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| User: | yellowcab (468109) Any time three New Yorkers get into a cab without an argument...
...a bank has just been robbed. |
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| Name: | Ian Fitzgibbon | |||||||||
| Bio: | *You* Name: Heather Over 18?: Yes. AIM?: NemesisKismet How long have you been RPing? Since God said Let There Be RP. And there was. And it was good. Email: NemesisKismet at gmail dot com *Basic Information:* Name: Ian FitzGibbon Codename: Ethnicity: Caucasion Gender/Orientation: Male/Heterosexual Marital Status: Single as Hell Age/Birthdate: 27/November 27th Canon or Original? Original Physical description: Ian isn’t particularly remarkable. He has blonde hair and blue eyes, standing at 5’11” and rather average in weight, having some muscle tone to him. He generally wears his hair long enough that it often gets in his eyes and he’s usually got some sort of facial scruff. He’s kind of pale and generally gives off a sickly sort of feel but he’s nice and healthy in reality. It’s just that he doesn’t spend much time in the daylight. He used to which is why he’s positively covered in freckles. Ian’s a little pinchy-faced with a strong jaw and high cheeks. His wardrobe generally consists of jeans and t-shirts, usually with some sort of stupid phrase or picture on them. He just doesn’t give a crap about what he wears and would wear a woman’s blouse as an overshirt if it appealed to him. *History/Personality*: Family: Patrick Fitzgibbon (Father, deceased), Lucy Fitzgibbon (Mother, deceased) Upbringing/History: Patrick and Lucy had their son a little late in life. They were both in their mid-thirties by the time they had Ian and they had thought they had settled down into a nice groove... After all, it was the start of the 80’s and the turmoil they had lived through was over and dying. Ian never really attended school like regular kids at first. Lucy homeschooled him so she could control what he was learning as she spiraled into a hyper-controlling mental state. Still, he learned everything he needed to like reading, writing, mathematics and a selective view of history. Eventually his father talked her into public school at Ian’s request. He actually did rather well in school, especially when it came to high school classes like set building and shop. He never really realized that at some point in those years, a mutation had formed and given him the ability to build and understand machinery. Although his never seemed to notice, as busy parents seem to not, when he started getting into drinking and smoking at seventeen, it never really seemed to affect his grades as he tried to keep a leash on it as well as he could. He took a break from his education after that taking a year long job as a cab driver before taking his SATs and such. With a lot of applications and work, he managed to get into Columbia University on various types of scholarships. As a late entry into housing and in a curious turn of events that had JP’s previous roommate leaving, Ian was set up in a dorm room with the fellow mutant. Ian as probably the only person on the face of the planet to not be put off by JP’s personality. He just sort of brushed it off and made a comment here and there. It seemed that he was a taste easily acquired by the native New Yorker. They actually grew quite friendly and stayed that way even after Ian quit school. He’d gone for engineering but the teaching methods never seemed to apply to him and for some reason unknown to him his professors kept getting pissed off that he couldn’t exactly explain what he’d just done with whatever hands on work they were doing. The computer programs had just baffled him completely so he went back to driving a cab. It was Jean-Paul that actually figured out Ian was a mutant and that’s how, when JP went back to teach, Ian had gotten a sort of custodial job at the institute as well on recommendation. During that time, Ian’s mother had become increasingly distraught as her boy seemed to separate from them. He never called, never visited and she went into a bad depression from her lack of control which left her on medication and a bit of a mopey alcoholic. His father became the caretaker for Lucy doing his best to just go from day to day and keep the issues from Ian. The environment hadn’t been very good for Ian so he was better off, right? When JP had his falling out with Emma and Scott, then transferred to the West Coast, Ian decided to follow feeling a sense of adventure and wanting to go to the other side of the country for once. And there he’s been for the past two years, doing the same job he had pretty much at the old school. Describe Your Character’s Personality: Ian is a strange duck. He’s blunt and kind of insulting so it doesn’t usually seem like he gives a damn about anyone’s feelings. Not entirely true as he is a good and true friend to those who can stand him for long periods of times. He has a rather boisterous sense of humor and he jokes about practically everything. Ian also loves his sarcasm, hoo boy. He likes to question things and make conspiracy theories that aren’t necessarily politically correct but Hell, he figures if someone doesn’t like it, they just won’t talk to him or they’ll tell him to go the fuck away. And if they don’t, then that’s their problem. He’s kind of a slow paced guy despite his seemingly hectic everyday, really just drifting along through life with no real direction. Although in the back of his mind, he’s surprisingly the kind of guy who wants that white picket fence and 2.5 kids and a happy home. He just needs to clean up and straighten out first. And maybe get a better job. And learn how to deal with women. He’s the kind of guy you’d see eating toast, practicing juggling, reading a newspaper and driving all at the same time but when you talk to him or walk with him, he just shrugs and sluggishly walks along. Extreme stress usually has him being kind of snappish and mopey. And generally ‘we’re all doomed, doomed I tell you’. He’s not a leader in these sorts of situations. He’s a bit of an alcoholic, having some strange nights in his memory that have him, well, not remembering a damned thing or certain he did something he really wasn’t supposed to. He’s the kind of guy that doesn’t give a damn about race, gender, genetics or whatever else. He just wants people to be true to themselves and to be happy with who they are even if he isn’t entirely happy with himself. *Abilities* Mutant Powers: Innate Mechanics: Ian has the ability to build or fix pretty much anything mechanical. He can’t fix computers or anything that complicated but give him a toaster, a car – things of that nature – and he can fix them without even needing instructions. He doesn’t know what to do in his conscious mind. He just starts doing things and they just so happen to work. Spread out pieces of an unknown object and he could piece it together into perfect working order or make it into something else without even knowing what it is until its done. He has a particularly annoying habit of pressing buttons or messing with one piece and suddenly something’s working again especially after someone’s tried to fix it for ages but hasn’t been able to. It does allow him to build certain kinds of weaponry but that doesn’t necessarily mean he knows how to use it well. When he builds, he has to use existing parts. He’s limited in what he can actually do like he couldn’t build a rollercoaster but he could build a car from the frame up since you can do that by yourself with the right tools but it’s impossible to build a rollercoaster with one person. And all in all, he’s perfectly human. He can get beaten, stabbed, shot, whatever. He has no real offensive or defensive capabilities with this power. And again, he doesn’t exactly know how he does things or sometimes even what he builds. He can’t teach anyone or tell anyone exactly what went where so no one can really learn from him unless they’re good at watching. It makes him sleep deprived to be honest because he constantly has things going through his head Other Abilities, Special Skills, Education, etc: Sharking pool, driving two miles an hour, flipping people the bird, mixing up household chemicals/ingredients to make messes and loud but harmless bangs, destroying a room in ten minutes armed only with a crowbar/baseball bat/hammer... Pointless noise and destruction is his forte. *Life on Mutant Island* What education level is your character at? Some college. What do they do for fun? Playing pool, making balloon animals, causing disturbances, flirting with chicks, getting drunk off his arse. Why did they choose to come to the Xavier Memorial Institute? Jean-Paul convinced him to come along for the ride. Are they a member/applicant to the Legacy team? If not are they a student? A groundskeeper? An accountant for the university? Custodial and mechanic duties. Might join the Legacy team if asked but sees no real application for his powers in their group. *Technical Info* PB: Joe Anderson Journal Name: Yellowcab Writing Sample: Ian hadn't spent much time in his brand new dorm room. He'd counted all his bags and trunks of goodies to make sure everything was at least somewhat there, then he'd gone to explore the residence using the map. Rec room. That sounded like just the place he wanted to spend time. So he'd grabbed some stuff out of one particular trunk and gone down stairs, for now avoiding his brand new roommate – that was going to take some getting used to. It had been rather easy to find said rec room and he was delighted to find out that some charitable fellow student had left a case of beer on a table with a bow on it and a big glittery note that said “Drink responsibly.” Well that was something you didn’t see every day. Grabbing one of the left behind beers (quite certain no one would question him about his age) he checked around to find a pool table. Most of the balls were missing and there was only one cue. Well jeeze, no one cared about anything did they? Ian racked up what balls there were, shaking his head a little with a sigh. Then he cracked open the can and took a short drink... And then he decided he needed some kind of companionship for this so from his pockets, he produced a purple balloon and tied it into a poodle shape which he then taped to the other end of the table. Finally, he lit up a cigarette and found himself an ashtray. Actually it looked like a paper Dixie cup that someone had left behind but it was partially filled with cigarette ashes and a butt so whatever. Although one might ask what the purpose of the balloon animal was - no purpose. Just to have it there. It was the "second player" for now. He was on about the third shot and was occasionally addressing the balloon poodle just for shits and giggles. "Y'know if you had hands this'd be easier for you." He took a drag off his cigarette, looking for his next best shot. When he took that shot, he accidentally bounced it off one of the front feet of the poodle, popping the balloon. As it deflated Ian cried in a dramatic fashion, “Oh no! Mister Tibbles! Why did you try to block the shot?!” Unfortunately it was at that moment when a couple of other students were passing by and paused in the doorway to stare at him. When Ian realized it, he glanced over at them with a sad face and asked, “What the fuck are you looking at? My dog just died in a horrible popping accident.” The two students glanced between each other and then quickly moved on. | |||||||||
| Schools: | None listed | |||||||||
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| Member of: | 2: xmi_ic, xmi_ooc | |||||||||
| Account type: | Free Patient | |||||||||
