Weight: 200lbs (Constantly changing)
Age: not certain (Looks 27)
Aliases: Wilson Steele, Weapon Zero
Question, Have you ever gone through life not knowing who you are, why you are here, or even if your memory is real and wasn’t artificially formed?!?! This is what Panident has had to live with for some time now. Well it isn’t that bad considering he is the one successful attempt to bond a human with the synthetically made alien like microorganisms code named CR-12k. It had its perks but let’s just say it wasn’t his ideal way of living. Before we get too deep into that let’s talk about what he did before he became who he was. He was an orphan, never knew his real parents and nor did they give a fuck about him.
He was only ten when he decided to leave that dump he previously called “home.” It was no home for him or anyone else who lived there for that matter. In his short years there he already had witnessed everything from gun violence, drug abuse to the occasional waking up with a roach on his face. At least his life would make a good rap but he want too intrigued by that idea. Panidents only objective was to get the hell out of that place and as far as possible. He had the right idea if you ask me but it was kind of unfortunate that he planned to escape at night. Night is when it was dark. Night is when most of the “bad guys” came out and most importantly night was when he was abducted…
He didn’t even make it to the end of the block before a man in a trench coat and wide brimmed hat would stop him. He would ask Panident in an accent that resembled Foghorn Leghorn “are you running away child?” “No.” Panident answered and began walking to the other side of the street. The man who stopped him responded with a slight laugh. Realizing this man presented danger Panident began to run. He made a break for the orphan home but no matter how fast he ran the distance didn’t seem to close. Every step became heavier, slower and more difficult to take until he was on his knees. His eyes were now heavy and the last thing he saw was the feet of the man who he was running from.
The man who abducted him was none other than Fearis Caldwell(Otherwise known as “Roach”). A scientist in need of a test subject for a project recently shut down by the government. The experiment was seen as too risky and violated every ounce of human rights that was established now and could be in the future. He wasn’t going to let his life’s work go to waste so of course he did it anyway. All he needed was one male who was on the brink of puberty which made him suited to adjust to the drastic changes that would happen to his physical form. The next 9 years of his life Panident would be hooked up to various machines pumping odd and foreign substances into his blood stream. The machine he was in was similar to rejuvenation tanks seen in DBZ. With the first of the substances knocking him into a ridiculous 9 year coma, he was now at Caldwells mercy. After a year he was getting to the point where his body would accept the microorganism or should I say where the microorganisms would accept him. This experiment proved to a long process and Caldwell appeared to treat him nothing more than a bowl of goldfish. He would show up every day to see if he was alive, feed him and would leave on that note once preforming a quick analysis. Each one of the drugs planted into his blood stream would eventually prep him for the next until his body was capable of controlling it. The various machines around him would be acting almost as mechanical organs being attached to him for that long. He no longer required food to sustain life. He couldn’t live without the machine at this point but the machines are what allowed him to take this next colossal step in science.
One liquid ounce is all that I would take…The nano cells began to multiply spreading through his blood stream at a rapid pace. It would only be hours before there were visual changes in his dna. It was truly ground breaking to say at least. Some might even say this technology was alien like and for obvious reasons. Somehow these microorganisms that merged its self with Panident had the unprecedented ability to become any object by changing its molecular structure and back accordingly. It also had the ability to expand and reproduce at an alarming rate. A combination of these two abilities is all that he used to fight in the future.
Panident’s first moments in his new form was spent alone. He did not yet know his abilities and as a result was still a child in appearance. Despite how much his mind had grown he couldn’t recall a single moment before he was taken in as a test subject. All he knew was that he was someone but he didn’t know who. The first thing he would notice was his glossy sliver colored hands and arms. He didn’t have the type of animated or cartoon like reaction that most have when they are shocked. His was more of a reflection of his confusion and all he wanted was to see his body as a whole. His Silver Surfer like appearance startled him but then he realized something. He couldn’t feel it. I couldn’t feel his heart increase. He couldn’t feel the perspiration of sweat when he was nervous. Slowly with his shaking hand he placed his hand on his chest. No heart beat…
This now brings us to the last thing to discuss, his core. He had no vital organs, flesh, muscle or anything else a normal human had. His source of life was nothing but his “core(s)”. His thoughts were even channeled through them. He actually had two with one being in place of his heart and the other In the place of his brain. If the cores were to stop functioning he would die and the microorganism would lay dormant until they could sense a new host. They needed cybernetic super intelligence to coexist with and that is what Panident had become. If they did not have one serving as a command center they wouldn’t react to anything whatsoever.
Panident managed to put on some clothes ironically waiting for him. When he did he was stopped by the very same man who had conducted these experiments on him. This man looked very suspicious to him but he needed some answers. Fearis greeted him with an “Allow me to enlighten you on your new life.” He had no choice but to go with him. This is something he couldn’t possibly notice but Fearis appeared identically the same as he did when he met him as a child. Something surely was not right with this man.
It turns out they were in a broken-down walk in apartment in the south Bronx scheduled for demolition later that day. The lab and all evidence of this experiment would be destroyed. Only heaven knows what else was made in that building but that’s not the point. Who could organize this and how much research would they just toss away in the process. You would think it was the Government but it was something more developed and established, PRIME. Some who know about this group might even compare this to the Illuminati. Actually, having them compared to the Illuminati was definitely an insult and would be taken as such. Ironically the illuminati didn’t even know about them other than theories that they might exist and Panident soon found himself face to face with its leader.
Fearis and Panident both made their way through the decades old hallways and down each broken and cracking step until they got into the lobby. They left through a back door and surprisingly was met by an all-white limousine. The tinted windows leisurely sank and in the back seat sat a man in all business attire. He looked over giving a quick grin pulling out a cigar. “Take a seat.” he offered and that’s when his line of work began…
As you might have read he stood about 6’2. His hair wasn’t much to pay attention to considering it was low, dark brown, for the most part untamed and very short. He had very defined facial features whether it being his low cheek bones or his narrow and lazy looking brown eyes. The lower portions of his face were scattered with five o’clock shadow that never appeared to grow despite him ever shaving. Well, there is an explanation for this. Simply because of what he was and the abilities he had become an adept shape shifter. After a while it was second nature to him. This didn’t matter much because he preferred to look a certain way the majority of the time. There was no point to changing his appearance if he wanted people to remember him. His last noteworthy set of features included his somewhat burly frame. He certainly was no body builder but he had a few guns that couldn’t be shot.
Outside of fights he was usually mellow and had a pretty loose sense of humor. He was never overly serious but knew when not to take a situation lightly. Surprisingly despite what he’s been through he’s not an unstable wreck. I guess there was no reason to get worked up over what has already been done. It was out of his control but one thing he did think about and a lot was how he would handle relationships with other people. Was he even really a person anymore? That was for society to decide. Creating bonds with other people was something that he was hesitant to do considering how he thought they would end. He came to the realization that he might not ever die. He was walking a green mile but to one of immortality. Some might say how is that bad but how could someone move through life knowing that they will see everyone they know and will know in the future die. He never actually met his parents so losing someone for the first time would probably be devastating.
Shape shifting: This is exactly what it sounds like. Panident can change his size, face, body and even change his attire to the appearance of anything he can imagine. It’s not really suitable for battle but it’s always a useful ability to have.
Cell Reproduction: The microorganisms that have bonded with Panident can reproduce and expand at a rapid rate allowing him to not only extend his body but create objects by simply knowing how its’ made. Now this is more technical that is sounds by far. The only explanation of how he can achieve this is not due of his own knowledge but what the microorganisms as a whole knew. Amazingly they each shared their own thought process but functioned as one. Panident himself isn’t quite sure how it works but one thing for sure is that it leaves a lot of possibilities open.
Weight conversion: He can create objects with extremely high density and weight. He has the ability to do this to anything that his microorganisms are a part of by simply ordering them to multiply and increase their mass.
Feeling of one: Where ever the microorganisms were Panident had the ability to see what they saw. It wasn’t necessarily seeing visually but very well could be used to avoid something coming from the other end of smoke. The other option was to create another eye visually linked as long as it was still attached to himself
Micro injection: If Panident was able to get enough microorganisms inside the body of his opponent he can target certain body parts and organs which to attack from within. When within someone else’s bloodstream it took more strenuous efforts to command but ultimately it was bad news for who anyone. He might even ask them to solidify leaving limbs at no use or rapidly expand in spikes shredding through the foes flesh.
Objects commonly created: Guns ranging from traditional, lasers to new futuristic types ranging in all sizes,Blades, daggers, knives,even his own version of special grenades could be formed or anything else he can think of for that matter.
Core bomb: Single handedly his strongest explosive, Panident could sacrifice one of two cores that he possessed creating a half mile radius blast capable of annihilating everything in its blast radius reducing even the largest structures to debris and ash.
Stress Cloud: Panident has a form where he fills his body with pores ejecting steam into the air. A gas form of the microorganisms was what the steam was composed of. In that radius of which the steam was coming out it made it extremely hard too damage Panident because of the ability to solidify the steam to block physical blows. He did have to build himself up in a larger form to do so.
His Electro Impersonation:It was something Panident was adept at using. having the ability to instantaneously create electricity. This proved to be his strongest weapon at times second to his own body. He had the ability to produce it almost instantly at will and could power his techniques through it . This does come with risk however.In the past he has overloaded which would result in his body in liquid form being thrown in every direction leaving his cores exposed. Just qualify him as a weaker Marvel's Electro.
Category 6: If allowed to put enough of his organisms into the sky Panident over time could simulate a storm, raining his silver liquids from above drenching his opponent with his organisms. This technique usually functions as a set up for another.
Can take the heat: As well as having the ability to take temperatures that allow him to escape flurries of fire with just burns and minor melting, he can increase his body temperature also but not for too long. That brought the dangers of over heating.
Weight: 186 lbs
Aliases: The Hip Hop Samurai
Living lavishly without the luxuries that wealth brings was something Claine was relatively good at. True freedom of the mind was something limited by the challenges of modern day society. Life as we see it was nothing but a perpetual ruse of the illusion tagged “Happiness. “If anyone was to ask what is was they wouldn't know. It can by no means be defined because it isn’t one thing. Anything that becomes consistent people grow weary of, even dreams. And unlike dreams you ultimately change because initially we evolve mentally, spiritually and physically. It’s among a petite and svelte list of things that has always been true about the human race. So why lock yourself down to one longer term goal out of possible the billions that without effort will lurch into your life without any effort. Some say it’s foolishly living for the moment but having this this kind of attitude towards the pursuit of goals is why Claine was truly able to avoid stress. In addition there weren’t too many goals or dreams a late 21st century Samurai could pursue, especially with the tiny detail that he was somewhat lost in time.
Time is not interchangeable and is the staple of order within reality. The longer you lived the wiser you’ll probably be and Claine knew this a little too well. In addition to the laws of time was that it told no lies. Everything and everyone eventually comes to a conclusion or meets its fate but what if it’s everything besides you that changes. The ability of eternal youth is something envied but is more of a curse than gift.
Personality: His lazy demeanor does not change the fact that he’s a pretty likable guy. He enjoys a good joke once in a while and generally mild tempered. He’s a fan of allowing actions to speak louder than words but also is very curious in nature. He wants to know everything not from an intellectual standpoint but from a survival standpoint. He’s seen some wicked things in his life and I doesn't mean that he wont see anymore any time soon.
Unwarranted Dexterity: It can be described as skillfulness in the use of the hands or body but his level of this far exceeds normal human restraints. This is accomplished through using a technique that allows him to strengthen single parts of his body though simple methods of energy distribution. With this Claine can accomplish feats such as purporting his entire body on a single finger in even the most in inconvenient instances. His ability to balance is almost unreal and along with that ability is the strength that he maintains. It complements this ability well. Say if he were to balance himself on a single finger Claine wouldn't have trouble at all leaping pushing himself upwards off the ground as if he hopped off one of his legs.
Bullet Time: May be confused with superspeed, bullet time is the ability to slow down time perceptually, in order to fight at such extraordinary speeds that the Claine can't be hit or shot to a degree. People when fighting Claine believe he is super-fast but it’s quite the opposite. It is simply accomplished by him letting loose a pulse of energy that extends outwards from his frame in all directions. The further you are from him the less effective it becomes. This makes shooting Claine with a weapon nearly impossible and close range combat virtually suicide.
Ladies love Tattoos: Sword goes hand and hand with Samurai but at first glance you would not see any weapon of sort on Claine. It would be pretty odd for someone who calls himself a Samurai to not own a sword or even carry one around but he does carry quite a few of them. Unlike no other he has the ability to pull weapons from what looks like tattoos. Now this ability does not sound too menacing but when you come to witness that his entire body is filled with hundreds of different markings it might make him a much more complicated opponent.
Not only are his weapons stored within but countless others that he came across in his entire time of living which dates back to feudal Japan. He does have the ability to pull objects in but how fast depends on its size.
In scripted on his back are the large symbols that represent the Sun, Ice and Lightning. As you would assume they have some sort of representation of what powers he has. He can charge any of his attacks with the following elements if he’s given the chance. It’s not something he can just pull out instantly but he can call on these fast enough to get the job done. One mode that he can enter that is limited to only the lightning element is that he can change his body with it. It allows him to move a deal quicker and while having his attacks electrically charged. There was a time where he tried using the others in a similar fashion but hurt himself tremendously in the process.
Energy manipulation: It’s simply the ability to gather energy at a certain point of his body or an object that he is holding to either a. Increase its power or b. Cutting strength.
Speakers on Blast: Hip hop music is something he picked up on over the years. Despite how loud his headphones are he’s perfectly adept at fighting and hearing through.
Traditional weapons in his possession
Multiple tantos,Katanas , Wakizashi’s,Nodachi’s, a Hwanduaedo, bladed projectiles, A Huge Morning Star Club he stole from a Giant and a large Shield similar to Yugiohs big shield gardna.
Nontraditional weapons: In addition to weapons branded on his skin Claine over the years has captured a large list of things which include Boulders, different types of Grenades, twin magnums, fairly large pieces of scrap metal and tons of other random items that he figured he might need one day.
Hwandudaedo: Personally his favorite and usually the first he draws is his Hwandudaedo. It’s an old style Korean straight sword with an oversized ring pommel. This sword simply extends and nothing else but at a swift and rapid pace.