Post by michael iain hawthorn on Aug 29, 2014 20:11:53 GMT
MICHAELIAINHAWTHORN
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Play by: Brian Austin Green
Name: Michael Iain Hawthorn
Nicknames: Mike
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Species: Mutant
Occupation: Vigilante
Height: 6ft 1”
Weight: 210lbs
Body modifications: Navy Seal tattoo on his left bicep
Physical description:
Although his time in the military is now four years ago, Mike has kept up with his body and is still the imposing Navy Seal he was back in the days he served his country. He is muscular with definition all over his body, but there are also scars from war – most notably around his stomach and abdomen where he has sustained stab and gunshot wounds. He has short black hair with ice blue eyes, a strong chiselled jaw and stubble to match. He has been conditioned by his life in the military to wear practical clothes, he rarely wears shirts, ties, suits, unless at a ceremony or to blend in. His choices is always t-shirts, hoodies, cargo pants, trainers, etc… His practical wear help him in his vigilante activities and he can see complicated fashions as wasteful and over-encumbering.
Powers: Innate Combat && Fire Generation
Weakness: Innate combat is limited by his human reflexes and perception. His fire generation is hard to control and appears in sudden bursts in fits of rage and anger.
Goals: To stop the governments research into the virus and bring anyone responsible for its creation to justice
Fears:Getting close to anyone again and being vulnerable in any way
Personality:
Mike is scarred by many traumatic experiences in his life that stem from the release of the virus and his time in the field as a Navy Seal. Military service can affect anyone, so he is already more of a doer than a talker in how he conducts himself. There is never anything more to Michael, what he says is what he means. He was never any good at mind games and the like, except during intense interrogations but they never translate into practise back home in bars or on the street. It’s a whole different ball game. But after the virus, he lost all those close to him in one painful blow that he was powerless to stop. Now he is lost in grief, guilt and anger. Trained as someone who protected those he loved could do nothing to help them, he is lost as to what his purpose is now. He is only human (well, a mutant), he is capable of smiling but he rarely forms connections long enough to share a smile with anyone.
Father: Cameron Hawthorn
Siblings: Rachael Hawthorn
Other significant people: N/A
History:
Michael was born to a loving mother and father, a true military family of America. His father served in the army and worked in a variety of positions around the globe serving on many bases from Australia to Germany to Brazil. His mother worked in a primary school as she hated being stuck around the house with nothing to do, especially whilst Cameron was deployed overseas. Michael was joined by his younger sister Rachael and he felt very protective of her, as all older brothers would. They went to the same school and he was the deterrent that kept boys from asking her out which was cute at first but then became a sticking point an argumentative point. He eventually backed off before college and she ended up happily dating an arts student as he joined the state military academy.
He rose through the ranks quickly and was scouted early in his service career for a role in the Navy Seals, the US Government’s elite task force. The training was intensive and nearly broke him, as it did to everyone else in his unit. They were tests and drills designed to push him to his physical limits but it only made Mike train harder. Upon receiving his beret and medal of commendation, he was deployed in black ops missions around the world. The kind of deniable missions the general public turn a blind eye to and merely speculate on their existence in their blissful ignorance of the world’s problems. It turned him into the precise killing machine he still channels today.
When the virus hit, it hit him hard. He changed with others in his unit, in the army, and they quickly began to be exiled and killed by their fellow servicemen out of panic and fear. He didn’t want to end up like those men, the thanks they got for years of service. He went AWOL and ran before suffering the same fate. That alone put him on the government’s radar, but now pales in comparison to his actions since then. The infection claimed the lives of his mother and father which left him devastated but his sister was unaffected, a silver lining to the horrible events that has left him cursed every day. But his sister soon perished at the hands of a mutant in mysterious circumstances, as all human deaths were in the first few weeks. It isn’t known if it was an accident with someone failing to control their powers or a murder with a new found edge against humanity.
Regardless, Mike set out to shut down the government’s research efforts on the virus, stopping them from gaining any more headway into controlling it for their own purposes or curing it and pretending nothing ever happened. He sought out government labs and scientists involved in the initial project and burned everything in his path. His rage because of everything that happened with him became associated with his pyrotechnic abilities and as such he can be a danger to be around when he is angry or unstable. The government recognise him as a thread and have put him on the mutant most wanted list. Now he is hunting down the last few scientists involved in the program and figuring out a way to raise trenchstone to the ground.
Age: 22
How you found us: Admin!
RP sample:
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As far as first weeks go, Tyson had enjoyed this one more than any he could remember. The transition into his lessons had been smooth given the content already covered in sixth year and the kind nature of his teachers given the students who had opted to stay in their class for the final years at Hogwarts. The warming embrace of the common room was just as loving as he remembered it and the castle was still as fun to explore between classes as it ever had been. Having the summer break had almost entirely reset Tyson’s childlike awe of the castle and he was eager to get back up to The Astronomy Tower, maybe later tonight.
Quidditch hadn’t fully started yet, if at all really. He had reported to his head of house for a handshake and badge for his robes, just a formality in everyone’s eyes as Tyson was the clear choice by far. He was one of the longest serving quidditch players on the team and always gave it his all where others had only joined for appearances sake or to pass the time, with their spaces becoming available almost as fast as they had been taken in the first place. He was looking forward to getting back on his broom and losing himself in flying again, the wind through his hair without a care in the world. It sounded cliché, but maybe it was cliché because it was a real, exhilarating feeling.
Right now, it was after dinner and the common room was half empty with people slowly making their way upstairs to bed with others settling in with a book or a chess set for another hour before bed. Tyson was one such person, sat alone on the floor in front of the fire with the large couches recently vacated, he mused on how much longer he should really stay up. A soft purr reminded him that he wasn’t actually alone, Schrodinger was lazily dozing on his lap without a care in the world. Tyson stroked the back of Schro’s head and received a meow of thanks in return. ”Hey you, don’t nod off yet!” He said testily to the cat who seemed to be happily ignoring his request, as often seemed the way with Schro. Or at least ignoring his own requests at the word of his best friend instead.
As far as first weeks go, Tyson had enjoyed this one more than any he could remember. The transition into his lessons had been smooth given the content already covered in sixth year and the kind nature of his teachers given the students who had opted to stay in their class for the final years at Hogwarts. The warming embrace of the common room was just as loving as he remembered it and the castle was still as fun to explore between classes as it ever had been. Having the summer break had almost entirely reset Tyson’s childlike awe of the castle and he was eager to get back up to The Astronomy Tower, maybe later tonight.
Quidditch hadn’t fully started yet, if at all really. He had reported to his head of house for a handshake and badge for his robes, just a formality in everyone’s eyes as Tyson was the clear choice by far. He was one of the longest serving quidditch players on the team and always gave it his all where others had only joined for appearances sake or to pass the time, with their spaces becoming available almost as fast as they had been taken in the first place. He was looking forward to getting back on his broom and losing himself in flying again, the wind through his hair without a care in the world. It sounded cliché, but maybe it was cliché because it was a real, exhilarating feeling.
Right now, it was after dinner and the common room was half empty with people slowly making their way upstairs to bed with others settling in with a book or a chess set for another hour before bed. Tyson was one such person, sat alone on the floor in front of the fire with the large couches recently vacated, he mused on how much longer he should really stay up. A soft purr reminded him that he wasn’t actually alone, Schrodinger was lazily dozing on his lap without a care in the world. Tyson stroked the back of Schro’s head and received a meow of thanks in return. ”Hey you, don’t nod off yet!” He said testily to the cat who seemed to be happily ignoring his request, as often seemed the way with Schro. Or at least ignoring his own requests at the word of his best friend instead.
