Name: Godfrey Griffin
Codename: "I am commiting no crime, only criminals hide their faces and names."
Theme:
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Place of Birth: Burgersdorp, South Africa (Yes, it is in fact a real place.)
Affiliations: Burgersdorp Police Department (Ex police)
Occupation: Retired officer of the law, current vigilante, hobbyist in knitting and sewing.
Appearance: Godfrey is a borderline obese man. Heavyset and imposing in stature, Godfrey's got unhealthy eating habits. Now, he's not morbidly fat, but he's got some clearly defined chub on his gut. Cleanly shaven, everywhere, including his head. He is bald, not by choice, actually, he started going bald early. Real early. Now, about his height. While he's not extraordinary in any regard, he's a bit above average height. At 6'1". His skin is incredibly dark, about as dark as Akon. (Pretty much the best skin color reference I can find.)
Draped over his body is a loose fitting silk poncho, laced with gold trim. The poncho is very simple, just a circle of cloth over his body with a hole cut in the top for his head. On his head is a simple cap made from the same material, it too is laced in gold trim.
Beyond that he wears simple three piece suits and nice dress shoes. This outfit is no costume, this is a professional uniform. Why a uniform? To give an air of professionalism to his vigilantism.
His left hand does not have a pinkie finger, the scar that begins at the pinkie finger runs up his arm up to his elbow. It is a deep and grizzly scar that disfigures his entire arm, it is from a violent struggle with a sword user's blade. Instead of risking his life, he sacrificed his arm and hand to disarm him. The scar is covered mostly by his suit. He wears white silken gloves to cover up his hand, the left glove has three fingers to make it look more natural.
Over the ring finger on his left hand he wears an ornate golden ring. No gems, just a carving of a leopard's head.
Powers:
Flight: The first of his three powers gifted to him by the Awakening. Like many supers around the world he has the power of flight. He's not the fastest flying being in the world, however, he is quite proficient at omnidirectional navigation. His top speed is about 60 mph.
Enhanced Durability: There's nothing really remarkable about his physical durability, his skin is about as durable as bronze armor. Steel blades, energy blasts, and firearms are still quite deadly to him. Though he is resistant to them now. Particularly sharp blades have proven themselves disfiguring against his flesh, especially when their strikes are enhanced by super strength. Another thing to note, his bones are roughly as strong as iron.
Enhanced Strength: With enhanced flesh and bone, he can lift much more than he could previously. Effectively tripling his strength, able to lift about 600 lbs over his head and throw it a few yards.
Orbital Generation: Godfrey can produce floating orbitals that appear to be, at first glance, Spheres. However, upon closer inspection, they are in fact, 500 sided 3d figures. They are made of a strange semi-transparent crystaline material that is some form of hard energy. These orbs levitate around his body and are controlled by his will. They can travel at the speed of thought. (Roughly 220 mph.)
Innitial production is immediate, and he can form 5 orbitals around his body. Over the course of a minute he can produce another 5 orbitals. The speed of the production is not reliant on his stamina or mental state, as long as the intent to project is there, the orbitals will form. These newly formed orbitals can be moved through the air to any position that he wishes to place them. Allowing for maximum coverage with minimal production.
Projectile Platforms: Each and every orbital that he produces is a platform for high powered concussive kinetic energy bolts. These are effectively bullets made from pure energy. These rounds fire at roughly the same speed as a low caliber bullet. (600mph) This generates enough friction to cause superficial partial thickness second degree burns. With enough force to throw a grown man, roughly 200lbs, around 5 feet backwards. These are nonlethal, however, incredibly painful and effective. These projectiles can be fired at 3 rounds per second.
Skills:
Police Arms training: Proficient with all manner of standard firearm. Pistols, revolvers, rifles, and shotguns.
Self Taught one handed swordplay: Heavy internet research on the topic of utilizing curved swords with one hand. Unprofessional, yet still quite dangerous when armed.
Police Martial training: A combination of Judo techniques and standard Aikido techniques. Used to take down armed opponents and keep them down without actually harming them.
Equipment/Resources:
Vektor Z88 Pistol: A standard firearm, used only in the most dire emergencies. This is his side arm from his police service, he keeps it on his hip in case he cannot subdue his foe without severely wounding or killing them. The holster is on his right hand side.
German Hunting Blade: A kind of german falchion, around three feet long and softly curved. Ever since his encounter with another vigilante who weilded a japanese odachi.(They claimed it was a katana, despite the shape difference.) The frequency of sword using superhumans is staggering, so to defend himself in the event of another encounter with a sword user he carries one on his hip. Opposite his sidearm.
Weaknesses:
Left Arm: From an encounter with another vigilante with a cruel sense of justice, his left arm is grossly mangled from hand to elbow. His left arm is worthless in combat, though it can still be used for menial tasks.
Psychological Profile: Not what one would consider a standard issue hero, Godfrey is an ex police officer who retired only to serve and protect the innocent more efficiently than he was before. By any means necessary he does his best to police those who would abuse the powers granted to them to befoul the world. Most people in this mindset would take the "Holier than thou" personality type, but Godfrey doesn't see himself above any other. He doesn't see himself above the law, above men, or even criminals. He is a just and kind man with all intention to do the right thing, no matter the cost.
Biography: Born in a small town just off of Burgersdorp, Godfrey was nobody special. He had no great tragedy in his life, no big sad moment that changed him forever. Godfrey's father was a cop, not a special cop, not even a great man. Maurice Griffin was your average every day officer of the law, a good cop through and through. Much like his son would in the future, Maurice hated corrupt cops. And moved on from law enforcement to Internal Affairs.
Following in his father's footsteps, Godfrey went straight to the police academy out of high school. Shot through the academy and was an officer before he was 24. And he served active duty until the awakening of course. Like everyone else here, he was subjected to changes from the Awakening too. However, he didn't notice until a week and a half later.
During a shootout with a pair of bank robbers who had taken the people inside hostage, Godfrey was on the recieving end of a stray bullet. The bullet, however, did not penetrate through his body. It struck him in the shoulder and broke the skin, it caused little more than a superficial wound.
It became clear shortly afterwards that he was a bit tougher than he used to be, the wound was tended to by a doctor. The doctor reported breaking three sutures trying to stich it shut.
The projectile spheres came later, when he was out on a fishing trip. He had just snagged a big fish, at least ten pounds, and was pulling it up onto the boat when the line snapped. In a desperate attempt to catch the fish he ran towards the front of the boat and thrust out his hand, before his hand formed five little shapes of white.
After that strange experience he started experimenting, found out he could move them around with just a thought, could make them fire off shots that put more than a few holes in his apartment. That cost quite a bit of money to repair, and a long explanation to the supervisor.
Two months of practice, about 50 dollars worth of cloth and lace, and a bit of travel expenses. Godfrey left his home to a country where he had heard scarce rumors of other beings who had gained abilities like him.
Upon arrival he was met with a rough skirmish between two rival 'factions' of superbeings. One apparently holding some girl hostage, the other trying to get her back. Godfrey stepped in, assisted in defeating the apparently evil group. And what did he get for his thanks?
The leader began berating him, screaming at him. Apparently infuriated by the fact that this newcomer in a simple outfit with no want for violence had decided to help him. The rest of his group disengaged, took the girl back to what could be called a base.
What followed has left Godfrey paranoid of other Supers, what followed has left Godfrey scarred.
The leader withdrew a blade, calling it a katana, his sword of justice. Or some other quote along those lines. His body wrapped in a black whipping essence, and he unleashed hell upon Godfrey. Swinging his blade madly towards the evidently weaker hero, Godfrey raised his hand and caught the blade. The blade ripped his hand open, but he refused to let go. If he let go he would be run through or cut to ribbons.
With a twist of his arm and a vicious howl he pulled the blade from his hand and struck again, Godfrey raised his already wounded arm up to defend himself once more. Catching the blade again, watching his pinkie fall to the ground. Severed from his hand. His arm was in mangles, and though he did not wish to harm this man he had no choice. Godfrey created all five spheres point blank into the sword weilder's chest.
He fired. A sickening crack boomed as every one of his ribs was shattered by the impact. He was sent flying, his sword shredded Godfrey's arm even further as it was pulled away. Godfrey took off running, leaping into the air and trying to escape as quickly as possible. He was losing a lot of blood.
He passed out a quarter mile away, crashing into the ground in front of a police officer's speed checking post.
When he awoke he was in the hospital, his arm wrapped in gauze. He could barely feel it.
After a long explanation to everyone there, a court case, and a fine for disorderly conduct, Godfrey went on his way once again.
When the gauze was removed he saw just how badly his arm was damaged in the fray, it was grossly twisted. The doctors did what they could to maintain functionality, but in the process they had left it lumpy and uneven. His pinkie was gone, he had left it on the ground when he ran.
He took up odd jobs occasionally, did a bit of bounty hunting, got a good deal of money in a bank account to pay for his expenses.
After everything was paid off, and Godfrey had moved on from the incident, he found a website where he could order a blade. Forged by a modern blacksmith to be as efficient as the blades from olden times. Looking down at his arm he knew that he would need some way to protect himself from other superhumans with twisted senses of justice.
It wasn't until after the League was formed that he heard of it, and when news struck his ears he grinned from ear to ear. A place where he could prove to be useful.
Codename: "I am commiting no crime, only criminals hide their faces and names."
Theme:
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Place of Birth: Burgersdorp, South Africa (Yes, it is in fact a real place.)
Affiliations: Burgersdorp Police Department (Ex police)
Occupation: Retired officer of the law, current vigilante, hobbyist in knitting and sewing.
Appearance: Godfrey is a borderline obese man. Heavyset and imposing in stature, Godfrey's got unhealthy eating habits. Now, he's not morbidly fat, but he's got some clearly defined chub on his gut. Cleanly shaven, everywhere, including his head. He is bald, not by choice, actually, he started going bald early. Real early. Now, about his height. While he's not extraordinary in any regard, he's a bit above average height. At 6'1". His skin is incredibly dark, about as dark as Akon. (Pretty much the best skin color reference I can find.)
Draped over his body is a loose fitting silk poncho, laced with gold trim. The poncho is very simple, just a circle of cloth over his body with a hole cut in the top for his head. On his head is a simple cap made from the same material, it too is laced in gold trim.
Beyond that he wears simple three piece suits and nice dress shoes. This outfit is no costume, this is a professional uniform. Why a uniform? To give an air of professionalism to his vigilantism.
His left hand does not have a pinkie finger, the scar that begins at the pinkie finger runs up his arm up to his elbow. It is a deep and grizzly scar that disfigures his entire arm, it is from a violent struggle with a sword user's blade. Instead of risking his life, he sacrificed his arm and hand to disarm him. The scar is covered mostly by his suit. He wears white silken gloves to cover up his hand, the left glove has three fingers to make it look more natural.
Over the ring finger on his left hand he wears an ornate golden ring. No gems, just a carving of a leopard's head.
Powers:
Flight: The first of his three powers gifted to him by the Awakening. Like many supers around the world he has the power of flight. He's not the fastest flying being in the world, however, he is quite proficient at omnidirectional navigation. His top speed is about 60 mph.
Enhanced Durability: There's nothing really remarkable about his physical durability, his skin is about as durable as bronze armor. Steel blades, energy blasts, and firearms are still quite deadly to him. Though he is resistant to them now. Particularly sharp blades have proven themselves disfiguring against his flesh, especially when their strikes are enhanced by super strength. Another thing to note, his bones are roughly as strong as iron.
Enhanced Strength: With enhanced flesh and bone, he can lift much more than he could previously. Effectively tripling his strength, able to lift about 600 lbs over his head and throw it a few yards.
Orbital Generation: Godfrey can produce floating orbitals that appear to be, at first glance, Spheres. However, upon closer inspection, they are in fact, 500 sided 3d figures. They are made of a strange semi-transparent crystaline material that is some form of hard energy. These orbs levitate around his body and are controlled by his will. They can travel at the speed of thought. (Roughly 220 mph.)
Innitial production is immediate, and he can form 5 orbitals around his body. Over the course of a minute he can produce another 5 orbitals. The speed of the production is not reliant on his stamina or mental state, as long as the intent to project is there, the orbitals will form. These newly formed orbitals can be moved through the air to any position that he wishes to place them. Allowing for maximum coverage with minimal production.
Projectile Platforms: Each and every orbital that he produces is a platform for high powered concussive kinetic energy bolts. These are effectively bullets made from pure energy. These rounds fire at roughly the same speed as a low caliber bullet. (600mph) This generates enough friction to cause superficial partial thickness second degree burns. With enough force to throw a grown man, roughly 200lbs, around 5 feet backwards. These are nonlethal, however, incredibly painful and effective. These projectiles can be fired at 3 rounds per second.
Skills:
Police Arms training: Proficient with all manner of standard firearm. Pistols, revolvers, rifles, and shotguns.
Self Taught one handed swordplay: Heavy internet research on the topic of utilizing curved swords with one hand. Unprofessional, yet still quite dangerous when armed.
Police Martial training: A combination of Judo techniques and standard Aikido techniques. Used to take down armed opponents and keep them down without actually harming them.
Equipment/Resources:
Vektor Z88 Pistol: A standard firearm, used only in the most dire emergencies. This is his side arm from his police service, he keeps it on his hip in case he cannot subdue his foe without severely wounding or killing them. The holster is on his right hand side.
German Hunting Blade: A kind of german falchion, around three feet long and softly curved. Ever since his encounter with another vigilante who weilded a japanese odachi.(They claimed it was a katana, despite the shape difference.) The frequency of sword using superhumans is staggering, so to defend himself in the event of another encounter with a sword user he carries one on his hip. Opposite his sidearm.
Weaknesses:
Left Arm: From an encounter with another vigilante with a cruel sense of justice, his left arm is grossly mangled from hand to elbow. His left arm is worthless in combat, though it can still be used for menial tasks.
Psychological Profile: Not what one would consider a standard issue hero, Godfrey is an ex police officer who retired only to serve and protect the innocent more efficiently than he was before. By any means necessary he does his best to police those who would abuse the powers granted to them to befoul the world. Most people in this mindset would take the "Holier than thou" personality type, but Godfrey doesn't see himself above any other. He doesn't see himself above the law, above men, or even criminals. He is a just and kind man with all intention to do the right thing, no matter the cost.
Biography: Born in a small town just off of Burgersdorp, Godfrey was nobody special. He had no great tragedy in his life, no big sad moment that changed him forever. Godfrey's father was a cop, not a special cop, not even a great man. Maurice Griffin was your average every day officer of the law, a good cop through and through. Much like his son would in the future, Maurice hated corrupt cops. And moved on from law enforcement to Internal Affairs.
Following in his father's footsteps, Godfrey went straight to the police academy out of high school. Shot through the academy and was an officer before he was 24. And he served active duty until the awakening of course. Like everyone else here, he was subjected to changes from the Awakening too. However, he didn't notice until a week and a half later.
During a shootout with a pair of bank robbers who had taken the people inside hostage, Godfrey was on the recieving end of a stray bullet. The bullet, however, did not penetrate through his body. It struck him in the shoulder and broke the skin, it caused little more than a superficial wound.
It became clear shortly afterwards that he was a bit tougher than he used to be, the wound was tended to by a doctor. The doctor reported breaking three sutures trying to stich it shut.
The projectile spheres came later, when he was out on a fishing trip. He had just snagged a big fish, at least ten pounds, and was pulling it up onto the boat when the line snapped. In a desperate attempt to catch the fish he ran towards the front of the boat and thrust out his hand, before his hand formed five little shapes of white.
After that strange experience he started experimenting, found out he could move them around with just a thought, could make them fire off shots that put more than a few holes in his apartment. That cost quite a bit of money to repair, and a long explanation to the supervisor.
Two months of practice, about 50 dollars worth of cloth and lace, and a bit of travel expenses. Godfrey left his home to a country where he had heard scarce rumors of other beings who had gained abilities like him.
Upon arrival he was met with a rough skirmish between two rival 'factions' of superbeings. One apparently holding some girl hostage, the other trying to get her back. Godfrey stepped in, assisted in defeating the apparently evil group. And what did he get for his thanks?
The leader began berating him, screaming at him. Apparently infuriated by the fact that this newcomer in a simple outfit with no want for violence had decided to help him. The rest of his group disengaged, took the girl back to what could be called a base.
What followed has left Godfrey paranoid of other Supers, what followed has left Godfrey scarred.
The leader withdrew a blade, calling it a katana, his sword of justice. Or some other quote along those lines. His body wrapped in a black whipping essence, and he unleashed hell upon Godfrey. Swinging his blade madly towards the evidently weaker hero, Godfrey raised his hand and caught the blade. The blade ripped his hand open, but he refused to let go. If he let go he would be run through or cut to ribbons.
With a twist of his arm and a vicious howl he pulled the blade from his hand and struck again, Godfrey raised his already wounded arm up to defend himself once more. Catching the blade again, watching his pinkie fall to the ground. Severed from his hand. His arm was in mangles, and though he did not wish to harm this man he had no choice. Godfrey created all five spheres point blank into the sword weilder's chest.
He fired. A sickening crack boomed as every one of his ribs was shattered by the impact. He was sent flying, his sword shredded Godfrey's arm even further as it was pulled away. Godfrey took off running, leaping into the air and trying to escape as quickly as possible. He was losing a lot of blood.
He passed out a quarter mile away, crashing into the ground in front of a police officer's speed checking post.
When he awoke he was in the hospital, his arm wrapped in gauze. He could barely feel it.
After a long explanation to everyone there, a court case, and a fine for disorderly conduct, Godfrey went on his way once again.
When the gauze was removed he saw just how badly his arm was damaged in the fray, it was grossly twisted. The doctors did what they could to maintain functionality, but in the process they had left it lumpy and uneven. His pinkie was gone, he had left it on the ground when he ran.
He took up odd jobs occasionally, did a bit of bounty hunting, got a good deal of money in a bank account to pay for his expenses.
After everything was paid off, and Godfrey had moved on from the incident, he found a website where he could order a blade. Forged by a modern blacksmith to be as efficient as the blades from olden times. Looking down at his arm he knew that he would need some way to protect himself from other superhumans with twisted senses of justice.
It wasn't until after the League was formed that he heard of it, and when news struck his ears he grinned from ear to ear. A place where he could prove to be useful.
