Birthplace/Heritage: Napa, California // Jewish-American//American-Mexican Family Social Status: His mother could be considered Upper class, while his father toes the poverty line. Religion: Jewish//Christian. He doesn’t really practice either of his religious backgrounds. Powers: Landon can alter reality to a certain extent. For example, he can change one thing to another. He can easily change a banana to an apple or a computer into a palm pilot. He can also control what happens to a very minimal amount. For example, he can stop a bullet from hitting him, but he can't control a whole fight. Power Limitations: Currently, he has trouble with bigger objects. His training at the moment focuses around mainly vehicles and other large objects. He has only successfully transformed one vehicle, a small car into a rather large amount of toy cars. He is also trying to make his power over reality stronger, by being able to control what happens around him more. Presently, he hasn't developed that aspect. Alias: Shift Current Classes: Literature Geometry History Chemistry P.C. - Controllers Defensive Battle III Offensive Battle III Technology Flight Mutant History
Personal History: Landon's family history is mangled and distorted. His birthdate really set the tone for the rest of his childhood. He was born a stormy night, far away from any hospital. His mother, Jane, who happened to be a wealthy heiress, gave birth to him on her family’s small vineyard vacation home in Napa, California. She had been sent there by her father, an extremely wealthy business tycoon who was constinently in the public eye. He knew that it would hurt his reputation of being ‘the family man with the perfect’ family if anyone found out his daughter was having a child out of wedlock. So, he ordered her to pack all that she would need throughout the pregnancy and shipped her out to the vineyard. Once there, she had a private midwife who was to deliver the baby, and ship him off to his father, who’s name Jane had readily given up.
On the night of his birth, it was cold, colder than it usually was that time of year, but the cottage was warm. It was also riddled with screams of pain. The labor was not an easy one. Once the child was born, Jane refused to look at it, fearing attachment. She already loved the child, and wished dearly that she could keep him, but she also knew that she could not face her father’s consequences if she defied him. She named him Landon, after her grandfather that she had loved very dearly and had spent a great deal of time with as a child before his passing. She quickly fell asleep, tired after the labor. Her dreams were sad ones, ones were her baby died. In a way, they were true. She lost in. But, it was not by death. It was by her domineering fathers orders.
When Jane woke up the next morning, the child was gone, having been taken back to New Mexico. It turns out, Landon’s father, Justin Masters, wasn’t from Santa Fe, like Jane, but from a small town more than a hundred miles away called Zia Pueblo. However, it didn’t matter in the slightest, and the man was tracked down and handed the new born. He would have refused, but he was offered a nice ‘take the baby’ fee of just over $100,000. He’d never seen so much money in his life, and it was all in cash.
Landon Masters: 2bx_stormFebruary 7 2007, 19:59:12 UTC
He’d had no idea that the broad he’d been with was a rich girl. If he had, he would have wanted more than just a one night stand. She’d seen him at a bar when he was in Santa Fe building a new subdivision. She’d had tears in her eyes, but that wasn’t what he noticed. He noticed her looks. He also knew that he was a good looking guy. He went over to her, confident that he could have her in his bed that night. She’d whined about how awful her life was, and how she wanted to do something to hurt her father. He’d suggested going against his wishes in someway. I’m sure you can guess which way.
Anyways, he regretted all of that now. Now he was stuck with some kid that was apparently his. He took the kid inside, and realized that he didn’t have any idea what he was supposed to do now. So, he did what any self respecting man with a child would do. He moved in with his mother. It was with her that Landon was always dumped when his father went out to party or went to work. So, Landon grew up, mainly raised by his grandmother, with his father floating in and out of his life. All of that soon changed.
When Landon was five, his grandmother, who had been diagnosed with lung cancer years before, took a turn for the worse, and died within twenty four hours. This put a stop to Landon and his father’s current lifestyle. No longer could Justin just go party. He had to take care of the child that he had never really loved. So, he brought his partying home. He began to drink very heavily, and along with his drinking came his violence. Whenever Landon would get in his way, he was continently pushed aside or smacked.
This continued on for years, and Landon grew more and more angry at his father, finally all this anger turning into hate. It got so bad that he couldn’t even stand to look at the man, let alone live with him, but he knew he had no other choice. So, he gritted his teeth and went on with his life. He soon found out that he didn’t like very many things that included people. A lot of them were mean and cruel….like his father. So, he became very quiet and shut out the rest of the world.
Then one day, his powers surfaced. His father was on yet another drinking binge, and had beer setting everywhere. Landon hated the stuff, and had vowed that he would never drink. He hated it so much that he just wished it would turn into apple juice…and when his father took a drink of it? It was apple juice. Justin thought that Landon had something to do with it, and he didn’t find it funny. What followed was the worst beating Landon had ever received. Justin, in a fit of drunken rage, busted his lip, blacked both his eyes, and broke his nose. He was nine years old.
Justin kept Landon out of school for a few days, giving his other injuries time to heal, and then took him to the hospital for his nose. The doctor was suspicious, but he didn’t really care to get into his patients personal lives, so no questions were asked. Meanwhile, Landon was very confused. How did that liquor turn into apple juice? And why did it happen right when he wished it so? So, being young and curious, he began exploring his options. He soon discovered that he could do quite a few things like that. He kept this well hidden from his father, afraid of what his violent reaction might be.
Landon Masters: 3bx_stormFebruary 7 2007, 20:00:12 UTC
But, he began working on his skill. He’d heard about mutants, and now he knew he was one. He was excited for the first time in his life. He wasn’t a human. It was okay to despise them because they weren’t like him. He could hate his dad, his teachers, and everyone else he knew because he was better than them. He had powers and they didn’t. That was the end of the story.
So, he practiced. He was careful not to do so in front of his father, but he wasn’t careful about his mouth. One day, while he was watching television with his dad at one of the shops downtown, (they didn’t have cable…or a television for that matter. The money Justin had been given was long gone on alcohol, and no one wanted an alcoholic construction worker) a mutant was speaking on mutant rights. His father said they all deserved a one way ticket to the gas chamber, and Landon couldn’t hold his tongue any long.”Well, they are better than you will ever be, you sorry piece of shit! They have powers! And you know what? I’m one of them, so I’m better than you too!!” Landon saw the anger in his father’s eyes, and he knew he was in for it. He took off, and ran home. He packed a few of his clothes and took the hundred bucks he had stolen off his father years before, and ran out the door. He was out of there, and he knew exactly where to go. He was fourteen years old.
He’d seen it on the television just a hour before hand at the shop. Xavier’s. He’d jotted down the address while his father wasn’t looking, and that’s where he was going. He hitch hiked half the way, rode the bus the rest, and was left with fifty scents to his name when he walked up the long, slopping lawn to the huge house located there. He’d walked in and had looked around, finally finding the office of the headmaster, Xavier. He’d told him his situation, and about his dislike of humans. He figured he could be honest here. Xavier had told him there was a place for him here, and also tried to convince him that all humans were not bad. It didn’t work, and Xavier let it go. Many mutants disliked humans. He hoped that Landon would just realize that he was wrong throughout his stay at Xaviers.
The next three years and a few odd months passed normally enough. Landon, or Shift as he much preferred to be called now, began working on his powers. He grew stronger, but yet was not accepted into the elite X-Men training program. He didn’t know if it was because his dislike of humans was common knowledge or if his powers simply weren’t good enough. He soon found out that he could do other things besides changing. He found he could control what happened to a small extent, and when he found this out, he knew that he could be powerful. He just had to work at it.
So, all of his time at Xavier’s is spent on working on his power. He has only a few friends, most people find him either scary or not worth their time. He is okay with that, though. They’ll all see someday.
Personality: Landon’s personality cannot be describe in only one word. Believe it or not, he is a rather complex person with many aspects in his personality that makes him Landon.
Cold Landon does come off as cold to most people. He will not go out of his way to speak to anyone, unless he thinks highly of you. And when he does to talk to someone, especially someone that he doesn’t like, his tone is usually harsh and full of spite. He doesn’t really care for other’s feelings. He is not the type you would want to have to be stuck in a waiting room with, if you get my drift.
Indifferent He doesn’t really care one way or another about most things. He lacks passion for anything, besides his stance on human/mutant relations. His class work is mediocre at best, his homework is hardly ever done and he just doesn’t care. After all, its not really going to help after he leaves Xavier’s to go on to bigger and much better things anyway, right?
Self Centered It’s all about him, right? That’s what he believes.
Landon Masters: 4bx_stormFebruary 7 2007, 20:01:48 UTC
He has yet to find anything to tell him any different. He really doesn’t do anything that doesn’t benefit him in someway.
Strengths: He does well in offensive and defensive classes, excelling in martial arts so that he doesn’t have to just depend on his powers. He can fight. Weaknesses: He basically sucks at all the educational classes. Fears: No one knows it, but he is afraid of humans, which spawns his hate of them. He has seen what he thinks most of them are like in his father, so he is afraid of them, and wants to have them under control so they can’t hurt him any more.
Physical Description: Landon has light brown hair, stands at around 5’9 with blue eyes and he weighs around 165 pounds. Body Model: Jamie Bell
Alignment: He wished that mutants be the dominant race, and thinks they are far better than humans. ---- Sample RP:
Alone.
Shift was alone and was happy for it. He didn’t really have any desire to be around people; he never did. He was growing tired of the noisy hallways and crowded rooms. He would have left Xavier’s long before this if only he had somewhere else to go and was in complete control of his powers. Sadly, he did not, so he was stuck here.
At least for now.
He wouldn’t be caged in this stupid mansion much longer. Two years, tops, and then he’d be gone. He’d be in the brotherhood. Even though Magneto had lost his powers, the faithful were still out there, lurking, waiting for the right time to resurface.
When they did? Shift would be right there with them, ready to fight for what he believed in.
He might even get pleasure in destroying some of his old classmates.
Character Information
Name/Journal Username: Landon Masters // mastersreality
Age/Birthdate: 18 // September 21
Student Information
Birthplace/Heritage: Napa, California // Jewish-American//American-Mexican
Family Social Status: His mother could be considered Upper class, while his father toes the poverty line.
Religion: Jewish//Christian. He doesn’t really practice either of his religious backgrounds.
Powers: Landon can alter reality to a certain extent. For example, he can change one thing to another. He can easily change a banana to an apple or a computer into a palm pilot. He can also control what happens to a very minimal amount. For example, he can stop a bullet from hitting him, but he can't control a whole fight.
Power Limitations: Currently, he has trouble with bigger objects. His training at the moment focuses around mainly vehicles and other large objects. He has only successfully transformed one vehicle, a small car into a rather large amount of toy cars. He is also trying to make his power over reality stronger, by being able to control what happens around him more. Presently, he hasn't developed that aspect.
Alias: Shift
Current Classes:
Literature
Geometry
History
Chemistry
P.C. - Controllers
Defensive Battle III
Offensive Battle III
Technology
Flight
Mutant History
Personal History: Landon's family history is mangled and distorted. His birthdate really set the tone for the rest of his childhood. He was born a stormy night, far away from any hospital. His mother, Jane, who happened to be a wealthy heiress, gave birth to him on her family’s small vineyard vacation home in Napa, California. She had been sent there by her father, an extremely wealthy business tycoon who was constinently in the public eye. He knew that it would hurt his reputation of being ‘the family man with the perfect’ family if anyone found out his daughter was having a child out of wedlock. So, he ordered her to pack all that she would need throughout the pregnancy and shipped her out to the vineyard. Once there, she had a private midwife who was to deliver the baby, and ship him off to his father, who’s name Jane had readily given up.
On the night of his birth, it was cold, colder than it usually was that time of year, but the cottage was warm. It was also riddled with screams of pain. The labor was not an easy one. Once the child was born, Jane refused to look at it, fearing attachment. She already loved the child, and wished dearly that she could keep him, but she also knew that she could not face her father’s consequences if she defied him. She named him Landon, after her grandfather that she had loved very dearly and had spent a great deal of time with as a child before his passing. She quickly fell asleep, tired after the labor. Her dreams were sad ones, ones were her baby died. In a way, they were true. She lost in. But, it was not by death. It was by her domineering fathers orders.
When Jane woke up the next morning, the child was gone, having been taken back to New Mexico. It turns out, Landon’s father, Justin Masters, wasn’t from Santa Fe, like Jane, but from a small town more than a hundred miles away called Zia Pueblo. However, it didn’t matter in the slightest, and the man was tracked down and handed the new born. He would have refused, but he was offered a nice ‘take the baby’ fee of just over $100,000. He’d never seen so much money in his life, and it was all in cash.
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Anyways, he regretted all of that now. Now he was stuck with some kid that was apparently his. He took the kid inside, and realized that he didn’t have any idea what he was supposed to do now. So, he did what any self respecting man with a child would do. He moved in with his mother. It was with her that Landon was always dumped when his father went out to party or went to work. So, Landon grew up, mainly raised by his grandmother, with his father floating in and out of his life. All of that soon changed.
When Landon was five, his grandmother, who had been diagnosed with lung cancer years before, took a turn for the worse, and died within twenty four hours. This put a stop to Landon and his father’s current lifestyle. No longer could Justin just go party. He had to take care of the child that he had never really loved. So, he brought his partying home. He began to drink very heavily, and along with his drinking came his violence. Whenever Landon would get in his way, he was continently pushed aside or smacked.
This continued on for years, and Landon grew more and more angry at his father, finally all this anger turning into hate. It got so bad that he couldn’t even stand to look at the man, let alone live with him, but he knew he had no other choice. So, he gritted his teeth and went on with his life. He soon found out that he didn’t like very many things that included people. A lot of them were mean and cruel….like his father. So, he became very quiet and shut out the rest of the world.
Then one day, his powers surfaced. His father was on yet another drinking binge, and had beer setting everywhere. Landon hated the stuff, and had vowed that he would never drink. He hated it so much that he just wished it would turn into apple juice…and when his father took a drink of it? It was apple juice. Justin thought that Landon had something to do with it, and he didn’t find it funny. What followed was the worst beating Landon had ever received. Justin, in a fit of drunken rage, busted his lip, blacked both his eyes, and broke his nose. He was nine years old.
Justin kept Landon out of school for a few days, giving his other injuries time to heal, and then took him to the hospital for his nose. The doctor was suspicious, but he didn’t really care to get into his patients personal lives, so no questions were asked. Meanwhile, Landon was very confused. How did that liquor turn into apple juice? And why did it happen right when he wished it so? So, being young and curious, he began exploring his options. He soon discovered that he could do quite a few things like that. He kept this well hidden from his father, afraid of what his violent reaction might be.
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So, he practiced. He was careful not to do so in front of his father, but he wasn’t careful about his mouth. One day, while he was watching television with his dad at one of the shops downtown, (they didn’t have cable…or a television for that matter. The money Justin had been given was long gone on alcohol, and no one wanted an alcoholic construction worker) a mutant was speaking on mutant rights. His father said they all deserved a one way ticket to the gas chamber, and Landon couldn’t hold his tongue any long.”Well, they are better than you will ever be, you sorry piece of shit! They have powers! And you know what? I’m one of them, so I’m better than you too!!” Landon saw the anger in his father’s eyes, and he knew he was in for it. He took off, and ran home. He packed a few of his clothes and took the hundred bucks he had stolen off his father years before, and ran out the door. He was out of there, and he knew exactly where to go. He was fourteen years old.
He’d seen it on the television just a hour before hand at the shop. Xavier’s. He’d jotted down the address while his father wasn’t looking, and that’s where he was going. He hitch hiked half the way, rode the bus the rest, and was left with fifty scents to his name when he walked up the long, slopping lawn to the huge house located there. He’d walked in and had looked around, finally finding the office of the headmaster, Xavier. He’d told him his situation, and about his dislike of humans. He figured he could be honest here. Xavier had told him there was a place for him here, and also tried to convince him that all humans were not bad. It didn’t work, and Xavier let it go. Many mutants disliked humans. He hoped that Landon would just realize that he was wrong throughout his stay at Xaviers.
The next three years and a few odd months passed normally enough. Landon, or Shift as he much preferred to be called now, began working on his powers. He grew stronger, but yet was not accepted into the elite X-Men training program. He didn’t know if it was because his dislike of humans was common knowledge or if his powers simply weren’t good enough. He soon found out that he could do other things besides changing. He found he could control what happened to a small extent, and when he found this out, he knew that he could be powerful. He just had to work at it.
So, all of his time at Xavier’s is spent on working on his power. He has only a few friends, most people find him either scary or not worth their time. He is okay with that, though. They’ll all see someday.
Personality: Landon’s personality cannot be describe in only one word. Believe it or not, he is a rather complex person with many aspects in his personality that makes him Landon.
Cold Landon does come off as cold to most people. He will not go out of his way to speak to anyone, unless he thinks highly of you. And when he does to talk to someone, especially someone that he doesn’t like, his tone is usually harsh and full of spite. He doesn’t really care for other’s feelings. He is not the type you would want to have to be stuck in a waiting room with, if you get my drift.
Indifferent He doesn’t really care one way or another about most things. He lacks passion for anything, besides his stance on human/mutant relations. His class work is mediocre at best, his homework is hardly ever done and he just doesn’t care. After all, its not really going to help after he leaves Xavier’s to go on to bigger and much better things anyway, right?
Self Centered It’s all about him, right? That’s what he believes.
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Strengths: He does well in offensive and defensive classes, excelling in martial arts so that he doesn’t have to just depend on his powers. He can fight.
Weaknesses: He basically sucks at all the educational classes.
Fears: No one knows it, but he is afraid of humans, which spawns his hate of them. He has seen what he thinks most of them are like in his father, so he is afraid of them, and wants to have them under control so they can’t hurt him any more.
Physical Description: Landon has light brown hair, stands at around 5’9 with blue eyes and he weighs around 165 pounds.
Body Model: Jamie Bell
Alignment: He wished that mutants be the dominant race, and thinks they are far better than humans.
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Sample RP:
Alone.
Shift was alone and was happy for it. He didn’t really have any desire to be around people; he never did. He was growing tired of the noisy hallways and crowded rooms. He would have left Xavier’s long before this if only he had somewhere else to go and was in complete control of his powers. Sadly, he did not, so he was stuck here.
At least for now.
He wouldn’t be caged in this stupid mansion much longer. Two years, tops, and then he’d be gone. He’d be in the brotherhood. Even though Magneto had lost his powers, the faithful were still out there, lurking, waiting for the right time to resurface.
When they did? Shift would be right there with them, ready to fight for what he believed in.
He might even get pleasure in destroying some of his old classmates.
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