Identity: Rex Mason AKA "Metamorpho"
Origin: Rex Mason started out as your typical hired thug. Born and raised in Brooklyn by a single mother he was always a wild child. Bitter and arrogant, Rex was never much for school, not stupid, just had a serious lack of motivation. As slackers do he began messing with the wrong type of folks and soon ran away from his dingy apartment and began his life as exactly what he wanted. A low-life nobody who's only talents included beating guys up in back alleys for small sums of cash. Every punch and broken nose was his anger towards his deadbeat dad. His entire life centered around the next big pay. The next big "job". Then one day, he gets a strange letter from a secret government agency. Being as he was, Rex only saw numbers and soon found himself in an abandoned warehouse talking to a bunch of corporate suit and ties. He then found himself becoming an impromptu treasure hunter, sent out to find a long forgotten temple in the Amazon rain forest, known only as myth and legend. After being drugged, flown out on a little cargo plane and bring tossed out into the wild, he was a little shaken. This wasn't hoodlum Brooklyn anymore. Still Rex went for the money. He wound his way through a deep forest and saw something shiny. He walked over and next thing you know he had fallen two stories into a dark cavern. When he came too he saw a strange glowing, a bright red orb. Despite all better judgement he went to go grab it. It fused into his flesh, seemingly altering it into destabilized matter. When the pain finally stopped Rex found himself seemingly stronger. And faster. As he went to go pick his way out of the cavern he placed his hand on the stone wall, and to his surprise, found his arm turning the same stony granite as the wall. Metamorpho is born.
Character notes: well versed in fisticuffs
Street smart
Cunning
Arrogant
Short Tempered
Strong sense of justice
Proud
Powers: able to take any form of matter he touches, (solid or liquid), and change his entire or part of his body into that material,
-When in a liquid state, he retains his physical shape in the confines of his body, but is just in a liquid state
-He cannot sustain major shape changes for more than a few minutes at a time as his power is still developing,
-can change parts of his limbs into basic shapes, (spikes, clubs, etc.) but only for short bursts before they revert back to the original shape,
-has somewhat heightened physicsl strength, stamina and reflexes
-still feels pain even when he shapeshifts, (ex. If gets stabbed in liquid form, wont die, but still feels pain which can destabilize his powers)
-basic regeneration abilities if he can find same substance, (ex. If he changes to steel and gets his hand cut off, he can reform it but he needs more steel)
-can still move joints if in a heavy form such as stone or metal, but his speed is hindered due to the density of the material
-If his normal body is hurt he can reform it if he can use human tissue, just the same as his other regen powers
-gains strength and speed based on material he absorbs, denser material is stronger but slower, less dense is faster but weaker, (ex. If he absorbs metal he could at least roll a car if not lift it up, also can jump a reasonable height, maybe 10 feet, but if in liquid he can barely move anything and has physical force equal to the liquid, also can barely jump, but is very fast due to lower density of matter)
Appearance: Brown crew cut hair,
Strong jaw, very good looking,
Due to powers eyes change color to material he absorbs but normally are blue,
In very good physical condition, already tall and very athletic after powers he now looks like a linebacker,
About 6"5' and 270 lbs. All muscle.
Couple of scars from bar fights on his nose and cheeks.
Tends to wear leather jackets, blue jeans, combat boots, think biker type stuff.
Character difference: I believe this character is different because he may have many issues regarding his life, he is still just as noble as any other superhero but is also less cliche. He is much more real than the perfect Superman-esque character. His powers strengthen and hinder him, as does his want to do the right thing. He is a character that is by no means perfect, but can become better. His shortcomings may manifest themselves time and time again and his pride may be misguided, but he is always ready to help someone in need or beat the crap out of any super-villain trying to take over the world.
My goals: I want to create a character that is still a super hero, but isn't that good old mom and pop cliche. I want to create a character that isn't black and white or good and evil, but who comes out in gray and misguided good. I want to create a more real representation of humanity alongside the silly perfection of early American comic book heroes. I want to bring my own interpretation of 'everyday hero' into this RP.
Sample: Rex grinned to himself, his pearly white smile revealed a couple cracks from some past bouts. He flexed his massive arms as two hooded punks charged at him.
He dis patched one with a well rounded crack to the temple and tossed the other into the cold brick wall of the dark alley.
He could hear shouting as more guys charged around the dimly lit street corner. He put one of his hands to the ground, feeling a surge as the icy asphalt flowed into his arm.
He charged at the three guys hoofing it towards him, screaming as he flew at them. His huge concrete fist whacked one to the side as he put his boot to another, watching the poor guy heave as he was tossed to the ground.
The third guy was not so dumb. He pulled back as he saw his two companions get incapacitated with ease. He wrestled with his coat, pulling something from an inner pocket.
Rex knew what was going on.
"Now hold it. Nobody needs to get hurt here. Just walk away creampuff, and I won't have to hurt you."
"Fat chance freak," The hooded assailant cried as he whipped the small silver revolver into a steady position level with his shoulder.
Rex hit the ground as fadt as he could, will the hard gritty asphalt into his body as he then rolled towards the metal trashbin that sat haphazardly knocked over to one side of the brick walkway.
He heard a pop and a crack as he felt a sharp impact in his left shoulder.
He swung his arm catching the can in his hands just as there was another pop, right into his right thigh. He staggered, gritting his teeth from the pain. He felt his power waver for just a split second, his thigh turning back again, revealing deformed pressed flesh.
He quickly pulled himself back into full granite as he flung the trashbin, hitting the gunman like a truck and knocking him into a heap.
Rex winced as he slowly reformed his cracked physique. He felt his wounds reform as his hands drew from the asphalt.
"God", he thought to himself. "There's got to be an easier way to get the bills paid."