Scott Summers, or, A Paradox
By Emma Frost
He anmed himself after a mythological monster with one eye, who saw things from only one prospective-the right one, or at least the right one as he understood it. Ironic that Polyphemus was as little-liked as Scott Summers himself, as certain passages from The Oydessy seem to confirm.
Not many of Scott's teammates or subordinates like him very much; I venture to say that he is vastly unappreciated. It's rumored that he has a pole rammed up his posterior-that's why he's so rigid. He is the brunt of countless "Fearless Leader" jokes, and his nicknames range from mild, such as "the Boyscout," to risqué, such as "Carrot-arse," to name a few.
He has a beautiful wife. She's so beautiful, in fact, that nearly every X- Man (and I dare say, one or two of the X-Women) has had their eye on her at some time or another. He's the "Golden Boy" of one of the wealthiest, most politically influential men in the United States, and he leads his own team of X-Men into battle, more often than not coming away victorious. I suppose one could say that he has it all.
But then again, in seemingly uniform periods of time, he lost it all, as well. His parents died when he was only a child, or seemed to have met their deaths in a tragic airplane accident. The truth of the matter was that they were abducted by aliens, who murdered his mother and put his fathering a prison-camp, which are horrible no matter what the planet.
Then, years later, those same aliens came to Professor Xavier for help, and while Scott was fighting intergalactic baddies, his then-fiancée was replaced by a cosmic entity with seemingly limitless powers who, to make a long story short, became a homicidal maniac and committed suicide.
But then, Jean Grey showed up again-only, it wasn't her, it was a clone name Madelyne Pryor, whom Scott married within weeks of meeting. To this day, I wonder how much he thinks of what they shared, including their baby boy, Nathan.
Strange how that very boy was jettisoned into the future and returned when he was twice as old as his father.
But enough about his history, let's speak of the man himself.
He's strong, and I don't mean just physically. His morals are clear-cut, and once he makes up his mind, he sticks to his decisions. It's so far past impossible to get him to compromise his ideals that it's not even really worth speaking of.
His mind is strong. He's a veritable miracle when it comes to strategy, whether social or militant, but he always can be counted on to do what's best for the Team.
Though he cares for every teammate, he keeps himself distant from most of the X-Men; he knows the dangers associated with the job, and he's secretly terrified of losing yet another dear friend, of digging another grave beside dozens of others just freshly-covered. He has so many enemies that he knows anyone close to him immediately becomes a target.
That's why he's cold, and hard-lining, demanding. That's why he puts the "my word is law, don't even THINK about questioning it" façade up. Bu that's all it really is: a façade-a façade he wears so no one will feel the inner weeping of his soul, so that no one will feel enough for him to even try to get to know him as a man, as a human creature as opposed to a stern leader barking commands. He makes it nearly impossible for anyone to care enough to take the time and trouble to get under his skin.
But I will.
By Emma Frost
He anmed himself after a mythological monster with one eye, who saw things from only one prospective-the right one, or at least the right one as he understood it. Ironic that Polyphemus was as little-liked as Scott Summers himself, as certain passages from The Oydessy seem to confirm.
Not many of Scott's teammates or subordinates like him very much; I venture to say that he is vastly unappreciated. It's rumored that he has a pole rammed up his posterior-that's why he's so rigid. He is the brunt of countless "Fearless Leader" jokes, and his nicknames range from mild, such as "the Boyscout," to risqué, such as "Carrot-arse," to name a few.
He has a beautiful wife. She's so beautiful, in fact, that nearly every X- Man (and I dare say, one or two of the X-Women) has had their eye on her at some time or another. He's the "Golden Boy" of one of the wealthiest, most politically influential men in the United States, and he leads his own team of X-Men into battle, more often than not coming away victorious. I suppose one could say that he has it all.
But then again, in seemingly uniform periods of time, he lost it all, as well. His parents died when he was only a child, or seemed to have met their deaths in a tragic airplane accident. The truth of the matter was that they were abducted by aliens, who murdered his mother and put his fathering a prison-camp, which are horrible no matter what the planet.
Then, years later, those same aliens came to Professor Xavier for help, and while Scott was fighting intergalactic baddies, his then-fiancée was replaced by a cosmic entity with seemingly limitless powers who, to make a long story short, became a homicidal maniac and committed suicide.
But then, Jean Grey showed up again-only, it wasn't her, it was a clone name Madelyne Pryor, whom Scott married within weeks of meeting. To this day, I wonder how much he thinks of what they shared, including their baby boy, Nathan.
Strange how that very boy was jettisoned into the future and returned when he was twice as old as his father.
But enough about his history, let's speak of the man himself.
He's strong, and I don't mean just physically. His morals are clear-cut, and once he makes up his mind, he sticks to his decisions. It's so far past impossible to get him to compromise his ideals that it's not even really worth speaking of.
His mind is strong. He's a veritable miracle when it comes to strategy, whether social or militant, but he always can be counted on to do what's best for the Team.
Though he cares for every teammate, he keeps himself distant from most of the X-Men; he knows the dangers associated with the job, and he's secretly terrified of losing yet another dear friend, of digging another grave beside dozens of others just freshly-covered. He has so many enemies that he knows anyone close to him immediately becomes a target.
That's why he's cold, and hard-lining, demanding. That's why he puts the "my word is law, don't even THINK about questioning it" façade up. Bu that's all it really is: a façade-a façade he wears so no one will feel the inner weeping of his soul, so that no one will feel enough for him to even try to get to know him as a man, as a human creature as opposed to a stern leader barking commands. He makes it nearly impossible for anyone to care enough to take the time and trouble to get under his skin.
But I will.