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X-Men (Staff)FULL NAME:
Chase Austin ClaveCODENAME:
N/A CURRENT AGE:
23DATE OF BIRTH:
January 3rd, 1987MARITAL STATUS:
StraightBASE OF OPERATIONS:
X-MansionTIME AT INSTITUTE:
St. Roberts, MissouriKNOWN RELATIVES:
All blood relations; Unknown
Jack Clave; Unknown
Mary Clave; DeadPHYSICAL APPEARANCEHEIGHT:
Likes to dress casual, but with clothes that are of slight higher taste.UNIFORM:
NonePOWERSGENERAL DESCRIPTION:Mud Generation/Manipulation;
Chase’s basic ability is to generate mud. Being able to fire streams of it from his hands, though he has been seen doing so from his chest as well. This mud has the same consistency of thick mud, but is black in colour. The force behind a focused stream of the mud can back quite the punch, being able to flip cars over, even large trucks, though it’s full concussive force has not been measured as of yet Chase speculates with enough training it could at least pack enough punch to flip a tank over. The speed at which the mud flies at has been seen to be too fast for a normal human to dodge, actually clocking the speed Chase has seen it currently moves at about 30metres per second. Though if enough is created on the ground he’s shown the ability to make it move comparable to rapids, making it very difficult to stay afloat. His creation of this mud seems almost limitless as long as he is fully rested & is not hungry. Though if his body is stressed & such then he’s only able to use his ability continuously for up to ten minutes. When it comes to manipulating the mud he’s shown the ability to manipulate his own mud & normal mud the same way.
Another way he’s shown to manipulate the mud is harden it into walls, a form of knuckle dusters, & other objects/weapons. His own hardened mud being able to withstand a direct hit from a speeding truck, fire, & other such things as well as being able to negate the process of softening because of water. Hardening other mud he’s able to make it take on the strength of hardened stone though it is not immune to the softening from water, or major impacts such as a car, & becomes brittle when fire hits it. As seen once he’s been able to encase himself in a sort of armour from hardening his own generated mud around him, though his time within this armour is limited to the air trapped around him as well. This armour makes Chase immobile so it’s only used as a last ditch defense.
As he can harden his own mud & normal mud he can also cause it to breakdown back into liquid form without the use of any water. On an adventure to figure out the basics of his power he showed the ability to ride his mud for speedy traveling. He does this by aiming his hands behind his back slightly & blasting his own mud behind him & keep it blasting until he reaches his destinationWEAKNESS:
Despite having a power which he calls “useful” his body is still like that of a human in the way that he can still be shot, bleed to death, bludgeoned, stabbed, etc. He has no increased strength or speed, his physique & such only being slightly above that of an average male his height & age. As he is weak to what humans are weak to he is also able to contract diseases and illnesses. Though his own generated mud, when hardened, may be able to negate the effect of becoming brittle to normal flames it is speculated by Chase that with enough heat that his defensive mud could be broken through. One of his powers major flaws calls for him to have enough daily rest & enough food, should he start using his normal powers at half health then he’d get light-headed or ill after ten minutes, any less & he’d be prone to pass out quickly.
Personality wise he usually seems to deflect other people, making it hard to make friends & such. Though he has no problem with heat he has shown a weakness to chilly weather, growing tired & light headed at 35°F & below unless dressed more warmly then how others dress at that temperature. Though he has slightly above normal intellect, his mind could be easily breached by a Telepath.PERSONALITY
As a child Chase was like all children who were born into a sort of wealth, happy. But, as he grew and realized what life could offer him he became a sort of rebel, ignoring his parents' rules and guidelines. Often going to parties just as an act of rebellion, some say he starved for the attention, becoming more needy the older he got. Though after witnessing his mother dying he became a quiet person, bottling up all emotions of her death after that night and doing as his father told him to. Years passed as he kept to this form of life, but once realizing he could leave and take life by the horns again he did so, taking his inheritance and moving away from his father to New York, believing it was time to be fully independent now. It was here he realized he needed to not be cruel, but to never show weakness and that's what he did. Becoming a somewhat intimidating person, but with a caring heart.
He has no real outlook on the ongoing of mutant type relations as he is still new to everything. Though he has nothing against violence he does show a disliking to those who rather fight for something with just words.HISTORY
Born into a low-class family Chase was quickly taken by DFS for unknown reasons, & was put into foster care. & by the time he turned five months old he was adopted by the Claves, Jack & Mary, an above middle-class family. Jack was a stay at home dad as he had inherited a large sum of money from his grandfather’s passing & Mary was a Police Woman. They raised Chase as if he were their own, as they chose to adopt after their own son Chase died years before. Raised by a father who was a slight nerd Chase was taught to run rather than fight or pay some one bigger to fend off a bully. But, as Chase grew older he realized it was not “him” to do such a thing. & that was when he started to continuously getting into fights until he was finally removed from school & began home schooling. Furious at his son Jack kept Chase home at all times & made him study every hour before sleep. Though at the fifteen he snuck out with some friends for the first time in years & partied. This party was busted by the police & that’s when Chase’s own mom, Mary, showed up. Clad in uniform & a pissed off expression on her face upon seeing her only child at the party.
This was where Chase literally thought he’d be grounded “forever”, but that was quickly forgotten as he watched his mom get shot down as one of the older kids pulled out one of the cop’s guns & aimed to kill. Falling to his knees in tears Chase didn’t move until his dad showed up. Taking the boy home they spent the next few months dealing with everything. Blaming her death on himself , Chase did as his father wanted & stayed home at all times & studied to finish school. The years seemed to fly by as if he slept them away, not realizing time until he was nineteen. Finishing his high school stuff a year late Chase was considered “dumb” by his father. Despite this Chase didn’t do anything to change his father’s outlook on himself as he felt no need. Taking his inheritance he moved out on his own & got a job at a pizzeria in New York.
Years flew by again until he realized he was twenty-one. But, his life was about to change forever as he drove to a familiar house for a pizza delivery. Once he stepped out of his truck he slipped in a puddle of mud, landing face first in even more mud he attempted to push himself to his feet. That’s when his mutant gene kicked in, someone ran to his aid, but out of shock he spun & raised an arm in defense, but a jet of black sludge erupted from his hand & blasted the helping person away. Fleeing out of fear he went into hiding, waiting a week before even going back to his apartment. Seemingly getting away with what had happened he began to make weekend trips out of the city to quiet places to “learn” how to use his new power.DURING APOCALYPSE:
His life continued to be normal during the early stages of Apocalypse, but once the “converted” began to flood the streets that changed. There were several occasions where he almost fell to the evil that was Apocalypse. Using the more defensive aspect of his powers he fled into hiding, though this only lasted so long until he heard the screams of people, thrusting himself into combat he soon fell to a swarm of the “converted” & joined their ranks. Taking part in the defense at the temple in Egypt he fought like a mad man, but was taken out by a stray beam blast of sorts, barely escaping with his life once Apocalypse had fallen, fleeing the scene with the surviving X-Men & the others who had fallen from being “converted”.
Not until recently has Chase even thought about needing help with his “ability”. But, after having another mishap in which he flooded a friend’s house he fled in search of a type of guidance that only one of the major mutant factions could, he found this with the X-Men. Being taken with open arms he was quick to gain a staff position, becoming a janitor of sorts and a favored cook. And for his services he has been allowed to take lessons on training his powers.SAMPLE RP POST:
His breathing grew heavier almost with each new step, but he kept going. The gravel beneath his feet crunched deeper into the soil it lay atop as he dashed across it, though a slight unseen ditch caused him to crash, right shoulder first, to the ground harshly. ”Fuck…”
He paused even further to turn and give his pursuers a glance, people were chasing him and for what? Because, he was a mutant? Pushing himself to his feet he stood up, realizing running was fruitless and pathetic of him to do. Raising both hands he launched mud from his palms at an arc, closing his eyes only for a moment he watched as it splashed about the group who were after him. Blinking he watched as the mud knocked them to their backs before it began to harden, trapping them and well basically gluing them in place. But, what now? His pursuers were down, but what if they meant to cause all mutants harm? What if they found someone weaker than him, like a kid, what then? Would he leave these few to live to harm others another day….”No!”
He bellowed, ignoring the powerless humans as he raised his right arm, summoning more mud from his palm to cake his fist up to his elbow, hardening it he prepared to do what was necessary.”I can’t…I won’t let you harm anyone else.”
The sentence escaped his mouth just seconds before he crashed his stone hard armored fist down. Painting the others with blood, he rose to his feet once more, raising his right arm once more he focused on his arm, letting the hardened mud fall to the ground as wet mud once more. Taking a few steps back he did the same with the hardened mud that stuck the pursuers to the ground, watching as it engulfed them, swallowing them whole with no dreams of spitting them out. He watched, without cringing as the mud mad it’s way into their ears, nostrils, and mouth, no expression near his face. But, as minutes passed & the humans lay dead he fell to his knees. He did the right thing…well hadn’t he? He thought so, but wasn’t for sure what to do now, but as he began to step to his feet he could almost hear a calling to harm more, more people who would wish harm onto his people, other mutants.Note:
Was told that I would most likely be denied for acceptance, but I do not feel as if that should stop me from trying. Yes I have had many absences before, all, but maybe once or twice which I spoke on why. I've vanished for no apparent reasons, but I'm asking for a last chance to RP here.