Post by MacGuffin on Jun 4, 2006 10:23:09 GMT -5
Pirates
Full Name: Huntin James Wilcox
Codename:
Nicknames: Hunt
Age: 18
Birth Day: December 13
Skin color: Green all over, from him hands to his gums and tongue. The only white part of him is his teeth. (with inducer, a pale olive color)
Hair color: Dark green naturally (with inducer, black)
Eye color: Green, even the whites; pupil barely visible (with inducer, dark brown)
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 119 lbs
Blood Type : B+
Parents' Names: Audrey and Elias Wilcox (both alive)
Personality: Since getting his memories back, Huntin has become more conciencious of others and his actions, doing his best to reform from his old ways. He's taken to piano again, his more humorous and caring side coming out. Huntin will lean more towards sarcasm on occasion, but generally watches his tongue. He's filled with regret for his past actions, but tries to live on.
Appearance : Well, aside from the green skin and short stature, Huntin is built like an average person. He has a bit of muscle visible in his arms, and isn’t flabby, but he doesn’t have a six pack either. He keeps himself mostly well-kept, but like all teenagers is prone to a sloppy look. He doesn’t have much in way of clothing. He carries himself upright, taking nice sized strides.
With Inducer
Powers :
1. Invisibility. He can either vanish instantly or bit by bit depending on what he wants. Huntin can make things disappear when he touches them if he chooses to do so and remain visible himself. He can sense where the things he turns invisible are.
2. Huntin’s scent blends with surrounding smells, leaving him undetectable by smell.
3. Huntin is cold-blooded, his temperature rising and falling with the surrounding environment and elements almost precisely, leaving him enormously difficult to find with heat detection.
4. His brain has scrambled waves and patterns, leaving it near impossible for psychics to detect him mentally, read his mind, or control him mentally. As of now, only his fears, sensory areas, and self-control are blocked. He can be detected mentally, and his thoughts can be read, but he can't be mentally manipulated.
Disappearing
Weakness(es) :
1. When under high emotional stress he may begin to disappear involuntarily, cause other things to disappear, or both.
2. In extreme heats and colds (excess of 110 degrees F or below 0 degrees F) while unprotected with appropriate gear, he becomes weakened, his internal systems straining to adapt. If exposed to this for too long, he may collapse, and possibly die.
3. If marked with the scent or musk of an outside element, the marked part of him will be detectable until he manages to wash it away or get rid of it by other means.
4. The mess of his mind causes him to forget a lot of things. He mostly forgets names (save for those of people he sees or saw frequently), dates, and areas, while basic memories and faces are intact. He tends to lose items and may even sometimes forget what or why he was planning on doing something, or forget what he is currently doing, be it getting some food, stealing a purse, or kissing someone he’s been making out with for fifteen minutes. In addition, he doesn’t sleep very well, often waking up six or seven times every night from his mind’s over-activity. Huntin has regained his memories since his mental blocks have become limited. He'll still get headaches every now and then, but it isn't an overwhelming pain. He can sleep easy now.
Affiliation: As of right now, independent.
Skills: Piano, theft, brawling, insulting people, lying
Interests: Winning, surviving, screwing people over, girls
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Bio/History:
From day one everyone and their mother knew that Huntin was a mutant. When your baby comes out green and the color doesn’t wash off, that’s pretty much the only safe bet. Huntin was born in Houston, Texas, but before he was even a year old his family moved to Seattle. Huntin wasn’t shunned by his parents, but he wasn’t the apple of their eye either. His brother, Lyle, older by five years, got most of the attention and affection. However, their mom did take time each day to teach Huntin piano. Huntin was sent out to public school, basically being thrown to the wolves. Naturally he had no friends, but soon learned to cope with that by besting others, kicking them while they’re down like they did for him. He got in his first fight in second grade, leaving the kid with a broken nose. Nobody went out of their way to mess with him for a while, and he liked it that way.
At home Huntin would shut himself in his room and watch television, or stick to his piano in solitude. He preferred the lack of company to having to keep his guard up every minute. Once in junior high, the targeting began once more, and Huntin was taken on by groups rather than individuals. He toughened up, learning to throw harder punches out of survival. On day in his freshman year, the time for the class hazing commenced. While most of the freshmen boys got simple humiliating tasks, Huntin got it bad. He was jumped, narrowly getting out of the chaos. He was scared senseless, almost literally. As he ran out of the school and through the street, he saw, or rather didn’t see, his hands pumping back and forth as he ran.
Over the next month Huntin dodged school, spending time out in the alleys developing his power. He was unaware of the subtle changes that had begun to occur internally. Huntin left home under his own natural cover, falling in with the wrong crowd of humans and mutants alike, but enjoying it very much. He went through group after group, getting to know the streets of the country like the back of his hand over the next three years. He learned how to use knives, chains, bottles, anything in a brawl, and was adept to pick-pocketing, leaving him a favorite source of cash for many “undesirable” people. He never killed anyone, but sure didn’t stop anyone from doing it either. To him, death was inevitable, so for someone to bring it on early was just as well.
In the latter days of his seventeenth year, and third bath in a year (thanks to his masked scent there was no need for any), he made it to the outskirts of New York City, where he took up residence in ghettos and strip clubs. Huntin had mastered his arts save for a few natural flaws here and there, but he was happy as an ass can be.
Full Name: Huntin James Wilcox
Codename:
Nicknames: Hunt
Age: 18
Birth Day: December 13
Skin color: Green all over, from him hands to his gums and tongue. The only white part of him is his teeth. (with inducer, a pale olive color)
Hair color: Dark green naturally (with inducer, black)
Eye color: Green, even the whites; pupil barely visible (with inducer, dark brown)
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 119 lbs
Blood Type : B+
Parents' Names: Audrey and Elias Wilcox (both alive)
Personality: Since getting his memories back, Huntin has become more conciencious of others and his actions, doing his best to reform from his old ways. He's taken to piano again, his more humorous and caring side coming out. Huntin will lean more towards sarcasm on occasion, but generally watches his tongue. He's filled with regret for his past actions, but tries to live on.
Appearance : Well, aside from the green skin and short stature, Huntin is built like an average person. He has a bit of muscle visible in his arms, and isn’t flabby, but he doesn’t have a six pack either. He keeps himself mostly well-kept, but like all teenagers is prone to a sloppy look. He doesn’t have much in way of clothing. He carries himself upright, taking nice sized strides.
With Inducer
Powers :
1. Invisibility. He can either vanish instantly or bit by bit depending on what he wants. Huntin can make things disappear when he touches them if he chooses to do so and remain visible himself. He can sense where the things he turns invisible are.
2. Huntin’s scent blends with surrounding smells, leaving him undetectable by smell.
3. Huntin is cold-blooded, his temperature rising and falling with the surrounding environment and elements almost precisely, leaving him enormously difficult to find with heat detection.
Disappearing
Weakness(es) :
1. When under high emotional stress he may begin to disappear involuntarily, cause other things to disappear, or both.
2. In extreme heats and colds (excess of 110 degrees F or below 0 degrees F) while unprotected with appropriate gear, he becomes weakened, his internal systems straining to adapt. If exposed to this for too long, he may collapse, and possibly die.
3. If marked with the scent or musk of an outside element, the marked part of him will be detectable until he manages to wash it away or get rid of it by other means.
Affiliation: As of right now, independent.
Skills: Piano, theft, brawling, insulting people, lying
Interests: Winning, surviving, screwing people over, girls
*****************
Bio/History:
From day one everyone and their mother knew that Huntin was a mutant. When your baby comes out green and the color doesn’t wash off, that’s pretty much the only safe bet. Huntin was born in Houston, Texas, but before he was even a year old his family moved to Seattle. Huntin wasn’t shunned by his parents, but he wasn’t the apple of their eye either. His brother, Lyle, older by five years, got most of the attention and affection. However, their mom did take time each day to teach Huntin piano. Huntin was sent out to public school, basically being thrown to the wolves. Naturally he had no friends, but soon learned to cope with that by besting others, kicking them while they’re down like they did for him. He got in his first fight in second grade, leaving the kid with a broken nose. Nobody went out of their way to mess with him for a while, and he liked it that way.
At home Huntin would shut himself in his room and watch television, or stick to his piano in solitude. He preferred the lack of company to having to keep his guard up every minute. Once in junior high, the targeting began once more, and Huntin was taken on by groups rather than individuals. He toughened up, learning to throw harder punches out of survival. On day in his freshman year, the time for the class hazing commenced. While most of the freshmen boys got simple humiliating tasks, Huntin got it bad. He was jumped, narrowly getting out of the chaos. He was scared senseless, almost literally. As he ran out of the school and through the street, he saw, or rather didn’t see, his hands pumping back and forth as he ran.
Over the next month Huntin dodged school, spending time out in the alleys developing his power. He was unaware of the subtle changes that had begun to occur internally. Huntin left home under his own natural cover, falling in with the wrong crowd of humans and mutants alike, but enjoying it very much. He went through group after group, getting to know the streets of the country like the back of his hand over the next three years. He learned how to use knives, chains, bottles, anything in a brawl, and was adept to pick-pocketing, leaving him a favorite source of cash for many “undesirable” people. He never killed anyone, but sure didn’t stop anyone from doing it either. To him, death was inevitable, so for someone to bring it on early was just as well.
In the latter days of his seventeenth year, and third bath in a year (thanks to his masked scent there was no need for any), he made it to the outskirts of New York City, where he took up residence in ghettos and strip clubs. Huntin had mastered his arts save for a few natural flaws here and there, but he was happy as an ass can be.
