Rick Sanchez

ants in my eyes johnson

Looks super cool, I'm always a slut for crossovers and I've been chafing at the bit to play this specific version of my favorite marvel char anyways. I have a problem.

What is this, abuse the Toad day?

_{Todd Tolensky.
Toad.
X-Men: Evolution.
Canon.
17YRSO.
Factionless.}

Appearance: Kinda greasy-lookin'. His spine is curved, making it easier to crouch longer than the average person. His gait is bow-legged and hunched while walking; on four legs, hopping, he kind of flails a bit. He has a noticeable Brooklyn accent, though some of his colloquialisms seem as if they've been borrowed from television or comic book characters (and, oh, they have been).

Personality: About as slimy as his abilities from the outside, Toad is a twerp and if there's anything he enjoys more than annoying other people, it's pick-pocketing. A veteran opportunist, he's in it to win it scrape by and make some profit for his own damn self. There's some genuine depth and hurting underneath; he struggles with a clusterfuck of abandonment issues and lacks self-esteem entirely, but his fake-it-til-you-make-it outlook does a fantastic job of covering it.

Tolensky's surprisingly loyal, even submissive and passive towards what he's often aware is abuse if just for the sake of receiving some sort of affection from someone. He purposely belies his intelligence, despite being a very talented mechanic and more intuitive than one would assume--he's a good in-field thinker, logical but emotionally aware. But mostly, he just goes out of his way to annoy people.

Abilities: (Wiki article? Wiki article.), Thievery, some combat, Mechanical Engineering & Programming, annoying OP daughters of Magneto
Equipment: Think Ray Park's costume for the first X-Men movie, spandex hides X-gene from most scanners, shin guards are titanium alloy

Background: Born in to a poor couple in NYC, with a long list of "birth defects", Todd could have never had it easy growing up. His father split as soon as the nurse handed him a jaundiced, rail-thin baby with bugging eyes, and Mama didn't stick around much longer either--at age five the boy was lost to the system. Bounced from foster home to foster home and picked on mercilessly for his appearance by his peers, Tolensky's personality and grades suffered for it.

After failing middle school, he was approached my Raven Darkholme--Mystique--and was recruited as the Brotherhood of Bayville's first boarder, only somewhat non-consensually^{see footnote}. Of course, Mystique trained him when she could, but he was never all that good at fighting and had been better suited for stealth ops. And since Pietro joined two weeks after him (who could run into a S.H.I.E.L.D. base, steal their files and release their incarcerates, poke out Fury's other eye, and then run back out again all in the span of a few seconds) the Toad very quickly became renown as the Most Useless Member of the Brotherhood Boys.

After the spiel with mutants being outed to the public by that super-scary douchebag, Mags, who Todd happened to work for at the time, and then the whole Apocalypse thing, the Brotherhood found themselves not arguing as much with the X-Men--heck, even working with them more often--and Todd drifted away from his teammates.

One and a half years later finds the him more of a gadgeteer genius than he'd already been. An unattractive highschool dropout with no real aspirations and quite a few people who disliked him, Todd was looking for a way to escape; when some old hobo popped out of nowhere during a very dark moment in his life, told him the answer was in the box, and then proceeded to fuck off to another dimension, the teenager wents nuts trying to decipher what ancient proverb he'd been dealt.

Some 200 overcomplicated, failed attempts at creating a portal device using Forge's old tech and he figures it out. It's literally just a goddamn box. Hell's bells.

(Footnote: Mystique is a scary lady.)

Nefarious (Crossover rp)

Mort blinked and took a minute to decipher meaning from her broken speech. "Your ship, huh? It's alright. There's mainland somewhere."

He glanced at the girl, and then stopped to listen to the disruption, brow quirked.

@yukisaa@RhineQueen

Nefarious (Crossover rp)

Toynbee eased up a bit and shrugged at the ginger, before turning to the rose-colored woman. "You any more decisive than your friend? I'd kinda like to get outta here."

@RhineQueen

False Paradise

One of those missing two had tripped himself in a panic when his sulking was interrupted by a strange rendition of Good Morning, America, as broadcasted by a nearby digital advert, a few blocks off from our protag trio. Someone had spiked the volume (when did billboards get the aux cord?) up enough that Clem could hear its annoyingly perky hosts from across the street. What was with this neighborhood? He folded his arms and quirked an eyebrow, swaying to look at the couple from his spot on the concrete where he'd fallen as if they could see his attitude through the screen.

Annoyance morphed into confusion as their report progressed, and then a sickly low feeling when he saw his own face (it wasn't even a nice picture, in his opinion).

"New arrivals"? Had he been kidnapped and taken to some freaky hippie-psycho socialist community? But--that was a guy from the end of the 21^st century? Aw, no way in hell. He had to be dreaming. Or dead. Maybe this was heaven?

Cue vaguely hysterical laughter. Clem slumped into the back of the park bench, smacking the base of his skull into it methodically.

False Paradise

Thirty minutes ago, Clem had woken up on concrete.

Now, passing out on sidewalks? Nothing new, in itself. The teen had grown into quite the street rat in the past few years, and getting into a fight every now and then was apart of the job. Y'know--"boys will be boys", that sort of thing. If the situation were any different, he would've guessed that a few of Rodriguez' boys had been sent after whichever one of them they could get their hands onto after last Saturday. Famous sore losers.

So he'd been in the wrong place at the wrong time, they'd caught him, and his head hit the curb too hard. That's why he couldn't remember last night. It didn't matter, his head was too screwed up for brain damage to change much.

The only problem was that when he woke up, nothing hurt.

A half hour finds the young boy panicking. There's a lot--like, seriously, a lot--wrong with the entire situation. First off, why is he wearing ugly scrubs?

Second, he has no idea where he is. Wherever this is, it sure as hell ain't in Cincinnati--heck, he doesn't think he'd find something like this in Ohio, or any of the other 49 states. Clem's been riding the metro to hell and back since age 10 and has never seen anything like the mismatched slates of mud and brick and then classy, polished steel, worthy of the World Trade Center. He's fairly certain half of these buildings are taller than the towers.

So he paces, muttering to himself with his head in his hands, and digs his fingernails so deep into his scalp that it should hurt but it doesn't and it's really, really weird and it pisses him off. When an older woman with understanding eyes walks up, Clem runs. If she asks him why he's not in school and if he needs to borrow a phone, calls him "Dear" or something of that caliber, he'd snap and strangle her with the sleeves of his gross new threads. And since she looked really nice, he doesn't want that to happen.

He stops at a park that's so much prettier than Dempsey would ever be and it serves to make him angrier. He picks up the nearest object--a baseball that he was sure wasn't there a moment before--and chucks it at the nearest fixture--a bench--because if he doesn't get the frustration out somehow he's going to pop a blood vessel. Or maybe cry, and that'd be really embarrassing. The ball flies backwards and bounces four times before getting caught in a depression in the sidewalk where a little patch of Johnny Jump-Ups are growing. He watches it roll away and turns to kick the bench, but the pain in his foot doesn't last long enough for the swear words to leave his mouth.

With a sharp sigh, he sits down on the arm of the bench and tries to calm down, glaring daggers at anyone who tries to get too close.

False Paradise

_{I know what you do out of passion,
but that only makes it harder on me,
and I know that you're scared of the notion
but we become who we're meant to be.}

Name ‣ Clement Reid
Age ‣ 15
Level ‣ 1

Appearance ‣ A short boy with wiry, whip-like muscles and a sharp grin, he has a boxer's physique. A few of his dreads have been bleached, and he has light golden eyes to complement them.

Biography ‣ Clem was born on March 23, 1979 in Cincinnati, Ohio. A few months prior to his birth, his mother, Judy Kozlowski-Reid, was forced to move in with her parents after being evicted from her apartment in Pittsburgh. She'd also had another child with Clem's father; Tabitha Reid, born in 1975.

❮ 1979 - 1986 ❯

Hider

Clem was considered a problem child who talked too loud and thought too little. His grandparents insisted on sending him and Tabby to a private school when they came of age, and while his sister did very well in school, Clem did not.

Between his sister's apparent dislike of him, his mother's lack of time, and his problems understanding basic materials, Clem resorted to playing practical jokes to stave off boredom (and hurt feelings). From kindergarten to third grade, his try-hard approach to socializing didn't win him any friends during recess.

❮ 1986 - 1991 ❯

Hider

Judy graduates college and ushers her tiny family away from their overbearing, hypocritical grandparents, sparing Clem from his private school angst. They move into what Clem believes to be "half a house" in the downtown neighborhood and Clem's room is on the second floor, where his window opens up onto the roof. It becomes his favorite spot.

When they move, Judy starts working long hours to support them and pay back her parents what she owes them. Clem and Tabby get home around three-thirty-ish, eat whatever their mother left for them before she gets back (usually around eight). By the time she gets home, Clem's already supposed to be asleep, but Tabby's lead on him is weak and waits anyway. Judy's usually too tired to do much, but makes him go to bed at nine.

Public education is much kinder to him. The classrooms are over-populated and everyone's so talkative that he blends in seamlessly, and during the fourth grade he makes quite a few friends. The best part is that he never has to see Tabby during the day--there's way too many kids.

His group of friends (they call themselves the "Ocecats" and join bloodied hands while they're hanging out at Joey's after school, claim they're all brothers now, and Clem's happy because the seven of them are so much better than Tabitha would ever be) become his only focus during school days, seeing as how he doesn't understand anything his teachers give him anyway.

During the fifth grade, they fight kids over a few tables in the cafeteria and suddenly they have a territory, and Clem feels like he's apart of something important. In the sixth grade, the majority of their clique has moved to the middle school and they start arguing over their collective moniker like it's a band name--first Ocecats, but then someone says it sounds kiddish, and then it's Ocelots, then that'd be submitting to a rival if they were called "Snakes" or something so they change it to Bobcats, then Cougars, then Kit-Kats. Finally, McNeil, who's in the seventh grade and is the oldest, tells them they're all being stupid.

Sometimes, Clem stays over at his friends' houses for days, not wanting to go home where his family ignores him unless he messes something up. When he's staying with Nikki or Shiloh, someone's always in the house because they have too many siblings to count. And when he's at Morty's, the shorter boy (the only one in the gang to be so who's not a girl) talks to him all night and doesn't roll his eyes when he says something stupid.

❮ 1991 - 1994 ❯

Hider

Their mother dies in a car accident when he's twelve. It happens so quickly, all Clem has time to think about is how her funeral costs more money than her house did, and how stiff and tired-looking (he can see the resemblance to her daughter, this way) his grandma is when she tells them they'll be moving back in.

His sister graduates her sophomore year with honors but she cries all night. It's the last night he sees her, either; he runs away the next morning. He doesn't want to leave his friends behind for his holier-than-thou, racist relatives.

For the next four years, Clem's been rotating between different friends' houses. He stays at Morty's the most, because Morty's parents are the only ones who know the details of his situation, and agreed to let him stay as long as he keeps going to school (and stays off the streets).

Special Skills ‣ ---
Special Items ‣ ---

Nefarious (Crossover rp)

He looked at the three figures, which had seemingly turned to do the same, then back at the sixteen-year-old. Deciding that Alex could catch up (and that he'd be better off lagging behind Mort, if the strangers were hostile) he prepared to jump. In two powerful leaps he'd closed the distance between himself and the three, and came to a skidding halt. His stance was low and defensive, half-crouched if the need to jump again became apparent, but he smiled as appeasingly as he could manage.

The one who passed as human from a distance returned no strange traits up close, seeming to be a cute, normal girl in cute, non-affiliate clothes, but Toynbee knew better than to assume that meant she was powerless. For all he knew, she could shoot lasers out of her face, that'd be brilliant in his situation--or she could be a homo sapien, and she'd curl her lip at him or worse, start screaming. It seemed unlikely with the company she kept; that bush of pink had become a long-haired, oddly-portioned lady (he could only assume) with a blank, creepy face that reminded him of a guppy or something of that nature. And the hump? Now an actual fucking turtle, standing on two legs and large enough to squash Mort if it wanted. And what was with the orange wraps?

So, two mutants at least. Sure, it made him feel better about himself, but that didn't mean they weren't going to attack him.

Keeping his coiled, tense posture, the green mutant put a hand on his skinny, sharp hip, used the other to brush his curls to the side, and winked at the pretty ginger--as if that would win him favors. "Hello, luv. You look like a girl who knows where she's going. Mind giving directions?"

@RhineQueen @yukisaa @Letmehaveone2

ants in my eyes johnson

_{I know what you do out of passion,
but that only makes it harder on me,
and I know that you're scared of the notion
but we become who we're meant to be.}

Name ‣ Clement Reid
Age ‣ 15
Level ‣ 1

Appearance ‣ A short boy with wiry, whip-like muscles and a sharp grin, he has a boxer's physique.

Biography ‣ Clem was born on March 23, 1979 in Cincinnati, Ohio. A few months prior to his birth, his mother, Judy Kozlowski-Reid, was forced to move in with her parents after being evicted from her apartment in Pittsburgh. She'd also had another child with Clem's father; Tabitha Reid, born in 1975.

❮ 1979 - 1986 ❯ Clem was considered a problem child who talked too loud and thought too little. His grandparents insisted on sending him and Tabby to a private school when they came of age, and while his sister did very well in school, Clem did not.

Between his sister's apparent dislike of him, his mother's lack of time, and his problems understanding basic materials, Clem resorted to playing practical jokes to stave off boredom (and hurt feelings). From kindergarten to third grade, his try-hard approach to socializing didn't win him any friends during recess.

❮ 1986 - 1991 ❯ Judy graduates college and ushers her tiny family away from their overbearing, hypocritical grandparents, sparing Clem from his private school angst. They move into what Clem believes to be "half a house" in the downtown neighborhood and Clem's room is on the second floor, where his window opens up onto the roof. It becomes his favorite spot.

When they move, Judy starts working long hours to support them and pay back her parents what she owes them. Clem and Tabby get home around three-thirty-ish, eat whatever their mother left for them before she gets back (usually around eight). By the time she gets home, Clem's already supposed to be asleep, but Tabby's lead on him is weak and waits anyway. Judy's usually too tired to do much, but makes him go to bed at nine.

Public education is much kinder to him. The classrooms are over-populated and everyone's so talkative that he blends in seamlessly, and during the fourth grade he makes quite a few friends. The best part is that he never has to see Tabby during the day--there's way too many kids.

His group of friends (they call themselves the "Ocecats" and join bloodied hands while they're hanging out at Joey's after school, claim they're all brothers now, and Clem's happy because the seven of them are so much better than Tabitha would ever be) become his only focus during school days, seeing as how he doesn't understand anything his teachers give him anyway.

During the fifth grade, they fight kids over a few tables in the cafeteria and suddenly they have a territory, and Clem feels like he's apart of something important. In the sixth grade, the majority of their clique has moved to the middle school and they start arguing over their collective moniker like it's a band name--first Ocecats, but then someone says it sounds kiddish, and then it's Ocelots, then that'd be submitting to a rival if they were called "Snakes" or something so they change it to Bobcats, then Cougars, then Kit-Kats. Finally, McNeil, who's in the seventh grade and is the oldest, tells them they're all being stupid.

Sometimes, Clem stays over at his friends' houses for days, not wanting to go home where his family ignores him unless he messes something up. When he's staying with Nikki or Shiloh, someone's always in the house because they have too many siblings to count. And when he's at Morty's, the shorter boy (the only one in the gang to be so who's not a girl) talks to him all night and doesn't roll his eyes when he says something stupid.

❮ 1991 - 1994 ❯ Their mother dies in a car accident when he's twelve. It happens so quickly, all Clem has time to think about is how her funeral costs more money than her house did, and how stiff and tired-looking (he can see the resemblance to her daughter, this way) his grandma is when she tells them they'll be moving back in.

His sister graduates her sophomore year with honors but she cries all night. It's the last night he sees her, either; he runs away the next morning. He doesn't want to leave his friends behind for his holier-than-thou, racist relatives.

For the next four years, Clem's been rotating between different friends' houses. He stays at Morty's the most, because Morty's parents are the only ones who know the details of his situation, and agreed to let him stay as long as he keeps going to school (and stays off the streets).

Special Skills ‣ ---
Special Items ‣ ---

False Paradise

{moved}

There don't seem to be a lot of JoJo inspired works here. Lemme fix that.

Hypppppeeeee

Hell, sure man.