Scott Summers

Scott Corsair, The Cyclops, Cyclops Corsair, Cyke, Slim, One-Eye

Description:
Affiliations Solo d6 Buddy d10 Team d8
Distinctions Something To Prove d4+PP
- Gifted Young Man or
- “Whoa! Space Lord, Mother Fucker!” d8
Power Set Optic Beam
- Force Blast d10 Spatial Awareness d10
- Reflexes d6 -
- SFX Energy Absorption On a successful reaction against an energy attack, convert your opponent’s effect die into an Optic Beam stunt or step up Force Blast until used in an action. If your opponent’s action succeeds, spend 1 pp to use this SFX.
- Limit Mutant When affected by mutant-specific complications or tech, earn 1 pp.
- Limit Ruby-Red Visor Change Force Blast into a complication or shutdown Force Blast to gain 1 pp. Spend an action vs. doom pool to recover Force Blast.
Specialties Cosmic Expert d8 Combat Expert d6
- Tech Rookie d6 Vehicle Rookie d4
- Psych Rookie d6 -
Stress Physical dX
- Mental dX
- Emotional dX
Trauma Physical dX
- Mental dX
- Emotional dX
Bio:

Gender: Male
Age: 14
Birthday: Sept 22nd, 2000
Father: Christoper Summers
Mother: Katherine Ann Summers (Deceased)
Siblings: Alex Summers (Brother)
Mutation: Optic Blasts

Three Things

  1. I was four and Alex, my brother, was two, when we were flying home. Dad had a sweet vintage plane and we had just taken it to Disney World. Or Disney Land. I don’t know. Whatever. It doesn’t matter because a fucking Shi’ar scout ship teleported us from the plane. Mom was given to Emperor D’Ken’s for his ‘harem’. When she resisted, he killed her. My dad, Alex, and I were sent work in mine pits but managed to escape.
  2. After escaping we stole a spaceship, the Starjammer, and began avenging mom’s death by raiding Shi’ar ships. We established ourselves an awesome pirate dynasty, the Corsairs. Eventually, we cornered D’Ken and jettisoned his fat ass into space.
  3. When my eyes started glowing Dad decided we needed to go back to Earth. We dropped the Corsair name and started going by Summers again. We’ve been in Alaska for the last few months and it seriously sucks. Dad says I need to learn to control my powers so I don’t tear the ship apart. It’s such bullshit because this visor he found for me keeps my lasers contained.

I’ve been stuffed in your pocket for the last hundred days
When I don’t get my bath I take it out on the slaves
So grease up your baby for the ball on the hill
And polish them rockets now, and swallow those pills
And sing whoa, space-lord mother mother

There’s a car in the field now in a column of flame
With two doors to choose but only one bears your name
You’ve been drinking my blood well I’ve been licking your wounds
I’ll shave off the pitch now in the scope of your tune
You’ll sing whoa space-lord mother mother

I left my throne a million miles away
I drink from your tit
I sing your blues every day
Now give me the strength
To split the world in two yeah
I ate all the rest and now I’ve gotta eat you

Well I sing…

Built in my nightmares and using my name
You’re stroking my cortex and you know I’m insane
I’m squeezed out in hump drive and drowning in love
Encompass them all to a position above
And sing whoa space-lord mother mother

I left my throne a million miles away
I drink from your tit
I sing your blues every day
Now give me the strength
To split the world in two yeah
I ate all the rest and now I’ve gotta eat you

Well I sing whoa space-lord mother
Whoa space-lord mother mother
Whoa space-lord mother mother
Whoa space-lord mother mother
Whoa space-lord mother mother
Whoa…

I lost my soul when I fell to earth
My planets called me to the void of my birth
The time has come for me to kill this game
Now open wide and say my name

Whoa space-lord mother mother
Whoa space-lord mother mother
Whoa space-lord mother mother
Whoa space-lord mother mother
Whoa space-lord mother mother
Whoa space-lord mother mother
Whoa space-lord mother mother
Whoa space-lord mother mother
Whoa space-lord mother mother
Whoa space-lord mother mother
Whoa space-lord mother mother
Whoa space-lord mother mother
Whoa space-lord mother mother
Whoa space-lord mother mother
Whoa space-lord mother mother
Whoa space-lord mother mother
Whoa space-lord mother mother

Scott Summers

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