Post by Ethan Cole on Apr 26, 2008 21:27:13 GMT -5
Name: Ethan Cole
Code Name: Volt
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Powers/Special Abilities: Ethan has the ability to generate, control and manipulate electricity. This can be used in a number of ways, some allowing himself to travel through telephone wires or cables. Sometimes, using the energy from electricity, Ethan can allow his mind to work at an extremely high rate, assessing, or calculating in a matter of seconds. Due to his body adapting to his powers, Ethan can almost run himself on his powers, taking the electrical currents from appliances around him, or using static electricity to ‘charge’ himself if you will. He is able to use his powers on other bodies, and amplifying the static shock to the point it can stun or hurt a being. All of the time, currents of electricity run through his muscles, and sometimes coming into contact with others can cause minor shocks.
Appearance: Standing at almost six feet, Ethan has apparent muscles, from a number of street scuffles and relentless training. He has chiselled features and striking brown eyes. His hair is a dirty blond, almost brown. His attire normally consists of what any normal man in his twenties, a shirt and a pair of jeans, reaching some brand or other of trainers or a pair of casual shoes. Sometimes, Ethan would wear more formal, for attending his business. He has apparent muscles, from working out and benching, which provides him an apparent amount of strength to go with it.
Personality: Ethan isn’t the kind of man to beat around the bush when it comes to telling someone the truth, and he has no thought for sparing ones feelings. Coming out very blunt with people he doesn’t know so well, he can easily offend or hurt a person’s feelings. On the other hand, toward those who gain his friendship and he makes any type of strong bond with, Ethan can develop a soft spot for those few people, even though sometimes he cannot stand the personality of whomever. At games, he can take on a suave and smooth talking way of personality, mostly when it comes to women. Slick when it comes to the first stages of a fight, but when the chips are down on his side, Ethan can become ruthless and enraged, fulfilling his more callous attitude. Some may say his personality is split, but he more refers it as to being reserved.
Hobbies: Ethan gambles high amounts of money at poker, 21, and other games. He has uncanny ‘luck’. At other times, he works out and benches at a gym.
Weapons/Equipment/Skills: On most days, for protection, Ethan carries with him a small gun.
History: Ethan was born to an under aged mother who was mainly with his father for gold digging, and a father who had close criminal ties with a number of other criminals who, paid enough, disposed of any who his father didn’t want around. This happened often around the area Ethan grew up in; there were many knife fights in the back alleys. So much, his mother packed up and left with a high amount of money, leaving a one year old Ethan with his father.
Growing up was difficult. His father, when Ethan could only just walk, started teaching him all about mobs, gangs, knife fights and gun fights. Of course, Ethan was too young to take all of this in, and spent most of his time with an old woman, who smelt like cat and looked as if she were off the street to take care of him whenever his father conducted his business.
When he was five, Ethan fell across a number of weapons in the cellar, and almost shot himself with one of the guns. His father didn’t scold him, only taught him to hold it and shoot with it. Scared of out his wits, Ethan didn’t care, and never went around guns again, hiding under his bed at a gunfight, developing a small phobia. He asked his father when he started growing up where his mom was, and if he could go and live with her, but his father couldn’t answer, plus the fact the authorities had no clue Ethan actually existed and his mother was untraceable.
He grew up in this environment, and soon grew accustomed to it. By the age of eleven, he was fully educated on his father’s goings on with the mafia. He started to fear the callous image of his father and stayed out of his way, for he was far from the father figure most were. He kept himself to himself all the while he went to the run down public school, where fires were started and teachers were fought. There was no security, and most of the kids either carried some weapon or ran out of school half way through.
By the age of seventeen, his father took an interest in him as someone useful. At first he doubted this, but Ethan had no choice but to learn from his father and his cronies. He was forced to defend himself in a fight, and learnt varying degrees of fighting styles from a few gang members. He discovered his powers in a fight, but only a small fluke he thought it was. Only later on, he began giving people odd and frequent static shocks, and at one point when he was seventeen, travelled briefly through a telephone cable, not remembering travelling through it at all.
He told no one, only practicing his powers, then confronting his father about them. It turned out his father didn’t really care about his new found powers, simply brushing them aside as if his son had told him he had grown an inch taller. Slightly taken a back that his powers were irrelevant, Ethan still practiced until he had complete control over them, often pushing himself to conquer new things with them.
He moved out a twenty two, finding an apartment in the Big Apple and avoiding his father’s area completely, who was growing older and greyer. He wanted Ethan to carry on what he did, but refusing the deal, Ethan only got into the gambling part his father did. Using his quick abilities and training them to count cards, whenever he dealt them, he chose to lose and win however the cards came out by counting them whilst he shuffled them, anything confusing to a human.
Ethan was sometimes found out, but his powers could get his way out of fights. Carrying on this way, and earning his keep, and after a few months time, Ethan set out to find his father in the area where he grew up. His house had been raided, broken into. Turns out it had been like that for a number of weeks. After an unfortunate turn of events, his father had been shot unexpectedly in a street fight, and his house had been broken into. There was nothing in his room, so that was tagged and by the rubbish; people had been living in it. Disgusted and hurt, Ethan left.
After deciding to drink his feelings away, he found someone in a club. And this wasn’t any someone; this was Samora Sandson, an extremely unique mutant who he had become strong acquaintances with a few years ago. Meeting her, they recognized each other, and they shared histories over a good few drinks. He learnt that things had changed greatly between both of their lives from those years ago, and they also shared more about their powers and experiences, Vincent Vige being brought up, a name he had heard a while ago, familiar. Samora explained about an organization, the Destined, and what they did. Interested, Ethan found out more, and after waiting, he joined.
Role Playing Sample: Ethan looked over at the table, at the woman sitting opposite him. Then, he scanned the others sitting at the table. They were a range of people. He leaned forward for the pack of cards sitting on the table, ready to deal them. A white glove came down and picked up the pack. "No need sir.” Ethan frowned as the assistant started dealing the cards. This couldn't work. The muscles in his arm tensed and he placed a finger on the table, a spark of electricity running through it and hitting the man. He stiffened, dropped the cards and fell. The cards fluttered and landed everywhere, until someone came to collect the man and placed another deck on the table. The eyes were on him. “I’ll deal.”
Picking up the cards, he began shuffling, counting. Two rounds winning, one round losing. He made and changed patterns of numbers counting until he stopped, dead, and halved the cards, counting that sum, before shuffling them all once again. All this would be overwhelming for the normal human, but by all the electricity charging everything, he drew it in, powering his mind. The others around the table watched him, sure he wouldn’t cheat. At by the speed he was shuffling the cards; it seemed sure that he wasn’t.
Once more counting them, he handed the cards to the woman opposite him. She had chocolate hair, curled over one shoulder, and dark makeup, not counting her blood red mouth. Taking the cards, she looked to the person next to her, an older man in a suit, before pushing the cards toward him, nodding, then looking back at Ethan, who knew what exactly she would do. As the suited man dealt the cards and placed the rest in the centre of the table. By counting, he knew who would pick up a card.
By the end of the game, Ethan had earned a large sum of money. Leaving the casino at the end, out of the corner of his eye, the woman followed soon after. Getting to his car, he pulled the keys from his pocket, but let his arm drop. He turned, and met the eyes of the woman. "Aren't you quite the lucky little man..." She purred, walking forward slowly and meeting eyes with him. Unaffected, Ethan stayed straight. "Apparently." Her eyes narrowed and her lashes obscured her eyes. She stepped back and glared. "I know you've got a little trick up your sleeve..." She snapped her fingers. "And I'm going to get it out of you." She hissed, before met by two oversized thugs.
Putting his keys away, Ethan didn’t even want to note how cliche it was. As the thugs leapt to jump on him, he ducked, assessing the situation in a matter of moments. One thug, wearing a watch, it would attract electricity, toward the other’s piercing. He sprang up, and pushed forward with his palm which hit one of the men’s stomach, releasing electricity. He twitched, stiffened and fell. The electricity used to stop the first thug Ethan concentrated on, and passed on to the other’s ear ring, striking it and electrocuting the second thug. Ethan straightened up and looked the woman in the eye who stared straight back, raged. Her hand slipped inside her fur coat, and whipped out a gun, holding it up to him.
Instantly, a moment after, Ethan held up his own gun. "Touché..."She growled through her scarlet tinted lips. Ethan shrugged. "No, just you're predictable." It had been raining. There was a puddle in the space between them. It would attract his powers and he would spring it off of that, onto her. His free hand tensed and he released electricity, the water attracting it. He moved it from that and it shocked her hand, her fingers opening up and prising off of the gun, it hitting the pavement. Her lips parted. Putting his gun away, he turned and unlocked his car, not looking back. There wasn’t much she could do. Scrabble for the gun at least? Getting in his car, his hands met the wheel and he pulled off, the car’s tyres moving smoothly and almost soundlessly through the night. That as another instance, where he was almost found out. He didn’t want that happening again. Not for a while, at least.
X-Men; Brotherhood; Neutral: Destined
Code Name: Volt
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Powers/Special Abilities: Ethan has the ability to generate, control and manipulate electricity. This can be used in a number of ways, some allowing himself to travel through telephone wires or cables. Sometimes, using the energy from electricity, Ethan can allow his mind to work at an extremely high rate, assessing, or calculating in a matter of seconds. Due to his body adapting to his powers, Ethan can almost run himself on his powers, taking the electrical currents from appliances around him, or using static electricity to ‘charge’ himself if you will. He is able to use his powers on other bodies, and amplifying the static shock to the point it can stun or hurt a being. All of the time, currents of electricity run through his muscles, and sometimes coming into contact with others can cause minor shocks.
Appearance: Standing at almost six feet, Ethan has apparent muscles, from a number of street scuffles and relentless training. He has chiselled features and striking brown eyes. His hair is a dirty blond, almost brown. His attire normally consists of what any normal man in his twenties, a shirt and a pair of jeans, reaching some brand or other of trainers or a pair of casual shoes. Sometimes, Ethan would wear more formal, for attending his business. He has apparent muscles, from working out and benching, which provides him an apparent amount of strength to go with it.
Personality: Ethan isn’t the kind of man to beat around the bush when it comes to telling someone the truth, and he has no thought for sparing ones feelings. Coming out very blunt with people he doesn’t know so well, he can easily offend or hurt a person’s feelings. On the other hand, toward those who gain his friendship and he makes any type of strong bond with, Ethan can develop a soft spot for those few people, even though sometimes he cannot stand the personality of whomever. At games, he can take on a suave and smooth talking way of personality, mostly when it comes to women. Slick when it comes to the first stages of a fight, but when the chips are down on his side, Ethan can become ruthless and enraged, fulfilling his more callous attitude. Some may say his personality is split, but he more refers it as to being reserved.
Hobbies: Ethan gambles high amounts of money at poker, 21, and other games. He has uncanny ‘luck’. At other times, he works out and benches at a gym.
Weapons/Equipment/Skills: On most days, for protection, Ethan carries with him a small gun.
History: Ethan was born to an under aged mother who was mainly with his father for gold digging, and a father who had close criminal ties with a number of other criminals who, paid enough, disposed of any who his father didn’t want around. This happened often around the area Ethan grew up in; there were many knife fights in the back alleys. So much, his mother packed up and left with a high amount of money, leaving a one year old Ethan with his father.
Growing up was difficult. His father, when Ethan could only just walk, started teaching him all about mobs, gangs, knife fights and gun fights. Of course, Ethan was too young to take all of this in, and spent most of his time with an old woman, who smelt like cat and looked as if she were off the street to take care of him whenever his father conducted his business.
When he was five, Ethan fell across a number of weapons in the cellar, and almost shot himself with one of the guns. His father didn’t scold him, only taught him to hold it and shoot with it. Scared of out his wits, Ethan didn’t care, and never went around guns again, hiding under his bed at a gunfight, developing a small phobia. He asked his father when he started growing up where his mom was, and if he could go and live with her, but his father couldn’t answer, plus the fact the authorities had no clue Ethan actually existed and his mother was untraceable.
He grew up in this environment, and soon grew accustomed to it. By the age of eleven, he was fully educated on his father’s goings on with the mafia. He started to fear the callous image of his father and stayed out of his way, for he was far from the father figure most were. He kept himself to himself all the while he went to the run down public school, where fires were started and teachers were fought. There was no security, and most of the kids either carried some weapon or ran out of school half way through.
By the age of seventeen, his father took an interest in him as someone useful. At first he doubted this, but Ethan had no choice but to learn from his father and his cronies. He was forced to defend himself in a fight, and learnt varying degrees of fighting styles from a few gang members. He discovered his powers in a fight, but only a small fluke he thought it was. Only later on, he began giving people odd and frequent static shocks, and at one point when he was seventeen, travelled briefly through a telephone cable, not remembering travelling through it at all.
He told no one, only practicing his powers, then confronting his father about them. It turned out his father didn’t really care about his new found powers, simply brushing them aside as if his son had told him he had grown an inch taller. Slightly taken a back that his powers were irrelevant, Ethan still practiced until he had complete control over them, often pushing himself to conquer new things with them.
He moved out a twenty two, finding an apartment in the Big Apple and avoiding his father’s area completely, who was growing older and greyer. He wanted Ethan to carry on what he did, but refusing the deal, Ethan only got into the gambling part his father did. Using his quick abilities and training them to count cards, whenever he dealt them, he chose to lose and win however the cards came out by counting them whilst he shuffled them, anything confusing to a human.
Ethan was sometimes found out, but his powers could get his way out of fights. Carrying on this way, and earning his keep, and after a few months time, Ethan set out to find his father in the area where he grew up. His house had been raided, broken into. Turns out it had been like that for a number of weeks. After an unfortunate turn of events, his father had been shot unexpectedly in a street fight, and his house had been broken into. There was nothing in his room, so that was tagged and by the rubbish; people had been living in it. Disgusted and hurt, Ethan left.
After deciding to drink his feelings away, he found someone in a club. And this wasn’t any someone; this was Samora Sandson, an extremely unique mutant who he had become strong acquaintances with a few years ago. Meeting her, they recognized each other, and they shared histories over a good few drinks. He learnt that things had changed greatly between both of their lives from those years ago, and they also shared more about their powers and experiences, Vincent Vige being brought up, a name he had heard a while ago, familiar. Samora explained about an organization, the Destined, and what they did. Interested, Ethan found out more, and after waiting, he joined.
Role Playing Sample: Ethan looked over at the table, at the woman sitting opposite him. Then, he scanned the others sitting at the table. They were a range of people. He leaned forward for the pack of cards sitting on the table, ready to deal them. A white glove came down and picked up the pack. "No need sir.” Ethan frowned as the assistant started dealing the cards. This couldn't work. The muscles in his arm tensed and he placed a finger on the table, a spark of electricity running through it and hitting the man. He stiffened, dropped the cards and fell. The cards fluttered and landed everywhere, until someone came to collect the man and placed another deck on the table. The eyes were on him. “I’ll deal.”
Picking up the cards, he began shuffling, counting. Two rounds winning, one round losing. He made and changed patterns of numbers counting until he stopped, dead, and halved the cards, counting that sum, before shuffling them all once again. All this would be overwhelming for the normal human, but by all the electricity charging everything, he drew it in, powering his mind. The others around the table watched him, sure he wouldn’t cheat. At by the speed he was shuffling the cards; it seemed sure that he wasn’t.
Once more counting them, he handed the cards to the woman opposite him. She had chocolate hair, curled over one shoulder, and dark makeup, not counting her blood red mouth. Taking the cards, she looked to the person next to her, an older man in a suit, before pushing the cards toward him, nodding, then looking back at Ethan, who knew what exactly she would do. As the suited man dealt the cards and placed the rest in the centre of the table. By counting, he knew who would pick up a card.
By the end of the game, Ethan had earned a large sum of money. Leaving the casino at the end, out of the corner of his eye, the woman followed soon after. Getting to his car, he pulled the keys from his pocket, but let his arm drop. He turned, and met the eyes of the woman. "Aren't you quite the lucky little man..." She purred, walking forward slowly and meeting eyes with him. Unaffected, Ethan stayed straight. "Apparently." Her eyes narrowed and her lashes obscured her eyes. She stepped back and glared. "I know you've got a little trick up your sleeve..." She snapped her fingers. "And I'm going to get it out of you." She hissed, before met by two oversized thugs.
Putting his keys away, Ethan didn’t even want to note how cliche it was. As the thugs leapt to jump on him, he ducked, assessing the situation in a matter of moments. One thug, wearing a watch, it would attract electricity, toward the other’s piercing. He sprang up, and pushed forward with his palm which hit one of the men’s stomach, releasing electricity. He twitched, stiffened and fell. The electricity used to stop the first thug Ethan concentrated on, and passed on to the other’s ear ring, striking it and electrocuting the second thug. Ethan straightened up and looked the woman in the eye who stared straight back, raged. Her hand slipped inside her fur coat, and whipped out a gun, holding it up to him.
Instantly, a moment after, Ethan held up his own gun. "Touché..."She growled through her scarlet tinted lips. Ethan shrugged. "No, just you're predictable." It had been raining. There was a puddle in the space between them. It would attract his powers and he would spring it off of that, onto her. His free hand tensed and he released electricity, the water attracting it. He moved it from that and it shocked her hand, her fingers opening up and prising off of the gun, it hitting the pavement. Her lips parted. Putting his gun away, he turned and unlocked his car, not looking back. There wasn’t much she could do. Scrabble for the gun at least? Getting in his car, his hands met the wheel and he pulled off, the car’s tyres moving smoothly and almost soundlessly through the night. That as another instance, where he was almost found out. He didn’t want that happening again. Not for a while, at least.
X-Men; Brotherhood; Neutral: Destined
