6'4
Payne's biomass acts as his clothes, and the usual form he uses for his clothing is a regular black hooded leather jacket, with the hood usually down, a smaller, padded crimson vest under that, black cargo pants, and combat boots.
Name:Sin Hekorage. Now goes by Payne Ancarne
Age: 21
Appearance:
Personality: Payne...is someone you wouldn't want to meet in a dark alley. He is a focused, powerful mutant with a cold disposition and constantly wild eyes, though underneath his eyes lay prolonged suffering of his past, along with the murderous intent he has to kill any who has wronged him. He cares nothing for permanent friendship, and would rather use someone then become partners with them permanently. However, despite this, he's smart, and knows not to pick an enemy that could potentially kill him without effort. He understands the uses of temporary allies.
Despite his hard, sociopathic exterior, Payne has shown qualities that qualify him as a humorous person, no matter how gory and violent his sense of humor. Has been known to sometimes play with weaker foes due to being 'bored' and not having a 'challenge'.
Ability: Payne was originally born with a single 'biomass strand' inside of his body, granting him above average intellect, speed, strength, durability, and general reaction time. As he grew up, the biomass grew bigger and more diverse, eventually filling up every single pore in his body, virtually making him a cyborg in anything but blood. The biomass are diverse in the areas that they are placed in, but at the realm of maturity, which was, in his case, 18, they evolved completely, making it so that his body was virtually biomass itself, no longer the skin and flesh of regular humans.
This genetic mutation also came with the manipulation over his own body. Payne has complete control over the anatomies and bodies of his own self, including skin, nails, fat, muscles, blood, nerves, and biomass, allowing him to freely alter and manipulate them. He can grow additional appendages and body-parts, remove them or otherwise manipulate his body in visible, chemical and cellular/sub-cellular levels. By killing an enemy and absorbing them, he grows in biomass, increasing his strength, speed, and stamina, along with his density.
Bio: Sin was originally born in Africa, to a smaller tribe hidden away from the rest of the blossoming cities and civilizations. Both of his parents were terminally ill, while his sister was too young and frail to help out the family. Therefore, every day, he headed outside with the men of the village, collecting water, hunting prey for food, and even stealing when times got rough. It was during one night, when he was in the nearby forest, chasing an elk, that he heard the emergency horn. It was a piercing, shrill sound that reverbrated through his eardrums and shook him to his very core. Deciding to let the deer go, Sin had ran to this village, leaping over obstacles, and going as fast as his seven year old body would allow.
It was then that he saw the burning remains of his village. Hundreds of emotions ran through him, but one in particular stood out. Rage. He hated anger, he was a pacifist, but he knew that the nearby tribe destroyed his village for not siding with them during the civil war. It was unforgivable. The little boy ran towards his mother's hut, only to see her dead, with her throat slit open raggedly. His little sister was no where to be found. His father? Probably being slaved off. Emotions taking over, Sin had collapsed onto his mother's dead body, swearing vengeance onto the Yoksho tribe.That night, once he was done crying, Sin had walked into enemy territory, bare-chested and bare-handed. They all laughed. They mocked him. They mocked his deaths. Let's just say that the tribe was wiped off the minimap.
Not long after, he moved to America utilizing fundings given to him by the government. He prospered there, acting as a hitman, a gang member, and a general threat to any who opposes him. However, he didn't go unnoticed, specifically for his large body count, and so he was went to the facility. Stress on the word 'went', as he could have easily killed the ones who attempted to take him there. He was just getting bored.