Post by Alex Summers on Feb 24, 2007 21:37:29 GMT -5
The Basics
Name: Alexander "Alex" Summers
Code Name: Havok
Age: 25
Affiliation: X-Men
Mutant Characteristics:
Mutation:
Havok's body quite literally contains the power of a small sun. The power manifests itself most commonly as white hot rings of plasma as he directs it with his hands, however he is not limited to using solely his hands as his entire body generates this intense heat. He absorbs cosmic energies constantly, such as starlight, x-rays and gamma radiation. He is also able to enter a fully engaged nuclear reactor unharmed. This energy is then stored within his body's cells to be metabolized. The energy is released and as it super heats the air around him it becomes visible as white hot plasma. These waves work successively as the heat they generate multiplies within the target, the larger the object the more energy required from Havok's body.
The plasma rings, once released, are not really of a concussive nature but rather they disintegrate the object they come into contact with by drastically altering it's internal temperature. When it comes to organic forms, more often than not his blasts will melt them or cause them to burst into spontaneous combustion. The nature of his mutation allows Havok to endure and even thrive in conditions that would prove deadly to anyone else. He could live inside a nuclear reactor if he wished, the energy only feeding his own massive needs. He is immune to his own brother's optic blasts and to some other energy attacks, namely those of a super-heated nature like his own.
His own internal body temperature runs at slightly higher than normal as a result of his mutation, allowing him to ward off low-level colds and viruses. Because of his mutation, Alex's body emits heat regularly in low doses unless otherwise checked, much in the same way Dazzler emits minor emission of light. This heat can seem like an aura under the right conditions, the aura amplified when he actively discharges his plasma waves. The plasma usually appears to come from his hands but he is capable of discharging or releasing the energy from any point on his body. Alex's potential is hindered by only his own stamina, morals and mental outlook.
For all intents and purposes he is a living battery constantly recharging as his body absorbs the rays that both give our planet life, destroy, and power our lives. Havok is able to seemingly create concussive blasts that can disintegrate or disrupt molecules in objects outside of his direct line of sight or path (bypassing a teammate for example) but doing so creates a huge drain on his stamina and is directly related to his ability to concentrate. While 'powered' up Alex is invulnerable to gunshots or other projectiles that are susceptible to heat or melting. In addition it can be difficult for another to attack him hand to hand when he is fully using his abilities because of the heat he puts out. His can carve out a huge chunk of a mountain with a blast from his fists but lacks the control to harness that same plasma into a pinpoint beam like a laser.
Manifestations: He looks pretty much like the average Joe and likes it that way.
Class: 4 Energy Wielder
The Character
Personality:
Alex is a man of little mystery. He wears his emotions outwardly in his expressions and on his sleeve. He is quick to smile but also very easy to anger, often choosing to let his reactions fly rather than sit back and consider all options. Someone less impulsive might call him reckless but it is this passionate attitude that has gotten him through many situations with relative ease (at least for him). He can be warm like the sun, radiating that same protective warmth and comfort to those he loves. It is in these moments of calm that Summers can seek forgiveness for his harsh, aggressive side. He is extremely competitive, often to the point of going a little too far in what for everyone else might just be a simple game.
His is a grand strategist, intelligent and capable albeit confident enough to take risks others might shy away from. He is highly educated for a man of his age, completing a degree in Geophysics by the age of twenty one and a Masters by twenty three. Robust and real, people have a tendency to either love this man's man or leave him. He is loyal to his friends and longs for a family of his own. He was perhaps as fond of Xavier as his brother Scott. He deals with the losses in his life by barreling onward, questions asked and answered later. With the death of his mother at an early age, Alex sought that same close relationship with both his brother and father. This quest left him largely unsatisfied, they were simply unable to fill the gap left in her absence. Being an emotional person he holds a certain amount of resentment for those who seem to have greater control over their own inner turmoils.
He buried himself into his studies and athletics until he was contacted by a Mr. Charles Xavier. Alex liked the man immediately and though he turned down Xavier's offer to join his school, Havok maintained a relationship with the man via correspondence for years even going so far as to spend a good portion of his summer breaks in Westchester under Charles' (and Scott's) tutelage. That training would be put to good use once Alex did join the X-Men years later upon the death of his brother. He holds a grudge against Magneto and Stryker, blaming both for the deaths of Jean, Scott and Xavier. Once again Alex found himself dealing with loss, once again the person he felt closest to gone (at least by his standards). He has since grown slightly darker in his perceptions, his new aggressiveness finding a home in an increasingly dangerous world.
Weaknesses:
Alex possesses the same mortal weaknesses possessed by all ordinary humans, meaning he can be stabbed, shot, or otherwise physically harmed. He has no great healing factor, though when powered up he does have some protection from sickness of diseases that cannot survive the intense heat his body generates. He has emotional scars that can be exploited because of the loss of first his mother and then Xavier. He isn't as close to his brother as he would like, not recognizing that the wall between them may well be his own competitive nature.
He longs for family. This longing for closeness too can be exploited, as can his boy scout ethics concerning loyalty to friends and those he cares for. His expressive eyes reveal what words won't as the deeply personal things he would never say flash across them on their journey to some hidden part of his soul. He lacks the guile to wear a poker face. In the instance that he loses or fails he will replay the events over and over until he finds a solution. This can interfere with what is going on in the present. Finally, his hot headed and impulsive nature could be seen as a weakness though he would deny it. While his ability to generate heat comes naturally, it is taxing for him to limit the output just as it requires more stamina and concentration to direct the plasma waves than to simply 'be' and let them flow outward naturally. If blocked from all sources of compatible energy Alex is literally no more than a superbly conditioned human.
Once depleted fully, Alex needs time to recover. The length of time he needs to do so is largely dependent on the sources available. Not to mention the strength of that source. A gamma ray coming from a machine like the one that created the Hulk would supply his needs whereas natural gamma rays coming in from the cosmos would take hours longer as the sole source of energy to bring him back to full capacity. It is possible to enclose him in an object, thereby blocking his ability to absorb energy.
Physical Description:
Having grown up near the water, Alex has always enjoyed spending his fair share of time outdoors and engaged in physical activity. This reveals itself in his muscular, tanned and toned physique. He wears his sun kissed hair relatively short and is usually clean shaved. His ocean blue eyes reveal more than he would like, namely the hopes and hurts of a man simply trying to do his best to fix an unrepairable world. Neither built like a Mack truck nor slim and streamlined like a long distance runner, Alex falls somewhere in between. A boy scout on steroids if you will. His face is handsome enough, a cross between pretty boyishness and manly determination as supported by his stubborn square jaw. He carries himself with a manner of confidence and self-esteem bred from successes both on and in the field.
He dresses in clothes that reflect his traditional upbringing and outlook. He shops in malls, choosing common denominator fashion to something that might make him stand out too much in a crowd. He enjoys color but usually opts for himself blue, white, khaki or black. He manages to look good despite the fact that he really doesn't care one way or the other. He spends a lot of time enjoying life and the experiences that brings versus worrying about appearances or labels. Down to earth options for a down to earth guy.
And yet it is in this normalcy that his special brand of charm resides. If you need a good, somewhat old-fashioned hero, Alex is your boy scout. This is not to say that he is by any means bland looking, but rather implies that his boyish good looks and easy going confidence have found a true home in this young man. He is in many ways a Robert Redford or Brad Pitt for the mutant masses, an exceptionally attractive man humbled by his own lack of pretense. He looks fabulous in a tuxedo as he wears that as comfortably as he does a pair of worn jeans and a favored t-shirt. He is conscious of societal mores and dresses based on the needs of what he will be doing, meaning he is neither one to dress down or be over-dressed in any given situation.
He enjoys riding his crotch rocket, an especially designed Dukati, and equally enjoys the leathers that accompany the long road trips he takes with his brother and others. His leathers are soft black from boot to neck, a small silver X symbol adorning the collar, belt buckle and boots. While on missions that require a team look and not some undercover or incognito disguise, Alex's uniform is a deep navy emblazoned with white circular device planted on his chest plate to measure his energy levels. He sometimes alternates between a full helmet, a partial cowl that covers his ears and forehead and a uniform that stops at a banded collar. The fabric of his uniform is resistant to the extreme heat he generates, also containing technology that resembles Kevlar. At times he may also don golden or silver gauntlets and boots that rise up to protect his shins and knees.
History:
Born to a loving family and an almost fairy tale upbringing in wide open Alaska, young Alex had everything a kid could want and knew it. A cool pilot dad and a stay at home Mom, an older brother who regaled him with tales of school and life outside the walls of the place he called home for the first five years of his life. But as in all fairy tales, the clouds must roll in and storms do chase the sun from the sky. At least for a time. When Alex was nearly five his mother grew ill. Katherine, as Alex's chief caregiver and personal and emotional connection, was obviously an very important part of the child's world.
The illness was discovered to be form of incurable cancer and Katherine was dead within a year. Two weeks before he was to begin kindergarten, Alex woke up and his mother was no longer there. He had grown used to waking himself, preparing breakfast, dressing himself but nothing prepared him for the strangers he found removing her body. His own father was unable to deal with his own loss, much less that of his sons. One sought peace inwardly even as the younger grew to overcome loss by excelling in all he attempted.
Alex was a prized athlete and student, the joy of his coaches and teachers . At nine, he first manifested his mutation while trying to protect his brother Scott from a car as it speed out of control through their otherwise quiet neighborhood, unfortunately the driver of the car died leaving Alex understandably distraught. This attracted the attentions of Charles Xavier and others, leading to an invitation to have Alex join Xavier's Institute. Alex refused, feeling he was needed at home as the only true connection between his estranged father and brother. It was decided by Christopher that Alex's powers be kept under wraps until he was older and more able to deal with them, at his urging Xavier installed a mental block keeping the mutation at bay. In addition, as he had done in the past Xavier worked his magic on those who had seen the show of power making all present, including Alex and Scott, believe that the car caught fire after running into a telephone pole.
The plan was to have Alex eventually attend school in Westchester and to remove the mental block then, however, Alex stubbornly chose to remain with his family. Alex grew to cook for the family, stumbling horribly at first but quickly overcoming all obstacles as he then became quite the young cook. Like his own persona, his food was simple, yet nourishing, keeping he and his brother alive and maintaining his father's health through his alcoholic stupor. His only escape was the time spent during the summers in Westchester, the only concession he would make. It was one he entered into gladly as he was very fond of Xavier, each growing to enjoy a father/son dynamic. In exchange, Xavier decided to lift the mental block and begin training Alex to learn control during his second year of high school. Time passed and Scott left for his own new life, Alex moved in with his Grandparents as his father attempted to regain his professional life in the sky.
High school was a refreshing change as he no longer had to cook and watch over his father. He continued to succeed both as a gifted athlete and keenly intelligent student with an interest in Geophysics. This interest followed him to University and lead to a degree in three intense yet productive years. On graduation day his life changed forever, suddenly possibilities he had never considered were open to him. He was abducted by the minions of the man who become the being known as the Living Monolith. Entombed in a glass coffin far before his time, Alex managed to create a plasma blast that destroyed the building and freed he and his brother from captivity. As it turned out, Alex was draining the same types of energy that the Monolith needed to gain full power and the Egyptian sought to eliminate him.
Freed from that horror, Alex escaped into the desert only to be confronted by a group of Sentinels sent by Bolivar Trask. He reacted defensively, destroying one of them with another plasma blast. Shocked by their presence and what he had done, he was taken to Nevada and given a suit to help contain his new powers. In truth, Trask merely meant to convince the boy to work for him and was using the suit to monitor his energy output. It was there that he met the professor's X-Men for the first time as they accompanied Scott to rescue him.
Not seeing another option, the barrier of his childhood now gone, Alex agreed finally to accompany Xavier back to Westchester. The secret of the X-Men finally discovered, Alex delved into this new life as he had everything else. He was a prime example to all, a living embodiment of the Dream. He would sometimes accompany Xavier as a right hand man, even giving the occasional speech at one conference or another. He spent the next two years learning how to control his powers and learning what he needed to know to succeed as an X-Man. He was in Scotland working with Moira McTaggert when Scott died. With this knowledge he returned to Westchester to attend his brother's funeral. He was too distraught to help Xavier or those at Alcatraz, the deaths that followed only sending him deeper into grief.
Now, he finds himself in a position of leadership at the School as he continues to rebuild not only his life but the lives of those who still hold to the Dream.
Sample:
The wind was really kicking up as it took hold of the sheer fabric dancing within its wild caress. The curtain hung above the head of the bed, the salt tinged air assaulting the man's nose as he took his first conscious breath of the day. Assault was not the correct term for the precious odor of sea, sand and sun in the young man's eyes. It was Saturday, he lived for what this day would bring. It was summer in Hawaii, time to cherish the great outdoors. And for the young man known to some as Havok, it was time for a much needed vacation.
There it was, the soft cool caress against his warm skin, a hand moving along his naked torso as he took another breath. He closed his eyes only to open them sometime later. One hand reached to rub his eyes, the other reaching out to the side feeling for a presence there. Nothing but cool sheets responded to his touch. She was gone, again. Unlike the harpies he couldn't get rid of, this one never lingered through the entire night, "Damn..."
He saw it then, the flame red strand of silk left behind. It was all the proof he needed to know that she was indeed real, this vixen who had captured his imagination. I wonder what her hurry is. It was almost as if she was ashamed of their time together or more to the point hiding it from someone. Alex was determined to ask her if she was married when he encountered her next. When that would happen he wasn't sure, their meetings seemed to happen at her convenience. He'd still managed to find her three times this week alone.
Havok yawned as he threw his legs over the side of the bed. The hand that had sought her presence now went about lazily scratching the crown of his head. The bed tousled golden locks didn't seemed impressed by by the haphazard attempt and remained suitably askew. Bare feet hit the wooden floor, the unseen but always present particles of sand met the undersides of his feet as he moved to the shower. He loved this part of the day. The entire bathroom had been tiled in polished lava rocks, the shower a collection of spray nozzles aimed to bring pleasure beyond just rudimentary cleanliness.
I'll have to install something like this back in Westchester when I get back.
Before the steam could completely dissipate, Summers was out the French doors across the low slung porch and out across the sand. His jeep soon parked in a familiar spot beneath a gently swaying palm as the driver stowed the keys inside his rolled towel and headed toward the surf. The board was large and powerful, having loyally carried its owner over and through wave after wave. Today would be no exception. Grinning from ear to ear, Summers shook the water out of his hair as he turned back into the crashing waves.
The forecast had been perfect. The bright yellow sun rising along the distant horizon proof that no rain would fall. Waves nearly as tall as the young man balancing expertly along the smooth fiberglass plank urged him onward even as he ducked within one of the more impressive displays of nature's power. The same fingers that had searched for her less than an hour before, now caressed the wave in much the same way they might have done her soft flesh. Waves and women, both were thrilling in their own ways, Alex promised himself then and there that he would always take the time for both.
Name: Alexander "Alex" Summers
Code Name: Havok
Age: 25
Affiliation: X-Men
Mutant Characteristics:
Mutation:
Havok's body quite literally contains the power of a small sun. The power manifests itself most commonly as white hot rings of plasma as he directs it with his hands, however he is not limited to using solely his hands as his entire body generates this intense heat. He absorbs cosmic energies constantly, such as starlight, x-rays and gamma radiation. He is also able to enter a fully engaged nuclear reactor unharmed. This energy is then stored within his body's cells to be metabolized. The energy is released and as it super heats the air around him it becomes visible as white hot plasma. These waves work successively as the heat they generate multiplies within the target, the larger the object the more energy required from Havok's body.
The plasma rings, once released, are not really of a concussive nature but rather they disintegrate the object they come into contact with by drastically altering it's internal temperature. When it comes to organic forms, more often than not his blasts will melt them or cause them to burst into spontaneous combustion. The nature of his mutation allows Havok to endure and even thrive in conditions that would prove deadly to anyone else. He could live inside a nuclear reactor if he wished, the energy only feeding his own massive needs. He is immune to his own brother's optic blasts and to some other energy attacks, namely those of a super-heated nature like his own.
His own internal body temperature runs at slightly higher than normal as a result of his mutation, allowing him to ward off low-level colds and viruses. Because of his mutation, Alex's body emits heat regularly in low doses unless otherwise checked, much in the same way Dazzler emits minor emission of light. This heat can seem like an aura under the right conditions, the aura amplified when he actively discharges his plasma waves. The plasma usually appears to come from his hands but he is capable of discharging or releasing the energy from any point on his body. Alex's potential is hindered by only his own stamina, morals and mental outlook.
For all intents and purposes he is a living battery constantly recharging as his body absorbs the rays that both give our planet life, destroy, and power our lives. Havok is able to seemingly create concussive blasts that can disintegrate or disrupt molecules in objects outside of his direct line of sight or path (bypassing a teammate for example) but doing so creates a huge drain on his stamina and is directly related to his ability to concentrate. While 'powered' up Alex is invulnerable to gunshots or other projectiles that are susceptible to heat or melting. In addition it can be difficult for another to attack him hand to hand when he is fully using his abilities because of the heat he puts out. His can carve out a huge chunk of a mountain with a blast from his fists but lacks the control to harness that same plasma into a pinpoint beam like a laser.
Manifestations: He looks pretty much like the average Joe and likes it that way.
Class: 4 Energy Wielder
The Character
Personality:
Alex is a man of little mystery. He wears his emotions outwardly in his expressions and on his sleeve. He is quick to smile but also very easy to anger, often choosing to let his reactions fly rather than sit back and consider all options. Someone less impulsive might call him reckless but it is this passionate attitude that has gotten him through many situations with relative ease (at least for him). He can be warm like the sun, radiating that same protective warmth and comfort to those he loves. It is in these moments of calm that Summers can seek forgiveness for his harsh, aggressive side. He is extremely competitive, often to the point of going a little too far in what for everyone else might just be a simple game.
His is a grand strategist, intelligent and capable albeit confident enough to take risks others might shy away from. He is highly educated for a man of his age, completing a degree in Geophysics by the age of twenty one and a Masters by twenty three. Robust and real, people have a tendency to either love this man's man or leave him. He is loyal to his friends and longs for a family of his own. He was perhaps as fond of Xavier as his brother Scott. He deals with the losses in his life by barreling onward, questions asked and answered later. With the death of his mother at an early age, Alex sought that same close relationship with both his brother and father. This quest left him largely unsatisfied, they were simply unable to fill the gap left in her absence. Being an emotional person he holds a certain amount of resentment for those who seem to have greater control over their own inner turmoils.
He buried himself into his studies and athletics until he was contacted by a Mr. Charles Xavier. Alex liked the man immediately and though he turned down Xavier's offer to join his school, Havok maintained a relationship with the man via correspondence for years even going so far as to spend a good portion of his summer breaks in Westchester under Charles' (and Scott's) tutelage. That training would be put to good use once Alex did join the X-Men years later upon the death of his brother. He holds a grudge against Magneto and Stryker, blaming both for the deaths of Jean, Scott and Xavier. Once again Alex found himself dealing with loss, once again the person he felt closest to gone (at least by his standards). He has since grown slightly darker in his perceptions, his new aggressiveness finding a home in an increasingly dangerous world.
Weaknesses:
Alex possesses the same mortal weaknesses possessed by all ordinary humans, meaning he can be stabbed, shot, or otherwise physically harmed. He has no great healing factor, though when powered up he does have some protection from sickness of diseases that cannot survive the intense heat his body generates. He has emotional scars that can be exploited because of the loss of first his mother and then Xavier. He isn't as close to his brother as he would like, not recognizing that the wall between them may well be his own competitive nature.
He longs for family. This longing for closeness too can be exploited, as can his boy scout ethics concerning loyalty to friends and those he cares for. His expressive eyes reveal what words won't as the deeply personal things he would never say flash across them on their journey to some hidden part of his soul. He lacks the guile to wear a poker face. In the instance that he loses or fails he will replay the events over and over until he finds a solution. This can interfere with what is going on in the present. Finally, his hot headed and impulsive nature could be seen as a weakness though he would deny it. While his ability to generate heat comes naturally, it is taxing for him to limit the output just as it requires more stamina and concentration to direct the plasma waves than to simply 'be' and let them flow outward naturally. If blocked from all sources of compatible energy Alex is literally no more than a superbly conditioned human.
Once depleted fully, Alex needs time to recover. The length of time he needs to do so is largely dependent on the sources available. Not to mention the strength of that source. A gamma ray coming from a machine like the one that created the Hulk would supply his needs whereas natural gamma rays coming in from the cosmos would take hours longer as the sole source of energy to bring him back to full capacity. It is possible to enclose him in an object, thereby blocking his ability to absorb energy.
Physical Description:
Having grown up near the water, Alex has always enjoyed spending his fair share of time outdoors and engaged in physical activity. This reveals itself in his muscular, tanned and toned physique. He wears his sun kissed hair relatively short and is usually clean shaved. His ocean blue eyes reveal more than he would like, namely the hopes and hurts of a man simply trying to do his best to fix an unrepairable world. Neither built like a Mack truck nor slim and streamlined like a long distance runner, Alex falls somewhere in between. A boy scout on steroids if you will. His face is handsome enough, a cross between pretty boyishness and manly determination as supported by his stubborn square jaw. He carries himself with a manner of confidence and self-esteem bred from successes both on and in the field.
He dresses in clothes that reflect his traditional upbringing and outlook. He shops in malls, choosing common denominator fashion to something that might make him stand out too much in a crowd. He enjoys color but usually opts for himself blue, white, khaki or black. He manages to look good despite the fact that he really doesn't care one way or the other. He spends a lot of time enjoying life and the experiences that brings versus worrying about appearances or labels. Down to earth options for a down to earth guy.
And yet it is in this normalcy that his special brand of charm resides. If you need a good, somewhat old-fashioned hero, Alex is your boy scout. This is not to say that he is by any means bland looking, but rather implies that his boyish good looks and easy going confidence have found a true home in this young man. He is in many ways a Robert Redford or Brad Pitt for the mutant masses, an exceptionally attractive man humbled by his own lack of pretense. He looks fabulous in a tuxedo as he wears that as comfortably as he does a pair of worn jeans and a favored t-shirt. He is conscious of societal mores and dresses based on the needs of what he will be doing, meaning he is neither one to dress down or be over-dressed in any given situation.
He enjoys riding his crotch rocket, an especially designed Dukati, and equally enjoys the leathers that accompany the long road trips he takes with his brother and others. His leathers are soft black from boot to neck, a small silver X symbol adorning the collar, belt buckle and boots. While on missions that require a team look and not some undercover or incognito disguise, Alex's uniform is a deep navy emblazoned with white circular device planted on his chest plate to measure his energy levels. He sometimes alternates between a full helmet, a partial cowl that covers his ears and forehead and a uniform that stops at a banded collar. The fabric of his uniform is resistant to the extreme heat he generates, also containing technology that resembles Kevlar. At times he may also don golden or silver gauntlets and boots that rise up to protect his shins and knees.
History:
Born to a loving family and an almost fairy tale upbringing in wide open Alaska, young Alex had everything a kid could want and knew it. A cool pilot dad and a stay at home Mom, an older brother who regaled him with tales of school and life outside the walls of the place he called home for the first five years of his life. But as in all fairy tales, the clouds must roll in and storms do chase the sun from the sky. At least for a time. When Alex was nearly five his mother grew ill. Katherine, as Alex's chief caregiver and personal and emotional connection, was obviously an very important part of the child's world.
The illness was discovered to be form of incurable cancer and Katherine was dead within a year. Two weeks before he was to begin kindergarten, Alex woke up and his mother was no longer there. He had grown used to waking himself, preparing breakfast, dressing himself but nothing prepared him for the strangers he found removing her body. His own father was unable to deal with his own loss, much less that of his sons. One sought peace inwardly even as the younger grew to overcome loss by excelling in all he attempted.
Alex was a prized athlete and student, the joy of his coaches and teachers . At nine, he first manifested his mutation while trying to protect his brother Scott from a car as it speed out of control through their otherwise quiet neighborhood, unfortunately the driver of the car died leaving Alex understandably distraught. This attracted the attentions of Charles Xavier and others, leading to an invitation to have Alex join Xavier's Institute. Alex refused, feeling he was needed at home as the only true connection between his estranged father and brother. It was decided by Christopher that Alex's powers be kept under wraps until he was older and more able to deal with them, at his urging Xavier installed a mental block keeping the mutation at bay. In addition, as he had done in the past Xavier worked his magic on those who had seen the show of power making all present, including Alex and Scott, believe that the car caught fire after running into a telephone pole.
The plan was to have Alex eventually attend school in Westchester and to remove the mental block then, however, Alex stubbornly chose to remain with his family. Alex grew to cook for the family, stumbling horribly at first but quickly overcoming all obstacles as he then became quite the young cook. Like his own persona, his food was simple, yet nourishing, keeping he and his brother alive and maintaining his father's health through his alcoholic stupor. His only escape was the time spent during the summers in Westchester, the only concession he would make. It was one he entered into gladly as he was very fond of Xavier, each growing to enjoy a father/son dynamic. In exchange, Xavier decided to lift the mental block and begin training Alex to learn control during his second year of high school. Time passed and Scott left for his own new life, Alex moved in with his Grandparents as his father attempted to regain his professional life in the sky.
High school was a refreshing change as he no longer had to cook and watch over his father. He continued to succeed both as a gifted athlete and keenly intelligent student with an interest in Geophysics. This interest followed him to University and lead to a degree in three intense yet productive years. On graduation day his life changed forever, suddenly possibilities he had never considered were open to him. He was abducted by the minions of the man who become the being known as the Living Monolith. Entombed in a glass coffin far before his time, Alex managed to create a plasma blast that destroyed the building and freed he and his brother from captivity. As it turned out, Alex was draining the same types of energy that the Monolith needed to gain full power and the Egyptian sought to eliminate him.
Freed from that horror, Alex escaped into the desert only to be confronted by a group of Sentinels sent by Bolivar Trask. He reacted defensively, destroying one of them with another plasma blast. Shocked by their presence and what he had done, he was taken to Nevada and given a suit to help contain his new powers. In truth, Trask merely meant to convince the boy to work for him and was using the suit to monitor his energy output. It was there that he met the professor's X-Men for the first time as they accompanied Scott to rescue him.
Not seeing another option, the barrier of his childhood now gone, Alex agreed finally to accompany Xavier back to Westchester. The secret of the X-Men finally discovered, Alex delved into this new life as he had everything else. He was a prime example to all, a living embodiment of the Dream. He would sometimes accompany Xavier as a right hand man, even giving the occasional speech at one conference or another. He spent the next two years learning how to control his powers and learning what he needed to know to succeed as an X-Man. He was in Scotland working with Moira McTaggert when Scott died. With this knowledge he returned to Westchester to attend his brother's funeral. He was too distraught to help Xavier or those at Alcatraz, the deaths that followed only sending him deeper into grief.
Now, he finds himself in a position of leadership at the School as he continues to rebuild not only his life but the lives of those who still hold to the Dream.
Sample:
The wind was really kicking up as it took hold of the sheer fabric dancing within its wild caress. The curtain hung above the head of the bed, the salt tinged air assaulting the man's nose as he took his first conscious breath of the day. Assault was not the correct term for the precious odor of sea, sand and sun in the young man's eyes. It was Saturday, he lived for what this day would bring. It was summer in Hawaii, time to cherish the great outdoors. And for the young man known to some as Havok, it was time for a much needed vacation.
There it was, the soft cool caress against his warm skin, a hand moving along his naked torso as he took another breath. He closed his eyes only to open them sometime later. One hand reached to rub his eyes, the other reaching out to the side feeling for a presence there. Nothing but cool sheets responded to his touch. She was gone, again. Unlike the harpies he couldn't get rid of, this one never lingered through the entire night, "Damn..."
He saw it then, the flame red strand of silk left behind. It was all the proof he needed to know that she was indeed real, this vixen who had captured his imagination. I wonder what her hurry is. It was almost as if she was ashamed of their time together or more to the point hiding it from someone. Alex was determined to ask her if she was married when he encountered her next. When that would happen he wasn't sure, their meetings seemed to happen at her convenience. He'd still managed to find her three times this week alone.
Havok yawned as he threw his legs over the side of the bed. The hand that had sought her presence now went about lazily scratching the crown of his head. The bed tousled golden locks didn't seemed impressed by by the haphazard attempt and remained suitably askew. Bare feet hit the wooden floor, the unseen but always present particles of sand met the undersides of his feet as he moved to the shower. He loved this part of the day. The entire bathroom had been tiled in polished lava rocks, the shower a collection of spray nozzles aimed to bring pleasure beyond just rudimentary cleanliness.
I'll have to install something like this back in Westchester when I get back.
Before the steam could completely dissipate, Summers was out the French doors across the low slung porch and out across the sand. His jeep soon parked in a familiar spot beneath a gently swaying palm as the driver stowed the keys inside his rolled towel and headed toward the surf. The board was large and powerful, having loyally carried its owner over and through wave after wave. Today would be no exception. Grinning from ear to ear, Summers shook the water out of his hair as he turned back into the crashing waves.
The forecast had been perfect. The bright yellow sun rising along the distant horizon proof that no rain would fall. Waves nearly as tall as the young man balancing expertly along the smooth fiberglass plank urged him onward even as he ducked within one of the more impressive displays of nature's power. The same fingers that had searched for her less than an hour before, now caressed the wave in much the same way they might have done her soft flesh. Waves and women, both were thrilling in their own ways, Alex promised himself then and there that he would always take the time for both.
