Post by Jackson Greco on Feb 14, 2007 6:45:33 GMT
Name:
Jackson (Jack) Greco
Codename:
Pinnacle
Age: 18
Mutation:
Jack's mutation is a type "A" mutation, or one that is not immediately apparent without further inspection. His muscle structure is extremely dense and compact, leaving him with little fat on his body, and with lifting potential at around the three ton level with strain, and also making him able to run as fast as the upward of regular human potential for extended periods of time.
Jack's epidermis includes some of the same cellular material that increases his muscular potential, which makes it extremely resistant to damage. Like silk, it is strong but still soft as normal skin. While not impenetrable, he could take a bullet or sword blow and probably bruise up rather than die. He is also highly resistant to heat and radiation, though not immune. His body also metabolizes most poisons normally.
Finally, Jackson is gifted with enhanced cognition and perception. While to some this might translate into enhanced senses, he really does not hear or see better than any normal person. Unlike most people, his brain is able to process much more of what he sees and hears, and recall it better. So, he can't hear a conversation from far away or see miles in the distance, but he can take what he does see and hear and process it on a whole other level. He might be able to walk by a newsstand and read all of the headlines with a quick glance, or count the tiles on the floor of a room without consciously trying. If Jack enters a room and an hour earlier one of the chairs was to the left a few inches, his subconscious takes immediate note of it, calling it to his conscious mind if it becomes necessary. This gives him a nearly photogenic memory. This enhanced cognition and perception power is at this point the least developed of his powers, the above describing what it is capable of at full potential.
Limits and Weaknesses: Unfortunately, because Jack's cognition and perception powers are not fully developed, he considers them more of a hassle than a boon. He sometimes remembers things out of nowhere that don't seem to be relevant to his current situation, or his brain will start counting the number of times his teacher says the word "the" rather than allow him to pay attention to what she is actually saying. This inability to control the power often leads him to distrust it even when it is right. Also, if left bored and to his own devices, Jack can end up falling into an Obsessive-Compulsive state, where he starts over-analyzing everything around him. This usually takes him several hours or some psychic influence to shake off.
Jack's body has almost no fat on it, which can be quite unhealthy if he cannot eat. His body is not capable of turning his advanced musculature into fat as quickly as the normal human body can when in dire need. As such, Jack can starve twice as quickly as a human can, and on a day-to-day basis must consume twice the calories of a normal human.
Because his body metabolizes toxins and foreign materials so well, medicine and drugs barely effect Jack. Not easily prone to bacteria and infection because of his powers, this does not transfer over to viruses. Obtaining medicine in the amounts he needs to treat a sickness is very hard, and unlikely it could be obtained by seeing a doctor that didn't understand his condition. This also makes it hard to get drunk, high, or be sedated.
Physical Description:
Standing at a height of 6'3", Jackson's frame appears to be on high end of the spectrum, though not abnormal. He has Caucasian skin that hints of some Mediterranean origins, with dark features. His hair is rather short, and his chin is wide. He often dresses in items with sports team emblems running across them, jerseys, muscle shirts, or sweat suits. He has a very "jock" look to him.
Personality:
Despite a power that should make being smart easy, it also distracts Jack enough that it'd be hard to argue he was anything above moderately intelligent. He is a polarizing figure, and because he is somewhat popular, everyone seems to think they know him. That means people who barely have even spoken to him develop strong feelings for him. Girls get crushes from afar, nerds think he acts "to cool" for them, and guys undeservedly compare themselves to him. So, getting judged as the jock around the mansion-center parts has had it's benefits and drawbacks.
The truth is, Jack has immense insecurity that any psychic that has ever heard half of one of his passing thoughts would know about. An empath could sniff it out from a mile away. It all stems from two things: For one, despite many people at the institute claiming friendship with him, few truly are. In fact, most girls that have ever liked him seemed to only like him for having the thrill that a popular boy might like them back. Second, because he has performed well in the past, the faculty and staff at the mansion have high expectations for him that he does not think he can meet. This, coupled with an inability to admit that he can't control one of his powers, makes for a complex mixture of feelings that he does his best to hide. He's proved himself wrong before, and each time a layer of his emotional armor is shed, but yet has he really been able to justify the amount of responsibility he and the staff at the institute often place in him.
Aside from these angst-filled complexities that no doubt result in a few sleepless nights of contemplation, Jack is rather solemn. Younger students with similar physical powers often look up to him and see him of a symbol of solidarity. If only they knew how insecure he was on the inside. Ultimately though, he's a nice guy who is as focused as someone with a power that is constantly distracting him could be. He wants to do more then get along with humanity, he wants to protect people. He just thinks he can't. Others can interpret his "speak softly and carry a big stick" demeanor however they want.
Background:
Jackson's father, Raymond Greco, was a mutant with minor technopathy powers, and his mother was a regular human. Raymond was offered long ago the opportunity to move from eastern Long Island to Westchester to teach at Xavier's school, but fearing the limelight, refused. He did support what the Professor was doing, but knew the implications. Since not even Raymond's wife knew that he was a mutant, he decided to stay a few hours away and not become a major player.
As information about the Mutant X-gene started to make it's way into scientific circles and the institute gained popularity in the "in-the-know" mutant subculture, Raymond saw how easily it could come under fire and reaffirmed that hiding was the best decision. Around the same time, the science teacher and his wife had a son, whom they named Jackson.
Jack grew up in the suburbs in the early nineties, fitting in really well with his pals on the school bus. He, unlike his father, had a natural affinity for sports and physical activity. He was always very active and friendly, if a bit lacking in focus and imagination.
Jack started hitting puberty a bit early at age eleven, and the first hints of his powers started showing. For one, in his junior football league, he was throwing footballs as far as the pros. Raymond knew that his son had inherited the X-gene, and immediately pulled him out from any activities where it might show. Baseball, football, and wrestling were all abandoned, Raymond masking it as a punishment for low grades, never speaking to his child about what was really happening. Admittedly, Jack was doing poorly in school. He'd try to sit down and read, but for some reason he felt like he was reading four sentences at once, and he'd start to get confused. He also seemed to be hungry all the time, yet whatever baby fat he had left over was diminishing and tightening around his frame.
With doubt in his heart, Raymond contacted Xavier's school, lying to his wife that it was a school that was designed to bolster their son's failed grades. He also had a talk with his son, who at first described his powers as "cool".
Once he got to Xavier's school, and his Powers continued to develop, he realized how complex the life of a mutant was. Freshman year, amid all of the complexities that began filling his head, and his growing popularity among st the student body for being their go-to guy when it came to organizing a pick-up game, he had to deal with the Stryker invasion of the mansion. It was then he saw Piotr take on great responsibility in the face of danger that he started realizing what this was all about. He wanted to be the soft-spoken hero, carrying the maiden away from danger... but how could he ever be? He was just a guy that was good at sports.
As that all became resolved and the politics in the white house changed, life got better for mutants, but not enough that they could all become public figures exactly. Meanwhile, leadership ability and responsibility that Jack often displayed was picked up by the faculty, and he became a bit of a golden boy. Sure, he wasn't as studious as someone like kitty pryde, but he certainly stood out when it counted. He was involved in several extracurricular actives, being captain of the intra murals club and surprisingly a member of a small group of hip-hop dancers. Despite this, many of the faculty picked up on the fact that he rarely challenged himself, only doing things he seemingly knew he could do. This was a bit of a mark against him, but also something he could expand upon. It was his insecurities that stopped him from setting anything beyond mediocre goals. His success was spoon fed.
Then there was M-Day, the cure, and a thousand sounds fo terrible things. As the mansion mourned the loss of it's icons which were robbed from them, yet another complexity slid into Jack's mind: How could people who tried to do good all of their lives meet such horrible ends? He hadn't been tehre on alcatraz, but tehre wasn't a mutant in the world who didn't feel something when it happened. Surprisingly, all it did for the golden boy was reaffirm his belief that great things were too hard to accomplish. He'd keep trying though, but expecting failure all the time did little to help him.
Currently a senior-year student, Jack is learning how to teach so that next year he could stay at the mansion and teach gym class... not the dangerous kind, the mundane kind that used the normal gymnasium. He also wants to study health and fitness, and teach other students about that as well. Unfortunately, his greatest hurdle in all of this seems to be getting over his insecurities and turning more into the solemn figure of solidarity he portrays on the exterior. There has to be a way for that emotional armor to be stripped.
Current Affiliation:
Xavier Institute Student
Sample:
Jack has been struggling in Warren's political science class for some time now. Sure, math, science, those things were just numbers and information. A night spent concentrating hard enough, flipping through the pages of a textbook could easily get you a passing grade there. But political science? He definitely has a hard time applying that knowledge to anything useful. There is little tangibility to it. It's not like an equation you could see, or a baseball flying at your glove.
Pinnacle, eh? He can't believe they coined that code name for him. It was sort of like a sick joke in many ways. Just make the guy who is already insecure about living up to expectations even more insecure by calling him something like that.
He shakes it off though, and continues boring into the book with his eyes. Jeez, couldn't they have put more pictures in? He exudes a sigh and tosses the book onto the grass, already wet from the night's moisture settling down upon it and having no sun to evaporate it until morning. He looks up and sees the moon glow playing upon the roof of the mansion, reflecting into the surrounding woods. A little rusting caused by the wind sends his attention reeling in twelve directions. His brain tries to analyze each whoosh to figure out how many dead leaves still remain on the trees branches. Desperately he tries to snap out of it, even some sweat pools up above his eyelids.
Right! Political science! He was so going to fail his quiz tomorrow. Jack looks down to see the blue LEDs on his watch indicating it was 2:00 AM, way after curfew, even for a senior.
He shakes his head, standing up from his position on the back lawn's bench. Just a snack, maybe a few cheeseburgers, and he'd be off to bed. There was no use in trying to get things done tonight.
WESTCHESTER
Jackson (Jack) Greco
Codename:
Pinnacle
Age: 18
Mutation:
Jack's mutation is a type "A" mutation, or one that is not immediately apparent without further inspection. His muscle structure is extremely dense and compact, leaving him with little fat on his body, and with lifting potential at around the three ton level with strain, and also making him able to run as fast as the upward of regular human potential for extended periods of time.
Jack's epidermis includes some of the same cellular material that increases his muscular potential, which makes it extremely resistant to damage. Like silk, it is strong but still soft as normal skin. While not impenetrable, he could take a bullet or sword blow and probably bruise up rather than die. He is also highly resistant to heat and radiation, though not immune. His body also metabolizes most poisons normally.
Finally, Jackson is gifted with enhanced cognition and perception. While to some this might translate into enhanced senses, he really does not hear or see better than any normal person. Unlike most people, his brain is able to process much more of what he sees and hears, and recall it better. So, he can't hear a conversation from far away or see miles in the distance, but he can take what he does see and hear and process it on a whole other level. He might be able to walk by a newsstand and read all of the headlines with a quick glance, or count the tiles on the floor of a room without consciously trying. If Jack enters a room and an hour earlier one of the chairs was to the left a few inches, his subconscious takes immediate note of it, calling it to his conscious mind if it becomes necessary. This gives him a nearly photogenic memory. This enhanced cognition and perception power is at this point the least developed of his powers, the above describing what it is capable of at full potential.
Limits and Weaknesses: Unfortunately, because Jack's cognition and perception powers are not fully developed, he considers them more of a hassle than a boon. He sometimes remembers things out of nowhere that don't seem to be relevant to his current situation, or his brain will start counting the number of times his teacher says the word "the" rather than allow him to pay attention to what she is actually saying. This inability to control the power often leads him to distrust it even when it is right. Also, if left bored and to his own devices, Jack can end up falling into an Obsessive-Compulsive state, where he starts over-analyzing everything around him. This usually takes him several hours or some psychic influence to shake off.
Jack's body has almost no fat on it, which can be quite unhealthy if he cannot eat. His body is not capable of turning his advanced musculature into fat as quickly as the normal human body can when in dire need. As such, Jack can starve twice as quickly as a human can, and on a day-to-day basis must consume twice the calories of a normal human.
Because his body metabolizes toxins and foreign materials so well, medicine and drugs barely effect Jack. Not easily prone to bacteria and infection because of his powers, this does not transfer over to viruses. Obtaining medicine in the amounts he needs to treat a sickness is very hard, and unlikely it could be obtained by seeing a doctor that didn't understand his condition. This also makes it hard to get drunk, high, or be sedated.
Physical Description:
Standing at a height of 6'3", Jackson's frame appears to be on high end of the spectrum, though not abnormal. He has Caucasian skin that hints of some Mediterranean origins, with dark features. His hair is rather short, and his chin is wide. He often dresses in items with sports team emblems running across them, jerseys, muscle shirts, or sweat suits. He has a very "jock" look to him.
Personality:
Despite a power that should make being smart easy, it also distracts Jack enough that it'd be hard to argue he was anything above moderately intelligent. He is a polarizing figure, and because he is somewhat popular, everyone seems to think they know him. That means people who barely have even spoken to him develop strong feelings for him. Girls get crushes from afar, nerds think he acts "to cool" for them, and guys undeservedly compare themselves to him. So, getting judged as the jock around the mansion-center parts has had it's benefits and drawbacks.
The truth is, Jack has immense insecurity that any psychic that has ever heard half of one of his passing thoughts would know about. An empath could sniff it out from a mile away. It all stems from two things: For one, despite many people at the institute claiming friendship with him, few truly are. In fact, most girls that have ever liked him seemed to only like him for having the thrill that a popular boy might like them back. Second, because he has performed well in the past, the faculty and staff at the mansion have high expectations for him that he does not think he can meet. This, coupled with an inability to admit that he can't control one of his powers, makes for a complex mixture of feelings that he does his best to hide. He's proved himself wrong before, and each time a layer of his emotional armor is shed, but yet has he really been able to justify the amount of responsibility he and the staff at the institute often place in him.
Aside from these angst-filled complexities that no doubt result in a few sleepless nights of contemplation, Jack is rather solemn. Younger students with similar physical powers often look up to him and see him of a symbol of solidarity. If only they knew how insecure he was on the inside. Ultimately though, he's a nice guy who is as focused as someone with a power that is constantly distracting him could be. He wants to do more then get along with humanity, he wants to protect people. He just thinks he can't. Others can interpret his "speak softly and carry a big stick" demeanor however they want.
Background:
Jackson's father, Raymond Greco, was a mutant with minor technopathy powers, and his mother was a regular human. Raymond was offered long ago the opportunity to move from eastern Long Island to Westchester to teach at Xavier's school, but fearing the limelight, refused. He did support what the Professor was doing, but knew the implications. Since not even Raymond's wife knew that he was a mutant, he decided to stay a few hours away and not become a major player.
As information about the Mutant X-gene started to make it's way into scientific circles and the institute gained popularity in the "in-the-know" mutant subculture, Raymond saw how easily it could come under fire and reaffirmed that hiding was the best decision. Around the same time, the science teacher and his wife had a son, whom they named Jackson.
Jack grew up in the suburbs in the early nineties, fitting in really well with his pals on the school bus. He, unlike his father, had a natural affinity for sports and physical activity. He was always very active and friendly, if a bit lacking in focus and imagination.
Jack started hitting puberty a bit early at age eleven, and the first hints of his powers started showing. For one, in his junior football league, he was throwing footballs as far as the pros. Raymond knew that his son had inherited the X-gene, and immediately pulled him out from any activities where it might show. Baseball, football, and wrestling were all abandoned, Raymond masking it as a punishment for low grades, never speaking to his child about what was really happening. Admittedly, Jack was doing poorly in school. He'd try to sit down and read, but for some reason he felt like he was reading four sentences at once, and he'd start to get confused. He also seemed to be hungry all the time, yet whatever baby fat he had left over was diminishing and tightening around his frame.
With doubt in his heart, Raymond contacted Xavier's school, lying to his wife that it was a school that was designed to bolster their son's failed grades. He also had a talk with his son, who at first described his powers as "cool".
Once he got to Xavier's school, and his Powers continued to develop, he realized how complex the life of a mutant was. Freshman year, amid all of the complexities that began filling his head, and his growing popularity among st the student body for being their go-to guy when it came to organizing a pick-up game, he had to deal with the Stryker invasion of the mansion. It was then he saw Piotr take on great responsibility in the face of danger that he started realizing what this was all about. He wanted to be the soft-spoken hero, carrying the maiden away from danger... but how could he ever be? He was just a guy that was good at sports.
As that all became resolved and the politics in the white house changed, life got better for mutants, but not enough that they could all become public figures exactly. Meanwhile, leadership ability and responsibility that Jack often displayed was picked up by the faculty, and he became a bit of a golden boy. Sure, he wasn't as studious as someone like kitty pryde, but he certainly stood out when it counted. He was involved in several extracurricular actives, being captain of the intra murals club and surprisingly a member of a small group of hip-hop dancers. Despite this, many of the faculty picked up on the fact that he rarely challenged himself, only doing things he seemingly knew he could do. This was a bit of a mark against him, but also something he could expand upon. It was his insecurities that stopped him from setting anything beyond mediocre goals. His success was spoon fed.
Then there was M-Day, the cure, and a thousand sounds fo terrible things. As the mansion mourned the loss of it's icons which were robbed from them, yet another complexity slid into Jack's mind: How could people who tried to do good all of their lives meet such horrible ends? He hadn't been tehre on alcatraz, but tehre wasn't a mutant in the world who didn't feel something when it happened. Surprisingly, all it did for the golden boy was reaffirm his belief that great things were too hard to accomplish. He'd keep trying though, but expecting failure all the time did little to help him.
Currently a senior-year student, Jack is learning how to teach so that next year he could stay at the mansion and teach gym class... not the dangerous kind, the mundane kind that used the normal gymnasium. He also wants to study health and fitness, and teach other students about that as well. Unfortunately, his greatest hurdle in all of this seems to be getting over his insecurities and turning more into the solemn figure of solidarity he portrays on the exterior. There has to be a way for that emotional armor to be stripped.
Current Affiliation:
Xavier Institute Student
Sample:
Jack has been struggling in Warren's political science class for some time now. Sure, math, science, those things were just numbers and information. A night spent concentrating hard enough, flipping through the pages of a textbook could easily get you a passing grade there. But political science? He definitely has a hard time applying that knowledge to anything useful. There is little tangibility to it. It's not like an equation you could see, or a baseball flying at your glove.
Pinnacle, eh? He can't believe they coined that code name for him. It was sort of like a sick joke in many ways. Just make the guy who is already insecure about living up to expectations even more insecure by calling him something like that.
He shakes it off though, and continues boring into the book with his eyes. Jeez, couldn't they have put more pictures in? He exudes a sigh and tosses the book onto the grass, already wet from the night's moisture settling down upon it and having no sun to evaporate it until morning. He looks up and sees the moon glow playing upon the roof of the mansion, reflecting into the surrounding woods. A little rusting caused by the wind sends his attention reeling in twelve directions. His brain tries to analyze each whoosh to figure out how many dead leaves still remain on the trees branches. Desperately he tries to snap out of it, even some sweat pools up above his eyelids.
Right! Political science! He was so going to fail his quiz tomorrow. Jack looks down to see the blue LEDs on his watch indicating it was 2:00 AM, way after curfew, even for a senior.
He shakes his head, standing up from his position on the back lawn's bench. Just a snack, maybe a few cheeseburgers, and he'd be off to bed. There was no use in trying to get things done tonight.
WESTCHESTER
