Post by ridleyaran on Nov 18, 2010 1:05:58 GMT -5
SHIELD Files
~RIDLEY damion ARAN!!
~RIDLEY damion ARAN!!
And those of you who doubted me/Are going down, down, down
The File Jacket
Name: Ridley Damion Aran
Nickname(s)/Alias: n/a
Codename: SPARTAN
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Profession: X-Man
Human Type: Natural Mutant
Faction: X-Men
Mutant Powers and Abilities:
Lygokinesis, which is the manipulation and 'manifestation' of raw energy. Through the use of his energy, he can push himself with flight and run it through his body at a limited amount to make his simple mechanics (strength, speed, reflexes) slightly heightened. Of course, these effects are only a cause of the increased energy output.
He takes his energy from something very abundant, zero point energy. It's an energy that swirls around the air as we exist. And while it stems from 'life' the energy itself has no properties of that. Ridley's mutant abilities is to take this invisible energy and use it to his own means. He has a few ways of doing so.
First, his most common attacks are small balls of energy which he can control and move at extremely high speeds. Also, these balls could be made to be quite enormous, but the larger they are, the most strain it puts on Ridley and his mutant abilities. These balls of energy range from the size of golf balls, to the size of a larger beach ball. The larger they are, the more force is behind them. But they also have a much larger strain on his body, the effects of a beach ball sized gathering of energy, straining like a long sprint, causing him to be out of breath, and to feel the strains of the power usage. If he produces two of them, or makes the ball any larger it begins to take a heavy toll on him, almost exhausting him to the point of no longer fighting after a short amount of time. The smaller, golf sized balls, are how he prefers to fight and use his energy. Much less damaging, but easier and less straining to produce. He is able to manipulate them, allowing to control them mid air (something he cannot do with the larger energy spheres) and control many of them. His limit reaching about 10, effective, energy spheres, but 11 or 12, he'd lose control...at 13 and above...he'd have little to no control, and they'd have little to no power.
The small energy balls can be changed in shape, but no change in effect happens. The smaller spheres also do about as much damage as a quarter of a stick of dynamite. The Larger energy spheres having the power of a medium size block of c4 explosive. NOTE : when the energy does hit, it's concussive and not fire and shrapnel.
Another way he prefers to use it, is to make beams of continuous energy out of his hands. These are less powerful then the balls, but are more constant, equaling it out. The fact that it's continuous is what causes it to be so weak, acting like a pushing force...such as a fire hose. They of course if contacted with a solid object will blow a hole in it, if Ridley puts enough strength in it. The beams get weaker anywhere past a range of 20 feet. They are horribly inaccurate and can't be changed direction mid air, it's a one shot straight shot. Barely used by him, he uses it more as a painful deterrent.
And the last but not least, is his shields. He can make either a portion of a shield, or a sphere of energy around his entire body. It protects from Physical contact directly, but not always from other effects attacks may have on him. . For example, if a mutant with extreme strength was to hit the shield, it would take the blow but Ridley and his shield would be sent flying, if the shield didn't break that is, which most times it would. If someone was to hit him with a fireball, the ball would explode (or dissipate) on the shield and not hit Ridley, but the heat from the ball would be exchanged through it and unto him. Of course, the more powerful a blow the shield, the less chance it has of holding up. And some hits would not be able to hold up to it at all, leaving Ridley's shields up to his faith of how strong they are...or his knowledge of what's able to break through it.
So to look at it, his shields are able to guard him from physical contact at most times, avoiding things that could cause a large amount of damage to him. But he also cannot penetrate these shields, which while are made of energy...are not unmovable. So a hit, while blocking Ridley from the contact of the hit would send him, and shield flying. Of course, most times, Ridley would prefer to avoid it if possible then trust in his energy's resiliency.
And he also posses the ability to use energy to means other then attack. He can push invisible energy behind him, to produce a high speed flight, but the more weight he carries the harder he must work and at certain weights he can not even push himself off the ground. Ridley can fly at speeds up to 500 mph at full speed, but HAS hit Mach 1 when at his full limits, such as the death of his best friend. This was a rare moment, and left him completely spent. His other talent, is to push raw energy through his body, which takes a blue color and becomes a vicious 'fire-like' aura around him. Which contains a strong gust which, depending on the ferocity, can affect his surroundings. Affects would include making lightweight items, such as paper, leaves and dirt, kick up a bit. Anybody touching him when he does this, would feel the affects of the energy, which vary from person to person. And if he concentrates hard enough, he can push energy through another person to come out with the same affects, increased mechanics and so forth, and even prolonged use would make the person feel the drug like effects of the energy.
The energy that pushes him just as it does in flight, is also what makes him stronger, pushing behind his limbs and punches, which is what increases his body mechanics most directly, allowing his body to react quicker and hit harder. Ridley, is only able to run, in full sprint at a maximum speed of an average everyday human. He in fact, is not very fast on his feet and relies his energy to move at the speeds he does. While Strength wise, he is as strong as human in great physical shape without the assistance of energy. But with the energy aiding him, he can bench press at maximum 700 pounds. At this level he can last for about ten minutes before becoming exhausted and being weakened. The energy can also alter his reflexes, allowing them to be two to three seconds faster then the normal human, and is not precognitive in any nature.
While Ridley's powers are quite powerful, they are limited by his physical body and the only way he could become more powerful, is by support from an outside source
Canon?: Original
PRETTY FACES
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 169 lbs
Any outstanding features?: Scars, several scattered around body
Appearance:
Hello THeRE
Likes:
- italian food
- redheads
- sex
- violence (doesn't shy from it, grew up around it)
- being right / winning
- children
Dislikes:
- cars
- losing
- telepaths
- attachments, relationships
- country music
Fears:
- dieing
- losing a fight
- losing his mutant abilities
Weaknesses:
- telepaths
- empaths
- pride, and ego
- emotions
Strengths:
- pridge and ego
- resilient, courageous
- street smarts
- fighter spirit
Any secrets?: Is responsible for the deaths of at least 10 different people, some accidental
PERSONALITY: Ridley's pride is undeniable and his sense of honor that will serve him even when he is at his weakest in a fight,allowing himto continue to fight. Even when it endangers himself. This mindset allows Ridley's aggressive style and blunt attitude to translate to leadership, and his thoughts towards disregard for his own well being, makes him a lead by example fighter, and in turn...can lead a group of individuals quite effectively. His pride that allows him to fight past his limits, can also endanger his own well being, putting him in danger, a good decision would otherwise allow him to avoid. This is the double edge sword of Ridley's most prominent feature.
Ridley of course, is deeper then a two dimensional figure. His life was harsh, rough and unforgiving. The very thing that made him, had destroyed him. For that, he held contempt for everything and everyone. A mutant that wouldn't hesitate to destroy the lives of others, he also had a hidden care for some others. Such as children, who he hates to see harmed. Innocents, he will not raise a hand against unless forced too. Each of these groups of people, having a resemblance to the only piece of him that felt human still. That felt, love that he remembered. These groups of people being what Ridley most directly related to the last bit of him before he lost everything.
Ridley's heart is wrapped in a cold hard steel, that only a small handful of people that can penetrate, and so is his mind. A stubborn individual he feels that just about no one, knows better then him. He is his own guide, and those who attempt to step in between him and what he believes to be the right thing will get a mouthful and sometimes, fistful, of Ridley's personal feelings on a matter.
His personality is where his major flaws lie though. Which pride and honor taking over most of his actions, he can be easily tricked into making stupid and fool hardy decisions. If one were to anger him, or...insult him in some manner....they could easily make him charge into a suicide mission, with him not having a second though about it. It's in this...that no matter how powerful, or controlled his mutant abilities might be, even the simplest of beings can take him down.
BACKGROUND:
Mother:
- Morgan Aran, deceased, 38 : Killed by Ridley After accidental Manifestation of Mutant Abilities
FATHER:
- Manuel Aran, deceased , 40 : Overdose on Sleep Medication
OTHER FAMILY:
- none:
HISTORY: Ridley was born in Queens, New York. His parents young, in love and broke. Moving into a broken apartment building, Ridley was raised by his stay at home mother, and provided for by his hard-working father.
At the age of 10, Ridley wasn't the most popular kids. And one day, a group of bullies found he was easy pickings. They beat him all the way to his front door, and then he finally got in. His mother no where to be found, young Ridley broke down. And nearly moments later, his mutant abilities emerged, causing an energy based explosion in a 30 foot radius around him. But his mother had been on her way home from shopping, just down the hall from their apartment, the blast engulfing her as well. The blast would immediately kill her, on contact. Ridley survived, and began to run, hiding in central park, thought dead as well. Hearing the news, Ridley's father would take his own life...stealing, and overdosing on sleep medication.
Ridley soon began to travel the streets. And the young, scared kid that was a lost soul, was soon the tough, hard edge Ridley. Rolling with a gang for a few months, he did for his age... some kids at higher ages weren't even capable of. At age 12, he began to grow used to the streets and officially joined the gang. At first he was intimidated by the other boys, but meeting his soon to be best friend Damion, he grew comfortable with the family that he ran the streets with. He was soon in gang brawls and getting in fights for the fun of it. His pride and ego growing with each fight, and his love and caring half diminishing with each fight.
After he learned to hold his own, never back down, and defend his pride, he began to get curious. And something he held so close to himself, he started using to his advantage. His mutant abilities. And after a few fights with minuscule use, with a weak energy ball here or there, he began to train himself with it profusely, and soon was becoming very adept with it. Of course, he still was only a kid living on the streets. His best friend Damion, who he came to grow close to over time, was soon killed in a fight Spartan had caused. Ridley held himself responsible for his friend's death...blaming it on his weak abilities and self control, when unknowing to him, it was only the result of the lifestyle he lived. It was then, that Ridley began to lash out, his abilities becoming a weapon that he'd use to hurt and maim those who had taken his friend from him.
This use of his powers and at no regret for the human well being, brought Ridley to the attention of Charles Xavier. So Charles soon set out to bring in the troubled youth. Ridley denied the help, refusing to believe he needed help from anyone. Life on the streets only got harder though, as he'd soon learn without his friend. And that was when he'd show up at the mansion. Nineteen, young, powerful, and stupid.
That was 6 year ago, since then he's become a valued member of the team, even while being one that not everyone gets along with.
ACTOR/ACTRESS USED: Sam Worthington
POST RP EXAMPLE:He had been doing this for years, almost every day. But it never got old to the mutant, he never got tired of the pure rush, the untamed sensation that the energy he could push through his body gave him. The feeling of unbridled power, even if he didn't truly have such, and the will of a thousand men, the energy fueling his mind even more then it did his body. It was a drug, one that Ridley was quite aware that he was addicted to. One that he had no intentions of stopping in this lifetime, or the next. But however powerful this feeling was, only two sensations got him more excited. Sex, and fighting.
He wasn't naked, and there sure wasn't a fine red head underneath him, so he was definitely doing the latter. Fists clenched, body tensed and only one thing on his mind, the two men in front of him. Both were quite larger then him, one at six foot, the other another six inches higher. They charged in, fists beginning to fly, venomous words only to follow. Ridley was able to duck under the first swing, a smirk gracing those lips..the next punch, caught in a hand to hand parry, his arms moving like a dance, the other man's arms snapping in the forearm.
His enemy screaming in pain, would peddle backward, soon going into shock. Ridley's body able to react quicker then the normal, block headed human...enough to change the hand of a fight in his hand, even when outnumbered. But that was when things took a turn for the worst, and an arm wrapped around his neck, cutting off air. Weakness soon coming over his body, the lack of air taking him down a notch. So now it was three on one, that was fair. Hits soon taken to the abdomen, Ridley's smaller form feeling the hits even with the energy pulsing through him. That was when he had enough, right hand moving forward and hitting the man in the chest, energy blasting him off his feet and into building's wall. That man was out for the count, and only the one choking him left.
That would be when his body would erupt with a slight concussive blast of the energy, his body the source. The man's grip unhinged and him also hitting the wall. Ridley had won this fight, and man...did he love it.
* THE face BEHIND the MASK!
Alias: Ridley
Age: 22
Gender: Male
RP Experience: 10 Years
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Rules: Yes
