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[PTabbedContent][PTab=GENERAL INFORMATION] CHARACTER INFO: NAME: Blackagar Boltagon (Real Name Unknown) ALIAS: Black Bolt AGE: 24 OCCUPATION: Inhuman defender of the Homeless and Runaways of the abandoned Subway Station society known as 'Attilan' MEMBER GROUP: Canon AFFILIATIONS: Inhumans POWERS AND ABILITIES: After undergoing Terrigenesis, Blackagar was granted a powerful if not unstable power. An organic mechanism in his brain's speech center produces an unknown particle that interacts with ambient electrons, enabling him to produce certain mentally-controlled phenomena. One of which is a "quasi-sonic scream", which since his electron-harnessing ability is linked to the speech center of his brain, any attempt to use his vocal cords triggers an uncontrollable disturbance of the particle/electron interaction field. Because of this, he has taken a vow of silence and must be constantly vigilant of even the softest of utterances lest he destroy anything or anyone in its path, though he has as of yet to test the full power of his voice, so it is unsure if this is true. He can however channel his powers inward to increase his strength and speed, as well as allowing himself to fly at speeds up to 500 mph, though he has never tested it fully. Black Bolt can create a nearly impenetrable force field by focusing his energy around himself, and can use his electron abilities as extrasensory probes, highly sensitive to electromagnetic phenomena, and he can also jam certain electromagnetic mechanisms. Though exhausting, he can create particle/electron interaction fields solid enough to be traversed upon. Despite this power, Blackagar has not fully learned to control it, only scraping the surface and refusing to delve deeper out of fear for others and himself. This fear severely limits his potential and instills fear upon him to never practice with it fully. When active, a white almost silvery electricity surges forth from his forehead in a rough fork shape with two prongs and either vanishes before he screams or speaks, or the energy disperses into his body to grant him some of his other abilities. PLAYBY: Logan Lerman OOC INFO: PLAYER NAME: Cryptic AGE: 23 GENDER: Male TIMEZONE: Pacific Time OTHER CHARACTERS: N/A [/PTab][PTab=PERSONNEL ASSESSMENT] PERSONALITY ASSESSMENT: LIKES: Nature: It's tranquil, ever changing, and filled with many creatures that are always interesting. Chocolate: It's sweet, reminds him of good times, and is a good treat when he or others feel down. Dogs: Their loyal nature and loving affections make them ideal pets for Blackagar. He currently owns a male brown bulldog named Lockjaw that acts as his companion, friend, and guard dog. Rock Music: He loves the sound of the loud music, makes him feel like he's in another place. Painting: He paints in his spare time because deep down, he loves to create and yearns to build a better place. DISLIKES: Violence: When he was in the local orphanage, he was the subject of bullying and had to watch on as others were bullied and he could do nothing. Now he strives to never resort to violence if he can help it. Crime: From crime comes violence, he frowns upon any of the sort. Those who threaten Attilan: Those who live in Attilan, young or old, Inhuman or Mutant, are considered his family. You threaten one, you threaten them all, and by proxy you threaten him. Criminals: From them comes crime, from crime comes violence, he has no tolerance for criminals. Guns: He has encountered them before and has always treated any who wield them to be untrustworthy unless proven otherwise. STRENGTHS: Blackagar has a stoic view of right, refusing to budge or be led astray when confronted or when others try to steer him down the wrong paths. Though Blackagar is distrusting of strangers, he can see when someone is being truthful and even can see the good in others when others may not. He is fiercely loyal and determined, he'll put his life on the line for those he considers a friend and will never back down even when confronted with a tough situation. WEAKNESSES: Blackagar, though he is strong, doubts and fears himself. It is this fear that makes him hesitate to use his full power in any fight and can cause him to hesitate. When a friend or ally is threatened, Blackagar will step literally and figuratively step 'in front of the gun.' This mindset has put him in terrible danger more than once. Though he is quite in control of himself, he can become blinded by his emotions if ever he is put in a stressing situation. GOALS: His first goal is to see the people in Attilan thrive and grow as a people so that way if he ever passes, they won't need him anymore. And his biggest goal is that he seeks to build peace with others, to create a world of harmony without violence. He also seeks to find others like him or hopefully, his family. FEARS: He fears that one day his people of Attilan could all be killed or worse and he would fail to save them all. But his biggest fear is that he'll lose control of himself and harm others or the world. OVERALL PERSONALITY: At first glance, Blackagar can be seen as cold and calculating, but this is far from the truth. In actuality, it's merely that he is always composed when not interacting with others, so he can keep his mental and emotional state in perfect order. Behind the mask of a straight face however, he has shown time and time again that he is kind, compassionate, and understanding of others. Due to the fact he rarely speaks, Blackagar has learned to listen and always gauge any situation before acting. On many occasions, he has welcomed many of Attilan into his figurative tent to speak of their problems and talk out their inner thoughts and demons which he tries to help or ease their worries, showing a great empathy for others problems. However, behind closed doors, Blackagar always questions if he should really continue on, doubting his presence in Attilan as either a positive or negative aspect. He also lives in constant fear of himself, under the fear that one day he may lose control or his power may grow to strong for even himself to control. Many times, he has contemplated leaving or....committing suicide to protect 'his people' from the lurking darkness he believes is within him. But, should others threaten his people or Blackagar himself, he adopts a fierce and almost warrior like attitude that many of Attilan have learned to respect and enemies have learned to fear. HISTORICAL OVERVIEW: BIRTHPLACE: Somewhere in America RESIDENCE: Attilan, New York PARENTS: Unknown SIBLINGS: Unknown as of Now. IMPORTANT RELATIVES: None that he knows of. IMPORTANT PERSON: None. OVERALL HISTORY: In an American town, a child was born to a loving big family, it was unknown how long they had him for or what his name had been, but he was eventually sent away to an orphanage in New York to be raised for the remainder of his life. When The Boy was old enough, he was allowed to play with others his age, though he was shy because he wasn't sure how the others would interact with a boy with no name. It was indeed true, for several years, The Boy had no friends to speak of and would only draw in private or play with some of the local fauna, little things mostly. Eventually however, on his 10th Birthday, he was asked what HE wanted to be named by the head of the orphanage. After a while of deciding, he decided to be name himself, 'Blackagar Boltagon' and he as well as others took to it immediately. Though he ran afoul of the 'bullies' of the building who tormented him and his friends for years, he never faltered. He was an avid artist and took to all the lessons of school that were taught to him and was friendly to all he met. After he reached the age of 18, he had to leave the orphanage since they could no longer keep him. Though things seemed dire, Blackagar met the world with a confident smile. He attended to two jobs, lived in a neatly furnished one bedroom apartment, and all of this still within the city of New York where he had been raised. Several years would pass before his life that he had built for himself would effectively end. It was a day like any other, the weekend was coming to an end, he would go to work the following morning and he was sitting down after having some dinner. Though, he had taken to having fish oil supplements to keep up his health. He never thought much of the whole thing, but he did want to have some good health. He popped a pill before bed and laid down for the night. The following morning, he awoke in darkness and couldn't move at all. Panicking, he thrashed and broke free from some sort of cocoon. His panic reached a high when he noticed the crystal and it was expelling some sort of mist, and he screamed. Upon screaming, he decimated the entire room and destroyed a good portion of his walls. Regaining himself and hearing sirens, Blackagar grabbed some clothes and ran. For several months close to a year he ran, learning the slight ins and outs of his powers as best as he could. Though New York was not without it's perils for one such as he. Many times he had been approached by less than savory characters and he could swear that others almost seemed to follow him and watch him from a distance. Regardless, he wandered on. One day however, he met a young girl who seemed lost and scared. The girl was visibly a homeless child. Although she kept stating that she needed to 'get home.' Blackagar, being the soul he was, offered his help and the girl agreed to allow him to follow her. As they ventured on, they were unaware a couple of street gang members were tailing them. During their venture, Blackagar came across a stray and cold brown bulldog puppy. Taking pity on the animal, he wrapped it in his coat and ventured onwards. Soon, the girl and Blackagar came to the Subway system, much to his confusion. The girl lead him on, reassuring that they were almost home. After an hour of walking and following hidden 'signs' left by others who walked the path. Eventually, they arrived at a large piece of crumbling brick work. After sliding a trick section of wall on a steel slider aside, the girl lead him inside into a large shut down Subway station. Both side of the stations tunnels were sealed off and it seemed to have been very well lived in. Most of the terminal having been sealed off and some far walls knocked down into other abandoned rail tunnels to expand the now large hidden community. A make shift lighting system made up the whole roof giving it the appearance of a lightened sky. And makeshift wooden homes were littering the area, even the occasional tent. Upon his arrival, the other members thanked him for bringing the girl back and welcomed him with open arms. Allowing him to keep the puppy he would later name Lockjaw, he prepared to be given the tour. But the gang members surged in with the intent to take over and make the terminal their hidden HQ. The homeless and runaways tried to make them leave, but they refused and intended to slaughter those who resisted. Blackagar stepped forward and pointed to the exit. The men attacked and beat him, until Blackagar gestured for the others to step away. All backed up questioningly, and then Blackagar sent the criminals flying with a single word of 'Stop'. The dwellers threw the now injured and scared gangsters from their home and let them run. Afraid they would cast him out, Blackagar prepared to leave, but instead of scorn, he was applauded and welcomed with a much warmer reception. Upon drawing his name upon a piece of paper, a skilled graffiti artist spray painted a mural above the entrance to the home depicting the nickname and alias Blackagar Boltagon would be known by, "Black Bolt." Together, they renamed the home Attilan, a refuge for those who seek to need one. And there, Black Bolt stays, defending his beloved friends and people. [/PTab][PTab=IMAGE]  [/PTab][/PTabbedContent={width:485px;border:0px;margin-left:-2px;}] |
