Screenname: Red Leader
Character You Would Like To Play: Gambit
Powers: Telekinesis, slight pyrokinesis.
Basic History Of The Character (Up until this point): When Gambit was born, before he even left the operating room, his telekinetic power was strong. He was too young to control it, and he killed his father accidentally with a syringe. He was raised in a foster home for the rest of his childhood. His new mother was a heavy drinker. His new father, a gambling addict. The neighborhood was also unfavorable. Rebellious, he would consistently beat the neighbors' children, and steal from their houses. At 15, he was in complete control of his powers. At 17, he fashioned a costume out of their old clothes, and left home secretly, hating his new parents and seeking acceptance. He has since found it-- In the local Louisiana Thieves Guild.
Three Reasons Why You Have Chosen That Character:
1. Gambit has always been a favorite hero of mine, in and out of the X-Men.
2. He was the first guy that came to mind, as far as thinking about possibilities.
3. I was kind of afraid to pick Thor because it looked like he would be too epic for the situation. Okay, bad phrasing. But I wanted to make it strictly earthly.
What Do You Plan On Doing With This Character As A Person (IE: How are you changing him or her?): I thought I'd mix up his life story slightly, and also, at least initially, see how he'd make it on his own.
Two Complete Sentences In Proper English Explaining What You Can Bring To This RPG (As A Player): I cannot say now for sure, how long integration with other characters will, take, but first speeding that process up will be my priority. But after that, I plan on bringing to the story a slight abrasiveness that the character isn't complete without, and I'll bring interactions that will make others think.
What Fonts Do You Plan To Use For Your Character’s Speech? (Makes the roster look better): This is Gambit, Bold and Purple.
Please Provide A Small Sample Post In The Format You Wish To Portray Your Character In:
I was sloppier than usual this time. Running didn't even work. And it's too tight a spot for card tricks. I almost make it into the dim Jazz bar before the big lug I just stole from pushes me down. He makes me cough up dust from the dirty-ass hardwood floor. I rotate and look back up at the brute in front of me. He thinks he looks intimidating. It won't get him his wallet back. I tell this big dumb oaf what's coming.
"It's not your money anymore. I need it more than you do. Now get out of here, before I stain your shirt with your own blood."
I pick myself up and dust my jacket off, and then he charges. Literally, he charges at me like a Rhino. I'll admit, the move caught me off guard. I landed on a barstool, and thought it broke my fall, 'til it tipped over. Okay, screw risk. I don't wanna kill him anyway. But these people don't know, and more importantly don't
need to know, that I'm a mutant. I pick up a leg from the newly broken barstool, and
pretend to swing it, but my mind is what really throws it at him. He gets knocked out cold. I laugh, because it looks like it's all too common for the bartender.
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