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Baybridge™: Era of the Old/New Gods™ [COMPLETED]

Z-z-zing.
I want to maybe change his name to "Transsib(erian Railway)" because he is really good at very quickly transporting you to very, very cold places.

January

Basic Information

Name:

Boban Bogdanovich Repka

Nickname/Alias/Etc:

January/Vorkutarmsman

Gender:

Male

Age:

43

Height:

6'1''

Weight:

242

Home District:

White Coast, The Docks

Appearance

Hair Color:

Dark Brown

Eye Color:

Hazel

Ethnicity:

Croatian

Physical Appearance:

A brawny, solidly built man with powerful muscles all over his sturdy frame, even though they are somewhat concealed by certain amounts of fat. His powerful ape-like arms are noticeably longer than usual and his left hand lacks one-third of his middle finger. His head bears a moderately horrible scarring directly under the jaw and at the right temple, where shrapnel pierced and exited his head. Despite rarely smiling, the gaze of his deep-seated eyes has a kind and benevolent quality to it.

Attire:

Boban mostly wears khaki - after the military service this color simply crawled into his brain and forced him to love it regardless of any previous opinion he held regarding it. Standard attire includes heavy jackboots, jumpsuit with a light kevlar vest underneath and, whenever the circumstances call for it(i.e. he feels like a vigilante), a harness with a gun, heavy stun baton and several pairs of extremely sturdy manacles.

Personality

Innate & Outward Personality:

Boban really likes living. After awakening from the coma he entered as a result of July Fiends attack when a piece of metal jammed itself in his head, and discovering within himself the awesome power that returned him his life, Boban rejoiced greatly. Despite his quite advanced age, he worked his way through the basic academy courses and set off into his freshly reacquired life with glee and joy. He is, by his nature, a nice person, though this fact sometimes goes unnoticed due to his temper. Despite his best attempts to control himself, Boban is quick to anger and is generally easily agitated - but just as quick to calm down and recognize his mistakes.

Hobbies/Interests:

Weightlifting, literature, game of Tables, woodcarving.

Skills/Talents:

During days in the Special Operations Battalion Boban participated in a couple of actual peacekeeping operations nd posesses all of the military skills ingrained into him during the training as well as brief but still existing firsthand experience of war and it's realities. After being quietly discharged after a most freakish off-duty drink-and-drive accident, Boban found further uses for his talents in a private military contractor company, participating in several conflicts around the globe and honing his warmaking skills before using his recently-acquired connections to quietly settle down in Baybridge, where he worked as an apprentice mechanic-repairman, in the process learning all the skills needed for the trade.

Goals/Motivation

The biggest dream that reborn Boban has at the moment is to somehow enter the ranks of RAVEN, to which end he writes them letter after letter after letter and attempts to prove himself an exemplary Metahuman to the Baybridge community.

History/Bio:

Was born in Croatia, couldn't manage to enter a university so he picked military service. There he proved himself a capable soldier and after some time managed to enter the ranks of SBR, from which he was later removed due to undisclosed failings. After a brief period of depression and several broken vows of sobriety, Boban found a new calling as a PMC. After many a successful tour of duty he made enough of a profit to quietly retire, picking Baybridge as a place to quietly live in. He even found himself a wife - a woman almost as ugly and brutish as he was, but they were kind to each other nevertheless - and have unsuccesfully tried for a child for several months before the Fiends' attack. There was a fire, an explosion, and then Boban has lost consciousness. With a shard of metal in his skull, he remained in coma in one of the city's hospitals for quite some time, but his sleep came to an end when after a district-wide blackout his life support failed. Moments before death, Boban's power has awakened and he flash-froze his ward (luckily empty at the time) and used the syphoned energy to expel the shard and heal the damage.
After this miraculous occasion, Boban resumed his life with glee, attempting to get the most ouf ot the second chance he has - after a brief period of celebration and making it through the basic Academy courses, he tries to put his powers to good use regardless of his less-than-perfect past.

Relationships

Family:

Mother and father already passed away. He is dimly aware of the existence of his sister, who is some kinds of scientist in Russia, but does not care much save for an occasional letter. Death of his wife during the time he was in coma, however, struck him quite hard - he regularily visits her grave and gave an oath to not start any new relationships for at least a year in order to honor his darling girl Logan, God bless her soul, now she is unloading cargo ships in heaven.

Dynamics: (Relations with other characters - You don't have to put relation with family here.)

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DOVE&RAVEN:

Constantly pesters any member of the organisation within his reach in order to give him a chance to prove his worth in order to be accepted.

Abilities

Power Class:

Super-System(Biological)/Elemental(Energy)

Power:

Boban's power is twofold in nature. His first power is the ability to syphon heat and energy from his enviroment at astonishing speeds - on a warm and sunny day, with his power being in effect, the temperature in the radius of about a dozen meters around him will fall below the zero in the matter of several seconds, to -60 after a minute and to -90 after two. Things that he touches directly tend to flash-freeze and often shatter in a spectacular fashion, as does blood of people he touches. Theoretically, there is no limit to how low the temperature may go and it might be that after ENOUGH time, January's power can bring it down to absolute zero, but the speed with which the energy is syphoned is proportionate to how low the current temperature is - it takes two minutes to go down to -90, but another ten to go below the hundred and several hours to reach the 120 mark in the radius of several meters around - and after that Boban can hardly maintain the power for much longer even in the most appropriate conditions.
The second half of his power is the ability to absorb and redistribute the great amounts of heat in order to buff himself through some crude form of biomancy - amounts of energy spent are incredibly vast, but the returns quickly diminish. After a minute or so of activity, Boban's body almost ceases to age, swells with vital power and it's physical capabilities peak out at the marks slightly shy of superhuman. Afterwards, all of the excess energy is stored within January's body through unknown means, rising his bodily temperature to roughly 70 degrees celsius and protecting him from both death from overheating and the freezing effects of his powers - and then, Boban may expend it for further improvements to his abilities, providing himself with powerful regenerative capabilities and short bursts of superstrength, speed and stamina - they last for roughly ten or twenty seconds, but activate almost reflexively and without any actual concentration. When Boban strikes a blow, his body pulses great heat and the power of his punch is multiplied, when a blade or a bullet touch his flesh, it expels another wave of vented enery and his tissues harden to protect him.

Limits&Weaknesses:

One of the greatest problems Boban faces is collateral damage. His power is quite potent, but it requires external source of energy to work - after standing in one place for a short while when actively using his "biomancy" Boban expends most of the energy of that location and his powers, quickly wane - so he has to alwas continue moving into warmer locations in order to siphon heat from them in order to keep functioning at a superhuman level, possibly risking greatly damaging property or people that got accidentaly caught in his immediate zone of influence. In his tread, asphalt covers with anicy carapace, water and even gasoline inside of cars freeze solid, air burns the mouth and eyes with horrible cold, glass freezes and shatters, thick hoarfrost covers the walls.
Another weakness his power has is that it is always, always active, if on a very low level. Temperature literally drops when January enters a room, even though not as drastically as when he uses it consciously. Boban himself is always warm, pink and blushing with health, but his touch is startlingly cold and draws heat from others and peoples' breath is always visible in the air when they speak near January. He can't even hold a drink in his hand for more than ten minutes without it freezing. He always has his beer frosty though, so it's not all bad.

Baybridge™: Era of the Old/New Gods™ [COMPLETED]

Even under the idea that he has a perfect understanding of science; how is he able to do any of this? Understanding science, and preforming the feats that you have listed, are two separate things

@Mr Allen J

His understanding of biology as i envisioned it is explicitly supernatural - beyond what even the best minds of modern science know at the moment. For example, you know how the middle-schoolers are taught about the recessive and dominant genes, alleles, mutant carriers and genetic "wild cards" because this is literally the only good and understandable GUESS that we have on how genetics work? Gutmadder knows how genes work EXACTLY, even though he probably can't explain it to others due to the natural limitations of human understanding and language. Sufficiently advanced science is indistinguishable from magic yadda-yadda.

But yes, i guess i've seriously overestimated the general powerlevel and really did make Bonesaw 2.0 OP as fuck. Sorry for like, doing this bullshit.

If i am still allowed to try again, i'd like to revert to Janwar - his power is syphoning heat from the enviroment at great speed in order to use the gained energy to speed up his natural regeneration or giving himself short boosts of superspeed/strength/stamina.

Baybridge™: Era of the Old/New Gods™ [COMPLETED]

@Mr Allen J
1) Noted, will edit.

2) Dodging bullets sounds retarded in the retrospect, yes.

3) His power is literally "Supernatural understanding and manipulation of biology". His powers do follow a theme, which is well, things that you can do with biology and all things that he can do stem from him surgically altering his body in accordance to his desires, being able to do so thanks to his almost better-than-perfect understanding of all things that directly relate to living creatures and processes in their bodies. I guess i should've actually noted the major weakness he has, which is the fact that new organs don't appear instantly and invasive surgeries don't happen in a blink of an eye - though of course for him they DO take much less time than for any modern doctor or scientist. As such, needs time and some equipment for the truly outrageous exploits. The analogy can be drawn with the Iron Man, for example. Tony Stark is a genius engineer, who makes himself into a wondrously powerful flying brick thanks to the power armours and it's gadgets that he crafted. Same thing here, only instead of making a powered armour with electrically-stimulated myomer bundles Gutmadder grows and grafts to himself incredibly dense and powerful muscle.

Baybridge™: Era of the Old/New Gods™ [COMPLETED]

@Mr Allen J
I think i am done, tell me if i need to add something else. Or if shit's too op.

Gutmadder

Basic Information

Name: Basilio Amadi Wright-Liselotte
Nickname/Alias/Etc: Gutmadder - a stupid name that he received during his time as a gang doctor. It stuck.
Gender: Male, originally
Age: 31
Height: Varies, Most Often In Range Of 5'3 to 7'
Weight: About 350 Pounds Due To Incredible Density Of Flesh
Home District: Hedgemount

Appearance

Hair Color:

Silver-white, most of the time.

Eye Color:

Amber, most of the time.

Ethnicity:

Indeterminable as of now.

Physical Appearance:

Whenever he doesn't need to keep up a low profile, Gutmadder takes up an apperance of a grotesque paragon of physical fitness - standing at exactly seven feet tall, with perfect and unblemished white skin stretched tautly over a horribly overdeveloped frame - each muscle known to modern human anatomy and a lot of new ones that are not all clearly visible, bulging and tense, filled with vital power and encircled with thick, pulsating veins. Upon a thick, bull-like neck sits the head with a visage of a youthful androgynous person with flowing silver hair, small ears, thin lips, burning amber eyes and sharp aquiline nose, standing out very unnervingly among the masses of overdeveloped flesh. His arms are thick like wine barrels, his legs are like mighty pillars of a greek temple, yet he moves with sinuous grace and incredible ease.

Attire:

Whenever not showing off his mighty physique, at which times he wears only enough clothing to not be arrested for indecency, Gutmadder dresses in simple and functional clothes, favoruing old-fashioned and formal attire and colours black and white. Top hat is optional, but is present on his person quite often nevertheless.

Personality

Innate & Outward Personality:

Outwardly, Gutmadder is friendly, if a bit distanced, to all living things - as long as his own goals don't warrant being very, very unfriendly with them. Though he behaves like a civilized and empathetic being with other people, he is ruthlessly determined, vicious, progressive, unrestraine by morals and filled with purpose.
That purpose is to better oneself, to overcome and to improve in order to one day achieve total enlightenment and undergo a transformation into an ultimate being that is hindered neither by mortal toils nor metahuman urges and weaknesses and is the sole creature alone on the top of the world. Gutmadder sees the world and everything in it as a riddle to be solved - and afterwards taken apart to be studied and examined. A man with a sharp eye can learn a great deal about a person just by looking at them - but a man with sharp eye and an even sharper knife can look not only at a person, but inside them, into every nook and cranny - and if one adds sharp mind and some... highly specialized equipment to that list, one can even gain access into the person's thoughts and desires, the very innermost secrets and longings and beliefs and neural impulses that make them tick.

That said, Gutmadder is not merely a machine set on taking apart all secrets of the universe. He is, for now, still a metahuman, before that a mortal man and before that still a lowly ape. He relishes not only in discovery and progress but also in more mundane pleasures - good food, thrill of combat, domination over his foes, basking in begrudging respect of his peers and fear of his lessers, playing games and dedicating time to his manifold hobbies and objects of interest - all those things he does just like any normal person - if on a much higher level - but without ever forgetting about his true purpose and goal.

In some sense, Gutmadder can be called a nihilist - he believes that there is nothing of value in the world, both in physical and in spiritual sense, except what we make of it, and even if there is, we can't truly know what it is. There are as many points of view in the world as there are sentient beings and there are equal chances for each of them to be correct or false. Kreslav though does not bother himself with things that are "right" or "wrong", instead simply doing what he "Wants" with jolly determination and sense of self-made purpose. Along with right and wrong, Gutmadder does not believes in the concept of "failure" - there is no such thing. You fail only when you are by no means able to ever try again, and that will only ever happen in case of one's absolute spiritual and physical demise. Without that, any difficulties one might encounter are merely temporary setbacks on the road to one's goal.

Hobbies/Interests:

ADVANCED medical and biological sciences, psychoanalysis martial arts, writing incredibly shitty poetry and impromptu rap battles - though he feels quite awkward about sharing that particular interest of his.

Skills/Talents:

In addition to his power, Gutmadder posesses considerable knowledge in many different scientific fields including but not limited to inorganic chemistry, psychology, physics and mathematics. Except for the actual sciences he also posesses a number of more practical skills and knowledges useful in everyday tasks such as doing taxes or fixing bicycles. Thanks to his great physical condition and incredible reaction times, he also makes for a very formidable hand-to-hand fighter able to often literally dodge bullets - whenever he doesn't just soak them up with his flesh. Most importantly, though, Gutmadder knows A LOT about Metahumans, the nature of their Energy, statistics of their awakenings, kinds of their powers and all other Metahuman-related things, from changes in physiology and psychology to the long-term effects of residual Energy on the systems of unpowered people.

Goals/Motivation:

The main goal of Gutmadder is, obviously, to overcome all limitations of Metahumans, find a way to jailbreak the Metahuman Energy in order to unlock his full potential without any sort of negative consequences for it and to eventually become the greatest being in the world. He is not particularily hungry for fame, though, so he will be completely okay with being the Ultimate Life Form without anyone else being aware of it.

History/Bio:

There's really not much to talk about. He was a pretty average, if a bit mellow and... sentinemtal med student from a medium-income family, suffered though a horrible depression once due to doing very bad on an exam in high school but otherwise was pretty unremarkable. Once after a very hard drinking session with his fellows he attempted to return home on his own but accidentaly stumbled into a very bad neighborhood, where a couple of fellas who were up to no good attempted to stick him up - succesfully. His powers sparked into being as he lied in a dark anney with some very serious knife wounds and a shard of glass in his eye and he dragged himself to a dumpster and then succesfully operated himself to full health with a fish bone instad of a needle and a little bit of liquor as a disinfectant. After this, Basilio was terrified to no end. Convincing himself that his mom would absolutely hate him now, he actually seriously ran away from home and lived on the streets in an unspecified slum for quite some time before getting into a big gang due to a strange and hardly plausible series of events, becoming their in-house doctor and discovering the full extent of his powers by saving people that were literally torn apart or long-dead when they were presented to him. Time went by, years passed and at some point Gutmadder managed to accept his nature and power - or maybe simply go crazy from it, at which point his personal career as an independent metahuman researcher and a seeker of perfection began.

Relationships

Family:

Actually seriously none - even now, being adult and at peace with himself, Gutmadder doesn't like to think back on the time he ran away from his family and certainly doesn't want to reconcile with them, both out of some deep subconscious fear that he can't defeat and out of pity for his parents - what would he say? "Hi mom, i am a supersurgeon metahuman now, sorry for leaving you for ten and then some years?"

Dynamics:

| Not yet sure about any, if somebody wants to discuss it then please knock in the PM|

HBB - Hedge Bad Boyz organized crime gang, in which Gutmadder still provides medical services at times, due to some deep ingrained feeling of loyalty.

DOVE&RAVEN - Gutmadder is aware of the power the organisations wield, the benefit that co-working with them may bring to his research and the consequences that may come for angering them. As such, he attempts to stay on their good side, answers their beckoning whenever a need in his cooperation arises and makes absolute sure that anything he does that might be perceived as a wrongdoing by them goes unnoticed.

Abilities

Power Class:

Cerebral/Super-System/Other

Power:

Gutmadder's ability consists of no-nonsense absolute, complete and perfect knowledge and understanding of all things biological and all biology/biochemistry-derived processes in all living beings and ability to manipulate and change these processes with ease bordering on supernatural. Transplanting a heart from one person to another is a thing that Gutmadder will do with childish glee, using only two fingers of his left hand to go through the whole operation - and this is the most basic application of his ability. Gutmadder is intuitively a master of biochemistry and neuroanatomy, able to create incredibly potent drugs, horrible poisons and hormonal concoctions that can completely change people who ingest them, tailor-grow new organs or even biological constructs, reanimate the dead even after most horrid maimings, control other people through cerebral parasites or direct nerve induction, generate enough bioelectricity to shock a grown man to death and do many other wondrously horrible things - the main and most important amongst which is the ability to manipulate the bodily processes responsible for the generation of Metahuman Energy responsible for their powers. He very rarely tries it on other metahumans, but has experimented extensively on himself, achieving such feats as temporarily stopping it's generation, kicking it into overdrive without any outside circumstances warranting it, controlling the distribution of the energy in the body and even transferring it to a non-metahuman person through implantation of his own cells into them - though the results vary wildldy and are often quite gruesome. Gutmadder has also used this power to significantly upgrade his own body, making it all-but-immune to pain, fatigue, toxins and poisons, filling it with superdense bones and muscles capable of tearing steel, redundant and additional organs, armouring his tissues and drastically increasing his brain activity, which results in incredible sensory acucity, faster-than-lightning reaction times and many other bodily improvements. His body also contains several glands secreting incredibly toxic poisons, powerful stimulants, hallucinogens and pheromones which he may secrete through the skin, spit out or even spray over large areas. As a last resort and deterrence weapon, he has a sack of especially virulent toxin that is more potent than even the VX nerve agent stowed deeply within his bowels that will spread over the most of the city in case his vital functions ever cease - he makes sure that everyone knows about that in case somebody thinks of fighting him to death for some unknown and probably stupid reason.

Baybridge™: Era of the Old/New Gods™ [COMPLETED]

Goddamit, accidentaly posted.

Baybridge™: Era of the Old/New Gods™ [COMPLETED]

Sweet, we've even got Skitter here. I will stick with a intuitive supernatural master biologist/medical doctor.

Marvel's Tomorrow Academy

Whoops, accidentaly posted in a wrong place.

Marvel's Tomorrow Academy

Well, i guess i can change him up a bit to be more enduring and capable of contributing to combat in the typical super-strong flying brick sort of way through crafted weapons and armor. I didn't write any gadgeteering into the char because i just felt that he'd be you know, a kid tony stark - smart guy who is also a flying brick thanks to his crafts.

Marvel's Tomorrow Academy

Still, I'm not quite sure they'd allow him on the team or at least out in the field with his physical composition. He doesn't really have training or abilities that would work. At most he would probably be like... I'm not sure what to call it. He'd stay back with a computer or whatever and monitor from a safe position. Typically. I'm sure we could think of a way around it. Like yeah gadgets and stuff are good and all, but if you don't have anything that would really work for training, it might not work out.

@Demon Shinobi

Oh, but he has PLENTY to contribute! His major ability is making people do things by simply speaking to them - to the level of "make an enraged person stop dead in their tracks by using a highly specific voice pattern and volume to remind him of his extremely abusive mother" or "convince a man to eat all of the fingers on his hands after sharing a drink and five minutes of small talk together" so he is good at both negotiating, manipulating intimidating and inspiring people around. His presence makes physical investigation a breeze thanks to the Sherlock Holmes-tier deduction bullshittery, his mathematical capabilities allow him to thrive in combat by analysing enemies' patterns and styles and predicting their movements and attacks in order to evade and counteract and a gun with trick ammo or a taser is actually a very potent weapon against a great deal of heroes if they are not tanks or regenerators and he can provide useful gadgets and first aid.

Plus, isn't the Academy supposed to teach its students the values of teamwork and cooperation and how to properly use their powers by themselves and in conjuction with others' abilities? In the field, they all, squishies included have to work together or suck on Deathlok's rusty robot balls.

☽ ☽ Mooncrest Island ☾ ☾ (Supernatural/ Psych Ward) (Starting/ Always Open!)

@Fae
"Boy, oh boy!" An unnaturally jolly voice totally unfitting this grim place very suddenly rung right over Kit's shoulder. "Don't be so sad! Nothing's wrong with a carefully maintained daily regimen!"
Gustav circled his great pal and sat at the same table opposite of her - he always appeared unexpectedly and always spoke first to the people, seeing as when somebody else wanted to speak with him he never was around.
"Oooh, what are we having today, good friend?" He inquired with seemingly earnest interest, intently staring at Kit's tray. Nobody was really sure if Gustav was the way he is because the asylum already broke him, because it was his personal sort of madness or because he had his own reasons. "Eggywegs, sweet!
Without even letting Kit reply or react, he plucked the egg right from her fingers and proceeded to enthusiastically finish peeling it.
"Why, don't you know that cholesterols are very bad for a young spry girl such as yourself? Tell me if you still want it though, i'll even peel it for you! But first tell me, how was your day?"