Post by MacGuffin on Jul 26, 2007 22:09:51 GMT -5
Codeword: Pirates
Full Name: Angelo David Maddox
Nicknames: None.
Codename: Alloy
Age: 36
DoB: May 18, 1971
Origins: Boulder, Colorado
Orientation: Claimed heterosexual
Blood Type: B+
Hair: Mousy brown. Messy, thick, short.
Eyes: Deep brown. Bloodshot.
Height: 5’0”
Weight: 117 lbs
Physical Affects of Mutation?: None
Personality:
Very few people don’t realize Angelo is mentally insane when they meet him, and Angelo is one of those people himself. He isn’t brutish, or particularly mean. He can carry on conversation, in his own manner, as easily as he can kill someone. They both yield the same amount of effort and remorse for him: None. On good days Angelo is remotely tame, taking time to observe. His bad days….are bad.
Appearance:
Angelo, though very short for a full grown man, carries a sense of intimidation about him. He isn’t “built” by society’s standards, but has a squared build that lets you know he can pack a punch. He exudes confidence, and though his physical self is a bit sloppy as far as attire and personal grooming goes, there’s a definite sharp nature about him that gives the impression he would jump you and kill you as soon as he would ask for directions if he felt like it. He isn’t one to smile often, but when he does, it isn’t from what most people would consider to be a funny or happy occurrence.
Angelo’s teeth are yellowed from years of smoking a pack a day. His nose is reddened, as is the area surrounding his eyes. This could be from numerous things, but it is likely from his long-term bout with drugs. While his eyes may be bloodshot, they seem to be as alert and lively as those of a hawk. One distinct characteristic of Angelo’s is that he rarely blinks. He never does so while speaking, ever, and otherwise blinks maybe once every two minutes.
Clothing Style: Whatever he can get his hands on. Angelo has never had any new clothing, only using hand-me-downs and donation items for his apparel. He wears a metallic watch and a four metal medical bracelets (all stolen) so that he always has something to work with if needed.
::Battle Uniform::
Color:
Style:
Patterns/Markings:
Boots and/or Gloves?:
Relations:
Jennifer Maddox (mother-estranged-58); ? (father-unknown); Andrew Elias Maddox (son-living-estranged-17)
Powers:
1. Control of all metals
2. Ability to create and separate alloys
Weaknesses:
1. When controlling a quantity of metal over the size or mass of a Hummer, his energy will begin to drain depending on how strenuous the feat is.
2. He cannot change a pure metal’s composition, nor can he turn it into another metal or increase/decrease its amount.
3. Angelo frequently experiences a few symptoms of schizophrenia. He suffers from hallucinations, both visual and auditory, which can range from being mildly annoying to extremely disruptive to his daily life. With his visual hallucinations, Angelo most often will see rolling rocks or shoes walking by themselves or birds. On occasion, he will see people in red, usually women in red. As far as hearing things goes, he hears an almost constant commentary on his actions. He sometimes converses with these voices, and will sometimes hear people who aren’t there arguing, or may begin to argue with them. Angelo also suffers from Pressure of Speech. He compulsively speaks out, especially in moments of silence, and will sometimes speak extremely rapidly without realizing it. He doesn’t do this because he is nervous, it’s just a natural psychological occurrence within his mind he isn’t even aware of.
Affiliation: Independent
Skills: Hand-to-hand combat, blade handling
Interests: Independence, collecting things
Bio/History:
Angelo never knew his father, but it was all the same to him. His mother went out most nights, even when he was only weeks old, leaving him with neighbors or people who owed her favors, or anyone who wanted to spend a few hours alone with a kid. But Angelo isn’t one to complain. No, he’s more of a man of action. Nearing fifteen, a particularly friendly boyfriend of his mother’s decided to play a few games, pushing Angelo to his limit. The man soon found himself surrounded by floating knives.
Angelo dropped out of school his Junior year and began backpacking around, settling down for a year to help out a girl he knocked up (his most charitable act to date). When he was eighteen he discovered the art of combat, falling in with all of the wrong crowds and loving every minute of it. While residing with a not-so-lawful bunch, he was taken out on a job to get rid of a pesky doctor with a habit of getting to know his female patients a little too well. Angelo was just a lacky, and he knew that, but the guys asked him to do the honors.
It was that night that Angelo discovered the satisfaction that can come from seeing someone scream for mercy. Sure, Angelo had killed once before, but that was in defense, he didn’t even take time to process it. But this, this was a whole knew frontier. Knowing he could take as long as he want, do whatever he wanted, that gave him quite the confidence boost.
Till his mid twenties he continued this line of work, taking out a few guys for a few guys in return for a nice supply of money and drugs. He was cut out for the work to, considering he didn’t even have to be in the building, leave prints or DNA, or any of that messy business. He just had to see the target, and see a little bit of metal.
When he was 26, he settled in New York, and the hallucinations began. Angelo began to lose track of himself and got sloppy with his work. He was pinned as a suspect quite a few times, but there was never enough to convict him until he lost it in 2002. It was a nice piece of work, three people, two guys and a girl, nice clean wounds, one room, probably his most precise to date. Unfortunately for Angelo, he had a particularly bad attack. He began seeing hawks flying around the room, screaming at him, telling him he did a lousy job. Naturally, he began to argue back, yelling, trying to out-do his nonexistent commentators. Unknowingly he carried on like this for ten minutes, enough time for a neighbor to clue in and call the cops. He was hauled away for the last time that night, tried and convicted for murder. With his rap sheet he was facing incredible odds, but his appointed lawyer, who Angelo despised from the moment he met him, got him off on insanity. Angelo was sent to a high-security mental facility in New York, where he resided for years, growing increasingly bitter with each passing day of solitary confinement.
Full Name: Angelo David Maddox
Nicknames: None.
Codename: Alloy
Age: 36
DoB: May 18, 1971
Origins: Boulder, Colorado
Orientation: Claimed heterosexual
Blood Type: B+
Hair: Mousy brown. Messy, thick, short.
Eyes: Deep brown. Bloodshot.
Height: 5’0”
Weight: 117 lbs
Physical Affects of Mutation?: None
Personality:
Very few people don’t realize Angelo is mentally insane when they meet him, and Angelo is one of those people himself. He isn’t brutish, or particularly mean. He can carry on conversation, in his own manner, as easily as he can kill someone. They both yield the same amount of effort and remorse for him: None. On good days Angelo is remotely tame, taking time to observe. His bad days….are bad.
Appearance:
Angelo, though very short for a full grown man, carries a sense of intimidation about him. He isn’t “built” by society’s standards, but has a squared build that lets you know he can pack a punch. He exudes confidence, and though his physical self is a bit sloppy as far as attire and personal grooming goes, there’s a definite sharp nature about him that gives the impression he would jump you and kill you as soon as he would ask for directions if he felt like it. He isn’t one to smile often, but when he does, it isn’t from what most people would consider to be a funny or happy occurrence.
Angelo’s teeth are yellowed from years of smoking a pack a day. His nose is reddened, as is the area surrounding his eyes. This could be from numerous things, but it is likely from his long-term bout with drugs. While his eyes may be bloodshot, they seem to be as alert and lively as those of a hawk. One distinct characteristic of Angelo’s is that he rarely blinks. He never does so while speaking, ever, and otherwise blinks maybe once every two minutes.
Clothing Style: Whatever he can get his hands on. Angelo has never had any new clothing, only using hand-me-downs and donation items for his apparel. He wears a metallic watch and a four metal medical bracelets (all stolen) so that he always has something to work with if needed.
::Battle Uniform::
Color:
Style:
Patterns/Markings:
Boots and/or Gloves?:
Relations:
Jennifer Maddox (mother-estranged-58); ? (father-unknown); Andrew Elias Maddox (son-living-estranged-17)
Powers:
1. Control of all metals
2. Ability to create and separate alloys
Weaknesses:
1. When controlling a quantity of metal over the size or mass of a Hummer, his energy will begin to drain depending on how strenuous the feat is.
2. He cannot change a pure metal’s composition, nor can he turn it into another metal or increase/decrease its amount.
3. Angelo frequently experiences a few symptoms of schizophrenia. He suffers from hallucinations, both visual and auditory, which can range from being mildly annoying to extremely disruptive to his daily life. With his visual hallucinations, Angelo most often will see rolling rocks or shoes walking by themselves or birds. On occasion, he will see people in red, usually women in red. As far as hearing things goes, he hears an almost constant commentary on his actions. He sometimes converses with these voices, and will sometimes hear people who aren’t there arguing, or may begin to argue with them. Angelo also suffers from Pressure of Speech. He compulsively speaks out, especially in moments of silence, and will sometimes speak extremely rapidly without realizing it. He doesn’t do this because he is nervous, it’s just a natural psychological occurrence within his mind he isn’t even aware of.
Affiliation: Independent
Skills: Hand-to-hand combat, blade handling
Interests: Independence, collecting things
Bio/History:
Angelo never knew his father, but it was all the same to him. His mother went out most nights, even when he was only weeks old, leaving him with neighbors or people who owed her favors, or anyone who wanted to spend a few hours alone with a kid. But Angelo isn’t one to complain. No, he’s more of a man of action. Nearing fifteen, a particularly friendly boyfriend of his mother’s decided to play a few games, pushing Angelo to his limit. The man soon found himself surrounded by floating knives.
Angelo dropped out of school his Junior year and began backpacking around, settling down for a year to help out a girl he knocked up (his most charitable act to date). When he was eighteen he discovered the art of combat, falling in with all of the wrong crowds and loving every minute of it. While residing with a not-so-lawful bunch, he was taken out on a job to get rid of a pesky doctor with a habit of getting to know his female patients a little too well. Angelo was just a lacky, and he knew that, but the guys asked him to do the honors.
It was that night that Angelo discovered the satisfaction that can come from seeing someone scream for mercy. Sure, Angelo had killed once before, but that was in defense, he didn’t even take time to process it. But this, this was a whole knew frontier. Knowing he could take as long as he want, do whatever he wanted, that gave him quite the confidence boost.
Till his mid twenties he continued this line of work, taking out a few guys for a few guys in return for a nice supply of money and drugs. He was cut out for the work to, considering he didn’t even have to be in the building, leave prints or DNA, or any of that messy business. He just had to see the target, and see a little bit of metal.
When he was 26, he settled in New York, and the hallucinations began. Angelo began to lose track of himself and got sloppy with his work. He was pinned as a suspect quite a few times, but there was never enough to convict him until he lost it in 2002. It was a nice piece of work, three people, two guys and a girl, nice clean wounds, one room, probably his most precise to date. Unfortunately for Angelo, he had a particularly bad attack. He began seeing hawks flying around the room, screaming at him, telling him he did a lousy job. Naturally, he began to argue back, yelling, trying to out-do his nonexistent commentators. Unknowingly he carried on like this for ten minutes, enough time for a neighbor to clue in and call the cops. He was hauled away for the last time that night, tried and convicted for murder. With his rap sheet he was facing incredible odds, but his appointed lawyer, who Angelo despised from the moment he met him, got him off on insanity. Angelo was sent to a high-security mental facility in New York, where he resided for years, growing increasingly bitter with each passing day of solitary confinement.
