Post by Gambit on Jul 17, 2006 13:35:57 GMT -5
Name: Remy LeBeau
Codename(s): Gambit
Affiliation: X-Men, if they’ll have him.
Age: 25
Height: 6’2”
Weight: 180lbs
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Black with red pupils
Appearance: Tall and slender, but with excellent muscle tone, Remy LeBeau is a handsome, well-groomed man who prides himself on his personal appearance. This is not to say he’s vain: far from it. He is just very aware of the importance so many people bestow on physical appearance. His brown hair is shoulder length and he most often has it drawn back in a pony tail.
His eyes are his most startling feature. They are red on black and most of the time he simply wears sunglasses to cover them up.
Uniformed appearance: When Remy is ‘out on a job’, he wears regulation black leather which allows full flexibility of movement. In terms of casual wear, he is almost habitually in jeans and t-shirts, although he spruces up well and owns several suits.
He is in proud possession of a long, light brown trench coat which has almost become his trademark.
Personality: The man is a charmer, pure and simple. This is, of course, partly tied into his mutation: but even if he were a flat scan human he’d be a charmer. His easy manners and ability to make everyone feel like they are the most important person in the world endears him to almost everyone he meets.
Remy loves life and has a tendency to be light hearted, seeking often to lift the mood of those around him. He’s not without his own ‘moments’ of angst and introversion, however, and there are certain things that set him off.
Powers and Abilities: Remy has the power to tap into the latent kinetic energy within any inanimate object and cause it to impact with concussive force. In other words, he makes things glow and then go wa~choom! This ‘charge’ ranges from mild to extreme, depending on how much effort he puts into it to start with. He carries playing cards on him at all times: these are his ‘trademark’ weapons.
Limitations...well, the limitation is dependent on the object itself. Something small like, say a pencil, only takes seconds to reach explosive potential. If he over-charges it, it will explode in his hand. He has (in the comic books) successfully brought down an entire building by charging a single foundation stone. Therefore, the larger the object, the longer it takes to charge, which is why he tends to prefer using small, throwable objects that take seconds to charge. Whilst they are being imbued with kinetic energy, there is a faint, almost neon-pink glow. Generally, yes, they have to hit things to explode, but it's all about the timing. If he times things carefully, they can explode in mid-flight, although it's rare that he wants this to happen.
Like most mutants, over-use of his power will eventually drain him, so he takes care to try and keep it small and sweet.
In addition, Remy has a low level telepathic ability which effectively allows him to ‘hypnotise’ people with whom he interacts. This can be very useful in causing people to overlook the obvious outward sign of his mutation. His hypnotism, like most of his telepathic powers, is largely unexplored, but he is able to simply generate an aura of inherent 'likeableness'. He can do it more strongly with people who are generally attracted to him in the first place - and it wears off once he's out of sight. He can't use it for auto suggestion, merely to manipulate people into listening to him and believing every word he says.
As well as his mutation, Remy is a highly skilled hand-to-hand combatant, fighting for preference with a telescopic Bo staff. He is agile, acrobatic and a tough opponent to nail down.
He is a highly accomplished thief, although he has done less of this since his affiliation with the X-Men.
He is fluent in both English and French and also the Cajun Patois, although his accent is largely diminished since moving out of New Orleans.
Weaknesses: As well as the outward sign of his mutation - which he handles in several ways (sunglasses, hypnotism 'they're contact lenses'), Remy has never truly lost the call to crime that marked his earlier years and is easily swayed by promises of fortune and glory. He also has a soft spot for gambling and could give many professional poker players a run for their money - and has done.
History: The man who became known as Remy LeBeau was born in New Orleans and abandoned at birth due to his appearance. He was raised in an orphanage where he was given the Christian name ‘Remy’. However, he earned the nickname ‘Le Diable Blanc’, ‘The White Devil’ because of his unusual eyes. He ran away at the age of eight and made a living on the streets working with a gang of other children who were overseen by an adult mentor. It was during this time that Remy began to learn his craft, pickpocketing tourists and travellers.
One day, he attempted to pick the pocket of a man called Jean-Luc LeBeau, who was the leader of a gang of thieves known as the Thieves Guild in New Orleans. He caught the boy in the act and was impressed with the child’s indifferent, sassy attitude. He recognised the unusual eyes as the sign of a mutant and, far from being afraid, saw that there might one day be great potential. He offered to take the boy in and raise him as his son. Remy accepted readily, having had enough of squabbling for sleeping space with the other children who lived in the small building and became Remy LeBeau. Jean-Luc’s natural son, Henri and Remy became firm friends and the boy grew to young adulthood in a family environment he’d been afraid he’d never know.
His powers first manifested at the age of thirteen, but rather than be scared of what was happening to him, the boy calmly took things in his stride and began honing his use of them. He was one of the mutants who was missed by Cerebro and who never attended school at the Institute. Professor Xavier would later meet with the young thief and a friendship would be struck, but he learned to deal with his powers by himself.
As he grew older, Remy and Henri became an exceptionally accomplished pair of thieves, pulling off heists that were beyond some lifelong thieves. The Thieves Guild grew in reputation and stature to the point where other gangs finally put aside their differences in an attempt to destroy them.
A trap was laid for the LeBeau sons during which Henri was tragically killed following a fall from a roof – and the attackers less tragically also killed by an enraged Remy. He was twenty-one years old at the time. Henri had been only twenty-three.
Mourning the loss of his brother, Remy swore to give up thieving for good and following an argument with Jean-Luc left New Orleans to make his own way in the world. It was around this time that Cerebro finally traced him and Xavier sent him an invitation to visit.
Curious, Remy took the man up on his offer and was delighted to accept Xavier’s hospitality for a short period during which time they worked together to explore and shape Remy’s abilities more effectively. He was offered a place alongside Xavier’s ‘X-Men’, but he declined, still feeling the sting from losing his brother and partner, preferring instead to continue his travels.
He travelled extensively for several years, learning much about the world and its people and growing ever concerned by the apparent mounting dislike of mutants and their abilities. He considered, at one stage, joining the Brotherhood, but felt that Magneto’s cause was too extreme. There is a little part of him that supports the Brotherhood movement, but not their acts of blatant destruction.
News of Xavier’s death and the events at Alcatraz drove him to return to the US and he will be heading for the Institute to see if there is anything he can do to assist.
Sample post: (I know it's not necessarily required, but I'll do one anyway).
Remy LeBeau was bored. And when Remy LeBeau was bored, people's pockets suffered. He tended to resort to pickpocketing only when he had nothing more interesting to do - and right now, work was drier than the bayou in a heatwave.
Although perhaps somewhat less pungent.
As he settled down in a run-down shop doorway to check his takings for the day, he was mildly gratified to discover that his talent was still more than adequate. He had hauled several wallets that would easily enable him to pay his way for the next few days - and it had been precisely no trouble at all.
Remy tossed the now-empty wallets into a skip and headed down the street to an appealing looking French cafe he had seen on the way past. He entered, the litter on the street blowing in with him excitedly as he opened to door and made his way with purpose to a window table.
"What'll it be, pal?" The waitress was singularly unattractive, greasy hair and spots the crowning glory on a face that was chewing gum so hard she could be mistaken for a cow chewing the cud.
"Ah, chere madamoiselle," said Remy, glancing up at her from behind his sunglasses. He treated her to his most radiant smile. "Good to see you doin' traditional Cajun food in this corner of New York."
There was a pause.
"What'll it be, pal?" The tone was slightly more irritated this time. "An' don't try none of your fancy talk on me. I'm engaged." She thrust a pudgy hand under the Cajun's nose to display a very, seriously, obviously fake diamond ring. Remy wondered momentarily whether or not to offer his condolences to the unfortunate young man, but settled instead for ordering a bowl of jambalaya. The waitress flounced off leaving the Cajun to his own devices.
He took the crumpled letter out of his overcoat pocket and considered it thoughtfully. He'd heard of this Charles Xavier man, Dieu, what mutant hadn't? Several times Remy had made the trip to New York with the intention of scouting out the mansion on Graymalkin Lane, but every time he had been distracted, usually by women - or work - but most usually by women.
This time, though, he was there by invite. He smiled to himself.
"Ah, Monsieur Xavier," Remy mused, aloud. "You done a strange thing, invitin' Remy to your home. Lock up your valuables, mon ami. The Ragin' Cajun is in town."
For personal details, see Pyro...
Codename(s): Gambit
Affiliation: X-Men, if they’ll have him.
Age: 25
Height: 6’2”
Weight: 180lbs
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Black with red pupils
Appearance: Tall and slender, but with excellent muscle tone, Remy LeBeau is a handsome, well-groomed man who prides himself on his personal appearance. This is not to say he’s vain: far from it. He is just very aware of the importance so many people bestow on physical appearance. His brown hair is shoulder length and he most often has it drawn back in a pony tail.
His eyes are his most startling feature. They are red on black and most of the time he simply wears sunglasses to cover them up.
Uniformed appearance: When Remy is ‘out on a job’, he wears regulation black leather which allows full flexibility of movement. In terms of casual wear, he is almost habitually in jeans and t-shirts, although he spruces up well and owns several suits.
He is in proud possession of a long, light brown trench coat which has almost become his trademark.
Personality: The man is a charmer, pure and simple. This is, of course, partly tied into his mutation: but even if he were a flat scan human he’d be a charmer. His easy manners and ability to make everyone feel like they are the most important person in the world endears him to almost everyone he meets.
Remy loves life and has a tendency to be light hearted, seeking often to lift the mood of those around him. He’s not without his own ‘moments’ of angst and introversion, however, and there are certain things that set him off.
Powers and Abilities: Remy has the power to tap into the latent kinetic energy within any inanimate object and cause it to impact with concussive force. In other words, he makes things glow and then go wa~choom! This ‘charge’ ranges from mild to extreme, depending on how much effort he puts into it to start with. He carries playing cards on him at all times: these are his ‘trademark’ weapons.
Limitations...well, the limitation is dependent on the object itself. Something small like, say a pencil, only takes seconds to reach explosive potential. If he over-charges it, it will explode in his hand. He has (in the comic books) successfully brought down an entire building by charging a single foundation stone. Therefore, the larger the object, the longer it takes to charge, which is why he tends to prefer using small, throwable objects that take seconds to charge. Whilst they are being imbued with kinetic energy, there is a faint, almost neon-pink glow. Generally, yes, they have to hit things to explode, but it's all about the timing. If he times things carefully, they can explode in mid-flight, although it's rare that he wants this to happen.
Like most mutants, over-use of his power will eventually drain him, so he takes care to try and keep it small and sweet.
In addition, Remy has a low level telepathic ability which effectively allows him to ‘hypnotise’ people with whom he interacts. This can be very useful in causing people to overlook the obvious outward sign of his mutation. His hypnotism, like most of his telepathic powers, is largely unexplored, but he is able to simply generate an aura of inherent 'likeableness'. He can do it more strongly with people who are generally attracted to him in the first place - and it wears off once he's out of sight. He can't use it for auto suggestion, merely to manipulate people into listening to him and believing every word he says.
As well as his mutation, Remy is a highly skilled hand-to-hand combatant, fighting for preference with a telescopic Bo staff. He is agile, acrobatic and a tough opponent to nail down.
He is a highly accomplished thief, although he has done less of this since his affiliation with the X-Men.
He is fluent in both English and French and also the Cajun Patois, although his accent is largely diminished since moving out of New Orleans.
Weaknesses: As well as the outward sign of his mutation - which he handles in several ways (sunglasses, hypnotism 'they're contact lenses'), Remy has never truly lost the call to crime that marked his earlier years and is easily swayed by promises of fortune and glory. He also has a soft spot for gambling and could give many professional poker players a run for their money - and has done.
History: The man who became known as Remy LeBeau was born in New Orleans and abandoned at birth due to his appearance. He was raised in an orphanage where he was given the Christian name ‘Remy’. However, he earned the nickname ‘Le Diable Blanc’, ‘The White Devil’ because of his unusual eyes. He ran away at the age of eight and made a living on the streets working with a gang of other children who were overseen by an adult mentor. It was during this time that Remy began to learn his craft, pickpocketing tourists and travellers.
One day, he attempted to pick the pocket of a man called Jean-Luc LeBeau, who was the leader of a gang of thieves known as the Thieves Guild in New Orleans. He caught the boy in the act and was impressed with the child’s indifferent, sassy attitude. He recognised the unusual eyes as the sign of a mutant and, far from being afraid, saw that there might one day be great potential. He offered to take the boy in and raise him as his son. Remy accepted readily, having had enough of squabbling for sleeping space with the other children who lived in the small building and became Remy LeBeau. Jean-Luc’s natural son, Henri and Remy became firm friends and the boy grew to young adulthood in a family environment he’d been afraid he’d never know.
His powers first manifested at the age of thirteen, but rather than be scared of what was happening to him, the boy calmly took things in his stride and began honing his use of them. He was one of the mutants who was missed by Cerebro and who never attended school at the Institute. Professor Xavier would later meet with the young thief and a friendship would be struck, but he learned to deal with his powers by himself.
As he grew older, Remy and Henri became an exceptionally accomplished pair of thieves, pulling off heists that were beyond some lifelong thieves. The Thieves Guild grew in reputation and stature to the point where other gangs finally put aside their differences in an attempt to destroy them.
A trap was laid for the LeBeau sons during which Henri was tragically killed following a fall from a roof – and the attackers less tragically also killed by an enraged Remy. He was twenty-one years old at the time. Henri had been only twenty-three.
Mourning the loss of his brother, Remy swore to give up thieving for good and following an argument with Jean-Luc left New Orleans to make his own way in the world. It was around this time that Cerebro finally traced him and Xavier sent him an invitation to visit.
Curious, Remy took the man up on his offer and was delighted to accept Xavier’s hospitality for a short period during which time they worked together to explore and shape Remy’s abilities more effectively. He was offered a place alongside Xavier’s ‘X-Men’, but he declined, still feeling the sting from losing his brother and partner, preferring instead to continue his travels.
He travelled extensively for several years, learning much about the world and its people and growing ever concerned by the apparent mounting dislike of mutants and their abilities. He considered, at one stage, joining the Brotherhood, but felt that Magneto’s cause was too extreme. There is a little part of him that supports the Brotherhood movement, but not their acts of blatant destruction.
News of Xavier’s death and the events at Alcatraz drove him to return to the US and he will be heading for the Institute to see if there is anything he can do to assist.
Sample post: (I know it's not necessarily required, but I'll do one anyway).
Remy LeBeau was bored. And when Remy LeBeau was bored, people's pockets suffered. He tended to resort to pickpocketing only when he had nothing more interesting to do - and right now, work was drier than the bayou in a heatwave.
Although perhaps somewhat less pungent.
As he settled down in a run-down shop doorway to check his takings for the day, he was mildly gratified to discover that his talent was still more than adequate. He had hauled several wallets that would easily enable him to pay his way for the next few days - and it had been precisely no trouble at all.
Remy tossed the now-empty wallets into a skip and headed down the street to an appealing looking French cafe he had seen on the way past. He entered, the litter on the street blowing in with him excitedly as he opened to door and made his way with purpose to a window table.
"What'll it be, pal?" The waitress was singularly unattractive, greasy hair and spots the crowning glory on a face that was chewing gum so hard she could be mistaken for a cow chewing the cud.
"Ah, chere madamoiselle," said Remy, glancing up at her from behind his sunglasses. He treated her to his most radiant smile. "Good to see you doin' traditional Cajun food in this corner of New York."
There was a pause.
"What'll it be, pal?" The tone was slightly more irritated this time. "An' don't try none of your fancy talk on me. I'm engaged." She thrust a pudgy hand under the Cajun's nose to display a very, seriously, obviously fake diamond ring. Remy wondered momentarily whether or not to offer his condolences to the unfortunate young man, but settled instead for ordering a bowl of jambalaya. The waitress flounced off leaving the Cajun to his own devices.
He took the crumpled letter out of his overcoat pocket and considered it thoughtfully. He'd heard of this Charles Xavier man, Dieu, what mutant hadn't? Several times Remy had made the trip to New York with the intention of scouting out the mansion on Graymalkin Lane, but every time he had been distracted, usually by women - or work - but most usually by women.
This time, though, he was there by invite. He smiled to himself.
"Ah, Monsieur Xavier," Remy mused, aloud. "You done a strange thing, invitin' Remy to your home. Lock up your valuables, mon ami. The Ragin' Cajun is in town."
For personal details, see Pyro...
