Name: T'Challa Alias: The Black Panther Age: 22 years of age. Gender: Male Role: Field Leader Previous Affiliation: Formerly, he was a part of the Avengers. Power(s):
After rigorous training for the majority of his rather fulfilling life, T'Challa has since achieved peak human ability within his body. Only after eating the heart-shaped herb, has his body transcended peak human ability, and has since transcended into superhuman limits. His strength, speed, stamina, durability, agility, reflexes, and healing are all at superhuman levels, allowing him to perform feats and accomplish things that no human could ever hope to match.
His strength allows him to throw fully grown men with absolute ease, tear metal asunder with his bare hands, and even go physical blow to blow with superhuman foes. His speed, endurance, and agility are both likewise enhanced, with T'Challa being able to attack faster than the eye can see, and even blitz trained gunmen before they could pull the trigger. T'Challa's agility, balance, flexibility, dexterity, and bodily coordination are the combined agility and acrobatic prowess of the most accomplished circus aerialists and acrobats. His reflexes are so efficient that he can dodge and deflect point blank gun fire, and dodge bullets from machine guns and sniper rifles.
T'Challa is able to regenerate injured tissue and brain cells to an extraordinary degree, heal broken bones, torn muscles, but is unable to regenerate missing limbs or organs. He is immune to all Earthly diseases, infections and disorders, impervious to gas attacks, poisons, and nerve-toxins of any kind and completely resistant to diseases. Similarly, T'Challa's skin, bone, and muscle tissues are augmented to levels that are considerably stronger and harder than humans.
T'Challa can see with greater clarity and greater distances than an ordinary human. His vision extends into the ultraviolet and infrared areas of the electromagnetic spectrum, allowing him to see in near-total darkness and retain the same level of clarity. T'Challa's hearing is similarly enhanced, enabling him to detect sounds normal humans can't and sounds they ordinarily could but at much greater distances. T'Challa can memorize tens of thousands of scents. His sense of smell enables him to recognize people/objects by scent, even if they are well hidden. He can track a target by scent and track them to the exact location, can smell fear, and detect if someone is lying by change in body odor. T'Challa's sense of taste is sensitive to the point that he is able to taste the exact ingredients of any particular food he is eating.
Skills:
A polymath super genius with a photographic memory, T'Challa is young, but incredibly smart, already ranking as one of the eight smartest people on Earth. He already has three PhDs in different subjects from Oxford University, and his genius is recognized by some of the greatest minds in these day and age. Because of his sharp brain and experience with leading the Wakanda Military, T'Challa is a genius tactician, strategist, and leader, and will continue to develop these skills as he grows older. He was taught tactics and strategies in his youth by his father who encouraged him to always think two steps ahead of his enemies and three steps ahead of his friends.
As far as combat goes, T'Challa has been groomed to be a warrior from birth. An expert in almost all forms of armed and unarmed combat, and a master of all martial arts including African and unknown forms. He is an expert of stealth, disguise, ambush, etc. Due to his already prodigious ability, and his limitless potential, he has been recognized and is highly respected by some of the world's best heroes and villains, despite his very young age. His abilities allows him to defeat other strong beings in both one vs one, and group combat, with T'Challa attacking in a frenzy of dangerous moves and techniques. He uses a mixture of animal mimicry, and a melting pot of other dangerous martial art forms when he fights. This, combined with his dangerous equipment, truly makes T'Challa a lethal opponent.
Equipment:
The Black Panther suit is made of a vibranium microweave mesh. It can negate and/or lessen powerful kinetic based attacks such as bullets shots, penetrating blades, and crushing blows. The lenses in the mask cuts visual glare, and enhances the Panther's natural night vision. The lenses also allows him to see in infra-red and other visual spectrum.
The golden, retractable claws in the gloves and boots are made of Antarctic Vibranium-based "Anti-Metal" that can break down basically all metals at the molecular level. The claws also have the ability to emit small energy blades from the tip, as well as launch them as projectiles [See above image].
Energy regulators creates varying fields from the Vibranium in the molded soles of the boots of his suit, enabling Panther to survive a fall of incredible heights and land like a cat. The Panther can also scale walls or skim across water with the boots. The field can be also used offensively to shatter or weaken objects, or defensively to rob incoming objects of their momentum.
T'Challa also possess vibranium energy daggers;; an ornate hilt carved of ivory, connected to an energy-generated blade that can be set to stun or kill. The energy blades can be handled like either a physical knife or fired like darts, and regenerated repeatedly. They can also be shaped into other various weapons like a spear, by connecting the knives by the hilts.
The cloak connected to his suit can be elongated, shortened or eliminated with a thought, and the entire costume can be covered by the cloak, which can then be digitally transformed into everday clothes.
T'Challa also has the Kimoyo Card within his possession, an extremely powerful and versatile PDA. It functions similarly to the SHIELD's communicards, but with many more practical applications.
Personality: Calm, focused, intelligent.
History: The advanced and prosperous nation of Wakanda...Glorious, prosperous, and ruled by the almighty and skilled T'Chaka. A military commander, the King of the Nation, and the then powerful and prodigious Black Panther, the man obviously had a lot going for him. When there was signs of his wife being pregnant with his first and only son, the one and only T'Challa, he was overjoyed, finally having a worthy heir to his golden throne. His duties as the Black Panther was finally relinquished, in favour of fully committing his time to serving his Nation, and raising his son to be the best of the best - to eventually take over his legacy. As it was, this was how T'Challa was raised - as the best of the best. Born to be a warrior, king, and hero, T'Challa was put to the test as soon as it became physically efficient to do so. Exercise, conditioning, weaponry training, unarmed training, educational tutoring;; it was all gone over and nailed into the young prodigy's head, with hardly any playtime. Sure, he had peace of mind - fitful rests and a luxurious life whenever he was not training, but other than that, life was very stressful - only the natural duty of protection that T'Challa possessed kept him from burning out.
Due to his training and skill, T'Challa took his own Rite of Passage at the young age of ten, sent out to roam the land in search of his own inner peace. As he explored the wilderness, over the months, T'Challa kept up his training - now a routine that his body instinctively does, while also meeting interesting and dangerous characters throughout his journey. Months turned to two years, and eventually, T'Chaka sent out scouts to find, track, and bring home his son. They found T'Challa within the unscouted wilderness North of Wakanda, deep within the jungle, accompanied by two large, wild black panthers. The boy only wielded a rudimentary spear and two daggers, all forged out of a durable and sharp metal that was quite common within the caves near Wakanda. He was eating the carcass of a sabre-tooth tiger - the Wakanda soldiers couldn't even approach the campfire, in fear of the growling panthers that seemed quite ready to rip out their throats. Eventually, T'Challa came back with the scouts, and was debriefed by his father, who was both proud and angry at his son for taking so long. The councilmen of the Wakanda Government saw fit to test T'Challa survival skills within the rings, to see if he truly gained the killer instinct and inner peace he seemed to have developed whilst within the wilds. The thirteen year old promptly defeated, with extreme efficiency, all of the competitors, be it if they grouped on him, or if it was simply a fair, one vs one duel. They were grown men - soldiers of the Wakanda army, and a child managed to defeat them. Although humbled, they were proud of their prince, and after the fights were over, T'Challa was praised within the Halls. Time passed, and his life continued in it's destined direction.
Now within his teenage years, T'Challa took a break from the Kingdom and his constant training, to visit the American continent, on political immunity. There, he met major government officials with his father, and made many allies with his maturity and natural intelligence. Of course, assassins were sent his way, but with both his personal guards and his own skills, each assassin was defeated promptly, and either killed or arrested. In the American lands, T'Challa visited many different universities, expanding his already broad knowledge in different areas and subjects, but eventually, he settled down in Oxford University, learning many different arts and sciences, before finally earning his own PhD - and then, coming back only a year later to earn two more in other subjects. This feat, documented and praised, was something virtually unheard of, surpassing even Tony Stark's own record by a few years. While the technological genius, Stark, graduated a university at the age of seventeen, T'Challa finished three different PhDs at the age of fifteen, before going back to his country and leaving the American press impressed and awed.
It was at this point in his life, that tragedy began to rear it's ugly head. His father was murdered, in cold blood, by a man known as 'Klaw'. A long-time enemy to the Wakanda throne. It was done over a battle about the extremely rare metal known as 'Vibranium', located only within Wakanda itself. Struck by grief and mourning, T'Challa allowed his mother to take temporary reign of the country, whilst he took ample time to grieve, before training himself even harder, with one goal in mind - vengeance. He left Wakanda for a couple of years, extending his training to many different countries and nations throughout the world, while his country waited patiently for the Prince to return. Eventually, he did, and committed himself to the journey of the King. To find the sacred Heart-Shaped herb, and become the Black Panther, and the King of his Tribe. He was eighteen years old, and completely ready for the task. Whilst searching, he was captured by an army of A.I.M. soldiers, an organized group of international science-terrorists, angered and frustrated by the Wakanda's constant rejection towards funding their inhumane experiments. Whilst imprisoned, T'Challa was going to be executed by his once dear friend, whom changed his mind at the last minute and helped the young Prince with escaping. Joined together, they utilized stealth and ambush tactics to completely eviscerate the A.I.M. army, who then retreated from the unknown adversaries, leaving behind the herb that they had found and kept hidden away - the one that would grant T'Challa what he was destined for. As he brought the herb back to his camp, he was going to consume the herb, only to be sneak-attacked by the Black Panther of the time, an unknown adversary. His former comrade that helped him defeat the A.I.M. soldiers had went back to Wakanda to confess for his crimes, and so, T'Challa defeated the Black Panther on his own, as it should have been, before taking his rightful spot as the new Black Panther.
He returned to Wakanda, to enormous applause, and a nation-wide parade and celebration in his honor. The new King of Wakanda, and the new Black Panther. There, his life of being a King, and a hero to mankind, began.
Other/Notes:T'Challa is a young man of 6'2", weighing in at 210lbs. He has a noticeable accent, but his English and grammar are both immaculate, and his accent only adds character, without making his speech garbled or confusing.
Quick question;; About how...advanced has weaponry developed in this role-play? I don't plan on having Crisis carry around plasmic cannons or whatever, but I just wanted to know for future reference.
He is, technically, 37, but the experimentation has put him back in prime shape and has slowed his aging. Physically, he is in his early 20s.
Gender
Male
Physical appearance
Underneath the mask and intimidating, sleek costume, Ezekiel is a tall, caramel-colored man with an angular, strong jaw, sharp, inhuman blue eyes, and shortly-tapered hair that is fit for military action. He has grown a bit of a scruffy beard/scuffle over time, and has seen no real reason to cut it, as it doesn't affect any missions. A long, slightly red scar still stretches along his jawline, from a knifing incident way back when, and he also has a few scars dotting his body - scars that even his new healing factor could not shake off. As for his physique, Ezekiel appears to be in the prime of human shape, despite his actual physical abilities being beyond that of a human. Lean and muscular, with broad shoulders and calloused hands.
Personality
Well...Ezekiel isn't what...actually, he is, sort of, what you'd expect. Cold, emotionally distant, heartless...these are all what you'd expect when you gaze into the skull-painted mask of the assassin. You'd be right, in some regards. Ezekiel is, in fact, cold, emotionally distant, and heartless? Well, to a degree. See, he views life as something that should not be treasured, but as something that should be utilized and lived for a certain purpose, until you died and was sent into the gratifying darkness of peace. That's what he wants, in the end...silence and peace, even if he has to crush a few eggshells on the way.
A man that keeps to himself unless he feels the need to interact, Ezekiel is sharp-witted and extremely focused, with a dark, wry sort of aura to him that showcases that he's not one to be trifled with. He's not pure quiet and grimness, however. He does have a macabre, sarcastic humor, and this comes out whenever he feels the need to showcase it. He doesn't live to make anyone proud or like him, and he speaks his mind with cold, blunt indifference, unless there is truly a reason to be respectful and subtle to the person he is speaking to. This, combined with his realism, makes him seem like something of a pessimist to more optimistic people, but that doesn't really matter to him. Not much does. Despite seeming disloyal, Ezekiel is actually one of the most loyal men in the world. It's just a matter of gaining that degree of loyalty, something The Warden has already done.
Biography/Background history
I'll keep this brief. Ezekiel was born as a simple boy, within the rather...dangerous ghettos of Harlem. Combined with a shitty combination of drunk and abusive parents, simply living day by day was a test of survival for the young boy. Stealing whenever he could from the grocery stores, fighting off thieves and muggers, all the while trying to stay afloat in school...life was obviously very stressful for the boy, and when the recruiters came whilst he was still a junior in high-school, at the age of 15, he signed up immediately, despite being three years younger than the minimum. Papers were easily forged, especially if your parents didn't care to even keep up with them. He learned that at an early age.
The military was everything he thought it would be. Tough, challenging, and honorable...he was beginning to get out of that funk his dastardly childhood forced him in. After four years of hard-work, he was transferred into the Navy Seals, and his workload increased dramatically. He was a man to be respected, even at the young age of 19, and did his work with efficiency that was not lost on his superiors. More time passed, and Ezekiel eventually reached the age of 24. This is where things got a little...hairy. It was in a war on terror, and whilst infiltrating one of the terrorist leaders' bases, his team was ambushed. They had been expecting the attack. Ezekiel was captured, and had to watch as each of his comrades were executed. Whilst still in shock from the display of brutality, he was shipped off to one of the terrorists' off-shore working camps. In other words, a slave base, where they were forced to work for hours upon hours.
He did this for four more years, only staying alive due to his still undiscovered ability to endure harsh amounts of damage and stay healthy. Yes, while he didn't know of this ability, it was later found out by the officials of the slave camp. They traded him with ORB - a bunch of underhanded, black-market sorts of deals that made him a prisoner at the superhuman prison facility, under the false crime of mass-murder and rampage. The bastards even had the gall to commit genocide on a distant village, to cement his imprisonment. It was a slap to the face, but at this point, his spirits were low. He was at a dark place, chained up in his cell, only leaving for the experiments that made him feel...stronger after each operation.
It was, at this point in his life, that he met The Warden. Ezekiel knew him as soon as he saw him. The whispers of The Warden hadn't frightened him, after so many years in war and as a prisoner, but he felt a sense of fear, for the first time in years, when he saw that this man was a former soldier that Ezekiel served underneath, when he was still a soldier, bright-eyed and foolish. He had respected the man...and now, the man was going to be the one who watched as he was tortured with these damned experiments? Surprisingly, it wasn't that.
The Warden wanted him within his personal squad, within the prison - this was told to him after many more months of experimentation, in which he was, for some unexplained reason, given more training and physical tutoring to get his body and skills back into their tiptop, inhuman state. Ezekiel understood why. He was faster, stronger, more durable, more instinctive than any other in the facility. It clicked into place, why he wasn't treated as badly as some of the other prisoners that were given mass-murdering charges. Why his experiments were successful, while many others died, convulsing and bleeding from their ears and eyes. He was one of the chosen few.
It was after all of these events, that Ezekiel became Crisis. The personal bodyguard and assassin, serving directly under the fearful Warden. If you saw his skeletal mask within the dusty shadows of your cell, then you knew that the end was near - that the crime that you've committed within the prison was coming back to haunt you.
And why did Ezekiel do these things? Why did he become the source of so many nightmares?
Because...he had nothing else left in life. The Warden gave him a goal...a mission. He would serve the man efficiently until the day Ezekiel could witness the sweet release of death.
Powers
To keep it simple, Ezekiel was born with a dormant power - it wasn't anything destructive or active. What was it? A healing factor. Nothing overly-powerful, it only allowed him to be immune to earthly diseases and sicknesses, and allowed his cells to heal at a faster rate than what a human normally could. It was because of this, that he was chosen for the experimental process. The experiment gave him what they had wanted - an incredibly lethal super-soldier.
Now, Ezekiel possesses superhuman attributes in all categories. His strength, speed, agility, durability, and endurance are all enhanced to inhuman levels, allowing him to execute a large variety of stunts and moves that no human could hope to match. He can rip a steel door off of it's hinges with a sharp tug, move faster than the human eye could track, outrun a lot of vehicles, and stay fighting for hours upon hours depending on the situation, without a break or hesitation.
His instincts are much moreso than that of a human's allowing him to react accordingly to fast, outward threats, and even go toe to toe with superhumans gifted with such things as superspeed. His mind takes information in at an accelerated pace, and he now possesses photographic memory, allowing him to think and memorize vast amounts of information, making him something of a polymath. A jack of all trades, if you will. This, combined with an extensive military history and training within the facility, has given him an extremely deadly edge. A master of close and ranged combat, Ezekiel is not someone to be trifled with.
Weaknesses
Since he is a man that does not have elemental or energy-based powers, there are not too many weaknesses that Ezekiel possesses. For one, he is a superhuman, but human all the same. Enough punishment can, and will, take him down. He is not impenetrable - he just has an overly healthy body. His mind is also a bit of a weakness. Events has made him...well, not suicidal, but figuratively self-destructive. By this, I mean that, to accomplish his goals and missions, he's willing to do a lot of things that doesn't cross his strict morals - even if those things can easily end with his death if he's not careful.
Miscellaneous information
His 'suit' is made of different types of dark-colored weaving, including Kevlar and a sort of biodegradable metal overlay. This makes it incredibly durable yet light-weight and efficient. He also possesses a variety of weapons, both on his person, and in his personal armory, within his 'cell'.
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