A Lowly Wretch

When the Sky Broke... [OPEN WORLD SUPERHUMAN ROLEPLAY] [IC NOW OPEN, APPLICATIONS STILL OPEN]

They are treated like caged, dangerous animals, exiled to a blasted hellscape with no running water, electricity, or even sewers, and unless someone has the superpower of "Generate Cake," are likely scraping a life of disease and famine from land blighted by a year's worth of conflict.

@Naril

Funny you should mention that. While my character cannot generate cakes his power will allow him to turn fetid water into pristine drinkable water and other things including but not limited to: Alcohol, Soda, Gasoline, Oil, Morphine, Bleach, industrial grade acid and much more.

As such I'm writing him up to be a sort of "Trade Prince", running his own organization out of the tradezone to give people what they need for sweet sweet money and other goods which he sells back to those who need it.

When the Sky Broke... [OPEN WORLD SUPERHUMAN ROLEPLAY] [IC NOW OPEN, APPLICATIONS STILL OPEN]

Glad to see more of the world. I've got another question while we await the character sheet's creation.

What's the word on NPC's? Naturally I'd be glad if I could get a surplus of characters for the business my guy is going to be running but odds are I'll have to imagine forth several employees that work for him in order to make his establishment feasible. Are we allowed to create our own NPC's without necessarily having character sheets for each one?

Edit: I see the character sheet's framework over in the characters tab. I suppose I can get to writing up my guy.

When the Sky Broke... [INTEREST CHECK] [OPEN WORLD SUPERHUMAN ROLEPLAY]

@Puffhead - Wonderful! With those questions answered until more comes to surface I suppose I must simply wait until either progress or more questions arise then.

When the Sky Broke... [INTEREST CHECK] [OPEN WORLD SUPERHUMAN ROLEPLAY]

@Puffhead - Excellent.

Firstly, would the ability to turn fluids into other fluids count under the Russian rift or the British?

Secondly, are there pre-selected character sheets? If so is anything other than pure text required?

When the Sky Broke... [INTEREST CHECK] [OPEN WORLD SUPERHUMAN ROLEPLAY]

I find this roleplay promising. I do have some questions but otherwise you can count me interested.

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Grendel

Full Name: Grendel.

Nicknames/Aliases: Wendle Dendle.

Age: Rather old. He appears 34 in his human form.

Gender: Male.

Powers:

- He is inhumanly strong, capable of crushing steel in his grip and throwing around things several times heavier than his full weight.

- Can possess powerful claws at the ends of his fingers which can rend both armor and flesh alike.

- His skin is capable of repelling most forms of human weaponry. This is due to his skin's ability to resist nearly all forms of piercing and slashing damage as it does not tear for nearly any weapon.

- Grendel's blood is a potent acid, capable of melting down steel in seconds. As a result he's also immune to all but the most potent acids.

- While most of his senses are fairly keen his sense of hearing outshines his other senses to a vast degree. It's so precise he could pick up the pitter-patter of a mouse's paws from nearly half a mile away.

- He possesses the ability to regenerate, even in states most would consider thoroughly dead. While his regeneration is quick compared to a human it's not terrifyingly fast. What it is however is persistent. He will continue to regenerate from the largest remaining section of his form. In addition he cannot fall sick nor suffer the effects of either poison and venom. The only means of halting his regeneration is either through fire or some forms of magic. If damaged by fire the wounds inflicted by it will heal at a rate which is normal for a living creature his size and only in a way that it would be healed from by normal human beings.

Description:

Human Form - He's large even in his more human form. Standing at six feet and six inches tall he weighs an easy four hundred pounds, all muscle. His physique is rather ropy, not ripped like many would expect someone of his size and weight to be with all that muscle. He's got a rather gangly build with his long legs and arms, all ending in proportionately large hands and feet as well. His hands are somewhat thick but with long enough fingers to off-set it's meatiness. He tends to stand hunched forward, making him seem smaller but only by so much. After all, a guy his size has trouble coming off as anything but large.

His hair is a scraggly mop of greyish-black, all rather tangled and wiry from lack of maintenance. He's got something of a strong jaw and a near perpetual scowl on his rather ugly face. The curved and pointed nose along with his prominent brow don't help his brutish image much either. His skin is pale like an oyster and rather clammy to boot.

He tends to dress in earthy tones, favoring clothing that helps de-emphasize his presence. His common apparel is a pair of brown workman's overalls along with an off-white shirt and dark green tie. To top it off he wears a somewhat outdated brown street cap and a pair of worn out brown boots which even despite being the largest size he could find were still a bit small on his feet.

Grendel Form - In this state he's far more monstrous than before. He's twice as tall and between two to three thousand pounds. His head alone is so heavy it would need four fully grown warriors to carry it. His skin dulls into a darker shade of grey, becoming even tougher and more leathery. His already sharp teeth grow twice as long, his jaw elongating to fit them. His hands develop long semi-curved claws at the ends of his fingers, each one with long scaly looking skin running all the way up to the knuckles. At the very least in this form his mop of hair doesn't really change.

Personality:

To sum him up briefly he is a misery-ridden psychopath with a great deal of frustration. As he is blighted with enormous torment whenever he perceives any form or expression of joy he has come to hate nearly all forms of company, especially those of humans. While he's grown more cautious over the years due to his loss at the hands of Beowulf he's quite accustomed to killing people who bring him such suffering. For him Ragnarok cannot come fast enough as all he has to look forward to is stewing in his own anger and misery.

Despite how he might seem due to his crippling madness he is not an unthinking brute. As he's always been more than physically powerful enough to crush nearly any obstacle he's never had much need to focus on building his physique. He spends a lot of time thinking deeply, most of the time about how best to hurt people. Though he often lives in squalor he appreciates dark and morbid decor. He fancies music most of all, though only the depressing and moody kind. Anything with a fair degree of pep just makes him angrier.

Though he hates people through and through he takes no pleasure in other people's suffering. To him he sees a little of himself in those who are miserable. To the folk who are in the throes of despair he can be quite reasonable. He hates the fact he suffers so greatly in the presence of all forms of joy, going so far as to hate himself for being born this way. Even still he'd rather go on living, even if it means suffering and hurting more people in this endless cycle of violence brought about by his wild anger.


Skills:

- Having been fighting for a good part of his life he's learned a fair bit from experience. His style of combat is quite wild but far from random. He can come on like a wild animal but most of his actual attacks are quite deliberate, able to pick his targets while keeping aware of the fight as a whole. With his absurdly keen hearing he can hear where most of his foes are, picking up subtle audio cues with ease.

- He can navigate fairly decently in the dark thanks to his keen hearing. Using sounds he can generally gauge the dimensions around him, developing a rough sense of the space available around him.

- Given his time spent in the wilderness Grendel can subsist in the woods about as easily as most other animals can.

Aside from this he's got a rather basic understanding of common knowledge for modern humans. He's dimly aware of things like computers and guns. He knows enough to start a vehicle as well but his knowledge of the rules of the road are pretty sparse.

Weaknesses:

- While his skin is extremely difficult to penetrate he might be tough but he's not unbreakable. Strong as he is a powerful enough concussive force will crush him. Those with greater than human strength are able to break him as it was demonstrated back when Beowulf tore his arm off with his magnificent might alone.

- As his ears are superior to the average human's his sense of hearing is also that much more sensitive. Particularly loud noises can easily deafen him for a time. His regeneration will eventually restore his ability to hear but that can take some time.

- Fire. He holds no defense against man's ancient tool. His skin does not prevent him from burning and wounds suffered as a result of fire heal as a regular human would. Fire is one of the few ways to kill him for good.

- The sound of laughter. Any sound of joy or merriment causes him mental anguish and agony but none more than the sound of laughter. The very sound causes so much distress for him to hear that he can quickly lose all reason often resulting in a massacre. The killings resulting from his suffering are legendary. This does however make it difficult for him to blend in and remain hidden in plain sight. As it is he avoids the public as it is lest he lose his cool and spoil his efforts to evade detection.


Brief History:

Legend tells the story of the great monster Grendel and his terrible misdeeds. He was always a miserable beast but when his keen ears picked up the sounds of laughter and joy come from the meadhall atop the hill he bore the suffering no longer. Like a stinging wasp he saw no reason why he shouldn't go up and end their lives at once. After all they were no kin of his. Their deaths meant nothing to him but the end to yet another pain.

So he went and ended their lives. So many dead yet just a pleasant night's sleep for him. It wasn't until the hero of legend Beowulf came and had the audacity to stay at the meadhall. He'd brook no repeat of last time so he went down but instead of an easy victory Grendel was met with a crippling defeat. Beowulf had torn his arm right off so he fled back through the swamps where he took rest.

The legend claims that he died then, the hero Beowulf returning with his very head. Such is a lie. They killed his mother and beheaded her, taking her head back and claiming to have found his body in her lair as well. During this time Grendel had been hiding out in the woods, recuperating from his missing arm. Soon enough his arm grew back much but in returning to his home he discovered only the dead body of his own mother awaiting him.

He mourned for a great length of time. The cavern had been pilfered so little remained for him save for a lust for revenge. It was to his disappointment however that when he went to go and try to slay the great hero Beowulf he instead found an empty throne, it's king having died whilst killing his little brother too. His whole family slain and he was left with naught but despair and disappointment as their murderer was now dead, moving on to Valhalla whilst he remained on earth where he could not reach him.

Grendel slew the people who remained at the castle in his rage. When it was over there was no sound other than the waves which lapped at the nearby cliffs and his own breath. He felt no victory in slaying the former comrades and friends of the man who slew his family, only bitterness. When he was done he set his back to the castle and left, returning to the woods where he continued to live.

Much time passed since then. As humanity grew they pushed the wilderness back further and further until they happened upon his dwelling. He killed those who disturbed him but when he finally strolled a little further out from his lair he made a chilling discovery. In the many years he secluded himself humanity had grown into a vast force, constructing massive cities where thousands, possibly millions all lived.

They kept coming of course. More humans showed and they brought bigger weapons and even magic. Most of it was ineffectual against the mighty brute but the greater weapons and some of the magic were starting to get through to him. He knew he couldn't keep fighting off anyone who came when the humans started showing up in force. He was about to reluctantly move further from civilization when someone strange approached him. They were definitely not human and they had an offer for him. He was to come work for their company and in return they'd help him disappear so the humans would finally stop hounding him day and night.

Current day and he isn't any less miserable than he was for the while. At the very least there are fewer humans firing off loud guns nearby him. Not none but a fair degree less currently.

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Hello. I shall be putting forward my World-Eater for review.

Grendel

Full Name: Grendel.

Nicknames/Aliases: Wendle Dendle.

Age: Rather old. He appears 34 in his human form.

Gender: Male.

Powers:

- He is inhumanly strong, capable of crushing steel in his grip and throwing around things several times heavier than his full weight.

- Can possess powerful claws at the ends of his fingers which can rend both armor and flesh alike.

- His skin is capable of repelling most forms of human weaponry. This is due to his skin's ability to resist nearly all forms of piercing and slashing damage as it does not tear for nearly any weapon.

- Grendel's blood is a potent acid, capable of melting down steel in seconds. As a result he's also immune to all but the most potent acids.

- While most of his senses are fairly keen his sense of hearing outshines his other senses to a vast degree. It's so precise he could pick up the pitter-patter of a mouse's paws from nearly half a mile away.

- He possesses the ability to regenerate, even in states most would consider thoroughly dead. While his regeneration is quick compared to a human it's not terrifyingly fast. What it is however is persistent. He will continue to regenerate from the largest remaining section of his form. In addition he cannot fall sick nor suffer the effects of either poison and venom. The only means of halting his regeneration is either through fire or some forms of magic. If damaged by fire the wounds inflicted by it will heal at a rate which is normal for a living creature his size and only in a way that it would be healed from by normal human beings.

Description:

Human Form - He's large even in his more human form. Standing at six feet and six inches tall he weighs an easy four hundred pounds, all muscle. His physique is rather ropy, not ripped like many would expect someone of his size and weight to be with all that muscle. He's got a rather gangly build with his long legs and arms, all ending in proportionately large hands and feet as well. His hands are somewhat thick but with long enough fingers to off-set it's meatiness. He tends to stand hunched forward, making him seem smaller but only by so much. After all, a guy his size has trouble coming off as anything but large.

His hair is a scraggly mop of greyish-black, all rather tangled and wiry from lack of maintenance. He's got something of a strong jaw and a near perpetual scowl on his rather ugly face. The curved and pointed nose along with his prominent brow don't help his brutish image much either. His skin is pale like an oyster and rather clammy to boot.

He tends to dress in earthy tones, favoring clothing that helps de-emphasize his presence. His common apparel is a pair of brown workman's overalls along with an off-white shirt and dark green tie. To top it off he wears a somewhat outdated brown street cap and a pair of worn out brown boots which even despite being the largest size he could find were still a bit small on his feet.

Grendel Form - In this state he's far more monstrous than before. He's twice as tall and between two to three thousand pounds. His head alone is so heavy it would need four fully grown warriors to carry it. His skin dulls into a darker shade of grey, becoming even tougher and more leathery. His already sharp teeth grow twice as long, his jaw elongating to fit them. His hands develop long semi-curved claws at the ends of his fingers, each one with long scaly looking skin running all the way up to the knuckles. At the very least in this form his mop of hair doesn't really change.

Personality:

To sum him up briefly he is a misery-ridden psychopath with a great deal of frustration. As he is blighted with enormous torment whenever he perceives any form or expression of joy he has come to hate nearly all forms of company, especially those of humans. While he's grown more cautious over the years due to his loss at the hands of Beowulf he's quite accustomed to killing people who bring him such suffering. For him Ragnarok cannot come fast enough as all he has to look forward to is stewing in his own anger and misery.

Despite how he might seem due to his crippling madness he is not an unthinking brute. As he's always been more than physically powerful enough to crush nearly any obstacle he's never had much need to focus on building his physique. He spends a lot of time thinking deeply, most of the time about how best to hurt people. Though he often lives in squalor he appreciates dark and morbid decor. He fancies music most of all, though only the depressing and moody kind. Anything with a fair degree of pep just makes him angrier.

Though he hates people through and through he takes no pleasure in other people's suffering. To him he sees a little of himself in those who are miserable. To the folk who are in the throes of despair he can be quite reasonable. He hates the fact he suffers so greatly in the presence of all forms of joy, going so far as to hate himself for being born this way. Even still he'd rather go on living, even if it means suffering and hurting more people in this endless cycle of violence brought about by his wild anger.


Skills:

- Having been fighting for a good part of his life he's learned a fair bit from experience. His style of combat is quite wild but far from random. He can come on like a wild animal but most of his actual attacks are quite deliberate, able to pick his targets while keeping aware of the fight as a whole. With his absurdly keen hearing he can hear where most of his foes are, picking up subtle audio cues with ease.

- He can navigate fairly decently in the dark thanks to his keen hearing. Using sounds he can generally gauge the dimensions around him, developing a rough sense of the space available around him.

- Given his time spent in the wilderness Grendel can subsist in the woods about as easily as most other animals can.

Aside from this he's got a rather basic understanding of common knowledge for modern humans. He's dimly aware of things like computers and guns. He knows enough to start a vehicle as well but his knowledge of the rules of the road are pretty sparse.

Weaknesses:

- While his skin is extremely difficult to penetrate he might be tough but he's not unbreakable. Strong as he is a powerful enough concussive force will crush him. Those with greater than human strength are able to break him as it was demonstrated back when Beowulf tore his arm off with his magnificent might alone.

- As his ears are superior to the average human's his sense of hearing is also that much more sensitive. Particularly loud noises can easily deafen him for a time. His regeneration will eventually restore his ability to hear but that can take some time.

- Fire. He holds no defense against man's ancient tool. His skin does not prevent him from burning and wounds suffered as a result of fire heal as a regular human would. Fire is one of the few ways to kill him for good.

- The sound of laughter. Any sound of joy or merriment causes him mental anguish and agony but none more than the sound of laughter. The very sound causes so much distress for him to hear that he can quickly lose all reason often resulting in a massacre. The killings resulting from his suffering are legendary. This does however make it difficult for him to blend in and remain hidden in plain sight. As it is he avoids the public as it is lest he lose his cool and spoil his efforts to evade detection.


Brief History:

Legend tells the story of the great monster Grendel and his terrible misdeeds. He was always a miserable beast but when his keen ears picked up the sounds of laughter and joy come from the meadhall atop the hill he bore the suffering no longer. Like a stinging wasp he saw no reason why he shouldn't go up and end their lives at once. After all they were no kin of his. Their deaths meant nothing to him but the end to yet another pain.

So he went and ended their lives. So many dead yet just a pleasant night's sleep for him. It wasn't until the hero of legend Beowulf came and had the audacity to stay at the meadhall. He'd brook no repeat of last time so he went down but instead of an easy victory Grendel was met with a crippling defeat. Beowulf had torn his arm right off so he fled back through the swamps where he took rest.

The legend claims that he died then, the hero Beowulf returning with his very head. Such is a lie. They killed his mother and beheaded her, taking her head back and claiming to have found his body in her lair as well. During this time Grendel had been hiding out in the woods, recuperating from his missing arm. Soon enough his arm grew back much but in returning to his home he discovered only the dead body of his own mother awaiting him.

He mourned for a great length of time. The cavern had been pilfered so little remained for him save for a lust for revenge. It was to his disappointment however that when he went to go and try to slay the great hero Beowulf he instead found an empty throne, it's king having died whilst killing his little brother too. His whole family slain and he was left with naught but despair and disappointment as their murderer was now dead, moving on to Valhalla whilst he remained on earth where he could not reach him.

Grendel slew the people who remained at the castle in his rage. When it was over there was no sound other than the waves which lapped at the nearby cliffs and his own breath. He felt no victory in slaying the former comrades and friends of the man who slew his family, only bitterness. When he was done he set his back to the castle and left, returning to the woods where he continued to live.

Much time passed since then. As humanity grew they pushed the wilderness back further and further until they happened upon his dwelling. He killed those who disturbed him but when he finally strolled a little further out from his lair he made a chilling discovery. In the many years he secluded himself humanity had grown into a vast force, constructing massive cities where thousands, possibly millions all lived.

They kept coming of course. More humans showed and they brought bigger weapons and even magic. Most of it was ineffectual against the mighty brute but the greater weapons and some of the magic were starting to get through to him. He knew he couldn't keep fighting off anyone who came when the humans started showing up in force. He was about to reluctantly move further from civilization when someone strange approached him. They were definitely not human and they had an offer for him. He was to come work for their company and in return they'd help him disappear so the humans would finally stop hounding him day and night.

Current day and he isn't any less miserable than he was for the while. At the very least there are fewer humans firing off loud guns nearby him. Not none but a fair degree less currently.

so whoa

You cannot offer to let me feel you and then rescind the offer without advanced notice.

In any case hello person I've certainly never met before and most definitely absolutely have not been introduced to this site by. I welcome you to this humble corner of the net where we may frolic and be merry in RP.

Edgar Gormly

My Name

Name: Edgar Gormly.

Height: 6'0".
Weight: 180.
Age: 18.
Race/Species: Human.

Tier/Influence: 4 (national); While his ability to recover from wounds is substantial he lacks offensive powers and his own skills are quite lacking. Overall he's a four or possibly higher for defense and a one in nearly everything else.

Appearance:

Edgar's not an ugly guy but he's not exceptional looking either. He's got the sort of face that just sort of blends into the crowd, well, a human crowd. He's got medium length jet black hair and similarly colored eyes. His mouth can almost always be seen as being tugged into something of a frown. His eyes always seem to look tired due to his more night-oriented schedule.

For clothes he tends to wear a t-shirt and cargo pants, nothing exceptional for Landling fashion. He favors dark colors, almost always opting to wear black or some other kind of dark grey color. For the time being he only really has the clothes on his back, a black logo absent t-shirt with dark grey cargo pants. Given the fact he's not yet succumb to buying anything new to wear his current clothes are fairly worn, his pants a bit threadbare around the ankles. His shoes are just a pair of plain black & white sneakers, also well worn with holes already in the process of forming under his heel.

Underneath the clothes he's got a helter-skelter pattern of blood stained bandages and bandaids all over him. They can be visibly seen on his arms he also has a bandage wrapped around his throat and a bandaid on both his right cheek and just over his left brow.

All in all he's just sort of a lanky, unhappy looking character who often sports injuries of some sort. He often looks rather preoccupied with himself, sometimes even talking to himself when he feels no one else is watching. Mostly it's just an externalization of his internal dialogue, nothing new to him.

Personality:

Sometimes a person's worst enemy is themself.

Edgar is a miserable sod, that much is evident. His speech is laconic, his posture slouched and his feelings worn more in his expression than his words will ever tell. While he's no fan of mincing words he'll almost never open up what he actually feels. His true thoughts are reserved for his writing alone, though that too is crippled by his war against himself.

He has a great fear of ever seeing something he cares through to completion, a major subject of his self loathing. No matter how much he tries to write he's yet to ever see a story through to the end. Anytime he starts something, anything that could be a point of pride for him, he inevitably becomes distant from it, growing to hate the very thing he wanted to create. So many stories remain unfinished in his computer's memory, each one a point of sorrow he still carries with him. The desire to perhaps go back and finish one of them is ultimately overwhelmed by his disdain for the work in question and the cycle repeats again. He's trapped in a self defeating cycle that he's afraid to ever defeat.

Besides a great sense of self loathing he's very much a stranger in a very different land. The vast differences between what he previously concieved of as normal and what was normal in this expanded galaxy he's lost in has left him without a single clue. He tends to keep mostly to himself so it's not always outwardly evident but nearly everything about his new life style leaves him feeling like the real alien out there.

As a writer he tends to look at things with an element of poetry, even despite his common cynicism. Whether he's languishing in the filthy gutters, staring up in undisguised hate at the opulence of excessive wealth or simply taking in a scene of pure nature, unmolested by the convoluted plottings of humans and like minded entities, he'll tend to take the time to drink in the atmosphere. Often times the feelings that arise from the sights he sees lead him into inspiration for a new story, a new disappointing chapter for him to give up writing.

Abilities, Talents, Traits, Powers:

He is very hard to hurt. Allow me to elaborate.

• ^{( 4 )} Enhanced Endurance
  
  The first basic power to look at is his stamina. He has a very high endurance, capable of lasting well past the maximum fatigue level that a human can reach. His body can function normally on very little blood and while he can still weaken he will never die of hunger, dehydration or lack of oxygen nor will he ever pass out from these.
  
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• ^{( 4 )} Scaling Hardness
  
  His body hardens in proportion to the damage he's received. A scale of how resilient to damage he becomes in proportion to the damage he takes is as follows:
  
  - After suffering a light injury or multiple light wounds his skin will toughen and his bones will grow denser without increasing in weight.
  
  - After suffering a significant but ultimately nonlethal wound or mildly impairing injury his skin will become as tough as leather while his bones will become as hard as natural stone.
  
  - After suffering a single wound or multiple wounds which would stand a significant chance of being fatal or after losing entire limbs his flesh will become as hard as wood yet still flexible like regular skin, not inhibiting his movement in the slightest while his bones become harder than concrete while still remaining no heavier than ordinary bone.
  
  - After suffering wounds so grave that death would become certain for most regular human beings his flesh, muscle and skin become as hard as stone while his bones become as hard as steel.
  
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• ^{( 4 )} Scaling Regeneration
  
  He possesses a regenerative quality that follows a similar escalation to his resilience. Interestingly enough he heals small cuts and injuries slower than regular people while greater wounds heal much faster. Just as his regeneration increases in speed the more injured he is it will also slow down as he heals into a less wounded state. A scale of how fast he heals in proportion to the damage he takes is as follows:
  
  - A light injury or wound takes between one to two months to heal completely.
  
  - A significant wound or mildly impairing injury takes two weeks to heal up until the damage becomes a light injury or wound.
  
  - A major wound or lost limb takes two hours to heal up until the damage becomes a significant wound or mildly impairing injury.
  
  - All damage close to and beyond the point of certain death takes two minutes to heal until the damage falls into the upper category of being a major wound or lost limb.
  
  No matter how much he is damaged his body will continue to regenerate. Even if his head is cut off his body will regrow from the decapitated head. If the head is destroyed then the head and the rest of the body will regrow from the largest piece of remaining brain. So long as a single neuron remains he will continue to regenerate until he is whole again.
  
  He can be killed by having his whole brain destroyed by attacks that destroy on a cellular level such as fire or acid. Cold will slow down his regeneration and having his brain become frozen will stop the regeneration altogether. Despite being frozen however he will continue to regenerate upon being unfrozen.
  
  As far as poisons and toxins are concerned their effect on him is largely dependant on the nature of the contaminant in question. Poisons and toxins that paralyze or cause other sorts of disorder in the body have little to no effect. Poisons and toxins that possess necrotic properties or damage the cells in the body in some other manner will slow his regenerative properties in proportion to the poison/toxin's potency until the contaminating element is effectively purged. It should be noted that while more potent poisons and toxins may slow Edgar's regeneration by a greater degree they will also be purged from his system faster than weaker poisons/toxins would.
  
  In addition his power's source is psionic so things that influence that sphere of power might influence this.

Items:

• ^{( 1 )} Crowbar - A standard crowbar.
• ^{( 1 )} Lap-Top Computer - A regular Landling portable computer.

History:

Edgar's life was not the best one a person could have. He was born to a poor father while never knowing his mother because she divorced his father shortly after he was born. From the earliest his memory can recollect his father had always been a drinker. The man used alchohol to sooth the grief his divorce brought him.

He always did try to be a good father, even if he was a terrible mess of a person who was of little use even at the best of times. Edgar pretty much had to take over all the chores himself, from laundry to preparing meals and most everything else in-between. His dad made a pathetic wage at a soul-grinding factory job. He'd wake up early, leave for work, finish work late and then arrive home much later as he always passed by the bar first.

Early on Edgar's abnormalities were observed as he had managed to cut himself at one point. The wound continued to bleed for an abnormally long time, long enough that his father brought him in to be seen at a local walk-in clinic. When the doctor took his blood and examined it there were no visible abnormalities nor other symptoms that would explain the bleeding. In the end they concluded that it was hemophilia for lack of a better explanation. They had no clue what it really was but all they could find were the symptoms he suffered. He was nowhere near hurt enough to demonstrate the more incredible physical feats his body was capable of.

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So for that time he lived life believing he was a hemophile. He was kept on a steady diet of blood coagulation drugs that would supposedly help him heal his wounds. They did no such thing. He simply continued on, attending school out in the poor neighborhood he lived in.

School continued to get steadily worse, all of course culminating in high school. With drug dealers regularly working the area and gangs recruiting throughout the neighborhood it was far from a safe place to live. It was only inevitable that eventually he'd have a run in with them. One can only keep their head down for so long until some up and coming punk thinks they can push him any which way they felt like.

One such punk made that mistake. Mistaking quiet for weak the guy threatened Edgar with a knife to try and make himself seem tougher in front of the other gangsters. He tried to walk out of it but the guy, desperate not to lose face, wound up stabbing Edgar in his side. His reaction was violent, lashing out against his attacker. He took many more stabs but he landed a few good punches before the others joined in. Despite their combined effort Edgar did not falture, in fact he did the opposite. Bleeding profusely from the numerous stabbings he endured Edgar pressed the attack, his body becoming harder to hurt as he fought on.

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His attackers fled. He was left bruised, beaten and slashed open in a number of areas but he had won. No matter how much he was bleeding he did not feel weary. His pain was tremendous but his strength did not leave him. As he returned home he found his wounds were already healing. Stepping through the front door he knew that the worst of his wounds had already closed.

The story the men had spread was that a rival gang had shown up right as they were attacking him so they backed off. None of them wanted to admit they all got beaten by one unarmed guy. It was strange how he returned to school after what they had done to him but none of them were bold enough to confront him about it, nor were they curious enough to wonder how.

One thing that did manage to capture the true story however was a local security camera. While police ordinarily didn't look into gang violence they did collect some evidence from the scene given the amount of blood that was shed. What no one expected however was that this would draw the interest of a special branch of the government.

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Life was none too kind to Edgar, especially when it took his father's life. He had drove home drunk once too many times and paid the price. What's more is that he couldn't afford any sort of insurance so all that Edgar was left with was all the debts his father had accrued, the cost of the accident included. Looking at his options even if he sold all his belongs and gave all the money to his debtors it would barely cover the cost of the interest. He could declare bankruptcy but without a job nor an education to acquire a job he'd be unable to afford rent. No matter how he looked at it he was on the fast track to becoming homeless, destitute.

It was at this point that the agency stepped in. A special governmental unit had been formed after a recent rise in psionic incidents occuring around the world. In order to counter the threat of a gifted citizen going rogue and creating chaos they had formed a team designed to prepare and organize a group of psionically gifted individuals to protect their country.

The Psionic Security Agency offered Edgar a deal. They'd take ownership of his debts and in return he'd work for them, free from his debts so long as he remained employed. Though reluctant it really wasn't an offer he could refuse. As little as he cared for working for the government he was much less of a fan of being bled for his money for the rest of his natural life. Such was how he wound up fighting alongside other gifted people to protect his homeland.

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It all happened when he was sent out in a squad of four to investigate a break in at a noteworthy museum. An ancient staff had been stolen by a kid who not only was gifted with exceptional psionic power but was in mental contact with a being from outer space who was enhancing him to terrifying new heights. At the climax of their confrontation the four were hit by a streak of psionic power which tore a hole in space itself, dropping them all through and scattering them across the galaxy.

Edgar himself awoke in a back alley out in Vashiska. It's been a year since then. His time has largely been occupied trying to scrape together enough money to afford rent some place where he can store his meager belongings.

*waves* hiya, newbie here.

A fair evening to you. Welcome to the guild.