Scott Summers is a mutant with the ability to fire an optic blast from his eyes. Having been one of the first members of the modern group of X-Men, Scott Summers was chosen to succeed his mentor.
The way that things worked out sometimes really caught Sharon off guard, even she couldn’t have timed leaving S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters to end up walking right into a crowd in mourning for her former colleague. It was pure chance, and a oddly touching moment. It reminded her of what she was fighting for by rebuilding her aunt’s legacy, to help these people in the same ways that Tony had. As all of them had.
Considering the size of the crowd as Grace attempts to depart she isn’t wholly surprised to find herself colliding with another body, but she should have been paying more attention. She could get killed by being lax like that. “No need to apologise” Sharon offers with a tight smile “It’s normally me walking into other people too engrossed in my never-ending emails.”
When the world lost anyone, the weeks that followed were the strangest. Those who had been considered less than honourable were forgiven. All of their past transgressions, their mistakes were washed away with death and no one could say anything. They say don’t speak ill of the dead but Scott couldn’t help but resent Iron Man. A man who had built his fortune on destruction was being hailed as a hero. Irony was in full force today.
The woman was pleasant enough but once he was in this mood, it was incredibly difficult for Scott to get out of it. Sometimes he wondered if he revelled in this sour, darkened change but that wasn’t something to discuss right now. “I swear my head wasn’t in my phone,” He smiled, forcefully but still it was there. “Did you work with Mr. Stark?” He asked, trying to distract himself from this never ending sulk.
peter danced absent mindedly as he flipped through some books he probably shouldn’t have been touching in the first place. the music blasting through his earbuds could be heard before anyone even came in the door. when peter was researching, he was off in his own little world. the book was over quantum physics. more specifically, the probabilities of quantum physics.
the teenager ended up bumping into someone with one of his dance moves, turning around quickly to face whoever he had bumped.“i am so sorry…” he widened his eyes. “i didn’t hurt you, did i? i’m sorry… i thought i was alone.” the brown haired boy set down the book, running his fingers through his hair. “ummm, did… you know that one of the most controversial aspects of quantum physics is actually that it’s impossible to predict with certainty the outcome of a single experiment on a quantum system. there’s also the aspect of the theory that leads to things like particles being in multiple states at the same time. all we can predict is probability, and prior to a measurement that determines a particular outcome, the system being measured is in an indeterminate state that mathematically maps to a superposition of all possibilities with different… probabilities.“ he rambled on, nodding toward the book. “i wasn’t doing anything illegal…” he prefaced, a small grin on his face.
One thing that Scott had learned over the years was one thing; he could never have too many pairs of his ruby quartz glasses. When on missions, many of their enemies had aimed for his visor, as the myth of his name sake, which left Scott with a lot of broken glasses. After picking up one of the replacements, Scott’s attention was brought to the boy dancing and knocking his new glasses out of his hands. “Fuck,” Scott muttered under his breath. If these were broken, it really was a new record. He listened to the boy-child explain something about physics but in all honesty, Scott had no idea what was being said. “I’m more into the mechanics not the physics side of things sorry kid.”
“Pity.” Emma stood in the doorway as she looked to the other mutant. Her meetings with the X-Men were brief. She preferred to keep herself to herself. A woman who could do it all alone so to speak. She stood there as she looked back at him. So this was the mighty Scott Summers? He didn’t seem like much. Despite her less than clean past, what made people like her and the organisation she was in dangerous before she overtook it was that they didn’t fight in the streets like animals. They had what powerful people had; wealth and affluence. Mutant powers was simply a bonus. She was just smarter on how to use them. Smart enough to overthrow them.
Emma stepped in, inspecting the decor. “My meetings are usually with the bald man in the wheelchair.” Emma thought out loud. Her eyes inspected the room, as if looking for some sort of secret camera or device. “Though I suppose if you are taking over this meeting then I am sure Charles Xavier assured you how much I don’t appreciate my time being wasted.” Emma stood across from him before offering her hand. “Emma Frost.”
Emma Frost. The White Queen of the Hellfire club and now, what, she was reformed? Her questionable deeds were pushed to the side to help the mutant cause. Scott would never admit this, or think it in close proximity to a telepath, but Emma Frost certainly had a presence that he doubted any man could ignore and it wasn’t just based on her attire. Right now, Scott wasn’t putting that leader energy out into the world. He had his ruby quartz glasses but he was dressed down in comparison to his present company. “Both sides are running an anti-mutant agenda.” Scott let out a heavy sigh. “We’ve got to vote for the one with the least amount of crazy ideas.” That was a far cry. Both listened and fanned the flames of mutant fear and they could do nothing but sit back and hope.
It took Scott a second or two to get his concentration back. Pulling his gaze from her, Scott stood up with his golden boy smile he had perfected. “The professor has been called away on different matters,” Scott said, keeping it vague. In truth, he didn’t know if he should trust the White Queen. Other faculty members had expressed their reservations but Scott had to give people the benefit of the doubt. He had to as the example of mutant kind. “Scott Summers,” He said, taking her hand into his. “And I promise I’m more than capable of a minute or two of your time.”
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location: STREETS OF NEW YORK
If the world knew how to do two things, it was to hate to mourn. Tony Stark was not without his vices but the world needed to remember him as a flawless hero and not the man who sold weapons for war. The street’s were filled for the minute’s silence outside the Avengers tower and amongst them was Scott Summers. Known to the world as Cyclops, no one batted an eye at him when he wasn’t dressed in his X-Men uniform. His ruby-quartz glasses oddly didn’t stand out amongst the crowd.
Standing in silence, shoulder to shoulder amongst the mourners, it was a perfect opportunity to see how well the mutant public opinion was faring. Naturally, the whispers Scott heard never put mutants in the best of lights but what else could he do? Scott turned to walk away but he accidently knocked into someone in the crowd. “I’m so sorry,” His voice was calm, if a little apologetic. “I guess I was too caught up in the crowd to see where I was going.”
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location: Xavier School
The world had turned upside down. The worst thing that could have happened was the Thanos snap but then the world discovered mutants and they became the most hated thing in the world. For years, Scott had trained for this day. Mentally preparing himself for the world to find out what the next step in human evolution was but he wasn’t prepared for the amount of burning hatred they would feel. Scott had almost prayed things would return to normal when the snap was reversed but it got worse. Tony Stark had died and it was all somehow mutants fault.
Sitting alone, Scott had disregarded his book for what was on the screen. The Sentinel Programme was going to be passed in congress without a single objection. All of this came on the back end of Xavier refusing to sign the accords. “At least the mutants can be thanked for one thing,” He said, closing his book. “They’ve united the United States government.” It was a sick joke. One without humor but what else could he say in this present moment? The world, for mutants, was only going to get worse and he was the one to lead them.
SCOTT SUMMERS is here who looks just like MICHIEL HUSIMAN! HE has found themselves facing the new world after the snap. they were are known as CYCLOPS and are/is currently THIRTY-NINE years old and can usually be found with THE X MEN. we hope they can survive this new beginning.
NAME: Scott Summers
CODENAME/NICKNAMES: Cyclops
AGE: 39
SPECIES: Mutant
HAIR COLOUR: Dark Brown.
EYE COLOUR: Brown but red with his optic blasts
GENDER: Male
SEXUALITY: Hetrosexual
OCCUPATION: Leader of the X-Men / Vice principle of the Xavier School
FAMILY:
Christopher Summers (father);
Katherine Summers (mother, deceased);
Madelyne Pryor (The clone of Jean, first wife)
Alex Summers (brother)
Gabriel Summers (brother)
Nathaniel Summers (son with Madelyne Pryor)
POWERS & ABILITIES:
Optic blasts, Trajectory Bending, Spatial Awareness, Energy Resistance, Expert Pilot, Master Tactician and Strategist & multi lingual.
HEADCANONS:
Scott has always thought of Charles Xavier as his father and the school was and always would be his home. He feels the pressure of being the golden boy that the mutant kind need him to be. To have the perfect life, perfect career. Everything has to be perfect but despite his facade, Scott’s perfect life is breaking apart slowly.
The Thanos Snap did not claim Scott as a victim. Instead, Scott stayed with Charles and the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning as Charles’s second in command in terms of the schooling. With the X-Men, Scott had no other choice to become their full-fledged leader but sometimes feels like he is going to crack under the pressure of the entire mutant race.
Before the Thanos Snap, Scott was working on getting more control over his optic blasts. His aim was to be able to open his eyes and not let any optic blasts or beams come through. Scott has yet to achieve this.
PERSONALITY:
+ Selfless
+ Brave
+ Adaptable
- Serious
- Strict
- Self cynical
BIOGRAPHY:
Scott Summers is the oldest child of Christopher Summers (Corsair) and Katherine Ann Summers. When Scott and his younger brother Alex were flying home from a family vacation, a Shi’ar scout ship materialized and set their plane on fire. Their mother pushed Scott and Alex out of the plane door with just one parachute. Using his mutant optic blasts for the first time, Scott was able to slow down their blazing parachute. Upon landing, Scott suffered a head injury and the two brothers were hospitalized. On night, Scott woke up in the middle of the night with visions of falling out of the burning plane. He destroyed the hospital roof with his optic blasts. When he woke up, Scott found himself and his brother were separated within the foster care system.
As a teenager, Scott began to suffer from severe headaches and he was sent to a specialist who provided him with lenses made of ruby-quartz. Soon after, Scott's mutant power erupted from his eyes as an uncontrollable blast of optic force. The blast demolished a crane, causing it to drop its payload toward a terrified crowd. Scott saved everyone by obliterating the object with another blast, but the bystanders believed that he had tried to kill them and rallied into an angry mob. Scott fled, escaping on a freight train.
In the School for Gifted Youngsters the X-Men were tutored by Professor X and trained in the use of their powers in the Danger Room. As Cyclops, Scott became deputy leader of the X-Men. While he was a skilled tactician, Scott's social skills were lacking. For years, Scott had spent his time training and learning from the likes of Xavier and has been a mutant that many look up to. As a student, many had admired him and that lead to a blossoming teenage romance with Jean Grey, another mutant. Years had drifted them apart and Scott had married Madelyn Pyror, unknown to him that she was his teenage love’s clone. The pair had a son but Scott grew distant and soon left his first wife and son in Anchorage.
His skills with tactics and mission planning but all of that confidence was snapped away with Thanos. After the snap, Scott focused everything he had solely on his team and students but the snap had given him a grimmer, more serious personality than before. As a result, many of his relationships became strained. The Snap made him question not only their relationship, but his life as a whole.Following the outing of Professor X as a mutant to the world, Scott has remained at the professor’s side in order to help guide and protect the new age of mutants.
- You’re pushing me places I don’t want to go, but know I should… you’re good for me, Emma Frost. That’s why I love you.
- Now you’re going to make me cry. (…) Kiss me again.
