Post by beacon on Apr 7, 2008 15:17:50 GMT -5
The Character
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Cannon or your own: My own
Copyright (Marvel/DC/ect): Mine
Characters civilian name: Mackenzie Marie Stevens
Code names/Aliases: Beacon, Mack
Class [Superhero, Vigilante, Mercenary..ect]: Superhero
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Gender: Female
Age: 25
Apparent Age: 21
Hair: Auburn
Eyes: Green
Height and weight: 5'10 , 132 lbs.
Appearance: Mack has the appearance of a woman in the prime of her life. Thanks to a strict exercise regime, she is in top physical condition, the contours of her body laced with muscle. Her auburn hair, no doubt one of her trademarks, is often kept barely shoulder length, if not a bit shorter. Her eyes, a piercing jade, are heavily lidded and seem to speak of secrets that all should wish to know. Beacon’s uniform, when she is in uniform, is simple. It’s merely a black catsuit of sorts that, shall we say, clings to her. It is fitted with kevlar and was given to her the moment that she was drafted. All in all, Mack has the build of an average woman. She does, however have her ears pierced twice plus her left cartilage, as well as the Chinese symbol for individual on her left shoulder blade in green, black phoenix on her right side.
Picture [if available]:
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Super Powers: Plasma blasts (green in color) that literally appear to shoot out of her hands. These blasts are green in color, and have the ability to cut through eight feet of steel. They are heated, but their temperature is not known. The blasts themselves have varying degrees of effect, as she is still developing her control. Beacon can use these plasma blasts in order to attack or defend, depending on the situation. Beacon also possesses superhuman strength, something that she still feels as though she cannot fully control. But, in her prime she is able to lift nearly 30 tons, but that is in a dead lift. This superior strength grants her the slightest bit of resistance against physical attacks, as her body, along with her strength, seems to be a bit stronger than the normal human’s. Still, She is also a self-propelled flier, flying at a maximum of ninety-seven miles per hour.
Learned Abilities: Mackenzie has a Bachelor’s degree in Journalism, with a minor in computer software. She is highly skilled with computers, which allows her some degree of knowledge regarding hacking, but alas she is a novice at the art. Mackenzie is also skilled in hand to hand combat, as she took private lessons through a local facility in her hometown wherein the sensei was proficient in a number of arts. She is also a skilled gymnast, as she spent a great number of hours pursuing the art throughout her teens.
Equipment: Her handy laptop, that she built herself that is lightweight, untraceable and requires a scan of her thumb before it will even open. Beacon also has a black 1968 Chevrolet Camaro that her brother reconditioned for her. It isn’t exactly street legal, if you catch my drift.
Weaknesses (Must Have): Beacon, like any human, is susceptible to harm. While she is less apt to be harmed by physical attacks (unless they are particularly aggressive), she can be hurt by bullets or other strong powers. She is extremely vulnerable to psychic attacks.
Background: Mackenzie was born the only and youngest daughter of a large family in urban Indianapolis. Her father, a renowned chef, and her mother, a cheeky manager, made a perfect pair in an upscale restaurant downtown. Therefore, Mac was practically raised by her oldest brother, Jack. Her other three brothers, Harley, Wesley, and Eric, were all at least three years older than Mackenzie, and she wasn't really close to any of them. Mackenzie was known as the nerdy girl on the block, excelling in school and graduating high school at the age of sixteen. Mack was quite the overachiever, joining her brothers at the local Dojo of sorts. She, like her brothers, began studying at a very young age, and she merely continued to progress. Quite the busybody, Mack even became involved in gymnastics, traveling as far as twelve hours away to compete with girls her own age. She was basically left to herself all through her adolescence, as her mutation didn't develop until she'd graduated from high school and had started her freshman year at Indiana University. That's when her life changed.
Thankfully, Mackenzie was able to hide this 'gift' of hers from everyone, practicing enough when she went to the local park so that she was able to keep everything under wraps. She got her Bachelor's Degree in Journalism in only three years and rushed to start her career. She was nearly twenty years old when she was mugged in a darkened alley on the wrong side of the tracks. Her powers surfaced and she killed her attacker. Later it was decided that it was in self defense, and since no one was sure about how she'd killed the man, no charges were brought against her. Mackenzie looked at the world around her and decided that a change was in order. She was a mutant, hated, feared and loathed, and knew that her life would never again be the same since she'd told her family the truth. So, she left her job at the newspaper and moved east and landed in NYC. Round and round the world went, and eventually found herself in Westchester. Mackenzie started her new life as a freelance writer and as an X-Man.
Thankfully, it was with the help of Charles Xavier that she managed to learn to control her abilities even more so. The kind man was a gentle soul, and merely prodded her in the right direction. But, just as things seemed to settle down for Mackenzie, her life completely changed. She finally managed to procur a position with a number of companies as a freelance journalist when the world came to an abrupt halt. War was on the horizon and she feared for her family’s safety. Drafted when officials asked the X-Men for help, Beacon found that she was wanted both on and off the battlefield. While on it she was helpful, but at least off of it she was merely a propaganda-pusher. Using her talents as a journalist, she worked side by side with others in helping rouse support for the war in any which way that she could.
Yet, now that the war is coming to an end, she wonders if it was all for the right cause.
Personality : Mac is very laid back and down to earth. She loves reading and writing, and is known for her nerdy one-liners and love of historical fiction. She loves to talk, and is often rambling on and on about simply nothing. She can be somewhat up and down sometimes, as she sometimes lets things get to her. She doesn't trust very easily, but considers everyone a friend unless they prove to her that they are not worth her time. Mac's very witty and intelligent and loves people that are open and relaxed around her.
Other: I am using slightly altered images of Natasha Romanova to represent Beacon, if that is acceptable.
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Brief Sample Roleplay
She tucked a strand of auburn hair behind her right ear as her eyes remained focus on the paper laid out on the table before her. The news these days, it seemed, held nothing but darkness and grief. No matter how far they’d come, it felt as though they were always taking two steps back. One moment it seemed as things would fall perfectly into place, and the next it would all fall apart yet again. It just didn’t seem fair.
“Need a fill up?” The waitress, a heavy-set woman in her late fourties, lingered near Mackenzie’s booth with the pitcher of water grasped tightly in her right hand. With a mere nod, Mack signalled that she would like a fill up and watched as the woman quickly replenished her nearly empty glass. “Ready to order yet, or are you just going to sit there?”
Jade eyes narrowed as she forced her gaze to the woman and merely shook her head. “No, I think I’m good for now.” A forced smile curled her lips slightly as she watched the waitress walk away. Her eyes seemed to follow the disappearing woman’s back until they rested on the far wall, where a number of old newspaper articles and pictures seemed to litter a huge pegboard. Despite the distance, she could clearly see a picture of Superman with a dart sticking provocatively out of his chest, as well as a picture of Captain America with a horrible moustache crudely drawn.
Sighing, the young woman slid out of the booth and threw a bill on the table before folding up the newspaper and stalking out of the small diner without even once looking back. It seemed that no matter how many lives they’d all saved during the traumatic WWIII, there would always be people that would never be happy.
“I wasn’t hungry anyways,” she decided, even as her stomach growled.
