Post by Pyro. on May 14, 2006 11:15:30 GMT
Character Basics:
Name: Johnathan Allardyce.
Nickname(s): Firebug, Charmander (Don't ask), Johnny (Oh, how I hate that nickname), Flamer, Blazer, and.. Sparky.
Alias: Pyro.
Age: 21. ( At time of X3. )
Sex: Male.
Allegiance: Brotherhood of Evil Mutants.
Powers: Pyrokinesis - the psionic ability to manipulate flame by shaping it as he desires, increasing or decreasing its heat, intensity, and size. He cannot actually create fire himself, however, and consequently carries a small butane lighter with him at all times. He can psionically manipulate the flame to do whatever he desires, and sometimes induces it to take semi-solid form as an animate flame being (these creations, though capable of movement and of grasping or carrying solid objects, are not alive and do not think or act on their own). The degree of Pyro's concentration necessary to manipulate a flame being is directly proportional to the being's size, power, and flame.
Status: Marvel canon.
Occupation: Brotherhood constituent.
Appearance:[/i]
Avatar: Aaron Stanford.
Height: 5'6".
Weight: 135 lbs.
Hair Colour: Auburn with blond highlights.
Eye Colour: Brown.
Psychological Profile:
Personality: Pyro often comes off as introvert, however, that rarely is the case. Brash, arrogant, and more than hot-headed enough to compensate for the very flames he harnesses, this mutant is very pinnacle of what you would not need to run into. To him, no one is worth much more than the fuel which fans his fire. He, however, isn't always such as this. There are many times that he will remain to himself, reading or writing - merely trapped in the past. After all, he has a life he left behind. That life meant everything to him, until they turned on him. His best friend left him behind for a girl, and that girl shunned him quicker than one should ever feel. For that, he is not afraid to confront these haunts; it's the past that he must defeat if he wishes to pursue the future.
History: A normal child, a normal life; John Allardyce had been born to two proud parents by the name of Nina and William Allardyce. He had spent his earlier years merely enjoying the fruits of childhood, such as: Little League, T-Ball, and even cartoons aimed at younger children such as 'Captain Planet' and 'Transformers.' But all of that changed when he turned Twelve. Puberty began, and his parents expected a normal young man to blossom from it. However, they were shocked to come home one night and see more than half of the house consumed in flames. An accident for any child to suffer from, correct? Incorrect.
The night started young for Allardyce, he having made his way from the couch to snag a cup of Hot Cocoa - even in the blistering heat, he hated cold beverages. After stubbing his toe on the leg of a chair on the way to the counter, he stifled an obscenity and something worse happened: a lit candle's flame exploded. It caught several things within the kitchen on fire, including the drapes and whatever stray cloth had been lain out for cleaning and scrubbing. John had no clue what had happened, so he fled from the household and ran to his neighbour's home as to have them call the Fire Department.
It had already been four hours since the incident occured, but the on-call workers were still there - some for the reason to disperse what flames may have traveled and some to fan out the immense clouds of smoke that carried across the rich neighbourhood and canvased a, what usually is beautiful, scenic route. His parents had finally returned from their, once splendid night, to find their home burned to the ground. What happened, John?, I thought we could trust you, son. Those statements stung the poor boy, and in that; sparks erupted into more flames much to everyone's surprise.
All continued on somewhat normal after that, several months later they having rebuilt their home and living as normal as they could after such an incident. But for John, nothing was normal. Stress had ate at his mother, she commited suicide after her mother died and soon immediately did her father. He found her strung up from the bathroom's rack, hanging with a note pinned to her shirt which read Take care of yourself, baby. I love you. Those thoughts plagued him for quite sometime that day, before yet another fire raged that had sparked from his father's lit cigarette. It scarred his father's face, and burned their home to the ground once more. He bothered not to rebuild, instead they moved into a ragged apartment inside Salem Center. He had relatives there, and.. unlucky for John, he had alcohol there.
At the age of Sixteen, John had suffered several years of physical abuse. Ever since his mother when John was going on Thirteen-years-old. It had become tiring, John told him straight to his face: I can't take this. If you want someone to f**k with, find a new woman. I'm outta' here. With that, he packed his bags and left. Out on his own, he had more time to himself; to discover what had been happening in his life. At first, he picked up smoking. Cigarettes had become trademark since his old man started the trade, but that failed miserably. That had to be due to the fact he burnt down a small park within Salem Center's town square. Such powers awoke Professor Xavier's own conscience, and alerted him to the boy's whereabouts. With Cerebro, he tracked the young boy.
Several attempts came therafter, first Jean Gray and Ororo Munroe; Scott Summers and Charles Xavier; then... Xavier sent Logan with a young boy that had the polar opposite of Pyro's abilities: Robert Drake, codenamed 'Iceman.' They became fast friends, somewhat forced because they were relatory in a sense; yet complete opposites in any other. Simple to say, the friendship was a rivalry in the making and came to full blow after they had become attached friends. Iceman even awarded him with his signature lighter, the Landshark.
Then came a young female named 'Rogue' whom struck Bobby's fancy. John, sensing this, thought to show off a bit himself. He formed a ball of flames, balancing it in his hand before Bobby froze it into a solid sphere. Then came his own finalé, creating an ice rose for the girl. From there, John knew it was downhill. All he could do is play 'make nice' with the girl, and watch as his best friend was stolen away by some mediocre woman. Unfortunately, it had escalated from there - everyone assumed that John cared for Rogue, in a manner much more than 'friendship,' when it was much more the opposite. He hated her, but for Bobby's sake he acted otherwise.
Skipping forward, this became more evident once the school fell under attack. Bobby, not very worried for his own best friend, lead them into the snakepit to find Rogue. This enraged John that much more; it had become clear to him that he had been replaced. And why? He had no clue, they couldn't even touch one another. John could only assume that's why, because they couldn't touch. He knew they had more that way, or atleast he could assume. That trinket, however, is all he had to remind himself of the friendship he once had: Foosball, Football; long nights talking about becoming one of the X-Men. All thrown away for a female.
Bobby's house was even more eventful. John realized how different they really were, Bobby being raised in a perfect suburn household; John being tormented with a past that no child really deserved. A mother that hung herself, an alcoholic, abusive father; now he was living in a 'prepatory school' to say the least, where they held his true abilities back. For that, he would show them all. Mutants were in grave danger, and all Charles Xavier wanted to do was make friends. What trash. Meeting his family, he found out why Bobby was such a fool most of the time; his parents were more closed-in than he was. Fearful of `mutant problems`, and even suggesting that he try and `not be a mutant` all seemed 'f**kin' stupid.'
His brother, Ronnie, however called the local authorities and alerted them to a hostage situation, involving mutant captors. While the others were prepared to lie down for this, he wasn't. Wolverine had been shot in the cranium for nothing; that enraged the young man to the point that he issued the line which is famous to this point in time: `You know all those dangerous mutants you hear about on the news? I'm the worst one.` Following this, he issued his own doctorate of war, by attempting to murder the entire Task Force before him and engulf them all in the flames of his own rage; however, that was ended once the one woman he hated touched him and momentary halted his abilities to cease his actions.
This made it worse for him, and they soon were attacked by an Air Squadron, whom managed to strike them once in the roof. In a swerving motion, they drove for the ground; that is until they were rescued by the man that Pyro would serve for in the future: Magneto. The others shared what information they knew of the current mutant elimination predicament, whilst Iceman and Rogue attempted to kindle a flame outside of their tents. Much to their chagrin, John merely watched in amusement. He had no reason to help them, they ignored or chastized him any other time. For that, he merely rested and amused himself with the images of them trying.. until he deemed it fit to help them.
Following a night's rest, in which he had spent time conversing with Logan, they were off to Alkalai Lake. In that time, he engaged talk with Erik Lensherr (Magneto) and demonstrated his own mutant gifts; earning a rightful compliment from the Master of Magnetism: `You are a god amongst insects, never let anyone tell you different.` From there, it became obvious to John: he belonged with this man. Serving this man whom could teach him to harness the abilities he had been birthed with.
Alkalai Lake was another story, however, in which they forced the three `children` to wait it out inside the X-Jet. It became ridiculous after the fourth hour, John's time spent only snapping and flipping the lid of his Landshark Zippo open and closed. `That's it. I'm goin' in. I can't take anymore of this kid's table nuts.` Time spent, he searched around for the entrance, yet found nothing more than a parked helicopter. It was freezing outside, but he made due; perched and prepared to attack any unsightful faces he may had seen attempting to load themselves into the aircraft and escape.
`Dark Cerebro` as it had been called was activated by this time, Xavier's mind manipulated to concentrate hard enough that he would kill all mutants across the known world. John, being this close, had been affected rather harshly; collapsed in the snow and clutching his cranium in attempt to alleviate the pain. After having been freed from the pain, he rose from the snow and looked around in astonishment - then scrambling to retrieve his favoured lighter. By this time, he saw... Him. Magneto and Mystique had finished their mission, and set out to return to Genosha's Brotherhood manor. Erik, accepting John as his own, allowed him to return with them.
Arrival at Genosha, John seen much beauty. Much more than he had seen in New York. In his previous homesteads. Lush fields; breath-taking homes - but there also was a bad side. Magneto said to keep these `barren wastelands` as a testament to Humanity's destruction of its own environment. John drunk this in, he added to his own steady concentration; it became the acknowledgement of his own fight for Mutant-kind. Bobby would never know it, nor would John ever show it, but this all.. had been to protect all that John had left in this world: His once best friend.
(I not only personally wrote this, but also created -most- of the history on my own - any use of it outside of this forum is strictly prohibited without my consent ~ Thank you.)
Sample RolePlay:
His hand hovered the flame, delicately tracing it - cradling it as if it were a child; his child. In return, it seemed, the child began to grow in size; its diameter by now having reached the size of a soft ball.
"Excellent. Continue, Pyro. I wish to see you master this, achieve the fullest depth of your potential."
Those words rung in his head, the man that had rescued him: Magneto. He not only rescued him, but with the aid of Sunpyre - he had been teaching him to truly harness his abilities. "How's this?"
The flame had become much larger, now the diameter of an inflated beach ball, hovering freely above his white palm. He had not been able to stifle his smile, and inwardly Sunpyre returned the favour; however, outwardly she felt no need to.
"Why are you proud of yourself? This is nothing compared to what you're able to do. It was all over the news, wasn't it, Firebug? You destroyed that entire Police squad on your own."
"Well, yeah. But that was different. I mean... I had lost my control, then." Lost? I never had it. I can't let her know that, though. They can't think they have the upperhand, or I'm screwed. Using his mind, he returned to the open flame and continued to nurture it, merely returning to his silence as to listen.
"You're being foolish. There was control. I seen it. I see it now. Quit your whining, release your powers. I want to see what I seen then."
John threw his hand up, the flame quickly extinguishing thereafter from his lost control. He suddenly felt as if he were back at Xavier's, receiving the same ol' spiel. 'Control is the key, John.' Yeah, yeah. That's pretty obvious, Professor.
"Stop day-dreaming, and get back to work. You can rest later."
"K'ch. That's it. I quit. I'm outta' here for the day." Snapping his lighter open and closed, he turned to walk out of the training simulator for now - his teacher, Sunpyre, left behind for now. "Tell Mags that I'm taking the day off."
(I'm sorry if it's too short. If so, I'll add on.)
Player Contacts:
Name: Jonathan. (Yes, that's my real name.)
e-mail: John_Allardyce@hotmail.com.
Messengers:
MSN: John_Allardyce@hotmail.com.
Y!M: John_Allardyce.
RolePlay Experience: Going on six years. (If you wish for me to be exact: Five years, ten months, and seventeen days.)
Name: Johnathan Allardyce.
Nickname(s): Firebug, Charmander (Don't ask), Johnny (Oh, how I hate that nickname), Flamer, Blazer, and.. Sparky.
Alias: Pyro.
Age: 21. ( At time of X3. )
Sex: Male.
Allegiance: Brotherhood of Evil Mutants.
Powers: Pyrokinesis - the psionic ability to manipulate flame by shaping it as he desires, increasing or decreasing its heat, intensity, and size. He cannot actually create fire himself, however, and consequently carries a small butane lighter with him at all times. He can psionically manipulate the flame to do whatever he desires, and sometimes induces it to take semi-solid form as an animate flame being (these creations, though capable of movement and of grasping or carrying solid objects, are not alive and do not think or act on their own). The degree of Pyro's concentration necessary to manipulate a flame being is directly proportional to the being's size, power, and flame.
Status: Marvel canon.
Occupation: Brotherhood constituent.
Appearance:[/i]
Avatar: Aaron Stanford.
Height: 5'6".
Weight: 135 lbs.
Hair Colour: Auburn with blond highlights.
Eye Colour: Brown.
Psychological Profile:
Personality: Pyro often comes off as introvert, however, that rarely is the case. Brash, arrogant, and more than hot-headed enough to compensate for the very flames he harnesses, this mutant is very pinnacle of what you would not need to run into. To him, no one is worth much more than the fuel which fans his fire. He, however, isn't always such as this. There are many times that he will remain to himself, reading or writing - merely trapped in the past. After all, he has a life he left behind. That life meant everything to him, until they turned on him. His best friend left him behind for a girl, and that girl shunned him quicker than one should ever feel. For that, he is not afraid to confront these haunts; it's the past that he must defeat if he wishes to pursue the future.
History: A normal child, a normal life; John Allardyce had been born to two proud parents by the name of Nina and William Allardyce. He had spent his earlier years merely enjoying the fruits of childhood, such as: Little League, T-Ball, and even cartoons aimed at younger children such as 'Captain Planet' and 'Transformers.' But all of that changed when he turned Twelve. Puberty began, and his parents expected a normal young man to blossom from it. However, they were shocked to come home one night and see more than half of the house consumed in flames. An accident for any child to suffer from, correct? Incorrect.
The night started young for Allardyce, he having made his way from the couch to snag a cup of Hot Cocoa - even in the blistering heat, he hated cold beverages. After stubbing his toe on the leg of a chair on the way to the counter, he stifled an obscenity and something worse happened: a lit candle's flame exploded. It caught several things within the kitchen on fire, including the drapes and whatever stray cloth had been lain out for cleaning and scrubbing. John had no clue what had happened, so he fled from the household and ran to his neighbour's home as to have them call the Fire Department.
It had already been four hours since the incident occured, but the on-call workers were still there - some for the reason to disperse what flames may have traveled and some to fan out the immense clouds of smoke that carried across the rich neighbourhood and canvased a, what usually is beautiful, scenic route. His parents had finally returned from their, once splendid night, to find their home burned to the ground. What happened, John?, I thought we could trust you, son. Those statements stung the poor boy, and in that; sparks erupted into more flames much to everyone's surprise.
All continued on somewhat normal after that, several months later they having rebuilt their home and living as normal as they could after such an incident. But for John, nothing was normal. Stress had ate at his mother, she commited suicide after her mother died and soon immediately did her father. He found her strung up from the bathroom's rack, hanging with a note pinned to her shirt which read Take care of yourself, baby. I love you. Those thoughts plagued him for quite sometime that day, before yet another fire raged that had sparked from his father's lit cigarette. It scarred his father's face, and burned their home to the ground once more. He bothered not to rebuild, instead they moved into a ragged apartment inside Salem Center. He had relatives there, and.. unlucky for John, he had alcohol there.
At the age of Sixteen, John had suffered several years of physical abuse. Ever since his mother when John was going on Thirteen-years-old. It had become tiring, John told him straight to his face: I can't take this. If you want someone to f**k with, find a new woman. I'm outta' here. With that, he packed his bags and left. Out on his own, he had more time to himself; to discover what had been happening in his life. At first, he picked up smoking. Cigarettes had become trademark since his old man started the trade, but that failed miserably. That had to be due to the fact he burnt down a small park within Salem Center's town square. Such powers awoke Professor Xavier's own conscience, and alerted him to the boy's whereabouts. With Cerebro, he tracked the young boy.
Several attempts came therafter, first Jean Gray and Ororo Munroe; Scott Summers and Charles Xavier; then... Xavier sent Logan with a young boy that had the polar opposite of Pyro's abilities: Robert Drake, codenamed 'Iceman.' They became fast friends, somewhat forced because they were relatory in a sense; yet complete opposites in any other. Simple to say, the friendship was a rivalry in the making and came to full blow after they had become attached friends. Iceman even awarded him with his signature lighter, the Landshark.
Then came a young female named 'Rogue' whom struck Bobby's fancy. John, sensing this, thought to show off a bit himself. He formed a ball of flames, balancing it in his hand before Bobby froze it into a solid sphere. Then came his own finalé, creating an ice rose for the girl. From there, John knew it was downhill. All he could do is play 'make nice' with the girl, and watch as his best friend was stolen away by some mediocre woman. Unfortunately, it had escalated from there - everyone assumed that John cared for Rogue, in a manner much more than 'friendship,' when it was much more the opposite. He hated her, but for Bobby's sake he acted otherwise.
Skipping forward, this became more evident once the school fell under attack. Bobby, not very worried for his own best friend, lead them into the snakepit to find Rogue. This enraged John that much more; it had become clear to him that he had been replaced. And why? He had no clue, they couldn't even touch one another. John could only assume that's why, because they couldn't touch. He knew they had more that way, or atleast he could assume. That trinket, however, is all he had to remind himself of the friendship he once had: Foosball, Football; long nights talking about becoming one of the X-Men. All thrown away for a female.
Bobby's house was even more eventful. John realized how different they really were, Bobby being raised in a perfect suburn household; John being tormented with a past that no child really deserved. A mother that hung herself, an alcoholic, abusive father; now he was living in a 'prepatory school' to say the least, where they held his true abilities back. For that, he would show them all. Mutants were in grave danger, and all Charles Xavier wanted to do was make friends. What trash. Meeting his family, he found out why Bobby was such a fool most of the time; his parents were more closed-in than he was. Fearful of `mutant problems`, and even suggesting that he try and `not be a mutant` all seemed 'f**kin' stupid.'
His brother, Ronnie, however called the local authorities and alerted them to a hostage situation, involving mutant captors. While the others were prepared to lie down for this, he wasn't. Wolverine had been shot in the cranium for nothing; that enraged the young man to the point that he issued the line which is famous to this point in time: `You know all those dangerous mutants you hear about on the news? I'm the worst one.` Following this, he issued his own doctorate of war, by attempting to murder the entire Task Force before him and engulf them all in the flames of his own rage; however, that was ended once the one woman he hated touched him and momentary halted his abilities to cease his actions.
This made it worse for him, and they soon were attacked by an Air Squadron, whom managed to strike them once in the roof. In a swerving motion, they drove for the ground; that is until they were rescued by the man that Pyro would serve for in the future: Magneto. The others shared what information they knew of the current mutant elimination predicament, whilst Iceman and Rogue attempted to kindle a flame outside of their tents. Much to their chagrin, John merely watched in amusement. He had no reason to help them, they ignored or chastized him any other time. For that, he merely rested and amused himself with the images of them trying.. until he deemed it fit to help them.
Following a night's rest, in which he had spent time conversing with Logan, they were off to Alkalai Lake. In that time, he engaged talk with Erik Lensherr (Magneto) and demonstrated his own mutant gifts; earning a rightful compliment from the Master of Magnetism: `You are a god amongst insects, never let anyone tell you different.` From there, it became obvious to John: he belonged with this man. Serving this man whom could teach him to harness the abilities he had been birthed with.
Alkalai Lake was another story, however, in which they forced the three `children` to wait it out inside the X-Jet. It became ridiculous after the fourth hour, John's time spent only snapping and flipping the lid of his Landshark Zippo open and closed. `That's it. I'm goin' in. I can't take anymore of this kid's table nuts.` Time spent, he searched around for the entrance, yet found nothing more than a parked helicopter. It was freezing outside, but he made due; perched and prepared to attack any unsightful faces he may had seen attempting to load themselves into the aircraft and escape.
`Dark Cerebro` as it had been called was activated by this time, Xavier's mind manipulated to concentrate hard enough that he would kill all mutants across the known world. John, being this close, had been affected rather harshly; collapsed in the snow and clutching his cranium in attempt to alleviate the pain. After having been freed from the pain, he rose from the snow and looked around in astonishment - then scrambling to retrieve his favoured lighter. By this time, he saw... Him. Magneto and Mystique had finished their mission, and set out to return to Genosha's Brotherhood manor. Erik, accepting John as his own, allowed him to return with them.
Arrival at Genosha, John seen much beauty. Much more than he had seen in New York. In his previous homesteads. Lush fields; breath-taking homes - but there also was a bad side. Magneto said to keep these `barren wastelands` as a testament to Humanity's destruction of its own environment. John drunk this in, he added to his own steady concentration; it became the acknowledgement of his own fight for Mutant-kind. Bobby would never know it, nor would John ever show it, but this all.. had been to protect all that John had left in this world: His once best friend.
(I not only personally wrote this, but also created -most- of the history on my own - any use of it outside of this forum is strictly prohibited without my consent ~ Thank you.)
Sample RolePlay:
His hand hovered the flame, delicately tracing it - cradling it as if it were a child; his child. In return, it seemed, the child began to grow in size; its diameter by now having reached the size of a soft ball.
"Excellent. Continue, Pyro. I wish to see you master this, achieve the fullest depth of your potential."
Those words rung in his head, the man that had rescued him: Magneto. He not only rescued him, but with the aid of Sunpyre - he had been teaching him to truly harness his abilities. "How's this?"
The flame had become much larger, now the diameter of an inflated beach ball, hovering freely above his white palm. He had not been able to stifle his smile, and inwardly Sunpyre returned the favour; however, outwardly she felt no need to.
"Why are you proud of yourself? This is nothing compared to what you're able to do. It was all over the news, wasn't it, Firebug? You destroyed that entire Police squad on your own."
"Well, yeah. But that was different. I mean... I had lost my control, then." Lost? I never had it. I can't let her know that, though. They can't think they have the upperhand, or I'm screwed. Using his mind, he returned to the open flame and continued to nurture it, merely returning to his silence as to listen.
"You're being foolish. There was control. I seen it. I see it now. Quit your whining, release your powers. I want to see what I seen then."
John threw his hand up, the flame quickly extinguishing thereafter from his lost control. He suddenly felt as if he were back at Xavier's, receiving the same ol' spiel. 'Control is the key, John.' Yeah, yeah. That's pretty obvious, Professor.
"Stop day-dreaming, and get back to work. You can rest later."
"K'ch. That's it. I quit. I'm outta' here for the day." Snapping his lighter open and closed, he turned to walk out of the training simulator for now - his teacher, Sunpyre, left behind for now. "Tell Mags that I'm taking the day off."
(I'm sorry if it's too short. If so, I'll add on.)
Player Contacts:
Name: Jonathan. (Yes, that's my real name.)
e-mail: John_Allardyce@hotmail.com.
Messengers:
MSN: John_Allardyce@hotmail.com.
Y!M: John_Allardyce.
RolePlay Experience: Going on six years. (If you wish for me to be exact: Five years, ten months, and seventeen days.)
