Post by ERIK LEHNSHERR on May 30, 2021 20:32:12 GMT
ERIK LEHNSHERR
MAGNETO | CANON |
37 | MUTANT |
GENERAL INFO
NAME: Erik Lehnsherr
OTHER ALIASES: Magneto, Max Eisenhardt, Magnus
AGE: thirty-seven
BIRTH PLACE: Nuremberg, Germany
CURRENT LOCATION: various, around America
GROUP AFFILIATION(S): Brotherhood
FACE CLAIM: Michael Fassbender
POWERS & ABILITIES
Magnetokinesis
Erik's mutation brings him in perfect tune with the Earth’s electromagnetic field, allowing him to interact with in a variety of ways. Primarily, his ability manifests as ferrokinesis, allowing him to detect, move, manipulate, and alter all metallic materials via magnetic forces. He is also able to perceive and manipulate metal at a sub-atomic level - for example, he can cause the particles to vibrate such that the temperature of the metal increases, though this currently requires a significant amount of exertion on his part.
By bending magnetic fields around himself, Magneto can create a magnetic force field capable of protecting himself and those within it from weaponry, projectiles (such as bullets), and other threats. He can bring projectiles to a stop, and return them to sender with relative ease. Utilizing magnetic field lines in his surroundings, Magneto is able to lift himself in magnetic flight, and has become practiced enough to allow for efficient travel via this method. As an added benefit, flight allows him to make the grand entrances he so enjoys.
He has also acquired metallic armor for himself, including a rather magnificent cape, woven of metallic fibers which he reinforces to protect himself against blunt impacts. The piece de resistance is, of course, the helmet won in Shaw's death, which shields his mind against psychic influence and makes an excellent visual statement.
There is yet more potential for his understanding and capability with his powers to improve. Thanks in large part to his time with Charles Xavier, he has been able to push past old limits - he can lift a significant amount of weight without much strain, his force fields have a wider range, and his precision has greatly improved. However, his abilities continue to rely heavily on his physical and emotional state. His endurance is not without limit, and he can easily overextend and exhaust himself if he is not careful enough. And, if cut off from metal and his connection to the Earth, he will be left essentially powerless.
Finally, he has no immunity to poison, illness, or physical harm. Without the helmet, he is vulnerable to psychic attack.
BRIEF HISTORY
TW: mentions of Holocaust, violence, death
Once, he was a boy. He knew love. Freedom. Peace. The ease of his father's laugh. The warmth of his mother's arms. The way the house smelled when she cooked matzo soup. He knew hope.
But he was taught the futility of that hope. That peace. He was only a boy, made into prey. The stench of the camps is more easily remembered, now, than broth on the stove. The way it was all grey. The sound of a single gunshot, and a body falling to the floor. Loss. Grief. Anger. The last is what he clings to most tightly, for he sees it as his salvation. Without it, he would still be a hopeless rabbit - with it, he is the predator. The monster they made him into. He feels no guilt for the deaths he causes, the pain he causes. He is the knife that cuts through flesh and severs the fragile tenues of life. A weapon who learns where to aim its intention. He tells himself that he is only that, that the rest has been stripped away. He has a task. Kill Shaw. When that task is done, he will rest.
He does not anticipate Charles Xavier.
You are not alone
and
There is more to you.
He did not ask for a future, but he is given one. He is given a friend. And, though he does not think Charles will ever understand the impossibility of peace, or what men are capable of in the face of their own fear, their own hatred, their own inferiority, a part of him believes in the version of himself that Charles claims to see. A part of him grows to trust the man who made him choose life. And it is not that he wants Charles to be wrong - it is that he knows he will be.
Cuba proves this.
And Cuba proves that the ones who Erik loves the most, the ones he wants most to protect, are the ones he will ultimately fail. He thought that Charles knew him. He thought that Charles understood him, and he thought - he thought that they would rise together from this, and stronger. But instead, they part, Erik with Charles' blood still on his hands. With the errant bullet still pressed to his palm.
In that absence, it is easier to be cold. Distant. Uncompromising. He creates his Brotherhood, taking Shaw's once-allies as his own. They begin their work of supporting what mutants they can find, dismantling humanity's injustices. He finds himself blamed for the death of Kennedy - another bullet whose direction he cannot change enough. He goes into hiding, a wanted man, but his work continues on as they uncover the experimentation being done to mutants. As they combat it. And they will stop at nothing to ensure that the sins against them are paid for appropriately.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
A man entered the room. Psylocke pressed deeper into the shadows where the flickering light did not reach. She had no fear in this; her breath was measured and imperceptible, her heartbeat steadily quiet. If he saw her, it would be a credit to him. Until then - she observed his person, his movements. She knew somewhere within that this was the man Sinister had warned her of. Who else would be in this room, with this sword, at this hour? And she studied him for any symptom of blood lust, any evidence of a demon within.
But she saw none. For now, he was only a man. A man drawn to a sword; and, yes, knowing what it could do - what Sinister said, thought it could do - she faulted him for the temptation. He moved to it as if it beckoned him. His eyes did not seem to stray from it. It became clear that he had not come here because he suspected her presence, but because he wanted to be in the presence of the sword…
And this was proof enough for her.
She left her place at the corner, moving behind him with swift efficiency and drawing her katana, which slid from its sheath with barely a whisper. She did not intend to kill him, though she felt she could have. And how easily that might have resolved things - but how easily it would make her back into what she had once been. She tried to convince herself that this was what stayed her hand. Tried to convince herself that it was not the part of Elizabeth that still lingered within her. Tried to convince herself that it was not for Elizabeth.
I want to be good, she reminded herself as she brought the edge of her blade to his throat, stepping to the front of him so that he could see her face without needing to turn his head. Urging him back from the sword. ”Do not give me a reason to kill you,” she warned in a low tone, already braced for him to make some effort at a counterattack. If he was truly what Sinister thought, he would not surrender easily. ”I am here to ask you for a conversation.”
THE WRITER
NAME: Pepper
TIME ZONE: PST
AGE: 29
PRONOUNS: She/Her
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