Name: Jacob Richman
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Description or Image:
Alias/Nick Name: Bob, The Jersey Devil
Background & Reason for Joining: Jacob was just like any other young rich kid who thought they were ten feet tall and bullet proof. Where actions didn't involve consequences, and the whole city was simply a playground. He and his friends would take to the streets daily to skate, or bike, or in Jacob's case, Run all over the city. There were no places safe from Jacob and his friends, and if there was a place they were not supposed to go, they found a way in. They never Stole anything, or hurt anyone, they were simply obnoxious and annoying, and didn't understand the concept of trespassing.
Then one day, a new building was constructed. A big fancy lab of some sort, and it didn't take long for the friends to break in to have a look around. They were creating weapons and things that looked super high tech, but not uniformed like it would be for a military. Jacob was trying on a nifty set of clawed gloves, and spring like boots, and turned to his friends saying, "I'm Catman" when all hell broke loose.
This place didn't play by the rules. There was no, "Freeze.", "You're Under Arrest." Nothin. Two of his friends were shot down in front of him, and none of them made it out that he knows of. Jacob made it out doing what he did best. Running and jumping, and with the gloves and boots, there was nothing to slow him down.
He had hoped to go home and report to his rich dad about what he had found, but when he got there, he found the people from the lab already there. His family, and everything he knew was dead. He quickly withdrew all the money he had access to, and left behind the name of Jacob Richman. Running to Hero City he fell into deep depression and spent most of his nights drinking and practicing his parkour throughout the city with a mask to hide his identity. It was on one of these nightly excursions that he noticed a new building being built. A new lab. Rage replaced depression, and he decided he should do something about it. He stumbled across an odd blog while trying to get a clue as to where he should even start, and figured it was as good a places as any. Champs huh?
Personality: On his good days, Bob is an overly friendly socialite, especially if he's too drunk or distracted to remember his past at the time. He truly seems like a guy with no care in the world, and will give out money and gifts to anyone he meets. He was that guy all the time once, but now, there is a seriousness, and haunting glint behind his eyes, and a bitterness towards the world under his tongue. He can still come across as cocky though.
Powers & Weaknesses:
Parkour Expert, very efficient with other X-Game equipment but specializes in the Parkour.
Jump boots: the boots read the pressure and force of the wearer, then channels extra force back down, causing a bounce effect. The more pressure applied, the more let off, while also buffering the impact from the wearer, allowing them to land on their feet without shattering their legs.
Claws: retractable claw inside gloves that are reinforced with the same insulation as the boots to accommodate impact. While considerable weapons, The Jersey Devil uses them to help him climb, and steer his running.
Mask: and old gas mask modified to have headphones, and protect his eyes and lungs from smoke.
weaknesses:
-slight obsession with revenge against the labs.
-tendency to take too big of risks.
-Still being hunted by the labs for their stolen tech.