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| Bobby Drake | Jul 27 2009, 08:19 PM Post #1 |
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Codename: Iceman Full Name: Robert Louis Drake Development Points: 0 Date Of Birth: 8/17/92 Gender: Male Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Blonde Height: 5'9" Weight: 175 lbs Ethnicity: Caucasian Nationality: American Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Likes: Kitty Pryde, girls, video games, pizza, iced mochas, Youtube Dislikes: School, watching the news, Professor X, Britney Spears, boybands, X-Box Character Flaws: A self-centered and arrogant attitude at times, disregarding the feelings of others. Personality: Some people love Bobby, or they hate him for who he is and his attitude, and actions since starting as one of the newest additions to the Xavier School for Gifted Children.It would be true to say that Bobby is a lucky mutant, happy with with his status as being a part of homo sapiens superior. He does not look at it as a curse, but as a blessing. He has unimaginable power, which as a result has allowed him to live an exciting existence of adventure. He has even found the regular existence of humans to be boring, static and unappealing to him. He feels that he has the best both worlds with his fledgling powers and able to change from a seemingly regular human to a being of ice, able to hide from persecuting humans. He felt that he could live and enjoy life, incognito, and not be involved in the ongoing debate of whether his people were a threat or not to mankind. But such is not the fate of ones who are shouldered with such great power, as great responsibility soon follows it. Cyclops would call him a “troubemaker” while Henry McCoy would say Bobby is a “free spirit”. It all depends on who you talk to, and how close they are, from his peers in school to his teachers who have found things to say of him. Perhaps both is true, as Bobby is a man who has the nature of questioning authority, much like his feral mentor Logan. While Logan’s philosophy is “I go where I wanna go.”, Bobby’s own mantra splits off in saying that “I must do what I feel is right.” Bobby doesn’t have a problem with following orders or guidelines constantly. Rules are fine and dandy until they don’t work anymore, and then it’s time to break them. In Bobby’s mind, the true meaning of leadership is knowing when not to give orders, and lead by example. Whether people follow that example or not, is up to them. Bobby is an outgoing, jovial person, and he still retains a childlike quality of loving to crack jokes in the middle of combat in the midst of an adrenaline rush, and occassionally playing practical jokes...on the right people. Bobby is a cocky young man as well. When successful in anything, he is not afraid to or below patting himself on the back, even out loud. Another of Bobby’s big problems is his insecurity, and his lack of self esteem brought on by his failures. He often does not look inside himself to solve his own problems, and instead lashes out at others to blame. His sometimes cocky and arrogant flamboyance is a defense mechanism to act confident when there sometimes isn’t any, not realizing how it turns some people off to him. However, when in romantic relationships, Bobby’s trademark coolness and confidence fades considerably. He begins to question his own worth and has difficulty expressing his feelings, much due to his less than perfect track record in his relationships, mostly dating back to his own failure with his very first girlfriend as a child. He often freezes up, and his tongue becomes tied, not knowing what to say or do, often worried that that the situation would end in a foul up and he would forever be alone. All in all, it’s been a handicap for him and his confidence only becomes further dented for him, with each botched relationship he experiences. Biography: The young man known as Robert Louis Drake was born on August 17th, 1992, to his proud parents William Drake, and Madelyne Beatrice Drake, in a combined Jewish and Irish Catholic household. Being an only child in the family, young Bobby enjoyed the best that his parents could offer him, and the fullest of attention and love from both of his parents. Being a retired captain in the United States Marine Corps, William Drake and his wife and son, Robert and Madelyne were able to make a comfortable living, from the salary that his Dad made from the local hardware store that he owned. Robert Drake's life seemed destined to much like any other boy, living in a town in small town America, going to school and living a child's life. Until one day in the middle of summer, Bobby fell dreadfully ill, forcing the family to cut their camping trip at their summer home in Massachusetts a bit short. Upon examinination by doctors, they discovered that the Drake boy's body could not stop shaking even when it was eighty or ninety degrees outside, and Bobby complained of being "freezing cold." He was shivering, despite wearing numerous layers of clothing, and being fed chicken noodle soap. The situation further alarmed his parents further, leading them to believe their son was coming down with pneumonia. Little did they realize the sort of radical metamorphosis was undergoing at that moment, and not the sort of changes that a teenage boy goes through during his formative years. His organ systems were systematically being desensitized to the sensations of cold, his physiology able to function, uninhibited from that point onward. For weeks, he was taken out of school, his parents bringing home loads of class work to keep upon on his studies, when convalescing in bed. One morning, the young man who would come to be known as Iceman so much as let out a fairly large sized sneeze, and the walls of his bedroom would be covered in thick sheets of ice. After his condition appeared to improve, weeks after the onset of his "pneumonia", Bobby still became withdrawn and fell into a state of depression. He began to space out in his classes, and he shied away from his classmates, afraid of possibly hurting those people who got too close to him. He took his recesses and lunch in middle school away from his school mates, eating alone at a separate table. Even his friends, he kept at arms length, as much as they pledged him support. He was worried what indeed would happen if a human being was in the vicinity of his little 'colds' and was hurt in the process. The thought of living with someone being hurt, and him being the result of it, was unbearable. The fall dance quickly was coming, and Bobby brought himself dolled up in his Sunday's best, when he could not stand the goading of his own schoolmates any longer. Staying at home and playing Playstation was beginning to grow quite old, and becoming a lonely path to tread for Drake. For the most part, he sat alone on the sidelines as a wallflower, watching his friends enjoy themselves until a young girl named Amanda approached him, with a warm smile. Her attractive dress was lovely, and simple, and her youthful slim arms felt lovely around his neck as they danced together. Here, Bobby felt like there was something indeed different. Someone who he felt in his icy heart that could be trusted, and someone he could share his frosty dilemma with without fear. At last, it seemed as though Drake's life was about to turn around, having found someone to fill his life and take away his loneliness, and give him the one thing that he turly needed to combat his uncertain situation: Love. It seemed like Bobby's life was once again on track, as Amanda and Bobby seemed to spend every spare moment together, after school and at each other's houses. But as much as it felt good to have a friend and people around him again, after his condition had fully returned to normal like nothing had happened, spiteful eyes watched them from afar, the narrow eyes of bullies who were jealous of how happy their target of redicule had become, and how the scrawny kid that had once been their source of lunch money for the day, was happy than they were. They could not wait for the chance to take Bobby's one thing that had made him happy again, and shatter the fragile sense of peace he created, as they were waiting for Bobby and Amanda, as they walked home from school together. Amanda was torn from Bobby's side, and the young child of the Drake family was pushed down into the snow, as one of the bullies, a long time tormentor of Bobby's known as Rocky tried to put his hands on his new girlfriend. The anger and rage seemed to manifest within Drake's unique genes physically, as shimmering ice covered his feet as he raised his hands towards Rocky's form, and sent silvery energy towards him, encasing him within crystalline ice within seconds. The shock and revelation of his mutant power bursting forth, and seeing her boyfriend as a statuesque form of ice, she ran off down the snowy road, screaming as well as Rocky's immature friends. Bobby Drake was something different, and new indeed, a freak maybe but few people in the world could even say for certain. The town sheriff soon arrived and took young Bobby into custody, citing the need to protect the young boy from others, and had him confined inside of a cell at fifteen years old. Although Rocky would eventually turn out to recover, thawing within two hours inside of a warm bathtub, his parents and the majority of the residents of Rosewater Park were furious, and marched out in angry and hateful force, wanting the Drake boy hung from the highest tree, not just for hurting Rocky with his newly blossomed powers, but because they were afraid of him. Witch hunts were back in style, as the sheriff and deputies held their ground at the station as angry townsfolk tried to break their way inside. A bright flash of light filled the air, as the wall of his cell seemed to explode inward, shattered by an optic blast from a redheared boy with crimson glasses, with a boy with beautiful angelic wings and a bald man in a suit, confined to a wheelchair. They were offering him his assistance, but Bobby, with his own guilty and sadness prominent wasn't going anywhere, let alone with three strangers. But moments later, the most amazing thing that Bobby had ever seen happened as time lliterally seemed to stand still, and the sounds of the angry mob outside quited down, the townsfolk frozen within midstep, even the sheriff and his deputies becoming stiller than manequins. The older man introduced himself as the reknowned professor known as Charles Xavier and explained that they were mutants, just as Bobby was, and he was a master of telepathy, even possessing the power to shut down an entire group of people's mental functions and freezing them into place. He spoke to Bobby of his loneliness and what he could offer him at his own private school, in nearby Westchester, and how he could be with children his own age and learn to develop his new mutant powers of manipulating ice. And at the same time, his parents would be safe from subsequent hate and hostilities from the mutant fearing crowds. It was an offer that Bobby could not refuse, to say the least, despite his earlier resistance. Within moments, the Professor brought his psychic faculties to bear, culling the information about Bobby Drake's existence as a mutant, except from his parents. The townsfolk were awakened from their stupor as the four of them drove from Rosewater in the Professor's Rolls Royce, stupified about their actions and why they were there. Upon his arrival in Westchester, Bobby enrolled as a freshman in high school, in the nearby town of Westchester, New York, where many students from Professor Xavier's Institute for Gifted Children also went to receive practical education in real world skills, ones that the limited faculty of Xavier's could not provide. Over the next six months, the young Bobby Drake began to hone his mutant powers, and adopted the codename of "Iceman" appropriately, and began to relax and at least feel like he could be himself again, and began to sink back into his much loved niche of grabbing his friends and teacher's attention through jokes and mischief. He finally felt happy, and he looks towards the future with a smile, joined by his new friends in making the world a better place, and paving the way for the day when mutants would at last reveal themselves. Mutant Level: ( Filled by Admin ) Mutant Ability As thermodynamics indicates, cold is the absence of heat, or kinetic energy. And since Iceman does not emanate cold, but rather absorb and dispel heat. In actuality, his powers are actually a psionic manipulation of energy, and not manipulation of air moisture as Bobby currently believes them to be, known only to Professor X by probing into the vast recesses of his young cerebellum. First and foremost, Bobby has the superhuman ability to lower his external and internal body temperature, projecting intense coldness from the body, by overriding the brain’s hypothalamus, which normally regulates the body’s temperature. It is not known how, or what mechanism by which he can override the workings of the hypothalamus. Fortunately, his internal organs and tissue are unaffected by the subzero temperatures of his body, thanks to his mutation. As he consciously lowers his body temperature from normal to negative 105 degrees fahrenheit in tenths of a second, moisture in the air freezes and hardens on his skin, covering his entire body. With his years of practice, Bobby is now able to control the intensity of the coldness of his body to a harder, more crystalline ice, of a strength to possibly make small caliber firearm ammunition ricochet off his body. In addition, he can also see beings due to the heat signature they give off, in a sort of vision into the infared spectrum, simply because of the absence of heat around him. He can also create his own weapons as well, including thousands even of projectiles if he so desires, as well as slides to allow him to move around the battlefield on his frictionless body or to create shields to protect himself. He is also able to temporarily to temporarily add the mass of a body of water to increase his own mass and size, enhancing his strength and durability beyond normal human levels. Occasionally, he would augment his ice form with sharp adornments to his shoulders, elbows, knees and fists. He can survive not only as sentient ice, but also sentient water and vapor, in a gaseous state. Needless to say, wherever there is water, as there is everywhere, Bobby Drake is a threat and any force intending to deal with him in physical combat would be wise to take notice of that. Theoretically, Drake has an almost unlimited supply of moisture at all times since it is always present in the surrounding air or environment. Even desert air has sufficient moisture content for him to make practical use of, although the process takes somewhat longer. However, the mental effort needed to employ his mutant power can eventually fatigue him and render his freezing ability temporarily dysfunctional. Like that of any trained athlete, the Iceman's ability to perform is directly related to his daily physical health and current mental state. Under normal conditions, he can usually form ice continually for a period of about 3 hours before becoming exhausted. Bobby is completely vulnerably to psychics. His mind is an open book, so to speak, for telepaths to read what is going on in his mind, and if necessary, subdue him. In particular, some of the more higher level telapaths such as Emma Frost and Professor Xavier could make him go to sleep at a single command, and Drake would have no such defense against such suggestion. Writing Sample The young psionic energy manipulator just continued to sit there, leaning forward a bit more to the protest of his own aching muscles. He rested his roundish face in the palms of his pressed together hands, as he looked at Kitty as she spoke to him. The stones underneath him that made up the floor of the balcony that him and the young Shadowcat were resting on, began to hurt a little as they seemingly intended to chat it up until dawn. But perhaps Drake's body was so numb that he wasn't beginning to really feel yet, or perhaps he was truly lost in Kitty's chocolate eyes, concerned about what she was saying. His sapphire colored eyes seemed to sparkle under the moonlight, as he blinked a bit, and bit into his lip. "Well, that sucks, Kitty. I mean, nobody is supposed to be alone all the time." He should know, seeing as he was becoming the "crazy and not-so-old wizard" of the Xavier Institute. He didn't have many friends at the school anymore, having even become withdrawn from Warren and Hank. His life routine had been truncated to class, working for a few hours, rushing through homework, playing his games for a disproportionate amount of time, and then sleeping. Downing coffee, getting up and then repeating the cycle with hints of fatigue leaking through in class time. The younger kids were even calling him "The Guru", because they asked him more often than not about gaming advice, from where the 87th Skulltula was on Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time was (to which Bobby would reply to in a microsecond without looking up from his laptop screen) to how to clear the first Resident Evil in less than three hours, with an A rating. 'Read my freakin' guide on Gamefaqs, FFS!' would be his reply for that. Maybe IGN could take notice of him and offer him a job, so he didn't have to dress down anymore when he took his shifts at the Coffee-A-Go-Go in downtown Westchester. The life of a hardcore gamer demanded funding. And some burritos and chocolate milk to go with it. "I mean, video games and internet gets boring after a while. And just focusing on school blows. You miss talking with other people. And then you see the romantic movies, where you see the guy and girl kiss and be happy with each other, and think, 'Nah, that will never happen to me.' It's like life just kicks your butt out the door and out of your social coma." He chuckles a little bit, almost at much at what he was saying in such colorful language as he was at Kitty's reaction, and how red her youthful face was becoming as a result. He licks over his lips, finding himself lost for breath after his long schpiel. He too was rambling a bit. Just as Kitty was earlier. It was almost bizarre how alike him and young Katherine Pryde truly were. He felt comfortable with her, and perhaps that was why he felt he could share the darkest, intricacies of his childhood with her. The fact that he was chased down by an angry mob of people who wanted him dead for freezing a local boy in town, a merciless bully who had terrorized Bobby for years, was a confidential fact that few people outside of himself and Professor Xavier even knew of. But yet, he felt safe disclosing those facts to Kitty. He just knew somehow, that she would understand. He wanted to to share that ability, that confidence that he had, to tell someone close to him when something was bothering him. He had kept things bottled up inside of him for a long time, pressured by his own military father to 'suck it up and deal with things'. It was difficult, not being able to find catharsis for the trauma of what had happened to him, to confirm to some stupid societal ideal. He wouldn't wish that on his worst enemy, least of all Kitty. "But seriously, if you have something on your mind that's bothering you, talk to the Professor about it. He's good with helping people with stuff like that." He then grinned a little bit, his eyes narrowing a bit as he looked at Kitty in a flirtaceous way, with his handsome features, in a fashion he was certain she had never seen before. A an almost 'bedroom' look in his eyes. A sultry look of desire, as if Bobby had enough of just merely admiring Kitty's good looks, as his youthful hormonally charged mind was quickly wandering into the gutter, with his new female companion as the main subject. "Or, you can talk to me about it. I don't have a therapy degree. But my sessions would be more interesting. And I don't charge much. Just one game on multiplayer on Goldeneye on N64 for it." Snap. The one game he probably couldn't lose at, having grown up, practically with that game in his hands. He wondered if Kitty had even heard of the game, as it been like twelve years since it came out, or if she'd balk at the idea of putting a controller into her hands and playing a video game. Most girls he'd known were more interested in dolls, and when the next clearance sale was at the nearest shoe store. He hoped she wouldn't complain about cracking a nail on the gaudy N64 controller. He was really starting to like her, after all. Of course, he'd have to pick Oddjob and just run around, shooting at her in the legs until she died or something. Kitty was special. He just knew it. Perhaps someday, he'd show her his own blue-white glistening skin of his ice form. They were just laughing it up a bit, over the more concept of them playing video games together, when the alarm on Bobby's wristwatch went off, distracting them from their conversation in the clouds. His eyes moved to look at the time, and his eyes widened. It was freaking three o'clock now in the morning. He had been having such a good time just socializing, and who knows how long he had really even been there, conversing with Kitty. "Oh my god. The time. Need at least some beauty sleep, or we'll never be able to get up tomorrow, right?" Grunting slightly, the young man of ice slowly pushes himself off the floor, his nerves alive with fatigue from sitting on rocks. He then reaches down as Kitty takes his hand into his own, and he helps her up to feet. Her hand was deliciously warm in his own, as he still held onto it, long after they had stood eye to eye with each other. They were so close, so near to him that she could likely feel the soft breeze of his icy breath against her form. Just a few more inches, and he could reach out, if he wanted to, and touch her lips with his own. Tonight. But he wanted to save it. He didn't want to spook her off, by going too fast. Besides, she might not even like him. It wouldn't be the first time a girl didn't. His thumb brushed comfortingly over her smooth skin, his lips parting as he tried to think, amongst the drumming of his heart. "I'm glad to have met you...Kitty." And with his brightest most, perfect of his smiles, he gently squeezed her hand, before gently letting go of it. He turned away from her slowly, and he walked away from her slowly, his confidence increasing after opening the door to the balcony, and his sneakers creaking a bit on the solid oak floors of the prestigious mansion's floors. It didn't take him long to return to his bedroom. He was glad that at the moment he didn't have a room mate, not wanting to disturb people with his comings and goings. As he looked at his laptop's screen, he realized that he had gone down to almost the end of his two hundred plus song playlist on iTunes. He really had been gone a long time. At last, he powered the computer down, and he looked out of the glass paned window, the full harvest moon shining it with coruscating beams of light. His room was on the fourth floor, and could see the start of the forest, not far from the ground. He could almost see Kitty's angelic face reflected back in the glass at him. A smile came over his lips, as he brushed stray strands that fallen over his forehead aside. He felt smitten. Like he was possessed, even. He had much in common. He too felt homesick once, and still did. But things were better this way, as he had said and told himself. As he looked out across the New York night sky, he imagined his mother's face standing at a similar window, as she looked out the window of his Dad and her bedroom, wondering if he was allright and when they'd be reunited. His hand touched the glass softly, his eyes seeming to softly glisten like crystal. "Goodnight, Mom." His bed, and dreamland were waiting for him. Pictures: ![]() Edited by Bobby Drake, Jul 28 2009, 12:01 AM.
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| Rogue | Jul 27 2009, 09:05 PM Post #2 |
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Hi hun, i don't need to introduce myself so i'll just get to it The uh birth dates don't match so hes either 7 or 17. Codename/full name isn't filled out. In likes and dislikes, Bobby hasn't met Rogue yet so cant list that. The brotherhood isn't up and running yet, Mags is still at the school teaching and technically Kitty is a bit emo fyi. In the Bio the only problem i really have is the sentinel program hasn't started yet, it will be established after Weapon X is dissolved. Bobby is an Alpha level mutant not Omega. And in his powers I think anything mentioning his immortality or regeneration should be scrapped, yes his powers will develop but not to that level in ultimates. In the sample RP there are alot of characters that we don't have, so referring to them as at the mansion is a little confusing. Also there are no X-uniforms as yet, again they will be distributed when the sentinel program starts up to shield the X-Men, access to the sub levels is restricted unless accompanied by an Adult and bobby hasn't had much training (if any) yet. Plus if your going to state that a played member is injured than you have to ask her, otherwise its god modding. |
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| Rogue | Jul 28 2009, 06:30 PM Post #3 |
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I am delighted to say ![]() Your Dorm is B-17 You can check the location of your room in the Mansion Map |
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