Post by Bane on Feb 4, 2013 3:22:11 GMT -5
Alex, Havok Summers
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Full Name: Alex Summers
Nicknames: Havok…(?lmao)
Gender: Male
Age: 18 (Because I said so. Fight me.)
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Location: New York
Origin: Marvel
Play-By: Lucas Till
Height: 5”11
Hair: Blond
Eyes: Blue
Typical Clothing/Uniform: Usually, he wears casual attire, t-shirt and jeans, sometimes a leather jacket with a zipper across the chest on either side. He’s also known to wear shirts with the sleeves ripped off. His X-men suit had a device in the middle that allowed him to focus his powers into a beam, but as of late he’s been refusing to use them again.
Powers/Abilities Ambient Energy Conversion. Without the suit, he sends destructive red rings out from absorbing comic radiation cells and convert it into energy. With the right suit, he can concentrate it into a beam.
Team Affiliation: X-men
Personality: A bit of a skeptic, and perhaps a bit cold. Alex makes it difficult to let other get close to him. His temperament can be a little weak, resorting to anger and sometimes violence, but he struggles to handle things calmly and maturely.
Family: Christpher Summers (Father deceased) Katherine Anne Summers (Mother deceased) Scott Summers (Brother) Gabriel Summers (Brother) Andrew Blanding (Foster father) Mrs Blanding(Foster mother) Haley Blanding (Foster Sister)
Marital status: Single (Lllllaaadiess)
History: His father was a pilot, so it was natural that the family would be flying all together. No one had expected the disaster of the plane to catch fire in an incident. Their mother had pushed her two son’s out of the plane before it could crash, in the only parachute that was usable. They were hospitalized, and Alex was sent to an orphanage, and separated from his older brother.
He grew up in a good home, but was always troubled. His foster parents did their best to help, but Alex made it difficult. He didn’t even quite understand what was wrong with him himself until he had become older. And he managed to control it well enough, until one day he and his foster sister, Haley, had been abducted. It had all happened so fast.
First he saw red. Like, rage red. He remembered being so angry, wanting to stop it, not wanting to be there. At the time, it felt like his anger was simply growing, like adrenaline. And then he actually saw red. It rapidly spun off of his body, shooting forth from him in discs as it bombarded down on their kidnapper.
He was dead.
Alex had become a successful killer, without even meaning to. And perhaps it wouldn’t have been as bad. The bad part is that he had wanted to. But Alex knew he wasn’t safe, that he couldn’t be around other people in case he lost it and, boom. More red.
So when they asked, he admitted to the killing to be locked away, and they obliged to his wishes of remaining in solitary confinement. It was the only way he knew how to control himself. But he found a new hope, upon being released on terms of joining the X-men.
Sample Post: The institute had been a little slow as of late, and Alex was finding himself restless. Bored, and generally frustrated with all his pent-up energy. The kid had few friends, perhaps it was because of how difficult he was personality wise. Maybe a little too serious at times, and then a bit of an ass-hole at other times.
Some people would call him a bully, but when he looked at himself, he couldn’t see a way to reform that. It just happened. A witty comment, a quick grin to elevate himself in his own genius. Most of the time he hadn’t even realized he was rude until later.
Whatever. It was no big deal really. He had doubts that they’d stick around long anyways. Few did. He walked along the empty field in silence, deliberately stepping in puddles to watched the water explode around his foot, before finally settling down and taking a seat as an empty set of metal bleachers that had been left up.
Time to pass another day by doing nothing.
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