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Post by jamie on Nov 20, 2008 17:40:56 GMT -4
Given Name: James Arthur “Jamie” Madrox
Codename: Multiple Man
Age: 25
Detailed Description of Powers: Madrox possesses the mutant ability to create identical physical duplicates of himself when violently struck (or when he strikes himself). It is not yet known precisely how Madrox's power works: although the duplicate bodies seem to "split off" from within him, he does not undergo a mitosis process like that of cells, creating identical entities each with half the mass of the original. Each duplicate possesses the same mass as the original. He does not appear to be transmuting nearby elements into his likeness either. If he is indeed converting energy to matter, the expected devastating release of energy must be shunted elsewhere since it is not in evidence.
Upon sufficient impact, Madrox’s "splits off" a single duplicate. Although he can "create" multiple selves consecutively, he cannot bring into being more than one duplicate at a time. The maximum number of duplicates of himself Madrox can "create" consecutively before taxing his ability is not yet known. (He once produced twenty of them.) Each of the duplicates is capable of independent thought, feeling, and action, although they are telepathically linked from formation to absorption. It is not known if death to the original body would automatically kill all of the duplicates. Each of the copies possesses the, original's power, and are capable of duplicating themselves at will, as well.
Madrox's duplicates remain in existence for as long as he wills them to. When he wills them out of existence, they are seemingly "absorbed" back into his body. It is not yet known whether they always automatically disappear if the original is rendered unconscious.
Jamie can fix a flat tire, order a pizza, play a game of chess against himself, and sing a four part harmony all at the same time. But don’t ask him to do that too often.
It gets old.
Originally from: Los Alamos, New Mexico
Known Family: None known.
Physical Description: Jamie has dark hair and wears dark clothes and has a perpetual look of disbelief etched on his face. He smiles a lot, though most of the time it seems like it’s got an edge of sarcasm to it.
He’s not an impressive height or build, but he makes up for that in sheer numbers.
What else?
He’s the only kid in town who can field his own baseball team. He can go on a double date without any other guys having to be involved. He can form a conga line all by himself are we getting the picture here?
Don’t worry, ladies, there’s plenty of Jamie Madrox to go around!
Personality: To the outsider, Jamie Madrox is the kinds of guys who seem to blend into a crowd. In fact, Jamie Madrox is a crowd! He has a pretty good sense of humor overall, even though for the most part, tragedy and disappointment have beset the latter part of his life. There is also an introspective part of his nature, something that he inherited from both his father and his mother-an inquisitive mind and a thirst for knowledge. He’s actually a pretty intelligent guy, but for some reason feels as if he should hide that behind a joke or a macho façade.
Jamie also has an interest in starting up a practice as a private investigator. Clearly he has watched one too many episodes of Magnum PI.
Likes: Jamie likes science a lot, though he does not tend to show this side of himself to many people. He also tends to like to make people laugh, making chicks laugh, and well lets face it he just likes chicks in general.
Dislikes: Canned beets, and people who insist on not wearing deodorant.
Bio: James Madrox was the only son of two researchers working at the Los Alamos Research, Center in New Mexico. There in the desert heat of Los Alamos, this blissful little family lived a relatively ordinary and happy life for many years. At least as ordinary a life as could be afforded given the nature of Mr. & Mrs. Madrox research.
Jamie’s parents were working on a very important research project that involved being exposed to high levels of radiation on a regular basis. Later, when Jamie’s mutant powers were to emerge in an accident, it was believed by some of the medically trained scientists at the Research Center that perhaps the mutation was a result of the excessive exposure to the radiation that his parents had had.
This however, was far from true.
His parents did their best to keep his mutation a secret, but before they could come up with a plan on what to do with their son they were tragically killed when a tornado struck the farm. Jamie was only 15.
Before he passed, his father had invented a suit that could absorb some of the kinetic energy and protect him. Jamie tried for a normal life until one day when his suit malfunctioned. He found himself on his way to meet Professor Xavier, who directed him to a little out of the way place called Muir Island, where he assisted Moira MacTaggert for some time with her research.
After some time of this, Jamie was asked to go and stay with Professor Xavier and his Gift of Young School...People. Jamie wasn’t completely sure what a gifted young person was, and after getting to know some of the residents like Guido Carosella, he isn’t completely sure he wants to know.
Either way, he’s there now. And no matter where you go, there you are.
And in the Interview:
Why did you choose our site?: Because it looked good to me, except for the flashing blue lights.
What about this character do you like?: I guess you could say I like multiple aspects of him. Heh. See what I did there?
Have you ever RPed before? Where?: (If you wish, you can include a link to other RPGs here)
Please write a sample post for the character you want below:
-COMING SOON-
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Post by jamie on Nov 21, 2008 23:06:04 GMT -4
And now, back by popular demand...THE SAMPLE POST:
(thank you, thank you, thank you)
“When I look into your eyes, I can see how much I love you,” Jamie said earnestly as he leaned forward. He kind of hoped it wasn’t too obvious that he was ripping off some old song by Firehouse.
The multiple didn’t seem to notice.
“Then I don’t know, I might lean in and try to plant one on her. Start with that and then move into the fancy stuff later.” Jamie shrugged and then he thought it over. “Does that classify as coming on too strong?”
Another multiple who was acting the part of the superbly uninterested party shook his head in sad and silent disgust. “I know I said this already, but this is your first date with this chick. You can’t just jump right into sappy lyrics about how much you love her and expect her to be all wanton over it.”
“It worked for the Janson twins,” Jamie sniped back, ignoring the unauthorized use of the word wanton. The three of them gave a moment of respectful silence for the memory of the night he dated the Janson twins. “Anyhoo, I just feel kind of out of sorts lately. All I do anymore is sit around talking to myself. No offense, but I’m really getting tired of me.”
“Amen to that,” the other two said and Jamie scowled. Then it came to him. If he was going to borrow lyrics to a song, he might as well go a little more recent. “I like big butts and I cannot lie.”
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Nov 24, 2008 20:56:51 GMT -4
Weapon X tapped me to do the sample RP with you. Everyone gets to do it so don't think your awesome sample wasn't enough. This is more to help get your feet wet. And to make things easier - we'll pick up where you left off.
~
Christine was walking by, intent on getting to the kitchen to get herself a cup of coffee (failing that, making it herself. Of course, she never could understand why the others hated it when she made coffee. Tasted good to her). Needless to say, she caught the tail end of Jamie's conversation with himself and stopped dead in her tracks.
She arched an eyebrow, one she was sure was reaching her hairline by now. "Ex-cuse me?" she asked, her voice breaking as she said "excuse", making it two words instead of one. "Please tell me you're not quoting Sir Mix-a-lot?" She wrinkled her nose. "That might give whatever girl you're planning to use that on a serious complex. Then you'll be in for a world of hurt. And not the fun kind either."
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Post by jamie on Nov 25, 2008 22:58:57 GMT -4
"Ex-cuse me?"
And just like that, the song died on Jamie's lips, the lyrics dying out with 'other brothers can't deny'. The multiples who had diligently been providing the back beat to the song all froze in their proverbial tracks as well, and they turned in unison to see Chris standing in the doorway with that patented look of skepticism thing that she had.
"Please tell me you're not quoting Sir Mix-a-lot?" She wrinkled her nose. "That might give whatever girl you're planning to use that on a serious complex. Then you'll be in for a world of hurt. And not the fun kind either."
For a second Jamie wondered what kind of a 'world of hurt' actually was the 'fun kind'. He didn't vocalize his question though. Maybe that was her bag. He wasn't here to judge.
"Yeah," Jamie sounded slightly abashed as he nodded in agreement. "Probably not." The multiples sensed his discomfort and gathered around him. Not so much in support as in finding some sort of fuel for future mockery.
"I sort of have this date thing tonight, and I'm sort of out of practice."
"Sort of," snorted a multiple. Jamie scowled at him.
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Nov 26, 2008 9:46:31 GMT -4
Christine had picked up on that comment, the unfortunate side effect of being a telepath - and having a mind who forgot to shield itself in front of her. She kept her face neutral but inside she was raging at that implication. Once she had herself composed again, she looked at him. "Maybe, I dunno, be yourself? Let her get to know you before you start seranading her?"
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Post by jamie on Nov 26, 2008 17:40:06 GMT -4
Be myself.
Jamie looked around the table at the many versions of himself. He didn't like what he saw.
"Yeah, I guess so," he said, but put no heart into it. He wasn't really all that comfortable with this much spotlight on him and he instinctively turned the tables. "What about you?" He gave her a teasing little grin. "Word is you had some kind of a little crush or something."
The multiples standing directly behind Chris were motioning at Jamie to stop. He caught the signal but it was far too late.
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Nov 26, 2008 20:02:57 GMT -4
Christine's eyebrows were probably building condos in her hairline by now (if not, declaring legal citizenship, if you know, they could). "Ex-cuse me?" she asked, once again making the excuse in two words instead of one. "And which crush is it that I'm supposed to be having? You're being vague, Jamie."
God, please don't bring the one up she had on Kurt. Or worse, Warren. She could feel her cheeks starting to heat up at the the thought of either man. God, if God really had a sick sense of humor - now would be the perfect time for either male to show up when Jamie revealed the idenity of the man she supposedly had a crush on.
Hello, Floor. It's Christine. Please open up.
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Post by jamie on Nov 27, 2008 10:22:28 GMT -4
"Ex-cuse me?"
Aw crap.
"And which crush is it that I'm supposed to be having? You're being vague, Jamie."
Jamie's face was frozen in the aw crap look while he tried to think of a way out of this. The path of the least bloody was preferable. "D-I..." He looked to the multiples for support, but they were currently avoiding eye contact. One of them was staring at the wall, another was staring at his watchless wrist, and the third was whistling tunelessly toward the ceiling.
He looked back to Christine who seemed to be awaiting the big answer. "...that is I meant your crush on...knowledge?" Trying to gain confidence in his words, he straightened up and nodded. "And your thirst for learning."
All three multiples were looking at him like he was out of his tree.
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Nov 27, 2008 13:15:27 GMT -4
Well, that was a start. And he worked his way out of the course of imminent death had he said anything else. And it was an interesting description - crush on knowledge.
"Uh, huh," she said. "So," she added, trying to continue her train of thought. "Who's the lucky girl tonight?" Nope, not enough time to warn the poor girl about Jamie's unusual habit of speaking before his brain kicked in. He was going to end up getting hurt. And, oh God, if he teamed up with Guido. Oh, hell, she mentally whined. Things were going to get even more crazy. "Hopefully everything will go good for you tonight."
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Post by jamie on Nov 28, 2008 17:13:19 GMT -4
Yes. We have a winner here, ladies and gentlemen.
Jamie silently congratulated himself on having successfully diverted the attention away from Chris and her crush on one of the local fuzzy blue dudes. He wasn’t exactly sure if it was supposed to be common knowledge that she had a thing for prehensile tail, but lucky for him he had sidestepped that whole disastrous subject and was now well on his way...back...to focusing on him and his date.
So it wasn’t a total success. What could you do?
“Someone I met online,” Jamie admitted. “She seemed interesting, and the photo she had on there looked like a cross between Angelina Jolie and-“
“Keanu Reeves,” finished one of the multiples for him.
“Shut up!”
But damn if it wasn't true.
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Nov 28, 2008 17:22:27 GMT -4
Christine's blue eyes blinked as she processed this little turn of events. A cross between her and him? Um, well, that well.. But the fact that he.. She.. It.. She closed her eyes for a moment, placing a hand to her temple. "Angelina and Keanu," she repeated, making she had heard straight. "Angelina and Keanu."
Yep, mind implosion. What could you do?
"Interesting combo of looks," she said finally, once she finished sweeping her mind up and putting the pieces back together so things started to make a microm of sense. "And not to sound like, what's the phrase, a downer? But online dating? Um, you do realize that anyone could put a.."
She paused, decided that she really hated her current train of thought. Oh, yes, the idea of Guido or Bobby pulling a stunt like that...
"You have um.. checked to make sure she's the real deal before you agreed to this date, right?"
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Post by jamie on Nov 28, 2008 18:06:47 GMT -4
Jamie wasn't really sure where she was going with this.
"What? You mean if she's a real girl?" There was only one test he knew of to confirm that, and well...they hadn't even met yet. He scratched the back of his head. "I thought we'd start with dinner and then see how things progress."
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Nov 28, 2008 18:53:16 GMT -4
"That's what I was getting at. Only because you forgot that Guido and Bobby live here and well.." She let her voice trail off, knowing that Jamie, being the smart man that he was, knew exactly what she was getting at.
"Well, here's to hoping you two have some good chemistry."
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Post by jamie on Dec 4, 2008 12:21:47 GMT -4
(sorry about that, finals had me bogged down)
Jamie still wasn't entirely sure that it was appropriate to ask someone for proof positive that they were a girl on the first date, but he just nodded anyway. If anything, it seemed like Chris was genuinely trying to help him out here. For whatever that was worth.
"Yeah, well...I better get going," one of the multiples said. "I have to go to work."
Another multiple quickly glanced at the clock on the microwave. "Crap! I'm late for MY job!"
And one by one they left until it was just Jamie sitting there alone with Chris. He shook his head sadly. "It's not easy holding down three full time jobs. But there are perks."
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 4, 2008 12:56:29 GMT -4
OOC: that's okay - most of us understand the whole finals thing since we've gone through it.
"Yeah, like you being able to take this mystery woman out on a date," she said, giggling softly. "I wish you luck," she said with a smile. "Now, hurry along. Don't want to keep her waiting," she added, shooing him out. "Just don't do anything that'll require us springing you from a jail cell."
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