Dr. James Bradley

( Private to Beast, Box and Cypher )

I would behoove you all to stay out of the laboratory for the next 24 hours or so.

Unless, that is, you really like danger and combustibles. In which case, I recommend taking a picture of your eyebrows now. A little something to remember them by.

( Private to Dazzler )

[Xavier Students and Faculty]

ATTENTION TINY MUTANT DUCKLINGS:

For those of you who I haven't had the pleasure of meeting yet, I am Doctor Nemesis. This weekend, I will be conducting my annual survey of your unique side effects of puberty, also known as mutations. Attendance in these exercises is mandatory, as it is the best way of us knowing if one of you is likely to explode into a fireball with little-to-no warning.

Believe me when I say that I have my ways of tracking you down should you try to avoid these tests. If I can find a genocider in the heart of a South American rainforest, I can find a sassy teenager out smoking behind the back of the gymnasium in some misguided form of self expression.

Sincerely Yours,
Dr. Nemesis

[Summers and McCoy]

Hey.

Isn't it about time for the annual Running of the Baby Mutants?

OOC: He means when he gets to test out the students powers, but it probably will actually involve them running away.

Now, which one of my little Darwin Award nominees wants to help ol' Doc Nemesis hold some test tubes?

I nominate Madrox. The most economical solution, really. There's more than enough of him to go around, and I'm happy to let everyone take turns poking him really hard. Win-win!

Mun Information
Name: Marissa
Age: 26
E-Mail: glamourcharm@gmail.com
AIM: glamourcharmcat
Previous RP Experience: Lots
Did you read the rules? 12!

Character Information
Name: Dr. James Nicola Bradley
Codename/Tag Name: Doctor Nemesis
Age/DOB: 104/October 23, 1906
Affiliation: X-Factor
Twitter Account: ---
E-Mail Address(es): j.bradley@xaviers.org
PB: John Slattery
Journal Name: doctornemesis

Powers/Abilities: Nemesis's chief ability is a self-evolved intellect and biology. His body possesses an enhanced immune system and ages at a slowed rate. He has enhanced his longevity further through his own brilliant workings and has never been shy about experimenting on himself. This is how he came to have hyper-enhanced vision, giving him the ability to see with incredible minutia. He can see major genetic anomalies and can process visual information quickly enough to know the difference between a speedster and a localized time warper. Because of this, he considers himself an authority on mutant taxonomy--well, frankly, he considers himself an authority on anything and everything given enough exposure to the subject.

In combat, James draws on his experiences in WWII and its aftermath. He possesses great skill in unarmed combat, tracking and interrogation. Also, his has outfitted a number of guns to fire hypodermic needles full of whatever he chooses (usually suspiciously powerful narcotics).

Weaknesses: Nemesis has a pesky habit of being very blunt with people. Often lacking in sympathy and patience, he will let you know what he thinks of you without sugar coating it (usually going the extra mile to coat it in a thick layer of virulent sarcasm). Because of this, he has been known to butt heads with people. Say the wrong thing to him about Nazis, and his temper is likely to explode. All around, he's a bit of a grouch except when people leave him alone to his devices (but that hasn't happened to him much since joining the X-Teams). Though his body is resistant to age, it is not (as in the case of Wolverine or X-23) resistant to injury. If he gets stabbed, he's going to bleed and keep bleeding until he gets a chance to close the hole up.

He also suffers from the same burden that most men of genius intellect possess: the willingness to bend morality in the name of progress. His past failings have made him slightly more cautious when it comes to his experiments but only slightly. He'll still stick a person (or himself) with a relatively untested concoction if he feels confident enough in its composition. This kind of lackadaisical bedside manner doesn't always make him a favorite amongst his peers.

History: James Bradley was born in San Francisco in 1906. His father had died in the months leading up to his birth, and his mother died of complications during childbirth. His ruggedly handsome and wise doctor thereafter delivered him into the hands of a good foster family who raised the boy as their own. Unbeknowst to him and his foster parents, James was different from other children. They just assumed he was unnaturally bright, but later, James would come to realize on his own that he was one of the first possessors of the X-gene, which endowed him with an increasingly-evolving intellect.

He took to the study of medicine, and it was from his successes as a physician that he was approached by Professor Phineas T. Horton to assist in experimental android projects--artificial men were a popular concept in the years after the First World War, where the staggering toll on human life had thrust an innocent world into horror. Horton convinced Bradley that they were doing great work, saving the lives of soldiers in the long run, replacing them with a renewable, mechanical resource, but James soon came to release that Horton's aims were less altruistic.

Their partnership reached an impasse when Horton, eagerly seeking money and accolades for his achievements, decided that he wanted to go public with a prototype android. Bradley knew that the prototype had a large flaw that caused it to catch on fire and wanted more time to resolve this problem. Horton called a press conference to debut the work without Bradley's input, and the experiment failed in front of the public eye. Humilated by association, James broke off the partnership, taking with him as much research data as he could get his hands on.

Armed with his former partner's knowledge of engineering, he set to work on creating his own android. The machine had a very limited set of abilities, but Bradley convinced his naive creation that he was fellow scientist and lab assistant who specialized in the manipulation of electricity. It was around this time that Bradley's thoughts returned to doing great things, to heroism and grandeur. He took up the mantle of Dr. Nemesis, acting as a medical-themed vigilante by night and a surgeon by day. His android became his sidekick, aptly named Volton.

He carried on this way for a number of adventures but soon became increasingly impatient with the limits of his heroism and the resulting mediocrity he had resigned himself to as a surgeon due to splitting his time between medicine and the superhero lifestyle. It was no wonder that when he was approached by people who knew his work well, who flattered and sought his assistance, that he turned a blind eye to good sense. He was approached by agents of the Third Reich to form a group of costumed beings capable of fighting the superheroes of the Allied forces. The men and women that he gathered together to form Battle-Axis all had their reasons for wanting the Allied troops stopped, and James calmed his conscience by noting that none of them were prejudicial or genocidal.

Taking on the moniker of Dr. Death during this time, he began to orchestrate a plan to cause a large earthquake on the U.S. West Coast which would cripple war industry in America. As this plan moved into action, his team often came into confrontation with the U.S. and it was through these confrontations that his genius plans dissolved. Volton had, of course, been brought onto Battle-Axis, but at the final confrontation during which Dr. Death was meant to deliver the crippling seismic blow upon America, one of the Allied heroes revealed to Volton that he was not human at all, hardly with thoughts of his own. Confused and betrayed, Volton attacked his creator, striking James with deadly force before destroying himself.

James probably would have died if not for experimental enhancements he had made to his own physique. Following his defeat, he left Europe altogether, returning to New York with his tail between his legs. The war was over, and now everyone knew the true scope of the Nazi's evil machinations. For once in his life, Bradley felt true shame, true regret. Between his near-death experience and the fact that his wartime crimes were untraceable, he took the opportunity to start over, to do good. He resumed his costumed persona of Dr. Nemesis for some time before something greater lead him away from New York.

Upon hearing rumors that some Nazi stragglers were continuing their evil experiments in sunnier climates, he moved to Buenos Aires. For decades, he lived there--tracking down and killing what remained of the Third Reich and also destroying a disturbing number of Nazi clones. He returned to research, inspired in an odd way by the clones to learn all he could about genetics. This was how he stumbled upon his own status as a mutant, and his small contributions to the field were the reason that the X-Men sought him out, initially looking for assistance in solving the power-swap conundrum. His own powers of intellect being somewhat diminished at the time, he rejected their request, which launched a frustrating game of back-and-forth between himself and Hank McCoy in which the latter kept trying to wrangle Nemesis onto the research team. Eventually tempted away from Nazi-hunting by the alluring promise of having his own lab to work with, he agreed to come work for the X-Teams so long as he got to "work as far away from that damned McCoy as possible." Secretly happy to be returning to his hometown of San Francisco, Nemesis works with X-Factor, also traveling to Westchester on a semi-annual basis to catalog the abilities of the tiny mutant chicklings that appear at the school each year.

Writing Sample: James could remember being in the deep, dark, hot, sticky jungles of South America, the kind of place where every animal was more colorful than a fuzzy velvet blacklight poster and trying its damnedest to kill you before you could so much as blink, and still in a Fedora, he had wandered as deep as he could go in search of his prize. Sometimes, it was a rare jungle flower. Sometimes, it was just another damned Nazi trying to live the comfortable life with his new compadres in the drug trade. Every trip had been uncomfortable, damp and tiring, but he had never failed to get what he was after.

Ergo, it was a Herculean feat of will to keep his mouth shut when a woman in jeggings snatched up the last can of Pizza Pringles from right in front of his face. It was even harder not to rip it right from her hands, but most of all, it was downright impossible to let her get away with them. Sure, he could let a little thing go from time to time, but that had been his main reason for coming to the store. Plus, there were the jungles of South America to think of. He couldn't let that Hell on Earth lose its street cred to a woman in jeggings with a terrible bottle dye hair color who (one could assume) watched too much of The Real Housewives. Frankly, revenge was a noble quest in this case.

He tailed her through the store, waiting until she had stopped to read some nutritional facts to make his move. Discreetly, he passed behind her, injecting her with a paralyzing agent. It would wear off after five minutes or so, but that was enough time for him to take the can out of her shopping cart and make his way out of the store. An hour later, he was back in his lab. The can made a satisfying pop as it was opened, and he smiled. "Another great victory for science!"

Other Notes/Information: "Most likely to discover you're secretly an unholy Hitler clone, you evil sonuvabitch!"