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Obsidian: Wyverns

keeewl :)

Obsidian: Wyverns

confusion? What confusion? I'm confused now... lol

Obsidian: Wyverns

Ever create a character you loved so much, so awesome and just puts a smile on your face to play but can NEVER FREAKING hold a game long enough to enjoy him/her/it?

Obsidian: Wyverns

lmafo I love Arsenics temper :) plus that guy deserved it, or at least some flegmmy eggs XD

Obsidian: Wyverns

Hey hey hey... I posted XD hope its up to par for advanced.

Obsidian: Wyverns

Jack leaned back on a pure white loveseat, feet up on a nearby ornate glass table while sipping crown royal from a tiny porcilean teacup, pinky up and all. "I swear I think the fire in that footage looks smaller every time they show it... Right Mr. Mayor?" Jack spoke over his shoulder not straying his eyes from the 50" flatscreen.

"Obsidian was sued and disbanded after their top-secret weapons wreaked havoc on our city. Their name on file was 'Operatives', but these super-human creations were the furthest from the heroes depicted in popular media. With the country's security on high alert, the government has done its best to bring these terrorists to justice..."

Sounds of muffled yelling and scratching ductape started to rip. "QUIET DOWN Mr. Mayor.... jeeze trying to watch tv here, now what channel is PBS on here? I'm still trying to figure out if Big birds a guy or a chick." Jack kept clicking the the channels until the Robed man appeared on screen. "What the shit? This ain't porn..."

"You see, your life is in my hands. A man just died to be an example for all of you. Now, here's what's going to happen. You're going to be in New York tomorrow, Manhattan square. I'll have people who will contact you when the time is right. You could consider this a... Forced business proposal, almost. You could be great, my dear. Enough of this hiding in fear, you're better then the cage society confines you in."

A loud crash erupted in the kitchen as the Mayor somewhat escaped his duct tape prison and now was bolting his fat pasty white half naked ass towards the main door. Jack was quick to come up behind him and grab him by an ankle. Quickly he put the fat man into a chokehold and escorted him to the master bedroom, closing the oversized pocket doors behind him. "Damn! Can't a guy watch tv in peace? Now look, I'm not gonna kill ya... yet." The fat man started to struggle again but was quickly muffled by Jacks gloved hand. Pulling out a cell with another he sent a quick text and stuffed it back into his jean pocket. "Now in a couple minutes a very nice young lady is going to come in here, she was told you were into some kinky shit so the duct tape won't suprise her." Slowly Jack took his hand off the mans half taped mouth. Directing the mans attention to various photos scattered through the bedroom of famous Mr. Mayor enjoying the "Nightlife" with the taxpayers dollars.

The fat mans eyes lit up wide as he muttered under the tape trying to explain they are fakes. "Forgeries you say? Hmmm but I do recall a handfull of eye witnesses pinning you there... I wonder how that happened?" Jack couldn't help but give a smirk at his own handiwork. The Mayor was now staring in disbelief with Jacks full attention. "Its simple... we will be in touch, if I need a favor than you will WITHOUT HESITATION generiously and good graciously help me with anything I ask with a smile." Jack took out a handfull of other raunchy photos and stuffed them in the mans shirt pocket. "Oh, and if you don't..." Placing a gentle hand on the mans face Jack quickly mimiced the pudgy cheeks, gray hair and sleepless brown eyes that stared back at him in shock and fear. "...There's plenty more where that came from."

The man sat there in disbelief as Jack walked out of the bedroom. The doorbell rang and non chalantly he grabbed two bottles of red wine off the counter and opened the door. "I warmed him up for you." Jack said with a smile as he handed a bottle to the well dressed and highly paid prostitute. The elegant woman just gave a coy smile and took the bottle before heading into the bedroom. Jack took one more look at the TV which was paused on the mysterious hooded figure before checking himself out in the mirror, a fat, pasty, pudgy old man in an expensive suit. "I wonder if we will still get paid..." He muttered before locking the door behind him.

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I'm going to go ahead and say that overall he does not change mass, he just changes density. In extreme cases like hannibal he would most likely make a smaller copy by comparison. That being said, his smaller copy would probabbly look about 400lbs. He wouldn't have anywhere near Hannibals strength but his claws teeth and scales as well as his flexibility would most likely be copied. His healing factor would be a nono and all his powers of adaptability would be much weaker versions if they even work at all. To a trained eye the difference would be easily spotted but to the average who is shocked at the fact that something like a giant lizardman is walking the streets would think they are one in the same.

I'm trying to make it that his power is more of trickery than stealing powers, but some physical traits would still be possible. Exe copying claws, teeth, scales etc.

Your lizard is freaking badass btw!!! I got my own lizardman in my character sheet cache that I playi some games myself if you want to peek in there :)

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Okay done with CS and ready to be judged :) hope y'all let me play too lol

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Made a quick bit with my phone so sry about any spell errors or grammar f-ups. Constructive criticism is welcomed. I also had an idea for a guy with pyro powers if your not a fan of super healing...

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Actually... scratch that Honeybadger guy entirely, I have a better idea for a cs (*evil laugh)

Obsidian: Wyverns [Character Deposit]

Rook

Name: Jack Roman

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Codename: Rook

Power:
Copycat- Rook has the ability to mimic ones physical appearance of any other person he touches. This ability mimics everything down to the bone structure. A perfect DNA copy including the opposite gender. Rook can keep this up for a couple hours without any problems or permanent damage to his own body. He can copy anything human or even metahumans without the powers (or just cosmetics if the power if physical) *Look in weaknesses for limitations and drawbacks

Mimic- a much simpler version that only alters skin and hair color. Similar to an Octopus, his skin and hair pigment change to mimic his surroundings. Rook must be still for a few seconds for this to work and does not affect his clothes.

Appearance:

Personality: Jack is a cocky bastard. Stubborn, vain, conceited at times and a downright smartass. If it wasn't for the Brooklyn accent people would think he's British. If he's not trying to get in your pants, he's in your wallet. Loyal to nobody except for a rare few, Jack cannot be trusted to finish a mission without undertaking a few side missions to line his own pockets in the process.

Strengths and Weaknesses:
Jack is extremely calm under pressure. Thanks to his US ARMY Ranger training he is an excellent marksman and extraordinary at gathering intel without being found. He has a silver tongue and a silver gun if necessary, both can be handeled with surgical precision.

Although Jack can change pretty much everything with his power except his clothes and especially his voice. Still unable to mimic voices, this can cause major drawbacks especially if he is disguised as a female. Another drawback is that after using a form for over two hours, his body slowly tries to push its shape back to normal. He can force this to take longer but it soon becomes painfull and might cause major internal damage. Jack has a couple different colored fingers as well as two different shaped ears in his original state due to pushing himself too far. He hides these features with thick rimmed glasses pulling the eye away from the ears and either wearing gloves or putting his hands in his pockets.

History: Born May, 4, 1987
Jack was born an orphan housed at Newhope Orphanage in Brooklyn Ny. Upon the death of the mother at birth and no father in sight to claim him. Living in the Newhope house until he was five years of age where his first family took him in until the age of nine. It was just a case of bad luck, divorce and illness left the mother unable to care for him so back he went. Jack took this rather personally since he grew very attached to the Roman family. Refusing to grow attached to the multiple other families whom tried to adopt him. Some lasted as long as a year, others didn't even last a week. Jack was a problem child rebelling with every family. He didn't want them, any of them.

At age 16 he ran away and lived off the streets for a year, robbing, stealing and sqwatting in abandoned houses to survive. Banding together with only a few others he managed small cons and all out robberies on small businesses. Saving up just enough money to have a local forger make up some fake birth certificate for him to join the Army. Once in he became quite the soldier, a naturally talented 17 year old with the knack for killing. Not staying with his squad for long before being shipped off to Ranger school. There he learned quite a few things about survival and tactics, how to breathe when under fire and how to keep calm under pressure. He was good... real good, and at the age of 21 he passed the test for sniper school.

At 23 he was a distinguished marksman with a handfull missions under his belt but Jack felt... bored... unentertained. His need to keep going drove him to take a solo mission in Iran. During that mission he was tasked to take down someone rumored to be leaking intel to the enemy. Little did Jack know it was all a huge test rigged by Obsidian. For months he tracked the target, watching his every move, counted every bead of sweat through his rifle scope until the perfect shot pronounced itself at one point he knew his target better than he did himself, almost as if they were one in the same. It was at that moment that he let it fly, almost in slow motion he watched as the 7.62x51 NATO round place itself gently inside the mans cranium. At that moment, Jack couldn't help but get wood. THAT was the sense of accomplishment he was looking for. All this time searching and he finally did it.

Upon completion of the mission Jack called for Evac but instead a millitary apache to pick him up, it was a private heli owned by Obsidian. A man in a well dressed suit offered him a chance to start new and promised that he would get much more satisfying jobs than this to put under his belt, not to mention a much MUCH larger paycheck. Jack couldn't of put his John Hancock quick enough.

Other:
Ace in the hole- His precious little 22mag revolver. Its saved his life on numerous occasions and can be hidden very easily. He never leaves home without it.

Rook got his name from a specific tactic in chess called "Castling" where the Rook and King pieces alternatively swap to alternating sides or switch places, confusing the enemy and bolstering defense. Although Jack knows little about chess, he has used this tactic quite often.