Post by MacGuffin on Jul 4, 2006 13:05:03 GMT -5
Codeword: Pirates
Full Name: Craig Samuel McGowan
Nicknames: Sammy Boy, Ripper, Homicidal Maniac, Shredder, Patient #31794
Codename:
Age: 28
DoB: January 13, 1978
Origin: Owensboro, Kentucky
Orientation: Takes What He Can Get
Hair: Blond, messy
Eyes: Brown, bloodshot
Height: 6’0”
Weight: 149 lbs.
Physical Affects of Mutation?: He gains a little weight with every item he absorbs, and each item appears as a tattoo (but this leaves when he removes the item)
Personality: Craig is a sociopath. In this matter, he is remorseless, reckless, highly temperamental, by nature couldn‘t care less for social norms and laws. He has no real concerns for the emotions of others. Craig has trouble handling, let alone holding in, aggression, and if he feels threatened he will lash out violently, be it verbal or physical. If he has no request or order or isn’t pissed, he tends to be very lazy.
Craig has problems handling and keeping long-lasting relationships of any sort, usually scaring off others or consciously pushing them away if he feels threatened by them. As for emotions themselves…Craig is a bit dead. He feels anger easily, but happiness is a rare occasion, save for saidstic joy, let alone moments of love. However, this dog with not bite the hand that feeds him, meaning if someone is caring for him and hasn’t pissed him off he’ll leave them alone. The vast majority of the time, however, Craig is relatively quiet. His interaction skills are extremely limited.
By nature, Craig does not know or feel any difference between right and wrong. To him, walking a dog is just as right as killing a man down the street, which is expertly demonstrated in his past. All he sees is matters of convenience, and what he does and doesn’t want to do. For example: Man offends him greatly, i.e. punches him. He wants to hurt said man greatly, and can. Therefore, he does so. Guy asks for a favor and hasn’t pissed him off before, Craig’ll do the favor if he feels up to it.
Oh…and don’t wake him up when he’s sleeping…just don’t.
[edit] Since arriving at the Marauder's door Craig has become a bit more sedate, repressing his anger rather than lashing out. This has been driving him into his inner shell, while allowing him to still talk with one or two people. And, with the lack of medication, he is becoming antsier as well.
Appearance: Disheveled to say the least. He is usually extremely stubbly, but can’t exactly grow a beard or moustache, so he just gets a bunch of scraggly hairs. He has bags under his eyes, but the eyes themselves are shiny and cold in appearance. He definitely knows what’s going on.
Clothing Style: Anything he can get his hands on.
Relations: Joshua McGowan (Father-deceased-killed), Rosemary McGowan (Mother-deceased-killed), Elizabeth Rosemary McGowan (Sister-deceased-killed), Thomas McGowan (Brother- living)
Powers:
1. Craig is able to absorb any sort of non-living object into his person through his hands. The object does not appear as regular in his body (an absorbed knife would not be a knife in his stomach), but rather turns itself into fats, muscle, and skin. Any object absorbed appears as a tattoo on his body. The objects are not detectable by any means (metal detectors, drug dogs, etc), save for looking at what tattoos he has. Whenever he absorbs an object, he gains as much weight as it weighs. (Eating is normal, and absorbing food would give him no nutrient value.) He can pull these objects out of himself whenever he wills himself to, not matter where the tattoo is located on his body. This gives easy access to guns, knives, bullets, yoyos, you name it.
2. Craig has mental blocks which keep psychics out of his mind.
Weaknesses:
1. He can only hold up to 150 extra pounds in his being at a time. Only non-living things may be absorbed. (Save for the occurence with Ellen, because she was in a crystal state at the time she was absorbed.)
Affiliation: Marauders
Skills: Knife fighting, beating things, firearms, rumble fighting in general, yo-yoing, following non-demanded instructions
Interests: Killing things, yo-yoing, napping, following non-demanded instructions or requests, being looked out for, punching things, stabbing things
Bio/History:
Craig was born to a relatively normal family, but they weren’t exactly the most loving bunch of kith and kin. Daddy and mama were drunkards and sister was a sleeper, but big brother was a nice little guardian quiet, reserved Craig. Craig was always an interesting character. He used to shoot nice rocks out of his slingshot at the neighbor’s cats, and then wait to hit one on the head to hear it make that nice crunchy sound. Or he would squeeze the girl across the street’s hand nice and tight until her finger did that cool cracky thing and bent the wrong way. Even his teachers weren’t devoid of the boy’s behavior up to age ten. He’d put tacks in their chair, or a rusty staple in their coffee, or a nice bit of dead squirrel in their daily planner. He was always a little scamp with a tendency towards creative destruction.
Even at this early age everyone knew something was wrong with little Craig, but he didn’t really care. Mama and daddy couldn’t afford any fancy psychiatrist, so they figured that a few spankings would work the fidgets out of Craig. Eleven. Twelve. Craig started going to the same school as Thomas, and that was good. Sure, it was annoying when Thomas made him stop fighting with the other boys, but he also managed to keep Craig out of trouble a lot, which was pretty cool. Thomas also gave him a nice fancy yellow yo-yo for Christmas, and that was awful convenient.
The real trouble came when Craig was thirteen. His sister, Rosemary, began beating on him something awful, and Craig just kind of lost it. He took his nice little yo-yo and unraveled it, getting behind her and wrapping the string around her neck and pulling real tight till she wasn’t breathing anymore. Well that just about did it for him. He was so enraged and out of his little head that before he knew it the yo-yo got sucked up into his hand. This freaked him right out of his mind. He was one of those mutant freaks you heard about on the radio.
Daddy and mama were in disbelief over their daughter, and they knew their little demon child had done it. He was sent into a nice little infirmary where he was given magic candy and electric shock therapy. After about two years he was dubbed fit to re-enter society, with help from his latest mutation development. He just gave those doctors one look in the eye and they saw him as right as rain, an angel that couldn’t harm a fly. They released him when he was fifteen, and sent him home to his mama and daddy and brother.
He didn’t even have to reach for a knife, it was sucked into his arm. He withdrew the blade one night and went up to his parents room in a rage fit for a bull. It didn’t take to long to get mama, but daddy was a fighter. Thomas looked on in horror, and pulled Craig off of the bloody and torn bed.
“CRAIG! You killed them too! Just like you killed Rosemary.” Thomas held his brother and looked him in the eye in terror. No remorse. No care. Craig sucked the knife back into his hand. There was no need to kill Thomas, he had always been so nice to Craig. It wasn’t a matter of gratitude, more a matter of inconvenience.
Thomas let his monster brother loose and called the police a good day after the killing. Figured he may as well give his only blood left a good head start.
Over the next five years Craig managed to fall in with gangs and hookers and various hitmen across the nation. He perfected his art with the blade and took up firearm use. Before the age of twenty he had killed, excluding his family members, fifteen men, women, and children in five different states, not a drop of remorse felt. Two men in Ohio, two men and a woman in Indiana, four men and two kids and three women in Maryland, and one man in New York City.
That was where they got him. After the trial for all of his crimes he was found to be clinically insane, not able to show remorse for any of his crimes or care for any law. His power had also become known to the authorities, and he was prohibited to look any member of the jury in the eye. As a precaution a sheriff held his head gently so it always faced forward. He could look at the jury, but it would strain his eyes to do it for too long. Also, since he was a mutant, they did not want to give him the death penalty. No, that would infuriate mutants of America. He was sent into his second asylum, where he would spend the next three years.
Patient #31794 was the most ill-tempered and most-medicated patient in the hospital, constantly being tranquilized to subdue his anger and general fury. Regardless of three years of intense psychiatric care he was still without a care for his crimes, and always spoke of how he would do any of them again. To him killing was as fine as walking a dog.
In the third and final year of his institution he made a grand, bloody escape, killing three guards, two nurses, and one patient with a few blunt objects he managed to get his hands on after absorbing the straight jacket off of himself. He was finally free….but he knew he had to find someone to watch over him, otherwise he would be helpless. That’s what years of dependence on others and containment had done to him. Left him as a dependent Pit Bull.
Full Name: Craig Samuel McGowan
Nicknames: Sammy Boy, Ripper, Homicidal Maniac, Shredder, Patient #31794
Codename:
Age: 28
DoB: January 13, 1978
Origin: Owensboro, Kentucky
Orientation: Takes What He Can Get
Hair: Blond, messy
Eyes: Brown, bloodshot
Height: 6’0”
Weight: 149 lbs.
Physical Affects of Mutation?: He gains a little weight with every item he absorbs, and each item appears as a tattoo (but this leaves when he removes the item)
Personality: Craig is a sociopath. In this matter, he is remorseless, reckless, highly temperamental, by nature couldn‘t care less for social norms and laws. He has no real concerns for the emotions of others. Craig has trouble handling, let alone holding in, aggression, and if he feels threatened he will lash out violently, be it verbal or physical. If he has no request or order or isn’t pissed, he tends to be very lazy.
Craig has problems handling and keeping long-lasting relationships of any sort, usually scaring off others or consciously pushing them away if he feels threatened by them. As for emotions themselves…Craig is a bit dead. He feels anger easily, but happiness is a rare occasion, save for saidstic joy, let alone moments of love. However, this dog with not bite the hand that feeds him, meaning if someone is caring for him and hasn’t pissed him off he’ll leave them alone. The vast majority of the time, however, Craig is relatively quiet. His interaction skills are extremely limited.
By nature, Craig does not know or feel any difference between right and wrong. To him, walking a dog is just as right as killing a man down the street, which is expertly demonstrated in his past. All he sees is matters of convenience, and what he does and doesn’t want to do. For example: Man offends him greatly, i.e. punches him. He wants to hurt said man greatly, and can. Therefore, he does so. Guy asks for a favor and hasn’t pissed him off before, Craig’ll do the favor if he feels up to it.
Oh…and don’t wake him up when he’s sleeping…just don’t.
[edit] Since arriving at the Marauder's door Craig has become a bit more sedate, repressing his anger rather than lashing out. This has been driving him into his inner shell, while allowing him to still talk with one or two people. And, with the lack of medication, he is becoming antsier as well.
Appearance: Disheveled to say the least. He is usually extremely stubbly, but can’t exactly grow a beard or moustache, so he just gets a bunch of scraggly hairs. He has bags under his eyes, but the eyes themselves are shiny and cold in appearance. He definitely knows what’s going on.
Clothing Style: Anything he can get his hands on.
Relations: Joshua McGowan (Father-deceased-killed), Rosemary McGowan (Mother-deceased-killed), Elizabeth Rosemary McGowan (Sister-deceased-killed), Thomas McGowan (Brother- living)
Powers:
1. Craig is able to absorb any sort of non-living object into his person through his hands. The object does not appear as regular in his body (an absorbed knife would not be a knife in his stomach), but rather turns itself into fats, muscle, and skin. Any object absorbed appears as a tattoo on his body. The objects are not detectable by any means (metal detectors, drug dogs, etc), save for looking at what tattoos he has. Whenever he absorbs an object, he gains as much weight as it weighs. (Eating is normal, and absorbing food would give him no nutrient value.) He can pull these objects out of himself whenever he wills himself to, not matter where the tattoo is located on his body. This gives easy access to guns, knives, bullets, yoyos, you name it.
2. Craig has mental blocks which keep psychics out of his mind.
Weaknesses:
1. He can only hold up to 150 extra pounds in his being at a time. Only non-living things may be absorbed. (Save for the occurence with Ellen, because she was in a crystal state at the time she was absorbed.)
Affiliation: Marauders
Skills: Knife fighting, beating things, firearms, rumble fighting in general, yo-yoing, following non-demanded instructions
Interests: Killing things, yo-yoing, napping, following non-demanded instructions or requests, being looked out for, punching things, stabbing things
Bio/History:
Craig was born to a relatively normal family, but they weren’t exactly the most loving bunch of kith and kin. Daddy and mama were drunkards and sister was a sleeper, but big brother was a nice little guardian quiet, reserved Craig. Craig was always an interesting character. He used to shoot nice rocks out of his slingshot at the neighbor’s cats, and then wait to hit one on the head to hear it make that nice crunchy sound. Or he would squeeze the girl across the street’s hand nice and tight until her finger did that cool cracky thing and bent the wrong way. Even his teachers weren’t devoid of the boy’s behavior up to age ten. He’d put tacks in their chair, or a rusty staple in their coffee, or a nice bit of dead squirrel in their daily planner. He was always a little scamp with a tendency towards creative destruction.
Even at this early age everyone knew something was wrong with little Craig, but he didn’t really care. Mama and daddy couldn’t afford any fancy psychiatrist, so they figured that a few spankings would work the fidgets out of Craig. Eleven. Twelve. Craig started going to the same school as Thomas, and that was good. Sure, it was annoying when Thomas made him stop fighting with the other boys, but he also managed to keep Craig out of trouble a lot, which was pretty cool. Thomas also gave him a nice fancy yellow yo-yo for Christmas, and that was awful convenient.
The real trouble came when Craig was thirteen. His sister, Rosemary, began beating on him something awful, and Craig just kind of lost it. He took his nice little yo-yo and unraveled it, getting behind her and wrapping the string around her neck and pulling real tight till she wasn’t breathing anymore. Well that just about did it for him. He was so enraged and out of his little head that before he knew it the yo-yo got sucked up into his hand. This freaked him right out of his mind. He was one of those mutant freaks you heard about on the radio.
Daddy and mama were in disbelief over their daughter, and they knew their little demon child had done it. He was sent into a nice little infirmary where he was given magic candy and electric shock therapy. After about two years he was dubbed fit to re-enter society, with help from his latest mutation development. He just gave those doctors one look in the eye and they saw him as right as rain, an angel that couldn’t harm a fly. They released him when he was fifteen, and sent him home to his mama and daddy and brother.
He didn’t even have to reach for a knife, it was sucked into his arm. He withdrew the blade one night and went up to his parents room in a rage fit for a bull. It didn’t take to long to get mama, but daddy was a fighter. Thomas looked on in horror, and pulled Craig off of the bloody and torn bed.
“CRAIG! You killed them too! Just like you killed Rosemary.” Thomas held his brother and looked him in the eye in terror. No remorse. No care. Craig sucked the knife back into his hand. There was no need to kill Thomas, he had always been so nice to Craig. It wasn’t a matter of gratitude, more a matter of inconvenience.
Thomas let his monster brother loose and called the police a good day after the killing. Figured he may as well give his only blood left a good head start.
Over the next five years Craig managed to fall in with gangs and hookers and various hitmen across the nation. He perfected his art with the blade and took up firearm use. Before the age of twenty he had killed, excluding his family members, fifteen men, women, and children in five different states, not a drop of remorse felt. Two men in Ohio, two men and a woman in Indiana, four men and two kids and three women in Maryland, and one man in New York City.
That was where they got him. After the trial for all of his crimes he was found to be clinically insane, not able to show remorse for any of his crimes or care for any law. His power had also become known to the authorities, and he was prohibited to look any member of the jury in the eye. As a precaution a sheriff held his head gently so it always faced forward. He could look at the jury, but it would strain his eyes to do it for too long. Also, since he was a mutant, they did not want to give him the death penalty. No, that would infuriate mutants of America. He was sent into his second asylum, where he would spend the next three years.
Patient #31794 was the most ill-tempered and most-medicated patient in the hospital, constantly being tranquilized to subdue his anger and general fury. Regardless of three years of intense psychiatric care he was still without a care for his crimes, and always spoke of how he would do any of them again. To him killing was as fine as walking a dog.
In the third and final year of his institution he made a grand, bloody escape, killing three guards, two nurses, and one patient with a few blunt objects he managed to get his hands on after absorbing the straight jacket off of himself. He was finally free….but he knew he had to find someone to watch over him, otherwise he would be helpless. That’s what years of dependence on others and containment had done to him. Left him as a dependent Pit Bull.
