LustForDecay
Creative Chaos
Zapdos
CarlyleAll done pending any necessary changes.
I'm very excited to get started.
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I'm very excited to get started.
T R E V O R M U S G R A V E
T R E V O R M U S G R A V E
T R E V O R M U S G R A V E
▅▅▅▅▅▅ Y E A R B O O K P H O T O ▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅ Y E A R B O O K P H O T O ▅▅▅▅▅▅  ▅▅▅▅▅ S T U D E N T S U M M A R Y ▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅ S T U D E N T S U M M A R Y ▅▅▅▅▅ Trevor Nathaniel Musgrave _________________________________________________________ March5th 2002 | 19 | Caucasian _________________________________________________________ Single | ♂ | Heterosexual _________________________________________________________ Kansas City | Missouri | United States of America ▅ P H Y S I C A L P R O F I L E ▅ P H Y S I C A L P R O F I L E ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ - P H Y S I C A L T R A I T S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ B U I L D || Athletic ◼ H A I R C O L O U R || Black ◼ E Y E C O L O U R || Brown ◼ H E I G H T || 6'-3" ◼ W E I G H T || 190 lbs ◼ S K I N T O N E || Fair - ▅ M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S ▅ M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S ▅▅▅▅▅▅ - M O T I V A T I O N S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ The only thing worse in his mind than people who do evil deeds are those with the power to stop them and do nothing. Evil can only persist when good people stand aside to let it pass right by them. The knowledge he has the ability and the will to change the world around him for the better drives him forward to seize his goals. G O A L S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ The fire in his soul never died even after he hung up the metaphorical cape, he just plans to filter it through the proper legal channels. Being able to call for back up or at least having some better equipment would be a better alternative to his old modus operandi. Trevor has set his sights on H.E.R.O. and he'll settle for nothing less. - ▅ N O T E S ▅ N O T E S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► As driven and intense as he can be, it surprises many people to learn that he also has a passion for something quiet and gentle; gardening. Growing up in the city he never got to see that much greenery so being able to bring it into the apartment was no small comfort. Flowers, herbs, succulents, ferns, a vine or two, and even mushrooms that one time just to see if he could. The care and maintenance of all these living things brought him peace. He's also a big softie when it comes to animals. Cats, dogs, birds, even rats, any kind of critter really. He's the type to know all the alley cats and have names for each and every one. - _________________________________________________________ | ▅ S T U D E N T S Y N O P S I S ▅ S T U D E N T S Y N O P S I S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Trevor grew up the middle child between an older sister and a younger stepsister. His dad and step mom loved him but often left him to his own devices between caring for his young step sister and supporting his older sister's gymnastics dreams. After school he often came home to his older sister at practice, his dad at work paying the bills, and stepmom busy with his stepsister. There was little time when anyone had their eye on him so it wasn't hard for him to make excuses and hand wave away difficult questions about where he had been as long as he kept his grades up. Trevor discovered his Hyperhuman status after being ambushed by a mugger on his way home from the store. He dodged the first swing of the crowbar by a hair and tried to grapple with the stronger man for the weapon. He was quickly losing the battle, but that didn't matter as the metal bar crumbled into nothing only to be replaced by two hands cut off just above the wrists. The attacker fled the scene after realizing what he was holding and Trevor nearly followed suit in the opposite direction until he looked down. His own hands were now replaced with solid metal in the shape of his severed hands. It took a long minute to put the pieces together in his mind and realize what had happened. It took several more minutes to figure out how to activate this ability on purpose and reattach his hands. He sprinted all the way home and barely slept at all the rest of the night. Worst of all the events that replayed in his mind was how easily the metal hands had moved just like flesh and bone. Of course he didn't tell anyone about this discovery. He did his best to pretend it didn't happen for awhile until he saw the news story about a local Hyperhuman vigilante being caught by the police. His knee jerk reaction was anger. Why would they arrest someone who was just trying to help people? If someone has the ability to stop people from hurting others, why is it wrong for them to do so? Then it hit him. He was someone with abilities that could help people, so why wasn't he using them? He practiced with his new abilities over the next few weeks and going after bigger and bigger criminals starting at purse snatchers and working up to drug gangs. Naturally, his antics started to draw the attention of local police who received numerous calls about a metal man seen attacking people on the street and breaking into homes. At first it was believed there was a Hyperhuman criminal on the loose, but very quickly law enforcement realized they were dealing with a vigilante when the home invasions always happened at drug dens and the random attacks on the street resulted in the victims zip tied to lamp posts with a note taped to their back explaining what nefarious act they had been up to. Everything was working out perfectly for Trevor until he encountered another hype on the wrong side of the law, but one much less altruistic than himself and with the ability of almost apocalyptic strength. Trevor had gotten good enough at this point to make himself bullet proof but there's not much bullet proof skin does when getting hit by a truck head on. He still put up a decent fight at first but soon realized just how in over his head he was and ran. It was then he realized how close he had come to dying and it pained him to think his family would have to find out he died from a knock at the door. As much as he wanted to continue being a vigilante, he saw there was only so much he could do on his own and decided to reveal himself to his family and subsequently reach out to P.R.C.U. His family swore to keep his secret although he suspects they only did so to prevent the shame of having a Hyperhuman vigilante in their midst from falling on them. Of course he neglected to mention his status as an ex-vigilante in the application. Something in the back of his mind told him mentioning his "prior experience" wouldn't go so well. ▅A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S ▅A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ H Y P E R H U M A N A B I L I T Y || M A T T E R E X C H A N G E __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION || EXOTERIC __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION || FUNDAMENTAL Trevor's ability allows him to project a pair of highly localized fields of HZE ions that impose mass quantum entanglement on matter they come into contact with. The strength of these fields is sufficient to direct the probability of all affected particles into collapsing within the framework of matter in the opposite HZE ion field. It's like he's running the double slit experiment as a double headed coin toss. While technically a form of teleportation, it does not function in the traditional sense. Instead of teleporting himself or objects across a distance, Trevor becomes a conduit for one group of atoms to trade places with another group. For example, he could pick up a soda can while touching a piece of cement and cause a piece of aluminum to integrate seamlessly into the sidewalk while being left holding a chunk of cement where the can had been. Or perhaps he could take a metal pipe, touch a wooden door, and suddenly have a wooden tube in one hand as he looks at a hunk of metal embedded in the door like it had been placed there the day that door was made. Strangest of all, his ability interacts curiously with living biological matter. Trevor has the ability to exchange matter from his own body or the bodies of other living things with inorganic material and have that material integrate seamlessly and even move similar to how the living tissue would regardless of the new material's original properties. Steel skin bends and stretches when poked or pressed but causes baseball bats to shatter against it and cement limbs flex at the joints without added stiffness or resistance while dulling knives that slash at them. L I M I T A T I O N S The biggest limits to Trevor's ability are the complexity of the material(s) he's affecting and the amount of material with regard to mass. Objects with more mass are more difficult to transfer and the complexity of the material is also a hurdle. A cast iron pan presents little trouble but a smart phone might take him several minutes to an hour. But several dozen cast iron pans might overwhelm him if he tried to transfer them one right after the other. He's also limited in that he can only exchange exactly equal amounts of material in relation to volume and cannot create new shapes. If he exchanged a doorknob for a piece of brick wall, there would be a piece of doorknob shapped brick where the know was and a new piece of doorknob shapped metal inside the brick or visa versa. W E A K N E S S E S Trevor's matter exchanges aren't always 100% 1/1 transfers. Sometimes he makes slight mistakes if he goes too fast or back and forth too many times. For example, switching the same cinder block for parts of himself over and over can cause him to accidentally leave bits of himself in the cinder block and or bits of cinder block inside him. This was something he had to work on minimizing after he noticed flecks of stainless steel in his skin here and there and a streak of wood where part of his scalp should be. Speaking of which, it's no trouble for him to switch inorganic materials but things get a bit messy with living tissue. Whenever he makes an exchange that living tissue doesn't just evaporate, it has to go somewhere just like any other type of matter. If he wants to give himself iron skin, all that meat has to go somewhere. Back home he had a special ice cooler he could put his parts in whenever he left for a night on the town, but if someone catches him with his pants down, he has to find the parts of himself he ditched after the fight. Trevor also can't make new shapes. If someone lopped off his metal hand and he couldn't find that one or the original meat hand, he'd have to go home and make himself a new hand without the aid of his ability and exchange it to a material he liked. If he loses his original hand, he'd be stuck with whatever hand material he can exchange into... that is unless he were to take someone else's hand but that's a line he wouldn't cross. And of course he's still human and has human limits. Getting enough material to completely encase his body is a multi hour affair and by the end of it he would be exhausted. Any sort of riot control gas, or hitting him where he doesn't have protection would be more than enough to hider or stop him altogether. Plus, he's not armored up 24/7 so anyone getting the drop on Trevor would find him almost as vulnerable as any regular human. ________________________________________________________________________________________ |
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Y O U A W A K E I N T H E D E A D O F N I G H T, W H A T W O K E Y O U?
A D I S H E V E L E D S T R A N G E R A P P R O A C H E S Y O U A S K I N G F O R H E L P, H O W D O Y O U R E S P O N D?
A N I N T R U D E R A L A R M H A S B E E N S E T O F F O N C A M P U S, H O W D O Y O U R E A C T?
"Back home it would usually be the alley cats fighting outside the window or my step sister when she had a nightmare. Unfortunately for me, my room is closer than her mom's. Also unfortunately for me, she's adorable and six so of course I can't say no to her. She'll settle down after I poke around in the closet with a Walmart lightsaber a little bit to scare the monsters away."
A D I S H E V E L E D S T R A N G E R A P P R O A C H E S Y O U A S K I N G F O R H E L P, H O W D O Y O U R E S P O N D?
"Depends. If they approach me when no one else is around that's a no go. Someone who's really begging for money would approach multiple people at once if they can or beg in a place with many people in plain view to help increase the chance of someone passing by willing to give them money. Anyone begging a stranger in an empty parking lot is approaching a mark or doing their best impression of a mugger if they aren't."
A N I N T R U D E R A L A R M H A S B E E N S E T O F F O N C A M P U S, H O W D O Y O U R E A C T?
"Honestly? Let the people who get paid to deal with that handle things. I figured out I was a hype less than a year ago, you think I'm gonna try and throw down with a heavy weight who can break into a place like this? No thanks, I'll let the proper authorities deal with Ol' Johnny Laser Fingers."