Alvers, Lance // Avalanche

Lance might come off at first as an easy to peg AGGRESSIVe delinquent who only cares for himself. For those quick to judge, its exactly what he wants you to think, a fasad to hide his past from the world and keep a constant shield up to protect the true self he has hidden over years and years of DISAPPOINTMENT. lance, to most is nothing more than an angry individual who loves his jeep more than most people, is AGGRESSIVELY ANGRY all the time, can be manipulative, and disrespects anyone who he doesn't see as an equal. while at one time that might have been true, the young adult has matured a great deal since his early days, and with many life lessons under his belt for such a young individual its no surprise that he had to grow up fast. While still a bit of a loose cannon when it comes to his temper, he has proven himself capable of getting past the anger and rises above it to concur the obstacles life throws at him. Lance has never had it easy and because of it he became a determined survivor and most surprisingly, a dedicated leader. ALL IN ALL THERE ARE A FEW CHOICE WORDS THAT HELP TO GIVE THE BEST PICTURE OF THIS INDIVIDUAL.

iNTIMIDATING:

the first layer in unraveling this individual is his style. lance often dresses for intimidation, loose fit clothing with grungy colors and FINGER-LESS gloves. his favorite ensemble having been a biker like vest with a simple black undershirt and worn out jeans with various holes. The wear and tear look shows that he isn't a man afraid to get rough and may play dirty when doing so. This initial layer often does the trick at distancing others from himself, and while it can also draw in some of the worst crowds, it does its job as the first wall defending the softer heart that lies deep deep DEEP WITHIN HIM. wHILE HIS POWERS ARE BOTH OFFENSIVE AND DEFENSIVE, GIVING LITTLE PURPOSE TO HIS OWN PHYSIC, HE STILL KEEPS IN SHAPE AND WHILE NO WHERE NEAR SABER TOOTH LEVELS OF 'BUFF' HE HAS A STRONG PRESENCE AND KEEPS VERY TONED AND PHYSICALLY FIT.

LEADERSHIP:

iN HIS EARLY LIFE THIS IS NOT A TERM HE WOULD HAVE ever used TO DESCRIBE HIMSELF. YET, WITHOUT HESITATION AFTER JOINING THE BROTHERHOOD, LANCE BEGAN TO DEMONSTRATE THE COMMANDING NATURE AND SOME WHAT UNDERSTANDING compassion OF A NATURAL LEADER. hAVING NEVER HAD A FAMILY OF HIS OWN THAT HE COULD REMEMBER, BEING A PART OF A BROTHER HOOD SEEMED TO BE SOMETHING woRTH FIGHTING FOR AND FROM THAT NEED TO FILL A VOID HE TOOK CHARGE AND THROUGH TRIAL AND ERROR LEARNED the ins and outs of. kind of, leading a team. wITH LEADERSHIP CAME RESPONSIBILITY AND HAND IN HAND THEY HELPED LANCE OPEN UP FROM YEARS LONELINESS AND EMBRACE A 'family' AND EVERYTHING BEING A PART OF ONE ENTAILED.

AGGRESSIVE:

lANCE IS ULTIMATELY full of attitude. A CAPABLE LEADER HE MAY BE, BUT LANCE STILL HAS YET TO GAIN FULL CONTROL OF HIS TEMPER, AND CAN OFTEN LOOSE SITE OF THE BIG PICTURE WHEN SOME ONE PUSHES THE RIGHT BUTTONS. fOR A LONG TIME IF BOUNDARIES WERE OVER STEPPED IT MIGHT MEAN THE DESTRUCTION OF A FEW NEAR BY BUILDINGS, BUT WITH MORE CONTROL OVER HIS POWERS NOW IT MAY JUST EARN YOU A cracked jaw, SMASHED IN CAR, OR A few broken bones...A BIT OF AN IMPROVEMENT AND MOST ARN'T COMPLAINING. tHE ROOT OF HIS AGGRESSION IS PART OF WHAT BROUGHT HIM TO THE BROTHERHOODS DOOR. LANCE HAS A LONG STANDING HATE FOR MUTANT DISCRIMINATORS, AND HAS LITTLE TO NO ROOM FOR MUTANT HATERS. BEING UNDER MISTIQUE AND MAGNETO'S TUTELAGE, HIS RAGE WAS FED INSTEAD OF PUT OUT AND IT WAS A MOTIVATOR TO HONE HIS ABILITIES WHERE HE FELT THE INSTITUTE WOULD HAVE TRIED TO RE SHAPE HIM INTO A DEFENDER OF HUMANITY. aT THE TIME, NOT SOMETHING HE WANTED THOUGH ONCE AGAIN WITH EXPERIENCE COMES WISDOM AND SLOWLY HE LEARNED THAT HE COULD BE STRONG WITHOUT THE RAGE.

POSSESSIVE: 

wHEN LANCE SEES SOMETHING AS 'HIS' he WILL FIGHT TOOTH AND CLAW FOR IT. HAVING GROWN UP WITH THINGS CONSTANTLY TAKEN FROM HIM IT HAS BECOME SECOND NATURE TO BE DEFENSIVE OF PEOPLE AND OBJECTS HE HOLDS CLOSE. wHILE HE ISN'T MUCH OF A MATERIAL GUY, WHO NEEDS ALL THE BELLS AND WHISTLED IN LIFE, HE DOES HAVE A FEW KEY WEAKNESSES THAT YOU HAD BETTER NOT MESS WITH OR FACE HIS WRATH. HIS WOMAN, HIS VEHICLE, AND HIS TEAM, THE BIG THREE. IF YOU MESS WITH THEM, YOU HAD BETTER HOPE YOU HAVE LIFE, HOME AND AUTO INSURANCE BECAUSE HE WILL LITERALLY BURY YOU AND EVERYTHING YOU HOLD DEAR.

Seismokinesis:

Lance's mutant ability allows him to generate CONSIDERABLY strong vibrations from his hands that reverberate through the air, land or water to affect inorganic materials. These swift shuttering vibrations can have a range of affects depending on the target object as well as the level of concentration and intended outcome. Lance has begun to master his abilities and can now use them not only to create ripples and earthquake/avalanche type results on the earth around him, but he can also cause protrusions and depressions of rock and inorganic matter close to or at a short distance from himself. While the vibrations appear to have little effect on organic matter, once they connect with solid material the SHUTTERING effect can range from cracks in the earth to the shattering of some metals and the crumbling of concrete and stone. At full capacity, with his powers directed at the earth Lance can destroy the structural INTEGRITY of pin point buildings, or level city blocks with high magnitude quakes. The same seismic force can be sent along ocean floors and used to force up tsunami sized waves in bodies small to large bodies of water. Lance has lately been working on using the powers as a method of travel by pulling up the earth to carry a portion of ground in specific directions, though the down side is he has yet to really figure out how to cause the trail left in its wake to RECEDE into the earth and not leave a lingering out crop or stone PERMANENTLY in his wake. lance is still testing how far his powers can stretch though its hard to try without taking something down with it and he already gets in enough trouble every time he down a building let along taking out cities. As his confidence and strength grows though, its becoming more and more evident that he could do some serious damage to a smaller full scale city. 


Hand to hand Combat:

Lance is still learning the basics of hand to hand combat, and while most find it hard to get in close with the earth shaker, if you can he doesn't have much to offer yet. With only a few lessons under his belt from the S.H.I.E.L.D. programs, he is capable of holding his own to a point but DEFIANTLY isn't any captain america.

Durability:

While not super in any way, Lance is above human average in his strength. no serum or radiation for him though, the rout of his endurance, and muscle is a hefty work out routine and some what healthy diet. 

Equipment:

Lance doesn't wear a mask into battle but instead opts for a battle suit. The navy blue body suit heats and covers him from shoulders to toes, made of strong kevlar like material it serves to absorb minor damage and protect him from some temperature fluctuation and SHRAPNEL. Metal boots, shoulder pads, chest plate, and gauntlets further protect the young adult from damage caused by others attacks and the possible debris of his own strikes. While nothing like adamantium the metal has proven to be some what heat resistant and DURABLE enough to take a hit and keep the male behind that strike safe. The clear visor over his head is a plastic stronger than bullet proof glass. It does not scratch easily and permits the teen to have a PANORAMIC view of the world around him while keeping his head nearly as safe as a helmet would. For a man able to make mountains tremble, being able to see whats above, next to and behind you is really IMPORTANT, or you can easily become VICTIM to your own quakes.

Weakness:

Wile it has yet to be used against him, re-BROADCASTING his powers back at him can injure him. Even though he is immune to the vibrations directly leaving his body, the 'after shock' of those frequencies can do some serious damage. Also, for as much fun as it is to take out a building or too, lance still has a range on his powers and if he is in the demolition zone debris is a very real threat. As destructive as his abilities are, he himself is no more strong than a well trained human being and if a sky scraper tumbles down over you, you  had better hope you have an escape rout or some on might be cashing in on your life insurance.

Lance has never hand anything handed to him, and since he was young life was a game of get up, get stronger, or be smothered out and forgotten. He doesn't remember his parents, though he knew he had them they gave him up at a very young age. his first foster family only watched over him till he was old enough to be taken care of by the orphanage. It was the first of many times the young boy had to EXPERIENCE the feeling of abandonment. surprisingly as a child lance was not much more than a twig, and growing up in the system meant multiple families often with multiple foster kids all whom were often older and willing to use violence to snuff out competition for affection, space, food, and favors. neglectful parents let the wrong lessons be drilled into the young boys mind and as he grew the most important thing he took away from his youth was that to be on top you had to kick, scratch, and claw you way over everyone else. 

Fortune soon smiled upon the boy though, as he began to mature his mutant powers began to develop, and while they caused him PARALYZING headaches, the earth shaking vibrations meant he finally had the upper hand. With out hesitation he used his new found gifts to assert himself over those who once beat him down. Not only that, but kick them while they were still on their knees. Delinquent behavior landed him in juvie more than once, not that he ever stayed long. The stretching record did manage to quickly stomp his chances of a proper adoption but after years of abusive and neglectful families it didn't bother him to remain a resident of the orphanage. He embraced the 'free' life and worked harder on controlling his powers while burying any emotional desires deep down. The first true 'avalanche' being the one that buried the hopes of ever having a normal life.

Being a mutant empowered Lance, and where many saw it as a curse he took to his powers like gifts. as they grew so did his confidence, and with confidence came control. headaches still riddled his mind after using his abilities but began to see great improvement in his LOCALIZED use and learned to use them at a distance to avoid detection. Never did it cross his mind to use his talents for the betterment of others, to he kid raised under the fight or starve mentality it was every man for themselves. that is until something changed his life forever, or rather some one.

Deerfield, illinois was not the biggest of cities and word of mutants didn't really get around there much. For the longest time Lance was convinced he was unique, but one school day changed everything he thought he knew about himself and his gifts. WHile skipping class to paint up some lockers, he literally bumped into another mutant struggling with their gifts. It was the first time he had ever seen some one like him, and she was instantly captivating. Kitty Pryde was fairly popular, and never some one lance would see himself associating with, but seeing her phase through her locker changed everything, even if at first she was more than ready to deny it. he introduced himself and demonstrated that they were the same, to which she at first just called him a freak and took off. 

lance was no quitter and knowing he wasn't alone was more important than what she thought of him initially. an added bonus was that with her phasing skills he could use her to help get into a locked office where he could change his grades. two birds one stone, but as it would turn out he was not the only mutant seeking her out. Jean tried to convince Kitty only to have her bolt out giving lance the OPPORTUNITY to step back in and try to gain kitty's trust a second time. This time, he opens up just a bit, explains that he knows what she is going through, and gets enough of hr trust to have her meet up with him.

Using his ideals on how there powers are gifts and not an illness or scourge kitty assists unknowingly in breaking in for him, and things get 'rocky' from there. feeling used they fight and things get complicated when jean and the girls parents arrive. He abducts her but as things become more and more complicated and Kitty pulls further away that feeling of abandonment once again takes hold and like he had for years lance tries to use his powers to correct things but takes out the whole school. Kitty leaves with jean and the professor, and lance is left with no where to go until an offer is made by a mysterious figure to attend bayville high. finally revealing herself as mystique, Lance takes the offer and adopts code name avalanche.

from this point forward lance became a member of a team known as the brotherhood, a small group of mutants like himself, all attending the same high school and all with their own unique personalities and talents. The first two's own titles pretty much summed up their powers, Toad and blob. when he first joined Rouge (later to join the x-men) was the only female, and probably tougher then the guys combined. Lastly, but most certainly never least was Quick silver, Magneto's own son and a speed demon with a high opinion of himself. after a few weeks with the new crew lance quickly begins to settle in with the brotherhood and over a few years with the team they really grew on him, and in a way took to them quite LITERALLY like brothers. Even if their leaders commands don't always suite his small moral compass, the OPPORTUNITY to be part of a family and still do mostly as he pleases was a perfect fit. 

While not always perfect, one of his closest relationships among the rag tag team of mutants, happened to be with the least likely of the bunch. Pietro (aka quicksilver), while annoying, was possibly the only one he could give the title of 'best' friend to. Granted there were many a day he would have rather buried the kids loud mouth and quick wit 6ft under, Pietro was at least some one with most of the mind in tact and when things were civil between them, he could really just talk. Lance couldn't really relate to the family issues Pietro seemed constantly faced with but he could understand how it felt to not seem wanted. From one day to the next over the years in the broken down brother hood house, Pietro was the only of the crew that Lance ever felt he connected on a deeper level with than 'we have to live here together so lets try not to kill each other'. The other to guys became more like annoying little siblings, while the speedster was an equal, some one who had his full respect and that he would freely 'hang' with out side of the crumbling walls. of course that was at least when the silver haired teen was not, probably INTENTIONALLY, trying to get under his skin.

over his years with the brotherhood lances hate for mutant haters grew, and under the TUTELAGE of mystique and magneto it turns him to an equal anger towards the mutants who in turn side with non-mutant humans. particularly the hero team known as the x-men. the only issue with combating the other mutant team, is that the very girl who first knew him as a mutant, was also a member of the adjacent team. causing many an awkward situation.

years passed and while lance only grew closer to his brotherhood, he began to mature not just in his powers and control. lance would never outwardly admit it, needing to be the tough guy for his team, but he began to see through less jaded eyes. even once joining the x-men both out of the want to be closer to kitty, and the curiosity to see if he would really fit in with the 'do gooders'. the experience showed him what he needed to know, he could have been an x-man, he could make the right decisions, but he just couldn't abandon his 'family'.

even with kitty still on the good side, he returned to his former crew waving it off to be about the freedom and lack of rules he got back with pietro and the guys. granted the stricter life style didn't suit him, his main concern was what might happen to the others without some one there to steer them forward. He had seen pietro try to lead once, and it would have only been a matter of time until some one else snapped and tried to leave him duct taped to a flag pole till daddy came to get him down.

be it against the x-men, or along side them, lance developed into a confident and COMPETENT young man. Even managing to start a BLOSSOMING relationship with his long since crush Kitty pryde. the two even sharing a night at a high school dance like regular teens. They remain on opposite sides, but his connection to the phaser helps him to accept that the two sides don't have to be enemies. Views of human mutant relationships really being the biggest DIVIDE between them. Lance never really looses his hate for humans who would see him as second class. In fact over the years, while he admits maybe not everyone is out to get them, He starts to feel like hiding away is a waste. Lance loves his powers and even at the detriment to those around him he would gladly show the whole world who he was and what he could do. If humans wanted to live with them fine, but he grows ever more tired of sulking in the shadows. He was even the main cause that their own highschool found out about their mutant nature.


Lance does start to see there are consequences to actions, and even grows enough to take responsibility for his and his teams behavior, even if he does not always prevent the outcomes. lance steadily starts to be a connection between the two mutant groups and uses his bonds with the rest of his team to pull them into working with the x-men when things are at their worst. He is still bitter to many of the opposing sides members other than kitty, but it becomes more obvious its just to keep his fasad with the brotherhood. in his world and through his life weakness gets you eaten alive.

after the battle with apocalypse was over, he stayed with his team and recently accepted an offer to train as new members of the S.h.i.e.l.d group know as the freedom force. training to fit into a new team is never easy, but with the brotherhood still beside him, and the OPPORTUNITY for them all to continue to expand without a dictator like magneto over them, there was no other choice than yes. besides the program offered them scholarships for college, even if school wasn't on some of his 'brothers' fave lists, it was something he knew that would help them all out some day. lance might never hear the end of it and its not like he was excited either but, some day he would not be able to do thing for all them and if things fell through with this new team they would at least have something to fall back on right? THAT'S what the BROCHURE said..


Things seemed to finally have some normalcy in his life until everything crumbled out from under him.... 

(( additional paragraph about the outcome of his relationship with kitty to be added upon the acceptance of a kitty. though its either...they are still hooked up and maybe working on a relationship...ooorrrr..broke up for one reason or another. A.k.a : long distance, COMMITMENT complications, new affections...i get that things happen but don't wanna pressure anyone ;D ))

there is one feeling that pales in comparison to any other after long day of having your ass kicked by robot training units followed by being yelled at by a one eyed control freak, and to top it all off being on an air craft when you loath flying. that feeling was the bliss of a soft bed meeting your back as you flop full bodied onto the MATtress with nothing ahead of you but a long nights sleep. relatively long anyhow. lance had no idea what time it was but even if it was an hours shut eye he would take it. for the first time in weeks they were at a ground operated base and he could finally relax. sure he had gotten over the worst of his air sickness, but that was on short flights. 3 weeks was pushing the limits and when your commanding officer made sure you never left all of your sanity there was room for paranoia and illness to settle in. Not to mention the mess hall style food was enough to make you sick in the first place. fully clad in his battle gear lance wanted nothing more then to feel the sweet embrace of the warm sheets and soft cushion of his pillow. heavy, still booted feet, carried him through the standard issue s.h.i.e.l.d. room and towards his bed. ripping the sheets back he spun on a heal and closed his eyes as he let everything go and sank backwards looking for that sweet RELIEF when everything went wrong.

eyes still shut he swore he should have hit the bed by then, and instead of warmth his back was met by a cool rushing force. His medium cut brown locks licked at the side of his face from behind his clear helmet and while his feet no longer felt any purchase he hadn't hit any solid frame with the rest of his body. Had he fallen asleep that fast? was this one of those kind of awake kind of sleeping things? the feeling of falling continued to plague his body and for a moment he figured it would just end when he opened his eyes. maybe he was just numb from the dawn till dusk training regime. Slowly he opened his eyes and in that instant everything started to become more real. Instead of the ceiling his eyes met that lightly clouded skies with stars glistening above him. The rush of passing winds grew louder as his mind but together what was happening. "not..a dream..am i?.." shifting his weight he managed to roll in the air and what was fast approaching snapped him clear of any doubt, in a few seconds he would be not in the safety of his bed but the cold embrace of the ocean. Failing a bit panic set in "Nope! not a dream! NOT A DREAM!!! Shit shit shit shit...okay!! focus.." the water grew closer at an alarming rate and while his mind searched for an solution there just simply wasn't enough time. "Fuck me..." bracing for impact he hit the water with enough force that it almost instantly knocked him out. Feeling the air knocked out of him he resisted every urge to suck in a new breath knowing he would be met with the salty liquid and not the NECESSARY air. the metal on his suit was not of any BENEFIT and once he REALIZED it was dragging him down lance recovered from his impact position and began kicking with already exhausted muscles to get back to the surface. It was a struggle but soon his head breached the choppy waters end and he quickly took all of the chilled night air that his lungs could handle. Water still managing to get in he coughed and sputtered but managed to keep himself above the water level.

spinning as the cold of the ocean began to bite at his skin he tried to get his BARRINGS and was met with the biggest 'you are here' marker known not just to the states but world wide. Rising into the night the statue of liberty stood tall and bathed in moon light. "New..york?" he questioned as if the monument would answer him. With hypothermia a real possibility he began to swim for the staten island, once out of the ocean he was quick to pull off his helmet and ring out his hair before looking across the water to the lights of new york city. "what in the backwards fuck is going on here...." he huffed trying to wipe the glass clear of his head gear clear of water with a wet sleeve the young adult only SUCCEEDED in further frustrating himself. "If this is some joke..people are gonna bleed.." putting the hazy helmet back on he stepped towards the open water and using his powers dredged up one stone pillar after another to create a land bridge across the waters surface, the pathway crumbling behind him. though it was tempting to leave it up and watch the news reports try to figure out how a new sand bar formed over night. 

The walk only further chilled his bones and ocean water still lapped at his ankles as he crossed the gap between staten and the main land. a small fishing troller passed by and shone a light on him and gawking in DISBELIEF. Lance lifted his arm to protect from the light and managed to give a shivering middle finger to the boat as he carried on. He might have considered the ride if he wasn't sure to be met with some religious nonsense when he got aboard. In this light it might seem that he was walking on the water and not an unseen rock outcropping, and their 'are you JESUS?' could bite him. already this ticked, any more annoyances might turn him to murder, or at least sink staten island like the lost city of atlantis. 

Once his feet were out of the salty brine and back on solid ground there was a small breath of relief as he trudged his way towards the nearest road. He had no phone, no money, and no clue what had happened other than he nearly died, was soaked to the core, and beyond cold. His teeth would have chattered had they not been so forcefully gritted together, grinding into one another as his heavy water logged boots carried him to the side walk. Passing people gave him a wide birth and they were right to, lance was two seconds away from leaving some one on a 3 story pedestal with no way down and no room to sit. He needed a mod of transportation, and doubted his jeep had made the magical trip along with him. That left only one option, COMMANDER someone elses. Looking down the quiet stretch of road he saw head lights headed his way, but to his dismay it was a navy toyota prius. no amount of 'cool' colors and desperation, would see this man in a prius..pass. It was 3 cars later when he was about to give up on personal taste when he RECOGNIZED the sweet hum of a muscle car. "'bout time.." he griped holding up a hand to clear the headlights from his vision and get a better view of the upcoming vehicle. 

cold and miserable as he was, a smirk still tugged at his lips when he caught sight of what would soon be his ride. the '66 ford thunderbird was a classic, and while its yellow paint job was note ideal it appeared to be in great condition, possibly a show car, and from what he could tell it still purred like a kitten. Like some thug out of a video came lance crossed onto the street causing the car to slow as the solo drive laid on the horn. Ignoring the blaring noise land held out his right hand that could be interpreted as 'stop' but instead he channeled the vibrations from his hand into the ground around the car and shook the street enough to make the car swerve but not loose control. Instantly the drive slammed on his breaks full and brought the car to a halt inches from lances knees. The middle aged man behind the top down car caught his breath and peaked over the windshield before narrowing his eyes "your..your one of those.."

"Yeah yeah yeah mutant blah blah, what do you think your doing? yada yada.." Lance muttered while walking over to the car, not before lifting both hands up and pulling to walls of stone up to block both lanes in either direction in case the guy though he could make a break for it. "...look..if you can't tell I am cold, tired, angry, and really not in the mood to deal with any racist bull shit..so get up, get out, and get back. If you got a problem take it up with shield. i'm sure nick fury would love to buy you a new car..." he spoke with a commanding and aggressive tone, but behind it there was a hint of a chuckle as he thought of the lock on that hard asses face if he actually got a bill. 

The man undid his seat belt but seemed to question the other, the love for his car outweighing the fear for just a moment. "you..you can't take this..i wanna see some i.d." Lance rolled his eyes and grabbed the guy by his sweater vest hauling him up from his seat with one arm as the earth around him began to shake violently. He pulled the man inches from his face before barking out a gruff "...get..out..of the..god..damn..car". Dropping the man half on he door of his own car the now terrified male scampered the rest of the way out without even opening the door and stumbled over the trembling ground as car alarms for a 3 block radius began to sound. "Good..next time either grow some balls or get some respect for the 'government'." he hopped the door and while it killed him to do so, he set his soaked body down in the black leather seats and used his powers to lower the blocker walls as his foot hit the gas back wheels spinning before shooting the car forward when traction finally got hold. 

It could have been the roar of the muscle car, or the feel of the wind cascading over the windshield to dry his hair a bit, but things finally started to settle out and his thoughts became clearer. Find a phone; get a ride home; figure out who did this and; beat that person till MERCY was the last word their lips could possibly muster.

USER NAME: TRI, or Cardinal or..empress immortal weapons..all are good

YEARS RPING: something around 10-11 years

REFERRED TO BY: i'm in with m and spidey and a mod so i just...knew

OTHER: daniel rand'kai // iron fist