| NAME: |
Jeremiah Cooper
| ALIAS: |
Thermo (Viable to Change)
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
- Temperature Control: Jeremiah has enough control over his powers to control the temperature around him. He can cool the air to put out a fire and heat the air to help people trapped in the snow.
- Ice Manipulation: Jeremiah has the power to generate and manipulate ice. He can use this power to freeze water so that he could manipulate it as well. He also has the ability to create solid ice constructs in the form of weapons to use in combat.
- Ice Gliding: Using his ice powers he's able to create a slide of ice to glide along.
- Fire Manipulation: Jeremiah has the power to generate and manipulate fire.
- Fire Resistance: Jeremiah is resistant, but not immune to fire. He can be affected by the flames of either an equal or more powerful fire user.
- Hand to Hand Combat: Jeremiah was trained in the art of unarmed combat by his father, including how to fight dirty. He's nowhere near expert or master level of any actual style, but he knows how to defend himself well enough. After he stopped training with his father most of his training has been self-training.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
- Human Limitations: Even though he's a metahuman he's still a human and therefore has the limitations of a human. He can still die like one and doesn't have any form of invulnerability. He also gets tired like a normal human and etc.
- Frostbite: After using too much of his ice powers he starts to gain frostbite. To balance it out he uses his fire and heat powers to get rid of the frostbite.
- Lack of Fire Immunity: Despite his control of flames he's not completely immune to fire. He has no problem with his own flames and natural flames, but when it comes to flames of other metahumans with the same level of power or greater it can cause a problem for him.
| SAMPLE POST: |
JC remembered the day that changed his life forever. It was the day before he was recruited to join the Teen Titans. He had lived in California all of his life, but this was his first time in the Bay area. This was his time to prove his worth as a hero. What better way to do so than by cleaning up crime in the city where the Titans were stationed? He wasn't in heroics because he enjoyed it. He was doing it because that's what he had to do. This wasn't a moral obligation thing either. He wore his jumpsuit underneath his normal clothes. He knew there had to be some crime around here somewhere.
As if right on cue he saw about four guys head into the a bank across the street. They left one guy in the getaway car. He knew they were up to no good because of the guns they were carrying in broad daylight. It seemed that criminals were getting dumber by the minute. One was carrying a shotgun and another was carrying an Uzi. They probably spent the money on their last job on that one. He couldn't see the other guns so they were probably handguns. Taking down four guys with guns would have been difficult if his powers weren't in the ranged category. The first thing he had to do was take care of the getaway car just in case someone ended up escaping him.
He casually removed his clothes as he walked across the street to the car. The driver didn't seem to notice him as he was looking out for police cars. He even had the driver side window down. JC decided to sneak around to the other side from the back and while the driver was looking to his right he knocked on the back passenger window. "Look. You have a choice. You can either drive yourself to a precinct and fo--." Before he could complete his sentence he noticed the guy frantically reaching for his gun. "Or you could do that." He aimed his right hand at the criminal and froze him solid. "I'm assuming you were the driver because you're the emotionally weak one. I'll thaw you out later." His tone was both cold and distant. His words were dry and had no type of emotion behind them.
Now he had to deal with the almost threats. He walked up to the bank and peered through the glass to see the amount of citizens lying on the ground. He guessed by now that the tellers already pressed the silent alarm even if it might have gotten killed. You had to hate protocol, right? He realized that he didn't have the time or the option to give these guys the same chance that he had given the driver. Despite his actual not caring for the civilians he knew it wasn't "hero-like" to endanger them. The rules of the hero game made things a bit more difficult.
He pushed the doors open and started finger blasting the criminals. He started with the Uzi wielding idiot and worked his way down to the handguns. He blasted their guns with ice to clog them up. The one with the Uzi tried to get shots off, but the gun exploded in his hand causing him harm. He yelled in pain and at his goons while he held his hand, "Get that freak!"
The insult didn't bother him and neither did the three idiots heading at a guy with powers without their guns. He stood there waiting for them and when they got close enough he opened his palm and gave them the same icicle treatment that he gave their driver. He then walked over to the leader of the rat pack. He had to give this one, one thing. He was persistent and wasn't going to let up. He tried to fight him, but he was more than useless with one usable hand. JC was able to dodge his slow attacks and knocked him back with an uppercut. While he was trying to recover Jace talked to him in that same cold tone. "It's idiots like you five that give real criminals a bad name."
He covered his own right hand with ice effectively creating a strong and durable ice glove before sending a knockout punch straight down into the guy's face. He started walking out towards the bank entrance or exit in this case while watching the civilians stand up. They were a bit in awe and one of them tried to thank him with a hug, but before she could get close he extended his hand to stop her path. "Don't." was all he said before walking outside.
JC was met with a sight he didn't expect. Standing before him was the Teen Titans.
As if right on cue he saw about four guys head into the a bank across the street. They left one guy in the getaway car. He knew they were up to no good because of the guns they were carrying in broad daylight. It seemed that criminals were getting dumber by the minute. One was carrying a shotgun and another was carrying an Uzi. They probably spent the money on their last job on that one. He couldn't see the other guns so they were probably handguns. Taking down four guys with guns would have been difficult if his powers weren't in the ranged category. The first thing he had to do was take care of the getaway car just in case someone ended up escaping him.
He casually removed his clothes as he walked across the street to the car. The driver didn't seem to notice him as he was looking out for police cars. He even had the driver side window down. JC decided to sneak around to the other side from the back and while the driver was looking to his right he knocked on the back passenger window. "Look. You have a choice. You can either drive yourself to a precinct and fo--." Before he could complete his sentence he noticed the guy frantically reaching for his gun. "Or you could do that." He aimed his right hand at the criminal and froze him solid. "I'm assuming you were the driver because you're the emotionally weak one. I'll thaw you out later." His tone was both cold and distant. His words were dry and had no type of emotion behind them.
Now he had to deal with the almost threats. He walked up to the bank and peered through the glass to see the amount of citizens lying on the ground. He guessed by now that the tellers already pressed the silent alarm even if it might have gotten killed. You had to hate protocol, right? He realized that he didn't have the time or the option to give these guys the same chance that he had given the driver. Despite his actual not caring for the civilians he knew it wasn't "hero-like" to endanger them. The rules of the hero game made things a bit more difficult.
He pushed the doors open and started finger blasting the criminals. He started with the Uzi wielding idiot and worked his way down to the handguns. He blasted their guns with ice to clog them up. The one with the Uzi tried to get shots off, but the gun exploded in his hand causing him harm. He yelled in pain and at his goons while he held his hand, "Get that freak!"
The insult didn't bother him and neither did the three idiots heading at a guy with powers without their guns. He stood there waiting for them and when they got close enough he opened his palm and gave them the same icicle treatment that he gave their driver. He then walked over to the leader of the rat pack. He had to give this one, one thing. He was persistent and wasn't going to let up. He tried to fight him, but he was more than useless with one usable hand. JC was able to dodge his slow attacks and knocked him back with an uppercut. While he was trying to recover Jace talked to him in that same cold tone. "It's idiots like you five that give real criminals a bad name."
He covered his own right hand with ice effectively creating a strong and durable ice glove before sending a knockout punch straight down into the guy's face. He started walking out towards the bank entrance or exit in this case while watching the civilians stand up. They were a bit in awe and one of them tried to thank him with a hug, but before she could get close he extended his hand to stop her path. "Don't." was all he said before walking outside.
JC was met with a sight he didn't expect. Standing before him was the Teen Titans.
| NOTES: |
Has a great disdain for his father.
Right side of his hair is naturally white.
Left side of his hair is naturally dark red.
Burn scar on the upper left side of his face.
Prefers to go by JC.
Emotionally Distant
Right side of his hair is naturally white.
Left side of his hair is naturally dark red.
Burn scar on the upper left side of his face.
Prefers to go by JC.
Emotionally Distant
