A native of Anchorage, Alaska, Scott Summers was the eldest son of USAF Major Christopher and Katherine Anne Summers. His were ordinary early years for the son of a military man — and not entirely lonely. A few years shy of Scott, the Summers gave birth to a second son — Alexander. Unfortunately, Alex would not enjoy as many peaceful summers in the Alaskan quiet as Scott was able to. Private owner of a de Havilland Mosquito, Christopher arranged to take Katherine and the two boys for their first flight — a family outing that was supposed to culminate in a picnic, somewhere further up in the Alaskan wilderness. It was not to be. Hell broke lose at a critical altitude, the party responsible not immediately obvious — though it was almost certainly an outside influence, presumably another airborne entity. With the plane in a downward spiral, Katherine acted quickly. She harnessed the only parachute to Scott's back, and strapped Alex to his older brother. Pushed from the plane, the two would survive, but just barely. Their parents presumed dead, Scott and Alex managed a rough landing. The parachute burst into flames during the descent, and Scott was stuck in the temple upon touchdown. It is this childhood injury that is attributed to both Scott's amnesia regarding those early years, and his tragic inability to switch his optic blasts to 'off'.

The next chapter in Scott's adolescence was no less arduous. With Scott hospitalized in a coma for an entire year, child services could not prevent the separation of the two brothers. Alex was whisked away to an adoptive family. When Scott awoke, amnesia had riddled away all memory of a brother, or even the names of his parents. With no known relatives, Scott was shunted into an orphanage. Located in Omaha, Nebraska, this orphanage could have inspired the story of Oliver Twist. It was run by the cruel Mister Milbury, a devious character with a few too many secrets. Scott was subjected to a battery of "experiments", their purpose never explained. Now a teenager, a ray of hope arrived in the form of Jack Winters, who agreed to take Scott into foster care. But Winters was actually the mutant criminal, Jack O'Diamonds. He tried repeatedly to manipulate Scott into assisting in a number of crimes, but even at such a tender age, Scott Summers was a born Boy Scout. So instead, Winters abused Scott, both physically and mentally. But sixteen was to be a turning year in Scott's development. Piercing migraines would send Scott into a near faint, growing consistently more and more frequent. One fateful day, passing a construction yard, those headaches struck a new high. Dropped to his knees, Scott Summers was born anew as a mutant — those optic blasts burst forth, the first of which struck a nearby crane. Its load plummeting to a crowd of innocents below, Scott managed a second blast to obliterate the falling debris — and thus save the day.

Both the villain and the hero that day, Scott ran. He set for the outskirts of known civilization by freight train, distraught at the thought of almost murdering the workmen at the construction site. However, Scott's exodus was intercepted by an agent of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, who happened to be an acquaintance of one Professor Charles Xavier. With the school opening its doors that next fall, Scott Summers was enrolled as one of the first few to walk the halls as a student. Xavier became a close mentor of the young Scott, who showed great promise as a scholar. He even displayed a number of admirable qualities, noted even as a teenager — loyalty, leadership, confidence, honor. Perhaps just Scott's attempt at redemption from a childhood of violence, tragedy, and crime. Unfortunately, it soon became evident that the headaches were worsening. And very early on, Scott discovered an inability to prevent the concussive force. A series of tests revealed the brain damage Scott suffered, but also inspired Xavier to run a few deep mental probes. The amnesia partially dislodged, Scott was flooded with the fleeting images of his mother and father. And of a blond haired brother named Alex.

Thankfully, Xavier's resources were extensive enough to find a cure for Scott's handicap. Rose quartz was revealed to be the single substance capable of deflecting Scott's optic blasts. A number of solutions were formed, including fitted goggles, wrap-around sunglasses, discrete contact lenses, and the infamous trigger-operated visor. Each outfitted with ruby-red lenses. This was not enough to convince Scott to stay onboard as faculty, though. Graduating from the school years before Xavier thought to institute the X-Men, Scott Summers set out on his own at the age of twenty-one to find Alex, just five years after encountering Professor Xavier. His became a sobering journey. Emboldened by Xavier's lessons in tolerance and passivity, Scott was stubborn to admit that the world was not so likeminded. It took a series of unfortunate events — the witnessing of a mutant lynching, a brutal rumble in a mutant-unfriendly bar, the sight of a misguided pair of mutants mugging a helpless woman — for Scott to face the facts. It just didn't seem to stop. Everywhere Scott turned, Xavier's dream was absent, not fledgling — but completely unheard of. His journey took Scott west across the country, to Los Angeles. Here, Scott managed enrollment at the age of twenty-one into an mathematics program at UCLA. Graduating with a BS emphasizing on trigonometry and vectors, Scott Summers finished one year early, and within the top fifteen percent of his class. The search for Alex, though, was not so successful as Scott's attempt at an honest education.

It was at UCLA that Scott met Maddy Pryor. Also a mutant, the two dated off-and-on for close to ten months — before she was gunned down in South Central by an emerging anti-mutant group, simply called HUMAN. This proved to be a dramatic turning point in Scott's development, where all Boy Scoutness was forcefully abandoned. With LAPD ineffective, Scott took to the revenge scene. He set about tracking down the members and leadership of HUMAN with the same calculated efficiency that made him so successful at Xavier's. Ruthless but patient, Scott spent four years on the heels of grassroots anti-mutant groups like HUMAN. It was obviously a losing battle for Scott to fight alone, trying to keep these groups from carrying off their terrorist assignments. For every mutant life Scott managed to save, another was lost. He couldn't be everywhere at once in LA, and that reality began to wear on Scott. Which only made his worldview bleaker, grayer — and inspired Scott to drink. He needed help to keep waging this personal vendetta. He needed likeminded back-up.

And so, Scott turned for home — New York, that is. His journey back across the States was just as disheartening, the once-optimistic pupil of Xavier's now turned somewhat grimmer, darker. He criss-crossed the nation for another year, occasionally doing good for the prosecuted mutant underdogs — when possible. Today, Scott is twenty-nine. His natural talents for leadership and tactics lurk beneath the surface of a Scott Summers who truly feels the weight of someone all alone, fighting back the inevitable. A more pessimistic Scott, discouraged by the violence and intolerance across the country — and increasingly more and more willing to exhibit that hateful attitude, too. He remains the same introverted man of morals, but with a hint of scruff and a not-so-secret fondness for whiskey. He is not the canon poster child for the Mutant Boy Scouts of America, though none of those high-and-might virtues have disappeared entirely. Just buried. He is today a slightly dour character, with a sardonic opinion of the world — and occasionally plagued by depression. Currently residing in a run-down apartment in New York City, Scott Summers is bent on resuming those underground efforts against anti-mutant movements. And what better place to do it, then in the heart of Sentinels territory?

Powers

Optic Blasts:

Cyclops is capable of projecting, as it is put colloquially, "optic blasts of concussive force". The more technical explanation is trickier. Obviously, this energy is released through Cyclops' eyes — which are brown, though due to his inability to control these optic beams, a fact impossible to discern. The force itself is drawn from ambient energy in his surroundings, particularly derived from exposure to solar energy, which is absorbed automatically into Cyclops' system and re-emitted as beams of devastating power. The proportion to which Cyclops absorbs and releases the power is 1:1. That is, for Cyclops to release a blast of a five second duration, five seconds of exposure to the sun would be needed to refuel. His 'tank' is not infinite, though. Cyclops taps out at approximately fifteen minutes worth of concussive force — but Cyclops can not presently emit a steady stream of energy for fifteen minutes. That puts undue pressure on Scott's mind, resulting in painful migraines and crippling vertigo. Consequently, Cyclops utilizes his power only in bursts of under five seconds. The most common blast, the easiest to control, is two seconds long — and can be fired in rapid succession with the approximate accuracy of a firearm.

If Cyclops' taps out this reserve of fifteen minutes worth of small bursts, he is rendered unconscious — and needs immediate exposure to sunlight or some source of energy. Unlike the sun, these optics beams are not a source of heat. For what is actually happening is far more difficult to understand. Cyclops' eyes actually act as rifts or portals between this dimension and another. He draws on ambient energy to open these rifts, now fixed in the "open" position, to release blasts of heatless energy. Basically, the heat is absorbed into Cyclops' system, and the energy is emitted as pure force, devoid of temperature. These pressurized blasts pummel, destroy, and obliterate — they do not burn or sear. At present state, Cyclops can punch through a brick wall with one three or four second shot, but a steel wall of two or three feet takes several such bursts. A man would not be ripped asunder by a blast from Cyclops' energy — think of each burst as a super-strong punch. Bones may be broken, particularly in the target is thrown back against something unforgiving, but an average man will stand a good chance of surviving two or three shots from Cyclops before being knocked unconscious.

Cyclops has never used his powers to lethal effect, the idea being equivalent to pounding a man to a bloody pulp with your fists — he's only used his bursts to knock back an opponent, or render them unconscious. The lightest burst, under a second, would knock a target back a step or two, and bruise — but not break bone. Heavier blasts aim to strike a target unconscious as soon as possible. His maximum force is never used on living targets, only on such things as walls or vehicles. He can cause a car to topple over on its side and roll with a well-placed beam of maximum strength. In a fight, though, the best strategy would be to rely on Cyclops' inability to focus his maximum potential against living targets. Taking cover behind a dumpster or a truck would be wise, as Cyclops wouldn't dare unleash a high-powered blast to bust through such cover, at the risk of fatally wounding a human or another mutant. The approximate range of a single blast is so far proven at one hundred yards, though Cyclops loses accuracy at a point beyond twenty yards.

With applied concentration, Cyclops can vary not only the strength of the beam, but its purpose. This is achieved through focusing his vision much in the same way a normal eye focuses to achieve different results. Cyclops can reflect the beams off certain surfaces, creating a ricochet effect that is made all the more deadly by Cyclops' knowledge of geometry — angles, distances, trajectories. At present, this is where Cyclops' expertise lies. He can bounce a beam off most smooth surfaces if concentrating, though the more the beam bounces, the less force it exerts on its final destination. He is far more accurate at close range, though. At close range, Cyclops can focus on emitting a very low-force, pinpoint-accurate beam to, say, bust open a locked car door, or break a handcuff chain without damaging those in the cuffs.

Natural Immunity:

Cyclops is immune to the devastating force of his own blasts. It goes further than saying that, if exposed to one of his own blasts, Cyclops would be knocked down but emerge uninjured. No, Cyclops would not even be thrown back by the force of his own concussive force — rather, his body would simply reabsorb the energy. This enables Cyclops the convenience of closing his eyes in an emergency, cutting off the constant stream of force. So yes, Cyclops can stop the beam if his eyes are closed. The technical explanation is infinitely more elaborate. Cyclops actually generates a psionic field that is in sync with the forces that maintain the rifts from which his destructive power pours. This field envelops Cyclops' entirety, automatically shunting energy particles that have emerged from that other dimension back to their point of origin when they collide with any part of his body. Because of this, Cyclops is unwittingly protected against similarly-charged energy. [OOC: It should be noted that this includes the energy emittance of brother, Alex Summers.]

Strengths & Weaknesses

Strengths:

Connection: The Professor - A surrogate father-figure.
Education: UCLA - With a BS degree in Mathematics.
Education: Xavier's School - One of the first to be taught.
Gear: Automobile & Motorcycle Licenses - Both registered to New York.
Gear: Rose Quartz Paraphernalia - Contacts, shades, goggles, and visor.
Gear: Sidearm - A M1911, .45 handgun.
Knowledge: Cooking - You'd be surprised how good, too.
Knowledge: Interrogation - Don't test him, seriously.
Knowledge: Mathematics - With an emphasis on differential and integral calculus.
Knowledge: Mechanics - Works as an auto-mechanic.
Knowledge: Piloting - Can and does fly.
Language: Spanish - Fluent, both formal and casual.
Property: Housing - A loft in Hell's Kitchen, NYC.
Property: Transportation - A 1967 Chevrolet Impala.
Training: Martial Arts - Krav Maga, formally trained.
Training: Tactics - Uncanny with combat strategy management.
Training: Weapon Use - Firearms, specifically.

Weaknesses:

Character: Alcoholism - Pretty self-explanatory.
Character: Boy Scout - One of the good guys, deep down.
Character: Hero Complex - Every hero needs a complex like this one.
Character: Orphan - No known family.
Character: Partial Amnesia - Fragmented memories of childhood.
Character: Pessimism - You would be too, if Sentinels attacked your people.
Law: Unregistered - The hell with the government.
Power: Colorblindness - He sees only in shades of red.
Power: No Off Switch - Corey Hart is oddly appropriate, as a consequence.
Power: Solar Dependence - Needs exposure to the sun, daily.

Watch For

His excessive drinking and don't-give-a-damn attitude.
His no-nonsense attitude towards anyone anti-mutant.
His shadiness, the whole mystery behind what he's doing in NYC.
His gradual transition from down-and-out to inspiring and motivational.

Quotes

"Being a mutant isn't what we do. It's not a choice. So do you want us to register for being born? Is that really who you are now?"
"Whatever happens next is beyond our control. But all the same. The whole world is watching."
"And when your time comes, you may well wish it hadn't."

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2016/01/14 - Stuck In An Elevator	lorna scott
2016/01/06 - Dance With Me	alison scott
2016/01/03 - Kind of a Jerk	kitty scott
2016/01/02 - Spitshine and Scrambled Eggs	lucille scott
2016/01/02 - Just Add Milk	alison scott
2016/01/01 - Serendipitous	alison scott
2016/01/01 - NYE in NYC	alison scott
2016/01/01 - Angel of the Morning	alison scott
2015/12/31 - Six Big Macs Please	brooklyn scott

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