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Name: Dr. Carson Elliot Rodgers (M.D.)
Codename: Mortis
Aliases: Dr. Death (as labeled by fellow mutants)
Age: 35
Occupation: blackmarket necromancer
Sexuality: heterosexual
Faction: X-Men
Physical Description: People always think of mad scientists as men in white lab coats with big white hair, thick glasses, and over the age of 65. Dr. Carson Rodgers is definitely not the picture of a crazy doctor gone wrong, but still right at the same time. Of course he has the ubiquitous lab coat – a mad scientist MUST have one of those, but this thirty five year old pathologist, former medical examiner, and now teacher of biology and anatomy is probably the sexiest mad scientist ever. With strawberry blonde hair, a strong jaw line, clean shaven face, and a ripped body, no woman can resist his body. The personality is a different story, but not one for the physical appearance section.
Standing 6’1” and weighing just about 190 pounds, Carson has a body men dream about having and women dream about holding. His face is highly expressive and can convey every emotion known to man flawlessly, if he ever was emotional. Normally he wears just random, regular clothes – jeans, t-shirts, sneakers, even when he is teaching. He has gotten a few comments about his dress from his superiors, but he has never changed, and it is doubtful he ever will. Every once in a while if he is making a business deal or in a good mood he will wear something nice, like a suit and a tie or maybe just a dressy shirt. He is the type of guy that gets dressed in the dark, more preoccupied with other things besides how he looks, which is also why most mornings his hair is so messy.
Likes: *his Neopolitan Mastiff, Carmen (both pet and guard dog)
*the human body
*Mozart, Beethoven, the classics
*medical textbooks
*working (he is a workaholic)
Dislikes: *people who think he is crazy
*vegetables, fruit, etc.
*his privacy being violated
*the medical profession (what Hippocratic oath?)
*cats - he is allergic and they annoy him
Personality: There is one correct assumption most people make about Carson – he’s never always all there. Carson is somewhat like a sociopath meets schizophrenic meets genius. He is hard to pinpoint, with his obsession with death, the dead, spirits, ghosts, etc. His sense of humor always seems to be morbid and on the very dark end of the scale, tinged with a very gross way of putting things. Most people are not amused by how Carson thinks, but a lot of his thoughts are ones of pure genius. He loves Mozart and Chopin, Beethoven being too mundane for his tastes. He even conducts the music when he listens to his stereo or while he is driving, acting like a true conductor with the hand movements and all the seriousness. He can play the music almost entirely from memory without reading it, too.
His IQ is around 175, and the degrees he holds Summa Cum Laude just back up his intellectual prowess. He is witty yet still stern and prepared, always ready for a new situation. The fact his house is covered in paintings of battles with blood and guts, shrunken heads from Borneo, skeletons, anatomy books, and things that only a serial killer would have gross many people who visit his house out, specifically ladies (he is heterosexual, though – just not interested at the moment). In the past few years women have really been pushed to the back burner as he gets more and more involved with his work. He goes to extreme measures to keep his privacy from those he is not comfortable with. He is not a serial killer – he is not even evil, he is just a crazy man who had a love of death, dead people, dead bodies, ghosts, spirits, cemeteries, etc. He is a hard fellow to understand.
History: The second of three sons of Gary and Mary Louise Rodgers of Pensacola, Florida, Carson from a young age was like a child prodigy. Reading at a college level by age seven, playing Mozart by ten, and completing high school at the age of 14 (home schooling), Carson was the perfect child. His brothers Frankie and Brett were always jealous of how much attention Carson got. Gary and Mary Louise were hesitant to send their fourteen year old off to college by him self, so they packed up the family and moved to Chicago so Carson could attend the University of Chicago, one of the most prestigious universities in the world. Among the brightest minds in the world, he was the brightest of the bunch, receiving two Bachelor’s Degrees (Biology and Chemistry) at age 18 and entering medical school at twenty after completing a Master’s Degree in Biochemistry.
What Carson never told anyone during this time was that during his work with dead bodies for pre-med classes, he could communicate with the soul, bring the body (or body part) back to life for a few seconds. He could make hands clench, he could make a knee bend, he could make eyes blink, and in his head he could hear the voices of the people whose bodies he was cutting open. Most people would have been scared, but Carson was fascinated in a dark, demented way. Death fascinated him more and more as these voices told him things and as he could make the bodies come back to life. By twenty five he completed his internship and ended up in New York City as an Assistant Medical Examiner. During a routine psychological evaluation, it was discovered that Carson had developed a slight form of schizophrenia, or at least that is what they said. Carson told the psychologist about the voices of the people, about the things he could do, and things the dead people had told him. That earned him a ticket straight out of the medical examiner’s office, with a little note sent to many other offices saying ‘Do Not Hire – He Is Crazy’.
Carson spent a year trying to find a job – any job that he could find. For a twenty seven year old, the world might be clamoring for someone with his skills and expertise, but no sane institution would hire him. He considered going back to school to get his Ph.D. in forensic chemistry, or going overseas to look for a job, or even becoming an undertaker. He just wanted a job that would give him contact with the dead. What he ended up with was a job at Xavier’s Academy teaching Anatomy and Biology, no dead bodies involved. But what he didn’t tell anyone was that he had secured a nice little job on the side that got him a great deal of nice money and the chance to commune with the deceased, driving him crazier and crazier as time went. He bought a nice house in Westchester County, a Mercedes, a well bred dog, leather furniture, nice clothes, an underground laboratory…
It took him a great deal of effort covering up the big house supposedly bought on a teacher’s salary, as well as all of the medical equipment. He discovered in his meddling that there were certain things he could combine with his power that made the reanimation last longer, in turn making the communication with the spirits much stronger and making the conversations much more interesting. Students who took his classes either thought he was crazy (which he is), or a brilliant mind who made anatomy much more interesting than they ever expected with his in depth conversations on things most people had never thought of. Some of these things also happened to be things that only he could know. Once in a while a student came along that he especially liked for their ‘superior intellect’ (or the ones that sucked up to him the most) to his house for a little showing of his lab, after making them swear to keep it a secret.
As time has gone on Carson has dipped further down and down into man scientist insanity. He continues to make deals on the black market, reviving people for a few minutes for $10,000 a pop. All he does is show up, play his little part, get his money, and goes home to spend hit little fortune. With two, sometimes three deals a week, a man can make very good money. He continues to hold his position as an instructor to cover up the black market dealings, and sometimes he does find contact with the younger generation quite interesting.
After the fall of Xavier and the destruction of the Institute, Carson lost his job, but his connections led him to stay with the X-Men, if only as an associate (he is no fighter). He works out of the townhouse in Manhattan now, the first basement the headquarters for his offices and workshop for more obvious matters, but he continues to live in Westchester County, commuting daily. Much of the funding for the X-Men comes from him and his multi-million dollar business interests on the black market. If anyone is susceptible to capture among the X-Men, it is Carson, but in the past few years he has managed to keep a low profile, even though some have suspected that maybe he is paying off the government in exchange for his safety and freedom...
Power: Carson has the power to reanimate cells and through that, temporarily bring a body, or body part, back to life. A lot of the time he can also communicate with the spirit of the dead body, provoking his fascination with death even more. The more he uses his gift, though, the more it messes with his mind, causing schizophrenia and making him a mild sociopath. At first he could make hands flex and clench, or eyes blink, but now he can make a full walking body that can stand up, and that can communicate through him. He is also a clairaudient, barely – with touch he can communicate with the dead, and with touch he can also hear the upcoming death of a person through their ears within a few days. Needless to say, this is a power that can drive anyone crazy.
Place of Birth: Pensacola, Florida, US
Place of Residence: Valhalla, New York, US
Nationality: American
Relatives: ~mother Mary Louise Astor Rodgers, age 68
~father Garrison "Gary" Rodgers, age 71
~older brother Franklin "Frankie" Rodgers, age 37
~younger brother Brett Rodgers, age 34
~sister-in-law Rebecca Rodgers, age 35 (married to Frankie)
~niece Lucy Mary Rodgers, age 3 (daughter of Frankie and Rebecca)
~sister-in-law Judith "Judy" Rodgers, age 29 (married to Brett)
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Carson Rodgers [Mortis]
