Post by Cosmic Boy on Sept 21, 2012 20:18:39 GMT -5
COSMIC BOY
"Give me time, I will be clear.
Given time, you'll understand
What possesses me to right what you have suffered."
-VNV Nation - "Darkangel"-
- Real Name: Rokk Krinn
- Codename: Cosmic Boy
- Nicknames: Cos
- Species: Braalian
- Gender: Male
- Age: 16
- Alignment: Legion of Superheroes
- Face Claim: An amalgam of the E-247 version and New 52 "Reboot" from the Legion Secret Origins mini-series.
- Powers: His Braalian physiology grants Rokk varying degrees of magnokinesis--the ability to manipulate, repel, or attract metal and utilize electromagnetic fields. He is able to "ride" planetary magnetic fields in order to fly, and can manipulate various aspects of the electromagnetic spectrum in order to create shields, lift other people or objects into the air similar to telekinesis, or focus the energy he draws from them into concussive blasts as well as disrupt electrical systems. Though it is draining, Rokk has the ability to pull meteors heavy with metallic ores as well as orbiting satellites down from space.
He is able to "see" the world around him as a series of magnetic and electrical patterns, as well as magnetic auras around others, if he concentrates hard enough on the task. Rokk can absorb and rechannel some forms of electrical energy to give himself a boost (such as absorbing one of Ranzz's lightning blasts).
One of his "darker" abilities is that if he focuses, he can manipulate the natural iron within living creatures. This has--according to accounts on Braal--typically been used in warfare or as a form of execution, and Rokk will not use it willingly or without extreme--and I do mean extreme--provocation.
- Weaknesses: Rokk's geomagnetic link to whatever planet he's on greatly effects his well-being depending on what is happening to the planet at the time. He knows instinctively what is happening to the planetary body, and in some ways he feels "pain" when it is being damaged in extreme ways. His powers do not affect non-magnetic metals, such as aluminum or gold, and he had no control over things like wood or plastics. His abilities are hindered by the amount of magnetic materials as well as distance; the further away an object is and the smaller amount of metal in it, the harder it is for him to control or grab.
On a more personal level, he's far from bulletproof and is limited by his own physical strength when his powers are inhibited or otherwise useless. His fear of failure can be somewhat debilitating, and he has little patience for those who feel they are above someone simply due to money or intelligence, unless they have earned his respect somehow.
Frankly, he otfen finds himself disliked even by his friends, so he's not exactly very social.
- Relatives: Hu (father), Ewa (mother), Pol (brother)
- History: Growing up on Braal was never easy for anyone; rampant poverty and poor living conditions were prevalent, and the Krinn family was no exception. The first fifteen years of Rokk's life were spent with his parents desperately trying to find and maintain jobs while supporting him and his younger brother Pol, as well as Rokk himself doing his part to try and bring in money for the family by entering in to Magnoball tournaments for credits. He went on to become the youngest champion of the game on current records, but it still wasn't enough to get his family out of debt or to even keep them afloat.
Rokk decided to leave for Earth, hoping to find work there. He planned to send money to his family when he could, and him not being there was just logical. One less mouth to feed. On a ship to Earth, Rokk helped to foil an assassination attempt on R.J. Brande alongside Imra Ardeen and Garth Ranzz. Brande was so impressed with their abilities and their teamwork that he decided to sponsor them, leading Rokk, Imra, and Garth to become the founding members of the Legion of Super-Heroes.
Being the leader of a dysfunctional, massive "family" isn't an easy job, but Rokk thinks he's up to the job.
...He hopes.
- Personality: Rokk has problems. He fancies himself a leader, and he definitely has the qualities of a leader, but when it comes down to it the fact he's always having to make unpopular decisions and doesn't allow himself to play favorites leaves him very much alone. Others see him as a buzzkill, a wet blanket, and perhaps he is. But seriously, someone has to take charge and enforce the rules, otherwise the team would fall into disarray and it would be total anarchy. Right?
His family's money troubles (really it's just the entire planet of Braal's money troubles) have also forced into him an intense sense of responsibility; he feels the need to watch out for and be "big brother" to everyone, even if they really just don't want him around. He knows he's not popular amongst the more free-spirited or headstrong of the team, but he cares for them. He just sometimes feels the need to show it by giving them a firm "talking to" or putting them in their place. He's afraid of losing members of his team--people he at least considers his friends--because of them doing something stupid.
- Aspirations: To make a name for himself and to make the universe a safer place for those who cannot defend themselves. To get his family out of debt and off Braal. To prove to himself that his humble beginnings don't dictate his path in life.
- Fears: Failure. Honestly, that's his collection of fears summed up in one word. He fears failing his family, failing his team, failing himself...he's terrified of losing the people closest to him, terrified someone will die because he made the wrong decision. It's that fear of failure that drives him to be so strict on his teammates.
- Alias: Cas
- Other Characters: No others here (yet), but I do play Earth-0's Brainiac-5 (teenager and adult), Brainiac-3, and Carrie Kelley on tumblr.
-RP Sample:
Rokk sat at his personal computer console in his quarters, scanning through the weekly reports sent in by each squad about their missions, member assessments...basically the boring "paperwork" and formalities no one else really cared to do. A handful of the reports were just complaints about Brainiac-5's attitude problems, most of which Rokk simply rolled his eyes at and scrolled on past, filing them away in the "Deal With it Later" folder on his console; he may as well have just labelled it "Dox", but the Coluan would probably find it somehow and use it to add to his own list of "formal complaints" about...everything.
There were days that trying to keep the peace felt like trying to use his magnokinesis on a durasteel-plastic ship slowly sinking through the atmosphere: Impossible.
The Braalian rubbed at his temples, slouching in his chair and closing his eyes; he was grateful for Imra, honestly, since most of the team seemed to favor her and they listened when she told them to cool off. Garth...well, he always seemed to either encourage or antagonize, but at least he kept the others busy and they liked him. If it weren't for them, Rokk wasn't sure he would have been able to bring them all together on his own, much less keep them together. Rokk was, typically, "all-business" and that didn't sit well with the more carefree and headstrong in their group.
<BREEEP>
Rokk peeked one eye open, the blinking red light on his screen immediately grabbing his attention; a message had come through while he was dozing, apparently. Sighing heavily, Rokk flicked his finger and a tiny metal ball tapped against the screen, opening the message. As suspected, it was another complaint report, this time from the Science Police regarding the damage done to the city park that the Legion had, unfortunately, trashed during their last patrol when they ran into a group of thugs who had just robbed a military equipment R&D department. He felt pathetic as he typed up and sent off the damage report to Brande. He hated the idea of wasting someone's money, but when his teammates were busy avoiding high-energy laser fire there was little time to really think about where they were diving to for cover...
Rubbing his eyes with one hand and distractedly circling four little metal "stress balls" over his other hand, Rokk wondered if he really had what it took to lead this crazy team if he was always feeling as if he were demoted to "glorified paper-pusher".
<*BREEEP* "Um...hey, Rokk? Something in the kitchen just exploded...again...">
Rokk's hand tensed and three of the metal balls shot across the room and embedded themselves into the wall. "Sprocking children," he grumbled, "are going to be the death of me."
He ignored the train of thought that attempted to remind him that they were all basically the same age.
