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C H A R A C T E R I N F O R M A T I O N
Name: Quintavius Quirinius Quire (Quentin Quire for short) AKA Kid Omega.
Canon: Marvel Comics (Marvel 616 / Mainstream Continuity)
Original or Alternate Universe: Original.
Canon Point: End of Wolverine and the X-Men #16, before Wolverine and the X-Men #17.
Number: 013 » 117

Setting: EARTH-616
History:
Not much of Quentin's home life before being enrolled in the Xavier Institute is really outlined. He's got adoptive parents, and his manifested powers are rather potent. He was born on the day that mutants were first revealed to the public. That said, he was a very good pupil, one of Xavier’s prize students. For instance, among other things, he invented an anti-gravity lift for Martha Johannsen's brain jar. However, there was something deeply off about Quentin, something only a few other students had noticed. At least, until he started being open with it.

"You've always encouraged us to dream...
I just wondered what would happen if one of us had a dream you didn't like?"

Quentin's life changed in many ways on the day Jumbo Carnation died. After being informed of that death (and seemingly not caring all too much) Quentin also received a phone call from home, telling him he was adopted. These things combined seem to trip a switch in Quentin, taking him careening down a very different path. Lashing out in emotional distress, he unmasked a popular student whose good looks were a cover-up projection for a more alien body. After seeing the other students’ dismay at his actions, Quentin left the school grounds to study Jumbo Carnation's death scene, scored himself some Kick--a dangerous drug used to magnify mutant powers by at least five times--then finally got himself a haircut, a dye job, and an authority problem.

Upon his return to school grounds, Quentin used his psychic influence to gather together a tiny gang of followers, who kill off several humans that despise mutants and want to take their powers. Once their murder spree was over, Quentin turned his attentions upon the Xavier Institute. His ambitions were simple, first take the school, then take the world. His gang spread out--high on Kick and teenage hubris, they started turning the school upside-down. Chaos ensued, but Quentin's little rebellion didn’t last long.

The Stepford Cuckoos, a group of Emma Frost clones with a gestalt hivemind, led by Sophie Cuckoo, psychologically incapacitated Quentin and released his 'friends' from his invasive, headstrong influence. The riot fell flat. Quentin revealed his entire ambition--he only wanted Sophie to see him, to like him. He had a giant crush on her. In response, the Cuckoos mock this half-cocked motivation. Unfortunately, in order to overpower Quentin, Sophie had ingested Kick to increase her powers and that killed her.

After he's stopped--Quentin's taken away. His body, via increased psychic energy fueled by the constant overdose of Kick, started consuming itself. Quentin's powers evolved and mutated, but the young man's evolution ate away his body. He graduated to a higher form of being, and left the mortal coil behind. As his powers jumped up higher and higher, he remarked about the state of every being on earth, his awareness spreading.

Quentin's new form--a mass of energy--remained in storage, until the Phoenix returned to earth. The Phoenix Force, a form of endless energy concerning life, death, and rebirth of universes, beings, and planets, came to Earth with the intent of destroying it--and while it did not choose Quentin for a vessel (this time, at least), it woke him up. Tempted by the sheer power of the Phoenix, Quentin attempted to resurrect Sophie after breaking free of the glass tube he’d been stored in. Unfortunately, Sophie was pretty grossed out by the prospect, rejected him once again, and chose to remain dead. :(

The Phoenix was more than done with Quentin at that point, and Quentin left again to sulk. We don't see much of him again until Kade Kilgore, young heir to the Hellfire Club, showed up on the scene. Kilgore broke Quentin free of his glass tube, but the youth let Quentin think it was due to his own power. Free and cocky, Quentin proved he’d learned very little. As Scott Summers (Cyclops) and Logan Howlett (Wolverine) addressed the world on Utopia’s intentions (we mutants just want an island of our own and we’ll leave you guys alone, ok?), Quentin arrived and gatecrashed the meeting,making world leaders eject their deepest, darkest secrets through mind-control. “I beat my children and love doing so!” Et cetera. He made a hasty exit before repercussions could fall on his head, much to the other mutants’ chagrin.

Back on Utopia, Scott and Wolverine fought severe criticism and fielded Captain America demanding they find Quentin and hand him over. It just so happened that after they cut communications with him, Quentin appeared with a grin, asking for protection, safety, asylum among his peers. Against their most tempting inclination to turn him over to S.H.I.E.L.D., they give him sanctuary, but Emma Frost keeps Quentin in check with her own powerful psychic abilities. However, due to another conflict--Sentinels, giant mutant-killing robots sent by Kade Kilgore, invading Utopia--Scott was forced to enlist the aid of mutant teenagers and adolescents to help defend the island.

After the conflict resolved, Logan gave Scott and his mutant ‘Utopia’ the finger, deciding that it was never okay to use kids as some sort of back-up attack force in times of need. Leaving the island to start his own school for young mutants, he also took Quentin, who loudly proclaims he’s a ‘political prisoner’. Presumably, he did this to teach the rowdy asshole a lesson in humility and not causing international incidents every few hours left unchecked.

Since then, Quentin’s had his own sundry misadventures at the school, being an asshat and looking for opportunities to cause chaos, holding a deep-seated resentment towards Wolverine the whole time. Despite his misanthropy, Quentin’s also managed to save the Institute several times, once by psychically contacting the sentient island it was built on, convincing it to, y’know, not murder everyone on it. So he’s not been too terrible.
Personality:
Quentin is the disaffected, anti-establishment anarchist teen to a T. Formerly the Good Yet Sulky yet also a Creepazoid Nerd, the youth’s fascination with Jumbo Carnation’s passing drove him to an edgy, oppositional-for-the-hell-of-it kind of way. He wears t-shirts emblazoned with controversial statements--Magneto was Right, Cyclops was Right, Don’t You Ever Feel Like You’ve Been Cheated?, [maybe the Skrillex shirt is a stretch, though.]--extolling the zealotry and seperatist homo superior-should-eliminate-homo sapiens attitudes of those leaders. Quentin’s pretty outspoken on the fact that normal humans should probably die and bow to his mutant superiority. However--as deep as this runs, it seems mostly borne of an inferiority complex and a desire to be noticed. He wants to be showy, and he craves attention.

He’s prone to making fun of others, teasing and being annoyed by those goody-good types. He’s attracted more to the defiant and independent, risk-takers and rebels. He also entertains fantasies of being hugely ripped and surrounded by half-naked women, something of a Conan the Barbarian. Still, his ends are really never all-reaching and pure as he wants to make them seem, usually it’s just something selfish in the end. If his end is an actually conventional ‘good’ notion, Quentin usually tries to explain it away as being something superficial anyway.

His ego is spectacularly important to him, as is his ‘image’--anything outside of that usually pisses him off, and Quentin tries his best to get ‘even’, if pushed hard enough. Still, he dislikes collateral damage, and tries his best not to get too into things. Most important, though, is displaying his abilities and vast superintelligence in the most flashy way possible.

Despite that arrogance, he’s shown potential to be, as his ambition states, the leader of the X-Men, and a future host to the Phoenix Force. Glimpses here and there into his future show he’d become calm, rational and an intelligent fellow, though... right now, it doesn’t look that way at all. The youth’s ambition, at least, is serious--though he gets pretty annoyed with ‘conventional’ ways of being popular or getting his name out there. Quentin’s aversion to the mainstream borders on hipster-ish, though if told that, the kid would probably vomit.

Quentin’s smart, no doubt, but his arrogance can lead him to rather stupid conclusions and ways to implement those conclusions. His methods might not be the cleanest, but to his credit he does try extraordinarily hard when he puts his mind to something. While he might have ten-million brilliant thoughts per second, he doesn’t really put a lot of them to use. It’s a complicated and weird enterprise, but he gets along well enough for his own purposes, aside from occasionally being one-upped and disciplined into sulky submission.

It’s no fun being lonely, is it? You do things you regret when you’re lonely. Act out. Try to hurt people. You’re not a bad soul. I can see that. You just don’t quite know how to express yourself. You’re a mutant. Nobody understands you. Sometimes you don’t even understand yourself. If only I knew someone else that was like that?

Despite all these cocky, over-complicated ego-saving mechanisms, Quentin’s still kind of an ordinary teen deep down. He wants people to like him, and he’s really shy in all actuality, even shaking when dancing with a girl he likes from nervousness. He doesn’t really want to hurt anyone, nor does he want all humans to die. He wants friends and to feel like he belongs and for people to like him. Though ‘feeling like he belongs’ seems a little strong for Quentin. Maybe he just wants to squeak by. For now, he’s just focused on suffering his imprisonment loudly, and taking any opportunities to enterprise and further burden his teachers, because screw y’all.

Abilities, Weaknesses and Power Limitations: Quentin's an Omega-level Mutant with telepathic abilities. Omega-level is basically a classification for mutants with abilities far above and beyond that of average/more common mutants.

First of all, his processing ability is phenomenally high--at the rate of ten million (brilliant!) thoughts formed and organized per second. He's highly intelligent, having designed devices such as anti-gravity floats for his later-archnemesis, Martha Johannsen, who happens to exist as a brain in a sealed canister.

Quentin's also able to read/delve into minds, plucking out information at will, such as 42 ways to kill a man from Wolverine's noggin. He can also create and maintain telepathic links for ongoing nonverbal communication. That said, he can also use mass suggestion powers--either persuading or forcing others to do his will. For example, Quentin, after crashing a massive meeting, forced the world's leaders to eject personal, damaging secrets, but he also simply coerced a group of young mutants to follow him in taking over and attacking the school in which he was enrolled, like a gang with their own matching sweater-vests. In his own words, he can influence one person a lot, or many people a little.

Quentin has also used his powers to temporarily mentally imprison people within a 'game' he created in his own brain space. This took a massive amount of concentration--and he actually willed it to become subconscious and unconscious thought--and took a surprising amount out of Quentin, functionally. He was also able to even send his consciousness to this 'game' itself.

He can also paralyze others and incapacitate them, whether paralyzing their minds, or using their minds to paralyze their bodies. He can also induce amnesia regarding certain memories or simply dampen someone's awareness of those memories.

Another ability of Quentin's is astral projection--he can project himself onto the astral plane or project his astral self on the physical plane, et cetera et cetera. On the astral plane he can control his environment and manifest psionic objects.

Quentin can also hide his presence and the presence of others from other telepaths, varying on the skill level comparisons between him and others. This also means he can track unique presences, able to find, identify, and follow other sentient beings.

As well, he's manifested minor telekinesis-based powers, applying TK while throwing dice to make sure their rolls were exactly as planned.

Finally, Quentin can focus his psychic energy itself into a weapon--though while most telepathic mutants use swords or blades, Quentin prefers a showier shotgun instead.

He's also undergone a secondary mutation, which allowed Quentin to exist non-corporeally, his brain in faster-than-light energy form, and actually on a higher plane of existence. This mutation put him in mental contact with all consciousness on the planet, able to telepathically 'hear' all their thoughts. Despite this, Quentin’s been able to keep his body in a corporeal form, after reconstituting himself the most recent occasion.

Through multiple timelines and the future it's shown that Quentin is definitely a potential avatar/vessel for the Phoenix Force, a massive, endlessly powerful incarnation of the power of life. Speculation says that it's even perhaps destined for him!

LIMITATIONS: Quentin is a psychic of massive proportions, so halfing his natural abilities would still give him the natural range to encompass a large area with passive mind-reading at will. He could comfortably have a range that covers the ship and some area outside of it, but would have to narrow down and choose individuals to ‘read’ anything other than a simple blip on the radar of his mind. His force-shotgun would at least go down in power to, say from buckshot’s effectiveness, to a weak birdshot. His passive control range goes down to maybe two or three individuals at once for direct suggestions and subtle influence.

He loses his ‘transcendent consciousness’ in that his form exists corporeally on this plane. His processing power is brought down to half--instead of being able to function independently and trap people within his mind in a separately running environment, Quentin would have to devote his full concentration and he’d be exhausted much faster, perhaps even just down to within a few hours.

Any other nerfing I’d also be fine with! I plan on having full permissions posts for any mind reading or control or influence, as well. Just let me know what’s up.
Inventory: 12 Sharpie Fine Point Red Markers. Ten plain t-shirts. One pair of gym shorts, one set of school uniform shorts, jacket, and tie. Several pins (affixed onto the jacket) One pair of regular glasses and one pair of yellow-tinted sunglasses, both prescription. Small supply of hair dye (pink). Combat boots (black), pack of socks.
Appearance: Quentin’s short, and those most unscrupulous would deign to call him scrawny. With a shaved head and a pink lazyhawk (that’s a mohawk on its side for you plebes), he presents a punkish sort of look, though freckles and a school uniform (jacket, t-shirt, shorts) that cuts off at the knee doesn’t really keep the image up. His height is a little more sad when it comes to the fact he’s still pretty diminunitive with combat boots. The plain white tee for today has the remark “CYCLOPS IS A MARTYR” in red across his chest.
Age: 16

AU Clarification: n/a.

S A M P L E S
Log Sample: He’s floating. What a particularly unpleasant sensation. Quentin’s eyes slowly peel open and he coughs around the tube in his throat. Trails of bubbles flow from his nostrils--but the fluid drains quickly enough. Shaking his head and slicking his hand back through his hair, he coughs, almost in an offended manner, before he steps out, making a face. This isn’t the first time he’s woken up suspended in fluid, it’s probably not the last, but god is it ever always unpleasant. At least this time, a furry blue mutant isn’t the one greeting him.

Plodding forward, he continues sloughing off the remains of that blue liquid, making a face. Once his hand travels over his arm-- his omega gang symbol’s apparently found a new friend. Numbers. He scratches at them with a nail, almost curious before his eyes roll. “Greaaat,” he drones nasally, eyes narrowed and dark, “get me in front of a mirror and I bet there’ll be an M over my eye, too. Branding mutants like cattle! Just in case the Avengers beating up on the X-Men wasn’t enough.” He makes another disgusted noise as he adjusts his underwear, starting his journey for the lockers. As he slowly regains his mental facilities, something’s already bothering him, but he can’t place his finger on it. Maybe he’s just worn out, or drugged.

He pulls his things out of the box in a haze, grumbling under his breath. It’s not until he’s dressed, pulling bootlaces tight and looping them in a bow, that he realizes part of what’s really ‘off’ about him. His thoughts are slower, somehow, and those voices he hears, there’s a decreased volume. Closing his eyes, he sends out his consciousness, like a net--yeah, there are minds here. But he’s still... operating like he’s under a haze. Great. Must be some sort of power damping in place. That’s the last thing he needs--well, aside from an angry Wolverine on his tail. He supposes that’ll come soon enough.

Comms Sample: [behold, your punky teen leader appears on screen, one pinky firmly up his left nostril in search of ...something]
So here’s the thing. This place sucks, and I can tell that from just twenty minutes of being here. I’m sure some of you losers have been stuck here longer, so let me give you a proposition.

[he grins, extricating his finger and pointing upwards]

Don’t you feel like those guys in charge are screwing around on your dime? How can they run a ship this huge? You’re called crew, given a room and board but really, listen to me. Who else gets fed and kept without pay for reasons unknown to them? Livestock! That’s right. This is probably the slow train to the meat-packing plant, only instead of Daisy the cow and Foghorn Leghorn the chicken, it’s you and me going to feed our new alien overlords!

Are you really gonna take it and passively let those guys run us around? You wanna be dinner for some Xenomorph reject? I don’t! You’re greater than that; I’m greater than that! Let’s take this ship by storm and disassemble this heap of junk from the floor up!

Riot, I say, riot! Band together and we can turn this ship around. We can get home, or maybe better, we can navigate ourselves to distant galaxies full of hot aliens of dubious merit!

Can somebody warn me next time you want to jam my throat full of tube? Ew. Swear I can still feel it in my stomach or something. Yet another violation by the losers in charge! Tracheas aren’t meant for that kind of abuse.

That said, the complimentary jumpsuit’s kind of sexy, but really lacking in the customization department. Thanks, but no thanks. I’d rather go naked than be a cog in your machine!

In closing, blah blah, you inferior humans will die at the awesome might of Kid Omega. Fight the power!

[he flips off the camera with another grin before the feed cuts out.]