Post by quibby on Oct 31, 2006 23:50:47 GMT -5
Name: Samuel “Sam” Williams
Codename(s): Mindblast, “That music guy.”
Affiliation: X-men
Age: 31
Height: 6’0”
Weight: 210
Hair Color: Dusty blond
Eye Color: blue/green/gray
Appearance: Samuel Williams is not a stunningly handsome man, though he is far from unattractive, with what seems to be a permanent five o’clock shadow. He keeps his hair cut short, partially for the sake of keeping it out of the way, but mostly from being disinclined to spend more than five minutes dealing with it. His eyes are a color that seems to combine blue, green, and gray. Different amounts and forms of light will bring out one color more than the others, not a mutant trait, but interesting to see, nonetheless. Samuel is not overly awe-inspiring physically, though he does keep himself in shape. Typically, Sam’s wardrobe outside of the classroom consists of blue jeans, a tee shirt with some sort of silly slogan, motorcycling boots, and a broad-brimmed hat. When it is colder outside, he can be seen wearing a black leather duster.
Personality: Samuel seems to be quiet and withdrawn when one first meets him, but that is only because of the way his mind works. The man is a born musician, and he always seems to be in a slightly different world because of it. However slow he may be at making friends, if Sam accepts a person as a friend, that person will always have somebody to go to for help, no matter what. He is fiercely loyal to those he trusts. He is also rather mischievous, always ready with a joke or a prank, and he does not mind being the butt of the joke. Needless to say, April Fools is always an adventure with him around. Sam has always felt empathy for those whose mutations are painfully obvious, and he tries to make them feel normal whenever possible. Despite being a teacher at the school, Samuel does not consider himself an X-man, and generally avoids confrontation unless he is needed.
Powers and Abilities: Samuel is quite musically talented. He possesses perfect pitch, and he can play a large number of instruments, though he only has mastery of a few: the clarinet, violin, piano, and organ. He can also sing quite well, having a low bass voice.
Power-wise, Samuel is a telekinetic of some ability. He can lift a total of twenty tons, and possesses enough dexterity to play relatively complex piano pieces. Using his ability, he can fly, put barriers into place, throw items or people, mentally strike people, or make platforms, as well as the basic moving of things with the mind.
Weaknesses: Despite his strength, Samuel loses a lot of his dexterity as he lifts more. If he’s lifting so much as a pen, Sam cannot hit a piano key or turn a door knob, though he could still lift the piano or punch out the door. Likewise, if he were to lift every desk in his classroom, he would only be able to reposition one item at a time. The larger the item in question, the less dexterity he has. When at his full capacity, anything that Sam lifts has only two directions: up or down. Likewise, Sam cannot lift anything or manipulate anything while he is flying, despite having worked on trying to do so for years.
Mentally, Samuel is rather insecure. Normally it takes him a long time to warm up to people because of his inherent fear of being hurt. Because of his insistence on not being involved with the battles of the X-men unless absolutely nessesary, Samuel sometimes feels as if he doesn’t belong. He’s prone to fits of depression, which tend to manifest themselves by long hours playing or listening to music.
History: Samuel Michael Williams was born to Nathaniel and Katherine Williams of Bellingham, Washington. From an early age, he seemed to show an interest in music, listening with glee as his mother played the upright piano in their living room. As soon as he could reach the keys, Sam was taught how to play the piano; he seemed to have a natural ear for it, and could improvise pieces of music that were quite complex for his young age. However, Sam’s classmates did not find his abilities as amazing as he did. They would tease him and beat on him whenever they could, driving the poor child into a state of perpetual sadness.
That all changed when Sam was in seventh grade. Sam lived close enough to his school that he didn’t have to ride the bus. As he was walking home from school, a math book in his hands, five of the worst teasers in the school ambushed him and started to push him around. Despite his best efforts to run away or to fight his way out, he was trapped. One kid threw a rock at Sam, hitting him on the back of the head. The physical and mental pain and the anger at his helplessness unlocked something in Sam that day. The next bully to throw a punch found his fist striking some sort of invisible barrier. Withdrawing in surprise and pain, he looked to one of his cohorts to try. As he approached, Sam turned his hurt and angry glare at the bully, his eyes saying that he’d fight back. The bully suddenly bent double as if he had been struck in the belly before flying into a nearby hedge. By the time all of this was finished, Sam found himself amid four frightened-looking boys and one semi-conscious boy. The first step towards home was the hardest, with each step becoming easier. By the time he reached home, he was in tears, afraid of what was happening.
School became a lot different for Samuel after that. The school bullies stopped picking on him, and he stopped coming home with bruises and scrapes from fighting. However, every friend that Sam had seemed to melt away from him, leaving him alone in a crowded school. Despite his fears about his power, Sam fought to find some control over it, a struggle that he would have for many years to come. The only solace that Sam could find was in music; by the time he graduated, he was an accomplished pianist and instrumentalist. His band director, one of the few people who did not fear Samuel for the stories surrounding him, was his inspiration for a future. Samuel wanted to become a music teacher. A 1430 on his SAT saw Samuel with a full ride at the University of Washington, where he graduated with a Masters in Music Education and an invitation to teach at a private school on the other side of the country. Apparently, the headmaster of the school had had an eye on Samuel for quite some time. It was thus that Samuel Williams found himself with a job at some place called Xavier’s School for Gifted Children. Little did Sam suspect just how much he had left to learn.
Sam’s powers increased at an amazing rate during his first four years… and then it stopped. Where Sam had once been increasing by leaps and bounds, he could go no further. Maybe it was some unconscious blocking in his mind. Maybe it was the limit of his power. Samuel had always known that his power would have some limit, and he accepted that, but to come so far and see it all stop was almost unbearable. The pain could only be made worse by one thing, which happened a year later with the death of Charles Xavier. Often the two had conversed about a myriad of topics, and the man had an appreciation for music. There were few that did. Again, Sam felt alone in the world. And he hated feeling alone.
Sample post: It was lunch hour at the Mansion, and all the halls were mostly deserted. Students were eating their meals, discussing the latest gossip or their newest assignment, or talking about the newest developments in their powers. The overall atmosphere in the lunch room was one of excitement and joy at being alive.
There was only one class where any sound still emerged, a medium-sized room located away from the rest of the classes to prevent the constant noise from disturbing another lecture, though maybe noise was not the correct word to use. The ‘noise’ emerging from behind those closed doors was ‘O Fortuna’ by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, the music emerging from a high-quality sound system that was wired into speakers located in the walls. Sitting in his desk wearing a black dress shirt and slacks on top of motorcycling boots was Samuel Williams, his eyes closed with a look of rapture on his somewhat handsome face. He felt his pulse race to every dancing string, his mind floating on top of the choir’s voices. He was lost in a different world. And he had forgotten that it was time to eat. Again.
A quiet knock on the door went completely unheard, as did the louder one that followed immediately after it. The knocking became a pounding, and Samuel still didn’t hear it. An impatient sigh came from outside the door, and a hand reached through the wooden panel of the door to unlock it before the owner of that hand opened it and stepped into the office. “Umm, Professor Williams?”
With a start, Samuel fell out of his chair and onto the floor. Muttering quietly to himself, he reached up and fumbled around on the desk for the remote to the sound system and pressed ‘stop,’ silencing the choir in the middle of a crescendo. A head of short brownish hair and a pair of eyes, seemingly gray in the dim light of the classroom, poked up above desk level to see who had come in. Standing up with a self-amused smile on his face, Samuel said, “Sorry about that; you caught me by surprise. Dare I say that I was floored by your presence?”
The young girl that had let herself into the room giggled briefly, unsurprised by the pun. Professor Williams had a reputation for his sense of humor. People were still laughing about the time that he had managed to attach a “Kick Me” sign to Wolverine’s back with a magnet and not get caught in the act. Composing herself, she said, “Miss Munro sent me down to remind you that its time to eat. She said something about not wanting you to starve yourself to death while off in your world of Beethoven or whoever.”
With a grin still on his face, Sam said, “Well then I guess I can’t keep her waiting. Apparently my company is more pleasant than Wolverine’s. Who would have thought? You go ahead and get back to lunch; I’ll be up in a moment.” With a nod, the young girl turned to the wall and walked through it back into the halls. Sam watched her go with no surprise whatsoever. She often forgot about the invention that people called the door. Looking behind his desk at the hat rack, Sam eyed the broad-brimmed hat that hung there, reaching to it mentally. As he shifted his attention to straightening out his desk, he hardly paid any mind to the hat until it was hovering in front of his face. With a satisfied grin, Sam plucked the thing out of the air and set it on his head; he lacked the mental dexterity to set the hat on his head without his hands. Besides, his mind wasn’t really in it.
Despite the good face that he was putting on for the students, Sam still felt a resonance in his brain, like a mournful chord found in some sort of requiem. It not been long since Professor X’s untimely death at the hands of the Phoenix, and the pain was still too near to be ignored. The pain would never fade, but it was hard to believe that Charles was gone. It was even harder for Sam to accept that he had elected to stay here instead of helping in that final battle, that he had chosen to help keep an eye on the students rather than help his colleagues. “I guess I’m still not used to being part of the team,” Sam muttered as he strode out of his classroom and towards the lunchroom, his mind unconsciously pulling the door closed behind him.
Screenname(s): Quibby
Email: quibby@dragonmount.com
IMs: phantom_phan44[at]hotmail[dot]com
RP Experience: I have been an active member of the Dragonmount roleplaying forums for the past five years(Cass, the one who just got the role of Beast, sent me here), and a newer member of Visions roleplaying forums at Mirrors of the Wheel. In the past, I have also been an active member of two other RP sites, both of which I left for personal reasons. At Dragonmount, I am a staffer of two different divisions and the in character commander of one of them. I also play one of the canon characters at DM, one of the 13 primary antagonists.
Codename(s): Mindblast, “That music guy.”
Affiliation: X-men
Age: 31
Height: 6’0”
Weight: 210
Hair Color: Dusty blond
Eye Color: blue/green/gray
Appearance: Samuel Williams is not a stunningly handsome man, though he is far from unattractive, with what seems to be a permanent five o’clock shadow. He keeps his hair cut short, partially for the sake of keeping it out of the way, but mostly from being disinclined to spend more than five minutes dealing with it. His eyes are a color that seems to combine blue, green, and gray. Different amounts and forms of light will bring out one color more than the others, not a mutant trait, but interesting to see, nonetheless. Samuel is not overly awe-inspiring physically, though he does keep himself in shape. Typically, Sam’s wardrobe outside of the classroom consists of blue jeans, a tee shirt with some sort of silly slogan, motorcycling boots, and a broad-brimmed hat. When it is colder outside, he can be seen wearing a black leather duster.
Personality: Samuel seems to be quiet and withdrawn when one first meets him, but that is only because of the way his mind works. The man is a born musician, and he always seems to be in a slightly different world because of it. However slow he may be at making friends, if Sam accepts a person as a friend, that person will always have somebody to go to for help, no matter what. He is fiercely loyal to those he trusts. He is also rather mischievous, always ready with a joke or a prank, and he does not mind being the butt of the joke. Needless to say, April Fools is always an adventure with him around. Sam has always felt empathy for those whose mutations are painfully obvious, and he tries to make them feel normal whenever possible. Despite being a teacher at the school, Samuel does not consider himself an X-man, and generally avoids confrontation unless he is needed.
Powers and Abilities: Samuel is quite musically talented. He possesses perfect pitch, and he can play a large number of instruments, though he only has mastery of a few: the clarinet, violin, piano, and organ. He can also sing quite well, having a low bass voice.
Power-wise, Samuel is a telekinetic of some ability. He can lift a total of twenty tons, and possesses enough dexterity to play relatively complex piano pieces. Using his ability, he can fly, put barriers into place, throw items or people, mentally strike people, or make platforms, as well as the basic moving of things with the mind.
Weaknesses: Despite his strength, Samuel loses a lot of his dexterity as he lifts more. If he’s lifting so much as a pen, Sam cannot hit a piano key or turn a door knob, though he could still lift the piano or punch out the door. Likewise, if he were to lift every desk in his classroom, he would only be able to reposition one item at a time. The larger the item in question, the less dexterity he has. When at his full capacity, anything that Sam lifts has only two directions: up or down. Likewise, Sam cannot lift anything or manipulate anything while he is flying, despite having worked on trying to do so for years.
Mentally, Samuel is rather insecure. Normally it takes him a long time to warm up to people because of his inherent fear of being hurt. Because of his insistence on not being involved with the battles of the X-men unless absolutely nessesary, Samuel sometimes feels as if he doesn’t belong. He’s prone to fits of depression, which tend to manifest themselves by long hours playing or listening to music.
History: Samuel Michael Williams was born to Nathaniel and Katherine Williams of Bellingham, Washington. From an early age, he seemed to show an interest in music, listening with glee as his mother played the upright piano in their living room. As soon as he could reach the keys, Sam was taught how to play the piano; he seemed to have a natural ear for it, and could improvise pieces of music that were quite complex for his young age. However, Sam’s classmates did not find his abilities as amazing as he did. They would tease him and beat on him whenever they could, driving the poor child into a state of perpetual sadness.
That all changed when Sam was in seventh grade. Sam lived close enough to his school that he didn’t have to ride the bus. As he was walking home from school, a math book in his hands, five of the worst teasers in the school ambushed him and started to push him around. Despite his best efforts to run away or to fight his way out, he was trapped. One kid threw a rock at Sam, hitting him on the back of the head. The physical and mental pain and the anger at his helplessness unlocked something in Sam that day. The next bully to throw a punch found his fist striking some sort of invisible barrier. Withdrawing in surprise and pain, he looked to one of his cohorts to try. As he approached, Sam turned his hurt and angry glare at the bully, his eyes saying that he’d fight back. The bully suddenly bent double as if he had been struck in the belly before flying into a nearby hedge. By the time all of this was finished, Sam found himself amid four frightened-looking boys and one semi-conscious boy. The first step towards home was the hardest, with each step becoming easier. By the time he reached home, he was in tears, afraid of what was happening.
School became a lot different for Samuel after that. The school bullies stopped picking on him, and he stopped coming home with bruises and scrapes from fighting. However, every friend that Sam had seemed to melt away from him, leaving him alone in a crowded school. Despite his fears about his power, Sam fought to find some control over it, a struggle that he would have for many years to come. The only solace that Sam could find was in music; by the time he graduated, he was an accomplished pianist and instrumentalist. His band director, one of the few people who did not fear Samuel for the stories surrounding him, was his inspiration for a future. Samuel wanted to become a music teacher. A 1430 on his SAT saw Samuel with a full ride at the University of Washington, where he graduated with a Masters in Music Education and an invitation to teach at a private school on the other side of the country. Apparently, the headmaster of the school had had an eye on Samuel for quite some time. It was thus that Samuel Williams found himself with a job at some place called Xavier’s School for Gifted Children. Little did Sam suspect just how much he had left to learn.
Sam’s powers increased at an amazing rate during his first four years… and then it stopped. Where Sam had once been increasing by leaps and bounds, he could go no further. Maybe it was some unconscious blocking in his mind. Maybe it was the limit of his power. Samuel had always known that his power would have some limit, and he accepted that, but to come so far and see it all stop was almost unbearable. The pain could only be made worse by one thing, which happened a year later with the death of Charles Xavier. Often the two had conversed about a myriad of topics, and the man had an appreciation for music. There were few that did. Again, Sam felt alone in the world. And he hated feeling alone.
Sample post: It was lunch hour at the Mansion, and all the halls were mostly deserted. Students were eating their meals, discussing the latest gossip or their newest assignment, or talking about the newest developments in their powers. The overall atmosphere in the lunch room was one of excitement and joy at being alive.
There was only one class where any sound still emerged, a medium-sized room located away from the rest of the classes to prevent the constant noise from disturbing another lecture, though maybe noise was not the correct word to use. The ‘noise’ emerging from behind those closed doors was ‘O Fortuna’ by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, the music emerging from a high-quality sound system that was wired into speakers located in the walls. Sitting in his desk wearing a black dress shirt and slacks on top of motorcycling boots was Samuel Williams, his eyes closed with a look of rapture on his somewhat handsome face. He felt his pulse race to every dancing string, his mind floating on top of the choir’s voices. He was lost in a different world. And he had forgotten that it was time to eat. Again.
A quiet knock on the door went completely unheard, as did the louder one that followed immediately after it. The knocking became a pounding, and Samuel still didn’t hear it. An impatient sigh came from outside the door, and a hand reached through the wooden panel of the door to unlock it before the owner of that hand opened it and stepped into the office. “Umm, Professor Williams?”
With a start, Samuel fell out of his chair and onto the floor. Muttering quietly to himself, he reached up and fumbled around on the desk for the remote to the sound system and pressed ‘stop,’ silencing the choir in the middle of a crescendo. A head of short brownish hair and a pair of eyes, seemingly gray in the dim light of the classroom, poked up above desk level to see who had come in. Standing up with a self-amused smile on his face, Samuel said, “Sorry about that; you caught me by surprise. Dare I say that I was floored by your presence?”
The young girl that had let herself into the room giggled briefly, unsurprised by the pun. Professor Williams had a reputation for his sense of humor. People were still laughing about the time that he had managed to attach a “Kick Me” sign to Wolverine’s back with a magnet and not get caught in the act. Composing herself, she said, “Miss Munro sent me down to remind you that its time to eat. She said something about not wanting you to starve yourself to death while off in your world of Beethoven or whoever.”
With a grin still on his face, Sam said, “Well then I guess I can’t keep her waiting. Apparently my company is more pleasant than Wolverine’s. Who would have thought? You go ahead and get back to lunch; I’ll be up in a moment.” With a nod, the young girl turned to the wall and walked through it back into the halls. Sam watched her go with no surprise whatsoever. She often forgot about the invention that people called the door. Looking behind his desk at the hat rack, Sam eyed the broad-brimmed hat that hung there, reaching to it mentally. As he shifted his attention to straightening out his desk, he hardly paid any mind to the hat until it was hovering in front of his face. With a satisfied grin, Sam plucked the thing out of the air and set it on his head; he lacked the mental dexterity to set the hat on his head without his hands. Besides, his mind wasn’t really in it.
Despite the good face that he was putting on for the students, Sam still felt a resonance in his brain, like a mournful chord found in some sort of requiem. It not been long since Professor X’s untimely death at the hands of the Phoenix, and the pain was still too near to be ignored. The pain would never fade, but it was hard to believe that Charles was gone. It was even harder for Sam to accept that he had elected to stay here instead of helping in that final battle, that he had chosen to help keep an eye on the students rather than help his colleagues. “I guess I’m still not used to being part of the team,” Sam muttered as he strode out of his classroom and towards the lunchroom, his mind unconsciously pulling the door closed behind him.
Screenname(s): Quibby
Email: quibby@dragonmount.com
IMs: phantom_phan44[at]hotmail[dot]com
RP Experience: I have been an active member of the Dragonmount roleplaying forums for the past five years(Cass, the one who just got the role of Beast, sent me here), and a newer member of Visions roleplaying forums at Mirrors of the Wheel. In the past, I have also been an active member of two other RP sites, both of which I left for personal reasons. At Dragonmount, I am a staffer of two different divisions and the in character commander of one of them. I also play one of the canon characters at DM, one of the 13 primary antagonists.
Not to mention our third Sam in the X-Mansion - should make for some interesting conversations 
