Chrome
The Chromium Element
Darkness clouded the edge of Chrome's vision as he got up out of the bed he was in, and he felt extremely groggy. He still had the chromium sword next to him, an almost useless weapon, but it was significant to him. He and the Sword were a kin, made of the same element. He knew that it would not serve him well in combat in all but the least perilous situations, that it needed to be melded like his skin very often just from being moved constantly through the Nitrogen mixture of air just to stay intact. He knew that if he was ever to use the sword, he was likely already dead because Chromium is only good for one thing, and it is not protecting yourself. He knew that he and the sword went through the same difficulties everyday and that's why he kept it, because it was him and he was it. Sighing, if you could call the clanking of heavy metal throughout his body a sigh, he packed up all his belongings, threw a sweatshirt on and pulled it low over his face. There were some perks to being made of Chromium. He was immune to any poisoning and he always had a weapon on hand, literally. Welded onto his fists were spikes made of steel and chromium, which lead him to another perk. He could augment his body with metals and theoretically he could change shape which would be indeed an unpleasant experience. His Nervous system was still intact but was dulled down due to parts of it being replaced by the Prison he called a body.
Giving up the immense train of thought Chrome walked out of the Motel he was staying in, hunched over to conceal his face. He wondered if there was any other Chromium element beings that were like him, or if he was the alone bearer of the curse or gift he was bestowed. He hoped he wasn't the only one. He thought back to the battle he had with another super being earlier in the year, back when he thought he could better the world. He realized that he was rather gifted if the other Elements were like that one. He did not know which one it was, but it left large burns on his body and it required ages of agony to replace the molten chromium. Chromium was not cheap, but wasn't too expensive. He wondered if he would ever develop a new use for his gift besides being a walking electromagnet that could be chiseled by a toothpick. He wondered if he would encounter any of the Elemental beings representing a precious metal. He hoped that they wouldn't wane his Oxide layers that protected him from the poisonous Nitogen atmosphere outside his body. He cringed as he remembered the time he wore a golden chain. He nearly lost arm because he became so brittle that moving it made it almost break of.
Chrome glanced at a group of people who were eyeing him shadily. Why shouldn't they, he was walking around looking like a crack addict and if they god forbid he took any of his clothes off they would classify him as worse. He looked down at the snow around his shoes and smiled. There was fun thing to being chromium, and that was his magnetic abilities. He looked around and ran to a flag pole, changing his magnetic field in a way that a regular human could never understand, and began to climb it with strides. He was at the top as he jumped from the pole tumbling into a roll so not to break his sensitive body. "There's never a bad without a good to counter it" He chuckled to himself.
((If anyone want's to see him or interact with him I am cool with that))