Silver-white, most of the time.

Amber, most of the time.

Indeterminable as of now.

Whenever he doesn't need to keep up a low profile, Gutmadder takes up an apperance of a grotesque paragon of physical fitness - standing at exactly seven feet tall, with perfect and unblemished white skin stretched tautly over a horribly overdeveloped frame - each muscle known to modern human anatomy and a lot of new ones that are not all clearly visible, bulging and tense, filled with vital power and encircled with thick, pulsating veins. Upon a thick, bull-like neck sits the head with a visage of a youthful androgynous person with flowing silver hair, small ears, thin lips, burning amber eyes and sharp aquiline nose, standing out very unnervingly among the masses of overdeveloped flesh. His arms are thick like wine barrels, his legs are like mighty pillars of a greek temple, yet he moves with sinuous grace and incredible ease.

Whenever not showing off his mighty physique, at which times he wears only enough clothing to not be arrested for indecency, Gutmadder dresses in simple and functional clothes, favoruing old-fashioned and formal attire and colours black and white. Top hat is optional, but is present on his person quite often nevertheless.

Outwardly, Gutmadder is friendly, if a bit distanced, to all living things - as long as his own goals don't warrant being very, very unfriendly with them. Though he behaves like a civilized and empathetic being with other people, he is ruthlessly determined, vicious, progressive, unrestraine by morals and filled with purpose.
That purpose is to better oneself, to overcome and to improve in order to one day achieve total enlightenment and undergo a transformation into an ultimate being that is hindered neither by mortal toils nor metahuman urges and weaknesses and is the sole creature alone on the top of the world. Gutmadder sees the world and everything in it as a riddle to be solved - and afterwards taken apart to be studied and examined. A man with a sharp eye can learn a great deal about a person just by looking at them - but a man with sharp eye and an even sharper knife can look not only at a person, but inside them, into every nook and cranny - and if one adds sharp mind and some... highly specialized equipment to that list, one can even gain access into the person's thoughts and desires, the very innermost secrets and longings and beliefs and neural impulses that make them tick.

That said, Gutmadder is not merely a machine set on taking apart all secrets of the universe. He is, for now, still a metahuman, before that a mortal man and before that still a lowly ape. He relishes not only in discovery and progress but also in more mundane pleasures - good food, thrill of combat, domination over his foes, basking in begrudging respect of his peers and fear of his lessers, playing games and dedicating time to his manifold hobbies and objects of interest - all those things he does just like any normal person - if on a much higher level - but without ever forgetting about his true purpose and goal.

In some sense, Gutmadder can be called a nihilist - he believes that there is nothing of value in the world, both in physical and in spiritual sense, except what we make of it, and even if there is, we can't truly know what it is. There are as many points of view in the world as there are sentient beings and there are equal chances for each of them to be correct or false. Kreslav though does not bother himself with things that are "right" or "wrong", instead simply doing what he "Wants" with jolly determination and sense of self-made purpose. Along with right and wrong, Gutmadder does not believes in the concept of "failure" - there is no such thing. You fail only when you are by no means able to ever try again, and that will only ever happen in case of one's absolute spiritual and physical demise. Without that, any difficulties one might encounter are merely temporary setbacks on the road to one's goal.

ADVANCED medical and biological sciences, psychoanalysis martial arts, writing incredibly shitty poetry and impromptu rap battles - though he feels quite awkward about sharing that particular interest of his.

In addition to his power, Gutmadder posesses considerable knowledge in many different scientific fields including but not limited to inorganic chemistry, psychology, physics and mathematics. Except for the actual sciences he also posesses a number of more practical skills and knowledges useful in everyday tasks such as doing taxes or fixing bicycles. Thanks to his great physical condition and incredible reaction times, he also makes for a very formidable hand-to-hand fighter able to often literally dodge bullets - whenever he doesn't just soak them up with his flesh. Most importantly, though, Gutmadder knows A LOT about Metahumans, the nature of their Energy, statistics of their awakenings, kinds of their powers and all other Metahuman-related things, from changes in physiology and psychology to the long-term effects of residual Energy on the systems of unpowered people.

The main goal of Gutmadder is, obviously, to overcome all limitations of Metahumans, find a way to jailbreak the Metahuman Energy in order to unlock his full potential without any sort of negative consequences for it and to eventually become the greatest being in the world. He is not particularily hungry for fame, though, so he will be completely okay with being the Ultimate Life Form without anyone else being aware of it.

There's really not much to talk about. He was a pretty average, if a bit mellow and... sentinemtal med student from a medium-income family, suffered though a horrible depression once due to doing very bad on an exam in high school but otherwise was pretty unremarkable. Once after a very hard drinking session with his fellows he attempted to return home on his own but accidentaly stumbled into a very bad neighborhood, where a couple of fellas who were up to no good attempted to stick him up - succesfully. His powers sparked into being as he lied in a dark anney with some very serious knife wounds and a shard of glass in his eye and he dragged himself to a dumpster and then succesfully operated himself to full health with a fish bone instad of a needle and a little bit of liquor as a disinfectant. After this, Basilio was terrified to no end. Convincing himself that his mom would absolutely hate him now, he actually seriously ran away from home and lived on the streets in an unspecified slum for quite some time before getting into a big gang due to a strange and hardly plausible series of events, becoming their in-house doctor and discovering the full extent of his powers by saving people that were literally torn apart or long-dead when they were presented to him. Time went by, years passed and at some point Gutmadder managed to accept his nature and power - or maybe simply go crazy from it, at which point his personal career as an independent metahuman researcher and a seeker of perfection began.

Actually seriously none - even now, being adult and at peace with himself, Gutmadder doesn't like to think back on the time he ran away from his family and certainly doesn't want to reconcile with them, both out of some deep subconscious fear that he can't defeat and out of pity for his parents - what would he say? "Hi mom, i am a supersurgeon metahuman now, sorry for leaving you for ten and then some years?"

| Not yet sure about any, if somebody wants to discuss it then please knock in the PM|

HBB - Hedge Bad Boyz organized crime gang, in which Gutmadder still provides medical services at times, due to some deep ingrained feeling of loyalty.

DOVE&RAVEN - Gutmadder is aware of the power the organisations wield, the benefit that co-working with them may bring to his research and the consequences that may come for angering them. As such, he attempts to stay on their good side, answers their beckoning whenever a need in his cooperation arises and makes absolute sure that anything he does that might be perceived as a wrongdoing by them goes unnoticed.

Cerebral/Super-System/Other

Gutmadder's ability consists of no-nonsense absolute, complete and perfect knowledge and understanding of all things biological and all biology/biochemistry-derived processes in all living beings and ability to manipulate and change these processes with ease bordering on supernatural. Transplanting a heart from one person to another is a thing that Gutmadder will do with childish glee, using only two fingers of his left hand to go through the whole operation - and this is the most basic application of his ability. Gutmadder is intuitively a master of biochemistry and neuroanatomy, able to create incredibly potent drugs, horrible poisons and hormonal concoctions that can completely change people who ingest them, tailor-grow new organs or even biological constructs, reanimate the dead even after most horrid maimings, control other people through cerebral parasites or direct nerve induction, generate enough bioelectricity to shock a grown man to death and do many other wondrously horrible things - the main and most important amongst which is the ability to manipulate the bodily processes responsible for the generation of Metahuman Energy responsible for their powers. He very rarely tries it on other metahumans, but has experimented extensively on himself, achieving such feats as temporarily stopping it's generation, kicking it into overdrive without any outside circumstances warranting it, controlling the distribution of the energy in the body and even transferring it to a non-metahuman person through implantation of his own cells into them - though the results vary wildldy and are often quite gruesome. Gutmadder has also used this power to significantly upgrade his own body, making it all-but-immune to pain, fatigue, toxins and poisons, filling it with superdense bones and muscles capable of tearing steel, redundant and additional organs, armouring his tissues and drastically increasing his brain activity, which results in incredible sensory acucity, faster-than-lightning reaction times and many other bodily improvements. His body also contains several glands secreting incredibly toxic poisons, powerful stimulants, hallucinogens and pheromones which he may secrete through the skin, spit out or even spray over large areas. As a last resort and deterrence weapon, he has a sack of especially virulent toxin that is more potent than even the VX nerve agent stowed deeply within his bowels that will spread over the most of the city in case his vital functions ever cease - he makes sure that everyone knows about that in case somebody thinks of fighting him to death for some unknown and probably stupid reason.

Nicholas O'Connor

The Hive - nickname given by his DOVE caseworkers

Male

25

6ft 1

245 lbs.

Edgemont – Springtown

Brown

Brown

Caucasian

Nick is a big, broad-shouldered guy, with a thick but muscular physique and hands like hams. He keeps his brown hair short in a military crew cut, and his face is completely clean shaven. His white skin is slightly tanned from an upbringing spent running around outside with the other kids, though the more internal life he has been leading lately has caused a good deal of paleness to return to him.

Nick’s face is mostly smooth and rounded, lending an almost dopey, doughy look to his otherwise intimidating physique. In the bridge of his nose there is a very slight bend, a remnant from his days getting his nose broken all the time. On the top of his scalp there’s a long, white scar that runs from the middle of his forehead all the way to one ear. His back, if one were to see it without a shirt, is likewise an absolute tapestry of scars and markings, holdovers from the abuse he suffered before coming to Baybridge.

Nick usually wears some combination of t-shirt, hoodie, track pants and battered sneakers, fashion not really being a concern of his.

Outwardly, Nick is an incredibly drawn, reserved, and wary person. He doesn’t really rush to make close connections with anyone, Metahuman or not, and while he’s not exactly cold in intrapersonal conversation, a good deal of his friendliness has been overtaken by caution, given that he is very aware of the effect his ‘powers’ tend to have on people (screaming, running, oh-god-what-the-fuck-is-that). He’s very paranoid, not in the crazy, twitchy, ‘the government is out to get us’ way, but more in the sense that he’s hyper aware of the fact that any situation could go wrong at any moment, and acts accordingly.

Growing up, Nick had a reputation as being not the sharpest tool in the shed, and it’s not entirely unfounded. He doesn’t always think things through and has a lot of trouble getting ‘book smarts’ into his head, and as a result he used to be a fairly gullible person and still is to some extent, though it’s balanced by acquired habit of nervousness around people.

One exception to his general lack of warmth is his treatment of his ‘pets’ – he’s not repulsed by them at all, often picking a few favorites and doting on them like an old spinster with a house full of cats – though he’s not exactly beyond sending whole droves of the little guys to their deaths should an emergency require it.

Nick is still a fitness nut – his local gym is one of the few places he goes regularly outside his home, and he’s even got a small hive located in the vents. He also regularly practices his boxing talent, though he hasn’t had a fight since he came to Baybridge.

Nick was a very promising boxer before his abilities manifested, and he hasn’t lost his edge, making him very capable in a fist-fight. He’s also an excellent driver, as you pretty much have to be if you want to make a living driving a taxi in a big city.

As a person, Nick can be characterized almost by a staggering lack of ambition – if asked what he wanted from his life, he’d probably have trouble giving you a concrete answer besides ‘stay alive, make enough money to feed me and my pets and live quietly and undisturbed’.

Nick was born in a small town in Iowa, a sleepy, rural place where very little ever happened. Growing up, he was athletic, handsome, and friendly, three things that were the key to becoming the most popular kid in school. From a young age, his parents encouraged his talent and his passion for fighting into the (sort of) healthy outlet of boxing, and the young man quickly proved to be very good at it. He was happy, he had friends, he had a dream he wanted to pursue. Life was good.

He was 17 when his powers manifested. At first, he didn’t even know it was him doing it – his parent’s house, almost overnight, become home to a swarm of huge, terrifying insects that menaced his family and threatened to overtake his neighborhood. It was only after he realized that he could command them that what he was became apparent. The Saviors held a lot of sway in his town, and immediately he was shunned – he was a metahuman, after all, and a downright terrifying one at that. His grades slumped even further and his prospects of higher education quickly disappeared, and that was before the Verthaven disaster.

Anti-meta sentiment, especially among the community that had raised him, was at an all-time high. Nick continued to live in a small shack in the town he’d grown up in for several years, protected by a horde of his pets but often a target of violence by PURE extremists. One day he decided he’d had enough and ran away, drawn inevitably to a faraway city where others of his kind were congregating; Baybridge.

Since arriving in Baybridge, Nick has managed to get a job driving a taxi around the city as well as a truly shitty apartment in Edmonton’s Springtown, where he lives quietly with only his pets for company. Due to his background and the high potential threat-level of his powers to the civilian populace, DOVE has taken a special interest in him, and generally send a caseworker to visit him once a week to ‘make sure he’s holding up’, a nice way of saying ‘check that he’s not about to become a terrorist’.

Things are difficult between Nick and his parents, to say the least. Though they were a very loving family in his youth, a combination of meta-phobia and the stress of living with a horde of giant bugs ultimately resulted in their throwing him out of the house – they haven’t spoken since he came to Baybridge.

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Other

The cells of Nick’s skin contain dozens of miniscule eggs that are undetectable to the normal eye. When shed as dead skin, these eggs rapidly grow in size before hatching into a member of a unique species of insect. These insects live in colonies, breed explosively, eat just about anything edible, and come in four distinct types.


The insects respond to verbal commands from Nick, and have a limited ability to understand his intentions – they can’t read his mind, but they do understand metaphor and don’t carry out his orders completely literally.

He needs to be able to speak to the insects in order to command them – if they can’t hear him, they can’t do as he says. His powers also stop working within a range – once he leaves a five mile radius of a colony, the insects abandon all standing orders and become listless and idle, finally curling up and dying after 24 hours and quickly decomposing. They also need to eat, a lot – insects can only go one day without food, which, when there’s a lot of them, can be a real problem.

For starters, when left without orders the insects behave, essentially, like wild animals, protecting themselves and attacking anyone they perceive as a threat, and while they’ll never hurt him, the same can’t be said for anyone close to him. They’re also very fragile – a hard stomp will kill a worker or a soldier, while even a drone can be handled with a good swing from a tennis racket. Finally, they’re intensely vulnerable to fluctuations in temperature; intense cold makes them lethargic and slow, while they and all their structures are highly flammable. As a result, the insects are completely terrified of fire and refuse to go near it, a phobia that has somewhat rubbed off on Nick.

Male

25

6'2 ft

181

From outta town, but its staying in Oakdell Harbor in a nice hotel.

Black

Brown

Nigerian, Sudanese, Kenyan, & Egyptian

Malik is a spry, adventurous young man. He's physically fit, and has just has the look of someone who's been to a lot of different places. Not only is Malik obviously a foreigner, anyone can tell from his thick French Accent. Malik has a kind, easygoing look on his face, as he goes about his life. Like he's constantly having a good time. However, his body movements are always quick, and erratic, almost like he can't hold still, and has to constantly be on the move. Which doesn't imply he has a disorder. Almost like he's excited. Almost child-like.

Now, Malik is African - not African-American because he isn't an American citizen - but he's a man who was born in Africa with several different races flowing through his blood. He's Nigerian, Kenyan, Sudanese, and Egyptian - his father was a pureblooded Nigerian, while his mother brought the other races. So, Malik look a bit more Nigerian than the other nationalities, but they do alter his facial features a bit. He has rather squared facial features, consistent with Africans. Starting off, he has that African skullshape, and thick bones. He has a square-shaped face/head, that is a generally blocky. He has a strong jaw, and a rather blocky chin that almost looks disproportionate to his thick lips. Speaking of his lips, like other African people, he's got some pretty thick lips. However, his jaw blends into the rest of his face pretty well, actually. His jaw ends, where his medium-sized ears end. Which have a crescent shape. Malik's eyes have a roundish-almond shape, and are quite large and pronounced. Especially with his dark brown eyes. Malik's nose is droopy in shape, and is medium sized. Finally, Malik has an African accent whenever he speaks.

Malik's body shape is generally a bit stand out. Due to all the workout and exercise he gets, he's a fair bit muscular. He's got that runner's build from all the parkour he does, mostly it's in his legs because you get to see how built they are. He's still pretty skinny, I'd say he's lithe, and waif. Though, he's got a rather standout body shape. He's six-two feet tall, and that makes him a little easier to see in a crowd. He has a wide chest, and wide shoulders, along with some rather thick legs. Though, he still has a good build from all the exercising he does, you can see the abs growing on his torso area. He doesn't appear to have too much body-fat, and what little does pads his body.

Like it's been stated before, Malik is African. His dark-brown skintone is certainly a dead give away. He's pretty dark due to his Sudanese heritage, the fact that he spends a lot of time in the sun also helps. His skin... has a few scars on it. During his parkour training, he got injured a lot. He has a scar on his face, on his chin, from a time he hilarious fell face first on the ground and had to get surgery to fix his jaw. The surgical scar remains... and so does the shame. He also has a scar on his leg from the time he was running from a dog, and scraped his leg on the top of the fence he was escaping on. And the list of retarded injuries go on and on.

Finally, Malik's hair is a black color, and has an afro texture. He keeps it in a stylish low-mohawk fade. The hair on the sides is heavily faded.

Malik dresses fancily. Due to being a rich boy, he's got a lot of access to different kinds of clothes. When he wants to make an impression, and wow people, he comes in wearing an expensive suit. He loves a nice looking suit... but, he rarely wears them. Other times, he just dresses much more casually. He has a hip-hop inspired style, where he wears shirts with rap logos, and other urban details on it. Depending on whether or not he wants to stand out dictates his outfit. He'll go from something simple, to something much more fancy. However, if he wants to do parkour, he tends to dress loosely, and give himself lots of freedom of movement.

A kind and easygoing kind of guy.

Malik's a generally kind, and easy going kind of person. One who isn't afraid of interacting with other people, and doesn't have any prejudice. Which makes it easy for Malik to make friends with people. He's very loud, and stand out, and tends to attract attention to himself. Through his exaggerated and energetic body movements, and his loud speech. He has a smile on his face most of the time. Whenever he interacts with people, he definitely is laid back, and easy going. He often jokes, and tells stories of his many adventures throughout the world (Whether or not they're true is up to debate). He isn't the kind of person who gets worked up, or angry easily. He takes life through the easy route. Oddly enough, he keeps well composed at all times. He seemingly has a way with people, and tends to be quite charming. He just likes befriending people.

Though, he comes off as a bit goofy sometimes, bumbling at worst. Making careless mistakes, and often making a fool of himself at the worst possible moments. Along with his attitude, he tends to be ignored by other, more serious-minded, people as nothing more than background noise. That annoys him a bit, but it certainly doesn't cause. What doesn't help this goofy character trait is that he tends to say things that can be misinterpreted, and that causes him problems when more aggressive people confront him. When he has the best interests at heart.

When dealing with confrontation, the very first thing that Malik does is talk his way out of things. He doesn't like violence, or fighting people. Worst comes to worse, then Malik will just cut tail and run for it. Good luck catching him. Because, while he isn't too good at fighting, he's fast as hell. He prefers peace, but if he's left with little choice, then Malik will fight. He doesn't have any real fighting experience, other than a few confrontations he got into with other Metahumans. Malik doesn't like to fight women even less, but if he's forced to do it, then he has no choice but to.

Malik has a pretty solid moral compass. He has a good heart, and won't harm anyone innocent. Because his goal in life isn't to oppress, it's to simply enjoy it. That's why he'll always lend a helping hand to someone who needs it. Especially if it's a damsel in distress. That isn't to say he goes out of his way to look for people, but if he ever comes across someone in his travels that needs it, he'll be there. Though, he'll come at it in a less roundabout way.

Speaking of romance and sexuality, Malik is heterosexual, but he isn't particularly interested in sex. He can be swayed if he's attracted to someone enough, but he is more interested in romance than having sex with someone. Since Malik was always a guy that was about interpersonal connections, and friendship, than boning every female in sight. He is quite flirty, however, if he sees a girl that adheres to his brand of tastes. Though, he isn't persistence, or weird about it. If he's turned down, then, hell, he isn't going to lose his mind and murder someone. He'll take a kind lady's friendship if they'll give it to him, and keep it completely platonic.

If it comes down to it, Malik is incredibly determined once he's set on a goal, and won't give up on it even if people constantly shoot him down. In fact, that motivates him. This shows in his goal to find his missing friend, and how he dropped everything he was doing to get up and go find her. He'll keep looking for his goals, even if it seems absolutely hopeless. Yeah, he's that kind of guy.

Though, certain acts can certainly bring out the rage in Malik. A hotblooded passion that'll make him lose that nice guy attitude, and replace it with a fierce, vengeful side. However, while he's quite vengeful, he won't be ruthless.

Malik is a tourist at heart, and has a great love and appreciation for the world, and the many things within the world. He's been from one part of the world, to another. He's been in the Netherlands, to Germany, to Japan, to Dubai. He also has a lot of trinkets. He aspires to continue traveling the world after he's done with his personal mission to find his friend. Malik also has an affinity for technology, and social media. He has like a social media account on every single form (Instragram being his favorite). He fills these social media accounts with pictures from his adventures. He also has a few games on his phone - nothing like a system, since he's always on the move.

The one thing that Malik uses to wow people is his impressive parkour skills. Starting from when he was sixteen, Malik trained by some of the best in parkour, and that shows whenever he pulls off jaw dropping stunts. He has an impressive acrobatic array of tricks, and stunts that makes it trivial for him to climb up objects, and do flips. Though, in case he needs it, he'll only be using the practical stunts. Because of this, Malik is pretty quick on his feet, and can certainly haul ass if he needs it. The other major skill that Malik has is that he's multilingual. Because he's been traveling all over the world, it's only natural that he picks up a few languages. First, he's pretty damn good at speaking English because it's a major language spoken in Nigeria. He can also speak Arabic because of his times in Dubai. The other language he's really good at is French, because he's spent a lot of time there. He can also speak a little bit of Japanese, German, Swahili, Portuguese, and Spanish - but those are limited to phrases because his knowledge in those languages are awful.

Malik's main goal in Baybridge is find a close and personal friend of his that has gone missing within Baybridge. Eventually, he'll come to blows with the mysterious Founding Family, and join the battle against them. His other objective is to locate a Metahuman with a powerful enough healing ability to heal his father back to full health. No matter the cost.

Okay, I'll do this later.

Imamu Jakane - Father


Boipelo Jakane - Mother


Jaheem Jakane - Brother


Faraji Jakane - Brother


Jojo Jakane - Brother


Ekua Jakane - Sister

~TBA~

Elemental: Mimicry

Malik is the storm. He has the ability to shed his human form, and become living storm cloud. This cloud form takes the appearance of, well, a cloud that's shaped like Malik. It's white, and constantly flowing, and whenever Malik moves, the storm follows behind him in a trail that will disappear in a few seconds. Becoming a cloud gives Malik a few abilities that would be natural, such as changing his shape, and flight. Oddly enough, he is still tangible. He can still be touched, and touch other objects. However, that isn't the ability of subject. Since Malik is a storm cloud, he can essentially summon any phenomena from his body. Rain/snow, wind, hail, lightning, snow, fog, and a subconscious control over temperatures. Due to this ability, it's pretty much weather generation. This gives him a lot of abilities, offensively, and defensively. He can shoot rain from his body to extinguish a fire, summon a mighty wind from his body to knock over a foe, or shoot a mighty bolt of lightning from his hands. This form has a lot of capabilities, and whatnot due to the fluidness of being a storm elemental.

While in his human form, he also has a weaker form of weather manipulation. He can summon a small cloud in his area that he can control, and summon mini weather effects from. Such as rain, or electricity. He likes to have fun with this ability.

First, he doesn't exactly have control over weather effects like you'd expect. He can only summon them in various intensities, but not control them like an elemental type. Once it's out, he can't do anything with it - which means he can easily be overpowered by an elemental type dedicated in that element. His abilities also have a relatively short range, he can't throw weather effects a million feet away, but the most he can accomplish would be fifteen feet. He also has a hard time controlling his abilities, mostly directing them where he wants to go. For example, he can't shoot lightning at someone, but there's little guarantee he'll hit them directly. His power is much like blanketing an area with a weather effect, than one solid target. Also, he needs to be in his storm form to access the full capabilities of his power.

Whenever Malik goes into his storm form, he has a glowing hole in his chest that emanates a light like the eye of a storm. This "eye of the storm" serves as Malik's weakpoint. If he is struck in this area, then he will immediately be forced back into his human form, and will be rattled for a little bit. Once he shifts into storm form, his vision will also fade a little bit, and it'll be very hard for Malik to see objects from far away because his eyes will be covered in a "fog." Summoning weather effects also has detrimental effects on his body. Summoning water cools down his body, shooting lightning blinds him for a few seconds, and blows out his hearing for a few seconds, and wind makes it harder for Malik to breath.

Boban Bogdanovich Repka

January/Vorkutarmsman

Male

43

6'1''

242

White Coast, The Docks

Dark Brown

Hazel

Croatian

A brawny, solidly built man with powerful muscles all over his sturdy frame, even though they are somewhat concealed by certain amounts of fat. His powerful ape-like arms are noticeably longer than usual and his left hand lacks one-third of his middle finger. His head bears a moderately horrible scarring directly under the jaw and at the right temple, where shrapnel pierced and exited his head. Despite rarely smiling, the gaze of his deep-seated eyes has a kind and benevolent quality to it.

Boban mostly wears khaki - after the military service this color simply crawled into his brain and forced him to love it regardless of any previous opinion he held regarding it. Standard attire includes heavy jackboots, jumpsuit with a light kevlar vest underneath and, whenever the circumstances call for it(i.e. he feels like a vigilante), a harness with a gun, heavy stun baton and several pairs of extremely sturdy manacles.

Boban really likes living. After awakening from the coma he entered as a result of July Fiends attack when a piece of metal jammed itself in his head, and discovering within himself the awesome power that returned him his life, Boban rejoiced greatly. Despite his quite advanced age, he worked his way through the basic academy courses and set off into his freshly reacquired life with glee and joy. He is, by his nature, a nice person, though this fact sometimes goes unnoticed due to his temper. Despite his best attempts to control himself, Boban is quick to anger and is generally easily agitated - but just as quick to calm down and recognize his mistakes.

Weightlifting, literature, game of Tables, woodcarving.

During days in the Special Operations Battalion Boban participated in a couple of actual peacekeeping operations nd posesses all of the military skills ingrained into him during the training as well as brief but still existing firsthand experience of war and it's realities. After being quietly discharged after a most freakish off-duty drink-and-drive accident, Boban found further uses for his talents in a private military contractor company, participating in several conflicts around the globe and honing his warmaking skills before using his recently-acquired connections to quietly settle down in Baybridge, where he worked as an apprentice mechanic-repairman, in the process learning all the skills needed for the trade.

The biggest dream that reborn Boban has at the moment is to somehow enter the ranks of RAVEN, to which end he writes them letter after letter after letter and attempts to prove himself an exemplary Metahuman to the Baybridge community.

Was born in Croatia, couldn't manage to enter a university so he picked military service. There he proved himself a capable soldier and after some time managed to enter the ranks of SBR, from which he was later removed due to undisclosed failings. After a brief period of depression and several broken vows of sobriety, Boban found a new calling as a PMC. After many a successful tour of duty he made enough of a profit to quietly retire, picking Baybridge as a place to quietly live in. He even found himself a wife - a woman almost as ugly and brutish as he was, but they were kind to each other nevertheless - and have unsuccesfully tried for a child for several months before the Fiends' attack. There was a fire, an explosion, and then Boban has lost consciousness. With a shard of metal in his skull, he remained in coma in one of the city's hospitals for quite some time, but his sleep came to an end when after a district-wide blackout his life support failed. Moments before death, Boban's power has awakened and he flash-froze his ward (luckily empty at the time) and used the syphoned energy to expel the shard and heal the damage.
After this miraculous occasion, Boban resumed his life with glee, attempting to get the most ouf ot the second chance he has - after a brief period of celebration and making it through the basic Academy courses, he tries to put his powers to good use regardless of his less-than-perfect past.

Mother and father already passed away. He is dimly aware of the existence of his sister, who is some kinds of scientist in Russia, but does not care much save for an occasional letter. Death of his wife during the time he was in coma, however, struck him quite hard - he regularily visits her grave and gave an oath to not start any new relationships for at least a year in order to honor his darling girl Logan, God bless her soul, now she is unloading cargo ships in heaven.

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Super-System(Biological)/Elemental(Energy)

Boban's power is twofold in nature. His first power is the ability to syphon heat and energy from his enviroment at astonishing speeds - on a warm and sunny day, with his power being in effect, the temperature in the radius of about a dozen meters around him will fall below the zero in the matter of several seconds, to -60 after a minute and to -90 after two. Things that he touches directly tend to flash-freeze and often shatter in a spectacular fashion, as does blood of people he touches. Theoretically, there is no limit to how low the temperature may go and it might be that after ENOUGH time, January's power can bring it down to absolute zero, but the speed with which the energy is syphoned is proportionate to how low the current temperature is - it takes two minutes to go down to -90, but another ten to go below the hundred and several hours to reach the 120 mark in the radius of several meters around - and after that Boban can hardly maintain the power for much longer even in the most appropriate conditions.
The second half of his power is the ability to absorb and redistribute the great amounts of heat in order to buff himself through some crude form of biomancy - amounts of energy spent are incredibly vast, but the returns quickly diminish. After a minute or so of activity, Boban's body almost ceases to age, swells with vital power and it's physical capabilities peak out at the marks slightly shy of superhuman. Afterwards, all of the excess energy is stored within January's body through unknown means, rising his bodily temperature to roughly 70 degrees celsius and protecting him from both death from overheating and the freezing effects of his powers - and then, Boban may expend it for further improvements to his abilities, providing himself with powerful regenerative capabilities and short bursts of superstrength, speed and stamina - they last for roughly ten or twenty seconds, but activate almost reflexively and without any actual concentration. When Boban strikes a blow, his body pulses great heat and the power of his punch is multiplied, when a blade or a bullet touch his flesh, it expels another wave of vented enery and his tissues harden to protect him.

One of the greatest problems Boban faces is collateral damage. His power is quite potent, but it requires external source of energy to work - after standing in one place for a short while when actively using his "biomancy" Boban expends most of the energy of that location and his powers, quickly wane - so he has to alwas continue moving into warmer locations in order to siphon heat from them in order to keep functioning at a superhuman level, possibly risking greatly damaging property or people that got accidentaly caught in his immediate zone of influence. In his tread, asphalt covers with anicy carapace, water and even gasoline inside of cars freeze solid, air burns the mouth and eyes with horrible cold, glass freezes and shatters, thick hoarfrost covers the walls.
Another weakness his power has is that it is always, always active, if on a very low level. Temperature literally drops when January enters a room, even though not as drastically as when he uses it consciously. Boban himself is always warm, pink and blushing with health, but his touch is startlingly cold and draws heat from others and peoples' breath is always visible in the air when they speak near January. He can't even hold a drink in his hand for more than ten minutes without it freezing. He always has his beer frosty though, so it's not all bad.