#after this incident of blonde accidentally taking blue teams target

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and glasses defends white hair more than once apparently.. interesting....

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it’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s ALEX SUMMERS / HAVOK, a HERO from MARVEL! HE is 26 years old and look an awful lot like JAMES REID. i hear that they work as UNEMPLOYED. rumor has it they were AGAINST the Accords and ARE registered under the new laws. i wonder what they’ll find with their new beginning!

basics —

FULL NAME: alexander “alex” summers ALIAS: havok BIRTHDAY: february 14th AGE: 26 PLACE OF BIRTH: honolulu, hawaii CURRENT RESIDENCE: new york, new york HEIGHT: 5’8” SPECIES: mutant EYE COLOR: blue HAIR COLOR: blonde AFFILIATIONS: x-men, avengers (formerly) EDUCATION: masters in geophysics with some doctoral research completed ALLERGIES: tomatoes BIRTH FAMILY: scott summers (older brother), jean grey (future sister-in-law), gabriel summers (younger brother), christopher summers (father), katherine summers (mother, deceased), philip summers (grandfather), deborah summers (grandmother), nathan summers (nephew), rachel summers (niece), hope summers (grandniece) ADOPTIVE FAMILY: andrew blanding (father), joanna blanding (mother), haley blanding (older sister), todd blanding (older brother, deceased) SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: biromantic MARITAL STATUS: single LIKES: stephen king books, west side story, surfing DISLIKES: cauliflower, his short-temper

origin —

alexander summers is the son of christopher summers (a test pilot for the united states air force) and katherine ann summers. he has an older brother named scott that’s six years older than him which makes alex their second child. their father was away a lot, leaving the three of them alone more often than not. scott was always happy to help look after his baby brother — something that never quite changes. alex always waited outside to see scott come home from school, and would run to him.

one day the brothers were flying home with their parents on a vintage private plane. they were meant to be coming home from a family vacation, but their plane caught fire while in the air. unfortunately they only had one parachute on board. alex who was still young at the time was clinging to his older brother while crying about what was going on. he didn’t quite understand, but their mother was setting the boys up with the only parachute available. they got pushed out the door by katherine, and alex continued to hold onto his brother. scott held onto him so tight that there was bruises on alex’s arms. he shielded him from seeing the plane go down in flames. scott used his optic blasts for the first time to slow their descent after their parachute caught fire too. they were orphans now, and alex continues to stay close to his brother everywhere they went.

they both ended up being hospitalized after the incident. After two weeks the boys left the hospital to be placed in the State Home for Foundlings — an orphanage in Omaha, Nebraska. they were subjected to a battery of tests and experiments by the owner, mr. milbury. which was an alias for an evil geneticist named Sinister. alex didn’t know what to think about the orphanage, afraid of it so he would hide behind scott when anyone approached them. ainister ended up separating them by adopting alex out to the blanding family.

andrew and joanna blanding adopted alex into their family. they recently lost their son todd in a car accident. he wasn’t completely alone, gaining an older sister named haley who looked out for him the best she could. his adoptive parents would pressure alex into being a replacement for todd. he was forced to join the football team as a quarterback because that used to be the position todd played on the team. alex didn’t have any interest in the sport at all, preferring basketball if anything, but tries his hardest to please them. haley would help alex escape from awkward situations if she could.

it turns out todd’s death wasn’t an accident, but instead was killed by someone named vincent. one day while alex and haley were walking home vincent kidnapped them. he was angry and even accused alex of stealing his spot on the football team in the past. the attack causes alex to manifest his mutant abilities for the first time. although his plasma blasts accidentally incinerated the boy into bones and ash. his sister tried to clam him down, saying that they couldn’t tell anyone about what happened.

what alex didn’t know is that sinister has been keeping an eye on him all this time since he was adopted. so he came forward that night to place psi-blocks on both alex and haley so they would forget everything that happened that night. alex has no idea about his mutant powers the next day or the fact he killed vincent.

alex didn’t realize that he was a mutant until he became eighteen. his archeology professor ahmet abdol was also a mutant — who ended up kidnapping him. it was all part of a plan to use the ambient cosmic radiation from alex’s body to attain his latent potential. the energy transformed abdol into the living monolith — a gigantic mutant with vast cosmic power. the strain of abdol’s technology on alex made his mutant powers resurface again. the monolith was defeated by the x-men, and this is when the summers brothers got reunited after all these years. alex’s older brother scott became the x-men’s field leader known as cyclops.  

alex decided to stay in the egyptian desert because he wasn’t able to control his shock waves yet. although soon as the x-men left a sentinel captured alex. he was taken to the headquarters of larry trask. it was here that trask gave alex the codename havok.  he was given a suit that displayed his build up of cosmic energy within him. eventually the x-men freed the captive mutants here, and alex finally went with his brother to civilization. the x-men started to help alex train so he could keep his energy in check. he eventually mastered it to only release it when he wished to.

he left to go finish his degree after gaining control over his powers. he continued to be a member of the x-men, but it was important to finish his geophysics studies. he decided to transfer to a college in new york to be close to scott while completing his masters.

the registration —

after arriving much too late to the park, alex didn’t handle the news of his older brother dying well. while upset he accidentally incinerates several trees around him with his plasma blasts. this doesn’t go unnoticed. soon enough an inhibitor collar is put around his neck and he was sent to a cell on the raft for his destructive behavior. he spends the next several weeks locked up, mourning scott.

eventually they approach him with an offer since nobody was actually hurt by his display in the park. they decide to let him walk free on one condition. he is forced to register. they didn’t give him much choice, and claimed they were doing him a favor with this. alex is told to be thankful that they didn’t put a tracker under his skin. as if being spared from that should make him feel better about being forced to register.

it makes him feel sick.

he just got out of the raft, and put back into society which is how alex finds out scott is alive again. he doesn’t understand how, but worries about how his brother will react to what happened to him. the guards in the prison weren’t exactly the kindest to him since they would rough him up just for being a mutant.

powers and abilities —

alex is an alpha-level mutant

AMBIENT ENERGY CONVERSION: absorbs ambient cosmic energy into the cells of his body and processes it into plasma. this results in control over an extremely powerful sort of destructive force. at times he is not entirely able to control this ability, which sometimes makes him a danger to those around him unless he wears a special containment suit to assist him. alex’s body is constantly in the process of absorbing cosmic radiation. upon the total expenditure of all his available energy, it takes his body about 16 ½ hours to recharge to its peak level unless he absorbs a large amount of energy at once. the act of concentration involved in releasing his energy in anything other than an omni-directional wave is physically exhausting for alex if he continues it over an extended period of time. he can absorb cosmic energies from his environment (such as starlight, x-rays, and gamma radiation) and store them within his body cells, metabolizing the energy in order to generate plasma wave discharges that super-heat and disintegrate objects or create concussion bursts by violently displacing air molecules in his path. his ability to absorb energy is so great that he was able to survive being dropped into a large star, and use it’s energy to augment his powers.

ENERGY ABSORPTION: not only can alex passively absorb cosmic energy from his environment but has shown he can willingly absorb, store, and re-process various other energies from other sources through conscious force of will. he showcased this aspect once when he was thrown into a star.

PLASMA EMANATION: ability to shoot or emanate plasma in the form of a blast or discharge, with a tell-tale concentric circle pattern. these waves will emanate from his body in all directions unless he purposefully tries to channel them in a single direction, usually along the length of his arms. this results in control over an extremely powerful sort of destructive force. when havok strikes an object with the waves of intensity of hot plasma, the sudden vast jump in temperature will often cause objects to shatter, explode, or seemingly disintegrate. should havok direct his energy at the lowest level, he can project it towards a human being and his target will suffer a severe headache but will not burn up.

FLIGHT: can also use stored energy for flight by directing it as a downward thrust. at full energy capacity he has an easier time managing his energized propulsion through his powers.

HEAT IMMUNITY: virtually immune to the effects of most forms of heat.

RADIATION IMMUNITY:  virtually immune to the effects of most forms of radiation.

GENIUS LEVEL INTELLECT: well educated in geophysical sciences.

EXPERT MARTIAL ARTIST: he was taught by wolverine.

IMMUNE TO SCOTT’S OPTIC BLASTS.

[vilevenom]

I just tried using my tablet to type this up, and let me just say...that is so painful. Maybe it’s because it’s only an 8 inch screen, so the keyboard isn’t that big, but holey moley. Never again. Anyway, this is obviously not an original idea by any means, but I figured I’d give it a shot. Also, this started to get away from me, so I’m posting the first part for now. I only have some vague ideas as to where I want it to go, so...yeah. So far, so good though! Fandom: Mystery Skulls animated Post-music videos When Vivi had mentioned going to investigate a new case, this hadn’t really been what Arthur had signed up for. Vampire!Arthur AU Part 2/Part 3/Part 4

Of course Vivi had begged them to go to this stupid house she’d heard about while hanging around the lobby of the hotel they’d managed to afford for the night. And of course it was one of those giant mansion type houses with foreboding iron gates covered in dead vines that sent a full body shiver up Arthur’s spine. And of -fucking- course it wasn’t a ghost in the house, such as Vivi had neglected to tell them until they were already in the front foyer. “Well, I figured, you know, we already /have/ a ghost on our team, and we’ve dealt with enough in the past. Why not change things up a little?” She’d grinned at them and Arthur had resigned himself to her whims, even as Lewis let out a derisive snort and Mystery rolled his eyes at her side. But the real kicker? As with all of their recent ‘excursions’ since Lewis had rejoined the team, Arthur found himself to attract whatever they were looking for. Mystery had told him, once, that it was because the demon that had possessed him left a sort of hole in his natural defenses, making him an easy ‘target’, as it were, for anything supernatural. That fact certainly didn’t comfort Arthur in the least bit as he barreled down yet another hallway, lungs burning and legs cramping as he did his best to keep ahead of the thing gnashing its teeth shortly behind him. As a matter of fact, all it did was make him mentally curse whatever had decided this should be his life now and wish Vivi had a spell that would keep him hidden from all the nasties that they inevitably came across. “GUYS,” Arthur shouted as loud as his limited oxygen would allow him, wishing he hadn’t wandered away from Mystery to investigate a rather gorgeous, if dusty, grand piano he had spotted through a doorway back down the hallway they had walked down. And had his legs taken him in the direction he’d known Mystery was in when the thing had sprung out on him? Of course not. He’d jumped about a mile in the air, booked it out of the room and back down the stairs he’d come up minutes before. Lewis and Vivi had headed to the basement, so perhaps that was where he’d subconsciously gone for. Or he’d thought the stairs would slow his pursuer. Only, not so much. The creature had simply jumped over the decorative banister, dark clothing and long, greasy hair wiping around it’s head and it landed with a loud thud in front of Arthur, causing the blonde to skid to a halt and lose precious seconds as he turned and fled as quickly as he could. “GUYS,” he shouted again, finding himself circling through the kitchen for what felt like the third time as he dodged swiping claws and ducked through another doorway. Everyone else had to have heard him by known. Mind, with how he was winding his way through the main floor of the expansive house, he wasn’t overly surprised they hadn’t located him yet. He was, after all, trying his damnedest to be as elusive as possible. Watching his footing probably would’ve gone a long way towards helping him achieve that goal. Arthur gasped as he felt the toe of his sneaker snag the overly ornate carpet on the floors, causing him to stumble. Two seconds of delay, at most, was all the creature needed to be on Arthur and slam him into a wall, pinning the mechanic with a wiry, but strong arm across his chest. All the air in the mechanics lungs left him in a gush as he was pinned, his back going ram rod straight as he felt the things oddly cold, but distinctively moist breath puff against his face as he finally got a good, solid look at it. Eyes black as pitch seemed to stare straight through him between strands of greasy black hair as it grinned widely, elongated canines glinting at him in the half light of the room. “Little bugs, came unwittingly into my web,” it cooed, its voice grating on Arthur’s ears, obvious that it hadn’t been used in a long while. He flinched as it tilted its head forward, sucking air through its nose as it quite obviously inhaled Arthur’s sent, causing the frozen mechanic to let out an involuntary squeak. “Such pretty smells,” it practically purred, its cold nose pressing suddenly into Arthur’s neck as it tugged his shirt collar and vest to the side with its free hand. Arthur found his voice failing him as he tried to bring himself to scream for the others, to alert them to his location so it would be easier to find him. To come and do something as this creature (’vampire’ his mind hissed at him, though it was less than helpful at this point) took its time in luxuriating in his scent. His skin crawled as it ran its nose further along his skin, shuddering in disgust as it suddenly darted its tongue out to lave at his collar bone. This was it. He was going to die here, lost in some overly huge mansion, his blood sucked dry by this vampire that Vivi had neglected to tell him about (She’d said it was humanoid and that people were disappearing. It really should have clued them in at least a little). He hadn’t even gotten back into the swing of things with Lewis yet, and now he was going to die. Maybe he’d become a ghost, as well. At least his friends knew he wasn’t a cold blooded murderer. That was something, at least. What would they tell his uncle? Accidentally eaten by a vampire? Unfortunate blood letting incident? His thoughts were cut short by the vampire chuckling into his ear. It was obviously satisfied and done with smelling him. “Bet you’ll taste just as good as you smell,” and that was all the warning Arthur had before he felt the sickening slice of its teeth sinking into the junction of his right shoulder and neck, a scream loud enough to rattle windows finally ripping free from his throat. The noise didn’t seem to deter the vampire, naturally, as it simply shifted the clamp of its jaw on Arthur, tearing into his skin to produce more blood for it to eagerly lap up. And that was when he finally heard distant shouting coming his way, accompanied by the thumping of Vivi’s footsteps, and Lewis’ lack thereof. “Better late, than never,” he chuckled, before gasping in pain as the vampire redoubled its hold on him, crushing his body more firmly into the wall as it downed his blood in mouthfuls. “ARTHUR!” Lewis’ voice rang out, before Vivi came into the room like a whirlwind, spell book in hand with Mystery and Lewis hot on her heels. At least, that was what Arthur thought it was. Everything was sort of beginning to look like colourful blurs. He could see a flash of purple, before the room took on a bright pink tint. There was a streak of White and black that jumped from behind a blob of blue at the thing still attached to his neck. He was jostled, but the vampire clung to him, its clawed fingers digging into his skin through his close, opening yet more wounds, only these dripped blood onto the carpet, staining the intricate designs a rusty copper red as his vision began to darken at the edges. At least he couldn’t feel the tears in his flesh anymore, even if that meant he also didn’t remember why he was even where he was. “ARTHUR!” Someone was screaming his name as the vampire was finally pulled away from him, his legs giving way as his body fell to the floor in a heap, long streaks of white and flashes of neon pink dancing across his vision, before there was nothing but blue. “Arthur, please! Stay awake! We’ve got you now!” He felt his arms being shifted, and the sound of what he thought might be glass shattering, before he felt himself being lifted into the air, engulfed in warmth and pink replacing blue as he slowly blinked his heavy eyelids. “Stay with us, Artie! Come on, you can do it!” They were running. Or, well, he wasn’t, but he was moving, being carried. He could faintly feel air rushing against his face and the blur of walls and paintings as they moved back through the mansion. He could vaguely recall running past those colours before-before...before what? He was having trouble remembering a time before vivid splotches of colour and pain. Then they were outside, and Arthur could see what he thought may have been stars, cold wind making him shiver as he began to have trouble keeping his eyes open. “Come on, Arthur. You gotta stay awake. We’re gonna get you to the closest hospital, okay? You’ll be okay! You need to stay awake!” Awake? But when his eyes closed it was so much nicer, in the dark. Every time he opened his eyes the blurs of colour he could see were beginning to make him feel nauseous, and everything was becoming darker, anyway. What harm would keeping his eyes closed really do? “No, Artie, come on, man! Don’t-” But that was the last thing Arthur registered as he let his mind slip away from the pain, succumbing to the sweet allure of the dark.  ~ The next time Arthur was aware of the world, he found himself squinting up at bleach white ceilings, and his entire body feeling like it was floating. His mind felt like soup as he blinked heavy eyelids, slowly becoming aware of a weight on his left side. He let his head roll to the side, his eyes taking a minute or two to focus enough to make out a head of bright blue hair resting against the bed to his side. “Vi-?” he rasped, voice scratchy and dry as his throat revolted against the action. Like a shot Vivi’s head came up, red rimmed eyes staring at Arthur, dark circles under her eyes. “Artie?” she gasped, a fresh wave of tears welling in her eyes, “You’re awake! Oh god, Arthur!” She let out a strangled sob, being uncharacteristically mindful as she draped herself over the blonde for a hug. “We were so scared when you fell unconscious. There was so much blood, and that thing got away, and-” “Vi,” Arthur gasped, halting Vivi’s trail of babbling speech, “water.” “Right! Right,” she wiped at her eyes, sitting up and shifting as she reached for a pitcher of water and a glass on the table next to Arthur’s bed. “We contacted your uncle as soon as you were taken in for recovery. We’re still about a day’s drive from home, so he’s still on his way here,” she supplied as she gently tipped the glass to Arthur’s lips, letting him sip at the water slowly, “Mystery was relegated to the van, because they wouldn’t let him into the hospital. I tried to tell them he was a service dog, but they said if we didn’t have papers to prove it, then he wouldn’t be allowed in. Lewis just went out not that long ago to check on him and get me something to eat. I told him I’d be fine and he should hurry back in case you woke up, but here we are.” She let out a humorless laugh, moving the glass away from Arthur as he gave a little grunt to signal he was done. “Thanks, Vivi,” Arthur murmured, offering a tiny smile in her direction, “It’s not like this isn’t familiar territory, though. At least we both remember what happened this time.” “I suppose that’s true,” Vivi chuckled, her smile tired. “Hey, Vivi, they only had a couple things that were edible in the cafeteria besides chocolate pudding and jello, so I commandeered a couple bags of chips and chocolate bars from the vending machine down the hall as well,” Lewis’ voice preceded him as he pushed open the hospital room door, nearly dropping his arm load as his eye landed on Arthur. “You’re awake!” “Hey, Lewis,” Arthur said, lips still curved up in a tiny, exhausted smile, “Can’t say I really want to be with how bright this place is, but hey. Beggars can’t be choosers.” Lewis shook his head a little as he nudged the hospital door shut with his hip, not finding the ‘joke’ very funny. “You’ve been out for about twelve hours, man. You worried us,” Lewis commented as he allowed himself to float across the room, depositing the food he’d brought up onto the bedside table, easily within reach of Vivi. “Sorry.” An apology was Arthur’s knee jerk reaction, and only seemed to earn him twin looks of sympathy from the others. “No need to be sorry, Artie,” Vivi sighed, patting his shoulder as she moved to grab a bag of chips, “We’re both just glad you’re awake and okay, and on the road to recovery.” Arthur nodded a little, his attention only venturing from Vivi to notice that Lewis was staring at him rather intently, the usual sunglasses he wore to cover his supernaturally black and magenta eyes slid down his nose, practically falling off his face. “What? Is my bedhead that bad?” he asked, lifting his hand while being mindful of the needle currently attaching him to a drip next to his bed. He ran his fingers throw his blonde locks once or twice, though it obviously did nothing to dissuade Lewis’ staring. “...Seriously, man, what? You’re staring to freak me out.” “Well, Arthur,” Lewis began, slow and careful, licking his lips needlessly as he fully removed his sunglasses from his face, “I think, uhm...perhaps I know why you find the room too bright. I mean, besides how white everything is normally.” Arthur cocked his head a little to the side, narrowing his gaze in mild confusion and curiosity. “Oh yeah? And why is that?” Lewis cast his gaze around the room for a moment, before snatching up the shiny metal folder/clipboard that held Arthur’s medical papers at the end of the bed and offering it to the mechanic. Arthur gave him a quizzical look while taking the clipboard, shifting it between his hands for a moment. “Uh...Is it something in my files?” he asked, glancing back up at the specter. And then Vivi gasped beside him. “Oh! Oh, no. Oh, Arthur. No, your reflection,” she said, gesturing to the reflective surface of the clipboard, “I didn’t notice before, too excited that your were even awake.” “What are you guys-” he began, before he let his gaze shift to his reflection, it only taking a moment to realize what they were talking about. It was his eyes. Where they were once a vibrant amber, they were now deep red, almost crimson. An involuntary gasp left him as he stared himself down, wishing his robotic arm was attached so he could touch his face and see if this were real. But, of course it was. That thing that had bitten him, he’d connected the dots long before he was rescued as to what it was. He supposed he should be thankful he still even had a reflection to look at. ~ The rest of his hospital stay had been a bit of a blur. His uncle showed up not even a few hours after he’d woken up, fussing a bit over his nephew, before declaring the boy would survive, he was a Kingsman, after all. Though, Arthur could see how his eyes were rimmed with red from exhaustion, and perhaps tears. Lance liked to put up a front in public, but Arthur knew his uncle well enough to take the gruff comment as what it was truly meant to be. Lance was just relieved his nephew made it out of yet another tight spot he’d managed to get himself into. After that, Lance signed Arthur out as he’d been given the go ahead by the doctors, who’d been honestly baffled by Arthur’s quick recovery. Arthur didn’t miss the worried looks Lewis and Vivi exchanged, but instead decided to focus on the repairs he’d have to make to his arm after he’d reattached it and found it had been mildly damaged when he’d been pinned to the wall. His uncle bid the three of them farewell once Arthur was wheeled out of the hospital, much to his chagrin, stating that he’d not get any rest at the shop, with all the noise, and Arthur would probably be better off going back home to the three bedroom apartment he shared with Lewis and Vivi. Plus, his old truck didn’t exactly have the comfiest seats anymore, and Lance had been in such a rush that he’d left his tool box in the passenger seat. The van would provide more comfort and space. He hugged Arthur tightly, before forcing the younger blonde to stoop so he could ruffle his hair and scold him about constantly getting stuck in hospitals. Arthur waved as his uncle left the parking lot, before being startled into falling by an over excited Mystery leaping into his chest. The kitsune licked at his face for a moment with Arthur simply flailing and letting out gasping laughs for a few minutes, before Vivi finally dragged Mystery away with a half-hearted admonishment about Arthur having only just gotten out of the hospital, he didn’t need to go right back in. “C’mon, Artie,” Lewis hummed, helping to hoist Arthur back onto his feet before ushering him into the back of the van. And then they were off, back home to Tempo. Arthur stared out the window absently as the other three took up the front bar seat, watching the clouds as they drifted in the sky. He wondered idly how long he would have to enjoy the sight before he would no longer be able to stand being in the sun.