Post by Andrey Beckman on Jul 18, 2013 17:17:41 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, border: 10px solid #f1e3b4; width: 450px; background-color: #f6f7f1;] PERMANENT RECORD  NAME: Andrey Davis Beckmen AGE: 18 GENDER: Male HEIGHT: 6'2” AFFILIATION: Second year Student FACE CLAIM: Kuzuma Mikura from Air Gear DESCRIPTION AND PERSONALITY: Andrey is an average height, with dirty blonde hair, and pale blue eyes. He in great shape for his age, and at a balanced body weight and muscle tone for your average healthy teen. When at home he prefers shorts and loose fitting t-shirts.His body is not so used to the mildly colder and less tropical climate of Salem, so while at the school he has found that he prefers a warmer style and wears an assortment of hoodies and dark blue jean. One trade mark feature is his white beanie, as a gift from his father he wears it everywhere. For foot wear, he has grown used to his runners, preferring a good pair of broken in, well gripping shoes. Even though on those relaxing days its nice to break out the flip flops or go bear foot. Andrey is a very mild mannered individual, respectful to others and very much a positive guy. Many of his friends back home nick named him 'Laule'a' meaning peaceful and happy, a title that he honors and has since chosen as life moto. The other side to his optimism is a strong driving force to be an active part of his community and now, his school. He is a motivated individual and would never turn down a request for assistance even if it keeps him forever on his toes. When he does get down time, Andrey has always loved to spend it in the water, he is a strong swimmer and despite some of the risks posed by the ocean, he spends countless hours wet embrace of the necessary resource. Andrey will give anyone the benefit of the doubt, which can often get him in trouble as he can be a bit gullible at first. The flip side to this is if you do break his trust, it is hard to regain. Andrey is a smart kid, and knows not to be fooled twice. He holds friends and family with the highest respect, and likes nothing more then to be surrounded by others. He does well in crowds but has little drive to be the center of attention, some times becoming shy in the lime light. Andrey has a strong moral compass, and will stick to his ethics defiantly. Also, when this man is passionate about something, it would take mountains to pull him from it. Goal oriented and determined he is a stronger person, mentally and physically, then most mistake him for. Among many weaknesses, Andrey does have a list of fears. Loosing friends and family is a big one. He has never yet lost anyone very close to him, so the thought of it happening haunts him. With a growing list of friends in a dangerous position as mutants, this is a growing concern.Being able to heal does not help either as he knows it will be hard not to wish he was there to stop it. Also he can some times get lost in his studies and goals to the point where he may shut out those around him when he is 'in the zone'. Andrey dislikes suffering, and often second guesses weather or not his powers should be used to their full potential. He is always afraid of some day having to choose between two people, and make the call on which life does not deserve to be saved. Even with criminals, he had always believed everyone deserves to live, even if its in prison its life. He makes a good leader, but when it comes down to the big calls he can become suddenly indecisive, and fears making a choice that will adversely affect others. Andrey is also working on a fear of heights he has had since he was was a child. Lastly, being a Homosexual teen, he is both against most any type of racism, slander, and is cautious of stereotyping. In many instances he is more worried about others finding out he is gay, than he is them discovering he is a mutant. HISTORY Andrey had a simple and content life on his island home in Hawaii. His parents divorced when he was 12, but it never hit the boy to hard. Andrey took it in strides, and though he had a few days of anger, seeing his parents happier while apart was far greater then watching them slowly tare their marriage apart. Separated by opinion and religion, the two did not leave on bad terms and instead had come to a unanimous decision to go their own ways. Andrey for the most part of his life, lived with his mother. A religious woman with a heart of gold, community involved and a giver by nature. It was no surprise that from her Andrey developed his own nurturing side. He began to volunteer as a life guards aid at the beaches, and lead youth groups down to the coast lines for shell hunting and tidal pool exploration. A strong swimmer, and avid snorkeler, Andrey grew up a strong healthy kid. In fact, at the time his mother thought it a miracle of god that he only ever got sick once in his life, chicken pox when he was 7. Thinking back now, he should have seen it as a sign. When with his father, Andrey was exposed to the opposite side of 'faith'. As a biologist, Andrey's father Daniel was 'far to science for blind faith', in his own words of course. Despite living with his mother, Andrey took to the world of animal studies and chemistry like a fish to the reef. Not that he ever said no to a day of church with his mom, but his heart was stolen by lab books and not the holy book. Still, him and his mother were close, and she began to be more accepting of his choices though she tried often to sway him. When he turned sixteen Andrey was given the chance to prove himself. While his mentor had to run to pick his girlfriend up at the airport, Andrey was left in charge of the beach. Not the most legal of actions, but star struck and feeling confident he accepted. Besides there was only 5 people on the beach, and most were enjoying the sun. The only ones in the water were a young girl, maybe eleven, and her older sister whom he would figure was only just younger than him. Unknown to Andrey however, this proved its own threat. The teen out in the deeper water was alone, and as the future would tell she refused to remove her new anklet, a gift from her boyfriend. The glimmer of light, on thing legs drew in unwanted attention and though it was small, the shark that did catch site took a good bite at the glimmering object. Even to this day, Andrey could not recount what happened in greater detail then panic, screams and utter chaos. The girl was drug up on the beach after kicking her way back to shore. The bite itself, he did recall, was nothing more than a nibble, but the artery it punctured was pulling blood from her body and fast. Andrey remembered people calling for the life guard, swearing furiously, and in the panic Andrey did something that changed his life forever. Calling the shots he elbowed his way towards the girl, using a towel to put pressure on the wound he calmed the panic male that drug her up the shore and hurried him to his phone. Dead, it figured. Andrey's heart pounded as he watched the young woman before him break into tears of fear and pain. He had to do something, he was responsible, and so he did. Like a divine hand, his fingers gave a soft glow. He thought it was the reflection of sun, but slowly the girl began to calm. A puzzled look covering her features as she sat up, panting but no longer reeling in pain. Instructed to lay down, she had refused saying she felt suddenly 'fine'. Andrey pulled the now very red towel back and low and behold the wound was gone. As if by magic, the skin had closed over, and vessel repaired itself. Wiggling her toes there was a silence, until an elderly woman finally spoke what was on all their mind “He healed her..The boy is a healer”. It was never spoken that he might be a mutant, and even his mother upon hearing the word rejoiced that he was blessed by the lord. For a whole day Andrey never left his room, shocked and confused by what had happened. He had no faith but was it possible that he had some divine gift to heal. The next day, everything was explained. Even though the mutant that arrived to explain and enroll him in Jean Grey's School for Higher Learning, almost gave his mother a heart attack. The man's code name was angel, and the idea that a winged man had arrived to take her 'healer' son to a special place to further his gifts had her on her knees in awe. Once properly explained, and though his mother was not to convinced, Andrey was packed up and on his way to develop his new found /Mutant/ ability. A explanation he was glad to have over the pressure place on him by family and a few friends to be some sign from the lord. Andrey is now in his second year and working closely with Professor Hank McKoy to better his understanding and passion for the sciences. He currently helps out beyond the call of classes, and is hoping to become a permanent assistant with the wise, blue and furry, professor. It was the headmaster though that truly captivated him over the first term. Logan was a healer himself, though it would seem a reverse of Andrey's own powers. He was a strong capable person, with a fighting spirit unmatched by anyone he had ever known. Many seemed to find him rude, and a bit to aggressive. For Andrey, it was only an embodiment of bravery, and despite his love for the lab, he often found himself curious about how he could be more active in the field. Andrey has since developed many friendships, though the closest would be his good friend Robyn. A second year like himself, also immersed in the love for studying and a passion for science. The two are frequently seen together, and make a very efficient team of study buddies. Also, the pair have far less drastically aggressive abilities, and take comfort in the fact the two of them have to work that much harder to push forward as a 'strong' mutant. POWERS AND ABILITIES Healing: Andrey's body has developed the ability to promote healing in other living life forms. Its yet unclear if its a chemical signal, or electrical connection that transmits his abilities, but when touching another living being he can heal open wounds. This power is limited to wounds caused by physical damage or temporary damage. Cuts, burns, scrapes, and bullet holes are fixable, but Medic has no control over diseases, and poisons, plus he cannot regenerate tissue or bone. With a touch, and a lot of concentration Medic has learned to mend what is broken, or speed up the natural healing process from months to minutes. The severity of the wound and complexity of the healing, as well as the number of injuries will draw different levels of strain, and can cause him anything from nose bleeds and headaches, to black outs. He is working to break past this and become stronger and faster with his healing, lessening the draw backs. Though he has a strong immune system, the other draw back is Andrey has yet to develop any sings of healing himself. It puzzles him why his powers would not focus on keeping himself safe as well as others, but he is still glad to have his gift. Basic Training: Having no aggressive powers, but the drive to be an active team member, means Andrey has worked tirelessly to improve his speed and agility to get around the battle field and make himself as useful as possible. He is in peak physical shape, and is always willing to work on improving his combat repertoire and weapons knowledge. A curious mind has this youth always willing to take on what ever will help make him a valuable team member, though his passive nature makes him hesitant to inflict serious injury. Still he understands, a dead man can't help others, so preserving his own life is valuable to being there when his friends need him. Calm thought: Needing focus to keep his powers working at the height of his ability requires him to keep a calm head on his shoulders. Panic could cause wounds to heal incorrectly and painfully. He works hard to keep his head cool in battle, and remain unclouded by distracting emotions and fears. This trait also makes him a good strategist and leader in times of chaos. Though he has been known to have mini break downs after the trouble has passed. ROLE-PLAYING SAMPLE Andrey felt the heat of the sand burning at the bare bottoms of his feet, each step thrusting him closer to the small swarm of people gathered around one teen girl. Despite the shrill cries of the frightened, and the agonizing calls of pain his world felt slowed and muffled. Each heart beat threatened to burst the organ from his chest. The red whistle and white with red shirt given to him only an hour ago by his mentor, weighed heavy on him as he drew closer. Andrey was under age, and only a volunteer understudy. Why did this have to happen now, today, on this stretch of beach. He had no idea how bad the bite was, for all the sixteen year old knew, there was not even a leg left. The man who had managed to gather the young girl from the water knelt over her, his hands pressed to the wound above her ankle. Others looking on like dazed deer in traffic, and elderly woman consoling a sobbing seven year old who knew the victim as her sister. The second Andrey's feet came to a stop, everything got louder, the gravity of the situation suddenly blinding. “Where the hell is the life guard!” the middle aged man barked in anger, not looking impressed when Andrey pushed past two of the on lookers. His heart frozen as he saw the red painted sand, and the fresh warm liquid pooling out from around the mans grip. “I..I..mm” He stammered still in shock, having never seen blood before in his life, at least not like this. What could he do, what did he do, for a moment it was all a blank. “Stop your stammering kid and get Garret..Get the damn Life guard” the older fellow continued to growl. Andrey looked at him, but he saw more than anger in those eyes, the guy was afraid, terrified even. Andrey wished just as badly that Garret had never left, but he had. Focusing his eyes on the individual who had expected him to suddenly become the regular guard, he summed up his strength and in a stronger voice announced himself. “I /am/ the life guard here!” He pulled the towel from his shoulder and pushing a few others away he crouched beside the girls squirming leg. “Move your hands, I'll use this, and you get on a phone” he demanded. The man glared back, about ready to tell the kid off for giving him orders. Andrey beat him to the punch “I'm the only one here!” he said knowing what was about to come from the other. “Now get on the phone and get her help!” he was not cruel in his tone, but he learned from his father that authority needed to be conveyed in your voice if you wanted to be heard. Catching a glimpse of the wound before the towel went over and more pressure was applied, Andrey was shocked at how small the puncture wounds were, and yet how much blood flowed. “Damn it! Dead, does anyone else have a phone?” The man said, defeat and rage in his voice. Without a phone, and this much blood, the girl didn't have long. Andrey closed his eyes, he needed a plan, he couldn't fail, he wouldn't let her die. There had to be something, anything, he would give anything for it all to go away. His body felt suddenly cooled, temperature dropping to a perfect medium. The world once again lost its clarity and he swore his fingers glowed. Like light off the water they rippled, but he knew his hands were not wet. Slowly, a true silence fell, and even the girl crying in pain became still. He feared the worst, Andrey felt he had lost her. Slowly, he dared pull his eyes up only to see a blank stare of confusion by the teen, who now sat up staring down at her leg. “You..should lay back down..” he said out of instinct but she frowned and in a shaken voice muttered “I...It doesn't hurt...”. Perplexed he pulled back the towel to check on the wound, and sure enough there was no reason for any more pain. The cut was gone, her leg looked normal. Each toe wiggling freely, not a sign of scaring or that the event had even happened. Once again, all was quiet. Nothing more to disturb the moment then the rush of water on the shore line. Blood still tainted the sand, clumping it around her leg. The towel he held was damp and heavy with the red liquid. Yet even as she brushed the grains away from her skin, there was not even one hole left in the sleek tight tan of her leg. Anklet still adorning her heel, silver patches shining through the red and crushed rock. Looking to his own hands Andrey was at a loss, till one voice spoke up. Her words carrying over them as though the thoughts of all those present were formed up into the lips of the eldest among them. Letting the youngest go to embrace her sister, the old woman muttered only a few syllables. “He healed her..This boy is a healer”. Andrey would later come to be grateful she was religious and not one of the condemning masses, as he would soon learn this was no holy gift, and that she should have said this boy was a mutant. application was passed by username | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 40px;] M E D I C |
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