bit of his energy on piano playing, a skill that did not require a voice. He eventually moved onto college, attending the University of Southern California and majoring in business. After receiving his graduate degree in Business, he returned to New York where he immediately began to climb up the cooperate ladder when he was inducted as his family’s representative to the prestigious Hellfire club.

It was here that he soon became aware of the darker nature of the business world and all its machinations. In a very rare burst of will and ambition Brian sought to take control of the Black court. He worked his way up from the time he was when twenty-four till he was twenty-nine, Brian grabbed the title of Black King for himself and went about establishing order and control over the various warring ideologies in his court. He’s done this by allowing for a more democratic power structure, he is far more likely than his predecessors to listen to the lower court members and take into account their wants and desires. Brian is by no means foolish enough to believe that they won’t stab him in the back if given half a chance and has gone about setting up a safety net of sorts to ensure this does not happen to him.

[b]RP Sample:[/b]
[quote]Drumming his fingers impatiently on the arm of his throne, Brian’s other hand full of scruffy chin, an eyebrow arched upwards and his lips turned down in severe frown, the Black King was not amused at the latest grumblings within his kingdom. He could understand differing ideologies and he could also understand the necessities of conflicts such as these. But he was not father figure. Patience was not a virtue that was held particularly dear to his heart. What little he did have was quickly beginning to run out. Slouched painfully in the already fairly uncomfortable seat, Brian contemplated all sorts things, chief among them was how he could most effectively silence these arguing fools.

The second order of business his mind turned to was the dull ache in his lower back and tail bone area. When he’d become so old was beyond him, he suspected it was his lack of discipline in the gym that’d caused this new sense of frailty, all because of a stupid chair. Sighing heavily he caught the attention of the people that were bickering before him. Jaws dropped as they took in the distinctly bored look in Brian’s eyes. One had the gall to gasp and exclaim

[i]“Black King? Have you even heard a word we’ve said?!”[/i]

Snapping out of his reverie in an instant, icy eyes focused intently on the man who immediately sensed the threat to which he was no subjected. The mild distraction of his nearly thirty whining was enough to save these people’s skins. Growling while his eyes narrowed dangerously at the men before him the drumming on the arm of the chair ceased immediately and he sat up straight and proud, despite the annoying twinge in his back and he beckoned the men to come forward. They did so with a great deal of trepidation. Smirking Brian leaned forward himself as if he was about to whisper to them, his mouth opening to let the words out. What the men expected was a terrible blow to come to them, one that would likely leave them dead or thoroughly scrambled, a single word from this distant was likely to mean at least mortal injury, and they knew it. The others in the chamber seemed to take several steps backs, as if they could escape.

What came instead of such a mortal injury a swift fist applied it’s self to both men’s chins, the satisfying set of cracks that resounded through the chamber was enough for the Black King, for now. Waving his hand in a dismissive manner as he settled back into his throne, upper lip curling in disgust, the guards quickly dragged the two men out of his sight. The hush that fell on the crowd was amusing. He glanced to the figure at his right and smirked slightly and thought, [i]Sometimes, it is good to be king[/i].[/quote]

[center]++OOC Info++[/center]
[b]Player:[/b]
[b]Any plans in mind for the character?[/b]
[b]Do you agree to the rules:[/b]