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BASIC INFORMATION

CANON OR ORIGINAL: Canon
AFFILIATION: Hellfire Club

FULL NAME: Arthur Adam Centino
CODENAME: Longshot
NICKNAMES: The Black Knight

CURRENT AGE: Chronologically 6, appears 22
DATE OF BIRTH: Clone activated April 8th, 2004
MARITAL STATUS: Single
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Mostly Heterosexual
BASE OF OPERATIONS: Hellfire Club, NY, NY
TIME AT INSTITUTE: None
HOMETOWN:Mojoverse, Cayman Islands (Donor born in Hammer Bay, Genosha)
KNOWN RELATIVES:

*Note: None of Arthur Centino's relatives know he was cloned

Surviving members of Mojo's clones:
Volt (third viable clone)
Shatterstar (last viable clone)

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

HEIGHT: 5'7”
BUILD: Very slight, and delicate. Perfectly formed with a few noted exceptions
EYES: Blue (the star in the left not always visible)
HAIR: Blond worn long in the front
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Longshot shows very little outward signs of his unusual origin with the exception of hands that are short one finger, feet that are short one toe. Internally, he has redundancies built into his system, such as two hearts, and his bones are completely hollow, which makes him weigh a mere 80 pounds, though in no way does he look emaciated. In fact, he is attractive to the point of beautiful, and he clearly knows it. As a mark of his mutant nature, there is a star shaped mark in his left eye that glows brightly when he uses his powers--gold when he is using good luck, black when he uses bad. He speaks with a slight Genoshan accent.

CLOTHING STYLE: His pants are loose in the leg, his shirts never tight, light linens, cottons, and the occasional silk. Everything is expensive. He does not shy away from color, and will spend hours searching the shops for just the right tint of blue or green to show off a fresh tan. In his jacket, and along the belt are hidden pockets for his throwing blades.
UNIFORM: Since joining the HFC, he's adopted a black wardrobe to match his court, and will tie his hair back in a ribbon at times. He wears no uniform except this.

POWERS

GENERAL DESCRIPTION: Physical Differences: Longshot has only three fingers and an opposable thumb on each hand. He also has leather-tough skin, hollow bones and two hearts, giving him superhuman speed, agility, endurance and reflexes. He has exhibited advanced healing abilities as well.Longshot has demonstrated some degree of supernatural attractiveness.

Luck Powers: He has a star shaped light in his leftt eye. The glow is only visible when Longshot uses his powers, the ability to affect probability fields through psionic means in order to give himself "good luck" in his activities. This allows incredibly unlikely events to happen in Longshot's favor and the favor of those around him. If he uses his bad luck powers, they will effect him as well. His general mood and motive affects the success of his powers.

Psychometry: Longshot can also telepathically "read" the recent memories of a person by making physical contact with him or her. Moreover, Longshot can read "psychic imprints" that people leave on objects that they have handled and sometimes can even look into the future of the person or object he touches

Throwing Blades: Longshot carries blades which he hurls with inhuman accuracy.

WEAKNESS: His powers affect him as well as others, so if he purposely uses them to give someone bad luck, he could be caught in it, and, he is forced to share any good luck he gives himself. He is arrogant, and seemingly careless, trusting his luck to catch him if he falls, and if it fails for some reason, he feels childishly betrayed. He finds it hard at times to control his impulses and will gorge himself on whatever suits his appetites, be it food, drink, sex, or murder. His power depends on his innocence, so he is unable to ever truly mature, which makes him childish and on occasion petulant. Due to his cloned programming, he requires direction, but his enhanced sense of free will makes him balk at being ordered. If one charms him, he can become slavishly devoted to them, like a baby duck imprinting.

PERSONALITY Longshot is charming, calculating and completely ruthless, but not in an evil way, more like a child pulling wings off of flies out of cruel curiosity, not understanding they will die. He completely embraces the idea of mutant superiority. But, he is intelligent enough to exaggerate an air of innocence and good natured naivety to disarm anyone who might be of use to him. He sees nothing wrong with taking advantage of his abilities, completely incapable of guilt. Innocence is required for his powers to work, so his mind automatically resets him into a childishness to do so.

He relies on his luck far more than he should, and it has made him arrogant. Everything works for him, so he doesn't have to try. He has a sense of entitlement that is totally undeserved, but if you show him respect and attention, he'll be loyal to a fault. After his mind was turned to metaphoric ash by a raging Phoenix, Arthur's lost persona resurfaced in his mind, changing the ruthless Longshot back into the more gentle and sweet Arthur Centino, a Genoshan Art Student, trained, as all Genoshans mutants are, to serve the good of the state.

Struggling between these two extremes, the clone became very lost, and directionless, until found by the HFC. Now he is completely devoted to his king, Max Coleridge, and enjoys the hedonistic lifestyle. Because his memories are scattered, he is unpredictable and his powers have addicted him to collecting detritus of other people's lives to read their 'stories.'

HISTORY Arthur Centino was a mutant born on the Island Nation of Genosha. Like all mutants, he was taken from his parents when his genetic status was discovered and was put to work for the state, using his psychometry and his luck to influence state policy. Trained to be obedient, and docile, his natural talent for art was encouraged, and when he was sixteen, he was sent to New York to participate in a cultural exchange program. During an outing, he and the other student he was with were mugged, and Arthur used his powers to save the girl, by bringing a fire escape to crash down on the muggers. Since he used his powers improperly, he was caught in the wave of misfortune, and was critically injured. Before his death, a sample of his DNA was stolen by Dr. Arize, a disgraced geneticist developing a cloning process for a wealthy crime lord called Mojo.

The newly created Longshot was the first of twelve clones, others including Volt and Shatterstar, built to perform criminal acts, usually assassinations for Mojo. Under his direction, Longshot murdered 349 men, women and children, in the two years he was active, until a flaw (perhaps) in his programming caused his free will to awaken. Declaring to Mojo that 'No Man owns me,' Longshot went rogue and disappeared, eventually falling into the Brotherhood, where Magneto encouraged the ruthlessness and cruelty that had been part of his development. During the attack on the FOH headquarters, Longshot was not part of the group that captured and tortured Scott Summers, but he had the misfortune of being in the Brotherhood HQ when the rage maddened Jean Grey came looking for her lover. Foolishly taunting her, Longshot left himself open to having his mind ripped to shreds as she sought information, and what she saw in his memories was so horrible, she burned his persona to ash.

Left helpless and confused, Longshot wandered the streets, lost and in a childish state of emotional innocence, until he was found by X-Factor's Alix, who took him to the X-Men for medical treatment. Mojo, wanting his clone back, sent his second best toy, the cloned X-Man Volt now called 26, to retrieve him, and in the fight, both Longshot and 26 had their donor personalities awakened. Volt fled, and Longshot returned to Mojo's private island, nicknamed the Mojoverse, and destroyed all the remaining clones, before killing Arize and Mojo, collapsing next to his master's corpse in a catatonic stupor, a puppet with his strings cut.

Found in the rubble by Allister Rawson, the Black Bishop of the Hellfire Club, Longshot was rescued and recruited as the HFC's Black Knight. The Black King, Max Coleridge, also known as the Shroud, recognized the clone's need to be directed while appearing free and skillfully ingratiated himself to Longshot, lavishing him with attention and flattery. It worked perfectly and Longshot to this day remains as devoted to the HFC, and particularly his king, as a child to a father. He works alongside other members of the Club to protect it and its members, while enjoying the hedonistic lifestyle to it's fullest. Recently, the last of the clones, the youngest, Shatterstar, has joined the HFC, having been fortunate enough to escape Longshot's rampage in the clone pens by the chance of being on a mission at the time. Longshot has decided that it is his job to serve as a sort of an older brother figure to his even more childish kin.

DURING APOCALYPSE: Longshot was in the midwest during the Apocalypse, fighting Famine with a combination of his luck and his blades. In the later natural disasters, he used his good fortune to help earthquake ravished San Francisco.

When the WwX switches began, Longshot, as a reality/probability warper was one of the first switches, finding himself in the catatonic form of his counterpart. Only the faith of the also displaced Wanda Maximoff allowed him to gain control of his alien body, while in XMR, Arthur Centino is learning to cope with the odd decadence of the Hellfire Club.

SAMPLE RP POST:

"Not much longer, and our King will be returned to us." [Erebus] murmured softly, pausing for a brief moment. "If I were to apologise, would you accept it and stop sulking?"

Longshot turned to look at her and he raised one eyebrow in perplexity that one might suspect was feigned if the strange little clone was someone or something other than what he was. He tilted his head, allowing his long bangs to fall artfully in front of the eye that did not glow, and he smiled, a perfectly even smile that stopped at his lips, unseen in the golden star that obscured no other part of his features. "My queen, there is nothing to apologize to me for. Any trespasses against me are not yours. However, I will have my pound of flesh from The Black Bishop and don't think I won't."

That being said, he turned his attentions to the girl searching through the machine that he wanted desperately to touch. It touched the minds of everyone in its search? The stories it would tell would be entertainment for generations. Mojo would have died for such an endless array of stories, it was almost... intoxicating to think about.

The shadows parted and someone stepped through them... Longshot's eyes widened as he saw that it was his King. "Max..." he whispered, but then, as the darkforce shot towards him and his Queen, he realized this was not his King... this was... something wearing his king as an ill fitting suit. He moved smoothly in his body, but he was negligent and careless in giving the nimble little knight no concern. As the solidified shadowy energy aimed for him, Longshot sprung forward and dove over the mass into a roll, that put him in a position to sweep out a leg and knock Erebus's feet out from under her in a move that might have seemed like an attack had it not saved her from the rapidly advancing bludgeons of hardened darkforce.

Without a word of apology or explanation, Longshot continued to roll until he disappeared over the edge of the bridge they were in, plunging into the darkness beneath them. Or so it seemed. His eye burst into a glow so bright it cast false shadows, as one three fingered hand caught a power cable that he did not even know existed from the belly of the bridge and he used it as a swing to propel him against one of the curved walls. His feet braced in the apex of the swing to literally walk up the wall until its curvature brought him in a flip to land atop the small mounds of darkforce that were meant to smother the life out of him.

From this strange position, his feet at the level where his head would normally be, he towered high enough above the commandeered form of his king and he said, simply, "I think it is time for our presence to be known." And, his hand flung out one perfectly aimed flechette, that creased the air in perfect ruler straight precision....

.... right into the power supply of the camera that was mounted over the door. The resultant shower of sparks did two things. One, it amused the clone, who watched the spray with the excitement of a child watching Fourth of July fireworks.

Two... it set off every alarm in the building.

The entire gymnastic feat took less than forty five seconds.