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[center][sub][color=#FF4040]"My friends call me Chuck!"[/color][/sub][/center]

[color=#FFD700][b]Name:[/b][/color]
[color=#FF4040]Chuck Whippoorwill[/color]

[color=#FFD700][b]Alias:[/b][/color]
[color=#FF4040]Glutton[/color]

[color=#FFD700][b]Alignment:[/b][/color]
[color=#FF4040]Uh, hero. Yeah, definitely a hero. Right?[/color]

[color=#FFD700][b]Powers/Abilities:[/b][/color]
[color=#FFD700][i]The Hunger:[/i][/color] [color=#FF4040]Chuck possesses meaningfully enhanced speed and strength over that of the average human, but his biggest asset is his enlarged maw of sharpened teeth. So far, there’s nothing they can’t bite through with a little bit of effort. Flesh, steel, even souls themselves.[/color]

[color=#FFD700][i]Resilience and Regeneration:[/i][/color] [color=#FF4040]Chuck has a sturdy, pain-tolerant body that goes a bit beyond the typical enhanced resistance that so many metahumans seem to have. Most significant is his healing factor, which is augmented by the spilling of blood or consumption of souls.[/color] 

[color=#FFD700][i]Demonic Casting:[/i][/color] [color=#FF4040]Chuck isn’t very good at this, but when he absorbed the powers of a demon, he also absorbed its accumulated knowledge. He can sense mystical energies, and with enough time and focus, occasionally pull off magical rituals. The only “spell” he can reliably perform is teleportation. Distance to be traveled and the amount of passengers can modify the spell from a rapid blip several feet forward to a ten or more minute long process to invoke a strong enough portal to carry himself and others many miles away. Honestly the whole thing is a crapshoot. Especially if he doesn’t know exactly where he’s going.[/color]

[color=#FFD700][b]Weaknesses:[/b][/color]
[color=#FFD700][i]I Can Take It!:[/i][/color] [color=#FF4040]Chuck is strong and a good fighter. Chuck is also an idiot. He is reckless and prone to pushing his limits further than he should. In winning a battle he often risks setting himself up for future failure, with no lessons learned. Why play it safe when his regeneration is “theoretically” limitless?[/color]

[color=#FFD700][i]Rumbling Stomach:[/i][/color] [color=#FF4040]Chuck needs to eat. A lot. His healing factor is directly proportional to how well fed he is, whether that be blood, souls, or cheese burgers. If in a position to starve, he might rather try to eat himself or his allies as the latent instincts of the demon take control.[/color]

[color=#FFD700][b]Personality:[/b][/color]
[color=#FF4040]Chuck’s mind is splintered. Impulsive and excitable, his transformation gave him clarity in only a single aspect of his life: it is better to define yourself in opposition to villains than in alliance with them. This is the only creed Chuck knows how to follow. All understanding of proportionality that he might have is skewed by an alien sense of right and wrong, a parting gift from the demonic intelligence that he subsumed into his own being. Gangsters and wannabe muggers might have their souls sucked and their flesh devoured, while something as benign as jaywalking is met with bullying and mental torture until the “criminal” is in hysterics.

And Chuck sees nothing wrong with this. He’s just having fun, after all. And he’s a hero! Heroes always do the right thing, ergo so does Chuck. It’s really very simple.

Witty sarcasm aside, there is more than mania and madness to the man behind the demon. He craves friendship and connection, even if he’s not very good at getting those things, and he’s fiercely protective of children, even if he’s terrifying to most of them. The desire to be good… to be better than he was in a previous life, is very real.[/color] 

[color=#FFD700][b]Background:[/b][/color]
[hider=All Those Hot Dog Eating Contests Paid Off!][color=#FF4040]To this day Chuck doesn’t know the details of what demon god he ate or whether that’s going to be a problem for him in the future. His life wasn’t too pleasant leading up to that point, all things considered. 

Well, you know how it goes by now. Junkie parents. Bouncing around the foster system. Runaway teen joins a gang. Pipeline to a life of crime. Same sob story told a thousand different times by a thousand different saps. Skip forward and Chuck is an enforcer for a big time crime boss in Ironclad. Nasty guy by the name of Sylvester Koth, deals in drugs and sometimes people too. Well, Mr. Koth ends up not too happy with Chuck on account of his ass getting beat by some masked vigilante and the subsequent seizure of the stash Chuck was guarding by the police. Honestly getting knocked around by wannabe heroes is part of the job as far as Chuck was concerned. An occupational hazard, if you will.

So when Mr. Koth sold him to some weird cult that wanted to use him as the vessel for a demonic god, it seemed like an overreaction. While completely in character for a human trafficker to not value his own workforce, it still hurt his feelings. 

Right. Well, there’s not a simple way to explain how this next part went down. A lot of weird chanting and dark oaths and mystical nonsense happened as a tear in reality formed over Chuck’s restrained form. Something… dark seeped out of the portal and into Chuck. His body was changing, his mind was splintering, and this piece of crap was trying to take away everything that he was. Sure, he wasn’t much. A screw-up. A criminal. A loser with a pit in his chest where most people had a heart. 

But did it always have to be that way? Was this the story he had written for himself? Five panels of pain and panic on page one of a comic book before the real villain is introduced with a full page splash art? 

No. 

So as the demon ate him piece by piece, Chuck opened his metaphysical jaws even wider and… ate it instead. One bite. Chew. Swallow. 

He doesn’t remember much of that night. Just flashes of… euphoria. And maniacal rage. Flickering images of terrified faces, the taste of copper on his tongue, the sounds of bones crunching. Collapsing in a pool of blood that wasn’t his own. When he awoke… he was changed. And all the cultists were dead. 

And that’s the story of how Chuck gained the powers of a demon god by simply being hungrier than it. His new lease on life led him to destroy the crime ring that he once worked for, and personally deliver the severed head of Sylvester Koth to the Ironclad Police Department in a ribbon wrapped box. 

Since then, the name Glutton has been cause for concern among villains and heroes alike. For the former, they are his favorite meal, after all. As for the latter group, it’s true to say that working with Glutton is usually safer than ignoring him or working against him. But that means teaming up, and, well, he’s kind of annoying.

Yet here he is! Ready to save the world and see his name in lights! Justice is here... and its hungry. Let's fucking go.
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[color=#FFD700][b]Appearance:[/b][/color]
[color=#FF4040]Chuck is six solid feet of muscle, teeth, and hunger. His oversized red eyes give away from the drop that something extranormal is going on with him, if the nearly nonexistent nose, permanently grinning toothy maw, and mottled black and brown skin don't make it obvious first.

He wears a tattered, slightly patchwork yellow coat lined with fur that might have been luxurious once. The only other item of note is the blue scarf around his neck.[/color]

[color=#FFD700][b]Affiliations:[/b][/color]
[color=#FF4040]Literally anyone that would ask. He’s not desperate, per se. But, you know. Maybe a little desperate.[/color]

[color=#FFD700][b]Motivations:[/b][/color]
[color=#FF4040]Ambition, maybe? He wants to be more than a villain’s goon. Then again… hunger and entertainment are also strong contenders for why he does what he does. Plus being a superhero, which he definitely is, is fun![/color]

[color=#FFD700][b]Relationships:[/b][/color]
[color=#FF4040][b]Fiancé:[/b] He had a fiancé a million years ago, a nice lady named Tracey. The first thing he did after escaping the cult was break things off with her. It seemed like the right thing to do.[/color]

[color=#d5002d][b]Fae Valentine:[/b][/color] [color=#FF4040]One of the few people that seems to do more than put up with Chuck, and actually like when he's around. Something about her struggles feels familiar within himself. That being said, the pair have become fast friends since meeting. He even likes Bloodlust! Why wouldn't he? He's stronger than her, half of her powers don't even work on him, and she always seems overjoyed to see him! The way she calls him a mindless, subhuman garbage disposal is classic best friend banter. Oh, and she's a bad guy too. That means he can punch her whenever she's around. You know, until she starts acting normal again. Chuck isn't entirely sold on Fae and Bloodlust not just being the exact same person but he'll play along for now. Either way they both clearly need a friend.[/color]

[b][color=f7941d]Draven:[/color][/b] [color=#FF4040]Draven honestly confuses Chuck. Guy heroically defeats a supervillain, [i]only[/i] destroys an entire district, and suddenly he quits the super hero gig? Blaze, as Chuck almost exclusively refers to him as, was one of the coolest heroes out there. Accidental pun! Nice. He's convinced all Draven needs to abandon his "I'm a villain but mostly just depressed" routine is a team-up with the only other super hero out there (other than Chuck of course) capable of matching his energy. That's right. Sir Arcticus. Together, the three of them could be the greatest crime fighting team in history. So far, Draven tries to incinerate him every time he comes around, but he thinks he's making progress.[/color]

[color=#FFD700][b]Base of Operations:[/b][/color]
[color=#FF4040]A cheap motel room in small town America ran by a guy named Barry that’s very good at not asking questions.[/color]

[color=#FFD700][b]Signature Gear:[/b][/color]
[color=#FF4040]Mystical spell books that he swears he’ll get around to studying one day, a stash of plasma weaponry he confiscated off of a very dead supervillain formerly known as Element Four, and his pair of cestus, which don’t do much for his already powerful punches but definitely look cool.[/color]

[color=#FFD700][b]Public Perception:[/b][/color]
[color=#FF4040]Glutton is frighteningly effective when he’s able to sink his teeth into something, and has no qualms going after those corrupt business types that get accused of obvious crimes but never wind up officially convicted. He can be something of a folk hero among those that don’t deride his particular brand of justice, but is seen by most as a public nuisance. Perhaps the average citizen would praise him more if he wasn’t so likely to drag you out of your car and beat the shit out of you for driving with a busted taillight. That sort of thing has only happened once or twice but hey word gets around.[/color]

[color=#FFD700][b]Combat Style:[/b][/color]
[color=#FF4040]Fast, aggressive and chaotic, Glutton’s combat style is all about dealing out as much punishment as possible while soaking up damage done to him in kind. In theory, he has his magic for situations that he can’t just punch his way out of, but in practice the most versatile tool in his kit is sorely underused. [/color]
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