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Girard Babcock/Tank
Midtown

Girard could really pound the pavement once he got moving so the run to catch up didn't take particularly long, though he may have left a few cracks here or there on sharpish turns. It was pretty easy to figure out where he was going once he could hear the sirens and cruisers speeding after the criminals but he still had to close the distance. He had a feeling if anything the police might need some backup because as confident or trigger happy as they could be the wrong Variant(s) could wipe them out quick enough. Not a pleasant sight from his experience and also a reason he as actually willing to intervene to help them occasionally because the less casualties on both sides the better. It was the least he could do to maintain some civility around the city and keep something of a good image for his persona.

Tank heard what sounded like a small blast coming from a nearby alley entrance just ahead and figured he should take a second to scope out the situation. He peeked his helmeted head around the corner to see what looked like a knife against sword fight between a woman and a younger man who seemed to be holding his own for the moment. However his sights quickly focused on the rock man beating the snot out of a couple police officers.

Well guess I know where I'm needed for the moment. He chuckled before walking out to the street cracking his knuckles loudly.

"Hey Pebbles don't suppose your up for a real opponent huh? These officers have better things to do than deal with some nameless street thugs."

With that Girard jogged over towards Graffite planning to give him a proper shoulder charge to get him off and way from the police, last thing he needed was to step on one of them or something mid-fight.

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Donovan Macmillian/Abomination
Bywater

Donovan quietly grumbled every time he saw red and blue flashes from the streets or heard sirens from the cars moving about Bywater. They sure were making quite the appearance tonight over some robbery so it must be something important or valuable, well that was his guess anyway. At least since they hadn't pulled out the big guns yet so that meant it wasn't life or death for whatever people lost it though it might make the blues look bad if they lost it. Either way he was at least intrigued to see who one of the culprits was and if it was actually Underground or just media bull crap spewing everywhere and both options were entirely possible but knowing for sure would be an advantage.

It took a little bit to pick through this part of the district without getting spotted but he had gotten good at doing it safely an most importantly silently. As he got closer to where he assumed the police were searching a bit closer, Bywater had plenty of places to hide though so it would take them time to find exactly where, Don had Anthrax ascend up a building while he dropped a couple larger worms off in useful positions to cover his exit or help in a fight. Never being alone in the city was something he liked about his power and this sort of situation was a perfect use of his little comms network all linked to his mind. His suspicions were right though as he stuck to a darkened spot watching as one Variant...Nox something? The scaled woman looked vaguely familiar though he was freshly woken up so that didn't mean much. It was the other one giving a mini speech that he didn't know for certain but was probably a vigilante though powered or not wasn't obvious.

And give that probably hasn't been at this for too long, not real costume to speak of. Don thought it was kind of funny and felt the equivalent of a mental snap from Anthrax who wanted him to stay focused.

You are no fun at all some times.

While his five worms adjusted position he decided to see how this would play out from out of sight. If he needed or wanted to intervene he was ready to do so though he wasn't sure what to expect from the confrontation.

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Girard Babcock/Tank
Uptown

Girard sighed contentedly as he was well into packing away dinner for an after job treat. He and his current crew had got on the good side of the restaurant owner for some work on the building done over the past week or so, turns out they had done a better job than they thought so this was a bit of a reward on top of the pay. The big guy had taken his time while the rest decided to move on to bars closer to home so it was just him in his own corner for the time being. Sometimes it just felt good to enjoy the little things that came from helping out people plus it seemed like a quiet night so far right up until his phone started vibrating. He had an alarm set for any interesting news that happened to pop up and it seemed like his relaxation time was have to get cut short tonight.

The big man took a minute to shovel up what was left of his food while the report played giving him and idea of the situation not to mention what he could do from his position. He figured the only chance he really had to assist in a pinch was trying to run down the Variants coming his direction, they had a heavy hitter in the pair so it could be kinda fun too. "Heavy work day or not a little community service is definitely in order." He mumbled while getting up from his table giving a quick wave on his way out to the owner. Given that it was a foot chase he was expecting some alley running to try and throw off the police so it was a good thing he had gotten practiced in it too.

Dufflebag in hand the nearest unoccupied alleyway gave him the couple moments he needed to throw on his costume sliding the helmet into place last with a smile. Tank took off running in the general direction of the chase picking up some speed as he went looking to cut the pair off as best he could or disrupt them, little bit of shock and awe never hurt anyone too much. He'd just find a spot to toss his bag on the way somewhat out of sight quick because business had just picked up as he booked it using the wonders of momentum to his advantage.

The big guy wasn't entirely sure he'd make it but hell it was better than just letting some assholes get away unscathed for making a mess of people's night.

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Donovan Macmillian/Abomination
Bywater

The distant sound of sirens stirred a prone figure looming in one of the currently abandoned buildings nearby the Shanty. It was a decent place to hideout when vacant, living close to the slums wasn't a big attraction after all so it had openings once in awhile. Learning the cycle of the city is what had kept Donovan alive through the years though he very much wished it would be a silent one when he was trying to catch some winks in a relatively dry place. Of course this is city life after all and nothing can just be simple or easy.

"You have got to be kidding me...I swear these people can't keep trouble to themselves on decent night."

The host grumbled as he got himself up scanning about the dark room counting the small squirming lines of light around him somewhat pleased none had gotten any adventuring ideas while left to their own devices. A damn miracle in and of itself right there from his reckoning since the little ones were often quite curious but he usually managed to curb the worst of it so they stayed safe. He took a moment to focus his mind looking for one worm in particular who was probably already keeping tabs on what disturbed his sleep.

Well look who's got the perfect view up there Mr. Fly on the wall.

Don felt a wave of sarcasm followed by a note of urgency return as Anthrax panned around so his Host could get a better view of the flashing lights coming into Bywater from his perch on a roof a couple streets down.

Any idea who it is the blue brigade is chasing? Hope its just some normie punks who'll get caught soon.

Anthrax returned a mix of confirmation and negatory as well as a feeling of seriousness given the Variants running around lighting shit on fire which he transferred the newscast to Donovan to get him up to speed.

Abomination grunted in displeasure calling the rest of his nearby worms to him waiting for them to squeeze back in through he pores in his back, one feeling he doubted he would ever get used to, before getting his newest dark gray hoodie on to go have a look outside for himself. Who knows what with all the distraction he might be able to scrounge up an easy meal for himself depending on the situation. Could be Variants he knew or not which if they were and wanted help they knew the deal by now or if he didn't that was a new potential food source if he thought it would work out. Of course that was less likely but if anything it would make for a good show to make up for all the ruckus grating on his nerves.

On my way over, lets have us a look see at how this plays out.

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Girard Babcock

[N.O.V.A. Profile]

Name | Girard Babcock
Alias | Tank
Age | 27
Gender | Male
Appearance | 6'11" and weighs between 300lbs to 1200lbs depending on level of stress or power usage. Extremely muscular and bulky build.

Notoriety | Unknown(Girard), Wanted(Tank).
Class/Level | Brute Red Level.

Abilities | Supernaturally dense tissue resulting in a myriad of side effects many of which Girard does his best to control, suppress, or hide preferring just to be the big guy and not the big powered guy.

Super strength and stamina- Tank hardly knows his own limits but as far as stamina he manages to get through a whole work day and tends to walk or run most of the time to wherever he goes, then finally at night he does all of his vigilante shenanigans before he really feels fatigue hitting him. For strength he has managed to hold up support for a small building by himself and can easily move most city vehicles around by hand accounting for bulkiness but he has never really felt like he had to give it his all nor does he want too.

Extreme physical durability and increased weight- Tank can be said to be nigh on invulnerable to most conventional weaponry and physical forces as his body is either too thick/hard to crack or disperses force so well that has next to no effect on him at most times. This more or less allows him to act as his namesake, not to mention a wrecking ball, shrugging off incredible amounts of punishment while using his strength to return the favor to his opponents. Its entirely possible to harm him by other means like electricity, poison, or mental powers to name a few though it will definitely take more time and effort to injure him than an average person. His weight is both an advantage and detriment making him a walking wrecking ball combined with his durability but he has to be rather careful of his own momentum while moving about so as not to destroy or damage things by accident.

[Gear]
Attire | A dark green bomber jacket with a black undershirt and grey camouflage pants. He also wears an old military motorcycle helmet with a mask for identity protection.
Armament/Equipment | Tank tends to improvise weapons from his environment if need be.

[Temperament & Lifestyle]
Affiliation | Independent but open to cooperation.
Alignment | Benefactor.

Personality/Habits | Girard is a kind and thoughtful man who believes in doing the right thing even if there are ramifications. He can't help but be happy and content at most times as long as thing remain calm but he has a serious edge to anyone who starts endangering other people for personal gain or because they think they can, it makes him angry and nothing good has ever come pissing off the big man. The man tends to play off just how smart he actually is rather letting people think what they will of him while those closer to him know the truth. Then there is the side of him that feels like he is walking on eggshells with every step with just how much destruction he is capable of second guessing every action he makes. To keep some balance he tries to keep busy to focus on what good he can do now rather than the alternative.

Occupation/Trade | Freelance Construction/Handyman.

Skills/Talents | The big guy is a competent street fighter knowing how to use his size to press an advantage. Girard is also very good at noting structural integrity of a building and knows where and what walls or bits can be messed with to cause different effects. Like non load-bearing walls which he usually uses if he has to make a noisy entrance or the good old main support beam if he absolutely has to bring it down quickly. His love of woodworking has made him quite good at whittling and modeling which is his favorite hobby that he enjoy sharing.

Family | Deckard(Father), Ellen(Mother), April and Jeremiah(Younger Siblings).

Background | Girard's parents met at a local diner, Morning Glory, in New Haven and were know to be both stubborn and argumentative but generally goodhearted people even if they didn't expect to end up married with three kids later on. They managed to carve out a decent life in Ville Rouge sort of near The Shanty side by the time their first son was born and they were amazed by what they had. While Girard wouldn't have fully developed powers until he was well into his mid-teens they had an impact on his size from day one making life quite interesting for both his parents. He had a rather good life all things considered as they managed to have regular food and a roof over their heads even with the new babies though Deckard did have to ward off troublemakers occasionally but he was a large man with no hesitation to show the young'ins whats what. If his parents weren't there he was looking after them and would continue to do so through his life because his family was and is the most important thing to him. His parents actually bought the diner where they first met and it usually did well for a while but continually less people came when some local gang members started targeting it driving people away as well as making life harder for the family. Girard now with some years under his belt found out most of them were around his age and being the guy he was intervened once roughing a couple of them up in the process to which they stopped coming for a bit but it wouldn't last.

The leader had taken particular offense to it, his cousin having taken a beating in the intervention, came back and put several shots through the diner's front hitting a couple patrons as well as his brother also grazing his sister who was nearby. It was one of the few moments Girard couldn't recall because he rushed out after them in a rage having no intention of them getting away. He probably should have know it would be a trap but there was little to no thinking at the time in his mind when he walked into an opening in-between finding seven vengeful gangers though only the leader had a gun. Girard admits he remembers very little of what happened but it ended very badly for the seven who tried with everything they had to bring him down only to find they couldn't because he was shrugging off pipes, chains, hell even the leader's pistol barely left a mark on him with repeated shots. Most of the aggressors were on death's door before some semblance of control came back to the big man which horrified him. After he reined himself in he got out of there to go and check on his family who were glad to see him alive after his pursuit. It was part of the reason he would later become Tank but for some years it calmed down and law enforcement never caught on to what Girard did because of a lack of witnesses and the silence from the now imprisoned gangers who either were planning an eventual comeback or scared shitless by the semi some of them thought they got hit by and had no want to go anywhere near him again.

His brother and sister recovered, his brother lost some range of motion in his left arm but he lived, but things got back to being more normal if not more close between the family. It had occurred more than ever that Girard was something special and they told him that it was his choice how to handle his 'gift'. Of course he did his best to conceal if not so much hide it for a time not sure what to do but he would eventually seeing more and worse crimes as he got older. He couldn't let the horror that happened to his family just go on or show up else where especially not after one of his best friends nearly got mugged among other continued attempts on people he cared about or around him. Since then he has done his best to keep a good balance between being him and being Tank who is far less forgiving than him and has put more than a little fear into the cities criminal population. His efforts haven't been appreciated by all, particularly NOVA who would much rather have their own doing what he does, but he won't stop on that account. He hopes at one point or another that some of the other vigilantes and like minded variants might get together to tackle some of the bigger problems which would be the highlight of his day but until then so be it.

Donovan Macmillian

[N.O.V.A. Profile]

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Name | Donovan Macmillian
Alias | Abomination, its the one he hears the most.
Age | 24.
Gender | Male.

Appearance | 5'9" weighing only about 135lbs. He might look athletic if he wasn't quite so thin. His eyes and veins glow green lightly in the shade or dark and he has some rather large pores on his back, no he doesn't want to talk about them.

Notoriety | Wanted/Missing.
Class/Level | Amplifier/Natural, Yellow Level.

Abilities | Donovan is host to and controls about one hundred green-black worm creatures which are quite ravenous, not to mention with what is now a wide variety of poisons, toxins, and venom, even some acids flowing through them and him by extension. It has caused some large scale changes to his body to compensate though some are his own doing. Needless to say his symbiotes are excellent at digging but their jaws are filled to the brim with teeth capable of ripping through most animals, including humans, with ease though most are fairly small requiring them to mass to cause extensive damage. There are few that measure more than foot and a half long with the largest and oldest being three feet long, Don named him Anthrax as a bit of a joke and it stuck, while being shockingly intelligent as they seem to grow older due to connection with Donovan.

Enhanced metabolism and immune system- Don has been "blessed" with an appetite that could probably hold over three to four people give or take and his body is capable of breaking down said food/liquids extremely fast. In fact it happens too quickly and efficiently for most harmful substances to cause damage before they are digested, those that do however find a gauntlet of an immune system backing it up attacking all harmful invaders immediately or assimilating them to prevent further problems from that specific organism/material. This effectively allows him to heal faster as well since his body runs so much quicker than an average person but he is only marginally tougher to injure than one baseline. His symbiosis with the worms gave another perk in the form of total immunity to most poisons, toxins and venom though the only reason he is vulnerable to some is that his body hasn't been exposed to it yet.

Rapid evolution and adaption- This facet is often what allows him to survive in the elements. His body tends to instinctively adjust to the surrounding temperature and environment though it is usually internal like thickening of tissue in the winter for insulation. Those changes tend to be quite small requiring little energy expenditure but something like growth of regenerating chitin spines on an arm or excess storage glands, which Don finds extremely useful, takes much more effort and energy. The largest limitation of this particular point is how much available food/energy there is to allow for the changes which is the major reason Donovan hasn't done more potent ones.

Hive mind telepathy and control of the worms- Part of the symbiosis Don has with the worms is due to telepathy between him and all of them at once which at first confused him trying to sort which thoughts were his own among the wave of information. Over time he has found it allows him precision control of individuals and even lets him see what they see allowing him to know what better is going on around him. The most interesting side effect so far with this is his ability to send short messages to other people around him with it, though it has to be a simple sentence or it puts a lot of strain on his mind where his symbiotes don't. His control of the worms allows him to determine which changes and adaptations they do or don't get drawing from the same energy pool for himself. Between this and his adaptations Donovan has figured out how to develop a tremor sense for himself allowing him to feel vibrations around him and know the where and what of objects or people around him. A downside is if he decides to focus specifically on it his normal vision tends to get screwy for 5 to 10 minutes after.

[Gear]
Attire | A dark hooded coat or hoodie and some old torn up jeans are what he owns currently.
Armament/Equipment | Besides the worms, which are like a utility belt in their own right, he uses chitin spines to deploy one of his various venom's or poisons to paralyze/incapacitate or sometimes kill a target if he absolutely has to. Don is not against conventional weapons but he finds them more messy and less subtle.

[Temperament & Lifestyle]
Affiliation | Is thought to have ties to the Pariah Underground, or he might just know people in it.
Alignment | Maverick
Personality/Habits | Donovan tends to be a very cold and detached person to strangers though he warms up enough to ease victims of the criminals he deals with. Trust is not a well used part of his vocabulary nor is charity so the guy tends to do everything himself and has no qualms if it keeps him breathing for another day provided it doesn't cause too much trouble for other people but he doesn't believe for a second anyone would stick a neck out and do the same for him. He is very much the cynic and sarcastic to boot when he actually decides to involve himself with other people which has been more common recently but not something he entirely enjoys, it being far simpler to stay out of sight and mind.

However, if there is one thing he particularly hates it would be NOVA's pet attack dogs who have been sent to hunt people like him down several times before. To him the fact that Variants could allow themselves to be used like they are, not to mention the fact they don't seem opposed to it frustrates Don to no end. As for the rest of the powered community he tends to stay on neutral terms if possible though he has squared off with a few in the past. His overall tendency to stay out of the way and well hidden helps with this as far as hes concerned, not to mention when the visitors are looking for trouble. He has a soft spot for other Varients in his position, most of whom he figures are in even worse straits than him, and has been known to give them a place to rest in one of the safe spots he knows of to make things a bit easier.

Occupation/Trade | Homeless Scavenger, he refuses to beg.

Skills/Talents | If there is one man who knows the city's underground like the back of his hand, Don is definitely it, because he can get you damn near anywhere in the city via the various tunnels/passages underneath the streets. He is a good ear to the ground being able to pass for some random homeless guy or listening from below the streets and buildings where he tends to pick up useful information. Is quite good at enacting and detecting ambushes due to his powers but also years of practice using the very same tactic.

Family | Don's worms are all the family he cares to know now. He did have parents obviously, Mark and Nicole, as well as a younger brother Anthony but he cut all contact with them.

Background | Donovan was born an only child to his parents and while it doesn't seem like it now his life wasn't bad at that time having lived in Ville Rouge. They hadn't exactly been ready for him when he was born and ended up sacrificing a lot to keep him cared for but in that time they wouldn't have done it any other way. He made it easy for them too being cheerful and not needing much to keep entertained, just them being around usually perked him right up. It was a good thing too since for awhile there wasn't much to go around and the family went hungry a couple of times if either parent's work dried up. As time went on the situation improved when the father got a job in NOVA interviewing Variants who came in to register and it paid fairly well. It took up a fair bit of time away from his family but he was known as a compassionate but impartial man in most cases putting more stock in the person than the power which prevented some bad eggs from getting farther up the chain as well as letting some through who otherwise wouldn't have passed because he saw the good in them. It wasn't a popular position among his coworkers but he had less of an issue with powered people then most of them but didn't prevent him from doing his job well.

Don became a more competitive boy as he got older finding sports to his liking with the atmosphere but also science finding it equally interesting because he enjoyed how much there was to wrap his head around. He was particularly fond of running and swimming which both parents encouraged because he seemed to really enjoy it, not to mention it kept him healthy which was a concern as money for a doctor was short at the best of times. His mother ended up as a police officer during this time as more Variants were starting to pop up in the same area and crime began rising which wasn't too much of an issue at first but became worst as time went on. Unknown to the family his own powers were slowly beginning to creep out starting with notably his appetite getting larger which since he was still growing wasn't so surprising but the rate which it kept going was hinting at something more. Both parents tried to figure out if it was medical or not first without resorting to a doctor but he seemed perfectly healthy just hungrier than usual. There wasn't much spare time to check in on it as they're jobs were requiring more time as crime rates went up and over time his mother became more and more bitter with the powered population seeing casualties on the force as well as civilians in the face of the higher classed Variants. This had also begun effecting the father who was having more trouble distinguishing who could be trusted or not among the applicants not to mention how upset it had been making his wife colored his perception.

Donovan's worms had started appearing around the house some time later often trying to get access to food or just moving about, a couple had even killed a mouse in the kitchen while his father was home causing him to crush and kill most of them. This had actually caused his son some pain as every time the worms were threatened they ran back to him or his room and he had come to like them despite all the confusion they caused more or less because they were a part of him. He was still their son but eventually neither parent wanted anything to do with him and they tried to turn him in to NOVA to get rid of him. Needless to say Don felt extremely betrayed which led him to outright refuse to go along with that decision to which they tried to force him. Anthrax though not nearly the size he currently is retaliated alongside some of the more aggressive worms and gave their host enough time to get out before what was left of them followed suit. That was ten years earlier and Donovan has stopped acknowledging them as anything since almost never using his last name.

The boy then and man now have worked to survive living with no home or anyone to rely on but themselves which got easier as time passed. However, as much as Don sometimes wants to he cannot deny the fact he hates seeing other people get hurt so he helps where he can attacking and stealing from local criminals benefiting himself in the process while keeping the idiots on their toes. There are other like him wandering the tunnels or streets, more now than then, which makes him feel less alone in a way as he knows of a few small groups which he keeps semi-regular contact with and many other he knows of. Donovan has done his best to help out when it suited him as well as dodge the police/government workers hunting for people like him and has seen other Variants living more normal lives get their hands dirty to help clean up the streets which he respects but has yet to contact or work with any of them. Though he is more and more considering the idea recently but it would still take some convincing if they even bother to ask.

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Sweet. This is gonna be great.

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Took a bit of time but I spruced these up a bit.

Girard Babcock

[N.O.V.A. Profile]

Name | Girard Babcock
Alias | Tank
Age | 27
Gender | Male
Appearance | 6'11" and weighs between 300lbs to 1200lbs depending on level of stress or power usage. Extremely muscular and bulky build.

Notoriety | Unknown(Girard), Wanted(Tank).
Class/Level | Class 1, Red.

Abilities | Supernaturally dense tissue resulting in a myriad of side effects many of which Girard does his best to control, suppress, or hide preferring just to be the big guy and not the big powered guy.

Super strength and stamina- Tank hardly knows his own limits but as far as stamina he manages to get through a whole work day and tends to walk or run most of the time to wherever he goes, then finally at night he does all of his vigilante shenanigans before he really feels fatigue hitting him. For strength he has managed to hold up support for a small building by himself and can easily move most city vehicles around by hand accounting for bulkiness but he has never really felt like he had to give it his all nor does he want too.

Extreme physical durability and increased weight- Tank can be said to be nigh on invulnerable to most conventional weaponry and physical forces as his body is either too thick/hard to crack or disperses force so well that has next to no effect on him at most times. This more or less allows him to act as his namesake, not to mention a wrecking ball, shrugging off incredible amounts of punishment while using his strength to return the favor to his opponents. Its entirely possible to harm him by other means like electricity, poison, or mental powers to name a few though it will definitely take more time and effort to injure him than an average person. His weight is both an advantage and detriment making him a walking wrecking ball combined with his durability but he has to be rather careful of his own momentum while moving about so as not to destroy or damage things by accident.

[Gear]
Attire | A dark green bomber jacket with a black undershirt and grey camouflage pants. He also wears an old military motorcycle helmet with a mask for identity protection.
Armament/Equipment | Tank tends to improvise weapons from his environment if need be.

[Temperament & Lifestyle]
Affiliation | Independent but open to cooperation.
Alignment | Benefactor.

Personality/Habits | Girard is a kind and thoughtful man who believes in doing the right thing even if there are ramifications. He can't help but be happy and content at most times as long as thing remain calm but he has a serious edge to anyone who starts endangering other people for personal gain or because they think they can, it makes him angry and nothing good has ever come pissing off the big man. The man tends to play off just how smart he actually is rather letting people think what they will of him while those closer to him know the truth. Then there is the side of him that feels like he is walking on eggshells with every step with just how much destruction he is capable of second guessing every action he makes. To keep some balance he tries to keep busy to focus on what good he can do now rather than the alternative.

Occupation/Trade | Freelance Construction/Handyman.

Skills/Talents | The big guy is a competent street fighter knowing how to use his size to press an advantage. Girard is also very good at noting structural integrity of a building and knows where and what walls or bits can be messed with to cause different effects. Like non load-bearing walls which he usually uses if he has to make a noisy entrance or the good old main support beam if he absolutely has to bring it down quickly. His love of woodworking has made him quite good at whittling and modeling which is his favorite hobby that he enjoy sharing.

Family | Deckard(Father), Ellen(Mother), April and Jeremiah(Younger Siblings).

Background | Girard's parents met at a local diner, Morning Glory, in New haven and were know to be both stubborn and argumentative but generally goodhearted people even if they didn't expect to end up married with three kids later on. They managed to carve out a decent life in Mid-town sort of near The Shanty side by the time their first son was born and they were amazed by what they had. While Girard wouldn't have fully developed powers until he was well into his mid-teens they had an impact on his size from day one making life quite interesting for both his parents. He had a rather good life all things considered as they managed to have regular food and a roof over their heads even with the new babies though Deckard did have to ward off troublemakers occasionally but he was a large man with no hesitation to show the young'ins whats what. If his parents weren't there he was looking after them and would continue to do so through his life because his family was and is the most important thing to him. His parents actually bought the diner where they first met and it usually did well for a while but continually less people came when some local gang members started targeting it driving people away as well as making life harder for the family. Girard now with some years under his belt found out most of them were around his age and being the guy he was intervened once roughing a couple of them up in the process to which they stopped coming for a bit but it wouldn't last.

The leader had taken particular offense to it, his cousin having taken a beating in the intervention, came back and put several shots through the diner's front hitting a couple patrons as well as his brother also grazing his sister who was nearby. It was one of the few moments Girard couldn't recall because he rushed out after them in a rage having no intention of them getting away. He probably should have know it would be a trap but there was little to no thinking at the time in his mind when he walked into an opening in-between finding seven vengeful gangers though only the leader had a gun. Girard admits he remembers very little of what happened but it ended very badly for the seven who tried with everything they had to bring him down only to find they couldn't because he was shrugging off pipes, chains, hell even the leader's pistol barely left a mark on him with repeated shots. Most of the aggressors were on death's door before some semblance of control came back to the big man which horrified him. After he reined himself in he got out of there to go and check on his family who were glad to see him alive after his pursuit. It was part of the reason he would later become Tank but for some years it calmed down and law enforcement never caught on to what Girard did because of a lack of witnesses and the silence from the now imprisoned gangers who either were planning an eventual comeback or scared shitless by the semi some of them thought they got hit by and had no want to go anywhere near him again.

His brother and sister recovered, his brother lost some range of motion in his left arm but he lived, but things got back to being more normal if not more close between the family. It had occurred more than ever that Girard was something special and they told him that it was his choice how to handle his 'gift'. Of course he did his best to conceal if not so much hide it for a time not sure what to do but he would eventually seeing more and worse crimes as he got older. He couldn't let the horror that happened to his family just go on or show up else where especially not after one of his best friends nearly got mugged among other continued attempts on people he cared about or around him. Since then he has done his best to keep a good balance between being him and being Tank who is far less forgiving than him and has put more than a little fear into the cities criminal population. His efforts haven't been appreciated by all, particularly NOVA who would much rather have their own doing what he does, but he won't stop on that account. He hopes at one point or another that some of the other vigilantes and like minded variants might get together to tackle some of the bigger problems which would be the highlight of his day but until then so be it.

Donovan Macmillian

[N.O.V.A. Profile]

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Name | Donovan Macmillian
Alias | Abomination, its the one he hears the most.
Age | 24.
Gender | Male.

Appearance | 5'9" weighing only about 135lbs. He might look athletic if he wasn't quite so thin. His eyes and veins glow green lightly in the shade or dark and he has some rather large pores on his back, no he doesn't want to talk about them.

Notoriety | Wanted/Missing.
Class/Level | Class 6, Yellow.

Abilities | Donovan is host to and controls about one hundred green-black worm creatures which are quite ravenous, not to mention with what is now a wide variety of poisons, toxins, and venom, even some acids flowing through them and him by extension. It has caused some large scale changes to his body to compensate though some are his own doing. Needless to say his symbiotes are excellent at digging but their jaws are filled to the brim with teeth capable of ripping through most animals, including humans, with ease though most are fairly small requiring them to mass to cause extensive damage. There are few that measure more than foot and a half long with the largest and oldest being three feet long, Don named him Anthrax as a bit of a joke and it stuck, while being shockingly intelligent as they seem to grow older due to connection with Donovan.

Enhanced metabolism and immune system- Don has been "blessed" with an appetite that could probably hold over three to four people give or take and his body is capable of breaking down said food/liquids extremely fast. In fact it happens too quickly and efficiently for most harmful substances to cause damage before they are digested, those that do however find a gauntlet of an immune system backing it up attacking all harmful invaders immediately or assimilating them to prevent further problems from that specific organism/material. This effectively allows him to heal faster as well since his body runs so much quicker than an average person but he is only marginally tougher to injure than one baseline. His symbiosis with the worms gave another perk in the form of total immunity to most poisons, toxins and venom though the only reason he is vulnerable to some is that his body hasn't been exposed to it yet.

Rapid evolution and adaption- This facet is often what allows him to survive in the elements. His body tends to instinctively adjust to the surrounding temperature and environment though it is usually internal like thickening of tissue in the winter for insulation. Those changes tend to be quite small requiring little energy expenditure but something like growth of regenerating chitin spines on an arm or excess storage glands, which Don finds extremely useful, takes much more effort and energy. The largest limitation of this particular point is how much available food/energy there is to allow for the changes which is the major reason Donovan hasn't done more potent ones.

Hive mind telepathy and control of the worms- Part of the symbiosis Don has with the worms is due to telepathy between him and all of them at once which at first confused him trying to sort which thoughts were his own among the wave of information. Over time he has found it allows him precision control of individuals and even lets him see what they see allowing him to know what better is going on around him. The most interesting side effect so far with this is his ability to send short messages to other people around him with it, though it has to be a simple sentence or it puts a lot of strain on his mind where his symbiotes don't. His control of the worms allows him to determine which changes and adaptations they do or don't get drawing from the same energy pool for himself. Between this and his adaptations Donovan has figured out how to develop a tremor sense for himself allowing him to feel vibrations around him and know the where and what of objects or people around him. A downside is if he decides to focus specifically on it his normal vision tends to get screwy for 5 to 10 minutes after.

[Gear]
Attire | A dark hooded coat or hoodie and some old torn up jeans are what he owns currently.
Armament/Equipment | Besides the worms, which are like a utility belt in their own right, he uses chitin spines to deploy one of his various venom's or poisons to paralyze/incapacitate or sometimes kill a target if he absolutely has to. Don is not against conventional weapons but he finds them more messy and less subtle.

[Temperament & Lifestyle]
Affiliation | Is thought to have ties to the Pariah Underground, or he might just know people in it.
Alignment | Maverick
Personality/Habits | Donovan tends to be a very cold and detached person to strangers though he warms up enough to ease victims of the criminals he deals with. Trust is not a well used part of his vocabulary nor is charity so the guy tends to do everything himself and has no qualms if it keeps him breathing for another day provided it doesn't cause too much trouble for other people but he doesn't believe for a second anyone would stick a neck out and do the same for him. He is very much the cynic and sarcastic to boot when he actually decides to involve himself with other people which has been more common recently but not something he entirely enjoys, it being far simpler to stay out of sight and mind.

However, if there is one thing he particularly hates it would be NOVA's pet attack dogs who have been sent to hunt people like him down several times before. To him the fact that Variants could allow themselves to be used like they are, not to mention the fact they don't seem opposed to it frustrates Don to no end. As for the rest of the powered community he tends to stay on neutral terms if possible though he has squared off with a few in the past. His overall tendency to stay out of the way and well hidden helps with this as far as hes concerned, not to mention when the visitors are looking for trouble. He has a soft spot for other Varients in his position, most of whom he figures are in even worse straits than him, and has been known to give them a place to rest in one of the safe spots he knows of to make things a bit easier.

Occupation/Trade | Homeless Scavenger, he refuses to beg.

Skills/Talents | If there is one man who knows the city's underground like the back of his hand, Don is definitely it, because he can get you damn near anywhere in the city via the various tunnels/passages underneath the streets. He is a good ear to the ground being able to pass for some random homeless guy or listening from below the streets and buildings where he tends to pick up useful information. Is quite good at enacting and detecting ambushes due to his powers but also years of practice using the very same tactic.

Family | Don's worms are all the family he cares to know now. He did have parents obviously, Mark and Nicole, as well as a younger brother Anthony but he cut all contact with them.

Background | Donovan was born an only child to his parents and while it doesn't seem like it now his life wasn't bad at that time having lived in Ville Rouge. They hadn't exactly been ready for him when he was born and ended up sacrificing a lot to keep him cared for but in that time they wouldn't have done it any other way. He made it easy for them too being cheerful and not needing much to keep entertained, just them being around usually perked him right up. It was a good thing too since for awhile there wasn't much to go around and the family went hungry a couple of times if either parent's work dried up. As time went on the situation improved when the father got a job in NOVA interviewing Variants who came in to register and it paid fairly well. It took up a fair bit of time away from his family but he was known as a compassionate but impartial man in most cases putting more stock in the person than the power which prevented some bad eggs from getting farther up the chain as well as letting some through who otherwise wouldn't have passed because he saw the good in them. It wasn't a popular position among his coworkers but he had less of an issue with powered people then most of them but didn't prevent him from doing his job well.

Don became a more competitive boy as he got older finding sports to his liking with the atmosphere but also science finding it equally interesting because he enjoyed how much there was to wrap his head around. He was particularly fond of running and swimming which both parents encouraged because he seemed to really enjoy it, not to mention it kept him healthy which was a concern as money for a doctor was short at the best of times. His mother ended up as a police officer during this time as more Variants were starting to pop up in the same area and crime began rising which wasn't too much of an issue at first but became worst as time went on. Unknown to the family his own powers were slowly beginning to creep out starting with notably his appetite getting larger which since he was still growing wasn't so surprising but the rate which it kept going was hinting at something more. Both parents tried to figure out if it was medical or not first without resorting to a doctor but he seemed perfectly healthy just hungrier than usual. There wasn't much spare time to check in on it as they're jobs were requiring more time as crime rates went up and over time his mother became more and more bitter with the powered population seeing casualties on the force as well as civilians in the face of the higher classed Variants. This had also begun effecting the father who was having more trouble distinguishing who could be trusted or not among the applicants not to mention how upset it had been making his wife colored his perception.

Donovan's worms had started appearing around the house some time later often trying to get access to food or just moving about, a couple had even killed a mouse in the kitchen while his father was home causing him to crush and kill most of them. This had actually caused his son some pain as every time the worms were threatened they ran back to him or his room and he had come to like them despite all the confusion they caused more or less because they were a part of him. He was still their son but eventually neither parent wanted anything to do with him and they tried to turn him in to NOVA to get rid of him. Needless to say Don felt extremely betrayed which led him to outright refuse to go along with that decision to which they tried to force him. Anthrax though not nearly the size he currently is retaliated alongside some of the more aggressive worms and gave their host enough time to get out before what was left of them followed suit. That was ten years earlier and Donovan has stopped acknowledging them as anything since almost never using his last name.

The boy then and man now have worked to survive living with no home or anyone to rely on but themselves which got easier as time passed. However, as much as Don sometimes wants to he cannot deny the fact he hates seeing other people get hurt so he helps where he can attacking and stealing from local criminals benefiting himself in the process while keeping the idiots on their toes. There are other like him wandering the tunnels or streets, more now than then, which makes him feel less alone in a way as he knows of a few small groups which he keeps semi-regular contact with and many other he knows of. Donovan has done his best to help out when it suited him as well as dodge the police/government workers hunting for people like him and has seen other Variants living more normal lives get their hands dirty to help clean up the streets which he respects but has yet to contact or work with any of them. Though he is more and more considering the idea recently but it would still take some convincing if they even bother to ask.

The Anomalous Chronicles (working title)

Can't say no to a good buddy.

Heroes Reborn: Year Six (OPEN)

Woo!

Your Friendly Neighborhood Government Sanctioned Superheroes

Joseiah always thought it was a bit interesting to try and joke around with Yatzil even if some of the humor went over her head. Couldn't blame the woman from being from an entirely different era so more than a couple things simply didn't translate far as he knew but it didn't seem to bother her at least. He was happy to confirm they were good for either activity which meant it was time to pick their poison and honestly the iceman was bummed about missing out on the fighting earlier so that seemed to be the more exciting choice. It was a good option to let some aggression out on for both of them, though in his case he didn't really hate the machines. He found it hard to quite match that same enthusiasm Yatzil had for combat usually but he was quite ready this time.

"Alright, lets send one of those robots into the Ice Age then. I'm sure you can find something to pull out of it too." Josey said with bright smile.

He got the Horizon security to get his dampeners off after a few moments as they tended to take they're time. The moment the bracelets were off the air directly around him started cooling down to freezing letting him form a simple suit of ice armor with a shield and mace to match.

"Warrior of Winter huh? Cool idea." Joseiah said now truly ready to get the show on the road with his powers at the ready.

He figured a nice setting of ten given that they were two would do them well so they got a decent fight out of it but not feeling like struggling the whole time. If his partner wanted to turn it up further he'd go for it, either way this was going to be worth the time.

Heroes Reborn - A DCAU Roleplay (Always open!)

December 25th, 2:50am.
Conowingdo Dam, Maryland.

Girard waited patiently continuing to think on the issue at hand figuring if Grim was gonna figure out a solution it might take a minute anyway. He did turn to listen to Velocity's question to him and then to Emerald Knight getting a sort of picture of her general idea. It could work, he was sure that if he could launch himself that high it wouldn't be all that difficult to get someone shorter and lighter, plus all things considered it would look really damn cool pulling off another team maneuver like the one before. So fuck it, why not?

"Pretty sure I could manage that throw for ya if that's what we're doing." He said first looking at her then up above and finally back down at those involved in the planning.

Tank liked the sound of it at first and with EK and Zoey also agreeing to the new plan the big man was all for it. He could definitely help afterwards too maybe helping to force down whichever god so the ground team could get a proper hold. This seemed more and more like it could work with everyone's part in place. There was a certain pride to all of them pulling together like this to do crazy shit no one of them could do alone, and it made him happy. The big guy walked over to Velocity standing nearby prepared for what was going to be a pretty good time.

"I'm ready whenever you guys are. Lets finish this up properly eh?" Girard said waiting for the speedster to give him the go ahead and he would send her flying as close as he could get to the fight above which didn't take more than a moment.

Girard hefted the woman up over his shoulder balancing the still standing heroine on his hand before he drew back and hurled her with all the force he could muster up towards the ensuing fight. Was going to rate at one of the longest throws he had ever done after this, well the longest for sure, the big guy just hoped it all went to plan.

Your Friendly Neighborhood Government Sanctioned Superheroes

Joseiah was already thoroughly pleased with who had shown up so far figuring it could only look up if even Silas came around, his buddy would be doing basics if Dawn had his way most likely especially with the little speech he gave about it, the big guy had a heart as big as his ego hiding until just the right moments. He had a feeling more were coming but they hadn't arrived quite yet so it was just a matter of time before they could get the show on the road and it was good a time as any to get his armor off. Like Ricardo's little detour for talking with Valora after some greeting on the way got him wondering if the woman would follow through with it. She was good company to have even if her nerves could get the best of her.

Luckily it wasn't too much longer before Eliott had arrived in a mood the Ice man had yet to see as she zipped between him and the others. The sudden energy was a little surprising not to mention the outward shift from how she normally was, he'd heard about it once or twice but you had to see this to believe it. Her mention of Draig, to which Ricardo practically shook the place, and joking right back at him was pretty funny he had to admit not to mention her reaction to Onyx. There was a bit of concern when the woman hung from Silas like a tree with some rather heavy handed flirting and Josey knew exactly what was going to happen before the poor guy started to panic. Dawn was busy setting up some extra equipment as well as explaining the exercise regime finding it amusing while he moved over into view of his friend giving him a silent reminder to breath genuinely worried about Sleeper.

To his surprise, or maybe not on reflection, Alice had managed to sneak in vocalizing her concern about the scene as well, Onyx on the other hand was really not helping the matter making comments as he was. Of course that was right up until Valora walked in and while he did give a warm smile in return to her entry it didn't occur to him immediately that there was walking and talking nightmare fuel present. It turned into even more of a shit show as Victory had to escort the now immobilized woman out but Silas did get let go now able to leave by Eliott who seemed just a bit annoyed now refocused on wanting to fight one of the robots Ricardo had set down, he hadn't entirely noticed what they were in all of the kerfuffle.

The whole exercise get together had been broken up somewhat with Silas and Valora gone, he was a bit thankful Victory found the time to come back to keep a bit of order which was probably needed. Just as two of them left though Jane and Yatzil appeared to replace them which was pretty nice for the moment at least they both got a wave and smile. He'd have to check on the others later but for now it was better to get all this out of the way now, it'd give some time for things to settle down as he saw it. Dawn had been suggesting a round against him and Yatzil which while he wouldn't have minded he could hardly blame him for giving Alkaline some extra attention. Finding someway to train a blob wasn't something he could figure out himself but he knew Ricardo would try regardless.

"You two have a good time then." Joseiah said to Dawn and Jane . "Well I'm still up for a bit of practice or running either way. Those robots sure do give a chilly reception. What do you think?" He asked to Yatzil figuring they could get a laugh out of this somewhere.

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