Post by Lewis Guthrie on Nov 10, 2006 19:21:16 GMT -5
(ooc: Becka! So Lewis is actually a canon character, but here's the thing. He's been seen in the comics a few times, when they visit the Guthrie household, and the only thing we know about him is his name. So I figured since I had to make everything up about him anyway, it might slide as an OC. But if not, let me know, because I can make an OC of one of the unnamed Guthrie kids. I'll just change the name.)
Name: Lewis Clark Guthrie
Codename(s): None, yet
Affiliation: X-Student
Age: 9
Height: 4”1
Weight: 67 lbs.
Hair Color: Reddish-blonde
Eye Color: Brown
Appearance:
Lewis has a head of unruly reddish-blonde hair, which his mama and sisters often try to comb down but never remains so for long. He has brown eyes that are often the windows to his energetic soul. He has alight dusting of freckles across his cheeks and nose, which become more prominent in the summer months, when he can spend all of his time outside instead of half of it.
He doesn’t care what he wears, so long as it’s comfortable, though he does like shirts with funny sayings. Most of his wardrobe consists of hand-me-downs from his older brothers, but he doesn’t mind. His clothes often get dirty around the farm anyway. This also doesn’t bother him, though it bothers his mother when he comes in the house covered in mud or manure or drenched after going frog-catching in the stream.
Personality:
Lewis has been called many things by his mama and older siblings: Ornery. A rascal. Rambunctious. As his mama has said on many occasions, he is at times more trouble than he’s worth. Lewis loves to be outdoors; he doesn’t spend much time in front og the TV, and since the Guthrie family doesn’t have the means for a computer or a Gamecube or any of those ‘fancy gizmos’, Lewis occupies himself outside, on the Guthrie farm and in the woods surrounding.
This curious and mischievous behavior wouldn’t be such a problem if Lewis didn’t have more battery power than the Energizer bunny. It takes a lot to tire Lewis Guthrie out. He can spend his day running, exploring the woods, doing his chores, climbing trees, and chasing with his brothers and sisters, and still have the energy to start a wrestlin’ fight with the whole lot of ‘em before bed.
Being the youngest son, however, has made Mama Guthrie cling to Lewis a bit longer. She loves all of her children equally, of course, but she has had a hard time letting little Lew grow up. This has made Lewis a bit of a mama’s boy at times. For years after most kids stopped doing so, Lewis would often crawls onto his mother’s lap on quiet evenings and at bedtime, and just sit and talk to her about his day and what was on his mind. The longest he’s ever spent without her was three days. Though the pressure fell on Sam to take care of their mother and the family when their father died, years later (when Lewis became old enough to understand), Sammy told the young boy about what had happened, and that he needed Lewis’ help taking care of Mama during the times he was away, though this was simply to boost the young boy up and make him behave. Lewis took it to heart, and he has done his best, in his own way, ever since.
Because of his mutation, Lewis has done many foolish things before, just to test his limits (a trait which he couldn’t possibly have gotten from watching his sister do things like try and drown herself to force a mutation out). Some times, he’s done things at his siblings’ encouragement. He’s done things like jump from trees or off the roof (which ended in the conclusion that Lewis could not fly like Sammy, much to his dismay, and also a trip to the hospital).
Powers and Abilities:
When Lewis is injured, his brain registers not pain, but pleasure. If he is punched in the face, it would feel like someone was tickling him. If he was shot, it would be like a hilarious joke or a merciless tickle attack, and he would laugh uncontrollably for as long as the pain lasted. Lewis can still be injured (he has slight invulnerability, which as he ages and learns about his powers, may increase, but for now the most he can do without feeling a reaction from him (even a pleasurable one) is a not-very-hard punch). He is still injured like a regular person, but he doesn’t register the fact.
In addition to giving him pleasurable responses, injuries build Lewis’ energy. He is quite a crazy kid anyways, but the more injured he is, the more rambunctious he becomes.
He can also consciously create a force field around himself, which acts much like two magnets when you put the wrong ends together, and deflects anything coming at him. For instance, someone would throw something at him, and it would get to within a few inches of him and deflect. This wouldn't work for anything moving at a high speed, such as a bullet, or anything moving with a lot of force, such as Juggernaut or a speeding semi truck. But it would deflect punches (unless the attacker had a high level of strength) and other, more minor objects. He has to concentrate to form this force field around himself, and to keep it up once he creates it. Any distraction can make it falter.
Weaknesses:
The very fact that Lewis’ mutation is that he doesn’t register injury as pain is a very dangerous thing. He may not realize how badly he is hurt and not get proper treatment right away.
Lewis has to concentrate very hard to create and hold the force field around himself. He is easily distracted; in fact, in many instances, he focuses on the thing coming at him and not on holding the force field, and drops the field, thereby getting hit straight on by whatever is flying at him.
History:
Lewis Clark Guthrie was born to Marvin and Lucinda Guthrie a year after the two were married. Something that he didn’t understand for many years, Lucinda had been married three years before Lewis’ birth to Marvin Guthrie’s cousin, Jebediah. She had had five children with Jebediah, and popped out two with her second husband before Lewis and his twin sister were born. They later had another girl and planned to stop trying for a while when money became extremely tight.
Lewis was born with his mutant abilities; they could tell something was different from the start, but it became very clear when he got colic as an infant and between harsh coughs would laugh instead of cry. Whenever he cried, it was because he was hungry or wet or just plain cranky, never because he was sick. In fact, the times when he ran a fever and was throwing up were the times he seemed to be the happiest. When his family worked out what exactly was behind the odd behavior, they accepted him without question, because Sam, the eldest of the children, had already discovered his mutantcy.
For the first two years of his life, he only saw Sam, his eldest half-brother, when he visited from his school in New York. But when Lewis was two, Sammy came home, and Lewis grew to look up to him.
From a young age, Lewis and his brothers and sisters were all curious about his mutation. Lewis would do reckless things like leaping from trees and letting his brothers and sisters throw rocks at him in order to see what he could do. The older siblings had sense enough to stop him when they caught him, but those only slightly older than Lewis encouraged him when they were out on the farm away from their mama and their older siblings. When Lewis was six, his oldest sister Paige turned out to be a mutant as well, much to her delight.
He lived on the Guthrie farm his entire life, never travelling farther than an hour outside of his small farming town. He spent almost all of his time not in school on the farm, exploring and fishing and getting into trouble at every turn. He didn’t much care that the town didn’t like the Guthries very much because they all seemed to be turning out to be mutants (he generally didn’t talk about it at school, because of reasons seen in the sample post below); though he had few friends, every one of his siblings were his best friends, and he spent all of his time either with them or alone, which he was perfectly content to be.
Sample Post:
It was the first day of school, and with the ring of the bell that signaled the start of class, the last of the parents began to file out of the brightly-decorated room. Lewis Guthrie’s mama gave her baby one last kiss and left, promising to be there to pick him up at the end of the day. As soon as she left the room, Lewis moved across the classroom to the windows on the other side, high-stepping over a block creation. He stopped at the window, putting his hands on the window-sill, and he watched for his mama to leave the school.
He waved to her furiously as she walked to the parking lot, to the beat-up and rusty family junker, his heart sinking as she didn’t see him. But just as she got in the car, she looked to the window and smiled a teary smile, waving back with equal vigor.
Lewis’ face split into a grin, and when she drove out of sight, he turned away from the window satisfied. He looked around; most of the tables had small groups of kids at them. He ventured over to the nearest one, where two boys his age sat. He started to take off his backpack and pull out the little chair to sit, but the boy next to his intended spot grabbed the chair leg.
“Y’ain’t sittin’ here,” he said meanly, glaring at Lewis. “My daddy says you’re a mutie freak, that’s why ya din’t die when ya fell offa ya roof.”
Lewis frowned. Mama’d always said news travelled fast, ‘specially bad news. Lewis had just gotten out of the hospital two weeks before, and the gossipy women of the town had heralded the news to everyone by sundown of the day he’d fallen.
‘Lewis Guthrie is one of them mutant freaks, too. Like his brother.’
‘The one that made the mine collapse, killed his own papa?’
‘Yup.’
‘Them Guthrie’s are trouble, I always said so.’
But this was the first time somebody had said something to Lewis himself. “Lotsa people fall offa roofs,” he insisted, still holding onto his backpack by it’s strap. “If anybody’s a freak ‘round here, it’s you,” he added in retort.
Boys around there had never been good with words; they’d gotten that from their daddies, most likely. Around there, problems were solved with one’s hands. The other boy stood up and pushed Lewis, who stumbled backwards. Though the boys were young, they’d learned to fight from their older brothers or, some of them, by watching their dads beat on their mothers or their siblings. They weren’t very strong, but they still tried. The two boys launched at each other then, as their classmates erupted into yells and burst into tears, scrambling away from the fight.
Lewis managed to get his hand on the other boy’s face, and shoved him back that way, but the boy kicked Lewis in the kneecap in the process.
The teacher rushed in and easily plucked the two boys apart, telling them to stand in opposite corners, where they remained until their parents could be contacted to pick their sons up and take them home from school. Lewis stared at the point where the two walls met in front of his face and blinked back tears, trying furiously to hold in his laughter as his knee began to bruise.
Name: Lewis Clark Guthrie
Codename(s): None, yet
Affiliation: X-Student
Age: 9
Height: 4”1
Weight: 67 lbs.
Hair Color: Reddish-blonde
Eye Color: Brown
Appearance:
Lewis has a head of unruly reddish-blonde hair, which his mama and sisters often try to comb down but never remains so for long. He has brown eyes that are often the windows to his energetic soul. He has alight dusting of freckles across his cheeks and nose, which become more prominent in the summer months, when he can spend all of his time outside instead of half of it.
He doesn’t care what he wears, so long as it’s comfortable, though he does like shirts with funny sayings. Most of his wardrobe consists of hand-me-downs from his older brothers, but he doesn’t mind. His clothes often get dirty around the farm anyway. This also doesn’t bother him, though it bothers his mother when he comes in the house covered in mud or manure or drenched after going frog-catching in the stream.
Personality:
Lewis has been called many things by his mama and older siblings: Ornery. A rascal. Rambunctious. As his mama has said on many occasions, he is at times more trouble than he’s worth. Lewis loves to be outdoors; he doesn’t spend much time in front og the TV, and since the Guthrie family doesn’t have the means for a computer or a Gamecube or any of those ‘fancy gizmos’, Lewis occupies himself outside, on the Guthrie farm and in the woods surrounding.
This curious and mischievous behavior wouldn’t be such a problem if Lewis didn’t have more battery power than the Energizer bunny. It takes a lot to tire Lewis Guthrie out. He can spend his day running, exploring the woods, doing his chores, climbing trees, and chasing with his brothers and sisters, and still have the energy to start a wrestlin’ fight with the whole lot of ‘em before bed.
Being the youngest son, however, has made Mama Guthrie cling to Lewis a bit longer. She loves all of her children equally, of course, but she has had a hard time letting little Lew grow up. This has made Lewis a bit of a mama’s boy at times. For years after most kids stopped doing so, Lewis would often crawls onto his mother’s lap on quiet evenings and at bedtime, and just sit and talk to her about his day and what was on his mind. The longest he’s ever spent without her was three days. Though the pressure fell on Sam to take care of their mother and the family when their father died, years later (when Lewis became old enough to understand), Sammy told the young boy about what had happened, and that he needed Lewis’ help taking care of Mama during the times he was away, though this was simply to boost the young boy up and make him behave. Lewis took it to heart, and he has done his best, in his own way, ever since.
Because of his mutation, Lewis has done many foolish things before, just to test his limits (a trait which he couldn’t possibly have gotten from watching his sister do things like try and drown herself to force a mutation out). Some times, he’s done things at his siblings’ encouragement. He’s done things like jump from trees or off the roof (which ended in the conclusion that Lewis could not fly like Sammy, much to his dismay, and also a trip to the hospital).
Powers and Abilities:
When Lewis is injured, his brain registers not pain, but pleasure. If he is punched in the face, it would feel like someone was tickling him. If he was shot, it would be like a hilarious joke or a merciless tickle attack, and he would laugh uncontrollably for as long as the pain lasted. Lewis can still be injured (he has slight invulnerability, which as he ages and learns about his powers, may increase, but for now the most he can do without feeling a reaction from him (even a pleasurable one) is a not-very-hard punch). He is still injured like a regular person, but he doesn’t register the fact.
In addition to giving him pleasurable responses, injuries build Lewis’ energy. He is quite a crazy kid anyways, but the more injured he is, the more rambunctious he becomes.
He can also consciously create a force field around himself, which acts much like two magnets when you put the wrong ends together, and deflects anything coming at him. For instance, someone would throw something at him, and it would get to within a few inches of him and deflect. This wouldn't work for anything moving at a high speed, such as a bullet, or anything moving with a lot of force, such as Juggernaut or a speeding semi truck. But it would deflect punches (unless the attacker had a high level of strength) and other, more minor objects. He has to concentrate to form this force field around himself, and to keep it up once he creates it. Any distraction can make it falter.
Weaknesses:
The very fact that Lewis’ mutation is that he doesn’t register injury as pain is a very dangerous thing. He may not realize how badly he is hurt and not get proper treatment right away.
Lewis has to concentrate very hard to create and hold the force field around himself. He is easily distracted; in fact, in many instances, he focuses on the thing coming at him and not on holding the force field, and drops the field, thereby getting hit straight on by whatever is flying at him.
History:
Lewis Clark Guthrie was born to Marvin and Lucinda Guthrie a year after the two were married. Something that he didn’t understand for many years, Lucinda had been married three years before Lewis’ birth to Marvin Guthrie’s cousin, Jebediah. She had had five children with Jebediah, and popped out two with her second husband before Lewis and his twin sister were born. They later had another girl and planned to stop trying for a while when money became extremely tight.
Lewis was born with his mutant abilities; they could tell something was different from the start, but it became very clear when he got colic as an infant and between harsh coughs would laugh instead of cry. Whenever he cried, it was because he was hungry or wet or just plain cranky, never because he was sick. In fact, the times when he ran a fever and was throwing up were the times he seemed to be the happiest. When his family worked out what exactly was behind the odd behavior, they accepted him without question, because Sam, the eldest of the children, had already discovered his mutantcy.
For the first two years of his life, he only saw Sam, his eldest half-brother, when he visited from his school in New York. But when Lewis was two, Sammy came home, and Lewis grew to look up to him.
From a young age, Lewis and his brothers and sisters were all curious about his mutation. Lewis would do reckless things like leaping from trees and letting his brothers and sisters throw rocks at him in order to see what he could do. The older siblings had sense enough to stop him when they caught him, but those only slightly older than Lewis encouraged him when they were out on the farm away from their mama and their older siblings. When Lewis was six, his oldest sister Paige turned out to be a mutant as well, much to her delight.
He lived on the Guthrie farm his entire life, never travelling farther than an hour outside of his small farming town. He spent almost all of his time not in school on the farm, exploring and fishing and getting into trouble at every turn. He didn’t much care that the town didn’t like the Guthries very much because they all seemed to be turning out to be mutants (he generally didn’t talk about it at school, because of reasons seen in the sample post below); though he had few friends, every one of his siblings were his best friends, and he spent all of his time either with them or alone, which he was perfectly content to be.
Sample Post:
It was the first day of school, and with the ring of the bell that signaled the start of class, the last of the parents began to file out of the brightly-decorated room. Lewis Guthrie’s mama gave her baby one last kiss and left, promising to be there to pick him up at the end of the day. As soon as she left the room, Lewis moved across the classroom to the windows on the other side, high-stepping over a block creation. He stopped at the window, putting his hands on the window-sill, and he watched for his mama to leave the school.
He waved to her furiously as she walked to the parking lot, to the beat-up and rusty family junker, his heart sinking as she didn’t see him. But just as she got in the car, she looked to the window and smiled a teary smile, waving back with equal vigor.
Lewis’ face split into a grin, and when she drove out of sight, he turned away from the window satisfied. He looked around; most of the tables had small groups of kids at them. He ventured over to the nearest one, where two boys his age sat. He started to take off his backpack and pull out the little chair to sit, but the boy next to his intended spot grabbed the chair leg.
“Y’ain’t sittin’ here,” he said meanly, glaring at Lewis. “My daddy says you’re a mutie freak, that’s why ya din’t die when ya fell offa ya roof.”
Lewis frowned. Mama’d always said news travelled fast, ‘specially bad news. Lewis had just gotten out of the hospital two weeks before, and the gossipy women of the town had heralded the news to everyone by sundown of the day he’d fallen.
‘Lewis Guthrie is one of them mutant freaks, too. Like his brother.’
‘The one that made the mine collapse, killed his own papa?’
‘Yup.’
‘Them Guthrie’s are trouble, I always said so.’
But this was the first time somebody had said something to Lewis himself. “Lotsa people fall offa roofs,” he insisted, still holding onto his backpack by it’s strap. “If anybody’s a freak ‘round here, it’s you,” he added in retort.
Boys around there had never been good with words; they’d gotten that from their daddies, most likely. Around there, problems were solved with one’s hands. The other boy stood up and pushed Lewis, who stumbled backwards. Though the boys were young, they’d learned to fight from their older brothers or, some of them, by watching their dads beat on their mothers or their siblings. They weren’t very strong, but they still tried. The two boys launched at each other then, as their classmates erupted into yells and burst into tears, scrambling away from the fight.
Lewis managed to get his hand on the other boy’s face, and shoved him back that way, but the boy kicked Lewis in the kneecap in the process.
The teacher rushed in and easily plucked the two boys apart, telling them to stand in opposite corners, where they remained until their parents could be contacted to pick their sons up and take them home from school. Lewis stared at the point where the two walls met in front of his face and blinked back tears, trying furiously to hold in his laughter as his knee began to bruise.
