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Morden Man
So I'm going to post this here. It's a w.i.p. I've pretty much snipped out the parts that need to be updated. Also I have to fix some images.
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Loud voices drifted over the night air. It wasn't a chilly night but it wasn't quite warm either. It was enough though to make Chris thankful that she had to walk around. If she stood in one place undoubtably she would be wishing she had brought a jacket.
Chris shifted her patrol path to the source of the voices. For the past couple of days she had caught some teenagers loitering about after dark and smoking. They were local kids and since they never caused any harm Chris just made them leave, after they picked up their cigarette butts, and didn't call the cops. Sure they got a little rowdy sometimes but that still didnt mean they weren't good kids.
"You guys. We've talked ab-" Chris cut off as she rounded the corner. Instead of seeing Tom, Mike and Samantha she was greeted with a small group. They were dressed in black with skii masks and had various weapons on them ranging from clubs to guns. Chris on the other hand had only a flashlight on her.
Two of the group turned to Chris. Their movement allowed her to see a small prone figure on the ground. Their face wasn't quite human looking. If Chris gambled she would have placed good money on the prone person being a newly created metahuman.
She snapped her eyes back up to the group, most likely one of the many hate groups that had sprung up like weeds after the "Pax Metahumana" event as the news had dubbed it. Sure there had been hate groups before, but nothing like this.
"Scram girly." A man growled in a low threatening voice.
Chris tightened her hold on the flashlight. "Why? So you can kill that kid?" She couldn't let that happen. She could let someone die when she could stop it.
"You a metabitch?" A decidedly feminine voice sing-songed.
Chris felt her lips curl. "No, I'm a decent human being. Unlike present company."
There was a few seconds of silence before the first male voice spoke again. "Her too." It wasn't directed towards Chris but it sealed her fate. Lightening fast one of the hate group punched her hard in the stomach. Chris doubled over gasping for breath. She could see out of the corner of her eye one of the club's swinging for her head.
Panic and fear filled her. She was going to die. She didn't want to die. If she had faith like her mother maybe she would have prayed to God. Instead she reached out to something she knew. Something deep within her. Something she had ignored and shoved away time and time again.
Stone slid over her like a blanket. An old friend returned. She heard the club snap against her head as she finally gulpped in a lungful of precious air.
"She's a meta!" Chris heard someone cry. She raised her head just in time to see guns being raised. She closed her eyes as the sharp bark of gun being fired hit her. The bullets pingged off her stone skin. The small chunks of dislodged stone hit the ground with the spent rounds. They all stared numbly at the site for a long heartbeat.
Then Chris smiled.
Character you have created:
Christine "Chris" Wilson
Alias:
Gargoyle
Speech Color:
Grey Goose, D1D0CE
Character Alignment:
Hero
Identity:
Secret
Character Personality:
Chris is typically a very happy person. She likes to look on the bright side of things. Her first instinct was to see the good in people. Not the bad. Nor did she like to be a serial doubter. However that doesn't meant that Chris is happy all the time. She has her ups and downs like anyone else. She's stuck in a dead-end job that she doesn't enjoy very much. It doesn't pay enough but she can't find another one. She's also just come out of a long term relationship that ended badly. But she's trying her best not to let those things hold her down.
Chris loves the finer things in life. She likes designer clothes and accessories. Whenever she can afford it she buys the better quality things. She also loves spending time outdoors. Some of her favorite pastimes are outdoor sports such as Skiing in the winter and hiking in the summer. She also loves to go fishing with her family during summer vacations.
Chris is a very moral person. She's not religious like her mother. She's more agnostic like her father. She doesn't disbelieve but doesn't believe in an all knowing God. Or any deities for that matter. Though that's never stopped her from deciding on her own moral code.
Chris is also very much a family oriented person. She loves her parents and her siblings. One day she hopes to start a family of her own. But she hasn't had much luck in that department.
Chris loves the finer things in life. She likes designer clothes and accessories. Whenever she can afford it she buys the better quality things. She also loves spending time outdoors. Some of her favorite pastimes are outdoor sports such as Skiing in the winter and hiking in the summer. She also loves to go fishing with her family during summer vacations.
Chris is a very moral person. She's not religious like her mother. She's more agnostic like her father. She doesn't disbelieve but doesn't believe in an all knowing God. Or any deities for that matter. Though that's never stopped her from deciding on her own moral code.
Chris is also very much a family oriented person. She loves her parents and her siblings. One day she hopes to start a family of her own. But she hasn't had much luck in that department.
Uniform/costume:
Chris repurposed some of her skiing body armor into her crime fighting uniform. The top and bottom doesn't quite match, since it's made to be worn under other clothing such as jackets and ski pants. The steel toed boots she bought just for the purpose of crime fighting. One day she hopes to be able to make her slapdash uniform into something cooler looking, but she just doesn't have the sewing skills or the courage to ask someone to do it for her.
Origin Info/Details:
Chris is the youngest of four children. She has three older siblings. She has two older brothers and one older sister. Her eldest sibling, Mark, is seven years older than her. Chris and her siblings were raised Catholic like their mother. They were baptized and christened. Devon is the only child who still practices. As far as Chris knows Mark is atheist and a firm disbeliever. And Whitney is a Holiday only observer. She only goes to church on the two major holidays. As for herself she's agnostic. She doesn't have a problem with religion. She just doesn't believe in God or any other deities.
As a young girl growing up Chris was spoiled being the youngest. She was able to get away with most everything. Luckily for her parents she seemed to come pre-installed with a fierce sense of right and wrong. Even as a little girl she found it hard to lie or to deceive her family. A trait that made her older siblings very protective of her. And surprisingly the only thing that Chris has misused. When she was young, very young, Chris found out about her particular ability to turn into stone.
Chris remembers the day vividly still. She had been playing outside and had fallen out of tree. She wasn't supposed to be climbing the big oak in back, but she had done it anyways. But she had climbed too high and lost her balance. She should have been seriously injured or dead. Instead she was fine. She remembered watching as grey covered her body. She remembers the child sized hole in the ground. She remembers the horror she felt as the grey retreated leaving her normal. But she wasn't normal.
Chris knew from all the days at church that people with powers were bad. God didn't give people powers like she had. So she kept them a secret because she didn't want to be a bad person. As Chris grew up she realized however that her powers weren't evil. They just were. It was up to her to use them for good or evil. Of course by that time she had come to the realization she was a teenager and far more interested in sex and dating than she was in her powers. Those were just annoying and something to keep secret. Boys and girls on the other hand...
Chris got good grades in High School despite the fact she spent most of her time chasing tail. At the age of eighteen she was accepted into a local college. She ended up dropping out after her first year much to her family's disappointment. But school just wasn't for her. She ended up working as a receptionist at a local furnace repair store. There she stayed for the next few years. She became very proficient at her job, but she wasn't happy. However despite that she was unable to find another job that would make her happy. Everything just kind of went down hill from there. She was dumped by her girlfriend, Lily, of three years. It was because of Chris' "lack of ambition".
The accusation hit Chris hard and knocked her into a depression. The dark mindset threatened to devour her whole and leave a stranger in it's wake.
Chris ended up losing her job due to her apathetic mindset. She started bouncing around from job to job with no real motivation other then that there were bills to pay. She worked any job from manual labor to cashiering to being apart of a call center. She just really didn't care where she ended up.
She was working at 7-11, one of the most cliche places to be down on her luck and working at, when the news broke of a supervillain. At first she ignored it along with her patrons. Because who really cared at this point. Just another megalomaniac set out of kill millions. Or the whole world. Either they'd succeed or they would. Chris just couldn't find it in herself to care anymore.
When it became apparent in the ensuing hours that Doctor Diplodoc had succeeded in creating even more supers, Chris just couldn't help the laugh that bubbled out of her. Artificially created superhuman. Like her but not like. In the ensuing chaos Chris thought about coming out as a meta but the quick backlash of hate stopped her. Not that it surprised her.
So she continued to work and kept her head down. She didn't cause any waves and just drifted through life. Of course life has a way of knocking you sideways when least expected. It was during a night shift for her security company. She was on foot patrol of a business complex when she heard raised voices.
Expecting to see the usual group of smokers, Chris didn't worry over much as she rounded a corner. What greeted her was not Toby or Mike or Samantha, but a band of five or six people kicking a smaller person.
Chris didn't even have to think before she jumped in. Unfortunately for her she was out of her league. These anti-meta sympathisers were trained to fight. Forced to fall back on her powers or join the small kid on the ground, Chris choose. She reached out and embraced a power she hadn't touched since childhood. The rush of Life, like a black and white movie turning to color, took her breath away.
With her stone skin she easily took down the small hate group. With one of the unbroken cellphones she called 911 and left. But the feeling, the rush, didn't leave her. It waited just under her skin. As news reports of more extreme hate group attacks happened she felt more and more compelled to do something.
The idea slowly took hold and soon it became a goal. Chris cobbled together some old skiing gear and set it aside. Then finally, somehow, the courage to step out her door and help welled up inside.
As a young girl growing up Chris was spoiled being the youngest. She was able to get away with most everything. Luckily for her parents she seemed to come pre-installed with a fierce sense of right and wrong. Even as a little girl she found it hard to lie or to deceive her family. A trait that made her older siblings very protective of her. And surprisingly the only thing that Chris has misused. When she was young, very young, Chris found out about her particular ability to turn into stone.
Chris remembers the day vividly still. She had been playing outside and had fallen out of tree. She wasn't supposed to be climbing the big oak in back, but she had done it anyways. But she had climbed too high and lost her balance. She should have been seriously injured or dead. Instead she was fine. She remembered watching as grey covered her body. She remembers the child sized hole in the ground. She remembers the horror she felt as the grey retreated leaving her normal. But she wasn't normal.
Chris knew from all the days at church that people with powers were bad. God didn't give people powers like she had. So she kept them a secret because she didn't want to be a bad person. As Chris grew up she realized however that her powers weren't evil. They just were. It was up to her to use them for good or evil. Of course by that time she had come to the realization she was a teenager and far more interested in sex and dating than she was in her powers. Those were just annoying and something to keep secret. Boys and girls on the other hand...
Chris got good grades in High School despite the fact she spent most of her time chasing tail. At the age of eighteen she was accepted into a local college. She ended up dropping out after her first year much to her family's disappointment. But school just wasn't for her. She ended up working as a receptionist at a local furnace repair store. There she stayed for the next few years. She became very proficient at her job, but she wasn't happy. However despite that she was unable to find another job that would make her happy. Everything just kind of went down hill from there. She was dumped by her girlfriend, Lily, of three years. It was because of Chris' "lack of ambition".
The accusation hit Chris hard and knocked her into a depression. The dark mindset threatened to devour her whole and leave a stranger in it's wake.
Chris ended up losing her job due to her apathetic mindset. She started bouncing around from job to job with no real motivation other then that there were bills to pay. She worked any job from manual labor to cashiering to being apart of a call center. She just really didn't care where she ended up.
She was working at 7-11, one of the most cliche places to be down on her luck and working at, when the news broke of a supervillain. At first she ignored it along with her patrons. Because who really cared at this point. Just another megalomaniac set out of kill millions. Or the whole world. Either they'd succeed or they would. Chris just couldn't find it in herself to care anymore.
When it became apparent in the ensuing hours that Doctor Diplodoc had succeeded in creating even more supers, Chris just couldn't help the laugh that bubbled out of her. Artificially created superhuman. Like her but not like. In the ensuing chaos Chris thought about coming out as a meta but the quick backlash of hate stopped her. Not that it surprised her.
So she continued to work and kept her head down. She didn't cause any waves and just drifted through life. Of course life has a way of knocking you sideways when least expected. It was during a night shift for her security company. She was on foot patrol of a business complex when she heard raised voices.
Expecting to see the usual group of smokers, Chris didn't worry over much as she rounded a corner. What greeted her was not Toby or Mike or Samantha, but a band of five or six people kicking a smaller person.
Chris didn't even have to think before she jumped in. Unfortunately for her she was out of her league. These anti-meta sympathisers were trained to fight. Forced to fall back on her powers or join the small kid on the ground, Chris choose. She reached out and embraced a power she hadn't touched since childhood. The rush of Life, like a black and white movie turning to color, took her breath away.
With her stone skin she easily took down the small hate group. With one of the unbroken cellphones she called 911 and left. But the feeling, the rush, didn't leave her. It waited just under her skin. As news reports of more extreme hate group attacks happened she felt more and more compelled to do something.
The idea slowly took hold and soon it became a goal. Chris cobbled together some old skiing gear and set it aside. Then finally, somehow, the courage to step out her door and help welled up inside.
Hero Type:
Brick/Muscle / Shape Shifter
Power Level:
City Level
Powers:
Gargoyle Form
Chris has the ability to turn herself into stone at will.
- Stone skin
- When Chris transforms into stone she literally changes her skin into stone. This means her innards are still normal and not stone. When she talks about her ability she says she turns into stone, but that's not completely accurate.
- Stone Manipulation
- Chris can take stone from existing statues or formations and add it to her body while she's in her Gargoyle form. She's able to dictate where it goes and what shape it will take. (See bullet point below)
- Morphing capabilities
- While stone Chris can add more stone onto herself and use that stone to change her appearance. This can happen either by adding stone items such as arms, wings, armaments, etc. Or by making the stone make her look like someone else.
Another way to think of it is that the new stone acts as a sort of second layer that she can manipulate at will within about a three to five foot radius (The radius is kind of malleable. EX: If she makes herself wings that can extend up to ten feet on each side she can maintain them even though they technically extend outside her radius. However in order to do so she'd have to sacrifice all her other additional stone to just concentrate on the wings.
- While stone Chris can add more stone onto herself and use that stone to change her appearance. This can happen either by adding stone items such as arms, wings, armaments, etc. Or by making the stone make her look like someone else.
- Increased Strength
- While in her Gargoyle form Chris' strength is increased. She hasn't tested her upper limits but it appears to be about twice the normal human capacity. She can lift cars and hit hard enough to crack concrete.
- Increased resistance to injury
- Chris can take a lot more damage than normal people while as Gargoyle. She's far more resistant to physical attacks and some magical attacks. However due to her squishy innards, anything that can pierce her stone skin is just as dangerous to her and normal humans. Also Chris doesn't have any healing factor. If she gets damaged, the damage remains even when she returns to her human form. She cannot use other stone to repair damage done. She can give the illusion it does (but it really doesn't do anything for her). EG: Chris loses an arm, she can make herself a new one, but when she drops the stone she still is missing an arm.
Attributes:
Height
5'6"
Weight143lbs
Strength LevelNormal Human/ 20 tons
Speed/Reaction Timing LevelNormal Human/ Normal Human
Endurance at MAXIMUM EffortNormal Human/ Normal Human
AgilityNormal Human/ Normal Human or slower depending
IntelligenceAverage/ Average
Fighting SkillUntrained
Resources:
Minimal
Weaknesses:
Gargoyle Form
Weakness in her Gargoyle form
- Stone skin
- Her innards are still normal and not stone. If there's an attack that can penetrate her stone skin it will do damage to her.
- Stone Manipulation
- Chris can only work within a certain radius (3-5 feet) without sacrificing stone for showing off. Also the more bulk she adds on the less maneuverable she will be.
- Increased resistance to injury
- Chris doesn't have any healing factor as Gargoyle. If she gets damaged, the damage remains even when she returns to her human form. She cannot use other stone to repair damage done. She can give the illusion it does (but it really doesn't do anything for her). EG: Chris loses an arm, she can make herself a new one, but when she drops the stone she still is missing an arm. And will most likely bleed to death unless she seeks immediate medical attention.
Human Form
Weakness in her Human form
- Only Human
- She's just a normal squishy human with all the weakness that come with it. You know what those are!
Supporting Characters:
-Mother, 51, Clara
-Father, 53, Lewis
-Brother Eldest, 33, Mark
-Brother Older, 30, Devon
-Sister Older, 28, Whitney
-Ex, 25, Lily
-Friend, TBA
-Friend, TBA
-Father, 53, Lewis
-Brother Eldest, 33, Mark
-Brother Older, 30, Devon
-Sister Older, 28, Whitney
-Ex, 25, Lily
-Friend, TBA
-Friend, TBA
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It All Comes Tumbling Down
A turning pointLoud voices drifted over the night air. It wasn't a chilly night but it wasn't quite warm either. It was enough though to make Chris thankful that she had to walk around. If she stood in one place undoubtably she would be wishing she had brought a jacket.
Chris shifted her patrol path to the source of the voices. For the past couple of days she had caught some teenagers loitering about after dark and smoking. They were local kids and since they never caused any harm Chris just made them leave, after they picked up their cigarette butts, and didn't call the cops. Sure they got a little rowdy sometimes but that still didnt mean they weren't good kids.
"You guys. We've talked ab-" Chris cut off as she rounded the corner. Instead of seeing Tom, Mike and Samantha she was greeted with a small group. They were dressed in black with skii masks and had various weapons on them ranging from clubs to guns. Chris on the other hand had only a flashlight on her.
Two of the group turned to Chris. Their movement allowed her to see a small prone figure on the ground. Their face wasn't quite human looking. If Chris gambled she would have placed good money on the prone person being a newly created metahuman.
She snapped her eyes back up to the group, most likely one of the many hate groups that had sprung up like weeds after the "Pax Metahumana" event as the news had dubbed it. Sure there had been hate groups before, but nothing like this.
"Scram girly." A man growled in a low threatening voice.
Chris tightened her hold on the flashlight. "Why? So you can kill that kid?" She couldn't let that happen. She could let someone die when she could stop it.
"You a metabitch?" A decidedly feminine voice sing-songed.
Chris felt her lips curl. "No, I'm a decent human being. Unlike present company."
There was a few seconds of silence before the first male voice spoke again. "Her too." It wasn't directed towards Chris but it sealed her fate. Lightening fast one of the hate group punched her hard in the stomach. Chris doubled over gasping for breath. She could see out of the corner of her eye one of the club's swinging for her head.
Panic and fear filled her. She was going to die. She didn't want to die. If she had faith like her mother maybe she would have prayed to God. Instead she reached out to something she knew. Something deep within her. Something she had ignored and shoved away time and time again.
Stone slid over her like a blanket. An old friend returned. She heard the club snap against her head as she finally gulpped in a lungful of precious air.
"She's a meta!" Chris heard someone cry. She raised her head just in time to see guns being raised. She closed her eyes as the sharp bark of gun being fired hit her. The bullets pingged off her stone skin. The small chunks of dislodged stone hit the ground with the spent rounds. They all stared numbly at the site for a long heartbeat.
Then Chris smiled.