Post by jamesjacobs123 on May 18, 2013 18:49:51 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: James Jacobs AGE: Fifteen GENDER: Male HEIGHT: 5'8" FACE CLAIM: Drew Van Acker DESCRIPTION AND PERSONALITY: James is a lean and fit teen. He has neat blond hair, deep brown eyes, and an angular face. He can generally be seen sporting casual clothing such as sports jackets and athletic pants. James also sometimes wears a muscle shirt that displays his muscles. James has a disfiguring scar on his cheek, the aftermath of falling off of a ledge after trying a stunt with his abilities. Other than that, he has a distinguishing birth mark on his back which seems to be a black spot. James is very introvert and generally keeps to himself most of the time. He is not quick to make friends, but he can be a good ally to those who earn his trust. Once you become his ally or friend, he will have unwavering loyalty towards you. This can also prove to be a dangerous psychological flaw that can be exploited by enemies. James is very prideful, and will go to great lengths to prove himself to people. This pride has grown to the extent of hubris, and he does not like being told what to do. James prefers to take on challenges alone, as he thinks that a team would slow him down. This anti-social attitude often gets him labeled as a loner, but he does not mind. James will never turn down the opportunity to establish himself as equal to "normal people," as they have shunned him since his powers manifested themselves in him. James has always been interested in animal life, and likes to read books about them when he has free time. He also likes drawing, as he finds it a reliable way to express himself without interference. These are two activities that aid him in keeping calm and maintaining control of his temper. James also loves to do freerunning in his spare time. This helps clear his head and reduce the amount of stress that he's feeling. James hates bullies, unfair authority, and anyone who tries to lead him. He considers himself a pure solo act, and he doesn't want anything changing that. James rarely smiles, and often seems distant and sulking to his peers. He is generally quiet and gets embarrassed rather easily. He is not afraid to take out his anger on people who offend him, although this can lead to disastrous repercussions if he messes with the wrong person. He has a notoriously short temper, and he will often retaliate when something displeases him. James is not at all afraid to speak his mind, and will question authority on a regular basis. James detests those who exercise their power unfairly over others. James is also very impulsive, and will often do things without considering the consequences. HISTORY James was born to Samuel and Shayna Jacobs in New York City. James was brought up in an upper middle-class household, and he got a good education compared to most others. He especially excelled at soccer because of his natural agility and speed, which had not reached current levels yet. However, Samuel and Shayna were very strict and demanding, which led to bitterness and resentment on James's part. They constantly expected nothing but the best from him, causing James to feel rebellious and angry towards them. Young James Jacobs was a quiet kid, and he did not have many friends at school. However, he was very loyal to the ones he did have, which were very few in number. His best friend, Dylan, was constantly bullied in middle school. James had to constantly stand up to bullies in order to protect him. On the last day of middle school, Dylan was tormented by a school bully. James's powers kicked in, and he performed a punch at incredible speed that knocked out the bully swiftly. This got him expelled from school, and James spent time practicing with his newfound abilities thereafter. He quickly discovered that he could run at great speeds, faster than even a car could go. However, nobody forgot about the incident at school. No school in the district would accept him, and Dylan never spoke to him again. Samuel and Shayna were appalled and shocked that their son was a mutant. The Jean Grey School then took James off of their shoulders and recruited him into their program. He moved there with his personal belongings. He now attends the school. POWERS AND ABILITIES Enhanced Agility - James has enhanced agility and acrobatic ability, beyond the capabilities of the finest human athlete. He can navigate through urban areas with great skill and flexibility, while scaling walls and vaulting over obstacles. He can also climb up vertical buildings while finding handholds that would be impossible for any other person to hold onto. However, he is still learning to know his limits, as he often makes sloppy mistakes while using this power. Super Speed - While not remotely close to the likes of a true speedster such as Quicksilver, James is very fast and can sprint very quickly. His top speeds can reach up to 200 miles per hour, but he cannot exert himself beyond this speed yet. James has trouble controlling his runs for an extended period of time, and will bump into things. Another disadvantage is that he has to accelerate and decelerate, instead of hitting top speeds on the spot. ROLE-PLAYING SAMPLE For James Jacobs, the day began just like any other. After eating a hastily prepared toast and eggs for breakfast, his brain did not want to function during first period. Mr. Whitall's voice droned on about socialism and its characteristics, but James couldn't care less. He yawned and started doodling in his desk with a pen. Dylan, the ever-diligent student next to him, was tossing balls of paper across the room. A few things about Dylan... he was easily the smartest kid in the class. He had an IQ that was four points higher than Albert Einstein's, so he could definitely afford to zone out on this lecture. Secondly, he was James's best friend. In elementary school, the two had been the biggest misfits in the class, so an eventual friendship was inevitable. James sighed and glared at the clock above the whiteboard, as if that would make time go faster. Mr. Whitall cast him a nasty glare, as if asking: How could you not be intrigued by this? James rolled his eyes and continued looking at the clock. Thirty seconds... Twenty seconds... Ten seconds... five seconds... two seconds... RIIIIIIIING! The bell caused everyone to jump out of their seats, but Mr. Whitall just sighed. "Don't forget to turn in your essays tomorrow, kids. It's worth seventy points in the major assessment category." All of the kids groaned and shook their heads in disbelief. James joined Dylan in the hallway and they walked to the courtyard for lunch. Dylan playfully punched James's shoulder. "They're serving pasta and meatballs today, James. Come with?" James just nodded. He wasn't the talkative type. Suddenly, a muscular frame blocked the two friends' path. Derrick Johnson. The resident star athlete... and world-class jerk. He had antagonized Dylan since sixth grade, and was probably too stupid to realize that there were other people to bully. Derrick grabbed Dylan and shoved him against the wall, his goonies snickering behind him. "Hey, pig," Derrick sneered. "Got any cash for me today?" Dylan's eyes widened. "No, I swear! If you'd just let me go to my locker, I could-" "Cut the crap!" Derrick snapped. "I'm not stupid!" Anger boiled in James's throat, and he shoved Derrick away from Dylan. "Piss off, Johnson," he said. Derrick then punched Dylan in the stomach. Hard. "Shut up, Jacobs. You got no business here." Okay, that was enough. James's eyes narrowed, and the next thing he knew, he was standing above Derrick. What the hell had just happened? The jock was knocked out cold, and James looked at him in confusion. Students' voices rang out in the hallway: "So fast-" "Like lightning-" "He was a blur-" "Next thing I know, he's over there-" Something was terribly wrong here. James then looked up to see Mr. Whitall approaching him. The teacher pointed at Derrick's limp form on the ground. "Talk," he told James coldly. Man, he was in deep crap. application was passed by Falcon | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 40px;] V E L O C I T Y |
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