St. John Allerdyce

[pyro]

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* ST. JOHN nathan ALLERDYCE !

Full Name: St. John Nathan Allerdyce
Nicknames: John, Johnny, Johnny-Boy
Codename: Pyro
Age: Twenty-Two
Gender: Male
Birthday: July 12th
Species: Mutant
Orientation: Heterosexual
Status: Single
Face Claim: Aaron Stanford
Student/Professor/Occupation: Former journalist, currently loyal Brotherhood member, and dedicated arsonist
Which side are you on?: Brotherhood of Mutants
Abilities: Pyro possesses the psionic ability to manipulate any flame within a one-hundred yard radius of himself, making him a pyrokinetic, solely capable of controlling flames, unable to generate them. For this reason, he requires a source on his person at all times, in the form of a lighter, or a box of matches, and utilizes gestures, such as eye motions, and hand movements, as a focus for much larger fires in sight. But once a flame exists, he can do anything he desires with it.

Pyro has a particular preference for molding animals out of the flames he controls, either using them as a means of distraction, or attack in battle situations. These creatures are purely under his control, and do not have a mind of their own, but are more solid than any other flame he manipulates, capable of grasping objects, and carrying them off. However, prolonged contact with the flames will take its toll on the object in question, which will eventually start to burn, or melt as a result.

Pyro is also capable of melting metal, but this depends on the type of metal, the intensity of the flames, and his own proximity to the metal compound. The closer he is, the more success he'll have at melting the metal compound in question. Pyro is also invulnerable to any flame he controls.
Ability Limits: Pyro is only capable of controlling flames within one-hundred yards of himself; he can't generate them, putting him at a disadvantage, because if he doesn't have a lighter or matches on his person, he simply can't use his powers. When they first manifested, he had issues keeping his emotions and his pyrokinesis separate from each other. It remains to be something he struggles with, for whenever he loses his temper, any flames in the vicinity can react as heatedly as he does. This is one of the reasons why he's so determined not to allow his temper get the better of him in combat situations.

As much as Pyro loves to mold creatures out the flames he controls, these can have devastating effects on him mentally. Such creations require a great deal of concentration and focus to maintain, especially large ones, so if Pyro is distracted for even a second, the animals will simply revert to ordinary flames again. This can also result in Pyro developing a migraine, or nosebleeds from overexertion, putting a stop to his fiery assaults for a prolonged, but temporary, period of time. Mental fatigue, or any form of mental instability, is Pyro's worst enemy. If tired, or under the influence of narcotics, his powers will either refuse to function, or spiral entirely out of his control.

Pyro may be able to melt metal with his attacks, but he would need to be within close range of the metal compound in question, and close range attacks aren't his specialty, as his powers have always allowed him to attack at a fair distance. While being invulnerable to any flame under his control, Pyro can be hurt just as easily as anyone else by flames that aren't under his control.

As far as elemental weaknesses go, hydrokinetics, and cryokinetics, could easily bring Pyro down, the former more so than the latter, as water quenches flames, but ice can be melted by fire.
Character: Canon

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Eyes: Wide, hazel eyes.
Hair: Naturally brown, but since leaving home, John has taken to dying his hair a honey blonde shade, and constantly has it gelled upward because of the excessive length.
Body Type: John maintains an athletic build from the few years he spent surfing as a teenager, and tries to maintain such a physique by taking long walks.
Weight: 155 lbs
Height: 5' 7½"
Flaws: Despite having confidence in himself, John doesn't have a lot of confidence in his appearance. Of all his physical features, he hates his eyes, and lips the most, feeling his eyes are very wide, which is one of the reasons he tries to avoid making eye contact with others, and that his lips are too prominent, having a tendency to stick out whenever he's sulking.
Favorite: While it's not particularly something John would refer to as appealing, he knows others would. He believes his only physical asset is his Australian accent, which he uses to great effect to talk himself out of difficult situations.


GENERAL APPEARANCE---
John's hair was originally a dark shade of brown, but since leaving home he keeps it dyed a permanent shade of honey blonde and gelled upward so it can't hinder his pyrokinetic abilities. The color of his wide eyes can often be difficult to determine, even for him, alternating between green in direct sunlight, and brown in the shade, and it is for this reason most people come to the conclusion his eyes are hazel. As a result of growing up in Australia, John's skin is olive in complexion due to the sun's rays. His most defining feature is his prominent lips, which, much to his annoyance, take the form of a pout whenever his mood suddenly changes for the worst.

Wardrobe: John will wear any, and everything he can get his hands on. Several years on the move, and on the streets, made him thankful for anything comfortable he could find, or afford. For this reason, his theme is changeable. He can be a casual dresser, in which case he will wear jeans, t-shirts, open collar shirts, and any jacket, as long as it serves the purpose of warding off the cold. But when on missions with the Brotherhood, he prefers to wear something that won't run the risk of drawing too much attention to him, opting for anything that can help him blend in, which normally consists of dark clothing, such as hoodies, sweaters, baggy pants, and boots. For someone who will wear any, and everything, he does know how to coordinate, and coordinates well, knowing what colors suit him best, which seems to be anything red, orange or yellow, the similar colors of fire.

The Likes:

• Writing
  
• Reading
  
• Surfing
  
• Showing Off
  

The Dislikes:

• Authority Figures
  
• Drunks
  
• Humans
  
• The Cold
  

The Fears:

• Enclosed Spaces
  
• Disappointment
  
• Being on the street
  
• Heights
  

The Hopes & Dreams:

• Become a journalist
  
• Human Annihilation
  

Strengths:

• Outspoken
  
• Independent
  
• Confident
  
• Strong-Minded
  

Weaknesses:

• Temper
  
• Impatience
  
• Spoilt Nature
  
• Prone to envy
  

GENERAL PERSONALITY---
With abilities such as his, it is only natural that Pyro has a fiery personality to match. He's a show off, but unable to take any pleasure in it unless there is someone to watch him set things alight, or blow things up. He's stubborn, cocky, and can often be envious of those capable of generating their own abilities, when he is relegated to manipulation solely. Despite his upbringing, and the many disappointments he suffered, John is generally a happy-go-lucky sort of person, treating most situations, be they good or bad, with a sense of humor, and in a laid-back manner. That being said, he can be quick tempered, often flaring up in certain predicaments, such as when he doesn't get his way, or someone manages to snuff out his beloved flames. If Pyro thinks someone his wrong, that someone is likely to hear his opinions on the matter. He may be short in stature, but he has a personality that allows him to measure up to the hulkier mutants that can be found in his company. Blob is the best example of this, even with his vast size; he has been known to take Pyro's threats very seriously when he refuses to follow orders. Though, Pyro doesn't comply very well with orders himself. It depends largely on who's giving them, and what benefits can be gained from them, making him an unaccommodating person to anyone outside the Brotherhood.

What friends he chooses to refer to as such aren't likely to find themselves too far removed from the ideologies of the Brotherhood. There are very few people Pyro trusts, and Avalanche was one of the very first, and remains to be one of the very few people the pyrokinetic has firm faith in. If the earth-shattering mutant crosses him, then it is highly likely John will forgive him. He's more than happy to help out a fellow mutant in distress, but certainly won't make the same effort for any human who finds themselves in a similar position. He wouldn't be inclined to attack a human without good reason, but anything can qualify as good reason as far as he's concerned. In the case of mutants, if his attempts at assistance are thrown back in his face, he is likely to either walk away, or stand and fight. It really depends on how much the other mutant pisses him off. Though Pyro works quite closely with his fellow teammates, he is also quite capable of handling matters on his own too, being as confident, and self directed as he is. In battle, he exemplifies a certain determination in not allowing his weaknesses to be exploited with his humorous jibes - but more often than not; his temper usually always gets the better of him. If he says he's going to do something, then he's going to do it, and once he's made up his mind about anything, or anyone, he isn't likely to change it.

Pyro has long since made up his mind that he can always trust and rely on Avalanche, and despite the fact his friend has let him down, his opinion on the earth-shattering mutant is resolute and refuses to change.

Mother: Marie Allerdyce née Jones - Forty-Four - Housewife
Father: Paul Allerdyce † - Forty-Six - Freelance Journalist
Sibling(s): N/ A
Hometown: Sydney, Australia

GENERAL HISTORY---

[all my information was taken from MARVEL WIKIA, but I did take liberties with Pyro's childhood, and early teenage years, as there isn't much known about that period in his life]

St. John Allerdyce (pronounced 'Sinjin') was born in Sydney, Australia, to Marie Jones, and Paul Allerdyce, and as their only child, was spoiled from infancy. His father worked as a freelance journalist, a career that undoubtedly inspired the young John to develop an interest in writing at an early age, while his mother ceased in her pursuit of a career shortly after falling pregnant, and with very little desire to return to any sort of professional life when her son was born, opted to become a permanent fixture in the family house instead. While adored by his parents, because John's home was located a great distance away from the city suburb of Sydney, making friends was difficult. This meant a lot of John's spare time was dedicated to reading and writing, and he excelled particularly well in the latter and by the age of six, was writing short stories, and assisting his father in various newspaper columns.

Tragedy struck the Allerdyce family a few years later, and when John turned ten, his father died in a traffic accident, leaving John distraught, his mother heartbroken, and the household without a regular source of income. This resulted in the remaining Allerdyces being evicted from their home when they couldn't make rent payments on time, leaving them with very little option but to move in with Marie's mother, and John's grandmother, in Woolloomooloo. While this brought the family closer to the city, John wasn't happy living with such a miserable old woman, who didn't have a kind word to say about her deceased son-in-law, and had an even lower opinion of his son. To say that John was relieved when his mother eventually met someone else, and they could finally move out, was an understatement. Peter Williams was a cop who lived in the heart of Sydney's downtown region, and was twice divorced, with one child from each previous marriage. The relationship between him and Marie blossomed quickly, too quickly.

It soon became clear that John was celebrating leaving his grandmother's too soon, and just as quickly as things had blossomed between his mother and her new partner, they just as quickly soured. If Williams wasn't at work, then he was at the local bar, and if he didn't remain out all night, he was stumbling home drunk at dinner time. And Williams was a violent drunk at that, and just like his father became the root of John's love of writing, William's also became the root of John's dislike for authority figures, but still, his mother stayed with him, and while John hated her for it, on a certain level he also understood her reasons. John became even more enveloped in the fantasy worlds he created through writing, and while school had never been a desirable place for him to be, his performance had never been as poorly as it was when Williams had walked into his life. To provide himself with even more distractions, John also took an interest in surfing, but that wasn't entirely uncommon given his place of birth.

However, there were only so many beatings he could take, and so many beatings he could watch his mother take, before John reached breaking point, and at the age of fourteen, he finally snapped. The gas-stove had been operating at the time and exploded so the flames instantly surrounded Williams, and slowly roasted him to death. Panicked, and confused, there was very little John could do to help the man he hated, but never intended to hurt. His death wasn't the worst result of the pyrokinetic's manifesting powers, as his frightened mother reported him for the man's murder, leading a betrayed, and hurt, John to leave the apartment he, his mother and that man had occupied for two years, and run as far away from home as he could. John spent some time drifting around the South Seas, and eventually became a journalist for an Australian wire service broadcasting in Vietnam and Indonesia. It was this time spent away from home that attributed to most of the novels he began writing, despised by other novelists and critics alike.

John eventually arrived in New York, and quickly threw himself into any freelance journalistic opportunities he could get his hands on, but despite the skill he demonstrated in writing, the topics he choose to write about, and his age put him at a major disadvantage, therefore what money he could make from them wasn't enough for him to live on. The control John had over his abilities was minimal at best, with his emotions constantly being the main driving force behind any flame he choose to control. Aside from this, he could find very little practical use for them, and was relegated to relying on them only in the case of emergencies, which occurred quite frequently every time he couldn't meet rent payments at various hostels, and was forced to take to the streets, where he witnessed and experienced firsthand how humans treated those they identified as mutants.

This didn't exactly leave the pyrokinetic with a favorable perception of the human race, so when he was propositioned by the shapeshifting mutant, Mystique, into joining her Brotherhood of Mutants, he accepted with very little hesitation, seeing it as an appropriate outlet for his abilities, and a cause worth fighting for. Within the ranks of the Brotherhood he also resumed a new identity, namely Pyro. With his fellow teammates, Destiny, Avalanche and Blob, Pyro played a part in the assassination attempt on Senator Robert Kelly, only to be thwarted by the X-Men, beginning a lifelong series of altercations that would invariably end in the Brotherhood's defeat. For their attempts on the life of the senator, the team was imprisoned, but in order to have their crimes pardoned, Mystique offered their services to the United States Government in exchange for protection, and the team was refashioned under the new name 'Freedom Force'.

The group eventually disbanded after numerous confrontations with various other teams, particularly after a failed mission in Kuwait, where Pyro and his teammate, Blob, were abandoned in the Middle-East, and forced to spend time as Iraqi war prisoners. It was only when Toad bartered for Pyro and Blob's freedom that they joined his new incarnation of the Brotherhood, out of a sense of gratitude more so than anything else. This new group eventually met defeat in a similar style to Freedom Force, and also disbanded. It was around this time that Pyro was reunited with one of his closest friends in the Brotherhood, namely Avalanche, who had previously abandoned both Pyro, and Blob, in the Middle-Eastern desert to save himself, leaving his teammates to be captured in the process. Clearly remorseful for his actions, Pyro forgave Avalanche, and, along with Blob, agreed to rejoin the Brotherhood under Mystique's leadership once again.

Alias: 'Sophia' will do for the timebeing
Age: Twenty-Two
Gender: Female
Rules: I did indeed... but would I really admit to it if I hadn't? lol
RP Experience: Three Years
Where did you find us?: Marvel Topsites

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE---

This was the only time of the year he had ever come to love the city. St. John Allerdyce could just barely endure the winters on the east coast of America; they were much too cold in comparison to what he had grown accustomed to in Australia. But it was evenings like this which reminded him how better off he was here, far away from the place he once called home. As he stood at the back of a downtown bar, just outside the door, unable to go one minute longer inside without a cigarette, looking out over the buildings, he was reminded of where he truly belonged, and it wasn’t over nine thousand miles away either, it was here in New York. Pyro looked up at the sound of the door opening, cigarette hanging between his middle and index finger in one hand, and lighter being clasped in the other, watching in amusement as some poor girl attempted to carry her boyfriend out of the bar, who was convinced he could handle another drink.

She disagreed, and so did Pyro for that matter. The state of the man before him resonated deeply with the pyrokinetic, who didn't enjoy drinking, choosing only to do so on rare occasions, where he would keep a close eye on his consumption. This day was different though. This day called for celebration. For three months now, he had been paying some kid (Joe... or Joel...) to pass himself off as a freelance journalist, armed with some of the articles Pyro himself had written, and finally, after three months, and fifteen articles, one was going to make the papers. However, it would be cropped, shoved into the margin of another page, taking up no more than five inches in length, and three inches in width. It was a small achievement, but a victory worth celebrating all the same. It may go unnoticed, or it may be brushed off as pro-mutant propaganda, and what little money he would earn for the article would probably go into Joel’s hands, or be squandered on cigarettes, but he didn’t care. Back when he had been living on the streets, the money would have been an issue, but not anymore, now it was solely about getting his stories published.

“Hey... buddy...” Pyro looked up again at the sound of a slurred voice, his eyes taking in the drunken man who had stumbled out the door with his girlfriend’s help moments before, and she wasn’t looking entirely pleased.“Got a light?” he asked, as his girlfriend attempted to pull him away, saying she’d had enough for the afternoon, but he was belligerent to say the least, and threw the woman off his arm, sending her hurdling to the ground. But as soon as she hit the dusty earth, a smirk crept across Pyro’s lips. “This what you’re after, mate?” Pyro asked, taking a drag of his cigarette, before holding his lighter up, the object being balanced between his thumb and index finger, an image of a shark in the centre. The bald thug with an eyebrow piercing nodded his head, fell in his attempt to lunge at the lighter before Pyro pulled it away, so he tumbled and hit the ground, loud and hard. “Come on, you mean to tell me y' can’t even say ‘please’?” Pyro taunted. The guy was a full foot taller than him, so to the casual observer, it would seem like Pyro was playing with fire, and asking for a good beating, but with a cigarette in one hand, and a lighter in the other, he was well equipped.

“Struth... 'ow much is 'e payin' you, luv?” Pyro’s eyes glanced at the blonde bombshell the drunk had thrown off his arm previously, struggling to get back to her feet with a look that read ‘I am so fed up of this’,“'cause 'owever much it is, it ain’t enough” Pyro snickered, which was when the bald brute got back on his feet, grabbed the neckline of Pyro’s dark brown sweater, and pinned him against the wall, just as Pyro predicted he would, and with a single wink, which left the giant with the wrong impression entirely, the ash within his own cigarette ignited, and a flurry of flames captured the hulk’s jacket, so he leapt back in a panic, while the remaining ash rained down on Pyro’s jeans, leaving the pyrokinetic to dust himself off. “You homo sapiens are always so bloody predictable” he smirked, tossing what was left of his cigarette at the violently trashing drunk, the flames still burning away at his jacket, and pulling the door open to the bar, before disappearing back inside. He meandered between tables, finding his way back to his own, located in the farthest corner of the bar, not too close to the stage, but not too far away either.

Pyro slid back into his seat, where a single bottle of beer was resting on the table, and he almost choked as he gulped back a mouthful at the sight of the lumberjack he had just torched, falling back in the door, with his girlfriend in tow. Pyro could clearly make out the burns inflicted on his jacket, where there were sparks still very much alive in the fabric, and chuckled as he watched the guy stumble across the bar, too drunk to stay on his own two feet, much less to exact revenge on John when he eventually found him. “Humans, so useless, but so fuckin' entertainin'” he laughed under his breath.

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