Post by gabriel summers on May 18, 2008 14:18:04 GMT
and we’re singing uh-oh on a friday night,
and we hope everything’s going to be alright .
[/color][/font]and we hope everything’s going to be alright .
Gabriel James Summers ,
powerful . emotional . intelligent . antisocial . vulnerable[/color][/font][/center]
you can’t knock ‘em out,
ya can’t walk away .
[/color][/font][/center]ya can’t walk away .
nom •• Gabriel James Summers
nicknames •• Gabe
gender •• Male
age •• 20; June 6th
occupation •• College student
nationality •• American
ability ••
level •• 5 (canon)
codename •• Vulcan
got cured •• No
member group •• Unaffiliated[/color][/font]
she got some pritstick ,
and she glued her lips together .
[/color][/font][/center]and she glued her lips together .
height •• 6'
weight •• 180 lbs.
eye colour •• Brown
hair colour •• Brown
anything else? •• N/A
play-by •• Ryan Reynolds[/color][/font]
my fingertips are holding onto ,
the cracks in our foundations .
[/color][/font][/center]the cracks in our foundations .
likes ••
- Comic books
- Video games
- Movies
- Anything relating to popular culture
- Computers
- Comic books
- Porn
- Women
- Sex
- Pepsi
- Food
dislikes ••
- Hospitals
- Lying
- Coca-Cola
- Cheese
- Any shoes besides Nikes
- Mutaphobes
strengths ••
- His powers
- His intellect
- Amazing willpower
- Loyal and trustworhty
- Willing to sacrifice himself for others
weaknesses ••
- Suffers from depression
- Prone to anger outbursts
- Gullible
- Anti-social
- Dysfunctional history
fears ••
- Drowning
- Losing his powers
- Dying alone
hopes ••
- To find meaning in life
- To accomplish something
- To matter in the world
habits ••
- Nail biting
- Randomly hovering
general •• At first glance, Gabe seems to be an average twenty-year-old. With a boyish grin, he cracks jokes, but around new people, he seems to be quiet. Only those who are close to him have cracked his shell and seen the real person underneath. Due to his history, including the effects of his mother, the young and depressed Gabriel found a way to hide his sadness: humor. His powers seem to be perfectly designed for his personality: just as he adapts to a situation with his abilities, so, too, does he adapt with his personality.
Gabe can be a hothead. He has an anger problem, stemming from his unstable adolescence, and can fly off the handle. On the same card, he's impatient and can challenge authority. These traits, coupled with his already sizable distaste for humanity, has brought up fears in others as to the possibility of Vulcan being lured to the Brotherhood.
Gabe has a genius level intellect. He particularly has an aptitude for computers, technology, and physics. Often, he'll be seen in front of some sort of screen, be it a computer or a television. He's an avid fan of video games and movies. In fact, he loves all sorts of popular culture, so much that he has become a living encyclopedia on the subject, from films to television to comic books.
Beneath the joking facade, though, he is a rather mature and intelligent man - both facts that he tries to hide. It's believed he does this due to his dysfunctional home life, as well as putting up a wall over his mature intellectual side as a form of protection against his anger and depression. It's on this same coin that his dislike for humans is present. All of his life, the majority of his social experiences have been negative, and so he believes it's because of humanity's innate flaws. He views mutants as being much kinder, which is why he fights for what he does.
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when I see you ,
it makes me smile.
[/color][/font][/center]it makes me smile.
parents •• Christopher Summers (father, deceased), Susan Winters (mother)
siblings •• Scott Summers (half-brother), Alex Summers (half-brother)
hometown •• Anchorage, Alaska
other relatives of interest •• N/A
general •• Everybody knows the story of the Summers brothers. Young Scott was taken in by Professor Xavier, became the famous Cyclops, and married the beautiful Jean Grey. His brother Alex followed not long after, taking the name of Havok. But what about the third Summers brother? The one who didn't have a wonderful mentor to come and tell him that everything would be alright?
Gabriel Summers is the result of an affair between Christopher Summers and Susan Freeman. When Scott was but a toddler, Christopher cheated on his wife Katherine with Susan, a young bartender at a restaurant near the Air Force base where he was stationed. Christopher, however, admitted that the affair was a mistake, and so he confessed everything to Katherine. She took him back, and nothing was ever said again of the incident. Nine months later, however, Susan returned, this time with a child. Christopher refused to have anything to do with the baby boy, as Katherine herself was now pregnant with their second child.
Susan kept the child's name as Gabriel Summers, despite his birth father having nothing to do with him. She moved through various relationships when Gabe was young until she finally met Ralph Winters. For the first few years, things were fine, but it became apparent that the Winters weren't the all-American family. Ralph was a workholic, resulting in him barely being there for Gabe during his developing years. Susan was, at first, a decent mother. As Gabe neared his teen years, however, she became prone to anger outbursts, eventually culminating in a variety of mental disorders. Ralph an Susan put pressure on the boy, as Ralph's older natural son was a failure, a high school dropout, and was regularly in and out of jails. Thus, they pressured him to do good at school and to never get in trouble with the law. As a result, he was thrown out of school his junior year and regularly engaged in street fights. It was during one of these fights that Gabriel's powers manifested, resulting in him blowing a hole through the local bowling alley.
Unlike his brothers, however, Gabriel wasn't approached by a benevolent benefactor. There wasn't any Professor Xavier to save him from his horrible life. He lived with being a mutant in a terrible family. Eventually, from the urging of both of his parents, Gabe almost forgot about his powers, due to his fear of using them. As soon as he could, Gabriel took off to college, where he is now entering his sophomore year. Mysteriously, his powers are beginning to reawaken, and it's only a matter of time until he discovers his other family.
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i'm not in love ,
i just wanna be touched .
[/color][/font][/center]i just wanna be touched .
alias •• Doc
age •• 19
how you find us? •• Ad
contact •• PM
other characters •• N/A
rp sample ••
As Charlie glanced up into Moira's gleaming green eyes, he couldn't help but be taken back. Every time he looked into those eyes, he remembered the feelings that he had for her. It was love. At one point, it had been true love on both sides. Despite the age difference, they genuinely, truly loved each other. But then...then Charles was called off to war. Moira found solace elsewhere. Honestly, he couldn't blame her. She didn't know if he would return...or should he say, when he would return. Moira was a growing woman, and she needed to find somebody to take care of her. It was just unfortunate that she ended up in the arms of a man who disrespected her, and it was unfortunate that he couldn't save the son that resulted. Charlie would never forgive himself for either of those, even if he wasn't at fault in any of the cases. He always felt that he was, and he probably always would until the day he died. He was close to that day arriving, but fortunately for him and his powers, he had cheated death.
“Aye don’t mean to sound fank, Char—Charlie. But, we mus’ talk about where you go from now. Wha’ Aye meen to say is, what plans do you hayve for your future? Aye only ask because Aye’m sure you want more than just a pleasant view of the horizon.”
The older mutant nodded. Or, in this case, the younger mutant. It just happened to be his amazing new body. He was about thirty-five in this new body, a fresh twenty three years younger than his previous one. He was even younger than Moira, who was still a young woman; at least, Moira was a young woman to him. Even as Moira turned his wheelchair, Charlie's viewpoint remained focused ahead of them. His head didn't turn, not to look over at her, not to look to the side at which he was turning. His brown eyes remained locked in front of him, staring for what seemed for miles. It was as if he really saw beyond.
“I'm going to start over, Moira.” She seemed to like calling him by his name, and so he would begin to call her by her name, if only to reaffirm it. She had such a beautiful and unique name – Moira. Not many people were named as such. Perhaps that was one of the reasons he was attracted to her. It was nice to see somebody that wasn't just given a random name. In his time as a teacher, Charlie had seen so many “plain janes”, or so he liked to put it. Sally, Linda, Theresa...it seemed as if the names eventually blended together. Lost in his thoughts about such inane things as names, Charlie almost failed to realize that he was being pushed out of his room and into the courtyard. Fresh air...yes. Fresh air might have been exactly what he needed.
“Tell me Charlie. Do you see yourself returning to the mansion anytime soon?”
“Not at all.” His words were blunt, and perhaps quite different from what she had been expecting. Of course, he had expected that. It was different from what he normally would have done. No, no. That was different from what Charles Xavier would have done. Charlie Nova, on the other hand, had no intentions of returning to such a place. How awkward would it be anyways? What could he do? Show up at the door, explain his situation, and say “Oh, well, I'm back?” No, he couldn't. Logan knew that he was at least partially responsible for the mess that was the Phoenix, and he had no doubt that the feral mutant would love to just gut him for what had happened to Jean. Charles was justified in what he had to do. As he explained, he chose the lesser of two evils. Besides, with his new abilities, it wasn't as if Logan's claws could do any permanent damage. Charlie seemed capable of healing from virtually everything Moira threw at him. He remembered during one experiment, when his intestines had actually rolled out onto the floor of the pseudo-Danger Room they had set up. It brought a smile to his lips.
“As I said, I'm starting over.” His brown eyes locked onto a nearby brown leaf, and chose to follow it through the air as he spoke. “You see, Moira...death changes a person's perception. It makes you look at life in an entirely different way. What once was wrong could now be considered right. What once felt comfortable could now be completely dreadful. For example, I've grown a liking of classic rock, such as AC/DC. Before, I never would have. My allergy to penicillin is gone, as you are well aware. So many things have changed, Moira. You have no idea. You can't possibly understand. You can't see what I see.” The leaf that Charlie had been following now fell in a nearby creek. The water consumed it, yet the brown object remained floating on the surface. A small smile came to his lips upon seeing that at least one thing remained the same. “I'm going to start a new team. I'm rewriting Xavier's Dream from the ground up. It's Nova's Manifesto now, Moira. You see, I had made the mistake of simply being reactive. I sent the X-Men in when they were absolutely needed. And what did it do? Nothing. Alcatraz still happened. Hundreds of mutants still died. Not a d**n thing has changed. That's why I need to be proactive. I have to seek out those who wish to disrupt the peace between humans and mutants before they have a chance to do. I need to do what the X-Men were always afraid to do. I have to ensure peace stays between humans and mutants by any...means...necessary.”
“Aye don’t mean to sound fank, Char—Charlie. But, we mus’ talk about where you go from now. Wha’ Aye meen to say is, what plans do you hayve for your future? Aye only ask because Aye’m sure you want more than just a pleasant view of the horizon.”
The older mutant nodded. Or, in this case, the younger mutant. It just happened to be his amazing new body. He was about thirty-five in this new body, a fresh twenty three years younger than his previous one. He was even younger than Moira, who was still a young woman; at least, Moira was a young woman to him. Even as Moira turned his wheelchair, Charlie's viewpoint remained focused ahead of them. His head didn't turn, not to look over at her, not to look to the side at which he was turning. His brown eyes remained locked in front of him, staring for what seemed for miles. It was as if he really saw beyond.
“I'm going to start over, Moira.” She seemed to like calling him by his name, and so he would begin to call her by her name, if only to reaffirm it. She had such a beautiful and unique name – Moira. Not many people were named as such. Perhaps that was one of the reasons he was attracted to her. It was nice to see somebody that wasn't just given a random name. In his time as a teacher, Charlie had seen so many “plain janes”, or so he liked to put it. Sally, Linda, Theresa...it seemed as if the names eventually blended together. Lost in his thoughts about such inane things as names, Charlie almost failed to realize that he was being pushed out of his room and into the courtyard. Fresh air...yes. Fresh air might have been exactly what he needed.
“Tell me Charlie. Do you see yourself returning to the mansion anytime soon?”
“Not at all.” His words were blunt, and perhaps quite different from what she had been expecting. Of course, he had expected that. It was different from what he normally would have done. No, no. That was different from what Charles Xavier would have done. Charlie Nova, on the other hand, had no intentions of returning to such a place. How awkward would it be anyways? What could he do? Show up at the door, explain his situation, and say “Oh, well, I'm back?” No, he couldn't. Logan knew that he was at least partially responsible for the mess that was the Phoenix, and he had no doubt that the feral mutant would love to just gut him for what had happened to Jean. Charles was justified in what he had to do. As he explained, he chose the lesser of two evils. Besides, with his new abilities, it wasn't as if Logan's claws could do any permanent damage. Charlie seemed capable of healing from virtually everything Moira threw at him. He remembered during one experiment, when his intestines had actually rolled out onto the floor of the pseudo-Danger Room they had set up. It brought a smile to his lips.
“As I said, I'm starting over.” His brown eyes locked onto a nearby brown leaf, and chose to follow it through the air as he spoke. “You see, Moira...death changes a person's perception. It makes you look at life in an entirely different way. What once was wrong could now be considered right. What once felt comfortable could now be completely dreadful. For example, I've grown a liking of classic rock, such as AC/DC. Before, I never would have. My allergy to penicillin is gone, as you are well aware. So many things have changed, Moira. You have no idea. You can't possibly understand. You can't see what I see.” The leaf that Charlie had been following now fell in a nearby creek. The water consumed it, yet the brown object remained floating on the surface. A small smile came to his lips upon seeing that at least one thing remained the same. “I'm going to start a new team. I'm rewriting Xavier's Dream from the ground up. It's Nova's Manifesto now, Moira. You see, I had made the mistake of simply being reactive. I sent the X-Men in when they were absolutely needed. And what did it do? Nothing. Alcatraz still happened. Hundreds of mutants still died. Not a d**n thing has changed. That's why I need to be proactive. I have to seek out those who wish to disrupt the peace between humans and mutants before they have a chance to do. I need to do what the X-Men were always afraid to do. I have to ensure peace stays between humans and mutants by any...means...necessary.”
