Application - Underworld Wars
|| Player Information ||
Name: Heather
Personal Journal: agentgrrl
Time zone: CST
Contact: adeolucror [at] gmail ;; adeolucror [on] AiM
Current Characters:
tobestronger
doesnotbrood
wutaiwarhero
prodigalvampire
edgeofarrogance
thepoweroflogic
|| Character Information ||
Fandom: Marvel Comics (616 Universe)
Name: Remy Etienne "Gambit" leBeau
Canon Point: Just after X-Men Legacy #224
Is this character dead? He should be, but he is not.
History: [Here!]
Personality: Words that describe Gambit: Show-off, sneaky, under-handed. You only know Gambit if Gambit wants you to. To most people, Gambit comes across as a flippant, sarcastic rebel who rarely thinks about anyone but himself, and that’s exactly what he wants you to think. If you’re busy thinking he’s up to no good and just in it for Remy, they don’t tend to want you around, which leaves him free to assist from the background where no one would think to look for him.
As much as he prefers a more subtle approach to most situations, Remy loves the limelight. When performing any action, be it battle, a date, or washing the car, his first focus is doing it with style. Ever the showman, Gambit is always quick with a snide comment, flourish, and twirl of his bo-staff. Remy leBeau isn’t a thief because it’s a great way to make money, which it is and he knows it. He’s a thief, and the best damn thief in New Orleans, thank you very much, because he can make it look good. Remy has the sort of cocky swagger and irrepressible self-confidence that makes men hate him and most woman fall at his feet.
Remy will always be a flirt, but his heart will forever belong to Rogue. She captured his full attention as soon as he laid eyes on her, and he’s spent every waking moment sense trying to be the man he thinks she deserves. Sometimes he falters, and sometimes his past has come to light to her in very bad ways that have pushed her away from him, but he still fights. Earning the right to her love has become his main purpose in life, and he would wait for her to the ends of every Earth they've ever visited, as well as any they haven’t seen yet.
He differs from the other x-men in many ways. He’s always been somewhat of an outcast among them because of differences of opinion. He sees the good in people’s actions, whether part of the team or no, whereas most of them think that events and happenings should stay with the team. He gained a sense of family, albeit dysfunctional, from his being raised by the Thieves’ Guild, and that proved to him that humans could, in fact, accept a mutant into their ranks, welcome them as one of their own. This leaves him much more open-minded to outsiders than most of his teammates, and leads to quite a bit of contention among them as well. That coupled with the fact that Remy is willing to steal items and information to accomplish his goals leads to any of the x-men mistrusting him, even his precious Rogue, though she understands his reasons much more intimately than any of the others, and is more willing to accept his methods.
His methods are what have always made him a questionable ally to the x-team. As a whole, Team X stand for equality, freedom, and righteousness. For the most part, Remy agrees with their goals, but his childhood and the harsh truths it instilled in him have taught him that, to attain ones ends, sometimes, subtly and subterfuge are required. He knows that the altruistic way is not always the best way, and that the most rewarding effects are often attained by the most illicit of processes. In essence, Remy understands that the end will justify the means. That and his secrecy lead to their mistrust. The secret to any successful sabotage is to keep your adversary guessing. When those adversaries have several powerful telepaths on the payroll, it’s useful to keep the information in as few heads as possible. He doesn’t usually share the information with anyone because, due to the very nature of his power, his mind is very difficult to read, or even locate. For the most part, the information is safe with him. He knows that, and doesn’t trust the others not to try to stop him. He’s given them plenty of reasons to try, after all. Besides, once a thief, always a thief.
Skills | Powers: Gambit is a mutant whose primary ability is the manipulation of energy. He uses the bio-kinetic energy his body produces to convert the potential energy of non-living matter into kinetic energy. The conversion process, referred to as charging, often results in a violent and powerful explosion. The explosion is proportional to the size of the object. In his first appearance and first demonstration of his powers he charges an object via an aura emitted from his eyes, rather than through physical contact. Because energy charges his body, Gambit has greater strength, stamina and agility than any non-powered human.
At his full power, Gambit is able to charge any organic or non-organic matter within his line of sight through thought. The failure to control his abilities in his youth forced him to turn to Mister Sinister, who excised the portion of his brain stem responsible for his full abilities. Later, while he is trapped in Victorian England, he returns to Sinister to have his grey matter reimplanted, restoring his abilities to their full potential. He uses his powers to return to present-day by transforming himself into living energy which joins with the kinetic flow of the timestream. With access to his full power, Gambit is able to manipulate the potency of his bio-kinetic energy to burn, cause molecular discomfort, incinerate and create timed detonations. However, he burns out his powers after fighting New Sun. He regains them with Sage's help.
Gambit is also able to heal himself by stimulating his cellular activity, although this ability has only been demonstrated once.
He also possesses a hypnotic charm that allows him to exert a subtle influence over sentient beings, leading them to believe what he says and agree with his suggestions. This charm is so powerful that if given a chance, Gambit could charm the Shadow King. However, the charm does not work on those who know about it.
While blinded for a period of time, Gambit had the ability to foresee future events using his playing cards through tarot reading.
After Apocalypse used the Celestial Technology to transform Gambit into the Horseman Death, Gambit demonstrates the ability to convert inert materials into toxic substances (such as transforming breathable air into poisonous gases) and has the potential to ingest diseases and plagues. It is apparent that the Celestial Technology never left his system as seen during a telepathic attack against him that brought out temporarily the Death persona which eventually killed the attacker. Gambit's body returned to normal apparently indicating that Gambit has the ability to switch between his own and Death appearances.
During combat, Gambit customarily wears a suit of highly articulated light body armor and uses a telescopic metal staff. He is extensively trained in martial arts, particularly French kick-boxing or savate. He is an excellent hand-to-hand combatant, using street-fighting techniques and acrobatics. Gambit is a skilled card-thrower, and throws charged playing cards with great accuracy at opponents. He also excels in all aspects of thievery, as he was adopted by the patriarch of a Thieves' Guild.
Gambit is fluent in various languages, primarily English and Cajun French, which he uses most often.
First Person Sample:
[The video to show a by now familiar scene, the docks and the barren bank of the river over which everyone has arrived at some point or another. The figure standing in front of the camera reaches into a pocket of his light brown duster, pulls out a pack of cigarettes, and taps one out, slipping it deftly between his lips and flicking a lighter, inhaling and flaring the cigarette to life.
He takes a few drags, looking around as he does so. When he looks back to the video camera he crouches, his faintly glowing red irises glittered on their black backgrounds.]
Been here 'bout ten minutes, now, and I ain' been jumped by not'ing so I figure it be safe or de nasties ain' look fo' my hide. Ain' complainin' 'bout dat change o' pace none, no way.
[He takes another drag from his cigarette, the smoke billowing briefly, momentarily obscuring those strange eyes, before he continues.]
I ain' askin' fo' no favors, but dis device be a might too convenient for coincedence, non? Dere any intelligent life out dere?
Third Person Sample:
He’d never thought it was possible, but here he was, laughing with his Anna, looking at the sunset over the Australian outback, smiling, laughing, and….and being normal. He’d dreamed about it since the day he’d first laid eyes on her. That mane of auburn hair with just a strip of white, those eyes so green you could see the forest in them, that laugh that rang through the halls of Xavier’s school for Gifted Children, that bawdy and strong voice, filled with so much strength. If there was one thief in the world better than Remy Etienne leBeau, it was Rogue, because she’s flown in, stolen it, and kept it secret and safe for years.
He wondered what the future held for all of them. While in New Orleans, he’d heard the Assassin’s Guild had been hired to off Professor Xavier, and it had been a no brainer to stop it. The man had given him entrance into one of the craziest families he’d ever met, and though he’d never really felt at home with most of them, he’d learned more about himself fighting alongside them than he ever would’ve if he’d just stayed in New Orleans. Because of the Marauders and their assault on the Morlocks, he’d learned that some things were just too sacred. Those mutants hadn’t deserved to die, but if they hadn’t…the x-men would never have abandoned him in Antarctica. If he hadn’t been abandoned, he’d never have had the initial encounter with New Son, his evil twin. He’d never have learned what his powers, not dampened by Mr. Sinister, were capable of. He never would’ve known that joining the Marauders for a time had been the right choice. If he hadn’t seen what New Son was capable of, he never would’ve been able to justify leading them to the Morlock lair in exchange for turning down his own powers.
He owed the Professor and his school more than he even wanted to admit. If it hadn’t been for the school, he’d never have even met Rogue, let alone had the chance to keep an eye on her. Granted, he’d never have had to see what a possible future held, meet aliens, battle giant robots, or watch Jean go crazy after being possessed by a space entity of immeasurable strength, but that was beside the point. All that, Remy could deal with. Hell, it beat stealing diamonds for his adoptive father, at least most days, and the X-Team made the Thieves’ Guild back home look like the Brady Bunch. He’d never seen a more dysfunctional group of people, but somehow, they made it work for them. Hell, most of them even thought of him as family, if not the black sheep, and that made Remy feel good about things. It was nice to know that, no matter where his rambling feet decided to take him, he always had a place he could try to call home, and if the woman with the beaming smile sitting next to him was part of the equation, then the dice just kept rolling in his favor.
Now, if only he could figure out what was going on. He was fairly certain he’d gotten the gist of the issue. Danger was the AI programmed to control the Danger Room a few years ago. Her senses must have gotten the better of her at some point, because she’d gone rogue, done some crazy stuff he didn’t really understand, he guessed you had to have been there, and hit the road. When he’d caught up with the Professor, he’d tried to fill Remy in, but it was a lot more than he’d been able to comprehend. All the thief had taken away from the conversation was that Danger was, well, dangerous, and was heading to the Australian Outback to carry out the last voice command she was given: help Rogue learn to control her powers. That’s all Remy had needed to hear.
And, here they were, sitting in a comfortable silence, watching a beautiful sunset, and just being together. He knew it would be a while before Rogue was ready to talk about them, and that sat with Remy just find. Hell, he’d waited this long. The least he could do was give her the time she’d needed for so long. The time she needed to understand her powers. He reached into his trench pocket and pulled out his trusty pack of smokes and lit one. He couldn’t help the sly smirk when he watched Rogue’s nose crinkle at the smell.
“Ya know those thing’ll kill ya, Swamp Rat,” her voice was affectionate, and it made him smile. He figured, most people would take it as an insult, but from Rogue, it was damned near a pet name. Hell, she’d been calling him that so long, it was almost as much a part of him as Gambit was.
“Oui, I’ll tell de Marlboro Man to get in line wit’ everyone else, chere.” They shared a laugh. It would serve as some sort of sadistic poetic justice that after Sentinels, aliens, assassins, thieves, and all the other things they’d faced together over the years, that tobacco would be his down-fall.