Post by Laurie Collins on Dec 18, 2006 21:24:37 GMT
Name:
Sean Garrison (but that’s Doctor Garrison to you)
Codename:
Due to no fault of Sean’s own the silly human filling out this application for him is terrible at thinking of codenames (good help is so hard to find these days). He’ll need one since he doesn’t want to use his real name while slumming with mutant terrorists so…help? Anyone? Virtual cookie with a mutant of your choice drawn in delicious frosting on the top for the best name-giver!
Age:
Forty
Mutation:
Well, I’m sure you’re all quite familiar with his daughter, Miss Laurie’s, pheromone abilities so no need to explain the basics. In regards to his control over them he’s a little different- Sean has, through careful practice, learned to mostly control his pheromones. He can choose what emotion he wants to release or to release no emotion at all and can release pheromones contrary to the emotion he is feeling at the moment though this can be difficult and he has to concentrate (which means he has to stop fighting if that’s what he’s doing and therefore becomes vulnerable, though he’s not much of a fighter anyway). He cannot, however, select specific targets for his pheromones- everyone within range will be equally effected. Wind and/or gasmasks can be used to render his power ineffective.
Note: I know at least one of the admins had concerns about potential god modding with Laurie’s pheromones and since Sean will eventually recover his and have more control over them than Laurie I’m thinking this might also be a concern with him. I’m hoping I’ve demonstrated with my RPing of Laurie that pheromone powers leave some wiggle room- I’ll often leave it up to the other person to decide if their character was in range or not, there are easy ways to protect oneself, and while pheromones can make you feel an emotion you choose how you react to that emotion.
Physical Description:
Sean is short for a man at five foot seven inches but his poise and dress make up for his lack of height. He has undeniably handsome looks, if perhaps a little bland in the typical all-American way, with blond hair he wears carefully styled and features with no visible deformities. He takes meticulous care with his appearance, dressing stylishly, gelling his hair slightly, applying Chap Stick to keep his lips from cracking, and even getting his nails looked after. He also has a sort of permanent tan glow that may just be from a salon- but suggest that to him and you’ll see that all those hours at the home gym didn’t go to waste. Of course you could also see the home gum’s rewards in the way he moves, graceful and purposeful and completely comfortable in his own skin. Overall he’s the picture of corporate media success, a well fed, well groomed, well preserved man with the air of money about him. One gets the feeling, however, that without his constant narcissistic attentions Sean could easily look as scruffy as any bum on the street, his handsome appearance is 70% effort and care 30% natural looks.
Personality:
Mr. Garrison is like an onion (no, not a parfait, he’s not lovable enough for that) or perhaps more aptly a chameleon, changing himself to best suit whatever social situation he finds himself in. His canvas is his calm, aloof confidence. From there he adds or removes layers as he chooses, friendly, menacing, joking etc. He very rarely shows strong emotions but when his anger breaks the surface it’s a pretty scary sight from someone so constantly in control of the emotional side of himself, and that’s not even taking into account the whole pheromone thing.
If you’re silly enough to want to unleash Sean’s temper the quickest way to do this is by humiliating him. It’s not easy to do but when it happens Sean can see in himself the pathetic pre-pubescent boy he once was and hates nothing more than that.
He’s a self-styled “man’s man” getting along well with other males he sees as worthy and able to work well in a team with them, having no problem taking on a subordinate role if he respects the leader enough or sees it to his advantage. Children, boys and girls, are a neutral zone for him, and he harbors a fastidious distaste for teenagers because they’re so loud and, well, messy and ignorant. Women are a minefield for him- he’s a misogynist to the bone with special hatred directed at clever, beautiful, independent women, bonus hatred for being physically strong and taller than him. Baseliners beware- you’re just cattle to Dr. Garrison.
He’s pretty much a textbook sociopath, smart, charming, and always looking out for number one. Everyone needs some redeeming qualities though and Sean’s got this to recommend him- he’s a capable guy who will get the job done, whatever it is, and doesn’t go out of his way to hurt anyone who isn’t in his way. Aside from the misogyny and anti-human thing he’s not looking to hurt any other mutants, just take care of himself, and is relatively open minded to other mutants and willing to give them a second and even a third chance to see things his way. Also he’s got a fun little twisted sense of dark humor, and who doesn’t like some sarcasm now and again?
Background:
Sean Garrison was born to Margaret and Richard Garrison in the small Midwestern town of Fairfield, Illinois. His early childhood was outwardly unremarkable as he lived out the typical formative years of one born on the tail end of the “baby boom” in a small ranch house with his parents.
Unknown to him until later in life his mother had believed herself to be infertile, and Sean’s birth came as a complete surprise to her, and at first it was a pleasant one. Margaret had been a pretty, bright girl and in her youth had dreamed of a grand life with money and power and true love, all the teenage fantasies she could dream up. Real life, however, proved to be something of a disappointment as her father died and her mother fell sick. Social conventions of the time left few options for Margaret but to stay and care for her mother, with the only possible escape being marriage. With all the best and brightest boys moving on to greener pastures her only choice for a mate was Richard Garrison the mousy owner of the local hardware store who was clearly smitten with her. Later years found her chafing in the restrictive role of housewife in a dead-end town with a diminutive, uninspiring husband and incredibly bitter at the way life had passed her by. In the months of her pregnancy and Sean’s early life she thought that motherhood could fulfill her. Sean, however, proved too much like his father a small, whining, and sickly child with- in her opinion- no future except to grow up to be a mediocre specimen of a man like his father. This obviously impacted her attitude towards her son and throughout his early years Sean felt the unspoken disdain of his mother keenly, responding by trying his hardest in every area of life to be perfect and earn her seemingly unattainable love. His father, when he was home (for he too felt Margaret’s disdain and took to lingering around the local bar more often than his home), spoiled Sean terribly and lavished him with pride and affection.
By twelve Sean was a pimple faced, skulking little thing who could sense the problems between his parents but was unable to sort out the causes. Then one day he arrived home from school early and caught his mother getting unforgivably horizontal (heh) with one of their neighbors. He was enraged and in this moment his pheromone powers manifested. Margaret and her lover were affected and ended up killing each other with their bare hands right before Sean who was hiding behind the partially opened door. Pheromones leave no trace, Sean had no idea what he’d done, and everyone simply assumed that Margaret had been insane. The public shame (and maybe a little bit of Sean’s unwitting pheromone influence…it was a long time ago and there’s no way to really be sure) led Richard to commit suicide and Sean was sent to California to live with his aunt and uncle. In his new town the boy became immensely popular, everyone was matching his moods, feeling what he felt, catering to his every whim because it also seemed to satisfy them.
Unlike his daughter who years later would break down at similar events Sean was pleased with his ability and practiced whenever possible. He came to see baseline humans as similar to cattle and their exploitation no more immoral than eating a hamburger. He rode his powers to straight A grades in high school, a position as student body president and basketball captain, and eventually admittance into Stanford University.
All the while, however, he’d been hiding a darker side. Due to experiences in earlier life he harbored a pathological hatred of women, sure that even the most seemingly innocent and kind female was hiding a sadistic nature. Strong willed, beautiful women especially those taller than him (he has a height fixation, how Napoleonic eh?) were special targets of his hate. During his teenage years he was content to work out his anger in small, cruel ways, embarrassing female classmates, making an intelligent girl nervous before tests and when giving presentations to sabotage her grades, and more sinisterly forcing popular girls to feel lust for him and taking advantage of the fact (though he was always afraid to go all the way with this) which fed into the justification that he was correct about women, they were all sluts etc.
When he reached Stanford he was happily dallying this way until he met Gail Collins. Gail was a beautiful, intelligent, supremely confident pre-law student with no family connections after the recent death of her parents and she seemed perfectly happy ignoring men to pursue her studies. Sean became fixated on the other student, harboring both an intense love and extreme hate for her. He carefully manipulated Gail to cut her off from her friends, and eventually convinced her to drop out of school to live with him. The two lived together for three years with Gail under Sean’s careful control. One day, however, Gail began acting strangely. Confident that he was superior and in control Sean let the behavior slide until he came home one afternoon to find that Gail had packed up and left. After a furious search he was forced to concede that Gail had escaped him forever. He had no idea that she had left because her pregnancy with Laurie had caused her to become immune to his pheromones.
After this incident Sean became completely callous and his hatred for baselines and women increased drastically. He dropped out of school and used his pheromones to make himself a renowned self-help guru with the rich and famous paying thousands of dollars for a single session and a brilliant publishing career as he influenced real psychologists to hand over their research and ghost-write several books for him. He became quite the beloved public figure and while making himself known as a renowned mutant sympathizer never revealed that he himself was a mutant or got directly involved in any of the major mutant events of the time, preferring to stick to his wealth and prestige and leave the fighting to superheroes and villains. He was given an honorary Doctorate by Harvard in 2004 and now goes quite pretentiously by Dr. Garrison.
Three years ago he received a hysterical call from a woman whose voice he recognized as Gail’s. The accusations were indecipherable rantings about ruining someone’s life, a taint of some sort, and then the line was cut. Though he didn’t know it this was Gail’s response to learning that Laurie had inherited Sean’s mutation, she wanted to be completely supportive of her daughter but her feelings of revulsion had to vent somewhere and this was the outlet they took.
Two months ago he was hit by a cure dart when an anti-mutant protestor fired one off at him at a book signing- not suspecting he was a mutant merely trying to make a statement about the good Doctor’s sympathies. Sean managed to play it off, spinning it successfully in the media as proof that anti-mutant hate groups would even attack other humans, but shortly after called a press conference and announced that he would be retiring from public life indefinitely and giving up all his clients supposedly to work on a “revolutionary new book” about his theories and finish his degree. In reality he hid out in his vacation home until his power returned and then headed for New York to seek out Magneto, enraged by the incident and seeing that the terrorist’s vision of mutant superiority was the only way to safely regain his comfortable lifestyle without fear of a future attack. He knows he’s no political genius and isn’t intending to challenge Magneto, just show up and offer his services.
(To be clear- he has no idea Laurie exists and her mother has never told her who exactly her father is. They’ll have to have a sweet little family reunion at some point but really I made Sean more ‘cause I wanted a brotherhood character and I thought it would be interesting to play a character with the same powers as my first but a different personality so when canon gave me an excuse I figured…hey why not right? I hope the potential for drama won’t seem soapy or gimmicky to y’all.)
Current Affiliation
Brotherhood ofEvil Awesome Mutants
Sample:
The plan, if anyone asks, is to claim that the Hummer was the only car the rental company had available on such short notice. Really Hummers are tacky, especially these new ones, with an air of the pampered playboy or pudgy accountant trying to prove his toughness clinging about it. Sean knows this but he can’t help but be attracted to the sheer size, the thrum of the engine beneath his feet, the way those little sports cars get the hell out of his way, scrambling to protect their precious paint jobs. Not that there are many sports cars on the road he’s currently steering the vehicle down, secret hideouts, after all, work best when not located in the middle of traffic. They also work best when one can’t get nicely written directions to their location with a few polite queries, but Mr. Franklin ((the guy on the American 100 dollar bill if that’s too oblique a reference for the lovely Brits and Canadians amongst us)) and his brothers have a habit of loosening tongues, and when they’re combined with the influence of some artfully wielded pheromones well, Sean can say in all honesty that he becomes rather irresistible.
Next left, then straight on for two miles he reminds himself after a glance at the directions lying on the seat next to him. Contrary to his planned assertion there were several more stylish cars on the lot when he arrived and the vehicle he is currently piloting had been claimed by a frowzy middle aged woman, presumably a baseline, with a toddler on one hip and a pudgy little boy clinging to her hand as she unlocked the door. Trailer trash from the fat on her hips to the bad perm crinkling her hair, and her son disgusting with a film of something sticky covering his pudgy chin. Sean laughs aloud, a pleasant, baritone sound like the reverberation of a grand bell, at the memory of the look on her face as she found herself standing in the parking space he’d just pulled out of, obviously wondering why on earth she’d just given a strange man the keys to her rental car.
He takes the turn easily, gloved hands (he’s always found the idea of driving gloves from the fifties rather debonair and purchased a pair in brown leather recently) sliding gently over the wheel. A wry smile twists his lips, a year ago he never could have foreseen this turn of events. Alkali had been an entertaining news story to him, a chance to laugh at the follies of his foolish fellow mutants, and he had harbored no intention of leaping into the fray on either side. He had been content with his lavish lifestyle- fame, money, homes, cars, and women- all that, though, was before the attack. His hands tighten on the wheel for a moment and a vein just below his left eye pulses briefly at the thought of the weakness the humiliation he’d been forced to endure at the hands of the human. He’d seen a picture of his attacker afterwards, the man had been scrawny, face covered in acne scars, hair oily and untended. To admit such a man had weakened him so, and held power over him even for so short a time… it was a mistake he tells himself silently, a touch of arrogance I won’t soon repeat.
The building housing the group he’s crossed the country to find comes into view around a bend in the wooded road and Sean eases off the gas, smiling slightly to himself.
Home sweet home?
Yeah this is a pretty heavily “fanon” application. Hopefully not too much so
Sean Garrison (but that’s Doctor Garrison to you)
Codename:
Due to no fault of Sean’s own the silly human filling out this application for him is terrible at thinking of codenames (good help is so hard to find these days). He’ll need one since he doesn’t want to use his real name while slumming with mutant terrorists so…help? Anyone? Virtual cookie with a mutant of your choice drawn in delicious frosting on the top for the best name-giver!
Age:
Forty
Mutation:
Well, I’m sure you’re all quite familiar with his daughter, Miss Laurie’s, pheromone abilities so no need to explain the basics. In regards to his control over them he’s a little different- Sean has, through careful practice, learned to mostly control his pheromones. He can choose what emotion he wants to release or to release no emotion at all and can release pheromones contrary to the emotion he is feeling at the moment though this can be difficult and he has to concentrate (which means he has to stop fighting if that’s what he’s doing and therefore becomes vulnerable, though he’s not much of a fighter anyway). He cannot, however, select specific targets for his pheromones- everyone within range will be equally effected. Wind and/or gasmasks can be used to render his power ineffective.
Note: I know at least one of the admins had concerns about potential god modding with Laurie’s pheromones and since Sean will eventually recover his and have more control over them than Laurie I’m thinking this might also be a concern with him. I’m hoping I’ve demonstrated with my RPing of Laurie that pheromone powers leave some wiggle room- I’ll often leave it up to the other person to decide if their character was in range or not, there are easy ways to protect oneself, and while pheromones can make you feel an emotion you choose how you react to that emotion.
Physical Description:
Sean is short for a man at five foot seven inches but his poise and dress make up for his lack of height. He has undeniably handsome looks, if perhaps a little bland in the typical all-American way, with blond hair he wears carefully styled and features with no visible deformities. He takes meticulous care with his appearance, dressing stylishly, gelling his hair slightly, applying Chap Stick to keep his lips from cracking, and even getting his nails looked after. He also has a sort of permanent tan glow that may just be from a salon- but suggest that to him and you’ll see that all those hours at the home gym didn’t go to waste. Of course you could also see the home gum’s rewards in the way he moves, graceful and purposeful and completely comfortable in his own skin. Overall he’s the picture of corporate media success, a well fed, well groomed, well preserved man with the air of money about him. One gets the feeling, however, that without his constant narcissistic attentions Sean could easily look as scruffy as any bum on the street, his handsome appearance is 70% effort and care 30% natural looks.
Personality:
Mr. Garrison is like an onion (no, not a parfait, he’s not lovable enough for that) or perhaps more aptly a chameleon, changing himself to best suit whatever social situation he finds himself in. His canvas is his calm, aloof confidence. From there he adds or removes layers as he chooses, friendly, menacing, joking etc. He very rarely shows strong emotions but when his anger breaks the surface it’s a pretty scary sight from someone so constantly in control of the emotional side of himself, and that’s not even taking into account the whole pheromone thing.
If you’re silly enough to want to unleash Sean’s temper the quickest way to do this is by humiliating him. It’s not easy to do but when it happens Sean can see in himself the pathetic pre-pubescent boy he once was and hates nothing more than that.
He’s a self-styled “man’s man” getting along well with other males he sees as worthy and able to work well in a team with them, having no problem taking on a subordinate role if he respects the leader enough or sees it to his advantage. Children, boys and girls, are a neutral zone for him, and he harbors a fastidious distaste for teenagers because they’re so loud and, well, messy and ignorant. Women are a minefield for him- he’s a misogynist to the bone with special hatred directed at clever, beautiful, independent women, bonus hatred for being physically strong and taller than him. Baseliners beware- you’re just cattle to Dr. Garrison.
He’s pretty much a textbook sociopath, smart, charming, and always looking out for number one. Everyone needs some redeeming qualities though and Sean’s got this to recommend him- he’s a capable guy who will get the job done, whatever it is, and doesn’t go out of his way to hurt anyone who isn’t in his way. Aside from the misogyny and anti-human thing he’s not looking to hurt any other mutants, just take care of himself, and is relatively open minded to other mutants and willing to give them a second and even a third chance to see things his way. Also he’s got a fun little twisted sense of dark humor, and who doesn’t like some sarcasm now and again?
Background:
Sean Garrison was born to Margaret and Richard Garrison in the small Midwestern town of Fairfield, Illinois. His early childhood was outwardly unremarkable as he lived out the typical formative years of one born on the tail end of the “baby boom” in a small ranch house with his parents.
Unknown to him until later in life his mother had believed herself to be infertile, and Sean’s birth came as a complete surprise to her, and at first it was a pleasant one. Margaret had been a pretty, bright girl and in her youth had dreamed of a grand life with money and power and true love, all the teenage fantasies she could dream up. Real life, however, proved to be something of a disappointment as her father died and her mother fell sick. Social conventions of the time left few options for Margaret but to stay and care for her mother, with the only possible escape being marriage. With all the best and brightest boys moving on to greener pastures her only choice for a mate was Richard Garrison the mousy owner of the local hardware store who was clearly smitten with her. Later years found her chafing in the restrictive role of housewife in a dead-end town with a diminutive, uninspiring husband and incredibly bitter at the way life had passed her by. In the months of her pregnancy and Sean’s early life she thought that motherhood could fulfill her. Sean, however, proved too much like his father a small, whining, and sickly child with- in her opinion- no future except to grow up to be a mediocre specimen of a man like his father. This obviously impacted her attitude towards her son and throughout his early years Sean felt the unspoken disdain of his mother keenly, responding by trying his hardest in every area of life to be perfect and earn her seemingly unattainable love. His father, when he was home (for he too felt Margaret’s disdain and took to lingering around the local bar more often than his home), spoiled Sean terribly and lavished him with pride and affection.
By twelve Sean was a pimple faced, skulking little thing who could sense the problems between his parents but was unable to sort out the causes. Then one day he arrived home from school early and caught his mother getting unforgivably horizontal (heh) with one of their neighbors. He was enraged and in this moment his pheromone powers manifested. Margaret and her lover were affected and ended up killing each other with their bare hands right before Sean who was hiding behind the partially opened door. Pheromones leave no trace, Sean had no idea what he’d done, and everyone simply assumed that Margaret had been insane. The public shame (and maybe a little bit of Sean’s unwitting pheromone influence…it was a long time ago and there’s no way to really be sure) led Richard to commit suicide and Sean was sent to California to live with his aunt and uncle. In his new town the boy became immensely popular, everyone was matching his moods, feeling what he felt, catering to his every whim because it also seemed to satisfy them.
Unlike his daughter who years later would break down at similar events Sean was pleased with his ability and practiced whenever possible. He came to see baseline humans as similar to cattle and their exploitation no more immoral than eating a hamburger. He rode his powers to straight A grades in high school, a position as student body president and basketball captain, and eventually admittance into Stanford University.
All the while, however, he’d been hiding a darker side. Due to experiences in earlier life he harbored a pathological hatred of women, sure that even the most seemingly innocent and kind female was hiding a sadistic nature. Strong willed, beautiful women especially those taller than him (he has a height fixation, how Napoleonic eh?) were special targets of his hate. During his teenage years he was content to work out his anger in small, cruel ways, embarrassing female classmates, making an intelligent girl nervous before tests and when giving presentations to sabotage her grades, and more sinisterly forcing popular girls to feel lust for him and taking advantage of the fact (though he was always afraid to go all the way with this) which fed into the justification that he was correct about women, they were all sluts etc.
When he reached Stanford he was happily dallying this way until he met Gail Collins. Gail was a beautiful, intelligent, supremely confident pre-law student with no family connections after the recent death of her parents and she seemed perfectly happy ignoring men to pursue her studies. Sean became fixated on the other student, harboring both an intense love and extreme hate for her. He carefully manipulated Gail to cut her off from her friends, and eventually convinced her to drop out of school to live with him. The two lived together for three years with Gail under Sean’s careful control. One day, however, Gail began acting strangely. Confident that he was superior and in control Sean let the behavior slide until he came home one afternoon to find that Gail had packed up and left. After a furious search he was forced to concede that Gail had escaped him forever. He had no idea that she had left because her pregnancy with Laurie had caused her to become immune to his pheromones.
After this incident Sean became completely callous and his hatred for baselines and women increased drastically. He dropped out of school and used his pheromones to make himself a renowned self-help guru with the rich and famous paying thousands of dollars for a single session and a brilliant publishing career as he influenced real psychologists to hand over their research and ghost-write several books for him. He became quite the beloved public figure and while making himself known as a renowned mutant sympathizer never revealed that he himself was a mutant or got directly involved in any of the major mutant events of the time, preferring to stick to his wealth and prestige and leave the fighting to superheroes and villains. He was given an honorary Doctorate by Harvard in 2004 and now goes quite pretentiously by Dr. Garrison.
Three years ago he received a hysterical call from a woman whose voice he recognized as Gail’s. The accusations were indecipherable rantings about ruining someone’s life, a taint of some sort, and then the line was cut. Though he didn’t know it this was Gail’s response to learning that Laurie had inherited Sean’s mutation, she wanted to be completely supportive of her daughter but her feelings of revulsion had to vent somewhere and this was the outlet they took.
Two months ago he was hit by a cure dart when an anti-mutant protestor fired one off at him at a book signing- not suspecting he was a mutant merely trying to make a statement about the good Doctor’s sympathies. Sean managed to play it off, spinning it successfully in the media as proof that anti-mutant hate groups would even attack other humans, but shortly after called a press conference and announced that he would be retiring from public life indefinitely and giving up all his clients supposedly to work on a “revolutionary new book” about his theories and finish his degree. In reality he hid out in his vacation home until his power returned and then headed for New York to seek out Magneto, enraged by the incident and seeing that the terrorist’s vision of mutant superiority was the only way to safely regain his comfortable lifestyle without fear of a future attack. He knows he’s no political genius and isn’t intending to challenge Magneto, just show up and offer his services.
(To be clear- he has no idea Laurie exists and her mother has never told her who exactly her father is. They’ll have to have a sweet little family reunion at some point but really I made Sean more ‘cause I wanted a brotherhood character and I thought it would be interesting to play a character with the same powers as my first but a different personality so when canon gave me an excuse I figured…hey why not right? I hope the potential for drama won’t seem soapy or gimmicky to y’all.)
Current Affiliation
Brotherhood of
Sample:
The plan, if anyone asks, is to claim that the Hummer was the only car the rental company had available on such short notice. Really Hummers are tacky, especially these new ones, with an air of the pampered playboy or pudgy accountant trying to prove his toughness clinging about it. Sean knows this but he can’t help but be attracted to the sheer size, the thrum of the engine beneath his feet, the way those little sports cars get the hell out of his way, scrambling to protect their precious paint jobs. Not that there are many sports cars on the road he’s currently steering the vehicle down, secret hideouts, after all, work best when not located in the middle of traffic. They also work best when one can’t get nicely written directions to their location with a few polite queries, but Mr. Franklin ((the guy on the American 100 dollar bill if that’s too oblique a reference for the lovely Brits and Canadians amongst us)) and his brothers have a habit of loosening tongues, and when they’re combined with the influence of some artfully wielded pheromones well, Sean can say in all honesty that he becomes rather irresistible.
Next left, then straight on for two miles he reminds himself after a glance at the directions lying on the seat next to him. Contrary to his planned assertion there were several more stylish cars on the lot when he arrived and the vehicle he is currently piloting had been claimed by a frowzy middle aged woman, presumably a baseline, with a toddler on one hip and a pudgy little boy clinging to her hand as she unlocked the door. Trailer trash from the fat on her hips to the bad perm crinkling her hair, and her son disgusting with a film of something sticky covering his pudgy chin. Sean laughs aloud, a pleasant, baritone sound like the reverberation of a grand bell, at the memory of the look on her face as she found herself standing in the parking space he’d just pulled out of, obviously wondering why on earth she’d just given a strange man the keys to her rental car.
He takes the turn easily, gloved hands (he’s always found the idea of driving gloves from the fifties rather debonair and purchased a pair in brown leather recently) sliding gently over the wheel. A wry smile twists his lips, a year ago he never could have foreseen this turn of events. Alkali had been an entertaining news story to him, a chance to laugh at the follies of his foolish fellow mutants, and he had harbored no intention of leaping into the fray on either side. He had been content with his lavish lifestyle- fame, money, homes, cars, and women- all that, though, was before the attack. His hands tighten on the wheel for a moment and a vein just below his left eye pulses briefly at the thought of the weakness the humiliation he’d been forced to endure at the hands of the human. He’d seen a picture of his attacker afterwards, the man had been scrawny, face covered in acne scars, hair oily and untended. To admit such a man had weakened him so, and held power over him even for so short a time… it was a mistake he tells himself silently, a touch of arrogance I won’t soon repeat.
The building housing the group he’s crossed the country to find comes into view around a bend in the wooded road and Sean eases off the gas, smiling slightly to himself.
Home sweet home?
Yeah this is a pretty heavily “fanon” application. Hopefully not too much so
