Post by Forge on Oct 1, 2010 9:09:32 GMT -4
Given Name: Forge
Codename: Forge
Age: 17
Detailed Description of Powers: Forge possesses a superhuman ability at invention. He can design, craft, and operate any machine that he can conceive of, without knowledge of engineering, chemistry, fabrication, or metallurgy. He merely thinks of an end product function and his subconscious mind takes over, performing most of the design and engineering process by itself without need of his input. This happens at remarkable speeds such that Forge can begin building something almost as soon as he has materials to begin an idea, his subconscious mind driving the fabrication and assembly of the device as he goes. Forge can also look at a machine and analyze it via its component parts, figuring out how it works and how to work it as well as a beginning operator. Often, Forge cannot explain how his devices work, nor can he explain the fundamental principles behind why they work. He has no more notion of how a plane flies than anyone else. Yet he can create aircraft that function with perfect aerodynamic ability.
Originally from: Oklahoma
Known Family: Naze (grandfather), father and mother of unknown name.
Physical Description: Forge stands at close to six feet in height and around a hundred eighty pounds in weight. He has the dark skin and eyes you’d expect of a Native American, as well as the narrow facial features, though his cheekbones are more Caucasian than Mongoloid, inherited from his mother’s side. His hair is long, straight, and dark, with a wicked widow’s peak, and he typically keeps it in a somewhat low ponytail so that he can slip a welding mask on easily enough. His build is somewhat athletic, though this is more from teenage metabolism and an active lifestyle than from actual workouts. This incarnation of Forge does not possess a bionic arm or leg, and, assuming his personal ethics do not change drastically, never will. No matter the clothes that he is wearing, he will always be found wearing a red head-band. This is not due to some adherence to traditional Native-American garb. He just thinks it looks cool. He also thinks that beards look cool, but he can’t quite grow one, yet.
Personality: Forge is a rather easygoing individual, with a strong moral fiber that is typically found in the naïve, even though Forge isn’t quite so innocent as he appears. He is passionate about his beliefs, and will go on for quite some time talking about them if you let him. He isn’t antisocial, mostly just quiet; though that doesn’t mean he’ll shun away from a conversation that you include him in. Forge honestly just likes people. He does like to keep an air of mystery about him, because he thinks it makes him cooler. This typically applies to his real name and his history. Forge’s sense of humor leans towards very lame jokes. Jokes along the lines of “Why don’t you have bionic parts?” “Didn’t want to pay an arm and a leg.”
Other: Forge grew up near the tribal reservation of his Cheyenne and Arapaho relatives, and was taught many of their ways and customs by his grandfather, the tribe’s shaman. Forge possesses some knowledge of wilderness survival and horseback riding.
Forge also has a great love of science fiction (not surprising given the nature of his powers, though he seems to have developed this love prior to their manifestation) and modern fantasy. He typically shuns movies within these genres for books and television series.
Bio: Forge was born in Oklahoma, nearby the Southern Cheyenne tribal reservation. His father was a physician, trained in the Cheyenne medicine tradition by Forge’s grandfather, Naze, and earning his Ph.D. elsewhere. Forge’s father didn’t attempt to shy away from Naze’s teaching, but rather personally witnessed its shortcomings and wanted to better himself so that he could better serve the people. As such, Forge had a strong relationship with both his father and his grandfather. It is from these two that he learned his strong sense of ethics; that it is a shaman’s job to serve and protect the people, to make the community better, and to help all those in need, whether they are ally or enemy.
Forge’s father instilled in him a love of the scientific, of knowledge and things yet undiscovered. His grandfather placed within him a love of the spiritual, the mystical, of things which were discovered yet could be so much more. Due to his upbringing, he does not consider these things to be conflicting. They are part of him; they make him who he is. He cannot be anything other than himself, his grandfather would tell him. He was more than the sum of his parts, his father would tell him.
In short: Forge had a great childhood, full of love and support the likes of which one does not see very often.
Forge’s powers first manifested on his parents’ old washing machine. It had broken down, and, rather than fixing it, they had simply gotten a new one. Forge took the old one and converted it into a particle accelerator, like the one that he had recently read about in his father’s Popular Science magazine. It was at that point that his father began thinking that his son was something of a prodigy; when Forge explained that he had no idea how the thing actually worked on a fundamental level, his father began thinking it was something else. The problem was solved soon after, when Professor Xavier sent an emissary to the boy’s home to recruit him into his school. Forge accepted, but wanted to say goodbye to his parents and grandfather before he left. His grandfather, understanding, gave him the name that he uses now to mark the end of a life and the beginning of a new one. Forge has been a somewhat quiet student of the Mansion for some time, now. He has been allotted a spot in the corner of the garage to be his “workshop.” He is currently working on converting one of the closets into a TARDIS-like “bigger on the inside” configuration so that he can expand his workshop.
So far, no luck in that regard. Time Lord technology is hard to come by.
And in the Interview:
Why did you choose our site?: I’ve been here forever. Not as long as Chris, but long enough. Still love the place, been entertained by it a lot, and now I want to give it some entertainment back.
What about this character do you like?: As Marvel has envisioned him over the years and the genres, not much. His canon incarnation has a lot of the personality that I’ve explained above, but only if you extract them from his motives and his actions, as I have done. The Vietnam War was a major turning point in his life, serving as a reminder of the kind of power that he has and the responsibility he has to use it wisely. As I have envisioned him, untouched by war or hardship, I like how he grips me with a passion for right and wrong that I didn’t think I could have anymore. His purity makes me feel a lot better about myself. He also gives me a chance to geek out on occasion, and potentially be useful to somebody somewhere. As it turns out, I can think of a lot more useful things for Forge to be doing than making weapons for the government. And he can think of better things, too. I’ve considered playing this character before, but I never thought I could do him justice. I probably still can’t, but if I don’t try now I probably never will.
Have you ever RPed before? Where?: Here, formerly as Desperado (who I am glad to have taken back behind the stables and shot) and currently as Havok.
Please write a sample post for the character you want below: Forge sat at his workbench and put his safety goggles on. He had already put his protective welding gear on for added protection, and idly wished that he had a blast shield for stuff like this. The bench was clear of clutter and debris; the only things adorning its surface were a steel plate, supported upright, and a long, somewhat hollow sciency cylinder with a large blue concave lens facing the plate. The cylinder was also supported on the table; ratcheted down, in fact, to its supports. It stood about three feet away from the steel plate, which was about two feet square and one inch thick.
Once he felt as protected as he was gonna get, he picked up his tape recorder in his left hand and a remote control in his right. “Repulsor test, number one,” he said into the recorder after pressing “record.” He used the thumb of his right hand to maneuver a dial on the remote down. The gesture was somewhat clumsy in his thick welding gloves. “Starting at 10% power.” He turned the recorder off and pushed the power button on the remote. The concave disk on the cylinder glowed, then cracked, then exploded.
Luckily for Forge, he had built most of the structure out of aluminum, which prevented serious injury. Regardless, his face was covered in smoke as he sat in the exact same position that he had been before the explosion, which had been so sudden that he didn’t really have time to react to it.
He leaned his head towards the recorder, his lips pursed tightly. “Preliminary tests…inconclusive.” He had no idea why he gave himself such inaccurate records of his own devices. He assumed that the somewhat humorous nature of them would help him remember exactly what happened at that point. He wouldn’t know; he rarely ever reviewed the tapes. He only recorded them because it just seemed like something he should do. He checked the wall clock for the time and found out it was nearly eleven o’clock in the morning, which meant that he’d spent yet another all-nighter-and-a-morning working on this. He looked at his Big Gulp cup and realized that he should probably go make himself some coffee if he was going to stay awake for the rest of the day. This seemed like a decent plan, so he resolved to do so. “Leaving to refuel hydraulic systems,” he said into the recorder. “Approximate time is 11:07 AM.”
He removed his goggles, his welding gloves, and his leather chestpiece, took his Big Gulp, and went upstairs to the Kitchen, so that he might procure the legendary waters of the Fountain of Life.
When he exited the Garage into the Mansion proper, the first thing he noticed was that it was raining outside. This made him smile. Of all the things that The Creator had made, rain was one of his favorites. He made his way to the Kitchen without really paying attention to his surroundings, just listening to the patter of rain on the windows. He washed his face in the sink, ten rummaged through the cabinets to find the necessary coffee making stuff and began making a pot in the large 10-cup Bunn coffee maker. As he waited, he sat down at the table next to the bay window and watched the rain, his head propped up on one hand, which was propped up on the table. With his other hand, he took his hair down, letting it just kind of drape to his shoulders. He watched the patterns that the rain made on the window, marveling at it and smiling. No matter what he did, what he made, the Creator was always a step ahead of him in terms of beautiful simplicity and infinite complexity. He liked it that way. He barely noticed when the kitchen door
I know that you guys are busy. Take your time. I've been working on this bio for a couple of weeks, now, whenever I got some free time. I'm willing to wait a couple more if that's how long it takes.
Codename: Forge
Age: 17
Detailed Description of Powers: Forge possesses a superhuman ability at invention. He can design, craft, and operate any machine that he can conceive of, without knowledge of engineering, chemistry, fabrication, or metallurgy. He merely thinks of an end product function and his subconscious mind takes over, performing most of the design and engineering process by itself without need of his input. This happens at remarkable speeds such that Forge can begin building something almost as soon as he has materials to begin an idea, his subconscious mind driving the fabrication and assembly of the device as he goes. Forge can also look at a machine and analyze it via its component parts, figuring out how it works and how to work it as well as a beginning operator. Often, Forge cannot explain how his devices work, nor can he explain the fundamental principles behind why they work. He has no more notion of how a plane flies than anyone else. Yet he can create aircraft that function with perfect aerodynamic ability.
Originally from: Oklahoma
Known Family: Naze (grandfather), father and mother of unknown name.
Physical Description: Forge stands at close to six feet in height and around a hundred eighty pounds in weight. He has the dark skin and eyes you’d expect of a Native American, as well as the narrow facial features, though his cheekbones are more Caucasian than Mongoloid, inherited from his mother’s side. His hair is long, straight, and dark, with a wicked widow’s peak, and he typically keeps it in a somewhat low ponytail so that he can slip a welding mask on easily enough. His build is somewhat athletic, though this is more from teenage metabolism and an active lifestyle than from actual workouts. This incarnation of Forge does not possess a bionic arm or leg, and, assuming his personal ethics do not change drastically, never will. No matter the clothes that he is wearing, he will always be found wearing a red head-band. This is not due to some adherence to traditional Native-American garb. He just thinks it looks cool. He also thinks that beards look cool, but he can’t quite grow one, yet.
Personality: Forge is a rather easygoing individual, with a strong moral fiber that is typically found in the naïve, even though Forge isn’t quite so innocent as he appears. He is passionate about his beliefs, and will go on for quite some time talking about them if you let him. He isn’t antisocial, mostly just quiet; though that doesn’t mean he’ll shun away from a conversation that you include him in. Forge honestly just likes people. He does like to keep an air of mystery about him, because he thinks it makes him cooler. This typically applies to his real name and his history. Forge’s sense of humor leans towards very lame jokes. Jokes along the lines of “Why don’t you have bionic parts?” “Didn’t want to pay an arm and a leg.”
Other: Forge grew up near the tribal reservation of his Cheyenne and Arapaho relatives, and was taught many of their ways and customs by his grandfather, the tribe’s shaman. Forge possesses some knowledge of wilderness survival and horseback riding.
Forge also has a great love of science fiction (not surprising given the nature of his powers, though he seems to have developed this love prior to their manifestation) and modern fantasy. He typically shuns movies within these genres for books and television series.
Bio: Forge was born in Oklahoma, nearby the Southern Cheyenne tribal reservation. His father was a physician, trained in the Cheyenne medicine tradition by Forge’s grandfather, Naze, and earning his Ph.D. elsewhere. Forge’s father didn’t attempt to shy away from Naze’s teaching, but rather personally witnessed its shortcomings and wanted to better himself so that he could better serve the people. As such, Forge had a strong relationship with both his father and his grandfather. It is from these two that he learned his strong sense of ethics; that it is a shaman’s job to serve and protect the people, to make the community better, and to help all those in need, whether they are ally or enemy.
Forge’s father instilled in him a love of the scientific, of knowledge and things yet undiscovered. His grandfather placed within him a love of the spiritual, the mystical, of things which were discovered yet could be so much more. Due to his upbringing, he does not consider these things to be conflicting. They are part of him; they make him who he is. He cannot be anything other than himself, his grandfather would tell him. He was more than the sum of his parts, his father would tell him.
In short: Forge had a great childhood, full of love and support the likes of which one does not see very often.
Forge’s powers first manifested on his parents’ old washing machine. It had broken down, and, rather than fixing it, they had simply gotten a new one. Forge took the old one and converted it into a particle accelerator, like the one that he had recently read about in his father’s Popular Science magazine. It was at that point that his father began thinking that his son was something of a prodigy; when Forge explained that he had no idea how the thing actually worked on a fundamental level, his father began thinking it was something else. The problem was solved soon after, when Professor Xavier sent an emissary to the boy’s home to recruit him into his school. Forge accepted, but wanted to say goodbye to his parents and grandfather before he left. His grandfather, understanding, gave him the name that he uses now to mark the end of a life and the beginning of a new one. Forge has been a somewhat quiet student of the Mansion for some time, now. He has been allotted a spot in the corner of the garage to be his “workshop.” He is currently working on converting one of the closets into a TARDIS-like “bigger on the inside” configuration so that he can expand his workshop.
So far, no luck in that regard. Time Lord technology is hard to come by.
And in the Interview:
Why did you choose our site?: I’ve been here forever. Not as long as Chris, but long enough. Still love the place, been entertained by it a lot, and now I want to give it some entertainment back.
What about this character do you like?: As Marvel has envisioned him over the years and the genres, not much. His canon incarnation has a lot of the personality that I’ve explained above, but only if you extract them from his motives and his actions, as I have done. The Vietnam War was a major turning point in his life, serving as a reminder of the kind of power that he has and the responsibility he has to use it wisely. As I have envisioned him, untouched by war or hardship, I like how he grips me with a passion for right and wrong that I didn’t think I could have anymore. His purity makes me feel a lot better about myself. He also gives me a chance to geek out on occasion, and potentially be useful to somebody somewhere. As it turns out, I can think of a lot more useful things for Forge to be doing than making weapons for the government. And he can think of better things, too. I’ve considered playing this character before, but I never thought I could do him justice. I probably still can’t, but if I don’t try now I probably never will.
Have you ever RPed before? Where?: Here, formerly as Desperado (who I am glad to have taken back behind the stables and shot) and currently as Havok.
Please write a sample post for the character you want below: Forge sat at his workbench and put his safety goggles on. He had already put his protective welding gear on for added protection, and idly wished that he had a blast shield for stuff like this. The bench was clear of clutter and debris; the only things adorning its surface were a steel plate, supported upright, and a long, somewhat hollow sciency cylinder with a large blue concave lens facing the plate. The cylinder was also supported on the table; ratcheted down, in fact, to its supports. It stood about three feet away from the steel plate, which was about two feet square and one inch thick.
Once he felt as protected as he was gonna get, he picked up his tape recorder in his left hand and a remote control in his right. “Repulsor test, number one,” he said into the recorder after pressing “record.” He used the thumb of his right hand to maneuver a dial on the remote down. The gesture was somewhat clumsy in his thick welding gloves. “Starting at 10% power.” He turned the recorder off and pushed the power button on the remote. The concave disk on the cylinder glowed, then cracked, then exploded.
Luckily for Forge, he had built most of the structure out of aluminum, which prevented serious injury. Regardless, his face was covered in smoke as he sat in the exact same position that he had been before the explosion, which had been so sudden that he didn’t really have time to react to it.
He leaned his head towards the recorder, his lips pursed tightly. “Preliminary tests…inconclusive.” He had no idea why he gave himself such inaccurate records of his own devices. He assumed that the somewhat humorous nature of them would help him remember exactly what happened at that point. He wouldn’t know; he rarely ever reviewed the tapes. He only recorded them because it just seemed like something he should do. He checked the wall clock for the time and found out it was nearly eleven o’clock in the morning, which meant that he’d spent yet another all-nighter-and-a-morning working on this. He looked at his Big Gulp cup and realized that he should probably go make himself some coffee if he was going to stay awake for the rest of the day. This seemed like a decent plan, so he resolved to do so. “Leaving to refuel hydraulic systems,” he said into the recorder. “Approximate time is 11:07 AM.”
He removed his goggles, his welding gloves, and his leather chestpiece, took his Big Gulp, and went upstairs to the Kitchen, so that he might procure the legendary waters of the Fountain of Life.
When he exited the Garage into the Mansion proper, the first thing he noticed was that it was raining outside. This made him smile. Of all the things that The Creator had made, rain was one of his favorites. He made his way to the Kitchen without really paying attention to his surroundings, just listening to the patter of rain on the windows. He washed his face in the sink, ten rummaged through the cabinets to find the necessary coffee making stuff and began making a pot in the large 10-cup Bunn coffee maker. As he waited, he sat down at the table next to the bay window and watched the rain, his head propped up on one hand, which was propped up on the table. With his other hand, he took his hair down, letting it just kind of drape to his shoulders. He watched the patterns that the rain made on the window, marveling at it and smiling. No matter what he did, what he made, the Creator was always a step ahead of him in terms of beautiful simplicity and infinite complexity. He liked it that way. He barely noticed when the kitchen door
I know that you guys are busy. Take your time. I've been working on this bio for a couple of weeks, now, whenever I got some free time. I'm willing to wait a couple more if that's how long it takes.