Post by fiora on Mar 2, 2007 11:48:29 GMT -5
Codeword: Pirates! Arr!
Full Name: Remy LeBeau
Nicknames: Le Diable Blanc
Codename: Gambit
Age: 18
DoB: unknown
Origins: New Orleans
Orientation: Straight, probably
Blood Type: A+
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Black with red pupils
Height: 6’2”
Weight: 180 lbs
Physical Affects of Mutation?: Eye-color
Personality:
Remy is a con artist through and through, and whenever he wants something he gets it – no matter what. He’s not one to give up, and he doesn’t do well to being told no. On interpersonal terms, he’s not one to get emotionally involved, though he returns loyalty with loyalty. He’s sweet, playful, and jokes around frequently. He also lives to flirt, and loves the thrill of the chase.
Appearance: Remy’s hair is long and shaggy – he usually doesn’t tie it back, or brush it – some even doubt he washes it, though it never looks greasy or smells bad. His build is lean and muscular – what one would expect from a professional thief.
Clothing Style: Remy dresses in clothes that show off his “spicy Cajun body,” usually wearing form-fitting jeans and shirts. He always has his brown, beat-up trench coat on though, with many things stuffed into it’s pockets.
::Battle Uniform::
Color: Black with Brown Trench coat
Style: Two piece and form fitting
Patterns/Markings: Belts seem to cross it at random, Kneepads…
Boots and/or Gloves?: Black Boots, and Black gloves with some of the fingers cut off.
Relations:
His adopted father, Jean-luc LeBeau is a man Remy both hates and loves. Remy feels Jean-luc took him in for his powers. Jean-luc has done lots of things for Remy though, and gave him the funds he needed so he could flee from New Orleans. His other relations include a Brother and Sister in law; Henry and Mercy LeBeau, and his cousin Theorin Marceaux, and his ex-fiancé Bella Donna Boundreaux.
Weaknesses:
Remy can be a bit reckless at times, and his past often collides with his life now.
Powers:
An interkinetic power allows him to produce bio-kinetic energy within his body and use it to convert any inorganic object's potential energy into kinetic energy on contact, making the object highly volatile and explosive on contact. The internal energy also grants him heightened agility and creates a static interference that shields his mind from detection
Remy also hypnotic charm allows him to exert subtle influence over people’s minds, compelling them to believe what he says and agree with his suggestions.
Affiliation: Independent
Skills:
Thief, charmer, flirt, and amazing with playing cards.
Interests:
Having some fun
Bio/History:
Remy grew up as part of a child gang on the streets of New Orleans, living under the rule of a man named f*gan. He learned how to pick pockets, thieve, and fight. Around the age of ten he tried to rob Jean-Luc, and ended up getting caught, and then adopted by the man. At first Remy thought he was just being nice, later he realized Jean-Luc knew he was a mutant, and wanted to see if his powers would be useful when they emerged.
When they did Remy started accidentally blowing things up, started with his nightstand in his sleep, nearly killing himself. Jean-luc helped him learn to take control. At the age of 15, Remy was sent on a mission with his cousin, Etienne, where his picked up his use of playing cards as weapons to escape being killed. Etienne did not survive the mission, however, and Remy still blames himself for that.
When he was 18, he was supposed to Marry Bella Donna to encourage peace between the Thieves and Assassins guilds, but Bella Donna’s brother, Julien, challenged him to a duel before the wedding, and Remy killed him. Jean-luc sent gambit away from New Orleans for his own good.
*Example Post:
“merde, dis place be bigger den Remy thought,” The cajun muttered, staring up at the Mansion. Xavier’s institute for the gifted, it said on the front. “oui, gifted,” Remy muttered with a chuckle, as he leaned back against the tree trunk and settled in for the next few hours. He was here for a job, and from the looks of the movement in the kitchen, it was going to be a little bit before he could pull it off. So he watched, his eyes careful to track each movement through the windows, each light that went on and off; each lady that didn’t close the curtains before changing for the night. The wind blew, shaking the tree he was in. A squirrel chattered before disappearing for the night.
When everything seemed to quite down, he still waited, counting down in his head how long it might take for them to fall asleep. He had to get in and out fast, and the alarms would probably go odd before he could get out with everything. It would be best for everyone to be asleep, give him a little more time while they woke up and detangled from their bed sheets.
Something clicked in his head – it was now or never – and with practiced hands he leaps from the tree, landing quietly in the lawn. He waited, expecting the sounds of the alarms, the lasers from the cute little contraptions Xavier kept as protection. Nothing. “Well, at least de man did what he said he would,” Remy muttered, and with quick and quiet footsteps he shot across the lawn, staff extended as he launched himself up onto the balcony of a vacant room. The glass door melted under his fingers, and he stepped in boldly, strolling right past the perfectly made empty beds and into the hallway. Right up to the elevator.
“goin’ down,” Remy murmured, stepping past the sliding doors and selecting his floor. “dis be to easy…” He sighed, as the doors slid open once again, this time to metallic halls. “and dis jus’ be weird.” Wondering what weird military base he was in, he crept down the halls this time, slower so his footsteps wouldn’t echo, and walked into the computer room. “t’ank god fer accurate blueprints.”
Sitting down like he belonged there, Remy booted the computer up; typing in the memorized passwords the man had given him. Access granted, Access Granted – this was way too easy. Hoping he was just lucky, Remy plugged in the drive, and began the download, turning the monitor off and counting down t himself when it would be done. Nothing else to do, he waited, hoping he wouldn’t be discovered.
Full Name: Remy LeBeau
Nicknames: Le Diable Blanc
Codename: Gambit
Age: 18
DoB: unknown
Origins: New Orleans
Orientation: Straight, probably
Blood Type: A+
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Black with red pupils
Height: 6’2”
Weight: 180 lbs
Physical Affects of Mutation?: Eye-color
Personality:
Remy is a con artist through and through, and whenever he wants something he gets it – no matter what. He’s not one to give up, and he doesn’t do well to being told no. On interpersonal terms, he’s not one to get emotionally involved, though he returns loyalty with loyalty. He’s sweet, playful, and jokes around frequently. He also lives to flirt, and loves the thrill of the chase.
Appearance: Remy’s hair is long and shaggy – he usually doesn’t tie it back, or brush it – some even doubt he washes it, though it never looks greasy or smells bad. His build is lean and muscular – what one would expect from a professional thief.
Clothing Style: Remy dresses in clothes that show off his “spicy Cajun body,” usually wearing form-fitting jeans and shirts. He always has his brown, beat-up trench coat on though, with many things stuffed into it’s pockets.
::Battle Uniform::
Color: Black with Brown Trench coat
Style: Two piece and form fitting
Patterns/Markings: Belts seem to cross it at random, Kneepads…
Boots and/or Gloves?: Black Boots, and Black gloves with some of the fingers cut off.
Relations:
His adopted father, Jean-luc LeBeau is a man Remy both hates and loves. Remy feels Jean-luc took him in for his powers. Jean-luc has done lots of things for Remy though, and gave him the funds he needed so he could flee from New Orleans. His other relations include a Brother and Sister in law; Henry and Mercy LeBeau, and his cousin Theorin Marceaux, and his ex-fiancé Bella Donna Boundreaux.
Weaknesses:
Remy can be a bit reckless at times, and his past often collides with his life now.
Powers:
An interkinetic power allows him to produce bio-kinetic energy within his body and use it to convert any inorganic object's potential energy into kinetic energy on contact, making the object highly volatile and explosive on contact. The internal energy also grants him heightened agility and creates a static interference that shields his mind from detection
Remy also hypnotic charm allows him to exert subtle influence over people’s minds, compelling them to believe what he says and agree with his suggestions.
Affiliation: Independent
Skills:
Thief, charmer, flirt, and amazing with playing cards.
Interests:
Having some fun
Bio/History:
Remy grew up as part of a child gang on the streets of New Orleans, living under the rule of a man named f*gan. He learned how to pick pockets, thieve, and fight. Around the age of ten he tried to rob Jean-Luc, and ended up getting caught, and then adopted by the man. At first Remy thought he was just being nice, later he realized Jean-Luc knew he was a mutant, and wanted to see if his powers would be useful when they emerged.
When they did Remy started accidentally blowing things up, started with his nightstand in his sleep, nearly killing himself. Jean-luc helped him learn to take control. At the age of 15, Remy was sent on a mission with his cousin, Etienne, where his picked up his use of playing cards as weapons to escape being killed. Etienne did not survive the mission, however, and Remy still blames himself for that.
When he was 18, he was supposed to Marry Bella Donna to encourage peace between the Thieves and Assassins guilds, but Bella Donna’s brother, Julien, challenged him to a duel before the wedding, and Remy killed him. Jean-luc sent gambit away from New Orleans for his own good.
*Example Post:
“merde, dis place be bigger den Remy thought,” The cajun muttered, staring up at the Mansion. Xavier’s institute for the gifted, it said on the front. “oui, gifted,” Remy muttered with a chuckle, as he leaned back against the tree trunk and settled in for the next few hours. He was here for a job, and from the looks of the movement in the kitchen, it was going to be a little bit before he could pull it off. So he watched, his eyes careful to track each movement through the windows, each light that went on and off; each lady that didn’t close the curtains before changing for the night. The wind blew, shaking the tree he was in. A squirrel chattered before disappearing for the night.
When everything seemed to quite down, he still waited, counting down in his head how long it might take for them to fall asleep. He had to get in and out fast, and the alarms would probably go odd before he could get out with everything. It would be best for everyone to be asleep, give him a little more time while they woke up and detangled from their bed sheets.
Something clicked in his head – it was now or never – and with practiced hands he leaps from the tree, landing quietly in the lawn. He waited, expecting the sounds of the alarms, the lasers from the cute little contraptions Xavier kept as protection. Nothing. “Well, at least de man did what he said he would,” Remy muttered, and with quick and quiet footsteps he shot across the lawn, staff extended as he launched himself up onto the balcony of a vacant room. The glass door melted under his fingers, and he stepped in boldly, strolling right past the perfectly made empty beds and into the hallway. Right up to the elevator.
“goin’ down,” Remy murmured, stepping past the sliding doors and selecting his floor. “dis be to easy…” He sighed, as the doors slid open once again, this time to metallic halls. “and dis jus’ be weird.” Wondering what weird military base he was in, he crept down the halls this time, slower so his footsteps wouldn’t echo, and walked into the computer room. “t’ank god fer accurate blueprints.”
Sitting down like he belonged there, Remy booted the computer up; typing in the memorized passwords the man had given him. Access granted, Access Granted – this was way too easy. Hoping he was just lucky, Remy plugged in the drive, and began the download, turning the monitor off and counting down t himself when it would be done. Nothing else to do, he waited, hoping he wouldn’t be discovered.
