Warren Worthington | Angel

[jason]

I received a message from my brother across the water

WARREN KENNETH WORTHINGTON

• Name: WARREN WORTHINGTON
  
• Alias: War, Wings, Flyboy
  
• Age: 24
  
• Gender: Male
  
• Species: Mutant
  
• Codename: Angel
  
• Faction: Unaffiliated, Open
  
• Play by (optional): Alex Pettyfer

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He sat laughin' as he wrote the end's in sight

• Likes: Flight, Freedom, Adrenaline Rushes, Power, Wealth
  
• Dislikes: Weakness, Poverty, Being Told No, That He Fears He Is Alone
  
• Appearance:
  
  Born with angelic looks Warren has become a handsome young man. Due to his mutation, Warren has enjoyed above average muscularity that gives him the appearance of an underwear model or natural body builder, with most of his muscle mass centered in his torso and upper arms. He considers himself perfect physically and many would agree as he stands at just over six foot in height. He weighs much less than might be expected at 150 pounds, largely due to his hollow bone structure. He keeps his blond hair in the latest style, just as he does his clothing. Warren must have his shirts and jackets altered to account for the wings that have protruded from his shoulder blades since puberty.
  
  The wide berth of his muscular upper body and narrow hips gives Warren a powerful. lean yet physically imposing presence. His skin is tanned in a natural way that compliments perfect teeth that are often exposed during one of his purposefully charismatic smiles for the paparazzi or for his admirers at the night club he owns, Heaven. For the masses, his bright eyes seem to sparkle with life even as though they question the world around them now. His movements are representative of his agility and strength, though he does make attempts to disguise what he can really do whenever possible. His blond hair and blue eyes help to contribute to the overall image of a golden boy who has managed, somehow, to remain above the fray.
  
  
• Distinguishing Features: He is handsome and he possesses wings that give him a wingspan of more than sixteen feet when extended.
  
• Equipment: Warren pays for technology that helps mask him and the mutants he harbors to safety off of Apocalypse Island. He often wears a harness beneath his clothing to hide his mutation. He keeps weapons nearby whether at home or at the club including a variety of guns and bladed weapons.

So I said goodbye to all my friends

• Mother: KATHRYN WORTHINGTON, 41, deceased
  
• Father: WARREN K. WORTHINGTON II, 44, deceased
  
• Siblings: None
  
• Other Family members: BURTRAM WORTHINGTON, 59, alive - estranged

And packed my hopes inside a matchbox

• Powers:
  
  Warren's primary mutation has given him the ability to fly via natural wings. The bird-like appendages naturally took the form of white feathered wings that first grew from his shoulder blades at fourteen and over a period of weeks grew to their mature wingspan of just over sixteen feet. Each eight foot wing has the ability to work in conjunction with or independently of it's partner at his mere thought. Highly flexible and strong, Warren's wings can crush a healthy adult male's bones with a flick. The strength inherent within these wings is untested, yet, an average goose is capable of breaking a the bones in that same healthy adult man's arm cleanly with very little effort. These wings can be compressed quite easily against his back, though he sometime wears a leather harness to better conceal them.
  
  The rest of his body is adapted for flight as well. Hollow bones, adaptive hearing and above average muscularity(especially in his torso) combine with naturally low body fat percentages and specially adaptive eyes to make Warren a strong, aerodynamic flying machine. Warren can carry or lift 500 pounds. His body produces less fatigue toxins than an ordinary human and under most circumstances Angel can reach average flight speeds of 150 miles per hour without much difficulty. With a tail wind or in a dive he can reach higher speeds, approaching 200 miles per hours, though it requires more effort and concentration to pull out of a dive than a simple glide. Angel's preferred cruising speed for pleasurable flight is 70 miles per hour.
  
  Membranes over his eyes allow him to see great distances with eagle keen clarity and to withstand the pressure of the high speed flights he has become known for. He can read the headline on the page of a newspaper on the New Jersey shore while standing on Liberty Island, for example. He does this by actively focusing and gaining a sort of tunnel vision completely different from his normal, more human, way of seeing. For Warren, this is truly a manifestation of his 'eagle keen eyes.' It works best in short bursts, not something he can comfortably maintain for more than the time it takes him to seek out a landmark along the sprawling landscape beneath him.
  
  His lungs are capable of extracting oxygen from altitudes approaching 30,000 feet, though much higher than that and Warren will begin to lose consciousness. He prefers, however, to maintain a more comfortable 'cruising' altitude of around 10,000 feet. He can only maintain his peak altitude for a matter of moments and sustained flight is possible for a maximum of twelve to fourteen hours. His high metabolism requires that he ingest nourishment regularly or he will grow dangerously weak. He prefers to eat small, healthy meals as his body does not handle food toxins well as they make him feel sluggish. The same could be said for larger meals.
  
  A secondary mutation takes the form of a property within his blood that not only keeps Angel in peak health but may also be used to heal those with a compatible blood type. His blood type is O positive, the universal donor. He must cut himself for others to benefit, as the blood must enter the other person's wound or blood stream to become effective. His blood helps slow the build of fatigue toxins, helps flush out toxins and poisons a bit faster than normal and will heal his injuries - including his wings - at roughly three times that of an ordinary human. It is not clear if this aspect of his mutation would allow him to regrow his wings if he were to lose them. His wings do molt annually, generally near his birthday, shedding and regrowing many of his feathers in the process.
  
  
  
• Weaknesses:
  
  Warren needs room to fly and to maneuver those ever impressive wings. While one of the best hand to hand fighters in the air, in enclosed spaces Warren is at a disadvantage when it comes to using his wings or in terms of flight. In these situations, in many ways, he is no different than any ordinary human male though he is one who has undergone significant training. He does the best he can with what he has and yet he has faced his fair share of tragedy and tests. As a result, as said previously, he isn't always the smooth, confident man he wishes to portray to the world at large.
  
  Although he loves flying and can't imagine life without his precious wings, Warren may have once been willing to trade it all for the chance to be 'normal.' His personality has become darker and it has been a fight to reclaim his former light-hearted self following the death of his parents (if such a thing is even possible). Warren has workaholic tendencies and may use work and his responsibilities as an excuse or well-timed escape from social events or gatherings. He is somewhat emotionally closed off due to his parent's death, unwilling or unable to trust when he probably should. By the same token he is a young man in need of a father figure and can be manipulated or swayed when presented with the possibility of that kind of role in his life. Warren is a risk taker and because of that he may make decisions without thinking them through completely. He has a tendency to believe his own good press and privileged upbringing and doesn't always realize the danger he may be in or put others in as a result
  
  
  
• Skills:
  
  Warren can speak and to a limited extent read several languages fairly well, including Japanese, Italian, German and Spanish (though he does so with a Portuguese flavor because he learned it from one of his father's former servants). He is fluent in English and French. He is a trained and competent pilot of small fixed wing aircraft. He is an avid sports enthusiast and decent rock climber, skier and snow boarder. He is anything but a chef, but he likes to think he cooks a mean stir fry. He has spent the past nine years training his body and is an expert in several forms of martial arts such as Tae Kwon Do, Judo, Muay Thai, Karate, Boxing, Jujitsu, and Ninjitsu. The end effect is that he has adopted his own style in an effort to become as unpredictable as possible in hand to hand combat. Up until now he has only used these skills for sport as he loves to bet on his own prowess.
  
  
• History:
  
  Warren Kenneth Worthington, the third, was a blessing to his parents much as he appeared to be blessed himself. For what his mother and father lacked in affection and closeness, they favored their only child with all that wealth and privilege could offer. For much of his formative years, Warren was for all intents and purposes raised by his father's servants. The household butler, cook and supervising maid were the boy's surrogates. His parents, though they loved him dearly, had little time outside of their societal and corporate obligations for the heir to all they were building.
  
  As a result, young Warren developed twin selves to an extent. The public boy was spoiled by the servants, his every whim seen to with the utmost haste. And the hidden inner child, long suffering in silence as the neglect and lack of parental affection dug itself into the boy's very psyche. The boy grew to love adventure, climbing trees and even the high stone gables of the mansion itself. Tutors complained of Warren's attention span yet enamored themselves with his intelligence and ability to learn quickly. He would often be found missing by the staff, only to be found perched dangerously high on a tree limb outside his parent's parlor where they often entertained their adult guests.
  
  When old enough, Warren was sent to boarding schools where his name carried with it a hefty expectation. Choosing sports, his natural grace and strength made him a favorite of his coaches and peers. In time, Worthington seemed to develop a keen eye toward business, with a visionary outlook that his instructors said had him looking to the skies. Always attractive, the older Warren got the more irresistible and popular he became. Seeming to enjoy every minute of this new life, young Worthington took the superficial affection as genuine and real.
  
  His life changed because of puberty and in some very striking ways. Into his fourteenth year, his back and shoulders began to cause him growing discomfort and to his great surprise tiny wing like appendages sprouted from his shoulders. Worried about what others might think, Warren hid them from everyone around him. Angel even went so far as to try and remove them with an assortment of borrowed kitchen knives and files. One afternoon Warren was discovered by his father standing in a sea of blood and feathers as he continued to try and deny the truth of what he had become.
  
  This knowledge created an unquestionable strain between father and son, starting a chain of events that would lead to horrible fight between the two. Moody and hormonal, Warren refused to wear a harness for an evening out at the opera. Fearing the worst should his son expose himself, Warren senior grounded his son and as the argument escalated in a discussion of what it meant to be normal and what wasn't. The late thing Warren said to his father was that he hated him. Later that night the elder Worthingtons were killed while being robbed outside of the opera house. Carrying the guilt of what he'd said to his parents, Warren withdrew and following the very public funeral began to feel lost.
  
  Seeking something different, he hired a tutor to travel with him and began to seek out new adventures and methods of learning across the globe - wishing nothing more than to distance himself from home and from his guilt. He poured his anger and resentments into his training, using that energy to focus on learning various forms of martial arts. At first it seemed to be positive for him but then it became clear that it was something of an obsession for him. Returning home four years later to begin university, he began to dabble in night time flights, during which time he stopped a robbery and took possession of a bomb. He flew high, higher than he ever had in an effort to make sure the device didn't injure anyone. A voice inside his mind kept him focused and alert as he disposed of the bomb safely releasing it and then diving away to avoid the blast radius when it did finally explode.
  
  Self absorbed as always, he never discovered who the owner of that voice was but he's always been curious, but not curious enough to actively seek it out. As his college career continued he sought to undertake more and more responsibility at Worthington Industries. Part of his interest fell upon an underused division of the company that had once dealt in military contracts but had long since stopped trying to compete with other companies far better equipped to cater to a nation's needs. He didn't know exactly what he would do with the projects he began then in secret, only that he was sure he'd figure it out when the time came.
  
  He was forced to change his life's goals when Apocalypse descended upon Manhattan five years ago. He turned the top four floors of one of the buildings that he owned on the newly christened Apocalypse Island into a night club and continued to operate Worthington Industries, though many of the factories were refitted for purposes he didn't concern himself with. All that mattered to him at the time was that his life continued as it always had. In many ways, he became nothing more than a beautiful bird trapped within a gilded cage of his own design. There is no way to know, for him at least, whether or not he's saving or condemning himself - only time will tell.

'Cause I know it's time to fly

• Your name: Jason #2 or J.
  
• Years of experience Roleplaying: roughly 10
  
• Where did you find the Reign of Apocalypse? Advert
  
• Name of Song you choose: Night Flight by Led Zeppelin
  
• Roleplaying Sample:
  
  Heaven was a place on Earth and it belonged to Warren Worthington. The man who might have been widely known as no more than the owner of the world's most prominent night club was also secretly known to be an Angel to a select few. For his part, Warren was confident that he'd paid the right people and done well in maintaining not only free enterprise but also in securing his own freedoms. In a time such as this, however, could such secure assurance be purchased by mere money? And in the case of the young playboy, he couldn't help but feel that he was playing a dangerous game.
  
  The club was highly successful at attracting the mutants and humans who had remained free of the camps and factories that seemed to crop up almost daily now. Not all of them came to Heaven seeking merely a night of escape, of fun. Many were searching for a different type of salvation. In some cases, those who came to him seeking help received it - provided that they could pay for it. In other cases those thinking that they were being helped were instead sent off to one of those camps. You see, Warren was trying to play both sides of the conflict. He felt it was simply good business.
  
  The playboy grinned as he took a sip of the expensive gin and let the hint of lime play out against his tongue. The club was hopping tonight and business had been great. He'd sent his quota of errant mutants to the authorities this past month so he felt like he could begin to relax, telling himself that the three he'd saved and given enough money to start new lives was enough. He tried not to consider things like guilt, not when it was becoming clear that things could be a lot worse. For now, he was living the high life. The music was good, so he nodded happily to the DJ. Behind him a voice interrupted his musings, "Mister Worthington. You have a guest." Warren had no idea that his life was about to change.
  
  

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