Post by impact on Sept 25, 2006 20:29:42 GMT -5
Name: Lucas James
Codename(s): Impact
Affiliation: Brotherhood
Age: 25
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 240
Hair Color: Dark brown
Eye Color: Grey
Appearance: Luke is tall and broad, muscles maintained both by his mutation and by means no one in his neighborhood is willing to guess. He keeps his hair short- hairstyles on the streets are either overly creative or practical and cheap- and wears no jewelry. He is never seen in anything other than what he calls his 'uniform'- black jeans, black boots, a tanktop or tshirt in varying drab tones, and a black leather jacket.
Personality: Most people fear him, with or without reason. Smiling isn't something he's accustomed to, neither are acts of overt kindness. Most often if you run into him, he wants something from you, and you had best deliver. That is not to say that Lucas James is without a gentler side. He's been known to go out of his somber, hardened way to help out a mutant kid in need, and those that impress him get to see him crack a grin every now and then.
Powers and Abilities:
Inertia Reflection: The forces of inertia work strangely within and around him. When using a striking motion with any part of his body, Luke is able to reverse the force that would normally impact him, and magnify it back at the object, thereby causing large amounts of damage while simultaneously avoiding injury. This ability keeps him *nearly* invulnerable so long as he is capable of moving towards the object that seeks to impact him. Passive inertia(falling motion) does not produce enough reflective force to block or damage objects.
Example: Lucas could avoid being injured by a bat swung at his arm by meeting the bat halfway in its motion, thereby reflecting the kinetic force back at the bat. However, if the bat were swung at the back of his head, it would impact as normal. The likelihood of him deflecting a bullet is present, but virtually impossible as Lucas possesses no reflex bonus to allow him to block the bullet in time.
His mutant power can also be used to simulate an antigravity or suspended animation effect: by reversing forces, he can effectively bounce off a surface, magnifying the force of the motion to launch himself considerable distances(25 yards at max).
(Note: This power is not Juggernaut's mutant ability. It is similar, but very different. Lucas is just as susceptible to physical injury as homo sapiens except for the fact that he is able to counteract physical impact *only* when he intentionally meets an object attacking him. Otherwise his power is completely offensive and he does not possess Juggs' super strength.)
Weaknesses: Luke's power is best described by the image of a large marble on a long rubber band. While he is capable of reversing forces in a given direction, by doing so he sacrifices speed and accuracy. Often times Lucas is uncoordinated- particularly during strenuous or quick activity.
Lucas also suffers(or maybe its others that do the suffering) from a dangerous cocktail of psychological ailments: Intermittent Explosive Disorder, Antisocial Personality Disorder, and severe Attention Deficit Disorder. This often puts him at odds with any sort of authority figure, causes him to communicate his needs through intimidation, violence, and verbal abuse, often resulting in property damage when he is capable of restraining himself from hurting others and as an alternative vents his aggression on inanimate objects in his environment. Or so said the caseworker.
History: Lucas was born in Queens, New York in circumstances not altogether unusual for a child born to his income bracket. His mother was a single mother balancing a considerable attachment to alcohol, a young child, and a part time job. Raised with few positive male influences, Lucas quickly learned the way to get what he wanted was to threaten, intimidate, and occasionally beat his way to his desired outcome. Though written off as a bad seed from a painfully young age, his teachers still recognized an extremely intelligent child with a depth of emotion that was often his own downfall. Discovering his mutant nature around the age of ten, his outbursts often became very dangerous very quickly- leading his peers to both fear and revile him. Too sensitive for his own good, he compensated for the pain of rejection by developing a violently antisocial streak. Though bounced from program to program, Luke finally left the public school system at the age of 13. Without a focus for his conflict and aggression, his mother found her son too much to handle, and left him to the mercy of child services when she moved back to her hometown in Newark, New Jersey when he was 14 years old. Unwilling to be tossed around foster homes and convinced he could make his own way in the world, Lucas took on the harsh reality of street life soon afterward.
Over the course of the next decade, Lucas survived on the streets as one of a rare few without the protection of a gang or even a few friends with whom to band against the violence, hunger, corruption and crime that plagued the streets of New York City. When approached by Callisto and the Morlocks he made it clear he wasn’t interested in “that Mickey Mouse club of mutant rejects”. And yet he began to gain a reputation as the guy you wanted to go to if you were a young mutant in trouble. He seemed to know the best places to safely squat for a night’s rest, the most convenient convenience stores to harass both for loose change and the contents of a well stocked cash register, and in the end, he became a reluctant anti-hero to those mutants rejected by life but not strong enough in their abilities to stand up for themselves.
After a long standing dispute with the leader of a local small-time meth ring, Lucas lost his legendary temper. Totalling a pickup truck using the guy’s body as a weapon, it could be debated which became a bigger legend- the ten foot hole he punched in the side of the brick retaining wall in the alley, or the size of the splatter the guy’s head made on the sidewalk as Lucas obliterated his skull with a well executed curb stomp.
Lucas wasn’t bothered by many others after that. Unfortunately, a lot of people wanted to be his friend. Through steady insistence- and the occasional raised fist- he was able to carve out a reputation as the sometimes charitable hellion who you had better not cross. Gang leaders gave him wide birth and lost no face as no one wanted to find out if the rumors were true. People pretty much gave him anything he wanted. Good thing for them, he never wanted much.
Likes: Titty Bars, McDonalds $1 Double Cheeseburgers, Marlboro Reds, Classical Music
Dislikes: Rap Music, Drug Addicts, Baseball, Christian Ministry Homeless Shelters
Sample post:
Lucas walked down 72nd with his head down, eyes sheltered from the streetlights by a furrowed brow. One hand in the well worn pocket of his leather jacket and the other hovering near his mouth to retrieve a smoldering cigarette, Luke meant to get where he was headed without being bothered on the way.
“Heeeey,” a familiar voice said as he passed the alley between All Good Liquor and the tenement on 72nd and Alberta. It was Evelissa, the sweet Puerto Rican corner girl with the… special mutant power. “Ai, Luca, you jus gonna pass me by?”
He smirked at her. “I don’t have a dime on me tonight, Evy.” He hated prostitutes. Loved them too. There was something sick and sad about a girl that would sell her soul to survive, but something tough and brave about it too.
“Awww… that’s too bad papi.” She ran her hands over his shoulders, hips swaying just a bit as she kissed his cheek, smelling like summer sweat and stale cologne.
“Ai, mamabicho, get your hands off the merch.” He said a little firmly, tipping her chin up less than gently and looking down at her. She dropped her hands quickly enough, but laughed sweetly, trying to disarm him.
“Can a girl help it if she has a favourite? No need to get nasty with me Lucasito…” she offered a cute smile. He wanted desperately to punch it off her face- or something else, but neither was on his agenda tonight.
“Get back to work, ‘lissa,” he warned her, and turned back towards the street.
“You know that Callisto hussy been braggin that she leavin for tha Brothahood,” Evelissa put a hand on her hip and looked after him.
Lucas paused, and turned to look over his shoulder at her.
“What?”
Codename(s): Impact
Affiliation: Brotherhood
Age: 25
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 240
Hair Color: Dark brown
Eye Color: Grey
Appearance: Luke is tall and broad, muscles maintained both by his mutation and by means no one in his neighborhood is willing to guess. He keeps his hair short- hairstyles on the streets are either overly creative or practical and cheap- and wears no jewelry. He is never seen in anything other than what he calls his 'uniform'- black jeans, black boots, a tanktop or tshirt in varying drab tones, and a black leather jacket.
Personality: Most people fear him, with or without reason. Smiling isn't something he's accustomed to, neither are acts of overt kindness. Most often if you run into him, he wants something from you, and you had best deliver. That is not to say that Lucas James is without a gentler side. He's been known to go out of his somber, hardened way to help out a mutant kid in need, and those that impress him get to see him crack a grin every now and then.
Powers and Abilities:
Inertia Reflection: The forces of inertia work strangely within and around him. When using a striking motion with any part of his body, Luke is able to reverse the force that would normally impact him, and magnify it back at the object, thereby causing large amounts of damage while simultaneously avoiding injury. This ability keeps him *nearly* invulnerable so long as he is capable of moving towards the object that seeks to impact him. Passive inertia(falling motion) does not produce enough reflective force to block or damage objects.
Example: Lucas could avoid being injured by a bat swung at his arm by meeting the bat halfway in its motion, thereby reflecting the kinetic force back at the bat. However, if the bat were swung at the back of his head, it would impact as normal. The likelihood of him deflecting a bullet is present, but virtually impossible as Lucas possesses no reflex bonus to allow him to block the bullet in time.
His mutant power can also be used to simulate an antigravity or suspended animation effect: by reversing forces, he can effectively bounce off a surface, magnifying the force of the motion to launch himself considerable distances(25 yards at max).
(Note: This power is not Juggernaut's mutant ability. It is similar, but very different. Lucas is just as susceptible to physical injury as homo sapiens except for the fact that he is able to counteract physical impact *only* when he intentionally meets an object attacking him. Otherwise his power is completely offensive and he does not possess Juggs' super strength.)
Weaknesses: Luke's power is best described by the image of a large marble on a long rubber band. While he is capable of reversing forces in a given direction, by doing so he sacrifices speed and accuracy. Often times Lucas is uncoordinated- particularly during strenuous or quick activity.
Lucas also suffers(or maybe its others that do the suffering) from a dangerous cocktail of psychological ailments: Intermittent Explosive Disorder, Antisocial Personality Disorder, and severe Attention Deficit Disorder. This often puts him at odds with any sort of authority figure, causes him to communicate his needs through intimidation, violence, and verbal abuse, often resulting in property damage when he is capable of restraining himself from hurting others and as an alternative vents his aggression on inanimate objects in his environment. Or so said the caseworker.
History: Lucas was born in Queens, New York in circumstances not altogether unusual for a child born to his income bracket. His mother was a single mother balancing a considerable attachment to alcohol, a young child, and a part time job. Raised with few positive male influences, Lucas quickly learned the way to get what he wanted was to threaten, intimidate, and occasionally beat his way to his desired outcome. Though written off as a bad seed from a painfully young age, his teachers still recognized an extremely intelligent child with a depth of emotion that was often his own downfall. Discovering his mutant nature around the age of ten, his outbursts often became very dangerous very quickly- leading his peers to both fear and revile him. Too sensitive for his own good, he compensated for the pain of rejection by developing a violently antisocial streak. Though bounced from program to program, Luke finally left the public school system at the age of 13. Without a focus for his conflict and aggression, his mother found her son too much to handle, and left him to the mercy of child services when she moved back to her hometown in Newark, New Jersey when he was 14 years old. Unwilling to be tossed around foster homes and convinced he could make his own way in the world, Lucas took on the harsh reality of street life soon afterward.
Over the course of the next decade, Lucas survived on the streets as one of a rare few without the protection of a gang or even a few friends with whom to band against the violence, hunger, corruption and crime that plagued the streets of New York City. When approached by Callisto and the Morlocks he made it clear he wasn’t interested in “that Mickey Mouse club of mutant rejects”. And yet he began to gain a reputation as the guy you wanted to go to if you were a young mutant in trouble. He seemed to know the best places to safely squat for a night’s rest, the most convenient convenience stores to harass both for loose change and the contents of a well stocked cash register, and in the end, he became a reluctant anti-hero to those mutants rejected by life but not strong enough in their abilities to stand up for themselves.
After a long standing dispute with the leader of a local small-time meth ring, Lucas lost his legendary temper. Totalling a pickup truck using the guy’s body as a weapon, it could be debated which became a bigger legend- the ten foot hole he punched in the side of the brick retaining wall in the alley, or the size of the splatter the guy’s head made on the sidewalk as Lucas obliterated his skull with a well executed curb stomp.
Lucas wasn’t bothered by many others after that. Unfortunately, a lot of people wanted to be his friend. Through steady insistence- and the occasional raised fist- he was able to carve out a reputation as the sometimes charitable hellion who you had better not cross. Gang leaders gave him wide birth and lost no face as no one wanted to find out if the rumors were true. People pretty much gave him anything he wanted. Good thing for them, he never wanted much.
Likes: Titty Bars, McDonalds $1 Double Cheeseburgers, Marlboro Reds, Classical Music
Dislikes: Rap Music, Drug Addicts, Baseball, Christian Ministry Homeless Shelters
Sample post:
Lucas walked down 72nd with his head down, eyes sheltered from the streetlights by a furrowed brow. One hand in the well worn pocket of his leather jacket and the other hovering near his mouth to retrieve a smoldering cigarette, Luke meant to get where he was headed without being bothered on the way.
“Heeeey,” a familiar voice said as he passed the alley between All Good Liquor and the tenement on 72nd and Alberta. It was Evelissa, the sweet Puerto Rican corner girl with the… special mutant power. “Ai, Luca, you jus gonna pass me by?”
He smirked at her. “I don’t have a dime on me tonight, Evy.” He hated prostitutes. Loved them too. There was something sick and sad about a girl that would sell her soul to survive, but something tough and brave about it too.
“Awww… that’s too bad papi.” She ran her hands over his shoulders, hips swaying just a bit as she kissed his cheek, smelling like summer sweat and stale cologne.
“Ai, mamabicho, get your hands off the merch.” He said a little firmly, tipping her chin up less than gently and looking down at her. She dropped her hands quickly enough, but laughed sweetly, trying to disarm him.
“Can a girl help it if she has a favourite? No need to get nasty with me Lucasito…” she offered a cute smile. He wanted desperately to punch it off her face- or something else, but neither was on his agenda tonight.
“Get back to work, ‘lissa,” he warned her, and turned back towards the street.
“You know that Callisto hussy been braggin that she leavin for tha Brothahood,” Evelissa put a hand on her hip and looked after him.
Lucas paused, and turned to look over his shoulder at her.
“What?”
