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* KEVIN gilligan SYDNEY !
[/size]Full Name: Kevin Gilligan Sydney
Nicknames:
Codename: Morph
Age: 25
Gender: Male; variable
Birthday: April 1st
Species: Mutant
Orientation: Hetero-flexible
Status: Single
Face Claim: John Krasinski
Student/Professor/Occupation: IT engineer at the Daily Bugle Media Group
Which side are you on?: Neutral; former X-Men
Abilities: Omnimorphic Shapeshifting - Morph is an omnimorph composed of unstable molecules, allowing him to rearrange the molecules of his body at will within a fraction of a second into a highly malleable state. In such a state, he can stretch, deform, expand, or compress his entire body or parts thereof into any contiguous shape, object, or person he can imagine. He can extend his limbs, torso, or even his neck to great distances and can extend his body into multiple directions, creating a canopy, parachute, or sheath. His "costume" is actually a part of his body and he does not give off any kind of discernible scent. He can change color and duplicate the appearance of others, including modifying his vocal chords and using his natural mimicry skills to imitate their voice. By growing additional muscles, he can even temporarily enhance his strength to level sufficient enough to combat heavy-hitting opponents. Morph can temporarily discard unnecessary molecules of his body when imitating objects or beings of lesser mass and can also draw additional molecules to increase his size, presumably by accessing an extradimensional source. In short, he is not limited by any sort of size, shape, mass, or color; only by his own imagination and willpower.
Flight - Somehow, Morph is able to fly at speeds greater than the speed of sound without any sort of aid. It's believed that his control over his molecular structure allows him to telekinetically "throw" and guide himself through the air.
Superhuman Durability and Healing Factor - Morph can absorb the impact of virtually any type of ballistic projectile by deforming his body along the path of the projectile's trajectory at the point of initial impact or allow them to pass through him unharmed. He is impervious to virtually any form of penetration wound and does not bleed. If a part of his body is severed, he is actually able to reassemble them. He can survive for weeks without food or water, although he does enjoy eating (a lot). The nature of his body permits a healing factor, enabling him to regenerate his cellular structure at an extraordinary rate. It also makes him virtually immune to poisons, most drugs, and nearly all diseases. His lack of a circulatory system also means that he does not generate fatigue poisons within his muscles, making him phenomenally durable and indefatigable. Due to not having a conventional cellular structure, he ages at a significantly slower rate than an average human, and only time will tell if he actually can show a significant increase in his cellular age.
Ability Limits: Morph can simulate some of the abilities and functions of a chosen object or living being, depending on the object or being in question. However, if he were to imitate an object such as Thor's hammer or Silver Surfer's surfboard, he would only be able to take on their physical appearance and not their supernatural properties. In addition, he remains scentless in every form that he takes, human or not, making it easier to detect him by smell.
While Morph has an incredible degree of resistance to physical damage, he is more vulnerable to energy-based attacks. While energies like electricity have a harder time due to the nature of his molecular structure, he is quite vulnerable to fire. Any significant sort of damage that is beyond his healing factor's capabilities, such as severe burns, can result in his body producing a cocoon-like encasement. This cocoon is highly resistant to outside intrusion, while inside Morph undergoes a rejuvenation of sorts. During this time, he is completely comatose and unaware, with only the faintest signs of mental activity. A side effect is that he usually undergoes subtle personality changes following his time in the cocoon, which can lead him to have new likes and dislikes or even a new preferred appearance. This has caused him to view each time he enters the cocoon to be a "death", as even though he will still be alive, his current personality will not be the same.
Character: Canon
Eyes: Naturally round, pupiless, irisless; brown and emotional in human form
Hair: Naturally none; brown and shaggy in human form
Body Type: Naturally lanky; athletic and tall in human form
Weight: 150 lbs. (natural form), 199 lbs. (human form), variable
Height: 6' (natural form), 6'3" (human form), variable
Flaws: Everything. In his natural form, Morph has chalk white albino flesh, no body hair to speak of, milky white eyes with no visible pupils or irises, and no visible nose.
Favorite: Anything that he can become that's not his natural form.
GENERAL APPEARANCE---
When in public, Morph takes on an appearance that he's found to be not only most pleasing to himself but also most pleasing to the people around him. He maintains constantly shaggy brown hair, which matches the dopey brown eyes of his Polish features. His chin is prominent, as is his nose, which hints at a Jewish background. He stands at some six feet three inches tall, with an extra inch or two added on, depending on how he's feeling that day.
In private, however, he is free to drop the facade and assume the normal form that his mutation has given him. His body is entirely hairless, from the top of his perfectly round head to the bottom of his simply perfect ass. His flesh contains no pigmentation whatsoever, resembling the texture of a marshmallow more than the Slavic human form he commonly assumes. His eyes equally have no visible pupils or irises, despite his perfect 20/20 vision. Perhaps most disturbingly - yes, despite all of this, it gets much weirder - is his utter lack of a nose. He is still able to smell as well as anybody else, perhaps even more so due to his ability to alter his nasal cavity, yet has no sort of visible nose, instead functioning more like an anthropod. In this form, he has a penchant for capes. Don't ask why.
Wardrobe: Considering his job, he's often dressed in suits and ties, though his casual clothing typically consists of various geeky shirts, such as an Atari logo t-shirt, and simple slacks and jeans. When he was a member of the X-Men, Morph's costume originally consisted of the team's blue and yellow bodysuit, but with a yellow cape added on. When the team switched over to leather bodysuits, he began to wear a black leather bodysuit with purple piping. The cape was kept, but the color was switched to purple to match the highlights of the suit. Yes, he likes capes. Capes are cool.
The Likes:
- Video games, comic books, computers
- Making people laugh
- His job...somewhat...
The Dislikes:
- His natural form, at times
- The soul-crushing elements of his job
- Where he's ended up in life
The Fears:
- Fire
- His status as a mutant being discovered by his employers
The Hopes & Dreams:
- Find some meaning in his life
- Find love
Strengths:
- Great sense of humor
- Able to make anybody laugh, including Wolverine and Magneto
- Master's degree in computer engineering; highly intelligent
- Loyal and trustworthy
Weaknesses:
- Low self-esteem
- Suffers from depression
- Unsure of his place in the world
- Mixed feelings about his time at the Institute
GENERAL PERSONALITY---
Humor. It is the key to our social evolution. It has enabled us to evolve from the horribly unfunny organisms such as Abraham Lincoln and Carlos Mencia into the dominant beings we are today. This process is slow, normally taking dozens and dozens of years. But every few years or so, humor leaps forward...
It's this humor that Kevin Sydney, better known as Morph, has adapted his entire life around. Throughout his life, from his childhood in Milwaukee to his time in the X-Men, the only constant he had was his ability to make people laugh. He quickly discovered after his mother's death that hearing the laughter he incited in people was the only thing that comforted him. His mutation is perfectly suited for his humor-based personality, with Morph frequently using his abilities to create visual gags. He tried his best to make his father laugh as well, but of course, that didn't quite work out.
As noted above, Morph's relationship with his father is strained at best. Richard Sydney was never able to get over the death of his wife, which resulted in a vast chasm between himself and his son. This has led Kevin to develop his own share of abandonment issues, which in turn leads to a fear of rejection. Though he is often the life of the party with his jokes, this humor-based shell falls away when he is in private, revealing what is his true problem at his core.
When he was born, Kevin quite literally lacked a face. Throughout his life, he has struggled to develop a face of his own, both physically and emotionally. As a child, he always strove to be what everybody expected of him: good at school, good at sports, good at volunteering, and so on. When his mother died, this only became worse, due to his distance father. It wasn't until he came to the Institute in his teens that he finally began to develop a personality of his own, with his teammates being directly responsible for the altruistic and hilarious person that he is today.
Mother: Sandra Sydney, deceased
Father: Richard Sydney, 63, auto mechanic
Sibling(s): N/A
Hometown: Milwaukee, Wisconsin
GENERAL HISTORY---
Congratulations! It's a...blob.
When Kevin G. Sydney was born, the doctor couldn't spank him, for he lacked a behind. What came out of Margaret Sydney's womb was an eight pound lump of white goo that cried like a baby and flowed like mercury. He resembled a marshmallow with a face more than an actual newborn. Kevin belonged to a rare number of mutants who were born with their x-gene activated at birth rather than at puberty. At first, the Sydneys didn't know what to do. Of course they loved their child, but they knew they couldn't take him in public. For the first couple of years, the two were able to hide Kevin from any prying eyes, including extended family members, with a variety of excuses. Thankfully, as a toddler, he discovered his ability to shapeshift, as shown when he turned his behind into a lump of spikes when his father was attempting to change his diaper. He quickly found out that his parents were happier if he kept a normal human shape, especially in public, and he was quite eager to please. By the time he entered kindergarten, he'd gotten his average boy-next-door look down.
At home, with his parents, the brown-haired, brown-eyed boy was able to relax and become the noseless albino that he naturally was. In public, he had a knack for being what everyone wanted, with things coming easy for him, be it school, sports, or friends. His shapeshifting seemed to also make him the perfect mimic mentally, allowing him to blend right in with his peers.
And then, when Kevin turned thirteen, his almost perfect world came crashing down, when Margaret Sydney died of lung cancer. A life-long smoker, Margaret had finally paid dearly for it, which would in turn cause Kevin to develop a hatred not only for cigarettes but also for various other addictions that ruined families. This hatred was possibly developed due to the fact that his father became very withdrawn following his mother's death. While Richard and Kevin used to go to ball games and car shows, they now barely spoke, with Richard having become intensely serious, even at home. The more Kevin attempted to cheer Richard up, the more his father withdrew.
This culminated in a massive falling out between the two, with Kevin even threatening his father with his shapeshifting when Richard had previously threatened him physically. Just days before, Richard had been approached by one Charles Xavier, who offered the academically gifted Kevin a position at his school. Now, Richard didn't think it was such a bad idea, and so he sent him off to the feared boarding school, as Kevin perceived it. The teen quickly learned that this place was not a hell as he had previously seen it, but was actually his salvation, as everybody else there was a mutant like himself. He discovered that the humor he had tried to use on his father was warmly welcomed with his new teammates, who, showing that they accepted him as one of them, gave him a codename: Morph, becoming one of the first of Xavier's students. Kevin would come to prefer being called Morph rather than by his given name.
But of course, all things must come to an end. Morph spent a number of years as an X-Man while simultaneously working for his education. His best friend Wolverine had left the Institute for reasons unknown, leading Morph to believe that it was his fault. At the same time, a long standing crush on Jean Grey was finally revealed, only to have Jean choose Scott, leading Morph to believe that it was because of his natural physical appearance. Morph abruptly left the X-Men during a battle against the Sentinels, emotionally distraught over the recent developments. For awhile, the team believed him to be dead.
Three years later, Cerebro finally discovered Morph's whereabouts, which Morph had been hiding from via his own anti-Cerebro technology. Kevin Sydney is a respected information technology specialist, with a master's in computer engineering and a doctorate on the way. While employed by a major firm in New York, Kevin leads the life of another faceless cog in the corporate machine, becoming the very thing that he didn't want to become.
Alias: Watts
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Rules: Yep ,and I'm listening alright.
RP Experience: 13 years
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ROLEPLAY SAMPLE---The Press Room of the White House had been intricately prepared. Chairs had been placed properly on the cleaned and scrubbed blue carpet, with reporters now occupying the folding chairs that had been provided. A rumble of voices echoed through the white walled room in anticipation of one man's arrival, with a single podium set up on the stage in front of the reporters.
The rumble suddenly lowered as somebody finally stepped on stage. A foot, covered by a black dress shoe, first stepped out from behind the curtain to the left. Another foot followed. Legs clad in dark blue slacks moved out to follow the shoes. They trailed up to a torso, dressed in a buttoned-up white shirt, with a dark blue dress coat over it. Hands came up to adjust the red necktie that was worn around his neck.
The figure stopped walking as he came in front of the podium. He adjusted the eyeglasses that were worn in front of his brown eyes, and then lightly trailed his hand over the side of his brown hair. The rather attractive causasian then placed his hands on the podium and looked out over the crowd of newsmen.
"Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Doctor Kevin Sidney." Those words would probably wake up the entire Xavier Institute. The inhabitants of the mansion would more than likely be watching it, since nearly all of the channels had switched to the coverage of it. The older members of the mansion would probably be shocked to find that one of their own had ascended to Hank's position.
"As it has been rumored throughout the week, I am the new Secretary of Mutant Affairs. Dr. McCoy opted to resign from his position due to personal reasons. But that won't set up back. I promise you that the relationship between man- and mutantkind is at an all time high. Magneto is no longer a threat and we are making progress against the so-called 'Brotherhood'."
"Before any questions, I would like to take a moment to talk about the NovaTeX incident. This was a blatant attack by the Brotherhood. At the current count, 25 mutant lives were lost, along with 37 human lives, due to the machinations of the Brotherhood. The Cure that NovaTeX produces is a purely optional pharmaceutical application. Nobody is forced to take this cure. The Brotherhood will be caught for their crimes against not only mankind, but also mutantkind."
"With that said, I received word this morning from Director Denti of the FBI that the Most Wanted List has been updated." Lifting his hand, a screen lowered from the ceiling to stand at his side. A single image was shown on it, a photo of a young man. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is John Allerdyce, alias Pyro. According to reports and testimony, he is the new leader of the Brotherhood, and he also orchestrated the attack on NovaTeX. With that said, he is now #1 on the FBI's Most Wanted List. If anybody has seen this man, they are advised to call 911 IMMEDIATELY. Now, are there any questions?"
Instantly, a million hands went into the air. Kevin lifted his hand to point at one of them. "Yes, you?"
A female reporter stood up. To anybody in the room, they'd notice an uncanny resemblance to Angelina Jolie. Actually, it looked like it actually was Angelina Jolie. "Yes, Dr. Sidney, you do realize that this is just a dream you're having, right?" Even as she spoke, she began to undress, ripping open her white blouse to reveal a chest encased in a black lingerie bra.
Standing at the podium, Kevin adjusted his eyeglasses. "Um, what? Wait a minute. High government position, attention of the entire nation, hot chick I'd never have in a million years stripping in front of me..."
The albino mutant shot up in bed, his body stretching out like taffy as his head hit the ceiling. "OW, GOD--" His form lowered, taking on some semblance of a humanoid shape as he scratched his head. That was the third dream like that in the past week. His bare feet - with no toes, mind you - swung out to land on the hard wood floor of his dormitory. He stretched his arms out as his mouth opened wide, a yawn escaping from the back of his throat. Licking his lips, he scratched his bare chest and stood up, moving towards the door.
Hearing the sounds of sentient life outside in the hallway, he opted to take a more social form. His skin was injected with a peach hue while brown irises popped up in his eye, dotted with black pupils. Brown strands of hair were pushed out of his scalp, taking on a short length. A black t-shirt appeared on his bare torso, even as a pair of blue jean cargo pants made themselves known on his legs. In a split-second, where a bald naked albino man once stood, now there was a normal looking human.
With a smile, he grabbed the doorknob, turned it, and yanked open the door.
