Karrl Garm (Camaxtli)

[Karrl Garm]

One of these days you'll be

Karrl Draven Garm

Under the covers, you'll be

Full name: Karrl Draven Alexander Marino Alvarez-Garm
Nickname: Cam, Silver, Draven
DOB//Age: 22/12 // 16
Gender: Male
Species: Mutants
Alliance: Good Mutants

Under the table and you'll realize.

Power name: Pyrokinesis
Type: Physical
Origin: His hands and feet.
Usage Cost: It takes up a small amount of energy.
Weakness: Each Burst can not last more then 12 seconds, and the maximum range is 22 meters.
Description: The Pyrokinesis he has is a bit like Pyro’s except for the fact he does not need a source to make the flames. Kinetic Energy mixed with the Heat Energy in his body sparks the flames in his hands and feet. It manifests in burst of flames coming from the points where the mixture of energy explode from, which are his hands and feet. Think of these points as type 100 flamethrowers, as the flames can reach up to 22 meters, and last for up to 12 seconds. The flames themselves are so powerful they could melt away a Sentinel’s body parts, if concentrated on that part for the full duration.

Power name: Thermokinesis
Type: Physical
Origin: His skin
Usage Cost: Depends on how long he uses it for, but gradually wears away his energy.
Weakness: If a person is touching his actual flesh before he uses this power it will not effect them.
Description: The power itself is a slight alteration on his Pyrokinesis, but instead of mixing Kinetic and Heat energy he controls just the heat energy. When using this power he will actually be controlling the temperature on his skin. When at full strength he can melt solid steel with a simple touch. At a push he could walk through walls, but it’s not phasing like Shadowcat does, his flesh actually melts away the wall she he can move through it. When this power reaches its next stage of manifestation he will not only be able to control his body temperature, but the temperature around him, and when fully manifested he will be able to control the temperature of others.

That all of your days are numbered;

Appearance: Karrl has a few distinguishing features, and that’s not including his ridiculously long name. To start with there is his hair and eyes. His hair, which looks like it belongs to a man in his ‘golden years’ is in fact pure silver, and it can be clearly seen that way when in direct contact with the light of the sun. Then there are his eyes, well one of them. Where his left eye is the normal colour he has had from birth, the colour of hazel, his right eye has a very different colour and is in fact as red as the flame he controls.

Now onto his body. He has got a slightly tanned skin colour. He is a big lad standing at six foot exactly and two hundred and ten pounds, his muscle structure is something most body builders would kill for. He is muscular, but not overly so, adding to his ruggedness.

His main style of clothing is quite rock in appearance. He wears a pair of, black, baggy cargo pants. He also has a pair of knee high, steel-toe-capped boots, black in colour. His upper body usually has a skin tight tank-top, either black or red. He also wears a pair of black, fingerless, leather gloves. There is also his pendant which is the Aztec symbol of balance. Finally he has a leather jacket with a hood.

Karrl’s uniform in most sense is a standard X-Student’s Uniform. The lower part of it is bog standard, but with bright red lines going up the sides of both legs, this was his request to make it seem more like him. Then there is the upper half, there are the same bright red lines going up his sides and on his shoulders, but, to give him maximum movement in his arms, he has had the sleeves cut off. He knows that the material the uniform is made from won’t hinder his movement, but he didn’t want even the slightly hindrance, that, and he wanted to show off his arms.

Personality: This young man is a complicated one. By most standards he is quite laid back, and will not give a second thought to just chilling under a tree somewhere with his guitar and a note pad. But there is also another side to him, and this side can come out in the most random of situations, two words, Adrenalin Junky.

He loves the thrill of doing something daring to the borderline point of crazy. He has been asked on a number of occasions, after doing some of these things, if he had a death wish, and his response was always the same, what’s the point in living without taking a few risks. That pretty much sums up Karrl, but there is a third side to him which will come out now and again.

The third side he has is the side of a philosopher. When the mood takes him he can be a very deep and meaningful person, and when the time is right he might come out with a saying or two which would make most people stop to think about it. To put it simply, and in words Karrl has said before, he can go from a scatterbrain to a philosopher in 0.5 seconds.
History: Before he was even born his life was complicated, his parents moved to an Indian and Somailian controlled area, when they were not even of either heritage. His mother was half Italian and half Spanish, whilst his father was half German and half English. So even before the spark of life in his was made he was going to have it rough.

He was born, and spent a good part of his life in a place called Southall, a small, but extremely rough area of Middlesex, London. His mother died giving birth to him, so he never knew her, and when he asked his father about her he rarely gave a straight answer.

His father supported them both, on his job as a motor mechanic, and Karrl pretty much grew up around engines, and because of this he learnt how to fix and build them. He was never as good as his father, but Karrl still knows his way around the bonnet of a car.

Growing up he spoke English as his first language, but because of his father growing up in Saarlouis, Saarland, Germany, he also speaks German. He did not use it outside of his family home, but he was and still is fluent in the Germanic Tongue.

He went to Primary School in Southall in the RC (Roman Catholic) School of Saint Anselm’s. Because of his mixed heritage he was bullied from the get go. He tolerated this, because it was simple name calling, and as the old saying goes, sticks and stones may break bone but words will never hurt.

But that soon changed when he hit seven. Two years into Primary School and the name calling turn to regular beatings from the older students. When his father found out, he told his son he would be sending him to learn martial arts, to help defend himself, but Karrl got to pick. After a lot of thought he picked North Shaolin Kung Fu.

He learnt quickly, but did not use it unless he had to defend himself, as his master taught him. But because of this not many of the students would pick fights with him anymore and by his last year of Primary School the bullying stopped altogether. Which was a relief for Karrl, but he still continued with Kung Fu, simply because he loved it so.

When he was eleven and was old enough, by English Educational rules, to join Secondary School he went to a place called Cardinal Vaughan Memorial School. He got in because of his good grades, plus the fact his father was a constant help at Saint Anselm’s Church, which more then likely contributed just as much as Karrl’s grades.

The first two years were actually quite nice, since the fact his heritage did not come into play here, since The Vaughan, as it is called, is in Holland Park, and not Southall. He gained a few friends in those years, and they enjoyed playing together. Karrl kept up with his good grades, and was learning quite a few new languages, including, French and Spanish. He also started to learn how to play the guitar because of his music classes.

But when he hit puberty at the age of thirteen instead of gaining a dodgy moustache he gained silver hair and one red eye. This freaked him out, and he ran straight to his father. Wayne, his father pulled him out of school for a few days trying to dye his hair, but it would not change, and to cover his eye he bought a Hazel contact lens for Karrl. Seeing that he could not do much for the hair he spoke to the school and told them due to a server deficiency of cobalamin his hair had gone grey.

When he went back to The Vaughn there was a class assembly about it, his friends did not mind, but the older students picked on him about out, and once again, the fighting commenced, but by now second level Blue Sash and was able to handle himself against any who wished to hurt him.

He was now fifteen and something happened that day that changed his social standing in the school. One of the few people who still picked fights with Karrl got a lucky punch in, straight across the side of his face, knocking out his contact lens, revealing his red eye. With that punch he had lost all but one of his friends, and even she did not openly hang out with him. The students hated and feared him, but the school itself would not expel him, for two reasons, the press, and the fact he was one of their top pupils.

Sixteen and he had finished his GCSEs, all eight of them in fact, taking, German, French, Spanish, Mathematics, English, Information Communication Technology, Modular Science and Music. He was finished for the year and was getting ready to go on to Six Form, which is the next stage of learning when a student hits sixteen.

He was on his way home; he was quite excited because his father had said they were going on a trip to his homeland. It was the first time he was going to go abroad, and couldn’t wait, but on his way home something happened that would change his life. He was confronted by the last three people who picked fights with him. After a quick scrap it would have been finished, But something happened, all the anger, all the hate, every negative emotion he had bottled up inside of him exploded with this kick and a burst of flames came from his foot, burning the young man’s face to a crispy critter.

Karrl eyes widened as the impact caught him off balance and sent him back. Waving frantically to try and grab something even though he knew there was nothing to grab his hand set of sending a number of bursts of flames in random directions. The unfortunate thing was, he caught a couple of innocent bystanders, including, even more unfortunately, a five year old little boy.

He couldn’t stop the flames, and whilst he was trying to stop them it was almost like he forgot he was falling but he remembered as his head collided with the concrete with a cracking sound. A flash of light passed his eyes and then everything went black. As soon as he became unconscious the flames disappeared.

When he awoke he found himself in his room, and it was already dark. After a short amount of time moving about in his room, trying to make sense of it all his door opened and his father was there, but it was not an angry look on Wayne’s face, but one of contemplation and understanding. His father wanted to talk to him.

After a conversation that took up a lot of the night he found out a few things, and some of them were about his mother. It turned out his mother was a mutant and was in a group called The Brotherhood. They had met on Wayne’s travels around the world and had fallen in love. Wayne also said he would be sending him away to help Karrl learning how to control his powers, but it was not The bad mutants he would be sending him to, but the school that will save him. It also turned out that his mother’s dieing wishes was that if Karrl did turn out to be a mutant he would send him to this school. Also, Wayne had spoken to The school when Karrl’s physical mutations came through. He would be going there the next morning. He understood, and there was also one thing he decided that night himself, he would now also go by the name of Camaxtli

All of them one to one hundred.

Likes: Music, Football (Soccer), Drinking, Smoking, Partying, Martial Arts.
Dislikes: Bullies, Self Doubt, Discrimination, hatred, lack of self control.
Life's Ambition: To make his mother proud, even though she is dead.
Crippling Fear: Losing control of his powers again.
Greatest Secret: He had a son, he died when he was born, along with the mother.
Quirks: Scratching the back of his ear, laughing when nervous.
Hobbies: Martial Arts, Singing, Songwriting, Fixing Bikes, Racing.
Profession: Mechanic

All of them millions.

Psychological Condition: He is as sane as anyone can be in this day and age.
Moral Code: Karrl does not have many morals, but the ones he does have he sticks to them with a passion.
Social Issues: Flirting with taken women.
Other Issues: A bit of a temper when the person gets on a soft spot of his.
Public Behavior: He is player, and if he see a girl he likes he will go after them without a second thought, this has gotten him into trouble more times then he cares to remember.
Languages: English, French, German, Spanish.
Mode of Transport: KTM 250 SX-F Off-Road Dirt
Favorite Sayings: Come and Have a go if you think you’re hard enough.
Motto: The world maybe blind, but it still hurts when you poke their eye.

All of them trillions.

Alias: Cam
Age: 24
Contact: PM, Email.
Code: SUPERCALIFRAGILISTICESPIALIDOCIOUS

Cam got his weapon ready; if he was going to die he would die fighting, just how he always wanted it. Karrl was not going to bow down to anyone or anything even if the thing made him look like a midget and in fact if Karrl was not half as brave would be pissing his pants right there and then.

He then saw ice coming towards them, Oh d’is can’t be good. He sighed and stood there waiting to either be eaten or turned into a Camcicle. But what actually happened was not what he expected, they were frozen, all of the Behemoths were frozen, and him, and unfortunately Deadpool, were untouched.

Karrl looked at the guy, he looked familiar, but he couldn’t not remember where from. But when Deadpool asked Karrl to kill him he sighed and shook his head. Karrl like a fight as much as the next blade wielding maniac, but he would not kill that guy who just saved their asses. He looked at the guy and out popped one of Karrl hands as he said,

“Sorry ‘bout d’a human Jigsaw d’ere, I’m sure he’s grateful as I am f’a y’a saving our necks, he’s just hiding it well… very, very well. Oh, by the way, I’m Camaxtli.”

So what are you gonna do with them all?

Application has been made by the fantastic ASH! Steal it or take it without asking or changing my code and I will hunt you down with barbecue sauce and my trusty fork. Song used is Live Like You’re Dying by Lenka.