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onetomanyCharacter: Jamie Madrox / "Multiple Man"
Series: X-Factor (Marvel 616)
Character Age: Late 20s/Early 30s
Job: Lost & Found Curator
Canon: Being a superhero isn't all about beating up bad guys and getting the girl, sometimes you have to look out for the little guy too. Your invisible son has gone missing? Good luck getting ahold of The Avengers. A witch turned your husband into a cat? The X-Men won't even leave their driveway for that. Fortunately for you, X-Factor Investigations is there to take the case! Jamie Madrox, the leader of this team, is a mutant who has the power to make perfect duplicates ("dupes") of himself whenever his body suffers any type of impact, with some dupes representing a specific aspect of his personality.
Generally, Jamie is a pretty easygoing guy with a sense of humor and tries his best to take everything in stride. Up until fairly recently in his life, he had assumed the role of the comic relief, rarely taking the spotlight and always had other people making decisions for him. Because of this, he struggles with maintaining his team and trips up anytime there's a major fork in the road. He also tends to mask his more difficult emotions beneath conversational misdirects and quips, some of which are based on pop culture references that tend to go unnoticed or unappreciated.
Sample Post:
Usually when a woman comes to me and says "Hey Jamie, I've got a job for you down south", it can mean any number of things. But unfortunately this time it meant the southern continental United States — home of the infamous "Bible Belt", reality shows about gator hunting, and uh...apparently something named Marcy. I suppose it could be worse, but for the sake of exposition, let's just say that it's a bad place and I don't want to be here.
In fact, I'm only here because of a vague letter that was addressed to me, urgently requesting my presence. The return address said "CFUD", which lead to the most uninformative Google search ever, and the stamp on the envelope wasn't even a real stamp, it was just a crude drawing of a man's peni—
Is there anything I should be doing right now, or do you just like having someone around to listen to you talk? Seeing as how I'm your dupe, I already know everything you're going to say and none of it is interesting.
Well you're a lot mouthier than the last guy I was monologuing to, but then again a lot of his face was missing because he was a zombie, so he probably wasn't be able to articulate very well. He also seemed more focused on trying to take a bite out of me. Do you think it's too soon to make a joke about bath salts?
Are we really going to do this?
I thought we could do a whole dupe schtick to pass the time, but clearly you're the part of me who gets up on the wrong side of the bed.
Just absorb me please, it's grotesquely humid out here and I don't feel like listening to your—
Alright, you're done. And since there's no way out of this summer camp/cult compound/whatever it is, I'm basically stuck here in the worst tourist attraction ever, hoping that I didn't just walk into the middle of a horror movie. I'm not using that term lightly, this place has everything from monster animals to zombies, straight out of a meth-head's nightmare. I have no clue what would happen if any of my dupes died here, but something tells me that it would be in my best interest not to find out. The last thing the world needs is 30 Madrox zombies dragging their feet around and eating dead opossums while talking about last night's episode of Dancing with the Stars.
Series: X-Factor (Marvel 616)
Character Age: Late 20s/Early 30s
Job: Lost & Found Curator
Canon: Being a superhero isn't all about beating up bad guys and getting the girl, sometimes you have to look out for the little guy too. Your invisible son has gone missing? Good luck getting ahold of The Avengers. A witch turned your husband into a cat? The X-Men won't even leave their driveway for that. Fortunately for you, X-Factor Investigations is there to take the case! Jamie Madrox, the leader of this team, is a mutant who has the power to make perfect duplicates ("dupes") of himself whenever his body suffers any type of impact, with some dupes representing a specific aspect of his personality.
Generally, Jamie is a pretty easygoing guy with a sense of humor and tries his best to take everything in stride. Up until fairly recently in his life, he had assumed the role of the comic relief, rarely taking the spotlight and always had other people making decisions for him. Because of this, he struggles with maintaining his team and trips up anytime there's a major fork in the road. He also tends to mask his more difficult emotions beneath conversational misdirects and quips, some of which are based on pop culture references that tend to go unnoticed or unappreciated.
Sample Post:
Usually when a woman comes to me and says "Hey Jamie, I've got a job for you down south", it can mean any number of things. But unfortunately this time it meant the southern continental United States — home of the infamous "Bible Belt", reality shows about gator hunting, and uh...apparently something named Marcy. I suppose it could be worse, but for the sake of exposition, let's just say that it's a bad place and I don't want to be here.
In fact, I'm only here because of a vague letter that was addressed to me, urgently requesting my presence. The return address said "CFUD", which lead to the most uninformative Google search ever, and the stamp on the envelope wasn't even a real stamp, it was just a crude drawing of a man's peni—
Is there anything I should be doing right now, or do you just like having someone around to listen to you talk? Seeing as how I'm your dupe, I already know everything you're going to say and none of it is interesting.
Well you're a lot mouthier than the last guy I was monologuing to, but then again a lot of his face was missing because he was a zombie, so he probably wasn't be able to articulate very well. He also seemed more focused on trying to take a bite out of me. Do you think it's too soon to make a joke about bath salts?
Are we really going to do this?
I thought we could do a whole dupe schtick to pass the time, but clearly you're the part of me who gets up on the wrong side of the bed.
Just absorb me please, it's grotesquely humid out here and I don't feel like listening to your—
Alright, you're done. And since there's no way out of this summer camp/cult compound/whatever it is, I'm basically stuck here in the worst tourist attraction ever, hoping that I didn't just walk into the middle of a horror movie. I'm not using that term lightly, this place has everything from monster animals to zombies, straight out of a meth-head's nightmare. I have no clue what would happen if any of my dupes died here, but something tells me that it would be in my best interest not to find out. The last thing the world needs is 30 Madrox zombies dragging their feet around and eating dead opossums while talking about last night's episode of Dancing with the Stars.
