Standing at 5'11 and weighing 170 pounds, Clyde is surprisingly muscular considering his personality. Years of weightlifting in order to develop a talent does that for ya. Clyde enjoys dressing in large, covering clothes, trying to keep himself as hidden as possible. His main outfit includes a dark blue hoodie, thick glasses, black pants, and earbuds. Typically listens to calming music in order to ease his anxiety and stress. Clyde almost always wears a baseball cap colored like an American flag with the letters "USA" emblazoned on the front, which is his only form of clothing that has bright colors. He has good posture, but hunches over when being talked to in order to look smaller.
Clyde was brought into this world November 22nd, 2000. His mother, Jasmine Fisher, is a surgeon while his father, Chad Fisher, owned a small gun store. Clyde was a single child his entire life, and has always shown himself to be special. He is not stupid, but he has an incredibly hard time learning complex things, and has always had low grades. In fact, this is one of his biggest insecurities, and he refuses to show others his report card which is always littered with D's. Clyde has never really had a friend, always to afraid of failure to approach others and never initiating conversation. This, combined with his mousy demeanor, meant that he rarely interacts with people outside his family or those that he is forced to converse with. When Clyde entered elementary school, he realize how little he stood out. While many of the other children had some talent, like painting or music, Clyde viewed himself as lacking. A step down. He never understood there were things he was talented in (He is an amazing chef, but always insists that "It was just following the recipe", even if he didn't use one), and constantly looked at those that were more skilled in things with a mix of admiration and jealousy. Despite his odd quirks, however, Clyde had a regular childhood. That was, until, he hit puberty in his second year of middle school.
This was when he realized how he was far different from others. The other kids were thinner, more attractive, had less acne. They were simply better, and Clyde viewed their polite attitudes towards him as a cruel joke everyone was in on. Seeking to find something, anything, that made him special, he began to lift weights. He, like many other children, prayed to develop those fantastic superpowers that some youth's gained, but he never unlocked the ability. He had to turn to more mundane methods of becoming powerful. By the time he graduated middle school, he was physically superior to his classmates, if not the entire student body. However, he still viewed himself critically, if not more so than he used to - he wasn't good enough. Even after training for two years, what could he do? Lift heavy objects? Clyde never thought that he could learn a skill by simply training it, believing that he was simply too inept to learn a difficult skill. Throughout his middle school career, his grades remained terrible, but his parents didn't mind. They were extremely supportive of their only child, and only wanted him to try his best. For graduating middle school, Clyde's father gave him a pistol from the old shop and began to teach him proper firearm etiquette, hoping Clyde would inherit the store. Clyde soon gave up, learning to be happy with what he had. Sure, he wasn't special, but he had a strong body and he wasn't bad at cooking. Besides, he had a loving family and a job to look forwards to after graduating. All in all, life could be a hell of a lot worse.
Clyde was now a junior in High school, had several acquaintances, bought a car that he loved, and even had a job at his dad's store loading magazines and moving stock. Clyde was happy, enjoyed playing video games and caring for his garden, and had a very fulfilling life compared to other kids. 2 weeks ago, Clyde's life completely changed. It was the middle of the night when he woke up, needing to take a piss. Groggily, he rose out of bed, and did the deed. However, on his way back, he saw a light flash by his bedroom window, and heard the sound of something crashing into the ground. Quickly rushing downstairs and putting on his robe, Clyde left his home, only to see what appeared to be a meteorite in his back yard. Astounded, Clyde briefly considered awakening his parents, before realizing that the rock was gyrating slightly. Investigating, Clyde noted that the meteor was almost featureless; just a large, circular rock with a hole on the side. Sweating nervously, Clyde reached into the hole, and upon feeling the warm sensation of flesh, immediately retracted his hand, horrified to realize that whatever was warm was attached to his hand. He closed his eyes as his hand popped out of the hole, preparing for his death...
A minute had passed, and Clyde's heartbeat had finally settled to a thunderous machine gun. Opening his eyes slowly, Clyde turned to the ground to see the warm sensation; a completely ordinary looking Smartphone. Picking up the phone, and realizing that this must have been a prank, Clyde angrily pressed the power button, only to have his hand pricked on some type of razor, blood squirting on the phone. Clyde swore slightly in pain, before the screen lit up, displaying white text on a black background with cartoonish stars occasionally appearing around the text:
Congratulations New User!
You Are The Lucky Individual That Has Discovered The Smartphone! This Creature Device Will Give You Great Power, As Long As You Care For It! Please Look At The Instruction Manual Enclosed!
Bewildered, Clyde followed the commands of the strange pop-up, finding a text document simply titled "Instructions". Upon opening it, the document opened to reveal simple white text, explaining that he was a "Lucky Individual" and how to "Care For His Gift". It included commands to give the phone electricity, blood, and to avoid taking pictures of things you care about. Still believing this to be a stupid prank, Clyde exited out of the program, only to find a new one, which wasn't there before. It was simply entitled "Devour". Opening it, impressed with the effort someone put in to scare him, all that seemed to happen was the camera being activated. Clyde, smirking at the simple name change, took a picture of a metal pipe lying on the ground, left over from when the Fisher's had their plumbing fixed. Immediately, black tendrils spewed out of the camera and Clyde dropped the phone in shock. Finally realizing this wasn't a joke, and praying he didn't have a heart attack tonight, he gently picked up the phone to see that the home screen had returned, with another application, simply entitled "Pipe". Clyde, with fear in his heart, pressed the icon, only to have the phone expand in his hand, growing to 2 feet in length and taking on a black tint, looking nearly identical to the pipe that had just been consumed. Realizing that this was the "Power" described in the beginning, Clyde felt an emotion he hadn't felt in a long time, something he thought he would never feel.
Pride. Clyde was special. He had a power, just like the heroes on the news.
The sun had begun to rise, and Clyde, almost instinctively, imagined the phone in it's original state. It quickly shrank, and returned to being a warm hunk of metal and glass in his hands. He immediately awoke his parents, who were shocked and amazed, and they immediately tried to figure out what to do. Turning to the internet, the Fisher family discovered the company ATLAS, an organization that strives to educate and train youths with supernatural abilities. Clyde almost laughed, realizing that this could be used to describe him now! His parents contacted the organization, and by the end of the next day, an agent had verified the phones supernatural nature, and Clyde was offered to join Palladium Academy. With confidence in his voice, he agreed. The agent left, saying he had 2 weeks to prepare and pack his bags. Clyde quickly packed his bags, assimilating the things he found too large or too dangerous for a school environment (His car and Pistol), being prepared to leave 3 days in advance. On the day he was meant to leave for the academy, Clyde left for the Tram, bags in hand. He was still shy and nervous, but it was clear he had changed; he was more confident, believed in himself... Or, more accurately, believed in his phone.
(Sorry if background is poorly written, I just wrote this up real fast cause I'm excited for this RP!)
Through the use of the mysterious Smartphone that he bought, Clyde is capable of taking a picture of any item, consuming it into the phone. Black tendrils simply explode out of the camera, dragging the item in with the force so extreme that it would require someone with a strength based power to keep something from being pulled in. This does not add any weight or mass to the phone, but the item must be at least 75% non-organic, and it cannot assimilate other conduits. Upon assimilation, the phone will upgrade itself, utilizing any hardware the consumed item possessed and retaining all the files on the device. If the item that has been assimilated cannot be integrated properly into a smartphone, the phone will get an app that is named after whatever item is consumed ("Car", "Gun", etc.). Upon tapping this application, the Smartphone will transform into whatever the item that was consumed, but different in appearance. Any item generated will have the same structure as the original, but will be jet black, appears bio-mechanical, and is warm to the touch. Other than this, the item will behave like it is supposed to, and it can be reverted back into The Smartphone with a thought.
The phone will only work for Clyde, most likely because he was the one who found it. If anyone tries to use it, even for it's mundane functions, it simply shuts down. Assimilating an item can take anywhere between 30 seconds, to nigh instantly depending on the size of the object. There are three separate batteries for electricity, blood, and sanity. The phone has infinite memory and RAM. The phone drains it's batteries at a constant rate, not increasing with more use, and any item that has fuel or ammunition has an infinite amount, but it can not be removed from the item. The Smartphone is significantly stronger than an average phone, and will regenerate damage with time.
Items that have been assimilated: A Lincoln Mark VIII, a Sig P320 Compact pistol, and a metal pipe.
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