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Number: #004
Code Name: Spite
Classification: Safe || Risk Level: Potential Risk
Legal Name: Jack Donovan
Preferred Name: Donovan
Age: 24 || DOB: March 15th
Height: 6'2" || Weight: 215 lbs
Sex: M || Gender: Cis Man; He/Him
Ability(ies):
Physical Description: Broad-shouldered young man whose face makes him look much older than he really is, always seeming to look tired and a touch paler than he ought to. This is attributed to his system having to reassess itself after a prolonged absence of any of the power-inducing drugs he had been consistently taking before. He has dirt-brown hair, ill-kept and scruffy-looking, and grey eyes that look more than a bit dead inside. Small bits of facial hair line his chin and the top of his lips, serving only to add to his disheveled look. His clothing is rather simplistic; plain light brown slacks, a deep blue hoodie, and underneath that, a black tank-top. His last notable piece of apparel would be an off-putting red full-face mask of sorts, with it having an almost chitin-like quality to it. It is unknown where it came from, but he was wearing it when he was apprehended.
Procedure: Perhaps due to his...Condition, Donovan has a highly compromised system that does little to filter drugs, serums, and other sorts safely through him. This fortunately means that simple tranquilizers have an astonishingly effective yield on him, and thus, rigging a sedative system into his blood flow for remote activation has proven to be an effective solution to any chance aggression from him. Beyond this, he is prohibited from any extraneous activity or objects he could use to provide energy to himself, anywhere from a knife's dulled cutting force to a battery. He is allowed only 30 minutes of exercise a day, due to the fact that repeated movements build up kinetic force that he can, theoretically, use with his ability to attempt a breakout.
History: Jack Donovan was a college dropout who was handed an exciting opportunity by some less than scrupulous individuals; in exchange for being a willing participant in human test trials, he could have the chance to become something greater than himself. Something greater than a mere man. They offered to make him a Superhero. As a young man desperate for anything after failing to graduate, and, admittedly, a bit of a connoisseur of all things Numan, he couldn't help but take them up on the offer, and after signing more waivers than he'd care to admit, it was time.
For a while, things went exactly as he could've hoped. The doctors would bring him in, give him some strange new formula to test, and after giving it some time to settle, would run him through tests with his new, completely superhuman abilities. It was exhilarating! Before this, he was just some slouch, but after the first test, he'd put most professional bodybuilders to shame with his physique! Of course, they usually kept him in the labs until the effects started waning to send him back home, but regardless, it was a whole new world to him. And as he - and the researchers handling him - soon found out, these experimental serums and such were slowly growing more permanent effects on him. It was an unexpected, but not unpleasant, surprise, for both him and his handlers. However, one issue still remained; despite several successful tests and his eagerness to really flex his abilities and put himself out there, he was constantly told to not do anything with his powers, even as they slowly became more permanent. It upset him, but, well...They were the bosses here. He'd do it, if it meant there'd still be a chance.
However, things changed one day when Donovan was walking back home from a test, still feeling like a million bucks. Well, speaking of bucks, he had to stop by the bank; he was low on cash. It was there that he happened to land himself straight in a bank robbery, much to his surprise. The only thing really on his mind then, though, was just how scared everyone else was around him as this went down. He couldn't feel a thing; why would he be scared of these mooks? Back in the labs, they had way crazier things than guys with handguns thrown at him. But...These people, they weren't like that. They were like he used to be, helpless and alone...It was then that, in spite of what his benefactors had wished, Jack acted. Single-handedly, before any other heroes or authorities could reach the scene, he subdued all the armed assailants with ease. For that brief moment, as the people began to herald him for his heroics, that he felt truly alive...
Only to fall, fall, fall....
News like that didn't take long to spread; an unexpected new Numan takes to the scene and effortlessly stopped a crime-in-progress, after all. The folks who set this all up didn't appreciate that potential attention, so they deigned to take a nuclear option. They'd gotten all they needed out of this one, anyhow. The next time Donovan came to the lab, they gently sedated him, telling him that this would be his last test until he could become a real hero...Of course, this was also when they injected him with everything, and with a little something extra. Their most vile concoction yet...Tartarus. Its effects were simple, yet extremely pronounced; it was a performance enhancer for Numan powers, and on top of the fresh cocktail of super-drugs he had just received, the results were vile and violent. Donovan himself claims to have very little memory of the incident thereafter, but he still remembers the looks everyone had looking at him once he was behind bars. Disgusted, as if he was subhuman trash that deserved nothing less than execution.
It didn't take him long to learn why.
Turned out, he went on a drug-fueled rampage across several city-blocks, leveling everything in his path, and killing anything in it all the same; heroes and civilians alike. It was unfair, is what he decided; to both himself, and to everyone who fell victim to his blind rage. But...What else could he do but accept it? His word meant nothing. It never had meant anything to anyone, all his life, and this was just the final nail in his coffin. So all he could do is carry the guilt of his foolish actions like a lead ball dropped in his stomach, and bare the pain of his incarceration.
Code Name: Spite
Classification: Safe || Risk Level: Potential Risk
Legal Name: Jack Donovan
Preferred Name: Donovan
Age: 24 || DOB: March 15th
Height: 6'2" || Weight: 215 lbs
Sex: M || Gender: Cis Man; He/Him
Ability(ies):
- "Superhuman Physique" - While not nearly as impressive as when he used to be consistently taking the Numan drug known as 'Hercules', Spite possesses a notable level of superhuman features. He's strong enough to lift roughly a ton, light-caliber weaponry and most martial weapons cannot break through his skin, and he can sprint up to 80 MPH at top speeds. He also notably produces much less fatigue toxins than a normal human, allowing him to function at peak condition for hours on end.
- "Regeneration" - Similarly to his other abilities, his regeneration is not to the standards it was when taking the Numan drug 'Asclepius', he is able to recover from most cuts, bruises, and minor fractures in minutes, and repair some more severe damage, such as broken bones or damage musculature given some hours to recuperate. It cannot, however, restore lost limbs or repair severely life-threatening organ damage.
- "Energy Absorption/Unnatural Flames" - Yet again, notably weakened in comparison to his time taking 'Helios', but Spite is able to absorb a minor amount of energy directed at him, whether it be kinetic, friction, thermal, energy, or even more esoteric forms of it, even generated by other powers, and use it to create a form of Pyrokinesis, which takes the form of purplish flames, though the fire does not function as a natural one would. They do not need oxygen or raw materials to burn up and survive, instead simply fading away after some time has passed; usually dependent on the level of energy put into them. Interestingly, it seems he has developed a new use for this ability after his incarceration, that being funneling the absorbed energy into empowering his other abilities, albeit temporarily.
- "Psychokinesis" - While originally spanning a much broader range of psychic abilities when taking the substance known as 'Nyx', it has devolved into simple psychokinesis, and only possesses about half the lift force his raw muscles afford him, though it still has a fairly impressive effective range of 20 meters, or about 65 feet.
Physical Description: Broad-shouldered young man whose face makes him look much older than he really is, always seeming to look tired and a touch paler than he ought to. This is attributed to his system having to reassess itself after a prolonged absence of any of the power-inducing drugs he had been consistently taking before. He has dirt-brown hair, ill-kept and scruffy-looking, and grey eyes that look more than a bit dead inside. Small bits of facial hair line his chin and the top of his lips, serving only to add to his disheveled look. His clothing is rather simplistic; plain light brown slacks, a deep blue hoodie, and underneath that, a black tank-top. His last notable piece of apparel would be an off-putting red full-face mask of sorts, with it having an almost chitin-like quality to it. It is unknown where it came from, but he was wearing it when he was apprehended.
Procedure: Perhaps due to his...Condition, Donovan has a highly compromised system that does little to filter drugs, serums, and other sorts safely through him. This fortunately means that simple tranquilizers have an astonishingly effective yield on him, and thus, rigging a sedative system into his blood flow for remote activation has proven to be an effective solution to any chance aggression from him. Beyond this, he is prohibited from any extraneous activity or objects he could use to provide energy to himself, anywhere from a knife's dulled cutting force to a battery. He is allowed only 30 minutes of exercise a day, due to the fact that repeated movements build up kinetic force that he can, theoretically, use with his ability to attempt a breakout.
History: Jack Donovan was a college dropout who was handed an exciting opportunity by some less than scrupulous individuals; in exchange for being a willing participant in human test trials, he could have the chance to become something greater than himself. Something greater than a mere man. They offered to make him a Superhero. As a young man desperate for anything after failing to graduate, and, admittedly, a bit of a connoisseur of all things Numan, he couldn't help but take them up on the offer, and after signing more waivers than he'd care to admit, it was time.
For a while, things went exactly as he could've hoped. The doctors would bring him in, give him some strange new formula to test, and after giving it some time to settle, would run him through tests with his new, completely superhuman abilities. It was exhilarating! Before this, he was just some slouch, but after the first test, he'd put most professional bodybuilders to shame with his physique! Of course, they usually kept him in the labs until the effects started waning to send him back home, but regardless, it was a whole new world to him. And as he - and the researchers handling him - soon found out, these experimental serums and such were slowly growing more permanent effects on him. It was an unexpected, but not unpleasant, surprise, for both him and his handlers. However, one issue still remained; despite several successful tests and his eagerness to really flex his abilities and put himself out there, he was constantly told to not do anything with his powers, even as they slowly became more permanent. It upset him, but, well...They were the bosses here. He'd do it, if it meant there'd still be a chance.
However, things changed one day when Donovan was walking back home from a test, still feeling like a million bucks. Well, speaking of bucks, he had to stop by the bank; he was low on cash. It was there that he happened to land himself straight in a bank robbery, much to his surprise. The only thing really on his mind then, though, was just how scared everyone else was around him as this went down. He couldn't feel a thing; why would he be scared of these mooks? Back in the labs, they had way crazier things than guys with handguns thrown at him. But...These people, they weren't like that. They were like he used to be, helpless and alone...It was then that, in spite of what his benefactors had wished, Jack acted. Single-handedly, before any other heroes or authorities could reach the scene, he subdued all the armed assailants with ease. For that brief moment, as the people began to herald him for his heroics, that he felt truly alive...
Only to fall, fall, fall....
News like that didn't take long to spread; an unexpected new Numan takes to the scene and effortlessly stopped a crime-in-progress, after all. The folks who set this all up didn't appreciate that potential attention, so they deigned to take a nuclear option. They'd gotten all they needed out of this one, anyhow. The next time Donovan came to the lab, they gently sedated him, telling him that this would be his last test until he could become a real hero...Of course, this was also when they injected him with everything, and with a little something extra. Their most vile concoction yet...Tartarus. Its effects were simple, yet extremely pronounced; it was a performance enhancer for Numan powers, and on top of the fresh cocktail of super-drugs he had just received, the results were vile and violent. Donovan himself claims to have very little memory of the incident thereafter, but he still remembers the looks everyone had looking at him once he was behind bars. Disgusted, as if he was subhuman trash that deserved nothing less than execution.
It didn't take him long to learn why.
Turned out, he went on a drug-fueled rampage across several city-blocks, leveling everything in his path, and killing anything in it all the same; heroes and civilians alike. It was unfair, is what he decided; to both himself, and to everyone who fell victim to his blind rage. But...What else could he do but accept it? His word meant nothing. It never had meant anything to anyone, all his life, and this was just the final nail in his coffin. So all he could do is carry the guilt of his foolish actions like a lead ball dropped in his stomach, and bare the pain of his incarceration.
