Zaresto

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Interested.

Post-Apocalyptic Superheroes

Well, since the GM will (hopefully) be back with us and this starts rolling again, might as well answer his original question about my character.

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It's good. The only thing I'm wondering about is the 'hardening'. How theoretically tough is that? Would it go down to a few bullets or is it strong enough to make a tank shell feel like a nerf bullet?
Also, his appearance made me think of this:

Hider

@DocTachyon

Whatever material he could change his body into probably won't stop too many bullets, unless he took material from other parts of his body to make another part more dense. On the topic of something as big as a tank shell: unless Max compressed all of his body mass into one small block (killing him), he's not stopping any tank shells anytime soon.
(And yes, I made his appearance essentially an amalgamation of Joshua Graham and a ghoul)

Chroniker: a world-hopping fantasy RP [open]

Interested.

The Walking Dead: Purity

Name: Fyodor Sokolov

Sex: Male

Age: 41

Appearance

Skills:
Trained Killer: Has had a great deal of experience with firearms as well as vigorous training in hand-to-hand combat

Strong-Arm: His blows pack a punch, as he is rather muscular.

Personality: Fyodor is a generally lighthearted and genial man, the kind of guy who doesn't like to take things seriously. He doesn't mind following orders and generally does all he can to prevent trouble. However, he isn't as smart as most of his companions, often getting confused with speech or mannerisms that are abstract in nature. This confusion can be exacerbated by his not-so-firm grasp on the English language. On top of that, he can also be described as bold, cocky, and fearless when he wants to show off or have a good time, often not thinking before acting.

Flaws:
Clumsy: He is abysmal at trying to be sneaky or quiet, often times speaking too loudly or knocking down something he didn't notice.

Not too bright: He isn't very smart and generally doesn't think his actions through.

Too old for this: Fyodor's aging body doesn't have as much endurance or stamina as he did in his youth.

History (Pre-outbreak): Fyodor was born in the USSR, although he doesn't remember much of his past. During his childhood, the relationship between his mother and father wasn't the best, which meant his home wasn't the best place to hang out after school. He took to the streets, meeting people both shady and kind. Luckily, he didn't get involved in any gangs and later went into the army, where he learned skills that would be vital to his survival once the outbreak hit. After his military service, he moved to the United States, where he gained a job as a construction worker in Albany, NY, living out his life peacefully until the outbreak hit.

History (Post-outbreak): When the outbreak hit, Fyodor managed to convene with those in his construction crew to form a band of survivors. The group did relatively, having enough strength between them all and experience in building to reinforce an apartment complex. However, dwindling supplies and incompetence among their leadership led to the collapse of their little fort after two months. Luckily, Fyodor managed to escape, camping from place to place for a while until he finally found Stony Ridge, NY. He has been there ever since, helping out whenever he can.

The Walking Dead: Escort

Interested.

Project Sigma. [Space ship / captain Roleplay]

hey guys, im currently in hospital at the moment after a accident am going to be un hospital till the 1st of August, i have an op tomorrow on my lower back (oh joy)

Lesson is dont drink and drive so ya wont hit folks like me

our Co gm knows what the mission is so i will leave it to him to run it, i will check back to see how things are when i can and if needed write mission two up :)
have fun till then

@Stitchblades

Sheeeeeit man, hope you turn out okay.

Zombies in Space

Interested.

Post-Apocalyptic Superheroes

Max Ericson

Name:Max Ericson

Nickname/Alias: Max

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Appearance: Max is a man of medium height, standing at around 5'10". In his own words, he is an abomination. His ears, nose, and most of the skin on his face have rotten away, along with any hair he had. What is left of his face is covered in boils and rashes, with pus oozing out of it at various intervals. While his silhouette may portray a fit, muscular male, the reality of his condition is rather gruesome. Most of the skin on his body has deteriorated to the point that it is possible to see what is underneath it. Furthermore, his body has various, bone-like protrusions all around his torso. To try an alleviate the terrifying effect Max's condition has on other people, he has taken a few steps to cover himself up. Mainly, he has coated both his head and neck with bandages, leaving only a gap for his eyes, which he covers with thick, tinted goggles. He generally tries to wear thick clothing to cover the protrusions throughout his torso.

Location: Northern California

Settlement: Drifter

Profession: Mechanic

Skills: He can fix various vehicles.

Powers: Max is gifted with the power of body manipulation. He is able to shape, stretch, harden, and generally morph his body tissue into anything that suits him. However, he is still constrained within the laws of physics, meaning he is restricted to the tissue available to him at any given time. However, this is not the only incarnation of his powers. Before the apocalypse, he had a much more tame version, which basically only allowed him to stretch his body without any possibility for manipulating it. However, the virus changed both him and his powers. Now, Max is able to manipulate the structure of his cells entirely(for better or worse), as well as having both moderately heightened strength and senses.

Weaknesses: His deformed body left him with an acute sensitivity to most tactile interactions. In simpler terms that means a cut, scrape, or even some sand thrown on his skin can be debilitating or at the very least cause immense pain. Furthermore, his deformities don't help when it comes to social interaction.

Weapons: None.

Armor/Clothing: He wears his bandages, as previously mentioned. On an average day, he'll wear a grey shirt, black pants and a black hoodie. He usually wears sneakers.

Equipment and Supplies: He carries a backpack filled with some food, water, a compass, and a map.

Personality: Scarred both physically and mentally, Max has descended into his own abyss of the mind. Constantly self-deprecating, Max is extremely insecure about his appearance. This insecurity can translate into him coming off as standoffish and sometimes violent. However, despite this, he still wishes to have social interaction, and is generally not too shy. Nevertheless, he has more to his personality than just his way with people. His temper is rather short, as he can get quite angry if things don't go his way. Moreover, he can be rather cocky at times, often trying to do things his own way without much planning or thought.

History: Born into affluence, he was the youngest among three brothers. Throughout his life, Max always felt like the odd one out. Things never went his way, whether it be school, family life, sports, etc. However, he always had an outlet to his frustrations: building things. Whether it was Lego blocks, circuitry, whatever. He was enthralled with breaking things down and building them up again. He soon knew he wanted to work with his hands for the rest of his life. After going to trade school and becoming a mechanic, he got a nice, small apartment in upstate California.

All seemed normal, until he made a miraculous discovery: he could stretch his arms almost 10 feet! In fact, he could stretch his entire body to all sorts of weird and zany proportions. He had heard about this before, having superpowers, but never thought it would happen to him. He was elated, as the power gave him vigor just by being his own, having so rarely possessed something as special as this.

However, his whole life was turned on its head when the apocalypse began. He was set upon by the virus very early in its outbreak. The first few days were excruciating. Constant diarrhea, convulsions, you name it. But after those first few days of being stricken by the illness: nothing. However, on the night when the symptoms were finally over, he fell into an almost two-day long coma. When he woke up, he found himself in this zombie-like form, but having much greater powers than previously. When he first saw his face, he had a panic attack, screaming for what seemed like hours at a time. When he came to grips with what he had, he realized that there was nothing he could do about it. He tried turning on the TV: nothing. No internet either. This was bad, real bad. He placed some bandages over his head, put on some goggles, and headed out into this new world.

@Zaresto

Okay, finished my CS.

Post-Apocalyptic Superheroes

Max Ericson

Name:Max Ericson

Nickname/Alias: Max

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Appearance: Max is a man of medium height, standing at around 5'10". In his own words, he is an abomination. His ears, nose, and most of the skin on his face have rotten away, along with any hair he had. What is left of his face is covered in boils and rashes, with pus oozing out of it at various intervals. While his silhouette may portray a fit, muscular male, the reality of his condition is rather gruesome. Most of the skin on his body has deteriorated to the point that it is possible to see what is underneath it. Furthermore, his body has various, bone-like protrusions all around his torso. To try an alleviate the terrifying effect Max's condition has on other people, he has taken a few steps to cover himself up. Mainly, he has coated both his head and neck with bandages, leaving only a gap for his eyes, which he covers with thick, tinted goggles. He generally tries to wear thick clothing to cover the protrusions throughout his torso.

Location: Northern California

Settlement: Drifter

Profession: Mechanic

Skills: He can fix various vehicles.

Powers: Max is gifted with the power of body manipulation. He is able to shape, stretch, harden, and generally morph his body tissue into anything that suits him. However, he is still constrained within the laws of physics, meaning he is restricted to the tissue available to him at any given time. However, this is not the only incarnation of his powers. Before the apocalypse, he had a much more tame version, which basically only allowed him to stretch his body without any possibility for manipulating it. However, the virus changed both him and his powers. Now, Max is able to manipulate the structure of his cells entirely(for better or worse), as well as having both moderately heightened strength and senses.

Weaknesses: His deformed body left him with an acute sensitivity to most tactile interactions. In simpler terms that means a cut, scrape, or even some sand thrown on his skin can be debilitating or at the very least cause immense pain. Furthermore, his deformities don't help when it comes to social interaction.

Weapons: None.

Armor/Clothing: He wears his bandages, as previously mentioned. On an average day, he'll wear a grey shirt, black pants and a black hoodie. He usually wears sneakers.

Equipment and Supplies: He carries a backpack filled with some food, water, a compass, several rolls of bandages, and a map.

Personality: Scarred both physically and mentally, Max has descended into his own abyss of the mind. Constantly self-deprecating, Max is extremely insecure about his appearance. This insecurity can translate into him coming off as standoffish and sometimes violent. However, despite this, he still wishes to have social interaction, and is generally not too shy. Nevertheless, he has more to his personality than just his way with people. His temper is rather short, as he can get quite angry if things don't go his way. Moreover, he can be rather cocky at times, often trying to do things his own way without much planning or thought.

History: Born into affluence, he was the youngest among three brothers. Throughout his life, Max always felt like the odd one out. Things never went his way, whether it be school, family life, sports, etc. However, he always had an outlet to his frustrations: building things. Whether it was Lego blocks, circuitry, whatever. He was enthralled with breaking things down and building them up again. He soon knew he wanted to work with his hands for the rest of his life. After going to trade school and becoming a mechanic, he got a nice, small apartment in upstate California.

All seemed normal, until he made a miraculous discovery: he could stretch his arms almost 10 feet! In fact, he could stretch his entire body to all sorts of weird and zany proportions. He had heard about this before, having superpowers, but never thought it would happen to him. He was elated, as the power gave him vigor just by being his own, having so rarely possessed something as special as this.

However, his whole life was turned on its head when the apocalypse began. He was set upon by the virus very early in its outbreak. The first few days were excruciating. Constant diarrhea, convulsions, you name it. But after those first few days of being stricken by the illness: nothing. However, on the night when the symptoms were finally over, he fell into an almost two-day long coma. When he woke up, he found himself in this zombie-like form, but having much greater powers than previously. When he first saw his face, he had a panic attack, screaming for what seemed like hours at a time. When he came to grips with what he had, he realized that there was nothing he could do about it. He tried turning on the TV: nothing. No internet either. This was bad, real bad. He placed some bandages over his head, put on some goggles, and headed out into this new world.

Post-Apocalyptic Superheroes

Same as, Sep here. Nearer a year gets my vote.

@Mr_pink

I concur.