Might as well say it: this RP is pretty much ripped off PadarenBa, and his Overcharged RP from a while a go. Yes, I'm using a different story, but hey, I'm still nicking the whole super-power-brawl thing off him. I just hope this goes as well...
Yes, this is yet another RP about people with super powers. However, unlike most, there is next to no story, at least for the beginning. Your characters will be taken by surprise by their powers, and will not know what's going on until they find others and work it out. Only then will I start manipulating the story.
For the beginning, all you need to know is that you all are in a city, in the present or near future. For no discernible reason, people are developing amazing powers. No one knows what's going on, or at least, no one's saying
Remember, the powers don't have to be inborn magic. You can have you special-ness form any conceivable source (within reason)
Name: (Um..)
Appearance: (include age, gender etc)
Powers: (Or reason to be special, or whatever)
Bio:
Appearance: (include age, gender etc)
Powers: (Or reason to be special, or whatever)
Bio:
Name: James Roberts
Appearance: Aged 20, James stands at around 6'2" and is stocky and well-muscled. His dark blonde hair sweeps to one side across his forehead, stopping just above his blue eyes. He can usually be found wearing Converses with black jeans and a white t-shirt.
Powers: Can generate electrical currents and lightning bolts
Bio: Born in London, James moved around the country with his parents, following his father's job obligations. The constant movings to new schools made sure that James was always seen as the outsider and he ended up spending a lot of time on his own. On one of his solitary outgoings, aged 16, he was followed by three bullies from his current school who had been picking on him. Despite running, he wasn't fast enough to escape and was caught by them, getting a beating in the process. As they walked away from him, he noticed flickers of electricity crackling between his fingers. Extending his hand at their backs, only wanting to shock them, James was horrified when they exploded into clouds of ash. Soon, the family moved away, but the memory haunted James. On his 18th birthday, he ran away and has been drifting ever since, now working as an electrician in New York city.
Appearance: Aged 20, James stands at around 6'2" and is stocky and well-muscled. His dark blonde hair sweeps to one side across his forehead, stopping just above his blue eyes. He can usually be found wearing Converses with black jeans and a white t-shirt.
Powers: Can generate electrical currents and lightning bolts
Bio: Born in London, James moved around the country with his parents, following his father's job obligations. The constant movings to new schools made sure that James was always seen as the outsider and he ended up spending a lot of time on his own. On one of his solitary outgoings, aged 16, he was followed by three bullies from his current school who had been picking on him. Despite running, he wasn't fast enough to escape and was caught by them, getting a beating in the process. As they walked away from him, he noticed flickers of electricity crackling between his fingers. Extending his hand at their backs, only wanting to shock them, James was horrified when they exploded into clouds of ash. Soon, the family moved away, but the memory haunted James. On his 18th birthday, he ran away and has been drifting ever since, now working as an electrician in New York city.
Name:Chris Miller
Appearance: Aged 21, Chris stands at 5'10" and has a thin toned build. His only clothing habit is a white DC hat that covers his messy hair. Has grey eyes.
Powers: Can infuse objects with an explosive tendency, the infused objects glow a deep blue. Has honed a way to use his powers to add a force behind his punches and kicks, to give them more of a boom effect.
Bio:Born in Arizona, Chris was brought up and schooled at home, he only had one friend growing up, but after he discovered his power and nearly blew his friends arm off, he was quickly abandoned for normal people.
This new hatred for people led him into exile. Years later he resurfaced with a total control of his power. He now lives in New York working as a demolition expert, no-one ever found out how he could destroy something so quickly.
Appearance: Aged 21, Chris stands at 5'10" and has a thin toned build. His only clothing habit is a white DC hat that covers his messy hair. Has grey eyes.
Powers: Can infuse objects with an explosive tendency, the infused objects glow a deep blue. Has honed a way to use his powers to add a force behind his punches and kicks, to give them more of a boom effect.
Bio:Born in Arizona, Chris was brought up and schooled at home, he only had one friend growing up, but after he discovered his power and nearly blew his friends arm off, he was quickly abandoned for normal people.
This new hatred for people led him into exile. Years later he resurfaced with a total control of his power. He now lives in New York working as a demolition expert, no-one ever found out how he could destroy something so quickly.
Name: Blair VanDerwood
Appearance: Long brown locks. Her hair is well taken care of and always has an exra bit of bounce to it. Blue-green eyes. 5'6 and 115 lbs, she is lean and fit.
Powers: Super speed.
Bio:Born and raised on the upper east side of New York city Blair was born into a very wealthy family. Her childhood was one of leisure and luxury. Whatever she wished for she got and that continues to this day. Despite being born with a silver spoon in her tongue Blair is quite intelligent. She was valedictorian of her high school class and is well on her way to graduating summa cum laude at the university she is currently attending.
Appearance: Long brown locks. Her hair is well taken care of and always has an exra bit of bounce to it. Blue-green eyes. 5'6 and 115 lbs, she is lean and fit.
Powers: Super speed.
Bio:Born and raised on the upper east side of New York city Blair was born into a very wealthy family. Her childhood was one of leisure and luxury. Whatever she wished for she got and that continues to this day. Despite being born with a silver spoon in her tongue Blair is quite intelligent. She was valedictorian of her high school class and is well on her way to graduating summa cum laude at the university she is currently attending.
Name: Shifty
Appearance: What ever he wants but manly stays in a basic human form that is not male or female(does not know), blank face and and grey, tough skin.
Powers: Shape shifter(into anything but mostly human forms), can use and can reproduce substances in his body and use them in weird ways(as in using stomach acid as a weapon but this leaves him tired and it takes a while to recover the stomach acid) and his mind seems to be able to mold to the current task (so if he is in a fight and knows nothing about guns the he can pick up one and use it but he does not remember how he did it)
Bio: 'Shifty' does not know who he is, what sex or what age he is. His first emotion ,as far as he knows ,was a deep fear that he was going to die but after a while he realised several 'beings' around him (humans)and as he watched them play a game he could feel his body changing, he had just changed for the first time. He soon came to terms with his 'gift' and has been drifting all over the world trying to remember some part of his life before he woke up as a puddle.
Appearance: What ever he wants but manly stays in a basic human form that is not male or female(does not know), blank face and and grey, tough skin.
Powers: Shape shifter(into anything but mostly human forms), can use and can reproduce substances in his body and use them in weird ways(as in using stomach acid as a weapon but this leaves him tired and it takes a while to recover the stomach acid) and his mind seems to be able to mold to the current task (so if he is in a fight and knows nothing about guns the he can pick up one and use it but he does not remember how he did it)
Bio: 'Shifty' does not know who he is, what sex or what age he is. His first emotion ,as far as he knows ,was a deep fear that he was going to die but after a while he realised several 'beings' around him (humans)and as he watched them play a game he could feel his body changing, he had just changed for the first time. He soon came to terms with his 'gift' and has been drifting all over the world trying to remember some part of his life before he woke up as a puddle.
Name: Lupo
Appearance: aged 21, looks like a werewolf, humanoid body and posture but wolf face, hands, feet and tail.
Powers: Lupo always looks like a man-wolf, he has never turned back to his regular human form and probably never will. He has very high amount of strength, is very fast(not super speed but he can run on all fours), has a sense of smell 10 million times the smell of humans, has extremely acute hearing as well as claws and teeth that could easily tear through most materials. The downside to his powers? He does not like sunlight, tries to avoid it by living in basements, sewers etc and due to the fact that he has the appearance of a were-wolf, he isn't welcomed in the public with open arms, quite the opposite in fact.
Bio: Lupo was a normal person at one point, lived a normal life, finished high school and was starting college, a perfectly normal kid. One day he was jogging at about 6 AM, he came across a deformed and rabid dog, he quickly turned the other way and began running at full speed, in a matter of seconds the dog was on top of him, snapping and snarling. The boy tried to fight the dog off but by the time he had killed the beast he was badly injured.
He awoke a few hours later, the affect of the dogs bite had already taken account on his body, he was hairier and could smell everything in the hospital. The sun was rising and peeked through the window, shining upon him it felt as though his skin was being burnt with a blowtorch. He howled in pain and jumped out of his bed, rushing out of the hospital he ripped a manhole off a nearby sewer, this is where has has lived since then. He doesn't know his name, and only vaguely remembers how to speak, his previous Spanish heritage has influenced the name Lupo, which is what he refers to himself as, for some odd reason that is the only Spanish work that he knew. He feeds off sewer rats and very rarely goes up above into the streets, he is quickly becoming more and more feral and will need human interaction soon, or it may be too late!
Appearance: aged 21, looks like a werewolf, humanoid body and posture but wolf face, hands, feet and tail.
Powers: Lupo always looks like a man-wolf, he has never turned back to his regular human form and probably never will. He has very high amount of strength, is very fast(not super speed but he can run on all fours), has a sense of smell 10 million times the smell of humans, has extremely acute hearing as well as claws and teeth that could easily tear through most materials. The downside to his powers? He does not like sunlight, tries to avoid it by living in basements, sewers etc and due to the fact that he has the appearance of a were-wolf, he isn't welcomed in the public with open arms, quite the opposite in fact.
Bio: Lupo was a normal person at one point, lived a normal life, finished high school and was starting college, a perfectly normal kid. One day he was jogging at about 6 AM, he came across a deformed and rabid dog, he quickly turned the other way and began running at full speed, in a matter of seconds the dog was on top of him, snapping and snarling. The boy tried to fight the dog off but by the time he had killed the beast he was badly injured.
He awoke a few hours later, the affect of the dogs bite had already taken account on his body, he was hairier and could smell everything in the hospital. The sun was rising and peeked through the window, shining upon him it felt as though his skin was being burnt with a blowtorch. He howled in pain and jumped out of his bed, rushing out of the hospital he ripped a manhole off a nearby sewer, this is where has has lived since then. He doesn't know his name, and only vaguely remembers how to speak, his previous Spanish heritage has influenced the name Lupo, which is what he refers to himself as, for some odd reason that is the only Spanish work that he knew. He feeds off sewer rats and very rarely goes up above into the streets, he is quickly becoming more and more feral and will need human interaction soon, or it may be too late!
Name: Ray Sanchez
Appearance: 22 years old, male, 5'11 he has short brown hair and wears his custom at all times (sneakers, black sweatpants, black shit, aviator's and a gray sweatshirt)
Powers: enhanced agility and strength, capable of using dark magic,can fly, ran read peoples, mind's communicate telepathically, can summon dark minions do do his work.
Bio: born into a large family ray had a hard time standing out from the crowd he lived a rather uneventful life until he moved to the city, where became a member of a criminal organization trafficking drugs, his personality and intelligence made him seem like a threat to the boss, he has had multiple assassination attempts against him, he also is rather ruthless and cares about himself more than others.
Appearance: 22 years old, male, 5'11 he has short brown hair and wears his custom at all times (sneakers, black sweatpants, black shit, aviator's and a gray sweatshirt)
Powers: enhanced agility and strength, capable of using dark magic,can fly, ran read peoples, mind's communicate telepathically, can summon dark minions do do his work.
Bio: born into a large family ray had a hard time standing out from the crowd he lived a rather uneventful life until he moved to the city, where became a member of a criminal organization trafficking drugs, his personality and intelligence made him seem like a threat to the boss, he has had multiple assassination attempts against him, he also is rather ruthless and cares about himself more than others.
Name: Justin.
Appearance: A 19 year old boy with blue eyes and red hair. Freckles cover nearly every speck of skin on his lanky body.
Powers: Shape shifting. He can change his appearance, or alter his very material at will.
Bio: Often being a jokester, he tries his hardest to make people laugh and cheer everyone up. He grew up in a small rural town where everyone knew each other. He left to the city to become a stand up comedian with moderate success, bringing back weird and physical humour.
Appearance: A 19 year old boy with blue eyes and red hair. Freckles cover nearly every speck of skin on his lanky body.
Powers: Shape shifting. He can change his appearance, or alter his very material at will.
Bio: Often being a jokester, he tries his hardest to make people laugh and cheer everyone up. He grew up in a small rural town where everyone knew each other. He left to the city to become a stand up comedian with moderate success, bringing back weird and physical humour.
Name: Alexander Irons
Appearance: 24 year old white male with jet black hair and green eyes. 6 feet tall. Alexander wears an old army jacket with jeans and sunglasses.
Powers: Alexander has five times the speed, strength, reflexes, leaping ability and damage resistance of a normal human. Alexander is a martial arts master and has living metal hands and arms that are strong enough to deflect bullets and punch through walls.
Bio: A recent college graduate, Alexander grew up with a foster family as he was orphaned after his parents were killed in a drive-by shooting when he was three years old. Alexander is quiet, but with a biting wit and is ferocious in combat.
Appearance: 24 year old white male with jet black hair and green eyes. 6 feet tall. Alexander wears an old army jacket with jeans and sunglasses.
Powers: Alexander has five times the speed, strength, reflexes, leaping ability and damage resistance of a normal human. Alexander is a martial arts master and has living metal hands and arms that are strong enough to deflect bullets and punch through walls.
Bio: A recent college graduate, Alexander grew up with a foster family as he was orphaned after his parents were killed in a drive-by shooting when he was three years old. Alexander is quiet, but with a biting wit and is ferocious in combat.
Name: Ryan Strias
Appearance: Age 22, height 5"11, thin build. Black, messy hair that comes down around his ears, clean shaven. He has a fair, kinda pale complexion, and dark green eyes. He typically wears faded bluejeans, a dark coloured t-shirt, and his favourite brown hoodie. His shoes are an old worn out pair of brown DC's that he's had since college, that are fast approaching their due-date.
Powers: Has the ability to "liquefy" any solid object that comes into contact with his skin. The object will take on a gelatinous consistency, and can then be moulded and shaped, hardened, softened, and generally controlled by him, as long as he is touching it. As soon as he releases it, the object regains it's form. It takes a bit of concentration to maintain, so naturally the larger the object the harder it will be to "liquefy" it.
It's not just a reaction to his skin, since he wills it himself, and can easily touch objects normally if he wants to. It can be triggered by instinct however, such as when he is surprised, so he usually wears gloves when he's out in public.
Bio: Ryan grew up a slacker in a family full of over-achievers. Most of his friends were the same way, always working hard to reach their "life goals". As he went drifted through high school on C's and D's, his friends and family raced passed him with flying colours and big plans. After he barely graduated, he spent a year shifting back and forth between jobs, until he finally decided he should go to college. The one thing he had been fairly good at was drawing, so the best option, he assumed, would be to get an art degree. So he left for NYC, to go to art school.
Even with his parents paying for part of enrolment, art school wasn't cheap, and he wasn't a good enough worker to get a well-paying job. After getting fired twice in a year, he found he just didn't have the money to pay for anything. He was forced to drop out of school. By this point his family was shunning him, but he hated them anyway. So he rented a small apartment, found a job stocking shelves at a grocery store, and went back to doing what he did best; slacking.
Appearance: Age 22, height 5"11, thin build. Black, messy hair that comes down around his ears, clean shaven. He has a fair, kinda pale complexion, and dark green eyes. He typically wears faded bluejeans, a dark coloured t-shirt, and his favourite brown hoodie. His shoes are an old worn out pair of brown DC's that he's had since college, that are fast approaching their due-date.
Powers: Has the ability to "liquefy" any solid object that comes into contact with his skin. The object will take on a gelatinous consistency, and can then be moulded and shaped, hardened, softened, and generally controlled by him, as long as he is touching it. As soon as he releases it, the object regains it's form. It takes a bit of concentration to maintain, so naturally the larger the object the harder it will be to "liquefy" it.
It's not just a reaction to his skin, since he wills it himself, and can easily touch objects normally if he wants to. It can be triggered by instinct however, such as when he is surprised, so he usually wears gloves when he's out in public.
Bio: Ryan grew up a slacker in a family full of over-achievers. Most of his friends were the same way, always working hard to reach their "life goals". As he went drifted through high school on C's and D's, his friends and family raced passed him with flying colours and big plans. After he barely graduated, he spent a year shifting back and forth between jobs, until he finally decided he should go to college. The one thing he had been fairly good at was drawing, so the best option, he assumed, would be to get an art degree. So he left for NYC, to go to art school.
Even with his parents paying for part of enrolment, art school wasn't cheap, and he wasn't a good enough worker to get a well-paying job. After getting fired twice in a year, he found he just didn't have the money to pay for anything. He was forced to drop out of school. By this point his family was shunning him, but he hated them anyway. So he rented a small apartment, found a job stocking shelves at a grocery store, and went back to doing what he did best; slacking.
Name: Amelia "Amy" Vance
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Appearance: Amy stands at 5"5', her body quite slim and fit. Straight blonde hair reaches her mid-back, but is usually braided and slung over one shoulder. At the beginning of this story, she is wearing a pair of jean shorts, high-heeled sandals with white straps, and a black V-neck short-sleeved T-shirt with a hood attached.
Powers: Amy has power over what she personally believes to be starlight; she is able to light her skin in an exceptionally bright, golden-white light, which she can either dim to about the brightness of any campfire, or flare almost as brightly as the sun, causing temporary blindness. She is also able to concentrate this light into a beam as thin as her wrist, which can burn through flesh quite easily, or even slowly melt through metal doors.
Bio: Amy was born in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada into a middle-upper class family with both happy parents and two older sisters. Her life was rather carefree and joyous until the death of her mother a few months after Amy's 12th birthday. Since the incident, she has become a bit of a more serious and reclusive person, though her years in university have recently begun to help her 'open up'. She still remains a kind and warm-hearted person, and regularly tries to put other people's safety above her own. Amy is currently studying her third year in university for the performing arts (playing piano, as well as violin) and a minor in history.
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Appearance: Amy stands at 5"5', her body quite slim and fit. Straight blonde hair reaches her mid-back, but is usually braided and slung over one shoulder. At the beginning of this story, she is wearing a pair of jean shorts, high-heeled sandals with white straps, and a black V-neck short-sleeved T-shirt with a hood attached.
Powers: Amy has power over what she personally believes to be starlight; she is able to light her skin in an exceptionally bright, golden-white light, which she can either dim to about the brightness of any campfire, or flare almost as brightly as the sun, causing temporary blindness. She is also able to concentrate this light into a beam as thin as her wrist, which can burn through flesh quite easily, or even slowly melt through metal doors.
Bio: Amy was born in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada into a middle-upper class family with both happy parents and two older sisters. Her life was rather carefree and joyous until the death of her mother a few months after Amy's 12th birthday. Since the incident, she has become a bit of a more serious and reclusive person, though her years in university have recently begun to help her 'open up'. She still remains a kind and warm-hearted person, and regularly tries to put other people's safety above her own. Amy is currently studying her third year in university for the performing arts (playing piano, as well as violin) and a minor in history.
Name: Catherine "Supergirl" Horan
Appearance: Describe myself? Well, I've been told my hair is a ravishing burnt auburn, but that was a new colleague and I bet he was hoping for the drink to be stronger than it really was. I'd describe it as dark auburn. I used to wear it down in locks but it was in the way so I cut it to the base of my neck.
I've always thought I was a bit short and skinny. My body's rather proportionate. None of that ridiculous top-heavy supermodel appearance that comic book superwomen always have. I'm real. From having to superhero all the time I've become a bit muscled as well.
My favourite attire? Well, can I confide in you for a moment? It's a costume. I even wear it under my regular clothes so I'm ready at any time for trouble. Being super has all sorts of problems with it. When the first trouble was over, the second one came headed for you straight away. But when I'm disguised none of that happens. It makes me happy, knowing that no matter how hectic things can be I can still go back to being 'normal'... Yes, I sometimes feel a bit stupid in my costume but it helps me find the middle ground between special and mundane.
When I'm trying to blend in I wear common clothes though. This stuff here. Green jacket, blue jeans, white shirt, unassuming glasses and trainers. Of course, my costume is hidden underneath.
And you should never ask a woman her age. Though she might just let you know that she's 29.
Powers: My power? I imagine.
That sounds so stupid. Let me explain it. When I think of things, they are. A gun or a motorcycle can be made from nothingness. It used to be small objects like pistols but now... Now I've been able to go for large machinations like missile launchers and cars. Of course, the larger the object the more energy I need to put into it. It's all powered by my subconscious.
Bio: I've been super for as long as I can remember... I think that first day was what changed me though. I worked as any normal office worker does, just working to make the day pass by. And then my life fell to pieces. It was pulled apart by stupid megalomaniacs and androids and mad scientists and...
I'm sorry. Really, I am. I haven't really talked like this since that day. I've always had to play the good guy. The one who fights for justice and prosperity and never falters when the world is at stake... But I just wanted my life back. I still do sometimes.
I tried to unite everyone. I called other city's supers to help. But I was never fast enough. Only when Threewords carried me along was I anywhere close to my goals... I think he was only staying because of his programming. All of the others hated me... As though I was standing in the way. I think their powers corrupted them. It was horrifying to see people who fit into society so well going so wrong with a facsimile of power.
I've taken it in my stride though, going out to save the day when I need to. It's what the costume is for anyway. I've accepted my place in life for now.
Appearance: Describe myself? Well, I've been told my hair is a ravishing burnt auburn, but that was a new colleague and I bet he was hoping for the drink to be stronger than it really was. I'd describe it as dark auburn. I used to wear it down in locks but it was in the way so I cut it to the base of my neck.
I've always thought I was a bit short and skinny. My body's rather proportionate. None of that ridiculous top-heavy supermodel appearance that comic book superwomen always have. I'm real. From having to superhero all the time I've become a bit muscled as well.
My favourite attire? Well, can I confide in you for a moment? It's a costume. I even wear it under my regular clothes so I'm ready at any time for trouble. Being super has all sorts of problems with it. When the first trouble was over, the second one came headed for you straight away. But when I'm disguised none of that happens. It makes me happy, knowing that no matter how hectic things can be I can still go back to being 'normal'... Yes, I sometimes feel a bit stupid in my costume but it helps me find the middle ground between special and mundane.
When I'm trying to blend in I wear common clothes though. This stuff here. Green jacket, blue jeans, white shirt, unassuming glasses and trainers. Of course, my costume is hidden underneath.
And you should never ask a woman her age. Though she might just let you know that she's 29.
Powers: My power? I imagine.
That sounds so stupid. Let me explain it. When I think of things, they are. A gun or a motorcycle can be made from nothingness. It used to be small objects like pistols but now... Now I've been able to go for large machinations like missile launchers and cars. Of course, the larger the object the more energy I need to put into it. It's all powered by my subconscious.
Bio: I've been super for as long as I can remember... I think that first day was what changed me though. I worked as any normal office worker does, just working to make the day pass by. And then my life fell to pieces. It was pulled apart by stupid megalomaniacs and androids and mad scientists and...
I'm sorry. Really, I am. I haven't really talked like this since that day. I've always had to play the good guy. The one who fights for justice and prosperity and never falters when the world is at stake... But I just wanted my life back. I still do sometimes.
I tried to unite everyone. I called other city's supers to help. But I was never fast enough. Only when Threewords carried me along was I anywhere close to my goals... I think he was only staying because of his programming. All of the others hated me... As though I was standing in the way. I think their powers corrupted them. It was horrifying to see people who fit into society so well going so wrong with a facsimile of power.
I've taken it in my stride though, going out to save the day when I need to. It's what the costume is for anyway. I've accepted my place in life for now.
Name: Chauncey Edwarton the 3rd
Appearance: Basically a devil, with blond hair, blue eyes short horns on his forehead, goat legs, but his horns grow to be large ram like horns, glowing red eye's that engulf his irises, and crimson skin that can sear any flesh and super heats any metal that comes in contact with it. When he goes in a "enraged" state, his skin is usually slightly tan but his upper body is others wise "normal",
Powers: his legs allow him super human running and sprinting speed, he is not necessarily super humanly strong but much stronger than a average human male, his skin when enraged emits heat that can give up to 2[sup]nd[/sup] degree burns if comes in contact with flesh, his skin is also always leathery and thick which is tougher and more resilient than human skin but not bullet proof, he merely gets less severe wounds from bullets, lacerations, ect. his has larger K-nines and all around much sharper teeth then humans. his voice becomes booming and deep when enraged
Bio: Barely a half a week ago Chauncey recovers from a strange strain of swine flu before he started changing, he thought he was sick still so he stayed locked up in his apartment without so much as seeing a mirror for the day, when he emerged people started running from him in terror, he was at a loss since he did not fully notice the changes until he got to ground floor where a cop car was starting to investigate and he saw his reflection in the floor of the lobby, when the cop started attacking him, the 9mm bullets hardly entered him before he started to go berserk and black out, when he came to he had tipped the car over and the cop was standing behind him with a tazer, after several over doses from the device Chauncey came to in Central East Correctional centre in Ontario, without even a trial, he was released the next day by his wealthy English parents paying a lot of money for bail, who happened to immediately disown him as they saw him as a sign to repent, without his manic religious family to protect him Chauncey found him self boarding a random plane with the last pieces of clothing he had left, which wasn't easy since his apartment was mostly burned by a cult that lived in it and wearing pants with his condition is extremely difficult.
Appearance: Basically a devil, with blond hair, blue eyes short horns on his forehead, goat legs, but his horns grow to be large ram like horns, glowing red eye's that engulf his irises, and crimson skin that can sear any flesh and super heats any metal that comes in contact with it. When he goes in a "enraged" state, his skin is usually slightly tan but his upper body is others wise "normal",
Powers: his legs allow him super human running and sprinting speed, he is not necessarily super humanly strong but much stronger than a average human male, his skin when enraged emits heat that can give up to 2[sup]nd[/sup] degree burns if comes in contact with flesh, his skin is also always leathery and thick which is tougher and more resilient than human skin but not bullet proof, he merely gets less severe wounds from bullets, lacerations, ect. his has larger K-nines and all around much sharper teeth then humans. his voice becomes booming and deep when enraged
Bio: Barely a half a week ago Chauncey recovers from a strange strain of swine flu before he started changing, he thought he was sick still so he stayed locked up in his apartment without so much as seeing a mirror for the day, when he emerged people started running from him in terror, he was at a loss since he did not fully notice the changes until he got to ground floor where a cop car was starting to investigate and he saw his reflection in the floor of the lobby, when the cop started attacking him, the 9mm bullets hardly entered him before he started to go berserk and black out, when he came to he had tipped the car over and the cop was standing behind him with a tazer, after several over doses from the device Chauncey came to in Central East Correctional centre in Ontario, without even a trial, he was released the next day by his wealthy English parents paying a lot of money for bail, who happened to immediately disown him as they saw him as a sign to repent, without his manic religious family to protect him Chauncey found him self boarding a random plane with the last pieces of clothing he had left, which wasn't easy since his apartment was mostly burned by a cult that lived in it and wearing pants with his condition is extremely difficult.
#InfoProfile-3W#
Designation- 3W
Basic specifications- Third in a series of all purpose androids. This model is equipped for heavy combat, especially against enhanced human terrorists and also carries new experimental AI programming unique to the other models ins the series, giving it far greater flexibility in the field
Appearance- All the series-W robots were built to resemble humans to the minutest detail. 3W stands 1.9 meters tall, and appears to be a slim, well built male of about 25. His hair is dark and short, and his eyes are a clear blue. The disguise is so complete that illusion of humanity will only be broken when the outer layers are damaged, revelation the robotic midi-skeleton that protects the inner mechanisms, but this outer layer is quickly repairable, to prevent causing too much panic among the civilian population
Advanced Specification- All series-W robots are far stronger, faster and more resilient than humans, to the point where it takes literally hundred of tons of pressure to do any lasting damage. Weapons systems involve both direct physical combat, and a variety of guns, though fire-power is limited. 3W specifically posses flight powers, highly advanced intelligence, and a system of nanobots that repair damage and analyse all technology that come into contact with the unit, scanning and copying all the designs within. The practical upshot is that 3W has the ability to copy almost any weapon used against it.
Recent History- 3W was only ever used once, 2 years ago. The mission was a complete failure. At some point, an error in the programming caused the Laws to be somehow deactivated, thereby removing all safety precautions involving the protection of humans, and allowing it to disobey orders. It then proceeded to turn on it's own forces, siding with the enhanced terrorists and doing millions of dollars of damage to military hardware.
The unit was last seen heading for the mountains outside the city, armed with several new weapons systems, a dangerously deviant personality system, and unknown motives.
Current Status- Unknown
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Designation- 3W
Basic specifications- Third in a series of all purpose androids. This model is equipped for heavy combat, especially against enhanced human terrorists and also carries new experimental AI programming unique to the other models ins the series, giving it far greater flexibility in the field
Appearance- All the series-W robots were built to resemble humans to the minutest detail. 3W stands 1.9 meters tall, and appears to be a slim, well built male of about 25. His hair is dark and short, and his eyes are a clear blue. The disguise is so complete that illusion of humanity will only be broken when the outer layers are damaged, revelation the robotic midi-skeleton that protects the inner mechanisms, but this outer layer is quickly repairable, to prevent causing too much panic among the civilian population
Advanced Specification- All series-W robots are far stronger, faster and more resilient than humans, to the point where it takes literally hundred of tons of pressure to do any lasting damage. Weapons systems involve both direct physical combat, and a variety of guns, though fire-power is limited. 3W specifically posses flight powers, highly advanced intelligence, and a system of nanobots that repair damage and analyse all technology that come into contact with the unit, scanning and copying all the designs within. The practical upshot is that 3W has the ability to copy almost any weapon used against it.
Recent History- 3W was only ever used once, 2 years ago. The mission was a complete failure. At some point, an error in the programming caused the Laws to be somehow deactivated, thereby removing all safety precautions involving the protection of humans, and allowing it to disobey orders. It then proceeded to turn on it's own forces, siding with the enhanced terrorists and doing millions of dollars of damage to military hardware.
The unit was last seen heading for the mountains outside the city, armed with several new weapons systems, a dangerously deviant personality system, and unknown motives.
Current Status- Unknown
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