Post by Angel on May 25, 2007 13:39:33 GMT -5
Real Name: Warren Kenneth Worthington, III
Code-Name: Angel/Archangel/Death
Age: 26
Height: 6'0"
Hair: Blond
Weight: 150
Powers:
Warren's primary mutation has given him the ability to fly via natural wings. The bird-like appendages naturally took the form of white feathered wings that first grew from his shoulder blades at fourteen and over a period of weeks grew to their mature wingspan of just over sixteen feet. Each wing has the ability to work in conjunction with or independently of it's partner at his mere thought. Highly flexible and strong, Warren's wings can crush a healthy adult male with a flick. The strength inherent within these wings is untested, yet, an average goose is capable of breaking a the bones in that same healthy adult man's arm cleanly with very little effort.
The rest of his body is adapted for flight as well. Hollow bones, adaptive hearing and above average muscularity combine with naturally low body fat percentages and specially adaptive eyes to make Warren a strong, aerodynamic flying machine. Membranes over his eyes allow him to see great distances with eagle keen clarity and to withstand the pressure of the high speed flights he has become known for. His lungs are capable of extracting oxygen from altitudes approaching 50,000 feet, though much higher than that and Warren will begin to lose consciousness.
A secondary mutation takes the form of a property within his blood that not only keeps Angel in peak health but may also be used to heal those with a compatible blood type. His blood type is O positive, the universal donor.
His mutation makes him a stealthy fighter, able to be upon his enemies often before they realize what has hit them. Silently gliding on currents of air, Warren is capable of flying great distances, though contrary to popular belief he is unable to make a transcontinental flight of his own power. While agile in the air, Warren needs space to utilize those powerful wings. In close quarters he is at a severe disadvantage, with only his own peak human reflexes and intelligence to guide him. Warren's deep seeded feelings of self-loathing and hatred, while not openly something even he is aware of, may very well be considered both his greatest weakness and yet, to some, a great source of untapped power.
History:
Born with the proverbial silver spoon, Warren Kenneth Worthington, the third, was a blessing to his parents much as he appeared to be blessed himself. For what his mother and father lacked in affection and closeness, they favored their only child with all that wealth and privilege could offer. For much of his formative years, Warren was for all intents and purposes raised by his father's servants. The household butler, cook and supervising maid were the boy's surrogates. His parents, though they loved him dearly, had little time outside of their societal and corporate obligations for the heir to all they were building.
As a result, young Warren developed twin selves to an extent. The public boy, spoiled by the servants, his every whim seen to with the utmost haste. And the hidden inner child, long suffering in silence as the neglect and lack of parental affection dug itself into the boy's very psyche. The boy grew to love adventure, climbing trees and even the high stone gables of the mansion itself. Tutors complained of Warren's attention span yet enamored themselves with his intelligence and ability to learn quickly. He would often be found missing by the staff, only to be found perched dangerously high on a tree limb outside his parent's parlor where they often entertained their adult guests.
When old enough, Warren was sent to boarding schools where his name carried hefty expectation. Choosing sports, his natural grace and strength made him a favorite of his coaches and peers. In time, Worthington seemed to develop a keen eye toward business, with a visionary outlook that his instructors said had him looking to the skies. Always attractive, the older Warren got the more irresistible and popular he became. Seeming to enjoy every minute of this new life, young Worthington took the superficial affection as genuine and real.
His life changed because of puberty and in some very striking ways. True that he found himself more aggressively interested in the feminine of the species and they him. To his great pleasure, a smile from his lips would have the girls clinging to him. The fact that his body seemed to be growing more and more muscular not impeding his situation whatsoever. However the golden boy was about to discover that some gifts came with a heady price.
Into his fifteenth year, his back and shoulders began to cause him growing discomfort and to his great surprise tiny wing like appendages sprouted from his shoulders. Worried about what others might think, Warren hid them from everyone around him. Angel even going so far as to try and remove them with an assortment of borrowed kitchen knives and files. One afternoon Warren was discovered by his father standing in a sea of blood and feathers as he continued to try and deny the truth of what he had become.
This knowledge created an unquestionable strain between father and son, starting a chain of events that would lead to the development of a propossed cure for mutation. Over the next few weeks he was disheartened to see them continue growing. The growth was so pronounced from one night to the next that he went without sleep for a time in the hope that the growth might slow. Eventually the wings grew to their mature length of eight feet each, giving them a wing span of almost seventeen feet from tip to tip.
Gone were the days of shirtless impromptu games of football on the lawn as Warren struggled to hide his mutation from those he worried would ostracize him. He developed a harness of sorts that helped to further contain the highly flexible wings beneath his clothing but that was in and of itself an impractical solution. After wearing the harness for a time, his entire body would hurt, the ache from his trapped wings pronounced. In truth, the only happiness Warren garnered from this time was found in stolen, private moments as the angelic lad took to the freedom of the skies. While his classmates complained of acne and missed periods, Warren suffered in silence while on the surface nothing had changed. He was still as he had always been, the son his father had always wanted.
Shortly after Warren entered into his Freshman year at Yale's School of Business, his father called him to San Francisco before announcing to the world that his company had developed a cure for mutation. Warren wasn't completely sold on the idea but after discussing it with his father he agreed to undergo the treatment. The following day crowds formed outside the high-tech offices of Worthington Industries both in support and protest of the cure. High above the streets, Warren the third found himself fighting his own internal battles with not only his own feelings but his father's expectations. Ultimately, Warren was unable to undergo the cure but instead flew back to Westchester.
There he was able to find comfort, solace and understanding when faced with other mutants. During the time since his arrival, Warren has clearly taken sides as a member of the X-Men. Warren has found himself finding hope in the Xavier's teachings of tolerance and acceptance. Though he has saved his father from death on Alcatraz, the relationship between the two remains strained at best. Still, there is something within him that still seeks something beyond his current life, some new adventure.
Code-Name: Angel/Archangel/Death
Age: 26
Height: 6'0"
Hair: Blond
Weight: 150
Powers:
Warren's primary mutation has given him the ability to fly via natural wings. The bird-like appendages naturally took the form of white feathered wings that first grew from his shoulder blades at fourteen and over a period of weeks grew to their mature wingspan of just over sixteen feet. Each wing has the ability to work in conjunction with or independently of it's partner at his mere thought. Highly flexible and strong, Warren's wings can crush a healthy adult male with a flick. The strength inherent within these wings is untested, yet, an average goose is capable of breaking a the bones in that same healthy adult man's arm cleanly with very little effort.
The rest of his body is adapted for flight as well. Hollow bones, adaptive hearing and above average muscularity combine with naturally low body fat percentages and specially adaptive eyes to make Warren a strong, aerodynamic flying machine. Membranes over his eyes allow him to see great distances with eagle keen clarity and to withstand the pressure of the high speed flights he has become known for. His lungs are capable of extracting oxygen from altitudes approaching 50,000 feet, though much higher than that and Warren will begin to lose consciousness.
A secondary mutation takes the form of a property within his blood that not only keeps Angel in peak health but may also be used to heal those with a compatible blood type. His blood type is O positive, the universal donor.
His mutation makes him a stealthy fighter, able to be upon his enemies often before they realize what has hit them. Silently gliding on currents of air, Warren is capable of flying great distances, though contrary to popular belief he is unable to make a transcontinental flight of his own power. While agile in the air, Warren needs space to utilize those powerful wings. In close quarters he is at a severe disadvantage, with only his own peak human reflexes and intelligence to guide him. Warren's deep seeded feelings of self-loathing and hatred, while not openly something even he is aware of, may very well be considered both his greatest weakness and yet, to some, a great source of untapped power.
History:
Born with the proverbial silver spoon, Warren Kenneth Worthington, the third, was a blessing to his parents much as he appeared to be blessed himself. For what his mother and father lacked in affection and closeness, they favored their only child with all that wealth and privilege could offer. For much of his formative years, Warren was for all intents and purposes raised by his father's servants. The household butler, cook and supervising maid were the boy's surrogates. His parents, though they loved him dearly, had little time outside of their societal and corporate obligations for the heir to all they were building.
As a result, young Warren developed twin selves to an extent. The public boy, spoiled by the servants, his every whim seen to with the utmost haste. And the hidden inner child, long suffering in silence as the neglect and lack of parental affection dug itself into the boy's very psyche. The boy grew to love adventure, climbing trees and even the high stone gables of the mansion itself. Tutors complained of Warren's attention span yet enamored themselves with his intelligence and ability to learn quickly. He would often be found missing by the staff, only to be found perched dangerously high on a tree limb outside his parent's parlor where they often entertained their adult guests.
When old enough, Warren was sent to boarding schools where his name carried hefty expectation. Choosing sports, his natural grace and strength made him a favorite of his coaches and peers. In time, Worthington seemed to develop a keen eye toward business, with a visionary outlook that his instructors said had him looking to the skies. Always attractive, the older Warren got the more irresistible and popular he became. Seeming to enjoy every minute of this new life, young Worthington took the superficial affection as genuine and real.
His life changed because of puberty and in some very striking ways. True that he found himself more aggressively interested in the feminine of the species and they him. To his great pleasure, a smile from his lips would have the girls clinging to him. The fact that his body seemed to be growing more and more muscular not impeding his situation whatsoever. However the golden boy was about to discover that some gifts came with a heady price.
Into his fifteenth year, his back and shoulders began to cause him growing discomfort and to his great surprise tiny wing like appendages sprouted from his shoulders. Worried about what others might think, Warren hid them from everyone around him. Angel even going so far as to try and remove them with an assortment of borrowed kitchen knives and files. One afternoon Warren was discovered by his father standing in a sea of blood and feathers as he continued to try and deny the truth of what he had become.
This knowledge created an unquestionable strain between father and son, starting a chain of events that would lead to the development of a propossed cure for mutation. Over the next few weeks he was disheartened to see them continue growing. The growth was so pronounced from one night to the next that he went without sleep for a time in the hope that the growth might slow. Eventually the wings grew to their mature length of eight feet each, giving them a wing span of almost seventeen feet from tip to tip.
Gone were the days of shirtless impromptu games of football on the lawn as Warren struggled to hide his mutation from those he worried would ostracize him. He developed a harness of sorts that helped to further contain the highly flexible wings beneath his clothing but that was in and of itself an impractical solution. After wearing the harness for a time, his entire body would hurt, the ache from his trapped wings pronounced. In truth, the only happiness Warren garnered from this time was found in stolen, private moments as the angelic lad took to the freedom of the skies. While his classmates complained of acne and missed periods, Warren suffered in silence while on the surface nothing had changed. He was still as he had always been, the son his father had always wanted.
Shortly after Warren entered into his Freshman year at Yale's School of Business, his father called him to San Francisco before announcing to the world that his company had developed a cure for mutation. Warren wasn't completely sold on the idea but after discussing it with his father he agreed to undergo the treatment. The following day crowds formed outside the high-tech offices of Worthington Industries both in support and protest of the cure. High above the streets, Warren the third found himself fighting his own internal battles with not only his own feelings but his father's expectations. Ultimately, Warren was unable to undergo the cure but instead flew back to Westchester.
There he was able to find comfort, solace and understanding when faced with other mutants. During the time since his arrival, Warren has clearly taken sides as a member of the X-Men. Warren has found himself finding hope in the Xavier's teachings of tolerance and acceptance. Though he has saved his father from death on Alcatraz, the relationship between the two remains strained at best. Still, there is something within him that still seeks something beyond his current life, some new adventure.