Post by flynnryan on May 14, 2006 23:02:30 GMT -5
Name: FLynn Ryan
Alias: Red King
Age: 32
Gender: M
Side: against
Appearance: All apperance factors are varriable. Listed are prefered/default based on Red King's human template.
Height 5' 7"
Weight 180 lbs
Eye Colour blue
Hair Colour light brown
Mutation/Powers: Flesh Elemental
Flesh Elemental- complete control of own body limmited influance of others. (includes essentialy teliportation, shape-shifting, healing of self and others)
-Weakness: concerning multiple bodies, greater sensory input slows reaction time. May confuse conversations.
Strength is aginst flesh. Psychic, mystic, other elemental attacks, vunerability. Still feels pain, but can cut off a specific sence. (i.e. touch for pain).
Legend speaks, in the most ancient of magical lore, of a particular blood stone amulet which contains another flesh elemental spirit driven absolutely mad ..by eons of imprisonment. Wearer of said amulet gains special abilities drawn from the power of that elemental. Abilities, and accompanying maddness, grow the longer the amulet is worn. Worn long enough, the berrer could lock Flynn's power, forcing his body/bodies into a state of powerless mortality at which point each body would become an indipendantly functioning, yet powerless entity. Why hasn't this amulet been destroid in a preemptive move of self defence over the ages? It would unleash a VERY powerful and VERY insane flesh elemental on the world. Only someone seeking total genocide would free this powerful entity. Now before you go scurring to your local museum expecting to just happen to find it on display, know that it was locked away in stone ages ago when the elementals of water and stone burried it beneath the North Pole.Would-be world conquers as recent as Hitler and the Soviets have learned of and saught this ancient relic .. carefuly combing legends and alchemical lore... there have even been expiditions sent trying to recover with the cover story of looking for a passage to the "hollow Earth."
History/Background:
-History: Throughout history, the Earth has formed elemental spirits to help bridge the gap between it's many creations. Spirits of the recently deceased are waylayed in their journey to the beyond and used as a template making a force an entity. These entites roam for a time then join a perminant gathering of their like that have gone before. How a soul is chosen is not known, but it is always from a desasterous death.
A few years ago, Flynn was a fairly quiet and reserved, yet talanted artist, working with characters and women in particular in the fantasy genere. Then the time came when Flynn had indadvertantly crossed the wrong people. A modeling session had gotten out of hand... or rather in hand. As luck would have it, she was an old mob boss's daughter. Out on Lake Mead in the middle of the night, it was arranged for a boating "accident" which engulfed him in flames. as he sank into the murky depths... cold... so cold and dark. Then red... a warmth... all around...
Flynn found himself having transversed the murky bottom and walked ashore, oddly enough apperentaly uninjured. One of them was there, on the shore, waiting just in case. A shot from a silancer, and then another... Flynn was only a few feet away, she couldn't have missed, yet the bullet wounds healed as quickly as they had formed... and what Flynn saw was red... a fierey red, vengance filled his being, How DARE they?! In his minds eye he saw her with her somewhat long frizzy hair blowing in the wind.. saw that hair wraping it's self around her throat and tightening ever tighter...
Her choaking gasps snaped him back to reality to confront what the mind's eye had already shown, the narrow-minded wench perrishing by her own hair! As her eyes glazed over and breath stopped, Flynn wondered what it was like, lying there, dead, and as if by the thought alone the view changed. He was lying on the ground, looking up at himself where the burns and bullet wounds have returned... he lifted my/her hand how strange. He didn't much care for the thought of being her for the rest of his life. and suddenly with a flash of red, Flynn was home in his own body again.
Over the next few days, he experiments... growing and receading hair, and nails. Cutting deeper and deeper to see it heal as quick as it happens. Then it hit him... art... a prick of the finger, a few drops of blood mixed with the paint... his already impressive control over the medium became phenominal!
Flynn's career took off as never before, but those who sought to eliminate him would not be satisfied by mere money, they wanted blood. But soon, they began noticing that their hitmen never seemed to come back, and that their deaths were often by strangulation or asphixiation from their own hair, or as if their skin had simply closed up suffocating them. Once they even found one with a thin membrane of dead tissue closing off the airway.
In time, Flynn's special tallants and and growing finances came to the attention of Lord Imperial Sebastian Shaw. Contact was on his to do list when his latest run in with the X-Men again left him without his position, succed by the far more noble Roboerto DaCosta. DaCosta saught to establish a Hellfire Club presance In Las Vegas. DaCosta could not have come to power at a more oppertune time. Shaw's files provided him with an excellent oppertunity in Vegas with a powerful entity that could head things up. According to the files, death only visited those whom had clearly wished it upon Flynn with the intent of carring it out. Self defense. Sage had compiled the file herself, and it was on her reccomendation that DaCosta met with Flynn Ryan. It was made clear, that despite DaCosta officialy running things, the Hellfire Club stall carried a citain reputaiton among the X-Men, and Flynn, shouldn't expect to be greeted with open arms in any encounter.
Flynn was powerful, and Sage felt he could be trusted.
But DaCosta needed bussiness sence as well as raw power. It was a two year trial time in which Flynn was placed incharge of the Circle Club at the new Inferno Hotel & Casino.
The Club became a mild focal point of the energies of the Red dimention to which Flynn had been linked since that fateful night.. Those privilaged to enjoy memebrship felt power as they entered Flynn's domain, a power of hot firy life and energy!
It had been two years, Xavier's had shut down, and was now re-opening. Mutant population was exploding. Time was growing tight when the Club would need to exert it's political influance. Inner Circles were needed. It was time Vegas rose to the occasion. The mob returned, after a fassion as Flynn Ryan was made officialy the Red King out of Vegas.
-Personality:
Bold, confidant, somewhat playful. courtesy is given, but his respect must be earned. (he will politely tolerate you, but don't expect any real favors off the bat.) A bit of a manipulator, he will go to great lengths, even deception if he feels it neccicary to achieve his ends.
An artist and somewhat of a contimplater, Flynn holds an intrest in the paranormal of all sorts and am fairly well versed in a number of aspects of such. His general view is one of "Life is for living, enjoy it while you can, but take precaution that it is there to be enjoyed for years to come." Essentialy have fun, but don't do anything stupid.
Sample Post:
in the heart of Sin City sat the Flynn Ryan, Red King over the Las Vegas branch of the Hellfire Club.
As head of the Las Vegas branch, it was no obstical gaining access to information noting mutant activity through the city. As mutants began entering into the sceen more and more, Flynn could redily see they were the future. THeir natural power make them best suited to handle whatever the future may bring. But some classic humans only saw an encroachment on their own primitive level of humanity.
A new order was about to rise in the city. Mutants were the future, as was the Club. Flynn found it only logical to combine the two, and DaCosta knew full well that if mutants were not in charge at some level, even if it wasn't the public face, their days were numbered.
Flynn's attention returned to the task at hand as he poured over the potential cannidates. So many empowered, but so few with the ambition to size the future....
And what a future. Flynn could sence something big over the horizon. Something the world was preparing for with the sudden surge in empowered. Mutant and incidental. The next step in evolution was underway. The foot was in the air with the variety of changes eventualy to boild down into a new man with common assets. Ancient lore held of previous rises and falls of great civilizations in what is concidered pre-history. Mutation must be allowed to run it's natural corse. But whisperings held that there were others lacking vision for the future. Seeing only a threat to their own primitive ways. And this obsticle to the survival for culture in the future was reaching for a climax.
Alias: Red King
Age: 32
Gender: M
Side: against
Appearance: All apperance factors are varriable. Listed are prefered/default based on Red King's human template.
Height 5' 7"
Weight 180 lbs
Eye Colour blue
Hair Colour light brown
Mutation/Powers: Flesh Elemental
Flesh Elemental- complete control of own body limmited influance of others. (includes essentialy teliportation, shape-shifting, healing of self and others)
-Weakness: concerning multiple bodies, greater sensory input slows reaction time. May confuse conversations.
Strength is aginst flesh. Psychic, mystic, other elemental attacks, vunerability. Still feels pain, but can cut off a specific sence. (i.e. touch for pain).
Legend speaks, in the most ancient of magical lore, of a particular blood stone amulet which contains another flesh elemental spirit driven absolutely mad ..by eons of imprisonment. Wearer of said amulet gains special abilities drawn from the power of that elemental. Abilities, and accompanying maddness, grow the longer the amulet is worn. Worn long enough, the berrer could lock Flynn's power, forcing his body/bodies into a state of powerless mortality at which point each body would become an indipendantly functioning, yet powerless entity. Why hasn't this amulet been destroid in a preemptive move of self defence over the ages? It would unleash a VERY powerful and VERY insane flesh elemental on the world. Only someone seeking total genocide would free this powerful entity. Now before you go scurring to your local museum expecting to just happen to find it on display, know that it was locked away in stone ages ago when the elementals of water and stone burried it beneath the North Pole.Would-be world conquers as recent as Hitler and the Soviets have learned of and saught this ancient relic .. carefuly combing legends and alchemical lore... there have even been expiditions sent trying to recover with the cover story of looking for a passage to the "hollow Earth."
History/Background:
-History: Throughout history, the Earth has formed elemental spirits to help bridge the gap between it's many creations. Spirits of the recently deceased are waylayed in their journey to the beyond and used as a template making a force an entity. These entites roam for a time then join a perminant gathering of their like that have gone before. How a soul is chosen is not known, but it is always from a desasterous death.
A few years ago, Flynn was a fairly quiet and reserved, yet talanted artist, working with characters and women in particular in the fantasy genere. Then the time came when Flynn had indadvertantly crossed the wrong people. A modeling session had gotten out of hand... or rather in hand. As luck would have it, she was an old mob boss's daughter. Out on Lake Mead in the middle of the night, it was arranged for a boating "accident" which engulfed him in flames. as he sank into the murky depths... cold... so cold and dark. Then red... a warmth... all around...
Flynn found himself having transversed the murky bottom and walked ashore, oddly enough apperentaly uninjured. One of them was there, on the shore, waiting just in case. A shot from a silancer, and then another... Flynn was only a few feet away, she couldn't have missed, yet the bullet wounds healed as quickly as they had formed... and what Flynn saw was red... a fierey red, vengance filled his being, How DARE they?! In his minds eye he saw her with her somewhat long frizzy hair blowing in the wind.. saw that hair wraping it's self around her throat and tightening ever tighter...
Her choaking gasps snaped him back to reality to confront what the mind's eye had already shown, the narrow-minded wench perrishing by her own hair! As her eyes glazed over and breath stopped, Flynn wondered what it was like, lying there, dead, and as if by the thought alone the view changed. He was lying on the ground, looking up at himself where the burns and bullet wounds have returned... he lifted my/her hand how strange. He didn't much care for the thought of being her for the rest of his life. and suddenly with a flash of red, Flynn was home in his own body again.
Over the next few days, he experiments... growing and receading hair, and nails. Cutting deeper and deeper to see it heal as quick as it happens. Then it hit him... art... a prick of the finger, a few drops of blood mixed with the paint... his already impressive control over the medium became phenominal!
Flynn's career took off as never before, but those who sought to eliminate him would not be satisfied by mere money, they wanted blood. But soon, they began noticing that their hitmen never seemed to come back, and that their deaths were often by strangulation or asphixiation from their own hair, or as if their skin had simply closed up suffocating them. Once they even found one with a thin membrane of dead tissue closing off the airway.
In time, Flynn's special tallants and and growing finances came to the attention of Lord Imperial Sebastian Shaw. Contact was on his to do list when his latest run in with the X-Men again left him without his position, succed by the far more noble Roboerto DaCosta. DaCosta saught to establish a Hellfire Club presance In Las Vegas. DaCosta could not have come to power at a more oppertune time. Shaw's files provided him with an excellent oppertunity in Vegas with a powerful entity that could head things up. According to the files, death only visited those whom had clearly wished it upon Flynn with the intent of carring it out. Self defense. Sage had compiled the file herself, and it was on her reccomendation that DaCosta met with Flynn Ryan. It was made clear, that despite DaCosta officialy running things, the Hellfire Club stall carried a citain reputaiton among the X-Men, and Flynn, shouldn't expect to be greeted with open arms in any encounter.
Flynn was powerful, and Sage felt he could be trusted.
But DaCosta needed bussiness sence as well as raw power. It was a two year trial time in which Flynn was placed incharge of the Circle Club at the new Inferno Hotel & Casino.
The Club became a mild focal point of the energies of the Red dimention to which Flynn had been linked since that fateful night.. Those privilaged to enjoy memebrship felt power as they entered Flynn's domain, a power of hot firy life and energy!
It had been two years, Xavier's had shut down, and was now re-opening. Mutant population was exploding. Time was growing tight when the Club would need to exert it's political influance. Inner Circles were needed. It was time Vegas rose to the occasion. The mob returned, after a fassion as Flynn Ryan was made officialy the Red King out of Vegas.
-Personality:
Bold, confidant, somewhat playful. courtesy is given, but his respect must be earned. (he will politely tolerate you, but don't expect any real favors off the bat.) A bit of a manipulator, he will go to great lengths, even deception if he feels it neccicary to achieve his ends.
An artist and somewhat of a contimplater, Flynn holds an intrest in the paranormal of all sorts and am fairly well versed in a number of aspects of such. His general view is one of "Life is for living, enjoy it while you can, but take precaution that it is there to be enjoyed for years to come." Essentialy have fun, but don't do anything stupid.
Sample Post:
in the heart of Sin City sat the Flynn Ryan, Red King over the Las Vegas branch of the Hellfire Club.
As head of the Las Vegas branch, it was no obstical gaining access to information noting mutant activity through the city. As mutants began entering into the sceen more and more, Flynn could redily see they were the future. THeir natural power make them best suited to handle whatever the future may bring. But some classic humans only saw an encroachment on their own primitive level of humanity.
A new order was about to rise in the city. Mutants were the future, as was the Club. Flynn found it only logical to combine the two, and DaCosta knew full well that if mutants were not in charge at some level, even if it wasn't the public face, their days were numbered.
Flynn's attention returned to the task at hand as he poured over the potential cannidates. So many empowered, but so few with the ambition to size the future....
And what a future. Flynn could sence something big over the horizon. Something the world was preparing for with the sudden surge in empowered. Mutant and incidental. The next step in evolution was underway. The foot was in the air with the variety of changes eventualy to boild down into a new man with common assets. Ancient lore held of previous rises and falls of great civilizations in what is concidered pre-history. Mutation must be allowed to run it's natural corse. But whisperings held that there were others lacking vision for the future. Seeing only a threat to their own primitive ways. And this obsticle to the survival for culture in the future was reaching for a climax.
