Player Nickname: Dragon
Name: Lexington Brown
Codename: Wildstrike
Age: 21
Date of Birth: January 24th, 1991
Height: 6'6
Weight: 390 (MUCH heavier than he looks)
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Place of Origin: Rochester Hills, Michigan
Nationality/Race: African-American
Classification/Origin of Powers: Mutant
Status: Trainee
Occupation: Master's Degree Student: Sociology (minor in Psychology).
Personality Profile: Silent, watchful, and somewhat stand-offish, Lexington likes to keep a politly introverted social distance from most people, and pretends mostly to simply be shy to arrange this. In truth his mind (which never sleeps) is a constant maelstrom of information gathering and assessing activity, always taking in the reality of his surroundings and situation, weighing his observations, retaining the worthwhile facts, and discarding the trash... when he's not simply just lost in his own thoughts and imagination. A smart young man, Lexington vastly prefers intellectual pursuits over social ones, not the least of which is because he's woefully out of practice with such things (not that he was ever over-much good at them anyway). Still, if one can get him to open up, people tend to find him wilingly ammenable to social niceities, if a bit rough around the edges of 'how things really work' in the long lost art of getting-along.
In conversation, Lexington is often always civil, if not always painfully well-spoken, but has no problem what-so-ever in slipping into the local vernacular to better utilize his dry wit, sarcasm, and occasional rips of gregarious (if not sometimes dark) humor. When necessary, he can and will cuss like a sailor. All of this is maintained in an effort to keep people at a literal safe distance. Once people breech a radius of roughly three feet about his person, he usually quickly shuts up and begins to fidgit. A lot.
Physical Description: https://i.imgur.com/fiE4SGG.jpg
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General Power Information: Internalistic Psychic
Ability One: Tactile-Psychokinetic Body-Field- Lexington has an incredibly short-range power of psychokinesis, manifesting as an almost imperceptable field of psychic energy, that radiates from 1" above the surface of his skin to the marrow of his bones. This field enables him to physically manipulate minor and and massive objects at... only extremely close ranges. While he can lift and flip over a heavy truck, for example, he cannot do it, unless he is almost directly touching it, and manipulating the truck afterwards, requires a hands-on touch, literally, to control where the truck goes. The bio-feedback from this psychokinetic power enriches his physiology by constant battening of his muscle, nerve, and skeletal tissue, causing dense muscle-growth, swift reflexes, and an iron-clad constitution that enables him to compete on an Olympic level, even if his powers are blocked. When at full strength, however, the constantly active field enables Lexington to survive a considerable degree of damage (from light to heavy-arms fire, and extremes of temperature), unscathed, which is fortunate, as his field also allows him to jump freakishly high distances, climb sheer surfaces, and (to a very limited extent) fly over short ranges... and also to survive the sometimes uncontrolled landing without a scratch.
Ability Two: Psychic Self-Sustenence- Lexington's Psychokinetic Body-Field has other side effects, empowering his mind to a state of being constantly 'on', then diverting the cerebrally generated psychic energy back to keep his body hale and hearty. He needs not sleep, breathe, or eat, though he does require the same amount of water that everyone else does. Effectively sheilded off he thus can survive extremely short forays into space... not that he could get up there without a significant amount of aid.
Ability Three: Tactile-Psychokinetic Empathic Awareness- Lexington's field also allows him a limited ability to read and comprehend the true emotional states of others. This does not allow him to read minds, though it does enable him to comprehend a given person's emotional state, and if they are currently willingly lying at any given moment. Like the rest of his powers, however, the range of this ability requires a close proximity to whomever he's reading, with a range of about half a meter for a reading and lie detection.
Drawbacks & Weaknesses: Most of Lexington's powers lead themselves to a drawback. Because of the dense skeletal amnd muscular make up of his physiology, caused by his Body-Field, Lexington is vastly more dense then a person of his size and build should be. His true weight of 347lbs causes problems on fragile surfaces, occasionally inconveniences him in standard elevators, and ice is spectacularly treacherous for him to walk upon, most of the time. Moreover his dense physiology makes him extra-succeptable to eletrical attacks, causing extra damage to him on a succesful strike.
Because of the nature of his extra-weight/density and his Body-field, Lexington has spent the last seven years rigorously training and honing his reflexes to avoid doing crippling damage or worse to people and property- both outside and inside of combat situations. He is psychologically geared to avoid doing unnecessary harm, and to never kill with his person or powers. In fact, it can be safely assumed he is always pulling his punches to avoid any outcome more effective than a knock-out, in a fight, and even then he probably has to gauge and work his way up to that.
Lexington's natural state of constant Self-Sustenance increases his 'average' core temperature to around roughly 115 degrees Fahrenheit, or possibly higher. He is incredibly easy to see via infra-red or thermal-vision powers or technologies, without some sort of full body cover that can defend against the same. He also constantly exhudes a strong scent of aromatic woodsmoke, which makes him ridiculously easy to track, scent wise, by even the most rudimentary of survivalist-hunters.S
His Empathic Awareness is also very limited in what it can withstand. While he can, at most, generally maintain total self-control when dealing with a handful of people, one at a time, too many empathic signatures, in close proximity, can cause him to seize up and mentally shut down for anywhere from half an hour, or more, depending on exactly how strong the emotional state is. This also manifests as sort of social agoraphobia/clausterphobia, where Lexington becomes severely concerned and will seek to escape the close proximity of 'too many people'.
Skills: Engineering (Specifically Electrical Engineering & Electrician skills), Stealth, and some minor degree of actual Psychology.
Background: Lexington grew up in Rochester Hills, Michagan, raised by his constantly distracted, but loving father, Albert, a Science Professor at Oakland University. Relatively well off, he grew up without much personal knowledge of financial hardship, and was well trained with private schooling where he excelled academically, and athletically.
And then he turned 12, and life became... odd.
With the onset of puberity, young Lexington began to manifest his self-sustaining powers, and soon stopped eating entirely. He simply wasn't hungry, not anymore. This subtle manifestation of his mutation was something he hid as best he could from family, friends, and his minders at home. As he was not dwindling away, or exhibiting any signs of obvious distress, no one really noticed. He was always, instead too busy using excuses like 'homework' and 'studies' or even a simple, "I ate earlier, sorry," to get out of what few social meals he couldn't otherwise avoid by extent of 'after school activities.' He hated lying to his father like this, but, he got better at it. Luckily for him, however, there was always something to do when he was hiding away during various meal-times or social get-togethers where food might be involved, and his grades and athletic performances began to actually improve in leaps and bounds, as he was always practicing, studying, or training to avoid the awkward repercussions of not being able to stomach much, if any real food.
WHen he was thirteen, his empathic powers began to manifest, giving him odd 'gut-level' feelings about people who got too close to him, for whatever reason, and causing him to become exceptionally reclusive, at home or at school. Somethings, no matter how beneficial, where fun to know, like just who was lying to him in any given conversation. He likely never would have survived a hyper-crowded public school classroom, but even the smaller class sizes of his private school put his teeth on edge. Becoming mroe reclusive, he began to kill the time of his endlessly awake days by studying, solo-athletics, and late night searches of the internet for knowledge of what to do about his situation.
Being a smart young man, he'd already heard of the term 'mutant', and was quite sure that was likely what he was. And in-depth, heavily encrypted, secure net-searches enabled him to figure out the names for his powers. It also gave him an outlet to a vast new world that he'd otherwise would have been blind to. A world of people who where also struggling, in many different ways (most of them probably worse than his problems, he assessed), and the art they produced. Slowly his eyes opened to the grim reality of life outside of well-heeled Rochester Hills -especially for young mutants. But with few trustworthy outlets to talk to, he instead spent his time lurking and never posting or responding to anything he read, on the internet, taking from it what knowledge he could glean that was worthwhile.
Lexington's final power began to manifest when he was 16, and was at first, quite difficult to hide. Coming in with a growth spurt that start just after the end of his Sophomore year at school, Lexington's height and mass rapidly increased over the course of that Summer. This was a trying time for the young man, as he retreated even further from the sight of his father... though later he would admit that perhaps he needn't have bothered. His father only remarked, once or twice (absently) that his son seemed to be healthily growing like a weed, and made sure to increase his allowance, so that the young man would be able to buy something to wear. By the time School restarted at the end of Summer break, Lexington was almost to his full height, well built and not quite fully fleshed out, and despite his athletically graceful build, was actually topping the scales at over 300lbs. He received some odd looks in his school uniform, when he assumed he'd be growing even more in the near future, and simply requested a uniform in the next size up. He spent the next year or so looking well groomed, but disasterously rumpled in his ill-fitting suit.
By now, not too many of the student-body actually wanted to be seen near the self-isolating, incredibly shy, athletic-but-horribly-nerdy student, who seemed to have problems with the basic art of social interaction, and so he was left mostly to his own devices. Because of his recognized athletic skill, and because he otherwise looked very -very- healthily, Lexington was never actually bullied, but instead his tolerated and ignored. But by now, Lexington was growing quite comfortable with this, and seemed to come to grips with his secret status as a clandestine mutant, just trying to get by. After all, according to his research on the internet, the alternative could be much much worse.
Realizing, after a nearly disasterous accident in wheight-lifting, when his power fluctuated at a superiorly bad time and he almost put some free-weights through the ceiling -but caught himself in time- that perhaps he should invest some time in training. Luckily nobody noticed the incident. So Lexington took to sneaking out of the house by night, to practice the use of his Body-Field in local city parks and woodlands, so as to avoid harming innocent bystanders and property, while also avoiding witnesses. Thus he not only came to be proficient in the use of his Body-Field, but he also, over the course of several years, became to be quite good and stealing about, sneaking into places where he shouldn't be, and stealthily avoiding the police and other such on-lookers when necessary. As he never allowed his grades to slip (though he did withdraw from -all- of his athletic activities for a time, until he felt that it was worth the risk to pick them up again, officially), because he never needed to sleep, his father never supected a thing.
Lexington managed to maintain this charade for quite some time, completing most of his High School courses in a timely manner, while maintaining his nocturnal exercises and training, before he decided that he could do better. High School was a lesson in social isolation, that he really didn't need to endure, all things considered, and so he tested out of the academy, gained his GED, and applied, with a remarkably high GPA, to Michigan's Oakland University at the age of 17. His initial focus was Engineering (electrical engineering specifically, as his own recognized weakness fascinated him), with a minor in Psychology... for more personal reasons. During this time Lexington did not see too much more of his father, despite the fact that they where both operating on the same campus, and this (as something he had long since made his peace with, and come to somewhat require to ensure his status as a mutant remained a secret) was just fine... mostly. His social life somewhat improved, though he was still not entirely outgoing, and liked to keep his aquaintences at a safe distance.
Lexington powered through the next four years like a machine, taking advantage of his lack of need to sleep to study twice as hard as anyone else, to accomplish more, faster, while also keeping to his habit of night-time prowling and training. Only now however, he had an entire campus to practice at, and thus there was a greater risk of being recognized. He took to wearing a full knit burglars mask and assorted clothing to avoid just that. But being a civic minded young man, despite all his desires for social distance, he also found himself drawn to scenes of trouble and acting accordingly. Night-time crime on campus dropped remarkably, over the next few years, as rumors of a dark masked figure with a habit of popping out of shadows, and quietly pacifying acts of harrassment, violence, and the occasional mugging began to circulate. But no one suspected Lexington of any of this. His shy, slightly withdrawn behaviour just didn't match the swift heroic actions of the masked vigilante. But despite his well-meaning intentions and desire for secrecy, the rumors took on a life of their own and began to attract the attentions of others.
One day, shortly after completing his Bachelors, and starting his Masters degree, Lexington looked up from his studies in one of the campus libraries, in surprise, as the announcement for a campus wide lockdown came across the loud-speaker. Students and staff where ordered to lock themselves into their class and dormitory rooms, until such time as the all-clear was raised, as there appeared to be a roaming gun-man on campus. Deciding to be discrete about things, Lexington looked for a place to lock himself in aswell (as the library was ill equipped for such securing purposes). And -as bad luck would have it- met the gun-weilding man at the library door. The encounter surprized the both of them, but Lexington recovered his wits first. He stripped the man of his gun with one hand and knocked him out with a solid left hook before anyone (else) could get hurt. Unfortunately for Lexington's desire for secrecy (and perhaps even a swift escape) there were other witnesses, there at the library, so he was unable to simply drop the gun and flee afterwards, as other students came forth to help subdue and restrain the gunman. A well meaning librarian even went so far as to call the police. It almost went without saying that the whole affair was also captured on the library security cameras...
SO with two swift but sure movements, Lexington found his seven-year bubble of isolation abruptly popped. Everyone wanted to have a word or three with him for his actions: from the Administration who thanked him profusely, to the police who half did the same (and half admonished him for not letting them handle the situation), to the student body who praised him... at first, and then began to wonder how this silent young man could do that sort of thing. Having evidenced no combative skill in his personal life, before now, the mentality of some of the students eventually went from 'yay he's a hero', to 'wait, how'd he -do- that?' And being an Empath, and unable to avoid a great deal of reading of people because of his rapidly shrinking amount of desired personal space, Lexington was all to well aware of the growing doubt.
Severely discomforted, Lexington finally gave in, and confided what the problem was, what he'd been doing and what he was, and what he could do, to his father, one night, in the privacy of their home. His father was, of course, suitably alarmed at this confession, but eventually looked at it from an academic point of view... and from that of what he was, which was a distant, but loving father. He knew the potential fate of mutants in the world, even in such 'enlightened' places as America (Of course it was no secret, to the professor, that mutants that manifested on Campus where nearly always pressured to leave, one way or another. A pattern of administrative and social behaviour that he found secretly disquieting and disgusting). So he offered Lexington a rare bit of direct fatherly encouragement, and admitted, "Son... I know, perhaps, of some people that might be able to help..."
Criminal Record: None.
Quirks, Extras, Random Character Facts: Lexington has a number of physical tells, about some of his powers. His Body-Field, for example, is mostly undectable, except under carefull observation, when it is in an active state. When in faster-then-human motion, flight, power-leaping, or in the act of lifting something that weighs over a ton, it gives off a distinctive heat-wave like distortion in thn aura about himself (and whatever he is directly affecting). Likewise, while exerting himself in these acts, his eyes gleam with silver flecks, that increase in size and luminessence as he continues to push himself, to the point where they glow entirely silver (whites of his eyes included), when he reaches a certain plateau in his efforts. Sunglasses and dark lenses can hide some of this... initially.
Lexington doesn't need to Breathe, Eat or Sleep... but he does need to drink. Consequently he tends to always have a drink in hand (even in places where he shouldn't, unless reminded not to), and always carries a small, flat ceramic canteen of water in one of his many jacket pockets, as well as a flask of whatever he feels like (usually lemonade) in another. Citrus and vitamin C is your friend, after all.
Lexington likes an odd assortment of Musical and Artistic styles, from Metal, to Alternative Metal, Heavy Metal, some Goth and Dark Metal, some R&B and a little bit of Country (this last bit confused his father no end, but he accepted that his son was simply weird in that regard). His wardrobe tends to reflect this, being (even at it's most for wherever is fitting, for wherever he might be), always chromatically challenged (black with a few accents).