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Appearance
 
Height: 
6'4"
Weight: 
200
Eye color: 
Grey
Hair color:
Black
Other: 
Caucasian

Name:
Rick Richardson

Alias:
Brick

Age: 
24

Gender:
Male, very male

Classification: 
Mutant

Equipment: 
Not to depend on even his powers until he comes to understand them better, he keeps a measure of Standard equipment upon him.
Body armor: A set of protective plates more-or-less strapped to his body with bungee chords to an elastic bodystocking with fingerless gloves for manipulation and being able to touch the earth. He thinks it makes him look like a stormtrooper when he wears it, and an adult in a kids stormtrooper costume when he bulks up

Skills/Abilities:
Fire fighting: The skills that make him a fireman, First aid and EMT basics, Fire behavior and combustion science, Chemistry basics, Fire fighting and prevention strategies, Fire rescue procedures, Disaster planning.
 
Small arms: While he never became a cop, Rick's still a gun toting Texan. He is proficient in handguns, shotguns, and rifles.
Boxing: When he started getting bullied by gangster kids at school, his uncle taught him how to protect himself with blocks and punches. It is a passion that grew into his favored way to let off steam and keep in shape
Football: He was a linebacker through highscool for JV and varsity. He can take a hit and keep people from getting past him.

Powers: 
At the moment, he is something between the thing and rogue.

He has the power to absorb minerals from skin contact. He absorbs the non-ferrous minerals off of a surface and metabolizes it with the first dermal layers of his skin to increase the density and resistance as a protective layer with some combat bonuses as his strength doubles to compensate for the increased mass. Not only does this lining extend to his mouth and lungs but he also absorbs the properties of said materials. (He can not absorb the iron from a red-brick, but he can absorb the aluminum based kiln-bricks in fireplaces inner lining.) The downside to his power use is that it strips the molecules from the surface he is touching which can cause structural integrity, he is trying to train to strip the molecules in a way of his will rather than simply radial absorbency so he can use it to 'cut' through stone.  

Since his first manifestation involved a stone cocoon that healed him of his fever, there is some groundwork for him being a geokinetic or healing based on immersion in the earth, but it hasn't manifested yet.

Right now he can only manifest the first layer, but he will be capable of a second or third layer for increased strength and defense.

Weaknesses:
First and foremost, he is effectively pyrophobic. His many years of training mitigate some of the damage as it fall more similar to a PTSD trigger than a fear of fire itself as he is immune to heat and flame. If he is ever forced within ten feet of a fire larger than a campfire or burn barrel, he will involuntarily sheathe himself in stone.
His mutant power is dependent on his environment, he absorbs nonferous stone so any iron boxes or the like leave him powerless. When he can use his powers, he breaks down the molecular bonds in the stone, weakening the structure. Outside on asphalt, this is easy, but grabbing onto a stone column could roll the dice to collapse the building. 

Personality: 
He's a very protective of those he call friends, which is a hard hurdle for him to get over at the moment. Whilst the bravery of a firefighter to stand up to danger, he is now pyrophobic and will 'turtle up'. He played football for 4 years so he is a good team player that can follow a leaders orders, he himself seems to lack the knack of leadership but perhaps that is something merely needing to be unlocked.

History: 
Born in Richardson, Tx. He was supposed to be the fourth generation of police officers, but he watched how much the others in the family would worry every time the news spoke of a wounded or fallen officer, so he chose to become a fire-fighter instead. He felt it was a less dangerous way to save people's lives. He joined the junior firefighters and did his best to graduate quickly. 

He had a girl on his arm, a Letterman jacket from JV and Varsity football, a car he could borrow at a moment notice, and the trust of his family. It wasn't some heroic moment, it wasn't some heinous crime. It just happened...

He was in church already not feeling too good, everything felt heavy and sluggish like he was wading through water. It was a hundred and hell outside so no one saw his fever coming when he ran out side to throw up and collapsed behind the abbey onto the cement floor. That was when his first manifestation occurred, someone came to see if he was alright but suddenly ran for cover as his skin turned grey as a storm cloud. No, clouds, Concrete. He was turning to stone right before their eyes as it crawled up his skin, tearing his clothes as he grew in size. But it didn't stop with just his skin as juts of rock shoved out of his body until he was cocooned inside of a boulder sitting in a crater. 

A moment later the rock shattered and he emerged back to normal. But the damage had been done, someone had seen him change. Thankfully, it was of his brothers from the firehouse who swore to help keep a lid on it while he figured it out back at their home. He spent the next couple of days trying to understand who and what, the best he could figure out is that if he touched rock, he became rock...sometimes.

He tried to use his gift as best he could to try and be a better firefighter He would often touch the ground like a good luck charm before going into the building, turning into stone under all of his firefighting gear. Unfortunately this did increase his mass significantly enough that he fell through a weakened floor into the basement of a house, which made it it collapse as the structure was compromised, pinning him and the only other person who knew his secret. 

Rick had to lay there, immune to the fire and the crushing weight of wood as his friend screamed and cried for his mother for minutes on end until he died in the fire. As far as anyone knew, both died that day.

Rick awoke later that day in the back of a truck, on his way to a place where he can learn to hone his powers.
Other:

Each time another round was ordered, Vash took another bottle from a serving wench. He tried to make himself as sullen seeming as he was sober and somber to portray further drunkenness. Mostly that involved leaning on the wall more and more from shoulder to flat on his back as he waited for the invitation sender to get to an actual point beyond having a crowd watch him play with his horns.

Finally he speaks up, and does a great job at saying nothing. So Vash listened and waited. Measuring everyone else up as he pondered his own response. At least he learned already that this was clearly no holy warrior of the old ways...That fact alone set him more at ease for reasons he did not know but dug at the back of his head.

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