Post by Admin on Jun 3, 2006 22:04:53 GMT -5
Name: Sid Fraser
Codename(s): Poseidon (Sy)
Affiliation: X-men, for now.
Age: 22
Height: 6’3”
Weight: 185
Hair Color: Green, early in the morning.
Eye Color: Ocean Green
Appearance: Sy is a fairly tall, lanky fellow with a perpetual frown and a bald head. He looks like a young version of Xavier; indeed, many new students mistake him for the Professor’s son, unless they see him early in the morning that is. When Sy wakes every morning his head and face are covered in tiny green hair-like particles that do, in fact, match the green hairs covering the rest of his body. Every morning he shaves his head and his face, and every afternoon he has to re-shave his chin and cheeks, the tiny hairs grow so quickly.
They aren’t actually hairs at all, however; the tiny green things are nematocysts (stinging tentacles), and they can pack a toxic punch when touched. For that reason, Sy keeps exposed parts of himself cleanly shaven, and wears long sleeve shirts and long pants everywhere he goes. Still, you would be surprised where hair does grow on your body – and its not fully evident until its bright green and dangerous to touch.
Personality: Sy’s a bit standoffish – not such a bad quality when you consider his mutation. Nicknamed after the Greek God of the Sea – Poseidon - Sy has an ego to match the myths. He’d be on the side of the Brotherhood, if only the organization hadn’t been disbanded, for he finds himself better than most - mutants and humans alike. Rebelling from authority and relationships, Sy finds it hard to connect with anyone, to understand anyone, and to be understood by anyone. But its not self-pity that powers his moods: its self-righteousness.
Powers and Abilities: The nematocysts covering Sy’s body are only the most visible representation of his mutant genes; the boy also secretes an enzyme from his skin that produces chemical burns. After many long, boring years playing with this enzyme himself he has learned how to produce it at will, across his body as if he were sweating to keep someone from grabbing him, or reduced to his fingers from which he can fling it at an opponent. The enzyme can burn through all but the most durable materials - like the stuff they put on lab tables – so perhaps it was best that Sy never had a formal education, and so never had to deal with the frustrations of black epoxy tables.
The nematocysts cannot be controlled, however, making it vital for Sy to cover or remove them for the safety of others. He himself is immune to both nematocysts and the enzyme he produces.
Weaknesses: Materials such as stainless steel, ceramics, granite, marble, and glass (as well as the chem-table laminates) are all resistant to Sy’s enzyme. He also has a problem with releasing this enzyme across his body, as it tends to burn off all his clothing, leaving him naked and green to varying degrees.
The nematocysts also hurt like a bitch to shave, being live instead of dead like normal hairs.
History: A cousin of Adam Fraser (Preacher), Sy was born in the Midwest and very shortly moved down to Guyana with his parents and their missionary siblings and their five year old son. As the older Fraser’s had already established their mission in Guyana, Sid’s parents instead decided to spread the Good Word in Central America, converting the few indigenous peoples that remained uncivilized. They lived deep in the mountain jungles with the tribes they were trying to convert, but oftentimes took trips out of the ocean, to the delight of their young son.
While the mountain jungles were interesting and beautiful, Sid took to the ocean immediatly. He liked standing in the wet sand and letting it squish between his toes as waves lapped at his ankles, the soft stregth of the ocean calmed him. He would spend hours searching tidepools for crustaceans and small fish, and would always see how far out he could swim before the current got too strong or his mother frantically called him in. The one time he got stung by a jellyfish he cursed the creature, before developing an unbounded interest in what it was and how such a small thing could pack such a painful punch.
When his powers began to manifest, Sid’s hair began falling out all over his body. Fearing he had caught some jungle disease, his parents took him to a facility in San Jose, Costa Rica for testsing. The doctors could find nothing wrong with him, however, until his “hair” began to grow back in (complete with the nasty sting they gave anyone who touched them) and he started to sweat a chemical substance much akin to the poisonous sea life he loved so much.
The long hours in doctors offices and hospital rooms gave him many chances to work on controlling this newfound enzyme, and by the time his parents decided, after hearing the natives speak of him as a demi-god, that he must be controlled by an evil spirit, Sid could create the enzyme at will, although he could not yet localize it to his hands.
Dragging him to every Christian healer they knew of, and eventually resorting to an exorcist and then a native medicine man, only made Sid resent his parents for trying to take away this interesting new gift. He rebelled against them, rebelled against their god, and when they tried to convert him and make him accept the lord their god as his own (to cure his ailment) he let them try a laying on of hands. Unfortunatly, they had, over time, developed a strong allergic reaction to his nematocysts, and when they touched his bare arms and were stung (usually a most painful, but not lethal, sting) they went into anaphylactic shock. Sid watched them with sweaty skin, and when they were gone performed his own laying on of hands, the enzyme eating away at their bodies until there was nothing left but two large, burnt figures on the ground.
Sy stayed with the tribe for a time, basking in their worship as a god who struck down the people who were trying to take their faith away from them. He had never heard of a mutant before, and so believed that they must be right – he must be some sort of demi-god to have such power. Becoming a missionary himself, he started traveling to other places to convince them of his divinity.
After a brief stint in the Caribbean, he moved north to America and heard of a group who seemed to be divine like himself. They were all over the news, having just put down a terrorist group on Alcatraz and saving the lives of other demi-gods such as himself. Thinking of Xavier’s mansion as a type of Mt Olympus, Sy headed straight there to announce himself as a new god.
Sample post: (required for new members and OC applications)
Tugging at the sleeves of his shirt to make sure they were fully covering the hair on his arms, Sid Fraser knocked smartly on the large double door and took a step back. He looked presentable enough, if not terribly god-like at the moment. A pair of black slacks and a crisp white shirt – classic and clean. And cleanly shaven too - it didn’t bode well to show up on Olympus with tangles of green, live hairs on your head and chin.
It was taking a rather long time for the butler to get the door, Sy thought to himself as he waited. He would have thought gods would give their slaves super-speed when it came to tasks such as this. Tapping a foot on the cement and raising an eyebrow he could feel himself getting agitated, and that always made his palms sweat.
Now that wouldn’t do for meeting people and shaking hands, would it? He doubted other gods would be less immune than himself to the enzyme, but it was rather rude to go carelessly about with your hands all sweaty with burning chemicals now wasn’t it?
Backing down the steps to the grass, Sy leaned over and wiped his hands on the green that matched the hair peeking out from his shirtsleeve. It immediately died at his touch, but it did the trick, drying his hands quite quickly. Unfortunately, as he was still bent over the door opened and Sy stood up quickly, wiping his hands together to get the last of the enzyme and dirt off.
“Hello, my name is Sid Fraser, Poseidon to you fine folks. May I please speak to the head god around here?”
Codename(s): Poseidon (Sy)
Affiliation: X-men, for now.
Age: 22
Height: 6’3”
Weight: 185
Hair Color: Green, early in the morning.
Eye Color: Ocean Green
Appearance: Sy is a fairly tall, lanky fellow with a perpetual frown and a bald head. He looks like a young version of Xavier; indeed, many new students mistake him for the Professor’s son, unless they see him early in the morning that is. When Sy wakes every morning his head and face are covered in tiny green hair-like particles that do, in fact, match the green hairs covering the rest of his body. Every morning he shaves his head and his face, and every afternoon he has to re-shave his chin and cheeks, the tiny hairs grow so quickly.
They aren’t actually hairs at all, however; the tiny green things are nematocysts (stinging tentacles), and they can pack a toxic punch when touched. For that reason, Sy keeps exposed parts of himself cleanly shaven, and wears long sleeve shirts and long pants everywhere he goes. Still, you would be surprised where hair does grow on your body – and its not fully evident until its bright green and dangerous to touch.
Personality: Sy’s a bit standoffish – not such a bad quality when you consider his mutation. Nicknamed after the Greek God of the Sea – Poseidon - Sy has an ego to match the myths. He’d be on the side of the Brotherhood, if only the organization hadn’t been disbanded, for he finds himself better than most - mutants and humans alike. Rebelling from authority and relationships, Sy finds it hard to connect with anyone, to understand anyone, and to be understood by anyone. But its not self-pity that powers his moods: its self-righteousness.
Powers and Abilities: The nematocysts covering Sy’s body are only the most visible representation of his mutant genes; the boy also secretes an enzyme from his skin that produces chemical burns. After many long, boring years playing with this enzyme himself he has learned how to produce it at will, across his body as if he were sweating to keep someone from grabbing him, or reduced to his fingers from which he can fling it at an opponent. The enzyme can burn through all but the most durable materials - like the stuff they put on lab tables – so perhaps it was best that Sy never had a formal education, and so never had to deal with the frustrations of black epoxy tables.
The nematocysts cannot be controlled, however, making it vital for Sy to cover or remove them for the safety of others. He himself is immune to both nematocysts and the enzyme he produces.
Weaknesses: Materials such as stainless steel, ceramics, granite, marble, and glass (as well as the chem-table laminates) are all resistant to Sy’s enzyme. He also has a problem with releasing this enzyme across his body, as it tends to burn off all his clothing, leaving him naked and green to varying degrees.
The nematocysts also hurt like a bitch to shave, being live instead of dead like normal hairs.
History: A cousin of Adam Fraser (Preacher), Sy was born in the Midwest and very shortly moved down to Guyana with his parents and their missionary siblings and their five year old son. As the older Fraser’s had already established their mission in Guyana, Sid’s parents instead decided to spread the Good Word in Central America, converting the few indigenous peoples that remained uncivilized. They lived deep in the mountain jungles with the tribes they were trying to convert, but oftentimes took trips out of the ocean, to the delight of their young son.
While the mountain jungles were interesting and beautiful, Sid took to the ocean immediatly. He liked standing in the wet sand and letting it squish between his toes as waves lapped at his ankles, the soft stregth of the ocean calmed him. He would spend hours searching tidepools for crustaceans and small fish, and would always see how far out he could swim before the current got too strong or his mother frantically called him in. The one time he got stung by a jellyfish he cursed the creature, before developing an unbounded interest in what it was and how such a small thing could pack such a painful punch.
When his powers began to manifest, Sid’s hair began falling out all over his body. Fearing he had caught some jungle disease, his parents took him to a facility in San Jose, Costa Rica for testsing. The doctors could find nothing wrong with him, however, until his “hair” began to grow back in (complete with the nasty sting they gave anyone who touched them) and he started to sweat a chemical substance much akin to the poisonous sea life he loved so much.
The long hours in doctors offices and hospital rooms gave him many chances to work on controlling this newfound enzyme, and by the time his parents decided, after hearing the natives speak of him as a demi-god, that he must be controlled by an evil spirit, Sid could create the enzyme at will, although he could not yet localize it to his hands.
Dragging him to every Christian healer they knew of, and eventually resorting to an exorcist and then a native medicine man, only made Sid resent his parents for trying to take away this interesting new gift. He rebelled against them, rebelled against their god, and when they tried to convert him and make him accept the lord their god as his own (to cure his ailment) he let them try a laying on of hands. Unfortunatly, they had, over time, developed a strong allergic reaction to his nematocysts, and when they touched his bare arms and were stung (usually a most painful, but not lethal, sting) they went into anaphylactic shock. Sid watched them with sweaty skin, and when they were gone performed his own laying on of hands, the enzyme eating away at their bodies until there was nothing left but two large, burnt figures on the ground.
Sy stayed with the tribe for a time, basking in their worship as a god who struck down the people who were trying to take their faith away from them. He had never heard of a mutant before, and so believed that they must be right – he must be some sort of demi-god to have such power. Becoming a missionary himself, he started traveling to other places to convince them of his divinity.
After a brief stint in the Caribbean, he moved north to America and heard of a group who seemed to be divine like himself. They were all over the news, having just put down a terrorist group on Alcatraz and saving the lives of other demi-gods such as himself. Thinking of Xavier’s mansion as a type of Mt Olympus, Sy headed straight there to announce himself as a new god.
Sample post: (required for new members and OC applications)
Tugging at the sleeves of his shirt to make sure they were fully covering the hair on his arms, Sid Fraser knocked smartly on the large double door and took a step back. He looked presentable enough, if not terribly god-like at the moment. A pair of black slacks and a crisp white shirt – classic and clean. And cleanly shaven too - it didn’t bode well to show up on Olympus with tangles of green, live hairs on your head and chin.
It was taking a rather long time for the butler to get the door, Sy thought to himself as he waited. He would have thought gods would give their slaves super-speed when it came to tasks such as this. Tapping a foot on the cement and raising an eyebrow he could feel himself getting agitated, and that always made his palms sweat.
Now that wouldn’t do for meeting people and shaking hands, would it? He doubted other gods would be less immune than himself to the enzyme, but it was rather rude to go carelessly about with your hands all sweaty with burning chemicals now wasn’t it?
Backing down the steps to the grass, Sy leaned over and wiped his hands on the green that matched the hair peeking out from his shirtsleeve. It immediately died at his touch, but it did the trick, drying his hands quite quickly. Unfortunately, as he was still bent over the door opened and Sy stood up quickly, wiping his hands together to get the last of the enzyme and dirt off.
“Hello, my name is Sid Fraser, Poseidon to you fine folks. May I please speak to the head god around here?”
