HENRY MCCOY

HENRY MCCOY

GENERAL INFO

NAME: henry philip mccoy
OTHER ALIASES: beast hank
AGE: twenty-six
BIRTH PLACE: dunfee, illinois
CURRENT LOCATION: westchester, new york
GROUP AFFILIATION(S): x-men
FACE CLAIM: marcus galloway

POWERS & ABILITIES

hank mccoy was born a mutant with the gifts of genetic atavism; appearing to have large hands, feet and build but also a larger than average brain.

he has a higher than average endurance and pain tolerance due to his mutant abilities as well as being stronger and faster too. he can’t lift a car over his head or outrun a cheetah, but compared to an average man his age and height he is superior. he is incredibly dexterous and agile as well. being able to write with both hands equally as good as with his own two feet.

through his training with the professor, he has done some work in repelling telepathic assault. not perfect in approach by any means, he is still a student at it; working hard in each session to repel the greatest telepath the world has ever known.

hank has an intellect rivaled by few, and a desire to always learn more that keeps him going. he is always consuming knowledge and devotes himself to learning in his freetime. he is polylingual, knowing so far english, french, german, mandarin and russian. though he hasn’t given up yet on learning japanese if he can find the right teacher.

he isn’t just a brain however, he also can be a fierce fighter. he will do whatever is necessary to keep others safe.

BRIEF HISTORY

growing up, he was singled out. hp never was able to blend in with others. if it was not his features that pitted him at odds with his neighbors and classmates it was his intellect. a rambunctious child whose mind was capable of extraordinary things. he was a contrarian to all the social norms around him. he challenged his peers and his instructors. hank did so with an affable grin that angered some - even drew children to violence. they learned quickly that they could not beat him though in one on one combat. so they turned to reputation destruction, property damage and hurting his parents. children can be so cruel when they steady their aggression and focus it.

he was made a loner all his childhood into his early teen year. but with every opportunity though he reached out a hand for friendship, and every chance they got they smacked it away. even when some children would get close to him, the others would intervene; sometimes begin bullying them: doing everything in their wheelhouse to correct the other’s actions. hank was alone and without friends. everyday he would go from school to the public library in town, and then home to eat tv dinners with his parents. his life was becoming mundane but also relatively safe. he could see that others often had it much worse than he did, which perhaps selfishly gave him small comforts. in watching the news and reading newspapers he broadened his scope on things. finally he realized that this turmoil would be a short lived one. college would be different then this mediocrity he was currently experiencing.

freshman year began as any other, only this time he had a friend. the sophomore ate her lunches with him and when they passed each other in the hall they would smile and wave. she was the first who stood against the oppression of the others. she was the only one strong enough, like him. but having a single friend, which is all he ever wanted made him feel more lonely than ever before. he could not monopolize all her time, he was well aware and so he still strove to find others. with the encouragement of his father and friend: henry joined the football team one day on the field during tryouts. he had never thrown the ball around or openly participated in rough housing with the boys, but through observing and talking about the sport with his father, hank was well aware of it. he impressed the coach. hank kicked the ball accurately and farther than anyone else, he was stronger and quicker then the others. he was a beast on the field. he was accepted by the team for his talents. finally, he was accepted.

in his senior year of high school, hank began touring colleges on the east coast specifically. he was in the process of being scouted by all the exclusive colleges. his ever growing intellect was making a name for itself locally and at the state level; eventually going to the national level. he wrote about molluscs in scientific journals beginning at the age of sixteen and was even given the director position for the state capitals science museum: he would have accepted but his parents made him turn it down. it was upon going to the east coast that hank met xavier for the first time. a simple hello was exchanged along with a business card and offer to share a dinner in the hotel they both were staying at. it was mostly a one sided conversation, henry was eager to tell the man about his growing up. he drank seven coca cola’s that night at dinner. he spoke so much he wasn’t monitoring his eating which could be rather ravenous if not kept in check.

finally the conversation changed. the veil was lifted from his eyes and he saw the truth of what charles was saying. a <i>mutant</i>. the word in the context had never come up before. it gave him a new identity as a mutant. he became excited at the new discovery of his own existence. it gave so many answers to all his questions. why he was shunned from society and then only taken back when he had a riotous win. after saying goodbye to charles that night, he phoned information from his hotel suite, he went down to the library and dug up every article he could find on xavier. the man was a genius and hank in that moment chose to emulate him. no formal declarations were made that night, but hank became a devotee to the man and would join his academy. one where he was promised a better understanding of himself, others and the universe as it was currently known. a place where he could get college credits and a front row seat on understanding that which was unknown to most. hank voluntarily signed his soul to the man, for what it was worth.

life at the mansion was not without its struggles. the five students of the professor who had the run of the place soon began to take a back seat as others filed in. hank’s time with his teacher became more strained and more duties were placed on the young man. he would isolate himself in study sometimes for days, this wasn’t unusual for him in his former life, but now he was part of a team. in a group he’d need to act with their thoughts and feelings in mind. no longer could he do as he pleased without considering them too. this was probably the biggest challenge for him and one in the future he would still have issues with.

he once again allowed in and tried to make friends, he was intuitive enough to realize they too were eager to have someone. he became popular among them, he did his best to balance his relationships and his studies with his work; but if one had to suffer - he made it his relationships. hank, with a steady hand knew not to let his mind go to waste and therefore worked tirelessly through many nights. he was often in correspondence with others around the world. learning from afar what he could pick up through letters and then emails. when able, he’d go into the city to take up an audience in a lecture hall. gleaning what he could from the greatest minds.

he had always taken to the sciences easiest. chemistry, biology, physics: through intense study and repetition he learned what he could as quickly as he could. he read fiction and mastered languages too. becoming near fluent in four before obtaining his masters in biochemistry from columbia. as the roster in winchester county bulked, hank was allowed greater freedoms. one being an accelerated course of study in the city. a quick favorite to his new professors, he allowed access few other pupils got, including an internship and later appointment at brand industries.

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE

A loud groan and a shiver work together to ruin his perfect night rest. A shiver that runs from the nape of his neck, zig-zagging from elbow and spine to knee and bare foot. The noise made by one of the other boys shook him also. The originator remains unknown, Carol suspects Yaxley. His rest was small in length, he had only been down for an hour or so. Two covers and his left leg still managed to escape confinement. Alone left uncovered, in the moonlight his skin looks translucent - In the day, a paleness unlike others. Sitting up in bed now, he is fully awake. His shirtless abdomen unclothed, and his shorts he chooses to sleep with are somewhere mixed up in the covers.

Being cold tonight could have been avoided but hindsight is always twenty twenty. Scratching his itchy heard, hair slightly greasy from a long day of awkward hand placement, he looks at the other boys in their bunks. From his cousin to the other boys, he glances at only dark objects back dropped on lighter-dark objects and contrasted with even darker ones. Only natural light was coming in from the portholes high above their beds. A single flame was flickering in the middle of the room, it was small; the flame not the chandelier it rested on. It’s brothers had already gone off to bed, but one lone soldier remained. (Yaxley, this is the last time I show you my hiding spot.) He searched between his multi layered bed. Between the mattresses he tended to store a little gift from a seventh year. Sometimes gin, sometimes whiskey. Muggles have it right when it comes to liquor.

Finding his shorts, but not any drink, he pulls them on quickly. His volume is of no concern, the bunk next to him moves - shaking the bed frame. Its steel frame catches light and then stops. Carol swings his legs out from the covers and onto the stone floor. It is as cold as the air around him. He would have had mink slippers to put his feet into but a bad joke by Scorpius and now they are ruined. (Six mink for nothing, anyway he owes me a pair still) He walks carelessly, with an attitude that says ‘if I am awake, so should everyone else.’ In the shorts he went to bed in and a maroon sweater he had lying on his bedpost. He moseyed down to the common room. Surely someone is awake and has a large fire going. Midnight chats are not uncommon in the hallowed history of the castle.

Arriving at the opening, spotting first the leather seating and the jade light coming from the left. No other light showed itself in the large room. The slight sounds of movement on leather break through the air. Thinking it might be a prefect, Carol stays close to the wall, knocking his chest toward the wall, he inadvertently hit a portrait. Though he remained sleeping, he almost fell from his green leather chair. He must be an old alum from before Carol’s grandparents attended Hogwarts. Moving away from the wall and towards the flame, he hears a familiar sound.

”Don’t fall in,” Carol ventures to his old pal. Now a man he has known the majority of his life. ”The embers are often hotter than the fire. If one doesn’t get you the other will.” He could only see the outline of his friend but watching him stumble up and place himself near the fire, he recognized him at once. Knowing full well who the other occupant of the room was, Carol took great strides to meet him near the fire. An arm's length away or so he noticed a flask, it’s casing was metallic and light danced on it. Coupled with the cigarette newly lit, Carol knew this was going to be an interesting exchange. (Oh Alastair, what have you gotten yourself into?) The thought shared by many Slytherin who's had this chance encounter.

THE WRITER

NAME: helmsley
TIME ZONE: central
AGE: twenty-six
PRONOUNS: he/him