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Post by Happy Hart on Aug 24, 2009 0:55:44 GMT
???harlanHUGOhart!!!
"In the comic book world,
when you're destined to save mankind,
you're destined to be alone."
???EVERYTHINGYOUTHOUGHTYOUWANTED?????
?NAME: Harlan Hugo Hart
?NICKNAME(S): Happy, Starguy
?AGE: 21
?HERO/SIDEKICK: N/A
?LOYALTY: Good
?SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
?PLACE OF BIRTH: Cape Canaveral, Florida
?JOB POSITION: Writer, superhero
?YEAR OF GRADUATION: N/A
?HAIR: Brown; blue in costume
?EYES: Brown
?GENERAL APPEARENCE: When not in costume, Happy actually blends in quite well. While not overtly muscular, he has a physique that indicates that he takes care of himself. He has shaggy brown hair and a brown goatee, nothing too over the top.
It's in costume that he seems to become a whole different person. His hair takes on a blue shade and stands quite literally on end, directed upward as if a raging blue flame. His goatee follows suit, taking on the same azure hue. He wears shades of blue and white, with a stylized white star logo on his chest as well as the back of his blue overcoat, and a pair of fingerless blue gloves.
?DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: As Starguy, Happy's hair and goatee are blue, with his hair standing up on end like a blue fire.
?STYLE: Whatever's on the floor
?PLAYBY: Ryan Reynolds
?HOMETOWN: Detroit, Michigan
?MOTHER: Barbara Hart, deceased
?FATHER: James Hart, deceased
?BROTHER(S): N/A
?SISTER(S): N/A
?OTHER: Vera and Albert Owen, aunt and uncle; Tabitha Owen, cousin
?HISTORY: Harlan Hugo Hart, better known as Happy Hart, was conceived under the most interesting of circumstances. His parents were famed astronauts James and Barbara Hart, most noted for having worked with NASA in developing further technology for advanced space travel. It was during the flight of a prototype spacecraft that Happy came to fruition. James and Barbara had been sent to study a newly discovered star at the outer edge of our solar system, only to find that the star itself had a most unique radiation output. This radiation, combined with the ambient cosmic radiation outside of the ship, had a mutagenic effect on the newly created lifeform within Barbara's womb, though it wouldn't be seen until later in life.
Nine months later, Harlan Hugo Hart was born in Cape Canaveral, Florida, named after authors Harlan Ellison and Victor Hugo. Due to his conceivement in space, he was of course run through a gauntlet of tests, but no defects were found. James and Barbara were loving, if somewhat strict parents, though the nature of their job meant that they were often gone for long periods of time. It was during these periods that Harlan would stay with his Aunt Vera and Uncle Albert. Not that the boy minded; whereas his parents would keep him in the house and have him read Brave New World at the age of six, his aunt and uncle allowed him to learn from his own mistakes, having enough faith that the young man was mature and intelligent on his own without having to be forced toward it. It was his Aunt Vera who gave him his nickname of Happy, due to the fact that he often gave toothy grins as a boy despite having his two front teeth removed as a toddler.
When he was twelve, Happy was staying with his aunt and uncle when an Air Force general personally delivered the worst news of his life to him: his parents were killed. In what was believed to be an equipment malfunction, their ship exploded in deep space. Of course, he didn't exactly take it too well, as he became much more secluded than before. However, the encouragement of his aunt and uncle kept him going.
When he was fifteen, the Air Force learned that his parents' deaths wasn't an accident. In fact, a Skrull scout ship had destroyed it due to its accidental invasion into Skrull space. Upon learning of the true reality of their deaths, his personality began to change greatly. Whereas he had once been a caring, intelligent, well-behaved boy, he became a hard-partying, reckless, cynical young man. His anger at the Skrulls channeled itself into extreme xenophobia, specifically racism, as he allied himself with a Neo-Nazi gang during high school and regularly committed hate crimes.
It was at the age of eighteen that his powers first manifested. A gang war had broken out with an African-American gang, which resulted in the Neo-Nazis kidnapping one of the rival gang members and meticulously torturing him. Happy began to recall his past feelings, with his true feelings underneath his rough exterior unable to hide any longer. As the Neo-Nazis were about to take a power drill to the gangbanger's head, Happy stood in the way, stating his intent to not let them harm him. Of course, the Neo-Nazis didn't care, and so they instead brought the drill to Happy's head. In the extreme stress of the situation, the eighteen-year-old quite literally exploded. In a blaze of blue plasma and white light, the warehouse was vaporized. Amazingly, nobody was killed, and the only person that was uninjured was the kidnapped gang member - and Happy, of course.
Fleeing the scene, he at first went into hiding. It was after he began to notice magnets clinging to him that he sought out Dr. Waldo Night, an associate of his parents. After running a myriad of tests, Dr. Night discovered his body's processes were similar to that of a star, and hypothesized that the star he was conceived in orbit around had somehow affected his genetic structure. It was with the aid of his aunt and uncle, as well as Dr. Night, that he not only learned to control his powers, but also re-discovered the happy boy that had been hiding underneath a swastika.
With his powers, Happy brought every single member of the Neo-Nazi gang to justice. His bright light shining across the city earned him the moniker "Starguy", with the claims that "Starman" was copyrighted by someone, somewhere. For nearly two years, he operated out of Detroit, cleaning up the city.
Eventually, Happy moved to Maxville, in order to hone his superheroics a bit more. While Starguy has become a highly known superhero, Happy has become known in own right, by writing the series of humorous fiction novels The (Mis)Adventures of Zap Cropduster. Due to his popularity with the youth (a 95 percent rating for male and female ages 12-25), Starguy is often called upon to act as a sort of guidance counselor at the school, with his unique approach
?POWERS:
??Stellar Mimicry - Happy is, in essence, a human star. His body undergoes similar, if not identical processes that a star undergoes. He can emit bright light across the electromagnetic spectrum, produce piping hot plasma, generate and manipulate a powerful gravity field, and fly at will. He doesn't need to eat or sleep due to the self-sustening nature of his body's processes, though he does still need these two factors for optimal mental health.
?LIKES:
??Writing
??Science
??Flying
??Helping others
??Being alone, at times
?DISLIKES:
??Close-mindedness
??Racism
??Murderers
??How he once was
??Knowing how he'll die
?GOALS:
??Help others to the best of his abilities
??See one of his books turned into a movie
??Guide the Sky High students to being great heroes
?PERSONALITY: Happy is, at his base, a good-natured, well-behavered, caring individual. Of course, that's what he is at his BASE. Due to his years on the street, he tends to put up a tough front, regularly using profanity and making cynical observations. Beneath it, though, he is still the highly intelligent son of two astronauts who reads Gravity's Rainbow and can do advanced calculations in his head. Of course, he'd never admit to doing either one; at least, not to anybody but his closest allies.
?NAME: (Optional)
?AGE: (Optional)
?RP EXPERIENCE: Ten years
?HOW DID YOU FIND US: Ad
?OTHER CHARACTERS: N/A
?SECRET PHRASE: READ THE RULES
?ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: 3:03 AM
Time for more coffee, less sleep, another weak hand scrubbing over his face and eyes given rest for a few futile seconds; the perils of the night. Great things were never done without strenuous stretches of half-lucid struggle, and many more horrible than grand were achieved. What time was it in France? A white name and row of details on the screen without including the time zone showed which suddenly seemed like the most critical part. How was he to reach these people without abiding by proper, polite phone details? Even changing the world needed manners.
Gods, Mohinder was losing it.
What time was it now?
3:05 AM. Right.
He grumbled as he carefully deposited sugar into the black coffee, made at some point between midnight and that moment. He couldn’t bother to remember that now. An entire night calling, pleading, desperately trying to explain what he knew sounded insane. He didn’t need a degree in neurology to understand that pushing himself much further would be ill advised. Mohinder just wasn’t sure he cared. Black curls strung around fingers with pads trying to ease the tension in his head, self doubt given freedom to roam in this wretched hour. Lights perfectly yellow and dull, the colors of the world bled dry until they became tasteless and unimpressive. Nearly tired enough to go into tangent over the importance of color and curious function, he was convinced to sleep.
Normally, this bed would be uncomfortable. Now, his muscles seemed to just sink to meet the surface of the cushioning and slow peace appeared. This was the rarely credited perk of depriving oneself of such a precious thing as sleep, the appreciation was tenfold. Optimism really was the best take on things, albeit a bit useless. Thin sheets and thin blankets over the narrow shoulders, neck and spine aligned at an odd angle that was incredibly comfortable, this was the right decision. At least he knew he was making one in the damn day. How many did he even have left to call? Where did he leave the coffee? He didn’t turn off the coffee maker.
Groaning quietly and then quite loudly, he managed to crawl out of bed and make it to his feet again. Not so nimble fingers fumbling with buttons as he crossed into the kitchen, sustained fumbling occurred. Shutting the computer down took longer, leaning over the monitor with barely open eyes. Modern technology for all of its bluster and fast paced hype was far behind his current standards.
3:10 AM
One knee down, his left hand curving into the pillow, yes, it was here! Blessed forgetfulness, the abyss of the unaware – he was freed!
3:11 AM
The phone rang.
And while not a man to spew curses, he had more than a creative bunch in that second.
?One 100x100 Icon of your Character:
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I love cornish pixies
"In the comic book world,
when you're destined to save mankind,
you're destined to be alone."
???EVERYTHINGYOUTHOUGHTYOUWANTED?????
?NAME: Harlan Hugo Hart
?NICKNAME(S): Happy, Starguy
?AGE: 21
?HERO/SIDEKICK: N/A
?LOYALTY: Good
?SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
?PLACE OF BIRTH: Cape Canaveral, Florida
?JOB POSITION: Writer, superhero
?YEAR OF GRADUATION: N/A
???EVERYTHINGYOUTHOUGHTYOU'DNEED?????
?HAIR: Brown; blue in costume
?EYES: Brown
?GENERAL APPEARENCE: When not in costume, Happy actually blends in quite well. While not overtly muscular, he has a physique that indicates that he takes care of himself. He has shaggy brown hair and a brown goatee, nothing too over the top.
It's in costume that he seems to become a whole different person. His hair takes on a blue shade and stands quite literally on end, directed upward as if a raging blue flame. His goatee follows suit, taking on the same azure hue. He wears shades of blue and white, with a stylized white star logo on his chest as well as the back of his blue overcoat, and a pair of fingerless blue gloves.
?DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: As Starguy, Happy's hair and goatee are blue, with his hair standing up on end like a blue fire.
?STYLE: Whatever's on the floor
?PLAYBY: Ryan Reynolds
???THEYCOMEALONGANDBROUGHTYOUDOWN?????
?HOMETOWN: Detroit, Michigan
?MOTHER: Barbara Hart, deceased
?FATHER: James Hart, deceased
?BROTHER(S): N/A
?SISTER(S): N/A
?OTHER: Vera and Albert Owen, aunt and uncle; Tabitha Owen, cousin
?HISTORY: Harlan Hugo Hart, better known as Happy Hart, was conceived under the most interesting of circumstances. His parents were famed astronauts James and Barbara Hart, most noted for having worked with NASA in developing further technology for advanced space travel. It was during the flight of a prototype spacecraft that Happy came to fruition. James and Barbara had been sent to study a newly discovered star at the outer edge of our solar system, only to find that the star itself had a most unique radiation output. This radiation, combined with the ambient cosmic radiation outside of the ship, had a mutagenic effect on the newly created lifeform within Barbara's womb, though it wouldn't be seen until later in life.
Nine months later, Harlan Hugo Hart was born in Cape Canaveral, Florida, named after authors Harlan Ellison and Victor Hugo. Due to his conceivement in space, he was of course run through a gauntlet of tests, but no defects were found. James and Barbara were loving, if somewhat strict parents, though the nature of their job meant that they were often gone for long periods of time. It was during these periods that Harlan would stay with his Aunt Vera and Uncle Albert. Not that the boy minded; whereas his parents would keep him in the house and have him read Brave New World at the age of six, his aunt and uncle allowed him to learn from his own mistakes, having enough faith that the young man was mature and intelligent on his own without having to be forced toward it. It was his Aunt Vera who gave him his nickname of Happy, due to the fact that he often gave toothy grins as a boy despite having his two front teeth removed as a toddler.
When he was twelve, Happy was staying with his aunt and uncle when an Air Force general personally delivered the worst news of his life to him: his parents were killed. In what was believed to be an equipment malfunction, their ship exploded in deep space. Of course, he didn't exactly take it too well, as he became much more secluded than before. However, the encouragement of his aunt and uncle kept him going.
When he was fifteen, the Air Force learned that his parents' deaths wasn't an accident. In fact, a Skrull scout ship had destroyed it due to its accidental invasion into Skrull space. Upon learning of the true reality of their deaths, his personality began to change greatly. Whereas he had once been a caring, intelligent, well-behaved boy, he became a hard-partying, reckless, cynical young man. His anger at the Skrulls channeled itself into extreme xenophobia, specifically racism, as he allied himself with a Neo-Nazi gang during high school and regularly committed hate crimes.
It was at the age of eighteen that his powers first manifested. A gang war had broken out with an African-American gang, which resulted in the Neo-Nazis kidnapping one of the rival gang members and meticulously torturing him. Happy began to recall his past feelings, with his true feelings underneath his rough exterior unable to hide any longer. As the Neo-Nazis were about to take a power drill to the gangbanger's head, Happy stood in the way, stating his intent to not let them harm him. Of course, the Neo-Nazis didn't care, and so they instead brought the drill to Happy's head. In the extreme stress of the situation, the eighteen-year-old quite literally exploded. In a blaze of blue plasma and white light, the warehouse was vaporized. Amazingly, nobody was killed, and the only person that was uninjured was the kidnapped gang member - and Happy, of course.
Fleeing the scene, he at first went into hiding. It was after he began to notice magnets clinging to him that he sought out Dr. Waldo Night, an associate of his parents. After running a myriad of tests, Dr. Night discovered his body's processes were similar to that of a star, and hypothesized that the star he was conceived in orbit around had somehow affected his genetic structure. It was with the aid of his aunt and uncle, as well as Dr. Night, that he not only learned to control his powers, but also re-discovered the happy boy that had been hiding underneath a swastika.
With his powers, Happy brought every single member of the Neo-Nazi gang to justice. His bright light shining across the city earned him the moniker "Starguy", with the claims that "Starman" was copyrighted by someone, somewhere. For nearly two years, he operated out of Detroit, cleaning up the city.
Eventually, Happy moved to Maxville, in order to hone his superheroics a bit more. While Starguy has become a highly known superhero, Happy has become known in own right, by writing the series of humorous fiction novels The (Mis)Adventures of Zap Cropduster. Due to his popularity with the youth (a 95 percent rating for male and female ages 12-25), Starguy is often called upon to act as a sort of guidance counselor at the school, with his unique approach
???ANDNOWYOU'RELEFTALONECRYING?????
?POWERS:
??Stellar Mimicry - Happy is, in essence, a human star. His body undergoes similar, if not identical processes that a star undergoes. He can emit bright light across the electromagnetic spectrum, produce piping hot plasma, generate and manipulate a powerful gravity field, and fly at will. He doesn't need to eat or sleep due to the self-sustening nature of his body's processes, though he does still need these two factors for optimal mental health.
?LIKES:
??Writing
??Science
??Flying
??Helping others
??Being alone, at times
?DISLIKES:
??Close-mindedness
??Racism
??Murderers
??How he once was
??Knowing how he'll die
?GOALS:
??Help others to the best of his abilities
??See one of his books turned into a movie
??Guide the Sky High students to being great heroes
?PERSONALITY: Happy is, at his base, a good-natured, well-behavered, caring individual. Of course, that's what he is at his BASE. Due to his years on the street, he tends to put up a tough front, regularly using profanity and making cynical observations. Beneath it, though, he is still the highly intelligent son of two astronauts who reads Gravity's Rainbow and can do advanced calculations in his head. Of course, he'd never admit to doing either one; at least, not to anybody but his closest allies.
???THEYINALWAYSSEEMTOSAYTHE?????
?NAME: (Optional)
?AGE: (Optional)
?RP EXPERIENCE: Ten years
?HOW DID YOU FIND US: Ad
?OTHER CHARACTERS: N/A
?SECRET PHRASE: READ THE RULES
?ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: 3:03 AM
Time for more coffee, less sleep, another weak hand scrubbing over his face and eyes given rest for a few futile seconds; the perils of the night. Great things were never done without strenuous stretches of half-lucid struggle, and many more horrible than grand were achieved. What time was it in France? A white name and row of details on the screen without including the time zone showed which suddenly seemed like the most critical part. How was he to reach these people without abiding by proper, polite phone details? Even changing the world needed manners.
Gods, Mohinder was losing it.
What time was it now?
3:05 AM. Right.
He grumbled as he carefully deposited sugar into the black coffee, made at some point between midnight and that moment. He couldn’t bother to remember that now. An entire night calling, pleading, desperately trying to explain what he knew sounded insane. He didn’t need a degree in neurology to understand that pushing himself much further would be ill advised. Mohinder just wasn’t sure he cared. Black curls strung around fingers with pads trying to ease the tension in his head, self doubt given freedom to roam in this wretched hour. Lights perfectly yellow and dull, the colors of the world bled dry until they became tasteless and unimpressive. Nearly tired enough to go into tangent over the importance of color and curious function, he was convinced to sleep.
Normally, this bed would be uncomfortable. Now, his muscles seemed to just sink to meet the surface of the cushioning and slow peace appeared. This was the rarely credited perk of depriving oneself of such a precious thing as sleep, the appreciation was tenfold. Optimism really was the best take on things, albeit a bit useless. Thin sheets and thin blankets over the narrow shoulders, neck and spine aligned at an odd angle that was incredibly comfortable, this was the right decision. At least he knew he was making one in the damn day. How many did he even have left to call? Where did he leave the coffee? He didn’t turn off the coffee maker.
Groaning quietly and then quite loudly, he managed to crawl out of bed and make it to his feet again. Not so nimble fingers fumbling with buttons as he crossed into the kitchen, sustained fumbling occurred. Shutting the computer down took longer, leaning over the monitor with barely open eyes. Modern technology for all of its bluster and fast paced hype was far behind his current standards.
3:10 AM
One knee down, his left hand curving into the pillow, yes, it was here! Blessed forgetfulness, the abyss of the unaware – he was freed!
3:11 AM
The phone rang.
And while not a man to spew curses, he had more than a creative bunch in that second.
???SWEETESTTHINGS?????
?One 100x100 Icon of your Character:
i27.tinypic.com/2a7efif.jpg
I love cornish pixies
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