Post by Major Mapleleaf on Aug 22, 2010 0:17:31 GMT
++Application for Enrollment++
The Person
Name: Louis Sadler Jr.
Age: 25
Place of Birth: Ontario, Canada
Applying too: S.H.I.E.L.D.
In what capacity: Field Agent
Family: Louis Sadler Sr (Father), Micheal Sadler (Brother/Deceased), Rebecca Sadler (Mother/Deceased)
Height: 6'3
Weight: 229 lbs
Appearance:
Skills: Louis is a skilled acrobat, hand to hand fighter (if informally trained), and horse whisperer. He's also possessed of peak human physical abilities.*
Personality: Possessed of an overly typical "goody-two-shoes" mentality on life, Louis developed it as a matter of course when dealing with his abusive father. Blamed for the death of his mother, he was the point of aggression for his formally heroic father. While never confused as a quick-witted or overly smart man, this comes from a lack of healthy social interaction, rather than stupidity. While quite smart, and a lover of tactics and all things hero-esque, he's limited in it's use by sheer internal conflict. His inability to understand other people most of the time, alongside his desire to reach further than anyone could reasonably attain, has limited his friendships over the years.
Internally he's conflicted constantly. While he believes in the causes he chooses, he's often left wondering if his father would approve of him even now. After their estrangement he's been unable to reopen a dialog, and that has worn on him. As the last family he has, he worries constantly. Because of this he's developed a deeply ingrained feeling of obligation and kinship to others he knows are orphans or have been put out by their families. This has proven harmful to himself in the past, but he refuses to acknowledge it as a form of weakness. Instead he see's it as a level of compassion most people cannot understand.
Quick to forgive, and willing to give anyone a chance to atone for their mistakes, he's best qualified as an optimist. The sort that sees the world as a wonderful place, if only people would work a little harder to make it that way. It's this naive attitude that brings him into the most conflict with authority figures. Where the world is usually defined to people with his mentality in stark shades of black and white, Louis sees the work as a moving scale of grays that all but the most vile of people are able to improve upon themselves. While he may have his moments of personal slump, he keeps it to himself as not to burden others, and has struggled valiantly with forms of depression most of his life. His chipper attitude and strive for better things are what he uses to combat the feelings. While he may slink into a funk, he does everything he can to not let others see it or take the brunt.
Likes:
- Poutine. Louis sees it as his country's version of apple pie and can't understand why someone wouldn't enjoy it.
- Helping others, no matter the situation, gives Louis a sense of accomplishment.
- Horses and horseback riding are a hobby for him.
- As he almost makes a career out of being a walking cliche, he also loves hockey.
- Working with someone else in a team environment gives him a thrill he's not use to.
Dislikes:
- Discrimination of any form strikes a sore spot for Louis.
- Hurting others for gain is a low point of human nature. It's one of his reasons for choosing to strike out as a hero.
- Torture is a practice he's only seen once. While he may be niave enough to believe it only happens in movies, he doesn't pull punches with the offender.
- Dishonesty rarely has a reason as far as he's concerned. He may forgive it if it has good reason, but those are extreme cases.
- For the life of him, Louis cannot grasp the appeal of baseball.
The Mutant
Codename: Major Mapleleaf
Mutant Abilities:
Superhuman Strength; Louis, like his father before him, is stronger than a regular person. Able to lift or press 50 tons, he's not a world class lifter like some of the other heavyweights, but he's by far stronger than most. He's also able to use this to add distance to his jumps, though not much. He has yet to master the full potential there.
Limited Invulnerability; Though he's not completely impervious to harm, he can take punishment that would shatter a normal human. Able to take punches from other super-strong individuals, as well as high falls and extreme conditions he's not impregnable, but he's tough and resilient.
Regenerative Healing: Not nearly as strong as those such as Deadpool or Wolverine, Louis' ability lets him recover from wounds much faster than a normal human. Broken bones heal in days, cuts in hours, and all but the most life-threatening damage can be repaired simply by being patient. He assumes this is what allowed his father's slower aging process.
Weaknesses: Strong and tough, he's still not world class. Trading shots with the more well known figures in the world for any amount of time is potentially lethal. Not to mention that his powers do not protect him from psionic attacks, which leaves him to his own medium grade resistance (which could, at best, only slow a moderately trained telepath). Even his weak healing power cannot sustain him in a vacuum, or in an airless environment such as under water. Any of these conditions can certainly kill or incapacitate him.
History: Suffering from displeasure from his father after his mother died in child birth, Louis had to work hard for any attention from his father. While he and his brother got along as well as brothers ever could, his father was neglectful and physically abusive to him. As such he grew up thinking he'd killed his own mother and tried hard to prove he could be a better person. He devoted himself to both his studies and to moral and physical perfection. Despite the repeated rebukes he suffered, he kept trying, praying he could be taken seriously. When his brother told him in secret that he was gay, Louis kept the secret, valuing the relationship the two shared too much to take a spiteful slap at his father's prejudice. Instead he entrusted his brother with his own secret. That he had developed some sort of strange ability, or suspected he had.
When his brother contracted AIDS and slowly died, his father fell apart. Despite the years of abuse Louis, then sixteen, did everything he could to help his father through the process. He spent extra time working around the house, took a job to help with the expenses, and even spent long hours with his brother when his father couldn't be there so they could talk and he could help him with his IVs later on. The slow decline of Micheal wore on Louis, but not so much as his father. His father only saw his one good son dying while the murdering louse tried to play the good brother. Slipping the chances of reconciliation further from ever happening.
By the time Micheal had reached his final stages their father was all but a ghost. Turning to the bottle for comfort, and not even bothering to berate Louis anymore. He saw his defeat as complete, and as such he withdrew from the world. Before his died, Micheal asked both his father and brother to settle their differences. It was then that he fessed up to his father that Louis had known his secret for some time, and that he'd done so much other the years to try and gain favor. While their father remained dispassionate to Louis, he conceded to stop abusing him. Micheal's only wish of Louis was that he share his hidden abilities with the world. To take pride in what he was.
When Micheal died the abuse stopped from Louis Sr, but it changed nothing. Then nineteen Louis Jr decided to finally live up to his brother's desire. Creating a suit much like his father's previous outfit, he took to the streets. Over the course of the next year he worked hard, trying his best to help anyone who needed him. What started as searches for missing pets and stopping vandalism, culminated with a brawl with a super powered villain that ended with him severely injured and his secret identity compromised. His father, enraged that his 'lesser' son would try to live up to him, disowned him. After he'd had time to heal, he set out to find a place to belong. Some place where others could appreciate his talents and he could finally prove he was not simply the lesser child.
In his travels he began to hear about the location os a pyramid Apocalypse had erected. Feeling a good way to prove himself would be to assault it, he attempted to infiltrate Africa and lay an assault on the complex. However once there he became almost immediately sidetracked. Slaves being exploited and killed bothered him on a moral level and he began to stage attacks on their holding camps.
After a few months in grasslands transporting former slaves to hidden harbors near the coast, he finally encountered a S.H.I.E.L.D. deep recon group stuck in an attack by local low level thugs. Throwing himself into the fight he was able to help shift the tide, but was wounded badly and was air-lifted with the team. When he awoke he was offered a job. Something he considered a noble pursuit, or at least one that could gain him some recognition.
RP Sample: Clear skies over rural farmland almost seems worthy of postcards. The sort of dream that so many cast back to a day and age long past. That perfect and picturesque sort of scene that would have inspired the dreams of a generation gone. Or perhaps would have been used in a movie to show exactly how wonderful life was in a time of trouble for a select few. It had it's cliches and ironies, but no matter who you were you could appreciate it.
High above the ground a black craft swung around a cluster of half-harvested corn and through a large patch of trees into a small gulch carved by a now defunct river. It was low, shaded and hidden away from casually prying eyes. With the high noon sun beating down the lingering shadows had few places to cling and a series of buildings were easily seen. At least they were easily seen by the blond man hanging out of the opened exit door as the craft slowed and hovered.
Clad in a white and red uniform he raised a brow as he looked down, staring at the sudden flashes of gunfire too low to be accurate at such a high flying craft. Behind him a man in a black and yellow armored uniform called out over his shoulder, "Clear for drop, sir!" Surveying the ground another moment the costumed man nodded once and turned, walking a few steps back.
Hopping in place he leaned and twisted his body, stretching his muscles as if he were about to leap a fence instead of drop several hundred feet from an aircraft's open door into a rocky canyon. When he finally seemed satisfied in his stretching he turned and nodded to the pilot with a salute and a wink that was entirely too forced to be companionable, "See you soon, Jenkins!"
Whipping his head around he charged the open door, building a sprint in a few short feet. As the last white-booted step threw him out he spread his arms as if diving into a pool and let out a wild howl of joy. As the ground rushed to meet him he spun once, feeling the grazing impact of bullets rebounding off his skin as he descended. Just before impact he got his feet under him and landed in a forced crouch, taking the impact evenly so he wouldn't topple. Gunfire continued, but the sudden rise of dirt made it hard to target effectively.
Standing he charged past the men towards the closest building, intending full well to plow through it and get some cover before someone got wise and got a rocket launcher ready. Instead as he braced for the initial impact a large fist burst through and caught him in the chest. Not only did it stop his forward motion, it sent him flying and flailing. Up and across he tumbled in the air, losing sight of his position until he felt the blasting impact of rocks as he sunk in several feet. It took him a moment but he pulled his now ragged looking body out of the small crater and spat out some blood from a cut on the inside of his cheek and shook his head, "Why is it never simple?"
++OOC Info++
Player: Joe
Other characters played: None
Any plans in mind for the character? Mostly just personal character progression.
Do you agree to the rules: Yes. Nihil fieri non potest nobiscum.
* This item was taken from Marvel Wiki directly or paraphrased.
