Post by av on Jun 12, 2006 0:11:22 GMT -5
Full Name: Robert Fairchild
Codename: Stalwart
Age: 21
Hair Color: Dirty blonde in spots, but mostly fire red
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 5'7
Weight: 145
Personality: Always the first to stand, last to rest, and notably vigilant, Robert is the product of poor socialization, and an attempt to repair it. Quiet, introverted, and yet a willing conversationalist if approached, Stalwart, or Sta (pronounced: stay), is a fiercely loyal friend and a strong believer in respect. Disrespect, or lack of manner, is intolerable and in the eyes of the young Fairchild, a mortal sin.
Otherwise, Sta is a focused, coldly serious individual who takes life with dire seriousness and operates on the guidelines of a rigid code of ethics. Coupled with an introverted nature and a predisposition to violent confrontation when insulted or disrespected, his cold, focused exterior tends to encourage others to regard him with fear and hesitation. In recent years, several individuals have expended a fair amount of energy trying to change this...they have been met with limited success.
However, as Sta will note, an exterior is only good for looking at and ends where the real important things begin.
Appearance: Sta weighs one hundred and fifty pounds soaking wet and stands just a hair over five foot seven. Decently loose faded jeans, sandals, and a T-shirt preceded by an undershirt, punctuated by well taken care of dress shirts and cargo shorts, are staples of Sta's wardrobe. The eye catcher for most is his hair, a mark of Sta's message and a bit of his pride, Sta has a head of fairly thick, straight hair colored ruby/fire red and edged with splashes of blonde and brown. All of the above accented by a developed upper body characterized by mass, and kneaded muscle, leads to the presence of Stalwart.
Relations: Adopted Parents: Daniel and Rosalyn Fairchild
Powers: Sta's ability lies in chemical pathways modified by unique chemicals secreted by his Endocrine/lymphatic systems. In effect, the chemical pathways that involve healing are supercharged, his skeletal system reinforced by a structure of minerals creating a matrix with strength similar to diamond, and skin that absorbs and distributes heat, resists cold contraction, and distributes transferred mechanical energy.
Essentially, Stalwart has an above average healing factor, a skeletal system that, short of a fairly cataclysmic collision, will not break, and decently element proofed skin that will absorb a decent impact. For the most part, Sta is about as durable as it gets, and as with biology, the final organism is more than the sum of its parts. Sta's knuckles act like their brass counterparts, his headbutt is potentially lethal and a leg connecting with his shin will find itself shattering in the middle.
It should be noted that Sta's abilities, with exception of his skeletal system, rely on advanced chemical pathways, made unique by special enzymes that require core temperatures to remain in a certain realm. If Sta's temperature, extreme conditions permitting, were to rise far enough, or fall low enough, the reactions that allow his healing factor and facilitate the incredible properties of his skin will slow, and weaken.
Affiliations: (Xavier)
Skills: Combatives Knowledge, Underwater Basketweaving
Interests: Academics, Lifting, Dogs, Fast Cars, and Social Reform. Oh...and Underwater Basketweaving.
History: Sta is only of 21 years. As stated, he is the adopted child to a family invested in academia, and as such is in pursuit of a terminal degree. Passed ten years previous, Sta's life is a sealed book. In the mean time, he is a highschool graduate, and college student seeking a doctorate in a field he isn't quite sure about. His power has not gotten him too much publicity, as it is not readily obvious; his skin does not betray its sturdy nature.
He has in days gone by studied Kodenkan Judo, and eventually moved to military combatives. He is accomplished in weight lifting, and continues the practice on a daily basis. Otherwise, he follows politics loosely, and spends the majority of his time seeking knowledge on a college campus. He hopes to graduate cum laude, and fosters a dream of lecturing as a tenured professor or having a veterinary practice...he is after all fond of dogs...and all those other not-so-important pets that people keep around for whatever strange reason.
Example post:
A warm night, lifted by a cool summer breeze, followed Sta into a calm bar in Oklahoma City. Vacant chairs sat around decently fashioned tables in a packed room with few occupants, and oh that refreshing smell of nicotine, tar, and a myriad of other barely noticeable chemicals hung about the place.
No matter, its a brief respite.
Isn't it Sta.
...no you can't have a pint. Yes of course I know you want one, you're talking to yourself.
Ask the barkeep for a cup of coffee, its not like they serve Boddington's here anyway.
Ahhhh...Boddington's. Sta longed for the Coast. That is, it seemed to him, that Boddington's and other finer ales could only be found in certain regions, mostly the Pacific Northwest, and the Northeast. The mid-west, it seemed, had not found a taste for ales and stouts.
As the barkeep arrived with his coffee, Sta wondered how long the trip to New York would take, and what Xavier had to say to him. Was this the answer to Sta's call? A sign that the quest for a cause, a worthy cause to spend oneself in name of, to sweat, suffer, and fight for the glory of?
God I hope so...give me something other than a cubicle and a BMW, or give me death.