Post by Pyro on Jun 6, 2006 13:35:54 GMT -5
Code Name: Pyro
Real Name: St. John Allerdyce
Age: 19
Powers: Manipulation of fire
Group: Acolytes
Individual Rival(s): Iceman (sort of)
Originally from: Sydney, Australia
High School Grade: adult
Hobbies and pastimes: Playing with lighters, fire places, and other things like that. Making a quick buck, and writing
History: John was born and raised in Australia. His powers, like most mutants emerged at puberty. However he couldn't figure out a way to use them for profit, so, for years he did not use them except in emergencies. Shortly, he worked as a journalist for Australia, covering Viet Nam and Indonesia. He wrote a novel based on what he saw, and planned on making another, he was found by Magneto, who brought a better offer to the table.
Magneto gave him what he always wanted, an offer for power. So he joined his team of elite mutants. They were able to take on the X-Men and Brotherhood at once. When push came to shove during the Apocolypse fight, Pyro was no where to be found, he's no one's hero, unless he could make a profit out of it.
PS: Forgive my god-moding of other characters in this RP. It's just so I have a chance to play Pyro against someone.
Sample Post:
Pyro, bored, flipped through one of his tattered old books, perusing the singed pages in an effort to interest himself. It really was not working. The base was so boring these days; there was nothing to do except pester the other Acolytes, and often that ended in pain. Pyro disliked pain.
Down the hall, he could hear Gambit singing in an off-key yodel. Some Cajun song, no doubt. Rolling off the bed, Pyro ventured out of his own room and nearly tripped over Piotr, who appeared to be poking the baseboard.
"Erm, wotcha up to there?" Pyro asked, once he had regained his balance. He leaned closer: there was a hole in the wall.
"There is a mouse hole. I am attempting to draw out the mouse." Piotr explained in his patient way.
"Oi could smoke it out, if ya loike." Pyro offered, flicking open his lighter.
"Nyet. I do not wish to kill it."
"Suit yerself," The pyromaniac lost interest in the mouse as his attention was once again grabbed by Remy's warbling. He decided to go tease Remy; the Cajun was a lot more fun than Colossus. Gambit at least got worked up about things...
Whistling, Pyro strolled his way into the kitchen and, grabbing the nearest thing at hand, chucked a dishtowel at Remy. "Quit yer wailin', Oi'm gettin an 'eadache!"
PS: I like pie
Real Name: St. John Allerdyce
Age: 19
Powers: Manipulation of fire
Group: Acolytes
Individual Rival(s): Iceman (sort of)
Originally from: Sydney, Australia
High School Grade: adult
Hobbies and pastimes: Playing with lighters, fire places, and other things like that. Making a quick buck, and writing
History: John was born and raised in Australia. His powers, like most mutants emerged at puberty. However he couldn't figure out a way to use them for profit, so, for years he did not use them except in emergencies. Shortly, he worked as a journalist for Australia, covering Viet Nam and Indonesia. He wrote a novel based on what he saw, and planned on making another, he was found by Magneto, who brought a better offer to the table.
Magneto gave him what he always wanted, an offer for power. So he joined his team of elite mutants. They were able to take on the X-Men and Brotherhood at once. When push came to shove during the Apocolypse fight, Pyro was no where to be found, he's no one's hero, unless he could make a profit out of it.
PS: Forgive my god-moding of other characters in this RP. It's just so I have a chance to play Pyro against someone.
Sample Post:
Pyro, bored, flipped through one of his tattered old books, perusing the singed pages in an effort to interest himself. It really was not working. The base was so boring these days; there was nothing to do except pester the other Acolytes, and often that ended in pain. Pyro disliked pain.
Down the hall, he could hear Gambit singing in an off-key yodel. Some Cajun song, no doubt. Rolling off the bed, Pyro ventured out of his own room and nearly tripped over Piotr, who appeared to be poking the baseboard.
"Erm, wotcha up to there?" Pyro asked, once he had regained his balance. He leaned closer: there was a hole in the wall.
"There is a mouse hole. I am attempting to draw out the mouse." Piotr explained in his patient way.
"Oi could smoke it out, if ya loike." Pyro offered, flicking open his lighter.
"Nyet. I do not wish to kill it."
"Suit yerself," The pyromaniac lost interest in the mouse as his attention was once again grabbed by Remy's warbling. He decided to go tease Remy; the Cajun was a lot more fun than Colossus. Gambit at least got worked up about things...
Whistling, Pyro strolled his way into the kitchen and, grabbing the nearest thing at hand, chucked a dishtowel at Remy. "Quit yer wailin', Oi'm gettin an 'eadache!"
PS: I like pie