Celebrity Claim-Jamie Campbell Bower
Ezekiel Lucas Hathaway Nicknames/Aliases-
20Date of Birth-
X-Men-arrived March 2017 Occupation-
21st century glam rock sensation. Accidental music teacher and super hero.
Ezekiel has always been an outgoing, vibrant, and loud character. He craves attention, good or bad, and will often jump into the spotlight. As a child in order to get attention he tended to take on the role of the class clown and that irreverence has followed him into adulthood. He takes very little seriously, preferring to ham it up or simply avoid or ignore important issues in order to do what he pleases. He can be a bit of a flake unless it's something he cares strongly about so far music is the only thing that has gotten him to buckle down and get to work.
Despite the tendency to clown around and jump in with both feet and little to no planning, he does tend to be a bit of a social chameleon. He's constantly after acceptance and to be part of the group, often at odds with his tendency to do things his own way and strike out on his own path. He'll often adapt to the goals and interests of a group he wants to be part of in order to fit in, although the core of his personality remains the same where ever he goes. This had led to a wide array of knowledge about random things, as to fit in he's learned about sports various books and movies, and hobbies
His number one loyalty is to himself. That's not to say he would betray people, but he doesn't expect much from anyone and doesn't like to owe anyone. He'll help to a point, but if it puts his plans or safety in danger he'll bail. He isn't very politically minded and frankly wouldn't care about the human mutant arguments if they didn't directly effect him. He learned early that life isn't fair and that the only person he could depend on was himself. He likes to be around other people, but since the last person he counted on was a foster mom when he was twelve he doesn't expect much from friends, lovers, or acquaintances. If you brace for disappointment, it doesn't hurt as much when it happens.
Despite the jaded layer, Zeke also tends to be fairly excitable. He isn't worried about appearances and lives in the moment. He likes what he likes and he'll be damned if he cares what everyone else says about it. He'll try anything once and despite his self proclaimed rock star status he can't dance to save his life. It doesn't stop him from trying. He also has a chivalrous streak, his foster-mom who he considers his real mother taught him manners and how to be respectful. Likes-
- Music-anything from classical to country to classic rock to pop, he can find something interesting about any of it
- Girls-He is all about the ladies.
- Being the center of attention-good or bad Zeke loves attention
- Guyliner-he is a rock star damn it
- Anything 80's, he's often modeled himself off the New Wave singers and bands
- David Bowie-the good die too young
- Kids cartoons. Team Daffy for life.
- Stories-it doesn't matter if it's a book or a movie he loves stories and is actually fairly well read.
- People who don’t sing along in the car. What’s wrong with you?
- High expectations-he has parent issues
- Stick in the muds-life is too short to go home early
- Planning-he’s unfortunately a spur of the moment kind of guy
- People who don't laugh at his jokes
- Overly negative or pessimistic people
- Parents or authority figures who abandon their kids-although he's not a big fan of authority figures period
- Goal Oriented-if Zeke has a goal in mind he’ll work as hard as he has to to get it done.
- Socially adept-Zeke has good instincts and tends to get along well with most people, or at the very least he can manage them to get what he wants
- Creative-he writes music and lyrics, previously for his band now for himself
- Really good hair
- Emotional-Zeke has the bad habit of acting on emotions rather than holding himself back to make a more intelligent choice
- Physical activity-If it’s not dancing he’s not into it and he's clumsy to boot.
- Egotistical-not exactly to maniacal levels, but he has a big head and a little too much self-confidence
Zeke’s power is simple: he can create illusions. The object of his creations is limited only by his imagination from a scale of simple auditory hallucinations all the way to complete scenes trapping a person.
On the largest scale he can create full immersive dreamlike states. These can range from harmless every day scenes like a home or a meadow all the way to terrifying settings filled with monsters. If he can imagine it, he can trap a person in it. So far Zeke can only bring three people into one of these visions and they have to be within two hundred feet of him. Since they are full illusions they can not cause any physical harm directly to the participants, but while inside they can be injured or even killed. No harm results to their physical body, but mentally it can be traumatic and while trapped in the illusion they can perceive pain. Theoretically while trapped in the illusion their body could be hurt outside by someone else since mentally they aren't really all there to respond and defend themselves.
Zeke can and frequently does use this power on himself. He is able to transfer himself in and out of dreamstates he's placed other people in, but due to lack of experience runs the risk of being stuck. Someone with mental powers of their own or a strong enough personality can exert their will on these illusions causing them to change or even for them to get out of it although it isn't necessarily easy.
While the immersive illusions are the most powerful weapon in his arsenal, Zeke can also cast figures into the real world. Once again what he can create is limited by his imagination, which unfortunately for his victims is quite expansive. These constructs can actually interact with the real world to a certain extent, in that they only effect him and anyone he might be touching at the time. So if he creates a fire and sticks his hand in it, it might burn him, but to everyone else it would just be a source of heat and light while it tricks their perceptions. If he grabbed someone else's hand and stuck them both in, they potentially could both burn.
For the most part however these illusions merely trick the viewer's senses. They might perceive pain if he set them on fire, but their actual bodies would be unharmed. For example, he make rain and make you think you're dripping wet, but if you went to actually try to drink the water to survive it's not going to help you.
This power came with some limited mental resistance to telepathy and other people's illusions. Limits-
Zeke's biggest limitations are distance and sustainability. To trap someone in a dream state he has to be within two hundred feet of them and able to see them. His other illusions can travel as far as two hundred yards if they remain within Zeke's field of vision. If he can't see them, they flicker out and vanish. If he's effecting a wider area, for example creating the illusion of a thunder storm he can maintain it for that two hundred yards as long as he remains in the center of the illusion.
His dream states can be broken out of by someone sufficiently determined or with stronger mental powers than his own. If he's attacked mentally he's likely to drop his hold on any illusions he's created. If his physical body is attacked while he's in one of the dream states he's entirely vulnerable. He can also be injured by his own illusions since they can interact with him.
Illusions take concentration to maintain and if he's not paying attention or is busy with something else he isn't likely to be able to keep them going. Perceptive people may be able to tell they aren't real and once someone has figured that they can more or less work around it. That giant dragon coming screaming at you isn't scary when you know it's going to pass right through. Skills & Abilities-
Zeke has a natural gift for music honed by years of hard work. He can competently play guitar, piano, ukelele, and drums and is in the process of teaching himself the violin. He has a good singing voice with a large range and writes and composes his own music. He's also fairly knowledgeable about music and musicians in general, mostly due to listening to it constantly and reading about it on hi sown time.
He has some basic hand to hand combat skills and good instincts in a fight, but other than about six months of Tae-Kwon-Do is not formally trained.
Tall and lanky, Zeke still looks like he never quite grew into his legs. His blond hair is on the long side, because someone forgot to tell him he was not Duran Duran reincarnated. He seriously regrets that it's thin and not curly and floofy enough to get some real volume going. In different phases it's been different colors, most recently purple, but is currently its natural shade. He's been referred to as a pretty boy on some occasions, but at least that's better than being ugly.
In terms of style he's a bit of a fashion disaster. He often ends up shopping at thrift stores and anything he thinks is 80's style he's sure to buy. Whether he's entirely accurate or not is another story, but he tends to go for the leather jacket paired with sparkles look and has been known to show up on stage in fringe with fingerless gloves, because there's not one to tell him not to. He owns one suit which is entirely interview inappropriate since it's sparkly. He's a fan of Converse shoes and has Chucks in several different colors. He's had a few ear piercings and one nose ring which he mostly but not entirely has given up on.
He doesn't get on stage without his eyeliner. Even if that stage is a sketchy bar.Gear-
He owns both an acoustic and electric guitar and has absconded with his former band's keyboards and the majority of their recording equipment.
He boasts a large collection of CDs and records with the record player to appreciate them. Many of them came from garage sales so the quality on some is questionable.Additional Information-
If he could live at the beach he would.
He's actually a fairly accomplished cook and loves all kinds of food. His dream kitchen would have a double oven, marble countertops, stainless steel, and a crème brulee blow torch. He not so secretly marathons Food Network on a regular basis.
He's an avid social media user, for his music and personal life.
As a child he would daydream about his real father who he was sure was a rich, kind, awesome guy who was going to show up and get him one day so he could have a real family. Deep down that's what he really wanted then and he still hasn't entirely shaken the picture of a typical nuclear family: a wife, three kids, and a dog. Preferably all decked out in punk clothes or something cool like that. Even the dog.
Born in Salt Lake City, but grew up in various California homes. He considers NYC his real home.Immediate Family-
Alexa Brown nee-Hathaway-mother-39
He was briefly in a band that was actually posed to do well and had put out a CD, but since his bandmates threw him out he doesn't talk about them much. Unless it's about how he'd like to ruin their careers.History-
Zeke's story began in a dingy apartment in Los Alamos, New Mexico. His mother was nineteen from an upper middle class family, estranged from her parents, who got hooked on drugs and the party life. She wasn't entirely sure who the guy who got her pregnant was, but nine months into freshmen year of college a baby made an appearance. Parenthood did not beat any type of responsibility into Alexa, she would frequently drop Zeke with her parents to carry on with the dates and drugs and drinks.
When Zeke was two she ran away to LA with him, determined to start a career as singer, but really just running the circuits as a groupie for whatever band happened to be in front of her. It wasn't long before a neighbor sick of Zeke crying throughout the night when he was left alone called the police and child protective services were brought in. Without any family willing to step up and take him and with obvious signs of neglect and a mother who showed no willingness to actually parent, he was placed in foster care.
For the next eight years Zeke was bounced from one foster home to another to his mother and back again. She would go into rehab, get clean, get him back, and then fall into some new trap: abusive boyfriends, unemployment, abuse, neglect, until finally she lost parental rights altogether. Zeke knew his life wasn't normal, moving schools constantly, always a new set of foster parents, siblings, and schoolmates, but it was all he knew. He acted out to get attention, starting fights, playing the part of the class clown, and bouncing from one place to another. He ran away more than once, when he was younger to try to go home to his mother and when he was older just to get away. Books and music were his escape, although he never though to start playing.
When he was twelve he was on his way to yet another foster home, one Maria Jones who had spent her whole life taking in foster kids. In the system she was known as one who would take any kid, the problems, the unwanted one, and make her house a home. She took in an angry pre-teen and within a few months there was a marked change. She was the one who encouraged him to pick up a guitar and play and to write down the words in his head into lyrics. She introduced him to Tolkien and David Bowie and Led Zeppelin. She made him do his homework, but fed him homemade cookies while he did it. She was in every way the mother he had always wanted and never had.
They had two good years and Maria had even started the process to adopt him when things went wrong. It was a freak accident, she was in the wrong place at the wrong time, caught in a drive by shooting and then she was dead and Zeke was without the first and best mom he had ever had.
It just proved that you couldn't count on anyone and he went into highschool with a bigger chip on his shoulder than ever. He started a garage rock band with some of his classmates and fell into a bad crowd, starting trouble, staying in trouble. As soon as he was eighteen he left California for the East Coast: the lights of New York were calling his name.
He joined a new band and for a while things were okay if not great. They were playing shows. They were getting hits on Youtube and their website was actually selling tracks that he was writing. He was still drinking too much and living a wild life, but he had friends, he had something to do, it was as good as it had ever gotten for him, until his mother got in touch. Turns out he had a little sister who had seen one of his videos and shown their mother who had recognized his name and face. She wanted to meet, Zeke said no. She had gotten her life together, had a daughter who she had kept and taken care of, was married with a whole new family. She hadn't come back for him, so he wasn't about to go back to her.
It was at the beginning of 2017 at a concert that the little bit of stability he had managed to carve out for himself fell apart again. They were on stage, it was the show of their life even though they were only the opening act, playing a set inspired by Led Zeppelin and fantasy films of the 80's when it happened, with every note, every guitar chord an image was bursting out of him, fantastical creatures, griffins and goblins and fairies. At first the audience believed it was simply special effects, the set was fantastical in nature after all, but when he manifested an actual dragon panic reigned.
It was a disaster. His bandmates freaked out and accused him of hiding his mutation from them and he protested. It wasn't him. He wasn't a mutant. He was nothing special.
Only that night while he slept more illusions appeared and accidentally he pulled his bandmates into a full on illusive scene. They threw him out of the house then, he had to beg his landlord to let him into get his things and while he was at it he took all of their recording gear since as far as he was concerned he was the band. He had copywritten everything he had written under his own name and although it was messy he held on to his music, despite the label dropping the entire band. No one wanted their up and coming star fronted by a mutant freak.
Zeke crashed on a variety of couches for the next two months, spiraling down. He replaced alcohol and drugs with the waking dreams his illusions provided, crazy, beautiful, amazing scenes better than any trip. He would just stay like this, he decided. He didn't need music or friends or anything. He was some kind of mutant freak with no prospects, he might as well live down to that expectation.
Only eventually he ran out of couches to crash on and living homeless or in a shelter was absolutely not going to happen. He had run across a mutant or two since he manifested and one had mentioned a school for people like them, even if Zeke didn't exactly want to be a person like them.
Anyway it was a place to stay, so he made his way to Xavier's ready to fake some credentials. It was a school right? They would need a music teacher, right? He was cheap. He just needed a place to crash and if they wanted him to be a super hero well he had a codename all picked out, Blackstar, a hat tip to the late and great David Bowie.
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I live here now.Other Characters-
X-23, Mistral, Marvel GirlRole Play Sample-
No band, no apartment, no bed, no future. Again. Man every time he started to make something work the world decided to kick him in the teeth. He had thought this was it. They were making great music. People liked them. They had a label. And those assholes had thrown him out on his ear.'Thanks Mom, thanks for your stellar frigging genetics. Hit the lottery with that one.'
A deadbeat mom who didn't care was bad enough. One who passed you on some weird genetic crap that made you a freak was just the shit lottery. Or maybe it was his unknown father's fault. His mom would have gone for the biggest freak in the room after all.
Ezekiel huffed to himself and kicked back on the couch he had picked for his bed tonight. It belonged to a chick who was a friend of an acquaintance, but she had food in the fridge, was willing to let a weirdo crash on her couch, and had an epic music collection. She was out at some class or something, Zeke had zero interest in college himself, which just meant he had the apartment to himself.
He put in his earbuds and kicked back to his Bowie mixtape, everything from Space Oddity to Lazarus and as it played he relaxed, let his mind go, reaching for the inexplicable swirl of color that he had never noticed drifting at the back of his mind. It was cheaper than a drug, a better high, and no one had to know about it. Better than booze too, although he had found when the hallucinations were too long then he woke up with what felt like a hangover anyway. 'If I could bottle this and sell it I'd be rich.'
Or if he could tap into it and write it into lyrics and melodies. But it was hard to think about music right then. Even that had let him down. What was the point of putting in all that work when everyone was going to drop you in a second like they had? It wasn't his fault he was some kind of mutant. Besides, the dragon hadn't hurt anyone, it had been cool actually, an awesome effect. No need for fancy technology if he could do that, then he could do a bad-ass show anywhere for practically free. 'No one wants to see it.'
His enthusiasm was snuffed out as quickly as it came and he sunk into the vision he had created for himself, a brightly colored world of fantasy creatures frolicing. In the distance he could still hear the music and he was starting to drift off when the images suddenly started to fragment as the song changed. In the Villa of Ormen
In the Villa of Ormen
Stands a solitary candle
At the center of it all
At the center of it all
The meadow was turning gray, the colors leeching out of it and the creatures changing, becoming nightmare versions of themselves: ragged and bloody. Zeke tried to pull out of it, but it was like a dream you couldn't wake up from.'This isn't real.'
But it felt real.Something happened on the day he died
Spirit rose a metre and stepped aside
Somebody else took his place, and bravely cried
I'm a Blackstar
I'm a Blackstar
Monsters were converging now, this had gone from a pleasant meadow to a really bad trip. Zeke tried to remind himself it was his vision, he could control what he saw, but his surroundings weren't buying that story. So instead he started to run, but the ground was falling out from under him and the dragons were hungry.How many times does an angel fall?
How many people lie instead of talking tall?
He trod on sacred ground
He cried loud into the crowd
I'm a Blackstar
I'm a Blackstar
I'm not a gangster
There was a dark explosion of light and Zeke sat up wide awake and gasping, shaking, and drenched n sweat. Well hell. No one had mentioned that your mutant power could turn around and bite you in the ass like that. Not that he had exactly gotten a guidebook to this.
No way was he going to try that again though. Zeke stood up and went to push the window open, letting in the chilly night breeze to remind himself that the real world was still out there, not that nightmarish illusion. Far below the city noises were reassuring, no dragons, no blood dripping monsters.
Well. None outside the ordinary anyway.