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| Geist | Nov 29 2010, 02:49 AM Post #1 |
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![]() ![]() Play By: Hal Sparks ![]() Full Name: Bradley Arthur Davis Codename: Geist Nicknames/Aliases: Bad Brad, Bad, Baddie, Arthur, Artie, Ecto Age: 22 Birthday: December 18th Ethnicity/Race: Italian-American Height: 5'7" Weight: 148 lbs Eyes: Gray, they glow a pale green when he uses his powers however Hair: Black, style varies, usually gelled into a spikey shape. Features: None ![]() Personality: Bradley Arthur Davis, or Geist, is a complex individual. At his base, he is a good natured kind of guy but his intentions and forms of kindness can get lost in translation. Having grown up smarter than those around him and growing up faster than those around him, he was teased a lot and had to develop a tough exterior and strive to outshine those around him to stand on equal or higher footing than them. He has a dependency on being needed and thus goes out o f his way to try and be accepted or help others. At the same time he never really fit in being younger and still above the others he knew. He attempts to dumb himself down to fit in better, only showing his intellect when he wants to teach someone something or it' necessary. He always found people to be turned off by someone who was smarter than them and just wound up getting laughed at and poked fun at. Because of that he hates mentioning or having how smart he is being brought up. He doesn't need the flattery. It's also taken him years but he is also proud to be a gay man, something that he always viewed as yet another set back in his quest for acceptance but something he can't change about himself and wouldn't if he could. However it is odd because of his tough exterior he has trouble letting other people get close to him and comes off as emotionally distant or walled up. He tries to always do the right thing even when it gets him in trouble or causes complications for himself. His foresight is exceptional and he plans out just about everything and then dedicates himself to his plans whole heartedly only straying slightly when deviation is necessary. As a surgeon and doctor he developed a more morbid sense of humor and outlook on life. He got used to fighting over injured people for a good surgery and chance to stick his hands deep into someone's cavities to fix them up. He's killed people through accidental actions or unseen complications and has gotten used to the fact that not everyone can be fixed but the least he can do is try. He frequently jokes about things a lot of normal people would label as inappropriate. As for being a mutant, He came to get over that a long time ago and relishes his luck at being part of the evolution. He does hate having to hide however. the few people he revealed his abilities to recoiled in fear and found their ways out of his life, keeping the secret but not being able to handle the 'problem'. Geist enjoys his powers for the most part and would use them at the drop of a hat and does when he is safe in doing so. He also prefers to go by his middle name, it sounds cooler and he hopes that it might make people not realize who he is. ![]() Power Name: Ectoplasmic Generation and Control Power Type: Mental and Physical Power Description: Ectoplasmic Shaping and Solidification Ghost’s powers are relatively complicated. He has the ability to produce a semi matter semi energy substance from his orifices and pores. He calls this substance Ectoplasm. It is a pale whitish-green substance. It is part liquid part gas before it solidifies. It is also a form of ‘cold’ energy at the same time. The ectoplasm is usually expelled from his mouth in mass quantity and used from there but he is able to push the substance out of his pores through his skin and manipulate it all the same. He is able to shape it freely for up to 30 seconds after it is expelled. Because it is part energy he is able to manipulate it telekinetically. He can create complex or simple shapes and constructs as long as he is aware of what he is doing ( for example he can’t make a car because he has no idea how to construct one, but a crude moving vehicle is possible or a replacement piece to a car if he sees what shape he is to form). Once he either wills it or after 30 seconds, the excess gas like particles recede into the shape and the entire construct hardens into a solid form. This means it is a good idea for Geist to know what he is making before he expels the ectoplasm. Ectoplasm then holds that form for up to 3 hours afterward, at the 3 hour mark the construct quickly unravels and loses its structural integrity, dissolving into a crystalline form not unlike sugar that then blows away in the breeze and evaporates into nothingness. He can also freely dissolve any ectoplasmic construct he creates within 200 feet of him. He can also expel a gaseous version of the substance that is simply shape-able for a short period before it dissipates. This version takes to being super charged with the caustic energy much better than the semi liquid form (see below). Ectoplasmic Bonding - Now to talk of ectoplasm’s unique properties. Ectoplasm has the ability to copy the molecular and atomic structure of any solid substance it is introduced to while in its liquid-gas-energy state. This means that it copies the structural properties of the object but not all of them. For example, if introduced to steel, it will be as hard as steel and have its malleable properties as well, able to be bent by any force adequate to bend solid steel. It’s density is also similar to the substance it connects with but not its weight. It weighs far less than any substance with its mass should. When it bonds at the molecular level with a particular substance allowing it to temporarily fix and bond with a broken object (or organ) and act similarly to it in this form. For example if a sword was broken in half, Geist could apply ectoplasm to either broken end of the two halves and shape it into the corresponding broken half. In fact shaping and fixing things is far easier to do than crafting something from his imagination or with his hands because the substance can tap into psychic impressions of objects or beings and can easily shape functional pieces of its own accord with the will of Ghost behind it. That same sword’s two halves could create two fully functional swords of the same shape. This is how it got its name, being able to create ghostly replicas of things. Multiple part machines however are beyond the substance's ability to recreate by this method currently however. Ectoplasm can fuse to itself no matter what it is emulating. Because of his knowledge of the body, Ghost can create fully functional temporary body parts given the concentration. This process is aided by the substance’s ability to mimic psychic impressions. Ectoplasmic Propulsion - Geist is able to expel mass quantities of ectoplasm at a time now after so many years of having his powers. He can also propel the substance out at high speed (160 mph [I went with the fastest tennis serve on record and upped it just a bit for something humanly believable] from his mouth in the form of small bullets or aerodynamic projectiles. He can also shape the substance and harden it on its way out of his mouth or even while still in it and he can command it to dissolve mentally from a distance of 200 feet. While producing ectoplasm from his mouth, Geist can’t breath but he does not need to exhale while doing it meaning he can keep producing the substance for as long as he can hold his breath (about a minute and 14 seconds). He is also able to push the substance from his sweat glands in a much lesser fashion, allowing him to coat his body in a layer of armor if he wanted to or to produce a temporary senseless extra layer of skin. He also can’t move an object telekinetically once it is hardened. Energy Properties - Now for the energetic properties of the substance. Ectoplasm glows faintly at all times. Being partially made of energy at all times, ectoplasm gives off an energy signature similar to radiation and electricity (sort of like a microwave) but does not produce heat, in fact just the opposite, it feels cold. If he gives it enough effort and sufficient force, ectoplasm can harm objects far more than they help. If given the ability to melt and be made more energy than matter, the substance dissolves and evaporates in the same amount of time it would solidify meaning 30 seconds after expulsion. This however strains Ghost’s body a bit and feels highly unpleasant and cannot be done for an extended period of time but can be done several times in rapid succession. This form acts as a caustic energy, melting and eroding instead of exploding or coursing through other things. This form is differentiated by its much brighter glowing. The energy is powerful enough to eat through most mundane things in a matter of seconds but the melting is easily controlled by controlling the path of the substance. In its solid form, ectoplasm gives off a magnetic field of sufficient enough power to distort and tamper with electrical It slowly loses its charge as its half life goes along meaning, that the object apparently uses up its energy slowly over a 3 hour span and then falls apart meaning this substance apparently only holds a solid form as long as it has energy in it like a battery. Brad is immune to the damaging effects of ectoplasm and cannot manipulate the electromagnetic field it gives off at all. Power Weaknesses: Ectoplasm is soluble in water and is dissolved in a matter of minutes after being introduced into water. It dissolves slowly becoming structurally weak mere seconds after being introduced. It's almost like dissolving a pillar of salt really. In addition the substance currently cannot split apart and work on multiple objects with a singular expulsion, increasing the amount of time it takes to produce a finished product composed of multiple parts. Each step of the way must be planned before hand but ue to his intellect and strategy skills as well as his organizational skills this generally does not pose a problem for him. Ectoplasm also, though harder than steel, is not indestructible. Sufficient force can shatter it into pieces like anything else. Some forms of energy also seem to have a significant effect on its molecular bonding as well like high frequency electromagnetic energy, not too unlike that which it gives off in the first place actually, can distort or warp it and if being controlled could rip it asunder. Prolonged exposure to high voltage electricity also seems to diminish its 3 hour lifespan to less than 10 minutes. Ectoplasm is no better than the substance which it is imitating either when it is being used to emulate something and make temporary fixes, thus exposure to anything detrimental to the substance being manipulated or reintroducing it to the same phenomena that broke it in the first place will result in a destroyed object all over again. Brad is also limited by his own imagination as to what he can actually create, thusly a stunted opinion or short sighted view can prove to be a barrier to doing something great. Evolution of the Power Ectoplasm's life span will steadily increase as Brad becomes more familiar with manipulating and producing the substance. He will also eventually be able to split one expulsion into multiple pieces to get more done in one go. He will also gain the ability to supercharge ectoplasm for a longer period of time making it capable of powering electronic devices or keep a person alive by pushing an excessive amount of what is similar to bioelectricty into them in a non harmful way. In addition the hardness of solidified Ectoplasm will increase as Geist gets more skilled and practiced with compacting the material, eventually making constructs comparable to diamond but still not as good as say adamantium. This process will however take more refined expulsions of ectoplasm and thus take longer time to produce at that. One of ectoplasm's future and darkest elements will be its ability to animate things it is a part of even going so far as to be able to animate the dead. Ghost will be able to control and command these things but he will find the practice on dead bodies utterly atrocious, too close to stepping on the toes of a god. Power Name: Flight Power Type: Mental and Physical Power Description: Ghost can also take to the air at subsonic speeds able to speed along faster than most road vehicles at around 250 mph for short bursts but a sustainable cruising speed of around 150 mph or less. The source of this ability is unclear but it is believed that his cells produce a repulsive form of energy giving him lift and propulsion through the same method that strengthens them and gives him excessive superhuman durability. His glowing eyes protect them from harm, the caustic energy burning away all irritants as he flies. Power weaknesses: Ghost's body though highly durable, was not built for prolonged high altitude flight. His body is capable of withstanding the cold of the upper reaches of the sky to some degree because of the temperature of ectoplasm, but his respiratory system cannot garner a sufficient amount of oxygen to keep him conscious for more than about 10 minutes above the clouds. Also despite the ability to withstand the cold, his body's overall functionality is diminished once it gets cold and he is still able to feel the frigid temperature, simply able to function in it better than a normal person. Power Name: Superhuman Durability and Stamina Power Type: Physical Power Description: Ghost's body possesses a great durability able to withstand large amounts of wear and tear as well as damage and is much more difficult to damage than your average person. His cellular structure is composed of cells designed to produce excessive amounts of ectoplasmic energy and because of this are stronger and more durable. His skin is thicker than a normal person and very difficult to bruise or cut into. It is not bullet proof or impenetrable, just more difficult to harm and takes more to tire out. This durability is present in all of his cells down to the marrow. Power weaknesses: His body is not bulletproof or impenetrable and is still capable of being damaged it just takes more force or effort to get through than a normal person, being struck with a bat still hurts him just not nearly as much as it would your normal person. He is simply more likely to get up after being thrown through a wall than random guy a off the street. and less likely to cut himself in the kitchen by accident. Mosquitoes also have yet to bite through his skin since his powers developed. ![]() Hometown/Birthplace: Des Moines, Iowa Skills and Talents: He is a licensed medical doctor (surgically trained but his surgical education is incomplete but he is well versed in general surgery and trauma). Other than that, he is a skilled sculptor having picked it up long ago and doing it now to help the dexterity of his hands for surgery. He also has minor self defense skills picked up in college to defend himself from the predators on a college campus. Genius level intellect though he rarely likes to show it off or even mention it. (Like seriously bringing it up pisses him off) Occupation: Ex-Surgical Resident, Biology Teacher(at the academy), X-man Education: Graduated from High school valedictorian at the age of 15, Attended college at Harvard and did a year at Harvard Medical school before transferring to Stanford Medical school to graduate in the top 5% of his class at the age of 20. Surgical internship in a California Hospital and Residency in a New York Hospital until expulsion from the program. Affiliation: X-men Family: Mother: Amy Davis (Deceased) Father: Arthur Davis (Deceased) Foster Parents Gerald and Lilah Evans Friends: Ex-Boyfriend - Joshua Hardley Enemies: Normal everyday people who fear or hate mutants, a few families of these in NYC who were in the hospital the day he saved their family or friends with his ability. History: Bradley Arthur Davis was born on December 18th 1987 to a pair of parents that loved each other quite a lot. He was their second child of three. He was raised well enough and grew up smart as all hell. In fact, he was smart enough to skip two grades first 3rd grade then again in 6th grade. The gulf war was a tough time for him because his father left to fight in the war and he came back changed. His father had post traumatic stress disorder from the war and came back to a life that was not suited for a warriors mind. He would have episodes of anger and hit his wife Amy. He did however have enough wherewithal to never strike his children lucky for them. Until one day he took it too far when Adam was 13. He hit his wife and then proceeded to choke her for a period of time until she was nearly blue in the face. He came out of his rage with enough time to call 911 to get his wife to the hospital, unfortunately she was brain dead, she had seized in the ambulance, which resulted in this loss of neurological function. Unable to cope with a world without his wife and with children that looked at him with contempt and fear, he committed suicide. This left all three children alone. The eldest was only 15 at the time not old enough to raise the three or even get himself emancipated thus the children went to a foster home. They were one of the lucky cases to have siblings grouped together. Brad however was only able to avoid the loss of their parents. He cried all the same and blamed his lack of knowledge for both of their deaths. If he had known what to do he could’ve saved his mother and if he’d have known how to help with his father’s episodes. And none of this would’ve happened. He blamed himself and so did his older brother for that matter though he only ever said it once and apologized for it soon after. That 13th year would prove to be a long one for Brad. Soon after his parents died he woke in his new foster home one night after having a bad dream, and because he couldn’t breathe. He gasped awake and when he did floating above him was his parents in a ghostly pale tinted green gas of some sort. He didn’t scream. He didn’t move. He just watched as it floated there for a few seconds before it just faded away. He knew better than to disregard the episode. It was real and it had come from him. Every night for a week the same thing happened, the only thing that changed was the images. Each image had to do with what he had been dreaming about before he awoke because of lack of oxygen. He devised that this occurrence was somehow related to his breathing and so began trying to exhale whatever it was. It didn’t work at first but soon he become frustrated at his own stupidity. He had to look ridiculous and all he wanted was to see this greenish pale mist. That’s when he sighed instead of getting angry. Anger was the device that had ruined his life. In his exasperation and want, he felt a strange sensation in his throat and in his cheeks as they tingled and it felt like a cold mucus was seeping into his mouth and he let whatever it was flow out of his mouth and fall to his hand. It did just that and a glob of ectoplasm sat in his hand for a few seconds before it turned hard and held its shape. Being a curious young aspiring scientist now, Brad experimented with whatever it was in private. He found he could shape the stuff like really strange silly putty and that it would hold that shape for a while. He picked up sculpting in school after this in order to perfect his skill at dealing with the stuff. It was all an experiment to him at first. He started working out the kinks with it and by the next year he knew how to shape it with his mind into nearly anything he wanted. it was also this year that he realized his burgeoning sexuality. While all of the other boys were chasing after girls and talking about the things they wanted to do with them, he was more interested in the guys doing the talking. His eyes would linger on their exposed bodies and it became glaringly obvious to him hearing all the gay jokes and things and realizing that he wanted to try and do those things and watch them and fantasized about certain guys doing them with each other. He decided to try and keep it to himself until he graduated and then see what was out there. He also studied his little ass off. Within the next three years, Brad had graduated high school at 16 years old and entered into Harvard med school thanks to several scholarships thanks to his dead parents and even more because of his brains. He had also figured out so much about his ability and had gotten better and better at using it too. He could do no wrong, which pushed his siblings farther and farther away from him. They rarely saw each other and there he was 17 and a sophomore in college. Outdoing them both and seeming so far away from them when they got together at holidays. He had outgrown them. Simple as that he told himself and then pushed the appalling thought from his head. How could he think that about the only people he had left? he struggled to keep the relationships alive with his brother and sister. He then went on to graduate as top of his class again from Harvard and entered their medical Gradate program. Eventually he graduated from there, 3rd in the class due to some much needed break time for some of it but still there at the top. He had also reached a new height in the use of his powers. He could do so much with it. It was just purely amazing and yet everyone he had shown it to had left him out of fear. So he went back to keeping it a secret for the longest time. Eventually he had a solid grasp on his abilities and was able to use it in secret with little fear of being caught. His years as a surgical intern were fascinating and filled with several wonderful and difficult surgeries and many deaths as any surgeon’s are. He was viewed as the top intern in his program and was even thought to be the next chief of surgery at any place he ended up at in a few years. He became a resident and went on as the best for just over a year until one day. This day not too long ago, a man came in utterly mangled in his midsection, and was going to wind up dead. This man was a veteran and he and his wife were happy together and were unable to have children so they had become foster parents. They had two children in their care at the time and he was going to die if something wasn’t done. It was a busy day for the OR that day. This man was damaged from a train wreck and thus there were several other people ahead of him for surgery with other less severe but treatable injuries. Brad felt for this man because his story was far too close to his own for comfort. He couldn’t let this man die. Not after what had happened to him and watch a family grieve and fall apart. This time he could save the man. He had the power if he would just use it. He asked the wife’s permission to save her husband. He explained that it would be a very unorthodox and different treatment. It would just be temporary fix until they could get her husband into surgery and get him fixed properly. She agreed to it as long as it would save her husband. So in the middle of a crowded ER, behind a curtain, Brad used his ectoplasm to refill this man’s chest cavity and repair his organs for a short time in order to buy him time. He couldn’t give the man much more than that without healthy live organs or machines. The woman and her children were less than prepared and so they screamed in fear and wept with delight as the man’s vitals evened out. He was stable for the time but they had drawn attention to the man behind the curtain, a few nurses and a couple other doctors came to investigate and found the man’s midsection filled with pale greenish ghostly organs. They were working and his blood could be seen flowing in them faintly. They too were unready for this and were frightened as they watched Brad work, releasing more and more of the substance to repair and replace organs to keep this man going until they could do something about it. Given time this man could be repaired. He was approached by the Chief of Surgery sometime after that to be questioned as to what the hell it was he had done. In anger, Brad responded with “Saved a man’s life. I’m buying him time.” The Chief could not disagree and asked if he could keep doing that. Brad admitted he could but that it was only a temporary fix lasting maybe 3 hours at the most and water would ruin the whole process if it was spilled or flooded any of the constructs. The chief said he understood and asked him to do what it was he could to save these people. Brad used his ability many more times that day. Not all of them lived but the man he had originally used it on, the soldier, he survived the day. It was also this day that Brad learned that electricity shortened lives of the constructs and made them fall apart more rapidly when several of the patients under his care were defibrillated. However all was not well. A few weeks after that day, several of the nurses and doctors had petitioned for Brad’s removal from the hospital as he was a mutant. Many patients didn’t want to be treated by a mutant either, a few were decent human beings and accepted his help and presence, but many refused once the nurses and doctors gossiped around the patients, unable to keep their filthy mouths shut. The Chief refused to fire a man this useful and capable of keeping his patients alive. The doctors and nurses went over his head then and a month later, 2 months after his revelation of being a mutant, Brad was fired. His one and only dream had been stripped from him because of human beings fear of the unknown. He was enraged and didn’t know what to do with himself. His boyfriend at the time couldn't stand the pressure of loving a mutant and left him, his lack of income started to put pressure on him for trying to live in NYC. his life was falling apart and he couldn't do anything about it. He was a surgeon and there was no way he was going to try and be anything else. Looking for work was impossible, his reputation as a mutant had spread through the city and no one was willing to hire him because of it. Finally in the last month before he would not be able to pay for his studio apartment, a man in a wheelchair with a bald head found his way to Brad on his way out for the day to get something to eat. The man introduced himself as Charles Xavier and invited him out to lunch. Wary of course, Brad reluctantly accepted the invitation, telling the man he preferred to be called Arthur. The man of course explained himself as the benefactor behind several endeavors including the creation of a school for gifted youngsters. He telepathically explained it as a school for young mutants and they were in need of teachers and adults to look up to. Hardly envisioning himself as an adult, Geist found the prospect amusing and was more than a little incredulous. After about an hour of conversation and discussion and deep meeting of the minds and revelation of a dream, Arthur decided to accept the offer and within the week moved out of his apartment and drove to a mansion in North Salem a few miles outside of NYC proper. ![]() Player Name (Or Net Handle if preferred): Kevin, Shadowyshinobi,or Athen Age: 21 Contact Information: Shadowyshinobi@gmail.com AIM (shadowyshinobi) or MSN (Shadowyshinobi@hotmail.com) How you found the site: Marvel topsites Application secret word: Academy Writing Sample: It was a dreary day in NYC. The sky was overcast and threatened to unleash a torrent of rain down all over the city that never sleeps. In fact a faint drizzle had been falling all morning covering the city in a layer of moisture almost like a fog. The weather suited Brad or Arthur as he had decided to go by of late, just fine. It really was a reflection of his mood. He was depressed and angry off and on for the past few days and now it seemed his emotional peak was at hand. He could feel the volatility of his emotions roiling in his empty stomach. He had barely gathered the will to roll himself out of bed let alone eat since Wednesday. Wednesday. That was the day his life had fallen apart. He had been suspended indefinitely without pay from his job at Angel's Mercy thanks to nothing more than his kind hearted and selfless acts. His boyfriend had left him later that day, incapable of coping with the prospect of their near future. Both events stemmed from the same root cause and it was that reason that enraged and depressed him more than his job less or end to a good relationship. He was a mutant and revealing it to save lives had cost him just about everything. He laid there in nothing more than his underwear, something he hadn't bothered to change since that day, and a pair of socks, his sheets sprawled on the floor and his pillow barely under his head. All he could think of was how much he hated the rain. It was nothing more than the biggest inconvenience in his life. Funny that. Rain was the worst thing that inconvenienced him. Not being a gay guy. Not being a mutant. Hell not even being worn of the shortest people he knew outstripped the rain on his scale. He couldn't help but chuckle at his own ridiculousness, but that just ended seconds later as tears started to roll down the side of his head again for the millionth time that week. He was long past actual sobbing but the tears could still roll just like the rain that had just begun to fall and streak his windows and pitter against them. Letting out his exasperation with a sigh, a pale green gas escaped his throat as well in copious amounts and it floated above him quickly forming into the figure of his now ex boyfriend, Josh, a hammer sticking out of his head and a knife in his chest. The smoke moved around a little scene playing its way out above Artie's bed, hands taking out the knife and sewing him up faster than humanly possible and his skull refilling properly only to dissipate as another fist came through and knocked his head sideways with its force and the entire cloud of greenish white mist dissolved into nothingness as Brad or Arthur or whoever he wanted to be rolled over to look at his clock. 12:42 PM. "Fuck me..." he whispered, closing his eyes, trying to go back to sleep and wish it all a dream. |
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