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BASIC INFORMATIONCANON OR ORIGINAL:
Scott Christopher SummersCODENAME:
Scott Grey-Summers, Scotty, Slim, Stick-in-the-Mud (if not worse), BoyscoutCURRENT AGE:
33DATE OF BIRTH:
May 31st, 1977MARITAL STATUS:
Married to Jean Grey-SummersSEXUAL ORIENTATION:
HeterosexualBASE OF OPERATIONS:
Xavier's School for Gifted Youth, Westchester, NYTIME AT INSTITUTE:
[if applicable] 18 yearsHOMETOWN:
Anchorage, AlaskaKNOWN RELATIVES:
Christopher Scott Summers (Father, presumed deceased)PHYSICAL APPEARANCEHEIGHT:
Kathryn Anne Summers (Mother, presumed deceased)
Alexander Philip Summers (Brother)
Jean Eleanor Grey-Summers (Wife)
Slender but toned, not overly muscular, very physically fit, tall and long limbedEYES:
Brown (Red Glow comes from his powers)HAIR:
Eyes must at all times be shielded with ruby quartz lensesCLOTHING STYLE:
Scott favors dark clothes without patterns. He can only see in shades of red, and while he has become quite used to which particular shade stands for which particular color, he runs the risk of clashing horribly, so his wardrobe stays rather demure and monotonous. He likes his clothes tailored to his long limbs and tends to be dressed completely even when relaxing. It is a rare day that you'll see Scott in shorts, and even rarer will you see him barefoot. Jean and Warren constantly beg him to update his wardrobe.UNIFORM:
Cyclops wears a black padded leather costume with gold ribbing that affords him a measure of protection against physical, energy or projectile attacks and temperature extremes. When in combat, he will always wear his visor, and gloves with control triggers in the palms. POWERSGENERAL DESCRIPTION:
Cyclops possesses the mutant ability to project a beam of concussive, ruby-colored force from his eyes. Cyclops's eyes are no longer the complex organic jelly that utilizes the visible spectrum of light to see the world around it. Instead, they are inter-dimensional apertures between this universe and another, non-Einsteinium universe, where physical laws as we know them do not pertain. This non-Einsteinium universe is filled with particles that resemble photons, yet they interact with this universe's particles by transferring kinetic energy in the form of gravitons (the particle of gravitation). These particles generate great, directional concussive force when they interact with the objects of this universe.
Cyclops's mind has a particular psionic field that is attuned to the forces that maintain the apertures that have taken the place of his eyes. Because his mind's psionic field envelops his body, it automatically shunts the other-dimensional particles back into their point of origin when they collide with his body. Thus, his body is protected from the effects of the particles, and even the thin membrane of his eyelids is sufficient to block the emission of energy. The synthetic ruby quartz crystal used to fashion the lenses of Cyclops's eyeglasses and visor is resonant to his minds' psionic field and is similarly protected.
The width of Cyclops's eye-blast seems to be focused by his mind's psionic field with the same autonomic function that regulated his oriinal eyes' ability to focus. As Cyclops focuses, the size of the aperture changes and thus act as a valve to control the flow of particles and beam's relative power. The height of Cyclops's eye-blast is controlled by his visor's adjustable slit. His narrowest beam, about the diameter of a pencil at a distance of 4 feet has a force of about 2 pounds per square inch. His broadest beam, about 90 feet across at a distance of 50 feet, has a force of about 10 pounds per square inch. His most powerful eye-blast is a beam 4 feet across which, at a distance of 50 feet, has a force of 500 pounds per square inch. The maximum angular measurement of Cyclops's eye-blast is equivalent to a wide-angle 35mm camera lens field of view (90 degree measured diagonally, or the angle subtended by holding this magazine's pages spread open, upright at 9.5 inches from your eyes). The minimum angular measurement is equivalent to the angle that the thickness of a pencil would subtend at 4 feet (3.5 degree, about a quarter of an inch viewed at 4 feet). The beam's effective range is about 2,000 feet, at which point a 1-inch beam has spread out to 10 feet square, and then has a pressure of .38 pounds per square inch. Cyclops's maximum force is sufficient to tip over a filled 5,000 gallon tank at a distance of 20 feet, or puncture a 1-inch carbon-steel plate at a distance of 2 feet.
The extra dimensional supply of energy for Cyclops's eye-blast is practically infinite. Thus, so long as Cyclops's psionic field is active (which is constantly), there is the potential to emit energy. The only limit to the eye-blast is the mental fatigue of focusing constantly. After about 15 minute of constant usage, the psionic field subsides and allows only a slight leakage of energy to pass through the aperture. Cyclops's metabolism will recover sufficiently for him to continue in about an additional 15 minutes. WEAKNESS:
Optic blast is uncontrollable without the use of ruby quartz glasses or his visor due to brain damage suffered when he was injured during the escape from his parents' crashing DeHaviland Mosquito. PERSONALITY
Scott's goals are simple, to do whatever is in his power to make Professor Xavier's dream of peaceful coexistence between humans and mutants a reality and to protect those he cares about with his life. Scott carries the world on his shoulders and while he is not humorless, he doles out warmth very sparingly. His childhood had been a nightmare after his parents' deaths and because of that, it takes him some time to warm up to people...well, that and the fact that he could kill you by merely looking at you. He is devoted entirely to Xavier and his dream. He is a leader through and through, and would rather die himself than lose a team mate. He has a fondness for flying planes and telepathic women...especially red haired ones.
Scott is not known to be fun, or charitable. His by-the-book attitude is daunting and inflexible, until you realize that he wrote
the book. Doing what is necessary to save his people and prevent the mutant-human tensions from escalating into a war, Scott is the first one to say that his methods are taxing, and demanding, but if you follow his orders, if you do exactly what he says when he says it, things will go well, because before he issues an order he's thought of seven tactics and chosen this one as the quickest, safest, most effective solution. He doesn't expect blind obedience, but he expects you to understand he isn't issuing blind orders either. Scott respects those who work hard, who attempt to improve themselves, and who will do what's right even when it's hard. And, if you think he's hard on you, it's nothing compared to how hard he is on himself.HISTORY
Scott Summers was the older of the two sons of Major Christopher Summers, a test pilot in the U.S. Air Force. When Scott was a child, Major Christopher Summers flew himself, his wife Katherine, and his sons Scott and Alex back from a vacation in his vintage private plane called the 'DeHaviland Mosquito'. The plane was attacked and set ablaze by an unknown attacker. Katherine pushed Scott and Alex out the plane door with the only available parachute. The parachute was unable to slow their fall adequately and Scott suffered a head injury on landing. (The injury damaged the part of Scott's brain that would have enabled him to control his powerful optic blasts).
When Scott recovered, he was placed in an orphanage in Omaha, Nebraska where he lived for three years, miserable, lonely. While fifteen year old Scott was working in the city as a delivery boy, his developing mutant power to project optic force beams finally erupted, bursting forth in an uncontrollable and energetic blast that demolished a crane, causing it to drop a huge object towards a terrified crowd. Scott saved the crowd by obliterating the object with another blast, but they turned into an angry mob, thinking he had tried to kill them. Scott was cornered and beaten until he was rescued by a policeman and sent to the hospital, where he spent two months with his eyes bandaged, lids clamped shut beneath.
The boy was taken from the hospital and put in the care of Charles Xavier, who discovered that ruby red quartz was the only thing to contain Scott's optic blasts. For months, he and the boy worked to develop the lower levels of the mansion into a state of the art training facility, Scott even demonstrating enough technological genius to redesign a rejected blueprint for an S-71 Blackbird. He was also relearning how to interact with people, as Xavier began to bring in other students, starting with Warren Worthington, who despite initially clashing with the sullen and awkward Scott, soon became his best friend. It was Xavier's third student though that changed Scott's life, Jean Grey, who he fell in love with.
although his reserve and his worries about the dangers of his optic beams prevented him for years from expressing his feelings to her.
As Cyclops Scott soon became deputy leader of the X-Men, and by the time he was 18, he was the undisputed field commander, a position, he held for twelve years until the Professor's disappearance.
When Charles Xavier disappeared and everyone presumed him to be dead, Scott initially left the school, to work things out in his mind. After a couple months though, he knew he couldn't abandon the standard and life he had based his world around and returned the Mansion to carry forth with Xavier's dream.
Picking up where he left off, Scott returned to teaching at the school and field commanding the X-Men, until a Brotherhood attack on the FOH reunited him with his lost brother, Alex, now Havok, convinced by Magneto's people that Scott was a brainwashed race traitor. Betrayed by Havok, Cyke was captured and tortured until the X-Men rescued him, and somehow in all the chaos, Scott proposed to Jean, the two finally having admitted what everyone else knew several months earlier when a plane crashed led to the discovery of the Savage Land.
Shortly after their marriage however, exposure to an unknown chemical lead to dangerous changes in their brain chemistry, enhancing the pair's ruthlessness, and desperation to save their race, turning them into domineering, immoral dictators bent on controlling the world. After a group of rebels lead by Alex Summers and Warren Worthington took down ShadowX, Scott and Jean worked to rebuild their positions in the school, and their relationship together, an emotional time added to by the mysterious transformation of the pair, along with several others, into children. When they were restored their proper age, they dealt with the disappearance of Alex from the Island of Krakoa, eventually discovering him amnesiatic in the Savage Land, protecting the mutates there from an evil mutant called Sauron.
Returning home from dealing with that, almost immediately, more drama reared its head as Warren Worthington and Jet Black were kidnapped and tortured by the evil Scrambler, events which lead directly into Warren's apparent death... until months later when Warren returned as the Horseman of Death, and the Apocalypse began.DURING APOCALYPSE:
Torn between saving the lives of Warren Worthington, now Death, or his brother Alex, now the Horseman of War, Scott was spared the decision, when Alex managed to awaken from his conditioning enough to surrender and put himself into the X-Men's custody after nearly killing his girlfriend, Lorna Dane. Scott took a team of X-Men, Brotherhood and Hellfire Club to London to confront Death, managing to save his friend, but just barely. During the later attacks by Apocalypse, Cyclops lead another team into the temple of the First Once, the mad demi-god eventually defeated.
Since then, Scott, with the help of his wife, has been rebuilding the school, the safety of mutant kind, and with the exception of a trip to the moon to rescue Josh Foley from the Inhumans, things have been as stable as can be when dealing with a school full of angsty mutant teens... until one day Scott's mind is replaced by his counterpart from another dimension, a bitter, angry bank robber and jewel thief who calls himself Ruby.SAMPLE RP POST:
The streets were deserted, quiet and still. New York as it has never been seen since it was New Amsterdam. Any other time, Scott Summers might have programmed the room to populate the city, to give him someone to practice saving. But, honestly, he was never convinced by how the Danger Room portrayed humans. Perhaps it was because he could not see the subtleties of color and nuance generated by the holographic emitters. No one truly understood the handicap of his powers.
But, there was the advantage that he was not distracted by the lights and colors and visual chaos of the city. He did not see the garishness of Time Square, or the dazzling array of spectacle that was daily city life. Beneath his visor, things seemed to have less depth than he remembered from a time before he fell from the sky and sacrificed his sight for his life and the life of his brother. He hadn't remembered that first blast of his powers, had in later years thought it an hallucination caused by his head injury.
There were times after his powers had manifested, he wished he had been right.
It was roughly 3 AM, but Scott had programmed daytime into the Danger Room Simulators. He did not think that he trying to push aside the darkness that he had been avoiding since the Professor's death. That had never once occurred to him. Scott was never all that capable of understanding his own emotions. It was one of the reason he found telepaths so beneficial, so attractive. The two most influential people in his life were able to read his mind and know what he was feeling long before he could figure it out himself.
Now one of those two was gone, and he had reacted badly to it. Left the school for a time. Abandoned his duties and everything he believed in. Cursed God for His betrayal, and cursed himself for his failure to have died instead. In that time, the school had been given to another, his team had been given to another, his place had been...
The shadow that fell over him was black as ink in the blood-red landscape. He reacted without thought, his gloved hand coming up to his visor controls, instinctively, in the way it had since he had first learned how it worked. A cat fled at his movement, and he straightened from his defensive crouch. The pixelled feline had almost fooled him. Damn it, Focus, Cyclops. You aren't a student anymore, you aren't a child...
In the middle of his self-abasement, the Danger Room struck, an enormous metal hand catching him and hauling him from his feet. The robot won't kill him, the safeties were on, but it could very easily hurt him. He was pulled up to the Sentinel's line of vision and the robotic voice said, emotionlessly, "TARGET - DESIGNATE-- MUTANT: CONCUSSIVE OPTICAL BLASTS."
Cyclops's arms were pinned to his sides, so he couldn't hit his visor's controls, directly, but his secondary switches were only a clenched fist away. His beams were like red hot pokers, slamming into the "eyes" of the Sentinel, exploding out the back of the enormous android's helmeted head. The hand opened reflexively, and Cyclops flipped backwards out of his captor's hands as it crashed backwards into a heap.
He landed awkwardly, uncharacteristically clumsy, and he dropped to one knee. Tennis shoed feet filled his vision and he looked up, wondering who the hell--
A boy, no older than five years old, blond, blue eyed, and heartbreakingly familiar. "My god, " he whispered, "Alex?"
And, as expected, the doppelganger of his last memory of his little brother, distracted him long enough that the Danger Room, knowing his personality profile perfectly, launched its sneak attack.
Alex Summers, who was of course NOT Alex Summers (He had to be in College now, how could you possibly have been fooled) suddenly stretched out his arms, and slabs of metal exploded from his "skin" transforming the innocent looking child into a Prime Sentinel. It grabbed Cyclops and threw him violently into the nearest building. Others swooped in from their hiding places and he was no longer surprised to see they wore familiar faces-- His mother Kathy, his father Chris, even Jean. He had just enough time to be thankful the Danger Room had not programmed one to look like the Professor, before they attacked en mass.
He threw himself out of the way, and ran, scrambling up the fallen body of the Mach IV sentinel. The quartet of Prime Sentinels swarm after him, firing their energy weapons in well co-ordinated attacks, never overlapping their blasts, never getting in each other's way. He ran in a zig zag pattern, and the blasts scorch an irregular tattoo on the Mach IV's purple and pink skin.
Prime-Chris, the largest of the four, dug its fingernails into the Mach IV's skin, wrenching a huge section from it, hurling it at Cyclops. He immediately slammed his optic beams into the metal panel, sending it careening into Prime-Kathy. It pinned her to the ground and he shot her in the head with his beams, the concussive blast "knocking" her out. He should kill her, so she could not wake up to attack again, but in the reality of this simulation, if this was really his mother, he would do what he could to save her. Amazing how the Danger Room gave him someone to save after all.
Prime-Alex, his altered face grim, growled and shouted something that sounded like digital feedback. It meant something to Prime-Jean and Prime-Chris though and they launched themselves at him. Using his innate sense of spatial geometry that came with mastery of his powers, Cyclops fired in a seemingly random direction, his beams bouncing off the debris of the Mach IV in a complex pattern that bewildered the defensive systems of the two Primes, confounding their attempts to dodge. They were struck squarely between the eyes, the impact of the concussive force just enough to knock them from the sky. Cyclops aimed his beams perfectly and the debris crumbled over them, leaving them trapped, helplessly.
Now, there was only Prime-Alex facing him, his small form darting back and forth in agitation. He fired his energy blasts in strange white rings and Cyclops didn't even move. He simply fired, reminding himself that this wasn't his brother, it wasn't even a little boy. His beams pierced the approaching circles of power like an arrow through a bullseye, and Prime-Alex went down.
Cyclops stepped forward, almost into the power rings, and fell through a gaping hole in the Mach IV's skin. The blasts past over his head, as Scott lands in a crouch on the ground.
"End simulation." Scott says, standing up as the city vanishes from around him. The Prime Sentinels lose their stolen appearances and become simple robots again, the Mach IV becoming a few disjointed devices that were actually not attached in humanoid form by anything more than holographic trickery. "Time?" he asked.
"Simulation completion at 12.56 minutes." the electronic voice of the Danger Room replied, "User Summers, Scott current record for Level 7 simulation 8.43 minutes. Loss of 4.13 minutes."
Scott put his fist to his forehead, breathing hard and staring at the floor for a moment. He looked back up at the ceiling, though he knew that the vocal processors for the Danger Room were located throughout the vast space. "Clear debris. Set up for new simulation. Level 7+. I'll be back in fifteen minutes."
"Clearing debris." the room responded obediently.
Scott left the room, to the adjoining locker room to drink some water and to throw some water on his face. He was not happy, not happy at all.