AoX: Souther

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X - BASIC

Real Name:  Lloyd Souther (Will introduce himself, and go by “Souther”)
Current Codename: Charge
Codenames: --
Age: 17
Birthday:  April 28th
Race: (Mutant)
Grade: 11
Position: Student
Roommate: 

X - STATUS

Identity: Public
Citizenship: Canadian Citizen (Raised in the US)
Marital Status: Single
Sexuality: Unknown
Occupation: Street Urchin
Education: Never had the opportunity to go to school, but he's an avid reader. He's more street smart than book smart.

X - CHARACTERISTICS

Gender: Male
Height: 6'0
Weight: 165lbs
Eyes: The iris and pupil glow the same shade and brightness as his hair. The rest of his eye is a darker tealish blue.
Hair: Luminescent Blue. Each strand is like it's own neon light.
Skin: Dark Grey
Unusual Features: His hair and eyes glow. His hands and feet have mutated into claw like appendages that allow him to outwardly channel his powers. Similar to the function of an electric prong on a power chord.

X - POWERS

Class: III

Stats: ○/●

Intelligence: ●●○○○○○ | Normal

Strength: ●●●●○○○ | Super Human (When using ability(Max Charge))

Speed: ●●○○○○○ | Normal

Durability: ●●○○○○○ | Normal

Energy Projection: ●●○○○○○ | Can discharge energy on contact with claws

Fighting Ability: ●○○○○○○ | No fighting abilities

Mutation 1: 

• Electric Charge: 
      Souther generates massive amounts of electrical energy that gets stored within him. This electrical energy has become Souther's primary source of energy that his body uses to function normally. When desired, Souther can transfer that energy into his muscles to “charge up” their capabilities, allowing him to become much stronger than normal. Because his body is constantly making more energy then he can normally use up in a day, quite often he has to discharge some of it to keep himself from “overheating” - so to speak. His claws act as specialized electrical prongs that allow him to discharge excess energy from his body.

         If he were to charge himself up to just be stronger than normal, he would last for about twenty minutes. 

         Charge Levels

Mutation 2: --
Weaknesses: 

• As his power is linked to his energy, the more he uses, the more exhausted he becomes. If he were to completely use it all, he would not survive. His skills are best used in a burst, so that he can recover.
  
  
• He cannot Discharge and Charge himself up at the same time.
  
  
• He cannot work smart phones. The screens don't read his fingers.

• He can only discharge through his claws. You can touch anywhere else on his body and not be affected

• Doesn't do well in extreme climates.

• Can't wear shoes and often has to be careful where he stands.

• Can't swim

  
  Fighting Style: Takes a beating
  
  

X - PERSONAL

Likes: 

• Spring weather
  
• Fireworks
  
• Reading
  
• Fresh food
• Kindness
• Quiet contemplation
  
• Learning
  
• Hot Baths 
  

Dislikes: 

• Glowing
  
• Criminal Activities
  
• Abusive people
  
• Early Morning Dump trucks
  
• Cruel Comments
  
• People who harm children
  
• Police Sirens
  
• Fighting
  
• Breaking the Rules
  
• Jail

Personality: 

• Self Deprecating: Believes he is “below” other people.
  
• Shy/Quiet: He'll talk, but you gotta start the conversation. Once he opens up to you, he'll be more vocal, but that might take time. “Out of Sight, out of Mind” is pretty much his mantra. But don't consider him "stoic" or "cold."
  
• Observant/Analytical: He watches everything and everyone with great curiosity and intrigue. Even though he has no education, he is rather smart at putting together things and coming up with solid ideas and plans.
• Easily Manipulated: He never stands up for himself, so it's easy to get him to do what you want.
• Generous: He tries his best to give back to the world.
• Passive Aggressive: Even though he doesn't stand up for himself, he'll passive aggressively let you know that he is unhappy with things. This can either be with words, or doing a sloppy job with whatever he was asked to do.
• Ethical: Despite his crime ridden upbringing, he has a strong sense of justice and right or wrong. Though often his sense of morals is often skewed to him being to blame for things.
• Questioning: He asks soooooo many questions. And he often answers questions with more questions. He has an almost insatiable appetite to learn.
  
• Honest: He never lies. But he may withhold the truth.
• Kind: He knows what it's like to suffer, and he doesn't want to make other people feel the same way. 

Facts: 

• The glow to his hair and eyes indicates his energy levels. The glow dulls the more energy he uses. When he has used up all of his energy, his hair is a dull grey.
• When using his energy, electrical like markings grow up his body. The more energy, the thicker the markings. 
  
• His claws glow the same blue as his hair if he's discharging through them.
• He is not immune to electrical type attacks. He will take the physical damage from them, but electrical based attacks will give him a slight recharge and may be the only thing that keeps him from dying if he drains his tank.
  
• His claws aren't overly sharp. You can touch them and not get cut. Besides for their use for his abilities, they are more suited for climbing or digging, then clawing and slashing.
• He's rather secretive about his strength capabilities. He finds people knowing causes all kind of trouble. Most people think that discharging is the only thing he can do.
• He's been to prison.
• Even though deep down he knows that his parents did indeed love him, he has never been able to reach out and try and find them for fear of them finding out about his criminal record.
• He suffers from anxiety.
• He can sleep anywhere.
• He will eat anything. He's a good victim to test questionable cooking skills on.
• He's very active and can often be found doing some kind of exorcize - like running - to burn off some energy,

X - ORIGIN

History: 
    Little baby Lloyd Souther was abandoned at a hospital shortly after he was born for unknown reasons, and then adopted by two loving women - Natalie and Heather Souther. After the adoption, as little Lloyd began to grow, the Souther's were quick to learn that the new addition to their family was a mutant. By the age of four, his skin had desaturated and darkened, and his eyes took on their glowing colour. The Southers were shocked that their son carried the mutant gene, but, having dealt with their own personal journey's of persecution, they were not about to let their son feel any kind of hate or shame for being who he was. They loved that little boy with all of their hearts.
  
    For five years the small family grew happily together in the quiet suburbs of Toronto often overcoming many of the hurtles that life threw at them for being "different." 

    As Lloyd began to grow, so too did his energy, and over time, the rest of his body continued to mutate in order to deal with it. 
It was somewhat hard being a small child with grey skin and glowing eyes to make friends with kids his age. It was MUCH harder being the same oddly coloured little boy with claw like fingers and glowing hair. His parents however, never stopped encouraging him, and Lloyd remained happy though his self esteem was often hurt.

    All good things must come to an end however, and during a family trip down to the States to visit an aunt, poor little Lloyd was cruelly manipulated by a vagabond and then abducted from a park while his moms were talking to someone. From then on, all of the careful love and devotion and caring words about "being yourself" and "not hiding who you are" were quickly squashed away by the cruel life of living on the streets with criminals who saw Lloyd as a lowly tool and not as a person. The constant flow of "Anti Mutant" propaganda that his parents had tried so hard to hide from him, did not help Lloyd to rise past his new mentor's constant jabbings and remarks. Lloyd was a mutant, and that meant he was undesirable. Soon Lloyd stopped referring to himself by his first name, and went by Souther instead as a way to distance himself was the lies of his childhood.

    From then on Souther lived on the streets, and survived off of the "Charity" of the man who abducted him. To repay the man, Souther helped him to commit petty crimes such as breaking and entering, burglary, begging and the like. This lifestyle did by no means bring wealth to the duo, and more often than not, the two of them slept homeless and cold on the streets. And also often hungry.

    Eventually they joined forces with other street thugs, and their small gang became well known as a nuisance around the neighborhood that they plagued.

    Souther never enjoyed being a criminal. He was often forced to commit the crimes that he did, or guilted into doing it. He was convinced that the thugs he grew up with were doing him a favour, and that he owed it to them to help them out. Though he would not fight for his group as a small sign of defiance, which meant that the small gang did not have the street cred that the leader knew they could have if Souther acted more aggressive. This only increased Souther's feeling of guilt and belief that he would help with stealing in order to make it up to them.

    As the neighborhood soon became fed up with the criminal activity, a police sting was eventually conducted, and during an ambush, Souther was thrown under the bus and arrested as the mastermind behind the whole ordeal. The other thugs had long since practiced this situation, and all convinced the police, that the young mutant was forcing them into a life of crime. 

    Despite his young age, Souther was believed to be too dangerous to be left in a normal juvenile detention center, and was thrown into prison. Even though going to prison was terrifying, Souther believed that he deserved it, so he didn't object and went willingly. Souther's reactions to the accusations were odd to some from the police force, and a kindhearted officer worked tirelessly until she found evidence that Souther was in fact a victim of child abduction, coercion, abuse and manipulation. The charges against him were eventually dropped after six months of deliberation, and with the Police officer's help, Souther found his way to Jean Grey School for Higher Learning to start a new - hopefully better - life.

 
Universe: earth-2016 
Place of Birth: Unknown, but he was abandoned in Toronto, Canada
Nationality: Canadian
Ethnicity: Unknown

Relatives: Natalie and Heather Souther (Adoptive Moms)

X - RELATIONSHIPS

Allies: 
Enemies: 

X - ROLEPLAY

Timezone: Pacific
Method: Discord, Docs, Notes
Format: Paragraph
Rating: Pretty much everything
Example: 
    
    "Would you consider yourself dangerous?"

    Souther blinked and turned his attention back to the officer who was interrogating him. He had been in this small room for over an hour now, and his mind had started to wander as he contemplated the answers to the slew of questions that had been thrown at him. This question was different. The chains that bound his wrists to the table jingled softly as he shifted on his chair.

    "Would you consider yourself to be dangerous?" The police officer asked again. Her name was Officer June. She had been harsh and stern at first, but her tone and attitude had somewhat shifted to being more patient as the interrogation went on. Souther wasn't sure if it was part of a ploy to get more information out of him, but he didn't really care. It was nice dealing with the more softer spoken officer then by the rough handling aggressive ones who had brought him in. 

    "I don't like hurting people." Souther answered quietly. He only managed to hold June's gaze for a moment before dropping his eyes back to the table. Souther wasn't afraid to be sitting in the police department. He wasn't angry that his allies and him had been caught. Guilt was the prominant emotion he was feeling right now. It was hard to look the officer in the eyes when he knew that he had done something wrong. Especially when it had been against his better judgement in the first place. He also felt a lot of guilt for taking so much of the officer's time. Surely she had more important things to do then sit here and talk to him? Souther had been caught red handed robbing a Jewelery store. He certainly didn't need to be interrogated about it. Why didn't they just throw him in jail already? Officer June seemed determined to wittle out some kind of information from the young man, but he couldn't imagine what.

    Officer June's mouth pressed into a thin line and she sighed before trying again. "That's not what I asked. Would you consider yourself dangerous."

    "I have certain physical characteristics that when paired with other skills I possess, could be considered a "dangerous asset" - yes." Souther answered. His hands shifted on the table uncomfortably. Was he being treated this way because he was a mutant? Probably. But why even ask the question? Even though his hands were used for other purposes, the claw like ends to his fingers made them look menacing. Anyone would take one look at them and label Souther as "dangerous." No one needed to ask HIS opinion on the matter.

    Shifting uncomfortably, Souther wished he could shove his disfigured fingers into his pockets to hide them. Behind the two way mirror that was on the wall behind Officer June, Souther knew he was being watched and studied and judged. It was making him anxious. Why was this interrogation taking so long? The police had been waiting for the small gang of thugs to rob the store. The ambush had been so quick. Souther's cheek still smarted from where one of the police officers had held his head against the pavement as they cuffed him. When he closed his eyes, he could still see down the barrel of the gun they had pointed at him. The air was loud with the sound of yelling. Around him, the other members from his gang had been meeting a similar fate. Were they also being interrogated like this?

    "Souther, you are avoiding the question." Officer June leaned in close. "It's important for you to be honest with me right now. Depending on your answers, you could be facing a very harsh sentence. "Armed Robbery" carries a heavy weight here, and the Judge won't care about your age." Officer June wasn't trying to scare him. She was laying down the facts.

    Armed Robbery? But he never carried any kind of weapon with him. Souther glanced at his hands that were forced to be out on the open on the table in front of him. "Exhibit A" he could imagine someone saying. Armed Robbery it was. There was no escaping it.

    The young mutant sighed and decided to stop worrying about his charges and focus on the interrogation. "I cannot answer your question, officer as I feel like both answers I could give, is a trap to lead me to the same outcome. If I say "No" and that I do not consider myself dangerous, I will be labeled a liar. I "look" dangerous, ergo, I "am" dangerous." If I say "yes" I do consider myself dangerous, then my words will be taken as a clarification for what is already assumed of me. The question that is really being asked here is 'do YOU consider me to be dangerous?' and I cannot answer that question for you."

    Leaning back in her chair with a bewildered look on her face, Officer June shook her head and smiled sadly. "Kid, you're really bad at fighting for yourself. I'm trying to help you out here."

    Souther shrugged, causing the chains to fill the room with their metalic noise once more. "I committed a crime. Criminals should pay the price for their actions."

    Clasping her hands in front of her on the table, Officer June leaned forward. "Did you willingly commit that crime?"

    Souther swallowed and glanced away. "No one held a gun to my head and told me to do it." Of course he didn't willingly commit it. He had been strongly against the idea. But early in the week, Souther had had the chance to fight off some thugs who were trying to come onto the local gang's territory. Of course he didn't fight them, so the rivals had ended up taking some loot Souther had been told to watch over. The beating he got from the rivals was nothing compared to the beating he got from his gang when they found out what had happened. Yet despite Souther's screw up, he had still been given the left overs of some take out food. And the week before that, Souther couldn't forget that had been allowed to sleep on the couch for the first time. The small acts of kindness should not have gone unthanked...so Souther did as he was told. He agreed to help rob the jewerly store because he owed it to his gang. Even though it felt wrong.

    "How long have you been running with Albert and his gang?" Officer June asked as she flipped through some papers in the file in front of her. 

    Souther was grateful that June wasn't going to grill him some more on his "beat-around-the-bush" answers so he answered this one quickly. "Since I was little. Around six or so."

    The file flicked closed as she looked up at him. Souther noticed something flash behind her eyes. "Since you were six?!" 

    Souther flinched at the shock in her voice, and retreated within himself. Clearly he had said something wrong. He would have to be more careful. He had no desire to screw up more. Officer June's tone was much more calm and kind when she started talking again. 

    "Souther, who are your parents? Do you know know where they are?"

    Souther looked to the side again, his mouth twisting into a line of discomfort. "I don't know."

    "Do they know where you are?" She asked, her voice quiet and gentle.

    "No." His voice was just as quiet but stern. What did his parents have to do with anything?

    Officer June was about to say something else, but the door to the room opened and another officer walked in. Souther's concern for the interrogation's current direction was quickly pushed aside as he watched with curiosity as the man leaned down and whispered something into June's ear. The man's gaze flicked over to Souther once. Then he stood up, shrugged and left. June's face looked dark and angry. Clearly something was going on. Souther had probably messed up again.

    "As you know, you weren't the only person we arrested tonight at that crime scene. The rest of your group was apprehended as well." Officer June cleared her throat and shifted in her chair. She leaned forward, and drilled her gaze into the young mutant. "Every single one of those people have confessed to only conducting that crime because of your coercion. They all have the same story, that you forced them to do it."

    Souther's eyes widened at the news. All of them? All of them had blamed him? Had thrown him under the bus? Just like that? He fell back against the back of his chair and stared in disbelief at the two way mirror on the other side of the room. His reflection made it apparent that he was doing a bad job at hiding his shock. But then of course it made sense that they had done it. There had never been any love between any of them. Souther wasn't even considered an ally. He was just a tool. And like all tools, his usefulness had apparently run out. But he apparently had one last function to perform. The ultimate "take the blame." For years Albert and his goons had raised Souther. Kept him fed and clothed. And sometimes he even had a roof over his head. Did he not owe this to them? One final thank you for their years of generosity? "Humans before Muties," is what they would always say.

    "What do you have to say to that?" Officer June asked, still drilling Souther with her gaze. She seemed angry, but she didn't seem angry at Souther. If he wasn't so shocked and torn up at the moment, he would have pondered her reaction more, but right now he was far too conflicted.

    Souther paused for a long moment before speaking. "What is the right thing to do?" 

    "Tell me the truth, Souther." It sounded like officer June was begging for an answer. Like she was desperate to hear something that Souther didn't think he could say. No, he KNEW he couldn't say it. He couldn't say anything that would ruin his gang's chance to go free. It was Souther's fault they were all in this mess after all. If he had just fought off the rivals, then none of this would have happened. They wouldn't have had their loot stolen, which meant they wouldn't have had to steal from the store.

    The youth closed his eyes and sighed. His voice sounded dejected when he continued. "Criminals should be punished for their actions. I am a criminal, and therefore I should pay the price of my crime." He paused and took in a deep shaking breath. Staring at his disgusting hands, Souther nodded slowly and closed his eyes. "Those people were only there because of me...It was my fault." He admitted.