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The man in the suit continued to walk down the street, a cherry-smelling cigarette hanging from between his lips, while his hands rested in the pockets of his slacks. "What a drag..." He growled underneath his breath. Eyes that seemed bored, yet were actually sharp, nimbly leaped from one person to the other. He knew that the mugger had orders from someone else; someone farther up on the whole 'gang food chain'. Judging by the man's crimson bandana, he was a part of the Blaze Krew - a bunch of thugs with half-assed fire alchemy that took too long to transmute to get a spark, like most alchemy-users these days. However, his previous action a while ago couldn't have gone unnoticed, so he basically had two manhunts going on at the same time.

As a woman in a crimson-bandana began to tail him, Blaise sighed underneath his breath, taking a puff of his cigarette before spitting it out and turning on his heel. "YAAAH!" The woman screamed, rushing forward with a knife in one hand, while her left rapidly formed a circle through the air, with some sort of ink. She was abruptly cut off by the foot lazily brought up into her face, sending her flipping in the same spot, through the air. Mid-air, Blaise's hand clenched around her face. Civilians could only watched as she screamed, as a razing inferno of blue fire consumed her body and the air around it, sending yet another pillar of billowing blue flames into the air.

The body turned to nothingness in his hand, and still with his other hand in his pocket, Blaise turned and began walking once more, the crowd parting for him. That was one thing he needed to work on...his whole 'hand-clenching' move, while his signature, was too...showy. The pure blue fire he sent out usually created a twisting pillar of beautiful blue flames into the air, but with enough time, he could fix it...
Cool, thanks.
Sorry; Third and Fourth paragraph of his Bio.
<Snipped quote by Darog the Badger God>

i support a planned society and the poor, uneducated, bad DNA are killed


gg mate.


Name: Mason Hunter
Age: 17

Power: Radioactive Spider-bite - This power has given Mason a wide variety of powers, all mainly focused on an arachnid-like topic. The 'default' powers are the enhanced version of his body - his strength, speed, agility, coordination, and general reflexes have been incredibly enhanced, allowing him to do superhuman feats such as jumping numerous stories, running faster than a speeding car, throwing or lifting things that are huge and heavy in weight, using his sharp, superhuman instincts to dodge speeding bullets and attacks, and performing acrobatic, bone-breaking twists, stunts, and feats that even the most talented Olympic athlete wouldn't dream of. Similarly, he can launch thick, stream-lined, durable webbing from his wrists and finger-tips, stick to surfaces, and grow his canine teeth to a long, razor-sharp point. When this happens, a thick, green poison can be transferred to another body, causing a variety of effects, depending on the amount/intent.

Appearance: Mason is a lean, athletic young man, the spider-bite having given him lean, muscular definition all along his body - not that he was frail or fat before. He is of average or so height, around 5'9 or 5'10, and his hair is a deep raven black, generally framing his fore-head, and naturally kept medium-to-short length. His face is a fair color, with deep-set hazel-golden eyes. His usual attire consists of regular jeans and sneakers, along with regular t-shirts that can vary in color; he also keeps a hoodie on him, since the weather's unpredictable.

Bio: His life building up to this was rather...average, to be honest. A track and baseball player, Mason was the sort of guy that sort of social-butterflied around. He was generally laidback and easy-going, with a sort of just cool, confident aura around him. He could joke around at times, and although the jokes could easily be insinuated as insulting to someone, they weren't particularly biting, and usually got a loud round of laughter. His easygoing demeanor drew people in, but he never really had a real...friend amongst the droll of students at his local high-school.

He was that type of guy to just hang out wherever he wanted to hang out, and be rebellious when he wanted to be; a natural intellect, he usually just spent his time on the roof of the school, looking up at the sky, reading a book, or throwing marbles towards the clouds. Whenever he saw someone getting bullied, he stepped in, and usually broke it up without too much violence; most people didn't try to fight him. Not because he was all buff or gigantic, but because, despite his cool, confident aura...there was something else. Like, if you didn't stop bullying that person, you would get your ass kicked.

Got their ass kicked they did; it was a small gang of bullies that had been picking on a nerd. They didn't stop after Mason asked, and once they turned their sights on him, he roughed them up. Didn't go over-board, but just kicked them around, due to their sloppy hits and over-weight statures, all the while with a small smirk or frown on his face, throwing a few insults their way whenever they did a particularly clumsy swing. The whole spider-bite happened a few days ago, and he has adjusted so far. Basically, he had been walking home from a passing job as a waiter, at some coffee shop called 'Folger's', when this tarantula-like spider leaped from a building and landed on his face. Obviously, he cursed and tried to slap it off, but it's fangs were already out, and the back of his hand slid right in. Now bleeding and holding a rapidly swelling hand, he finally managed to slap the spider away, right before running home to get the first-aid.

His mother was panicked when Mason entered the house with a bang, and asked what's wrong. He showed her his hand; revealing that it was completely healed, and nothing was blemished. As she giggled, he went to sleep, awakening at 3 AM and going to the bathroom...only to see his changes. It was nothing much; just some more definition to his already lean, athletic stature...but when he tried to close the door, his hand was stuck. That was a crazy night. Since then, he has adjusted relatively quick, already a naturally adaptive person.

He has to make sure to keep the whole 'superhuman body' thing in check; don't hurt anyone, since one hit could very well kill a regular human, and he had to make sure to not over-do it at track...he was still Number One, though. The whole excitement of it made him eager, however. Life was usually boring and average, with boring and average parents, and boring and average schools. This could make him finally...find a reason to generally do something dangerous and fun! That's what he was missing. Excitement...and it makes him so, well, excited. What could he do? There was a lot of crime on the streets, and different things that he could do with it. Maybe even...thieving? No? Well...maybe.

It all depended. Giving such powers to a sarcastic, adrenaline-loving, laidback social-butterfly of a teenager...what was the Deities thinking?
Interested.
Sure.

Gonna take that radioactive spider-bite.
"Burn." The word was spoken calmly and stoically, the black-haired, suit-wearing man casually ducking underneath the thug's fist and clenching his own gloved hand around the man's face. Before anything could even be uttered, the mugger screamed in fear, beady eyes widening once he saw the runes on the gloves shining brightly. He just had to try to mug the Blue Devil-

Birds flapped into the sky as the inhuman scream skyrocketed in loudness, an inferno of beautiful, fiery blue fire exploding into the sky. The suit-wearing man merely walked out of that same alley-way, hands in his pockets as he headed in no particular direction. Citizens stared at the man, and then the alley. Only, there were no ashes there; just scorch marks.
Just write a history and it's all good.
Okay, so... apparently those lines went right over peoples' heads. I'm not sure how. But "If ye be a true laggard, I'd be a whoreson fer talkin' down of ya. Can't let ya go stickin' dubloons up yer nose or jumpin in' the water because ye see a pretty fish, so I guess I HAVE to come along" means:

"Man, if you're actually retarded, I'm going to feel bad for insulting you. I can't let you go sticking coins up your nose or jumping in the water because you see a pretty fish, so I guess I HAVE to come along."

I... kind of assumed that a lot of that could be inferred from him asking if Devil Fruits cause brain damage.


Lol, I understood. My character just didn't. He didn't really grow up around pirates.
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