Wesley Fawkes ~ ArcanoOOC: Okay.. here be number three lol. And as ever, feel free to pick out anything. I *think* I remembered to include all but I can't be sure as I did do some of it at stupid hours. hehe I know histories are important, but I think this may be abit overwhelming *has shocked self with extensive length* If you *really* want it shortened I'll do a brief for you, though I am awful at compactness *considers allowing people to simple try and drudge through whole length with no help* Mwahhhh! hehe. *feels alittle cruel making poor poor people read through this... has already been moaned at by Jenn lol*
Oh, and before I forget, I love the new character sheet *ignores fact that it meant she had to rearrange most of her bio and add even more random stuff* Anyway... to the bio... **Still mid Editing!!**
Player Details:
Name: Rebecca email: rebel_katx@hotmail.com Other Form/s of Contact: MSN: As above ~ Normally online. Also contactable on this ezboard account, rebeccaj171984@aol.com and on AIM for that account. (NB: If I say I'm going home, I am more easily contactable over AOL as my home computer hates MSN. The opposite is true if I'm at Uni)[/i]
Character Details:
Name: Wesley Fawkes (Previously Wesley Hallem) Nickname/s: Wes Code Name / Alias: Arcano (Italian for Mystery) Occupation: Student, Government Agent in Training Team Affiliation: X-Men School: Current: Auburn High School. Future: Xaviers Legal Status: Special Registered ‘Mutant’ – no Criminal Record Race: Human Mutant Place of Birth: Auburn, Washington Marital Status: Single Gender: Male Age: 18 Years Birthday: 6th December 2005 Hair: Short, black and often gelled into spikes. Eyes: Two, a soft, gentle blue which turn to a dark silver when Quicksilver covers him, becoming only invisable when the flesh around them does. Height: 5'9'' Weight: 156lbs
Other Physical Details: On his right wrist he has a tattoo in the shape of a snake biting it’s tale in a circle (ouroboros). It is normally green, but may gradually turn red (see powers & history). And a bit about his voice (their you go Matt lol): There is a kind of cheeky charm to his voice most of the time, though it softens when he his either serious or talking to someone he really cares about ~ unless he is just having some fun. (darn it, how do you describe a voice?? lol)
Mother: Grace Hallem (Made-up, Non-Mutant, Lives in Auburn, Washington) Father: Darien Fawkes (Not Made Up or Marvel (From Series ‘The Invisible Man’ shown on the Sci-fi channel), Human ‘cyborg’ (medically enhanced). Wes *believes* He lives in San Diego but actually at Salem Center) Other Important Relatives or People in their lives: Family Important to Wes: None. Family Important to Bio: *See Darien Fawkes' Bio (No longer directly needed for this one ^^) Friends: Although Wes has other friends, due to the government (see history) he is not always around to see them. His most trusted friend is Hannah, who he sees as a younger sister, although he doesn’t see her as his best friend by any means. His best friend is Sam Turnmall, an 18 year old guy from his old high school, who he still keeps in contact with. Also, he has a slight 'thing' for Helen ~ the researcher in charge of Wes medically.
Personality: Like his father, Wes can be a little over confident at times. However, unlike his father, he doesn’t feel hatred towards his gift, seeing as he was born with it rather than inflicted with it. He does, however, hold a strong dislike for the government. As a rule, he is a caring kind of guy, though he rarely shows it. If he is in a group of mates, he will normally act the tough role, unwilling to admit his softer side unless caught alone. This tough guy role can seem a little selfish at times, and although he would never bully another out of maliciousness, he may well accidentally through ignorance or seemingly uncaring for the situation (i.e, depending on his group of friends, he might just stand back and watch silently rather than jump in and defend them, though it would silently anger him, though if he felt that his friends were unhappy with the situation, he would gladly step in). Hannah has a habit of being able to bring out his true self, seeing as he views her as a younger sister. Because of this, he can be over-protective of her, and he will try and protect her from anything he deems will harm her (like registering as a mutant). Although he can’t fully understand her position, he was at one point her only support, and he now feels that he can open up to her unlike with his friends. Wes can be, at times, a bit of a charmer, but he is naturally shyer than he lets on, more likely to flirt with girls he only likes rather than ones he fancies. Also, it should be noted that, although a flirt, Wes is unlikely to do much more than flirt with them, as he doesn’t see the point in dating people you don’t actually truly like. He can be confused about his own heritage at times, and although he wants to find his father, he also fears the reaction he might face. Despite upsetting his mother by changing his name, he still looks out for her, and will be visiting her often (which is an added bonus for Hannah as she will be able to go home with him).
Likes:
• Some Music
• Letter writing and getting letters
• His Mother
• Hannah
• Being looked up to
• His power
• Computers (especially his laptop)
• Millions! (the sweet)
Dislikes:
• The government
• The tactless
• Guns
• Taking counteragent
• His tattoo
• Orders given by those he doesn’t respect
• Needles
Powers and/or Skills:
Invisibility: Wes was born with an extra gland which is at the base of his skull. The gland it’s self contains a chemical known as Quicksilver (Not Mercury). Wes is able to release this substance from the gland, which then seeps from his pores, covering himself in the chemical, and anything he touches (such as clothes, other people etc). Quicksilver bends light in such away that it appears invisible to anything unless under ultraviolet light (or anything that can see in ultraviolet). If Wes allows the chemical to coat his eyes, Wes no longer sees in the normal colour spectrum but in the ultraviolet spectrum, which appears to him in black/white/grey scales. He is also able to see anyone else which may be present only in the ultraviolet spectrum, such as other ‘Invisible Men’ with the Quicksilver gland, i.e. his father. When he turns invisible, the quicksilver causes his body temperature to lower dramatically. Unlike his father though, he can not freeze any objects. But the chemical would cause the room temperature to drop slightly, and so giving rooms he is in a chill, not dissimilar to the ones people claim are caused by ghosts. The catalyst which shuts off the gland is vital to stop him going into Quicksilver Madness (see below).
In order to stay invisible, Wes must keep the gland pumping Quicksilver through his pores, as when it stops and dries, it then cracks and shatters, turning him visible again as small slivers of Quicksilver fall to the ground. If he is turning something else invisible then it will only work for three minutes unless he is touching it constantly, enabling him to replace the drying Quicksilver. At the moment, he can only stay invisible for one hour if holding an object, 1 and a half if he isn’t. The Quicksilver only dries (except for these time limits) when it is not being restored by further Quicksilver release. ‘Objects’ don’t include anything he is wearing close to himself – i.e. clothes, his gun holster. These are coated as if they were skin. This is due to the fact that, despite his training, his body is still not completely adapted and the counteragent can be alittle slow. However, times may improve in the future.
The release of the Quicksilver is controlled primarily by the flow of adrenaline through his body. This means at times of high emotional stress (of any kind – happiness/fear/anger etc), he is more likely to accidentally turn himself, or parts of himself, invisible.
Due to his training underneath the government, Wes has learnt to control his power to a certain degree. He is capable of turning individual parts of his body, or just objects by touching them, invisible, by controlling which pores open to ‘leak’ the Quicksilver, and by controlling the ‘shut off’ of the gland.
Quicksilver it’s self is a poison to the host’s body normally. However, as Wes was born with the gland, his body is capable of producing the antidote, known only as the ‘Counteragent’. However, if Wes overuses his powers, or becomes ill and becomes briefly incapable of turning off the gland, he will suffer from a disease known as ‘Quicksilver Madness’. The indication of the amount of Quicksilver in the gland can be seen on his tattoo (done by the government), where the normally green ouroboros would slowly turn red, starting at the tail and working it’s way to the head. If the head of the snake was to turn completely red, he would enter stage 5 of Quicksilver Madness. At stage one, he begins to become slightly paranoid, and his eyes will remain constantly red. At stage two, the result of having been seeing through the ultraviolet spectrum for so long will cause him to see a ‘shadow’ of himself, causing further paranoia and increasing his temper and strength. At stage 3, he will continue to grow more paranoid and his strength will increase as he becomes more violent. At stage four, he will become unwilling to stop being invisible, and more likely to strike out for no reason. At stage 5, his eyes will turn silver, and he will become uncontrollably (by himself that is) violent to anyone. Once he is at this stage, he will fall into a coma within a matter of hours, the likeality of curing him is extremely low and he will die within 2 days. It is unlikely he will reach this stage due to his body’s own production of the counteragent, but anything is possible.
Other than turning himself and other objects invisible, Wes has no room to expand his ability, other than perhaps managing to turn another person invisible whilst in contact with them. However, he has so far been unwilling to try this, worried about the effects it would have on them.
Because of the inheritance of his gift, it is difficult to say how much of his power, and which controlling factors, are down to the x-gene. It is generally assumed, by the government, that his mutant gene only offers the counteragent, which prevents him from entering the madness. However, in truth, the same gene which occurs in humans was altered in Darien Fawkes after he had the gland surgically emplaced. The x-gene it’s self is responsible for the release of the Quicksilver as well as the production of the counteragent, the initial growth of the gland and also the amount of time the Quicksilver remains viable once outside his body. It is NOT responsible for turning off the gland’s production of Quicksilver. The gene was inherited separately from Darien, a gene the father possessed before the operation.
Also, it should be noted that, if at any time the gland is removed from Wes, he will die, as his body has become dependant on the Quicksilver, much as his father had.
Ability/ies:
N/A (all covered under powers ~ Didn't have the heart to dredge through and separate them lol)
Skill/s:
Wes had been trained in computer hacking, and this is his one advanced skill, as it is the one he actually enjoys. He has also recieved training in hand to hand combat, gun usage and various other spy based areas. However, he isn't overly efficent in any of these areas as of yet.
History:
>>Points at Angie’s history for *Darien* in Characters Not Often Used<< Taken out Darien’s history to decrease length a little lol
Darien met Grace whilst doing a mission for the Agency, looking into suspected kidnappings performed by their enemy organisation, Chrysalis. Grace Hallem was, at the time, a volunteer police officer involved in the case, and soon their professional relationship became a lot more personal. Grace, who was attracted to the charming and mysterious character who was so outspoken, never discovered exactly who Darien was, just assuming he was one of the governments people who had taken an interest from his department (the Agency was under the guise of Farmings and Fisheries) due to the affect the kidnappings could have in the local production rates and sales prices. In the end, Darien called the short term relationship to an end as he finished the case and left Washington to return to San Diego. He had never had intended to have a long term relationship with the woman. She was sweet, and a good person, but he didn’t really care. There were more dangerous women in his life.
It was two months after Darien left her that Grace discovered she was pregnant. Despite her best efforts, she could find no contact number for the mysterious Darien Fawkes, or even for the government section she had thought he was in.
And so Wes was born to a single mum in Auburn of Washington DC, who quit her volunteer work and started part time employment with a temp agency in order to support her son. Darien grew up with a fairly normal life, often left to either run around the house himself or to look after Hannah. For his freedom, he learnt to look after himself pretty well, but he lost some of his childhood, his mother unable to afford to take him out on holidays, or to buy the presents he wanted for Christmas and birthdays. He rarely went out at all, left with the TV and the games console, an old N64, a friend had handed him down as a present one year.
Even so, his confidence grew as he did, masking over a shyer persona that he only allowed Hannah to see. Even his girl friends never saw the true him. The mask showed a confident, almost arrogant boy who, even at 12 years of age, was known for his charming personality.
It was as he approached his 13th birthday that something happened. He had finally managed to get a date with the only girl in his year that he actually came close to fancying. She was a shy thing, and part of him had leapt at the challenge of trying to date the little misfit. However, when he managed it, the success was so much sweeter. So what if it was a daytime trip to the cinema? This still placed him a further date ahead of his mates. Perhaps it had been the heightened feeling of success, or the fact that he actually did fancy this girl over the others. But as, during the film, he went to kiss her, she suddenly screamed as she noticed that, in the darkness, her date’s eyes had turned silver, and his face became partially invisible. Startled by her scream, and worried about the fact he was suddenly seeing in black and white, he fled from the cinema, becoming full invisible as he did.
By the time he reached home, the Quicksilver had dried and fallen from him, the soft noise only he heard as it shattered from his ears catching his attention. He slowed, reaching his front door as a walk as he stared down at his hands. What was this? Suddenly, a new interest emerged in him. He had always known about mutants, known it could be inherited…
Despite his fears, Wes started quizzing his mother about his father, but all he could get from her was his name. Darien Fawkes. At this time, it should be noted that Wes was currently Wesley Hallem. All he did for days was to try and find out anything about this Darien Fawkes character. What he did find was limited. Hacking through the internet, he managed to dig out Darien’s criminal records from San Diego. But that was where the trail started to run cold. Despite his desperate searches through various government site, hacking into the more lightly controlled computer systems, he found only one thing. Darien Fawkes had been released on a special parole. Whatever that meant.
It was times like these that Wes was glad for his strong interest in computers. Okay, so the boy would never be a wiz at them, and his hacking skills where highly limited, but over the years, it had been the computers which had been his saving grace when he had gotten himself grounded. Grace didn’t see how letting him use the computer really interfered with his punishment, her knowledge of the internet lacking to say the least. And so, Wes had grown up teaching himself the joys of the internet. But unlike most children, he didn’t stick to chatting to friends or playing games, but his curiosity had led him to a number of password protected sites, and he soon discovered he had a knack of working out passwords, and more than once he managed to mess up the website of his local businesses. The fact that he had managed to get as deep as he had into government protected files had astounded Wes. He hadn’t expected the passwords and so forth to be so obvious. And that latest programme he had downloaded helped a lot too.
It is said that there is a government conspiracy that surrounds the net, how it allows the government to see just what everyone is doing. And perhaps what happened to Wes only adds to the story. Three days after Wes managed to access those files, two rather too smartly dressed officials appeared at his house before he came home from school. Fortunately for Wes, the girl had not really remembered what had freaked her out at the cinema, just that Wes had been about to kiss her, and so the rumour which spread round the school put the girl at fault rather than himself. But when he reached home, a whole different conclusion met him. As Wes started to head upstairs to continue his internet search, there came a call from the front room. ”Wes, can you come in here a moment…” Wes froze before hesitantly entering the front room. His mother’s voice had been filled with a strange, upset fear, and this was echoed in his eyes as he looked up at her. ”Wes. These men want to talk you about Dar.. about your Father…” She hesitated, unsure whether to leave her young son with these men, these people who had just told her that her son was the offspring of a government experiment. How could Darien have never told her what he was? And to think, she had been planning Wes' 13th party for the last few weeks, a surprise for him. Wes took his mother’s hand briefly, seeing her fear as the young boy reached a sudden conclusion. Wes had never been mature for his age, but the fear in his mother’s eyes had suddenly forced him to grow up in that split second, to take control. ”It’s okay Mum. Why don’t you go and have some coffee?” Grace nodded slightly, fighting back the tears in her eyes before heading to the kitchen.
”Now young man..” Wes gulped slightly before sitting down on the sofa as indicated. As far as he was concerned, he was about to get a lot more than grounded for breaking into the government files. But that didn’t seem to bother the men. Slowly, letting the twelve year old absorb his words, one of the men explained that they did know he had been hacking into their system, and had been looking for a certain Darien Fawkes. Having spoken to his mother, they had understood why he would do this, but what they wanted to talk about was more than that. They slowly explained about the thief, his father, stuff Wes had already managed to find out. How Darien got mixed up with crime and got imprisoned, confirming all the boy had found out already. But what they said next caused Wes’ eyebrows to rise. His father had agreed to be part of a government experiment run by his older brother, to have an artificial implant. They explained how this was all secret files, and that Wes and his mother had only been told because of Wes’ new interest. They told Wes how this special implant, a gland, enabled his father to become invisible, and how it had become an essential part of Darien, how his body had grown reliant on it…
”I can turn invisible..” Wes blurted out without thinking. His hand shot to his mouth as he spoke, his mother just re-entering the room had heard his words, and this time she couldn’t stop the tears flowing down her cheeks. Grace didn’t say a word, just stared at her son. Wes watched his mother turn away with a sob. As he went to follow her, a large hand gripped his shoulder. ”Sorry son, but your going to have to come with us..” Wes growled slightly as he turned to try and escape the man. ”I am not your son!” He tried to pull away, to follow his mother, but the agent grabbed his wrist, pulling him outside towards the car.
”Mum!” Wes called out, terrified now. Turning, Grace shook her head, tears flowing freely as she mouthed to him, ’I’m Sorry… I love you’ Grace knew she had no power, she couldn’t stop them, despite the fact her heart broke as they dragged her only son into the black, darkened windowed van. Suddenly, as the close the door, she realised that she couldn’t let them take him. She ran to the gate with a scream to her son, too late as they drove off. Wes scrambled to the window, staring out of it with a sob as he watched her disappear as they drove off.
Wes sat solemnly as they drove for over an hour. The driver was not one of the two agents who had picked him, but like the two he remained silent, leaving Wes to sulk, no answers to his hate-filled questions, the agents not even looking at their new ‘recruit’. They knew that, even if he turned invisible, they would find him, a small ultraviolet based light part of each agent’s weapon kit. They had dealt with Quicksilver before, and knew its boundaries.
Wes jerked forward slightly as the car came to a sudden halt, one of the agents grasping his forearm painfully, pulling him from the car. “Cumon now..” His grip lightened as he lead Wes towards a large, sky-scraper like building. Wes’ eyes turned upwards, trying to work out if he had seen the building before, before entering it.
Inside the building, he was taken to see a higher ranking agent on the 11th floor. However, rather than explaining anything to Wes, the agent simply spoke to the two ‘babysitters’, before they once more whisked him away. This time it was to a lab just down the corridor. Inside was a young woman of about 27, her long blond hair captivating the young Wes, naturally picking up on her beauty, too young though to really know how to charm her, falling into silence instead. The woman smiled apologetically as Wes was forced into the medical chair..
They performed a number of tests on the poor boy that day, from blood tests to cat scans, everything confirming their wildest dreams. Somehow, the previous experiments into creating the invisible man had become genetic. And not only that, but this child could produce the counteragent which his father so desperately relied upon. Well, if the father refuses to work for them, perhaps the son could be forced to.
Grace’s pleas for the return of her son went unheard for two years. Their only communication was through the few letters he was allowed to receive, and the numerous ones he sent out. He wrote not only to his mother, but to Hannah as well, the young girl he took as his sister. Whereas the letters he received from his mother depressed him, often tear stained and filled with promises and hopes, Hannah’s made him smile as she tried to describe the new ‘cute’ guy at school, or the latest craze which had hit their neighbourhood. Perhaps due to the government separating him from them, he became sentimental over the letters, keeping each one safe, hoping more would filter through the strict surveillance system, each letter in and out checked for anything which may be classified or cause a risk.
Wes was put through intense training during the two years. His only relief was his regular tests with Helen, the woman from the lab. Within the training centre, a harsh building he had been swiftly moved to, Helen was the closest thing he had to a friend. Tested regularly for any increase of Quicksilver in his blood, the pair had gotten to know each other, and the pre-teen Wes grew into a more charming 14 year old as he subconsciously learnt from her. He couldn’t even place her to blame for the tattoo which she had done on his right wrist on his second day there.
The ouroboros was a dark green, and he had shouted in protest as he was literally tied to a chair in order for them to create the little art piece. Not only a tattoo though, it helped to indicate the amount of Quicksilver in his system, in an attempt to prevent him getting the Quicksilver madness his father was prone to getting. After applying the tattoo, Wes had been forced to turn invisible for a number of hours, using drugs which stimulated the gland, in order to test the effectiveness of the tattoo. By the end of it, the exhausted and dizzying Wes was glad for the session to be over, even though the tattoo had only turned red about a quarter of the way. Although his body automatically produced the counteragent, neutralising the Quicksilver, the effort and coldness had made him so exhausted the agents were forced to postpone further tests for a week and a half.
Wes’ training consisted of a number of areas, from controlling his powers to learning to use various fire arms, to learning how to better hack into computers. As far as his powers were concerned, he was daily put through a regime which encouraged him not only turn himself fully invisible, but also only parts of himself, and later objects he was touching. At first, as Wes was unwilling to co-operate, the officials put him under various emotional stresses, normally coming down to fear. Fortunately, for them, they had a lot of knowledge over what affected the power gained from similar tests done on Darien.
Despite the length of time spent with the government, because of the wide variety of things there were determined to teach him, his skills never became polished in any particular area. He was taught pretty thoroughly how to use certain hand guns, and even at the age of 14 had earned himself a special guns license, allowing him to carry around a semi-automatic double action pistol. Wes himself highly protested the fact that the agents insisted that he carried it on him at all times. They never gave him a reason, only insisting that he must. In the end Wes was forced to grudgingly agree, and now wears it most of the time in a holster hidden beneath the denim jacket he always wears. However, he never wore it to his old school, and will refuse to wear it within the institute.
This gun was the first thing Wes was taught to make invisible, and even he could see the sense in that. If he were to infiltrate anywhere, he may be forced to carry out certain… duties, which would require the use of his gun. And so he learnt slowly how to increase the flow of Quicksilver from the pores in his hands, allowing him to ‘push’ the excess over the gun, covering it. It hadn’t been as difficult as Wes had expected, and as he learnt, he quickly learnt also that he could coat any object he touched.
As previously mentioned, his lessons consisted of much more than this. He was taught how to pick simple locks, and much more about computers than he could ever dream of. They hoped to use the disappearing mutant to survey and gather data from organizations which would either attempt to overthrow the government or on in some other way as the enemies of the state. And so, the young mutant was taught how to hack in to various computer systems, how to by pass a number of different security systems. Although part of Wes felt that he perhaps shouldn’t do this, his love of computers pushed him on, especially when they presented him with a laptop of incredible quality. Wes marveled at the machine, loaded with so much extra memory that he couldn’t even think how he would manage to fill it, till they put on a dozen or so simple quality hacking programs. One of the few areas he loved, and suddenly he had everything he had dreamed for it and more. The mobile internet capabilities, the hacking programs. For him this was one of the few good things he gained from the government’s interference.
Stealth, secrecy, how to obey orders… Although Wes was never but a strict military routine, he was put through a number of training exercises. And this built up his hatred even more for the government and the FBI. As well as that, Wes developed a hatred for taking orders, creating a rebellious streak in him, only willingly taking the orders from those he respected. However, due to the nature of the training sessions, and threats the government made towards him and his family, and the promises of finding out more about Darien, spurned him into obeying their orders. Due to his rebellious streak though, the government refused to teach the youth to drive, even his later training. That would come later, when they felt he could be trusted not to suddenly drive off with some top secret vehicle. Not that Wes was allowed near things of a highly classified nature as of yet, but they were hoping that the intelligent mutant would be capable of such tasks in the futre.
Meanwhile, Grace had continued her silent campaign to ‘free’ her son. But her cries fell on deaf ears. The government managed to keep things quiet, spreading the word that her out cries were unfounded, even having the nerve to force Wes to talk to reporters briefly, saying that he had agreed to undergo special training underneath the FBI after he had accidentally stumbled across one of their cases and fallen deeper in than any ‘civilian’ should. However, his name was kept hidden from the public, as was his photo. Desperate times called for desperate measures, and they needed to keep the mother quiet. So, this mysterious son had spoken to the newspapers, and a special edition was delivered to Grace before they went on sale, with a note saying how she was jeopardising her son’s life. And so, fearfully, Grace stepped down her fight, and that edition never made it to the press…
Finally, a few days after his 14th birthday, Wes was finally allowed to return home, to be greeted with a tearful reunion by his mother, and a late birthday party a few days later organised by Hannah. Home just in time for Christmas, Grace made sure to make it a special celebration, having herself, the Orricos and a few of Wes’ friends round, and together they spent one of the best Christmases they had ever had together. Grace (and Hannah, who also knows of Wes and the government) assumed that, having let him out of their clutches, they would leave poor Wes alone. Silently, Wes hoped that they were right.
It didn’t take much for Wes to re-integrate with the school, catching up with his best mate Sam, the two years had placed a divide between them, but it soon became clear that both boys had missed the other. Oddly, out of all the strangeness Wes had experienced, one of the oddest things about him (in comparison to other mutants) happened during these months of peace. Wes was pretty sure it was Sam’s idea. At now 15 years of age, the boys both wanted to attempt something a little more stupid than normal, both deciding it would be a brilliant idea to try skateboarding through the school grounds, and through the building itself. On the surface it looks like a simple, harmless thing, till you added in a few facts. Firstly, the pair decided it would be fun to do this when the school was closed, thus breaking into the building, or staying late. Secondly, as neither actually knew how to skateboard, they had decided to try using motorised skateboards, which they somehow managed to convince their mothers to buy, the new ‘toys’ which had come out for Christmas that year. And finally, both decided they would need a rush in order to actually have the nerve to pull this off. So, having heard from his mother that they were full of sugar, Sam had gone out and brought 10 large packets of millions, uncaring for the flavour, handing half of them to his mate.
It is odd what can happen when a teenager consumes so much sugar. The boys had been at risk in their plans, the possibility of them getting caught or killing themselves never really crossing their mind. Instead, the sudden consumption of the sweet pieces of candy was what actually stopped them. The pair managed to get such a sugar rush from the sweets that they spent the entire time they had intended on breaking in to the school chasing each other round the local park of their skateboards. Maybe not the safest of pass times, but at least it was legal! Ever since, the vanishing mutant has been addicted to the sweets, searching for that hilarious buzz again. Well, as Grace thought, at least it wasn’t drugs!
Over the next two years of his life, we was regularly picked up by the government, taken for weekend and monthly exercises, further training and even a few missions. He hated it with a vengeance, breaking into low priority areas, stealing information from them, reporting back. He felt lucky though, he had never had to face anyone in battle. Not that he wasn’t equipped for it in some ways. Not only had he gained the license for his gun, but now for each short training session, he was slowly taught hand-to-hand combat, nothing as fancy as martial arts, but enough to make him a half decent fighter. And, if invisible at the time, he discovered that he could deliver a painful punch, the coldness of the Quicksilver increasing the sting.
But nothing could make him like the officials who put him through this, his one saving grace being Helen, the continuing training and missions meant that he was often sent for tests to her, and she was the only one he would allow near him with a needle, his fear of them based on the early tests done on him.
Admittedly, he did get paid for the missions, and a handsome sum it was. Grace hated putting her son in danger like this, but she had been beaten down severely by the government, and at the age of 16, Wes had become the main provider, despite his mother’s pain. Wes still loved his mother, and made sure that most of his pay went to her. After all, she was the one who paid for his clothes and food. The money he kept he either saved, on spent on new computer games and DVD’s.
It seemed odd to Wes though, that at around the time he turned 16, the government stepped up his training, making his life harder as they sent him on more and more difficult missions, doing further tests, more extreme than ever. Their training seemed harsher, and the told him less than ever about his father. Wes could have no idea that the governement had gone into a state of panic. They had been training the son to work alongside the father, or within the FBI like Darien had refused. But now they had to train him to replace the father. But then, to them, Wes was more that the next best deal. He was a better deal. Although they would still want the original, this 'copy' was more effective, though there was a greater danger he might 'vanish' on them. After all, Wes didn't need to have the counter agent injections that his father relied on. And so they pushed him harder, raised his pay a little but kept him further away from anything which may be used against them, top priority cases were passed on to other areas, and Wes was refused the opportunity to learn to drive. If the kid could drive, how could they ever stop him?
It was at the age of 17 that Hannah came and told him of her mutation. What really worried him, other than the fact she had asked him if he loved her, was that he would be a danger to her. The government, of course, knew about the letters between them, and he feared that they might discover her talent and use her as a tool, just as they did he. Although he encouraged her to tell her parents, he warned her against telling any who might report her. The last thing the 14 year old needed was to be shipped off to some government lab like he had been.
Wes was at a training camp for six weeks when the news reached him that Hannah had gone to a boarding school. This puzzled him, and finding no mention of where and what this place was in her letters worried him more. Surely the government hadn’t found out about her already? Surely they wouldn’t have taken her? The fear made his heart run cold, vowing to find and protect her.
His questions, though, were answered when he arrived home, greeted by a letter which had arrived long before Hannah knew he was due back. And so, curious, he read it slowly. A grin spread across his face. So she had taken his advice and found a place which might be able to help her grow in the mutation. At least, he believed, she was safe.
In comparison to his earlier years, the time Hannah was away was relatively normal. Training, missions. Things he had done for over three years now. Hannah, like many of the students, came home for Christmas. But a surprise awaited her when she met Wes, his news about his plans shocking the truth mutant, but part of her was happy as well, seeing the gleam of joy in her friends eyes.
It had taken a lot of comforting his mother to convince her that the idea was not as bad as it sounded. Wes had saved a good deal from his earnings as an agent, and in his hands he held the first of a list of legal papers required to change his name. ”It’s a valid reason mother. It’s not that I don’t love you, but I want a connection to my father, even if I don’t know him”. By the time of his 18th birthday, he had managed to convince his mother that he did still love her. So, whilst his mother showered him with presents, and Hannah phoned his mobile about twenty times to wish him a happy birthday, Wes somehow found the time to send the first forms, along with a cheque for $459 to a website which would then process his details for him.
And so, within four months, Wes Hallem became Wes Fawkes. He was lucky, seeing that in most states it is an acceptable reason to change your name to your father’s surname if born out of wedlock. A new pride rose in Wes, satisfied with his new name. Wesley Fawkes... had a bit of a ring to it...
The routine the government kept Wes in hardly changed, somehow managing to keep up with school work whilst dealing with the various small missions he was sent on. The FBI and the government were still wary over using him for main missions, aware that Wes had a strong dislike for the organisations, and they were more willing to use the strong tempered Darien instead of their new discovery. And despite it all, Wes still found out nothing more about his father, each question he raised met with a comment that confused him further, till he was convinced he would never find the beta invisible man.
Wes wasn’t surprised this time when he arrived home from a training mission only to discover that another letter from Wes adorned his mother’s dining room table. Grace poked her head around the door with a teasing smirk. “Hannah’s written again…” Although still uncomfortable with the fact her son had changed his name, she couldn’t help but tease the young man about the close relationship between the two.
Wes shot her a mock angered glare, before turning his attention to the letter.
"Hey Wes!
How are things? I hope their at least considering leaving you alone now. I know they can be a right pain, but your strong, really. I know you’ll see it through. The school here is pretty good. I told you I was becoming a boarding student didn’t I? Well, I am now sitting in my new room. It is huge! And I thought Aunt Phillipa’s place was big.
I get the feeling I’m one of the youngest students here, which does feel a bit odd still. Even so, the people seem nice enough as a rule. And most seem sociable. I might even find the nerve to talk to them!
The food is pretty average, but isn’t everything in this world? It’s better than Jessica’s poor attempts at cooking anyway!
Do you get time off at all? I was wondering if you might like to visit? It’s a lovely place, and the grounds are absolutely beautiful. And I think it would do you the world of good to meet some new people for a change, take a break from the hassles of you life.
Anyway, I better finish unpacking.
All my Love,
Hannah
xx"
Wes smiled slightly as he read it, that bubbly child he knew still present in her words, if not in person. Did she really mean what she said though? He could see what the young truth-sayer meant. Maybe, if he attended this school, he would be able to escape the government for awhile. Feed them a few lines, leave his official mobile here. He nodded slowly to himself, before sighing and going to discuss things with Grace.
It had been amazingly easy to convince Grace that he should go and see Hannah. Despite her teasing, the woman knew that their friendship meant the world to Wes, and she hoped it would cheer him up to see her again. And the government were just as simple, though he fooled them rather than telling the truth. Feeding them a line already rehearsed with his mother about him going to see his relatives in England for a few months. What he didn’t tell them was that he had not intention of taking the mobile they had given him, and had bugged, with him. Though the laptop he would, knowing he had already removed the bugs attached to it. It can be odd, how people who want to chain you down will let you fly free for awhile. Maybe they thought that if they let the boy go, he would be happier to return to the job they had planned for the young mutant.
It was only about a week and a half after Hannah had posted her letter to him that Wes hugged his mother before climbing aboard the coach, laptop safely at his side. It felt odd, admittedly, that he was now leaving her out of choice. He had promised to visit regularly, though he had not planned on staying away for more than a couple of months.
The coach travelled from Washington straight into New York, from where he then took a connecting coach to Salem centre. A day of travelling had tired him out, and as he finally found a taxi, he dumped his single case into the boot of the car, forever keeping his laptop by his side as he slipped into the back seat. Within him was a mild feeling of release. He knew that the government wouldn’t come looking for him, and he needed this break. Uncertain of where he was actually going to stay, he hoped he could crash on Hannah’s floor or something, before finding a hotel nearby where he could stay for the two months he was planning on visiting. He had no intention of staying at the school simply needing the break to relax. With the length of the journey in mind, he leant back , eyes fixed upon the cab’s ceiling, glad that this driver had no intention of making small talk. Meanwhile, a head of them, the institute slowly appeared, seeming to grow bigger as the taxi drove towards the school for ‘gifted’ youngsters…
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The taxi drove slowly through the grounds, the taxi driver’s eyes turning to the mirror, watching the young man who appeared to be half asleep in the back seat. The man coughed, bringing the dark hair youth’s attention back to reality, his soft eyes turning to the school. Hannah was right, the place was massive. As Wes turned his eyes to scan over the outer grounds. The truth mutant had told him bits and pieces about the place, and he had to admit, it was a beautiful setting. A strange sense of peace flooded over him briefly as he looked over the relative calm of the evening scene. He had never really had the chance to actually take some time to enjoy a scene like this, though his tranquil thoughts were swiftly interrupted by another cough by the taxi driver. ”We’re here..” He said a bit needlessly, his voice gruff as he opened the door and dumped Wes’ case on the drive way a little harshly. Wes yawned as he got out, stretching as the taxi driver stared at the young man. ”You owe me $7.50 for that..” Wes nodded slightly, one hand pulling a leather wallet from the denim jacket he wore constantly, handing the taxi driver his fee, in answer to which the driver quickly sped off.
Wes watched the cab, his nose crinkling in disgust. Rude! Oh well. Placing his wallet back in his jacket, his fingers brushed across the letter he still had from Hannah. He hadn’t phoned her, or written, to tell her he was coming, hoping to keep as a surprise for his young friend. Part of him now wondered if perhaps that would have been a good idea. Pulling the letter from his pocket, his eyes gazed down the piece of paper, the words blurring slightly as the evening light offered little to read by. He sighed again with a slight smile. He had missed Hannah, and couldn’t help but feel that their relationship was a bit weird. Hannah fancied him, he knew that now, but he saw her as a younger sister. They had grown up together, so perhaps it wasn’t as weird as he thought, and at least she wasn’t clingy. But his mate Sam still pointed out that it didn’t seem quite ‘normal’. But then, what could be considered normal in the lives of mutants?
Hitching the shoulder strap for his laptop case over his shoulder, pinning the light piece of computer equipment to his side protectively, he felt his beloved piece of equipment brush against his most hated. Shifting the laptop very slightly, stopping it from digging the government issued gun into his side. Sighing slightly, he glanced at the school. Either he would leave it at the hotel, when he found one, or he would see about hiding it in Hannah’s room somewhere, hopefully somewhere where his young friend wouldn’t run across it.
With his free hand, he lifted the relatively light suitcase. It only contained a few changes of clothes and an extra pair of shoes, determined to find a laundrette or something to keep him going for the two months he planned to stay here. As he started to walk towards the front entrance, he groan in annoyance as he suddenly felt his trouser pocket vibrate, forcing him to put down the suitcase in order to answer his ‘personal’ mobile, the one he had never informed the government about as he was meant to. Wes had kept the phone on silent for his coach journeys, forgetting this in the cab, and glad that he at least remembered to keep the vibrate alert on.
”Hey..” Before the vanishing mutant could complete his sentence, he was suddenly put under a barrage of questions by his mother. Wes sighed quietly, picking up his suitcase, mobile nestled against he shoulder as he worked his way to the door, determined to get out of the cool March winds. ”Mum.. I … yes Mum… Mum just..” Sighing again, he paused to readjust the phone. How on earth was he meant to get through the doors if Grace kept chatting. ”Mum… give me a… No, it’s not.. of course I wanted to speak to you.. The journey was fine Mum. Yes… Okay then, but can you just let me get inside the door?” Wes sighed again, smiling in relief as his mother paused, allowing him to sort himself out a bit before entering the institute. He placed his bag down with a sigh. ”Mum, can I phone you back? I need to find Hannah…. No, you know I wanted… Well, I realise that but… a-huh… yeah… okay then. Give me a couple of hours though, okay?... a-huh… oh, all right then… well, I can phone tomorrow instead… okay then… bye… love you too… bye!
Hanging up in relief, he sighed slightly, shaking his head. Sometimes Grace worried a bit too much about him. Placing the phone back into his pocket, he looked around the vast front hall, turning round slightly, expecting to see some sort of reception desk. Eye brows rose slightly as he suddenly realised that there was no sign of somewhere to go for help. Brilliant. How on earth was he meant to find Hannah now? He had been hoping he could ask at some sort of reception area, find out which was her room and the such. But now he sat down on top of his case with a frown. Well, he couldn’t phone her, Hannah didn’t have the common luxury of mobile phone on her. With another sigh, his eyes wandered across the hall. Oh well, he decided, he would just have to sit here until someone who could help came along.
"Things change. It's a fact of life. Things are born, things die. That doesn't give you an excuse to complain"
*Screams and points* Oh my god, I play the Invisible Man XD
Erm. As this involves heavily with a character I play (well.. unintentionally) Rebecca and I are working together on the bio and character. So please reframe from stamping until the bio has been altered a little to incorperate the additional information. Thank you!
. . : : Maybe I'm tired of trying so hard for every single thing I do : : . .
Re: Wesley Fawkes ~ Arcano Well, I'm not planning to play him yet anyway, considering he is meant to arrive at least a week and a half after Hannah! lol.
*rubs hands in wait for Darien's bio*
EDIT: *runs back with a grin* Ohh found it *runs off to actually read it before editing Wes at all*
"Things change. It's a fact of life. Things are born, things die. That doesn't give you an excuse to complain"
Re: Wesley Fawkes ~ Arcano
Sooooo now I’m all confused whether or not I’m supposed to comment… but being a rebel and all, I’ll just do it. HA! See if you can stop me!
I don’t know in how far you “just” copied what’s been in that show but I definitely like the background story and scientific part of it *nods* weeeell done! Same for the history by the way… *bursts into laughter reading the part about their sugar-high*…aww… that’s a sweet tid-bit (no pun intended).
*stomps foot* Geeeee, Rebeccaaaaaa!!! Stop writing such great bios or I’ll be deprived of nagging forever. *grumbles*
Not a single, bloody complaint… sheesh… there, have your stamp and be happy
Unbelievable… the nerve of her… HONESTLY-honestly… *waddles off shaking his head and muttering to himself*
~ Ma-… I found somethiiiiiiing!!! *looks smug* HA, I knew there’d be something to nag *pats nit-pickiness affectionately* Please add something about his voooooice please! Ok, I know that’s not the biggest of issues but… at least it’s something. I mean, think of the reputation I gotta keep up!
~ Matt *cheerfully skips off into the sunset*
"Will you prove worthy of this team’s glorious history?"
"What am I doing here again? Ah right… resisting the urge to blind Frosty… I bet mud-brown is just her color though."
Re: Wesley Fawkes ~ Arcano
Okay... I think I mentioned/edited everything. Considering time & revision needs to be done I just pointed to Darien's bio for some of it lol.
Awww.. I included something about his voice for you Matt. Though describing voice is really difficult *will remember to put that in next bio*
Okay. *glances round* OKay. I now have an accepted charrie who I don't intend to play for awhile yet. mmm.. you guys were quicker than I expected. *promises to make next one a little bit more of a challenge* Not sure about the length of it yet lol, but I need to get ppl to check powers *sighs* I need to edit them a few times first. *holds up mystery charrie* (6) I expect he'll have areas you can moan about Matt.
"Things change. It's a fact of life. Things are born, things die. That doesn't give you an excuse to complain"
Re: Wesley Fawkes ~ Arcano
Ha. Matt will probably complain about the lack of detail concerning the fact if you don't describe what mystery charrie smells like He'll have a whole list for ya I'm sure!
The Sensations of Humanity:
Emotions are almost unbearable. How do people go about their every day lives with such burdens weighing them down? How do they fight, how do they love? Every action causes an emotional reaction, and while I always knew this, I never realized how strong these reactions would be. Was I really that far gone in the Initiative to be so blind to my own lack of sensations?
Dr Hank McCoy & Teachers:
The school doctor doesn’t really strike me as someone I can buddy up with, then again I feel that way with the entire staff. I know I never really got to know the Professor, but Xavier had this look in his eyes when he spoke with me, it’s like he knew exactly who I was and still let me into his home, into his dream, his private paradise from the outer world. In many cases he usually can see right through people, but I know if he did see through my lies and deception, it wasn’t with his powers, it was only with his intellect and heart.
What is the Doctors views on me however? I think everything is starting to unravel, past secrets slowly coming into light. How will the doctor, no, how will the entire school react to knowing that my only reason to coming here was to spy on the people they cared for and protected?
Re: Wesley Fawkes ~ Arcano
I like the new siggies btw
Ahh.. I think the powers will be enough to go through first. I'll post them minus the history when I get a chance to fully sort them out. *despite the fact that Jenn, Eveyln & Karen know who mystery guy is, still refuses to say who* Especially as with all charries the history is very power reliant.
"Things change. It's a fact of life. Things are born, things die. That doesn't give you an excuse to complain"
Re: Wesley Fawkes ~ Arcano
Heeey... get da heck outta my post *shakes fist, discreetly fixes code*...>>..<<
......-_-....*shoves Rebecca into another thread* T_T
The Sensations of Humanity:
Emotions are almost unbearable. How do people go about their every day lives with such burdens weighing them down? How do they fight, how do they love? Every action causes an emotional reaction, and while I always knew this, I never realized how strong these reactions would be. Was I really that far gone in the Initiative to be so blind to my own lack of sensations?
Dr Hank McCoy & Teachers:
The school doctor doesn’t really strike me as someone I can buddy up with, then again I feel that way with the entire staff. I know I never really got to know the Professor, but Xavier had this look in his eyes when he spoke with me, it’s like he knew exactly who I was and still let me into his home, into his dream, his private paradise from the outer world. In many cases he usually can see right through people, but I know if he did see through my lies and deception, it wasn’t with his powers, it was only with his intellect and heart.
What is the Doctors views on me however? I think everything is starting to unravel, past secrets slowly coming into light. How will the doctor, no, how will the entire school react to knowing that my only reason to coming here was to spy on the people they cared for and protected?
Re: Wesley Fawkes ~ Arcano
looove that siggy!! though it's Riley >> ... << ... whaaaah, must be that thread! it makes me act all un-me-ish!!
and when I wrote up Ylandra's bio and asked Kay to comment on it, I think she actually asked me about her smell... or I put it in myself, but I'm only being that demanding with myself and when people ask me to be that... OR when I think due to the character's nature there might be something special about them *nods graciously* see how I love you all??
~ Matt
EDIT: *runs back in* and your siggy code is not fixed. honestly! *waddles off to fix it for her* sheesh... the things I do for you! *ponders drawing some big mustache on Riley's face* ... Edited by: 0x Tempest x0 at: 1/10/05 1:32 pm
hehe I know histories are important, but I think this may be abit overwhelming *has shocked self with extensive length* If you *really* want it shortened I'll do a brief for you, though I am awful at compactness *considers allowing people to simple try and drudge through whole length with no help* 
Well, I'm not planning to play him yet anyway, considering he is meant to arrive at least a week and a half after Hannah! lol. 
I found somethiiiiiiing!!! *looks smug* HA, I knew there’d be something to nag *pats nit-pickiness affectionately* Please add something about his voooooice please! 
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