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That seems just about right.
When I was scouring the wiki and interwebz for the standard powers of Venom, I came upon that. I honestly have no idea what it is, so, if you want, I can take it out.
I think Offspring detection is the ability to detect other Symbiotes.
I think Offspring detection is the ability to detect other Symbiotes.
Gary listened to the lady's commands and rules from his perch on top of a cabin, but his eyes eventually traveled towards the gates as his ESP, and Venom, both warned him of a significant power approaching the gates. A rather short, scrawny boy entered the camp, and Gary's pure black eyes immediately began examining his scent for different types of strengths and weaknesses. He was fast, and strong...and there was a certain scent of thunder - or electricity on his skin. But, other than that, he couldn't sense a thing, although he only had to go off of the things he just learned. The boy was a worthy adversary - and probably someone who could fight him to a standstill...but, at the same time, he seemed to be holding the power back. Gary shook his head. He wasn't a challenge if he limited his powers for some odd reason.
"Are we allowed to go to our dorms?" His disembodied voice finally spoke up, the boy leaping from his perch and landing on the balls of his feet. Although his hands were still resting in his pockets, and his face hidden beneath his hood, it was obvious that he was ready to go into his room for some private analyzing and meditation.
"Are we allowed to go to our dorms?" His disembodied voice finally spoke up, the boy leaping from his perch and landing on the balls of his feet. Although his hands were still resting in his pockets, and his face hidden beneath his hood, it was obvious that he was ready to go into his room for some private analyzing and meditation.
I have a basis CS made for him.
Name: Gary Bradley
Alias: He's still deciding. Probably going with the alias of 'Venom'.
Age: Seventeen. (17)
Gender: Male
Personality: Gary's attitude can and will swing at the slightest breeze, like a feather tied to the end of a thread. Catch him on a good day and he can be as calm and quiet as anyone. He's sarcastic, of course, as it was one of his many defenses growing up, but he mostly doesn't mean any harm by his words unless the person he's speaking to is someone he finds really annoying. He's very witty and curious, interested in other peoples lives, but at the same time he can be oddly calm. Sometimes it seems as if the world could be set a flame and he'd hardly bat an eye. When he's upset, he merely goes silent, which isn't all that odd considering he's usually quiet when he's not angry, turning his gaze and choosing to show little emotion that depicts his anger or sadness, perhaps except for a hardening of his jaw or a raise of an eyebrow. Then again, when he's angry, his calmness turns eerie, like he knows something you don't. His smirk or neutral frown will ether pull into a scowl or snarl and every movement of a muscles become like that of an animal stalking its prey. In fact, its like he himself changes, as if his movements are no longer his own. He is quite rebellious and aloof, along with a tad of wrecklessness that goes against his default intelligent, observational attitude, so he would be more then happy to sneak out or go for a late night training session. He has a lot of self-control, which is what he uses to combat his Symbiote's persuasion, although, at times....it could become loose, which is why he joined the camp.
Abilities:
◾Superhuman Strength
◾Superhuman Durability
◾Superhuman Stamina
◾Superhuman Speed, Agility, and Reflexes
◾Accelerated Healing Factor
◾Webbing Generation
◾Wall-Crawling
◾Offspring Detection
◾Genetic Memory
◾ESP (Spider-Sense)
◾Constituent Matter Generation
◾Camouflage Capabilities
◾Stretching and deforming
◾Poisonous Fangs
Appearance:
In costume:
Name: Gary Bradley
Alias: He's still deciding. Probably going with the alias of 'Venom'.
Age: Seventeen. (17)
Gender: Male
Personality: Gary's attitude can and will swing at the slightest breeze, like a feather tied to the end of a thread. Catch him on a good day and he can be as calm and quiet as anyone. He's sarcastic, of course, as it was one of his many defenses growing up, but he mostly doesn't mean any harm by his words unless the person he's speaking to is someone he finds really annoying. He's very witty and curious, interested in other peoples lives, but at the same time he can be oddly calm. Sometimes it seems as if the world could be set a flame and he'd hardly bat an eye. When he's upset, he merely goes silent, which isn't all that odd considering he's usually quiet when he's not angry, turning his gaze and choosing to show little emotion that depicts his anger or sadness, perhaps except for a hardening of his jaw or a raise of an eyebrow. Then again, when he's angry, his calmness turns eerie, like he knows something you don't. His smirk or neutral frown will ether pull into a scowl or snarl and every movement of a muscles become like that of an animal stalking its prey. In fact, its like he himself changes, as if his movements are no longer his own. He is quite rebellious and aloof, along with a tad of wrecklessness that goes against his default intelligent, observational attitude, so he would be more then happy to sneak out or go for a late night training session. He has a lot of self-control, which is what he uses to combat his Symbiote's persuasion, although, at times....it could become loose, which is why he joined the camp.
Abilities:
◾Superhuman Strength
◾Superhuman Durability
◾Superhuman Stamina
◾Superhuman Speed, Agility, and Reflexes
◾Accelerated Healing Factor
◾Webbing Generation
◾Wall-Crawling
◾Offspring Detection
◾Genetic Memory
◾ESP (Spider-Sense)
◾Constituent Matter Generation
◾Camouflage Capabilities
◾Stretching and deforming
◾Poisonous Fangs
Appearance:
In costume:
I was thinking more on the note of 'survival'. Considering this is a fictional world, I think that I can mold the world in such a way that Venom was really, really weak, and, sensing negative emotions, he bonded with the closest body that wouldn't attempt to resist - hence Gary (My character)
Can I reserve Toxin (Eddie Brock)?
I'm interested in playing a teenager who has been bonded with Venom since toddler age.
Everything, so far, was interesting...to say the least. The few heroes/mutants/super-humans he had saw were sort of fun to examine. One was a rather...high-maintenance looking girl with blonde hair. She had the aura of snobbitude and whiningihilism about her, so the Symbiote instantly turned his eyes towards the next duo. A boy and girl, both looking relatively similar - siblings, maybe. The girl had walked right past him whilst he was acting as if he was examining the beautiful scenery, while the boy, like him, was spending his time observing and adapting. Not a minute or two later, a female, calling herself 'Agent Winters', and seemingly strict, asked them if they had any questions. Not one for talking, Gary merely nodded his head in acknowledgement before examining everything again. Near him was what he assumed to be the 'Mess Hall', while there was other numerous facilities around. He was sure that he even saw an obstacle course, which should be a breeze. He only hoped that he didn't destroy their equipment.
"We believe that we must wait..." Gary sighed out, walking towards what seemed to be a cabin, and effortlessly leaping a dozen or so feet into the air, landing in a crouch on top of the tall cabin. He didn't know what it was - maybe a lounge, or a dorm building for a certain gender? But, it made a nice perch, and the boy simply sat at the tip-top, his legs in the standard Indian-Style, and his hood, once more, back on his head. He rested his hands comfortably inside of his black hoodie, merely observing the rest of the campers as he waited for everyone to arrive. He really wanted the camp activities to start, and he wanted to find where he would be staying - so that he could pack his things and began sniffing out the entirety of the camp. That would have to wait, however.
Gary took off his white gloves, stretching his fingers into massive, extremely sharp pale talons, before stretching the appendages into different shapes and formations to amuse himself while he waited. It was an instinctive habit that he had begun doing once stealing things became a bore.
"We believe that we must wait..." Gary sighed out, walking towards what seemed to be a cabin, and effortlessly leaping a dozen or so feet into the air, landing in a crouch on top of the tall cabin. He didn't know what it was - maybe a lounge, or a dorm building for a certain gender? But, it made a nice perch, and the boy simply sat at the tip-top, his legs in the standard Indian-Style, and his hood, once more, back on his head. He rested his hands comfortably inside of his black hoodie, merely observing the rest of the campers as he waited for everyone to arrive. He really wanted the camp activities to start, and he wanted to find where he would be staying - so that he could pack his things and began sniffing out the entirety of the camp. That would have to wait, however.
Gary took off his white gloves, stretching his fingers into massive, extremely sharp pale talons, before stretching the appendages into different shapes and formations to amuse himself while he waited. It was an instinctive habit that he had begun doing once stealing things became a bore.
Finally posted. I love the whole 'speaking and thinking as if he was two people' thing, so you're gonna be seeing that a lot in Gary. ^^
'It's only us...and the long dirt road...'
Gary sighed, adjusting his small, compact white camping duffel bag, the strap digging into his shoulder. The boy wore some clothing he had stolen from an expensive store only a few hours earlier - A black hoodie with a white spider symbol on the back, white jeans, and black boots with mottled white straps. Everything was relatively sturdy and fit for someone of his stature. That is, a homeless, wandering mutant. He could turn his black and white Venom suit into his clothing, but often, when he attempted to do something like that, Venom would take control and play a practical prank - dressing him in really, really tight leather, or incredibly revealing outfits that made him blush by simply thinking about it. So, he opted to simply steal actual fabric clothing instead of depending on his powers.
'It's not like we're exempt from corruption...' The thought passed through his brain without his control, and Gary once again heaved a massive sign, his hooded, shadowed face glancing into the sun before looking back down at the dirt trail in front of him. Ignore Venom's corruption, and focus. Focus. An HD version of a map sprouted in his vision, and the Symbiote focused. The camp was only a few miles down this path...well, 10 miles, but that's nothing he couldn't top in a few minutes or so. It was rather obvious due to the cars, gates, and facilities that would most-likely be set up there. Mentally forcing the image away, into one of his 'filing cabinets', Gary tightened his duffel bag before cracking his neck. It was time to hurry, before it got too late into the day - or was it morning? He had gotten really shit at reading time, after living most of his life on the run. But...he wouldn't have to do that anymore. Actual training, and control over his powers. He couldn't wait.
"Let's get to it..." His voice came out in it's usual stoic, echoing tone that sounded as if multiple people were speaking at once. A sharp-toothed smile overcoming his pale features, Gary raised a hand into the air and clenched it, a thick, extremely durable thread of white webbing blasting from his clenched fist, and darting deep into the air at an almost instantaneous speed. Gary grabbed onto the webbing and swung with the momentum, the swing taking him miles above the air before he discarded the webbing and blasted another one out of his other fist, the swings quickly taking him above the forest and through the air at insane speeds. "We're almost there..." A bubble of excitement began building inside the teenager's chest. He couldn't wait...
Gary saw the large, homely camp mid-swing. He was currently miles into the air, amongst the clouds, but one somersault caused him to slice the thread and dive-bomb downwards, right towards the entrance of the camp. His hood was blasted backwards showing his short, rugged black Mohawk, scarred features, and inky black eyes. A fanged grin was on his face, showing his extremely sharp - and extremely lethal shark teeth, as the boy reveled in the freedom of free-falling.
"Hup!"
Exhaling a grunt, Gary flipped upside down once he was an inch above the ground, a thick stream of webbing blasting from his feet and sticking to a sturdy oak, allowing him to nimbly, and safely, land on his finger tips. Flipping back around and dispelling the webbing, Gary coughed lightly, straightening his windblown clothing, and readjusting his bag. He could see other teenagers already wandering around, and his stomach did a mighty heave. This is it. Hopefully he wouldn't have to turn very....heroic and nice. That wasn't his thing.
Not even bothering to hide his exotic features behind his hood, the boy entered the camp, pure-black eyes wandering around the facilities with aloof interest.
Gary sighed, adjusting his small, compact white camping duffel bag, the strap digging into his shoulder. The boy wore some clothing he had stolen from an expensive store only a few hours earlier - A black hoodie with a white spider symbol on the back, white jeans, and black boots with mottled white straps. Everything was relatively sturdy and fit for someone of his stature. That is, a homeless, wandering mutant. He could turn his black and white Venom suit into his clothing, but often, when he attempted to do something like that, Venom would take control and play a practical prank - dressing him in really, really tight leather, or incredibly revealing outfits that made him blush by simply thinking about it. So, he opted to simply steal actual fabric clothing instead of depending on his powers.
'It's not like we're exempt from corruption...' The thought passed through his brain without his control, and Gary once again heaved a massive sign, his hooded, shadowed face glancing into the sun before looking back down at the dirt trail in front of him. Ignore Venom's corruption, and focus. Focus. An HD version of a map sprouted in his vision, and the Symbiote focused. The camp was only a few miles down this path...well, 10 miles, but that's nothing he couldn't top in a few minutes or so. It was rather obvious due to the cars, gates, and facilities that would most-likely be set up there. Mentally forcing the image away, into one of his 'filing cabinets', Gary tightened his duffel bag before cracking his neck. It was time to hurry, before it got too late into the day - or was it morning? He had gotten really shit at reading time, after living most of his life on the run. But...he wouldn't have to do that anymore. Actual training, and control over his powers. He couldn't wait.
"Let's get to it..." His voice came out in it's usual stoic, echoing tone that sounded as if multiple people were speaking at once. A sharp-toothed smile overcoming his pale features, Gary raised a hand into the air and clenched it, a thick, extremely durable thread of white webbing blasting from his clenched fist, and darting deep into the air at an almost instantaneous speed. Gary grabbed onto the webbing and swung with the momentum, the swing taking him miles above the air before he discarded the webbing and blasted another one out of his other fist, the swings quickly taking him above the forest and through the air at insane speeds. "We're almost there..." A bubble of excitement began building inside the teenager's chest. He couldn't wait...
Gary saw the large, homely camp mid-swing. He was currently miles into the air, amongst the clouds, but one somersault caused him to slice the thread and dive-bomb downwards, right towards the entrance of the camp. His hood was blasted backwards showing his short, rugged black Mohawk, scarred features, and inky black eyes. A fanged grin was on his face, showing his extremely sharp - and extremely lethal shark teeth, as the boy reveled in the freedom of free-falling.
"Hup!"
Exhaling a grunt, Gary flipped upside down once he was an inch above the ground, a thick stream of webbing blasting from his feet and sticking to a sturdy oak, allowing him to nimbly, and safely, land on his finger tips. Flipping back around and dispelling the webbing, Gary coughed lightly, straightening his windblown clothing, and readjusting his bag. He could see other teenagers already wandering around, and his stomach did a mighty heave. This is it. Hopefully he wouldn't have to turn very....heroic and nice. That wasn't his thing.
Not even bothering to hide his exotic features behind his hood, the boy entered the camp, pure-black eyes wandering around the facilities with aloof interest.
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