Post by Brian Saunders on Oct 8, 2006 12:13:23 GMT -5
Full name: Brian Saunders.
Codename/Aliases: Not yet given
Profession: X-Men
Age: 21
Sex: Male
Height: 5'7
Weight: 132
Place of Birth: Manhattan, New York
Nationality: American
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Religion: A forgotten Christian male, whose belief was shattered by the events of his past.
Physical Description:
Personality: Brian Saunders is a man of many persona's. Personally he is loud-and spontaneous, pompous yet generous. How can a man be loud and generous you ask? Because people never look down beneath the skin you bare-or the signs you share. They look upon your facial expressions, and yours bodies frame. Brian is no exception to this, however-his life was never meant to be what he had lived it. Beneath his 'tough guy', "I don't need this" persona-he entails has a romantic, and even gentle behavior.
However he has a depth of history of violence from where he has been raised-as of this-he is currently re-acting to any sign of violence or powerful expressions of words.
History:
Brian, honey, ah’ told ya’ thousands a’ times ta’ get yho’ a*s down here! It ain’t rocket science boy!....BOY YA’ BETTAH’ AN’SA ME. Go an’ get his a*s down here Frank! The bloody calls from Brian Saunders mothers would constantly echo through the dim house. The small streets through Manhattan that people constantly called; ‘The Ghetto’ hung lines of thread-that uplifted sheets of clothing. There small apartment, covered in a dim green, with 3 windows from the frontal view, was hidden behind 10 apartments of the same shape-aligned in a row. The night was quiet-however the shrieks of a fragile mother was quickly sweeping through the neighborhood. The father, being a man of weight and weaponry, stampedes himself through the small and crowded stairway. With each step, the weight of each foot clamps upon the wooden floors-as he starts bombarding words upon his step son.Boy ah’ ain’t got all day. Ah’ll throw ya’ down them stairs if ya’ dun’ get yer’ a*s down here.The teenager’s younger sister, Kayla, follows her father up the stairway as the sound of wood and skin cascades against the house.BOY, GET YA’ A*S DOWN THERE. YA’ MA’ WANTS TA’ HAVE A F*CKIN’ FAMILY DIN….His voice ends semi-spontaneously as he looks upon the room. Its battered interior and shattered windows remained in the stench of the house as the grass out side of the family house rumbles.
~*~Fat a*s….~*~
The grass rumbles, as the midnight sky covers his trace-as he quietly heads off. Before him, is a vehicle painted in a sheer volume of green. However his eyes would quickly vaporize from the car, as he turns to the two men in it.Hurry up b*tch. We ain’t got all day!He chuckles furiously as he quickly runs from the hidden blades of mother nature. The car door opens quickly as he hatches himself into the car. Two African American Males sit-smiling. One of which, wearing a very short hat, turns around-smiling viciously, as the car hounds itself away into the night.’Ey-whats up dawg. ‘Ey ya’ hear ‘bout them rich schools near the north? Yea-well we headin’ there. Heard they got some money liein’ ‘round. You know them rich-white-people (Sorry) juss’ leavin’ them money on the groun’ like ish’ juss’ piece a’ sh*t!He chuckles, turning towards the driver. The two men we’re brothers-one younger than the other. The drive was careless-as they drove through red lights, and honked upon young women who walked down the streets. With his body swaying with the cars turns, he finds himself looking upon the schools exterior. The school was amazing, a musical arts of foundations as he opens the car dorr quickly. The three men rush in-however leaving Brian with a cigarette before heading off. As he silently heads towards the school’s foundation the rumble of sounds entwine as Brian quickly looks about. His body viciously trying to leave the school before any student, or teacher, finds there presence. With one heap of air, he shoves his friends behind a club of dumpsters-thus leaving him prone to the crowd of cops.
- - - - - -
Listen, kid. You we’re seen in a car with 2 other males. The locks we’re entangled in picks and the such. Your as guilty as it gets. Trying to pass it off that you we’re the only person in this school is a lie. And it says here…Mr…..Son-ders that you’ve had a criminal record. 5 Counts of drug possession, 3 counts of robbery, 4 counts of battery, and 2 counts of Assualt. It’s a shame you haven’t been in jail….
This school is a foundation for the arts Mr. Son-ders. Tell me, what exactly we’re you going to do if you had entered?
The room was dim. The lights we’re shortly covered. However Brian and a crowd of cops stood before him. Each watching him closely-as he watches the school’s building carefully.
“Like I said, I was wasn’t tryin’ to come to yer’ school. And SAON-DERS is the name…”
The room went silent, as the police went upon there chairs. The silence consumes them as time ticks. Time ticks is only the only thing left for Brian as he watches his life pass before him. With little time to react the police quietly release the boy. The strain on them, and himself, was great-as he rushes out of the school……
Signals of mental energy floods Brian as days pass. Each coming moment he’s lured into a new building-that of the Xavier Mansion….
Origin of Power: Heritage
Power Description: Stable as Earth, Fluid as Water, Powerful as Fire, and Swift as Air. The 4 elements that rage through the earth’s surface. Each, powerful with its own unique stance, however controlling the elements by a sheer force of will….is astonishing. Brian is a mutant, with the ability to cascade the elements to his bidding. However each element is uniquely designed for his body.
These definitions of control’s vary on the emotions and strength Brian is currently at. So if he we’re tired, and restless-his water bending abilities would be shortened to a minimal. His ability to control the elements include being immune to there effects to a certain extent. (He may drown in water. Burn in lava. Tear in a hurricane. Or even be crushed by the earth.)
Power Levels:
Standard: At this level, Brian may cascade the elements individually when around them. Each bending of the elements can vary on how aware he is of his surroundings. To be a water bender, he must be able to swiftly move his arms and finger tips-along with graceful stances with his feet. To be the earth bender, he must center his body weight according to his surroundings-to balance his equilibrium. He must be able to balance himself in all areas, including standing upon one foot. To be the the Air Bender, he must be quick-and have a ‘known 6th since’. To sway the winds he must be able to react quickly enough to gather the winds at the right speed to create a barrage of gusts. To be the fire bender-he must strengthen both mind and body. He must accomplish the task of being able to bare the weights of heat! (Basically he cannot create the element, or shape it to his desire. He may flicker the element in the direction he has facing, and continuously flow it-but not bend it.)
Superior: At this state, Brian may control the movement of the element. Meaning he may direct the element upon its direction, or even shape it into a nice solidified object. When bending each element he may create various objects to each element. Although he may be able to create a crate of earth-he may or may not be able to create a crate of water. This only defines him by the level of control and energy he may have in him. Although he may be able to create a sheer force of wind, and quickly snap out of its surges to create a wave of water-he may or may not have control of the waters direction-due to the lack of control. Having controlling the elements puts tremendous strain upon his body-even if he seems to be having perfect control. (Basically he may now create objects of element, and bend the element-if needed be) (Locked: 10)
Supreme: At this level, he may create the element using a sheer force of will. This time-he may create liquid using the moisture in the air, or fire from the heat waves of the sun. Both signature elements must have a continuous amount of energy and soul into whatever he commands it to be. (He may now create both heat and liquid from the moistures around him.)(Locked: 22)
Ultimate: Beyond his expectations lie his current level. As of now, he is one with the elements. Being able to bend the elements to most degrees until sheer force of mental power consumes him. He may shape tendrils of water, whilst gusting the air, beyond that he may heat the air around him-and create minor earthquakes at once. Although all the attacks seem minor, they do put MASSIVE strain upon Brian-as of having a migrant on the psychic scale. (Locked: 36)
Strengths: Brian is a fighter, both mentally and physically. He may quickly react to any attack, having the swiftness of his criminal record. He’s fluid in movement, being able to dodge many attacks. Powerful in strength’s that out number the weak and inferior. And stable enough to counteract an attack-more powerful than his enemy.
Weaknesses: Although it seems as if he has a million different abilities, Brian suffers from a claustrophobia. He also has hard time adapting to knowledge, both in class and in field. To this end-it causes Brian’s lack of attention to become his down fall. Without knowing the plans, or the lessons-he freely consumes what ever he may, and attack all those around him.
Creation by the force: A stream of cosmic fire, entangles in the worlds sheer force of power. With one grip of heat, the fire slowly rumbles-taking upon a figure in its grasps. The fire burns, enraging in fear-as it whip lashes powerful. Its tendrils of heat scorch the Hot, White Room with figures of pain as it continues to mold upon a single object. Its fiery grips burn down to the tips of hell, as it cracks. The fire itself splits-consuming the body-as it leaves a trail of water leaking from the outer core of its pale exterior. The male figure, leans forward-water dripping from his cloth less body-as he dampers around the fire. Its powerful heat was immune to his skin, as he wakes-clustering his energy as he opens his eye lids. With one flair of his pupils a rage of wind over takes the fiery room-consuming it in an air tight lid.
Father Nature……was never meant to be this beautiful….
And with one last glimpse of the delicate women-Brian falls back, his pupils rolling to the back of his head. The rush of emotions fill his empty stomach of pitiless wonder, as he drops towards the atmosphere with a roar of flames and wind…
* * * * *
Other Facts:
-Brian is currently un-aware of his mutant abilities.
-He has a younger sister, Kayla, and a mother Diana. He considers his STEP-Father to be ruthless and annoying male. He has no love or consideration of him.
-His father had died at the age of 3 due to a car accident.
[Agent:2]
Codename/Aliases: Not yet given
Profession: X-Men
Age: 21
Sex: Male
Height: 5'7
Weight: 132
Place of Birth: Manhattan, New York
Nationality: American
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Religion: A forgotten Christian male, whose belief was shattered by the events of his past.
Physical Description:
Personality: Brian Saunders is a man of many persona's. Personally he is loud-and spontaneous, pompous yet generous. How can a man be loud and generous you ask? Because people never look down beneath the skin you bare-or the signs you share. They look upon your facial expressions, and yours bodies frame. Brian is no exception to this, however-his life was never meant to be what he had lived it. Beneath his 'tough guy', "I don't need this" persona-he entails has a romantic, and even gentle behavior.
However he has a depth of history of violence from where he has been raised-as of this-he is currently re-acting to any sign of violence or powerful expressions of words.
History:
Brian, honey, ah’ told ya’ thousands a’ times ta’ get yho’ a*s down here! It ain’t rocket science boy!....BOY YA’ BETTAH’ AN’SA ME. Go an’ get his a*s down here Frank! The bloody calls from Brian Saunders mothers would constantly echo through the dim house. The small streets through Manhattan that people constantly called; ‘The Ghetto’ hung lines of thread-that uplifted sheets of clothing. There small apartment, covered in a dim green, with 3 windows from the frontal view, was hidden behind 10 apartments of the same shape-aligned in a row. The night was quiet-however the shrieks of a fragile mother was quickly sweeping through the neighborhood. The father, being a man of weight and weaponry, stampedes himself through the small and crowded stairway. With each step, the weight of each foot clamps upon the wooden floors-as he starts bombarding words upon his step son.Boy ah’ ain’t got all day. Ah’ll throw ya’ down them stairs if ya’ dun’ get yer’ a*s down here.The teenager’s younger sister, Kayla, follows her father up the stairway as the sound of wood and skin cascades against the house.BOY, GET YA’ A*S DOWN THERE. YA’ MA’ WANTS TA’ HAVE A F*CKIN’ FAMILY DIN….His voice ends semi-spontaneously as he looks upon the room. Its battered interior and shattered windows remained in the stench of the house as the grass out side of the family house rumbles.
~*~Fat a*s….~*~
The grass rumbles, as the midnight sky covers his trace-as he quietly heads off. Before him, is a vehicle painted in a sheer volume of green. However his eyes would quickly vaporize from the car, as he turns to the two men in it.Hurry up b*tch. We ain’t got all day!He chuckles furiously as he quickly runs from the hidden blades of mother nature. The car door opens quickly as he hatches himself into the car. Two African American Males sit-smiling. One of which, wearing a very short hat, turns around-smiling viciously, as the car hounds itself away into the night.’Ey-whats up dawg. ‘Ey ya’ hear ‘bout them rich schools near the north? Yea-well we headin’ there. Heard they got some money liein’ ‘round. You know them rich-white-people (Sorry) juss’ leavin’ them money on the groun’ like ish’ juss’ piece a’ sh*t!He chuckles, turning towards the driver. The two men we’re brothers-one younger than the other. The drive was careless-as they drove through red lights, and honked upon young women who walked down the streets. With his body swaying with the cars turns, he finds himself looking upon the schools exterior. The school was amazing, a musical arts of foundations as he opens the car dorr quickly. The three men rush in-however leaving Brian with a cigarette before heading off. As he silently heads towards the school’s foundation the rumble of sounds entwine as Brian quickly looks about. His body viciously trying to leave the school before any student, or teacher, finds there presence. With one heap of air, he shoves his friends behind a club of dumpsters-thus leaving him prone to the crowd of cops.
- - - - - -
Listen, kid. You we’re seen in a car with 2 other males. The locks we’re entangled in picks and the such. Your as guilty as it gets. Trying to pass it off that you we’re the only person in this school is a lie. And it says here…Mr…..Son-ders that you’ve had a criminal record. 5 Counts of drug possession, 3 counts of robbery, 4 counts of battery, and 2 counts of Assualt. It’s a shame you haven’t been in jail….
This school is a foundation for the arts Mr. Son-ders. Tell me, what exactly we’re you going to do if you had entered?
The room was dim. The lights we’re shortly covered. However Brian and a crowd of cops stood before him. Each watching him closely-as he watches the school’s building carefully.
“Like I said, I was wasn’t tryin’ to come to yer’ school. And SAON-DERS is the name…”
The room went silent, as the police went upon there chairs. The silence consumes them as time ticks. Time ticks is only the only thing left for Brian as he watches his life pass before him. With little time to react the police quietly release the boy. The strain on them, and himself, was great-as he rushes out of the school……
Signals of mental energy floods Brian as days pass. Each coming moment he’s lured into a new building-that of the Xavier Mansion….
Origin of Power: Heritage
Power Description: Stable as Earth, Fluid as Water, Powerful as Fire, and Swift as Air. The 4 elements that rage through the earth’s surface. Each, powerful with its own unique stance, however controlling the elements by a sheer force of will….is astonishing. Brian is a mutant, with the ability to cascade the elements to his bidding. However each element is uniquely designed for his body.
These definitions of control’s vary on the emotions and strength Brian is currently at. So if he we’re tired, and restless-his water bending abilities would be shortened to a minimal. His ability to control the elements include being immune to there effects to a certain extent. (He may drown in water. Burn in lava. Tear in a hurricane. Or even be crushed by the earth.)
Power Levels:
Standard: At this level, Brian may cascade the elements individually when around them. Each bending of the elements can vary on how aware he is of his surroundings. To be a water bender, he must be able to swiftly move his arms and finger tips-along with graceful stances with his feet. To be the earth bender, he must center his body weight according to his surroundings-to balance his equilibrium. He must be able to balance himself in all areas, including standing upon one foot. To be the the Air Bender, he must be quick-and have a ‘known 6th since’. To sway the winds he must be able to react quickly enough to gather the winds at the right speed to create a barrage of gusts. To be the fire bender-he must strengthen both mind and body. He must accomplish the task of being able to bare the weights of heat! (Basically he cannot create the element, or shape it to his desire. He may flicker the element in the direction he has facing, and continuously flow it-but not bend it.)
Superior: At this state, Brian may control the movement of the element. Meaning he may direct the element upon its direction, or even shape it into a nice solidified object. When bending each element he may create various objects to each element. Although he may be able to create a crate of earth-he may or may not be able to create a crate of water. This only defines him by the level of control and energy he may have in him. Although he may be able to create a sheer force of wind, and quickly snap out of its surges to create a wave of water-he may or may not have control of the waters direction-due to the lack of control. Having controlling the elements puts tremendous strain upon his body-even if he seems to be having perfect control. (Basically he may now create objects of element, and bend the element-if needed be) (Locked: 10)
Supreme: At this level, he may create the element using a sheer force of will. This time-he may create liquid using the moisture in the air, or fire from the heat waves of the sun. Both signature elements must have a continuous amount of energy and soul into whatever he commands it to be. (He may now create both heat and liquid from the moistures around him.)(Locked: 22)
Ultimate: Beyond his expectations lie his current level. As of now, he is one with the elements. Being able to bend the elements to most degrees until sheer force of mental power consumes him. He may shape tendrils of water, whilst gusting the air, beyond that he may heat the air around him-and create minor earthquakes at once. Although all the attacks seem minor, they do put MASSIVE strain upon Brian-as of having a migrant on the psychic scale. (Locked: 36)
Strengths: Brian is a fighter, both mentally and physically. He may quickly react to any attack, having the swiftness of his criminal record. He’s fluid in movement, being able to dodge many attacks. Powerful in strength’s that out number the weak and inferior. And stable enough to counteract an attack-more powerful than his enemy.
Weaknesses: Although it seems as if he has a million different abilities, Brian suffers from a claustrophobia. He also has hard time adapting to knowledge, both in class and in field. To this end-it causes Brian’s lack of attention to become his down fall. Without knowing the plans, or the lessons-he freely consumes what ever he may, and attack all those around him.
Creation by the force: A stream of cosmic fire, entangles in the worlds sheer force of power. With one grip of heat, the fire slowly rumbles-taking upon a figure in its grasps. The fire burns, enraging in fear-as it whip lashes powerful. Its tendrils of heat scorch the Hot, White Room with figures of pain as it continues to mold upon a single object. Its fiery grips burn down to the tips of hell, as it cracks. The fire itself splits-consuming the body-as it leaves a trail of water leaking from the outer core of its pale exterior. The male figure, leans forward-water dripping from his cloth less body-as he dampers around the fire. Its powerful heat was immune to his skin, as he wakes-clustering his energy as he opens his eye lids. With one flair of his pupils a rage of wind over takes the fiery room-consuming it in an air tight lid.
Father Nature……was never meant to be this beautiful….
And with one last glimpse of the delicate women-Brian falls back, his pupils rolling to the back of his head. The rush of emotions fill his empty stomach of pitiless wonder, as he drops towards the atmosphere with a roar of flames and wind…
* * * * *
Other Facts:
-Brian is currently un-aware of his mutant abilities.
-He has a younger sister, Kayla, and a mother Diana. He considers his STEP-Father to be ruthless and annoying male. He has no love or consideration of him.
-His father had died at the age of 3 due to a car accident.
[Agent:2]