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Name: Fredricks 'Frits' Tyson
Known Aliases: Prayer-Crow
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Power: Slasher State
Specification: When he is in his 'Slasher State' he has inhuman strength, easily able to lift an adult male over his head and break down doors, with effort he can lift and throw a standard size automobile. Also in Slasher State he has unending endurance, shrugging off lesser blows and ignoring minor wounds, he can also resist small arms fire to a degree, though the damage will compound eventually. The most powerful of his assets is 'Return', which is if he reaches a point that his body can no longer continue in Slasher State, he will enter a hibernation state that mimics death, and after 3 days to a month he will awake in a normal mindset with all wounds recovered. (The last power is up to negotiations of course)
Technique: He acts like a standard endurance hunter, once he finds his target, he will pursue them relentlessly until he has achieved his goal. Well versed in improvised weapon ranging from the standard axe to a section of rebar.
Weakness/Flaws: Frits needs a moment to work himself into the Slasher State, if interrupted he will most likely fail to focus and will need to try once more, if interrupted with an attack or threat on his life, he might berserk in an imperfect Slasher State and will react with blind aggression. After entering Slasher State, he will refuse orders or suggestion, only acting out on thoughts in his head. While in Slasher State, he loses all resistance to Psychic control and warping. Lower intelligence animals act aggressively to Frits at all times, an increase in aggression while in Slasher State. After exiting Slasher State willingly, he is fatigued to the point of at least a days rest required before activating the ability once more. Intense phobia of fire while in the Slasher State, he will freeze or flee from the sight of an open flame larger then a pocket lighter. He suffers from a general lack of mobility having a level of finesse and agility more akin to a normal human, with a body as large as his it makes it appear sluggish and clumsy.
Loyalties/Alignment: Personal code of Ethics that prizes purity over kindness. Will never willingly hurt or attack an innocent, but at first signs of corruption will not hesitate to use lethal force.
Personality: Frits is a rather amiable young man, often seeking out meaningless small talk and company rather then spending time alone. He values friendship and comradery, often putting himself in more challenging situations if it means that he can make a friend or teammates tasks easier. When it comes to his feelings towards the 'Heroing', what ever sparked with in the guy gave him the boost in courage and drive to actively seek out those that were fringing his idea of purity and dole out punishment.
Description: A veritable behemoth of a man, when his abilities sparked his body took another step towards a physical peak. Standing nine feet tall and built like a polar creature with a layering of fat over muscle, his presence was hard to ignore when he entered a room. His skin was a rough earthen color, the texture more akin to a swathe of burlap cloth instead of flesh. He preferred to stay in his hero persona at least a little, which included always wearing the ridiculous mask, but under the face guard was a man who could only be called well worn. His nose was large and smushed, most likely broken multiple times, clean white teeth that were almost all either patched or replaced with porcelain, and mahogany eyes that shone with the brightness of a good hearted man. One of the few genuinely handsome features he had was a strong and rugged jawline like an old film star that would smoke cigars and run a town as a sheriff.
His outfit was another odd look into his mind, a costume that had been designed mostly out of cloth he had found second hand or manipulated into being a way to hide his identity, as much as a giant man could pretend to be someone else. The main color of the fabric was a faded grey-green canvas that had been sewn with patches of black denim into a jacket that hung over his body. Next was the slate-grey coveralls he wore under the jacket, also patched with black denim when the damage became a matter of decency. The coveralls fed into a pair of black leather boots that didn't seem cared for in any way, the leather cracked and dull. The most significant of this uniform was the mask, which also seemed to be the only piece of clothing that he cared for or had put any effort into it, it was a dark stained burlap, the two eye holes had been cut out and the mouth had been crafted into a cruel smile of molded leather.
History:
Fredericks Tyson had grown up in a small town in California, almost everyone knew everyone, and there was every stereotypical townsmen around, including the odd recluse old man. What no one knew about the man was that he held a dark and twisted perversion with in his heart, the hunger for human flesh, and every decade he would wander into the woods and abduct some one to feed this desire until the next ten year hunger arose. Enter one of Frits' classmates, having gone into the woods with her friends to have a bonfire party the night of graduation, she was a perfect target; weak, young and supple. Frits was the only one to have spotted her ambling into the woods to take a cool breath, and to have heard the sounds of an old barely functioning truck to sputter away. Frits made his way to the home of the recluse, and when he spotted the bones and the man about to execute his friend, he Awoke. By the end of his first enraging, the man was broken at his feet, and the girl had been saved. He made his way to the town of Valor Glade, a slow journey by foot especially with his body changing do to the Spark, but it's just a matter of placing one foot in front of the other.
Known Aliases: Prayer-Crow
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Power: Slasher State
Specification: When he is in his 'Slasher State' he has inhuman strength, easily able to lift an adult male over his head and break down doors, with effort he can lift and throw a standard size automobile. Also in Slasher State he has unending endurance, shrugging off lesser blows and ignoring minor wounds, he can also resist small arms fire to a degree, though the damage will compound eventually. The most powerful of his assets is 'Return', which is if he reaches a point that his body can no longer continue in Slasher State, he will enter a hibernation state that mimics death, and after 3 days to a month he will awake in a normal mindset with all wounds recovered. (The last power is up to negotiations of course)
Technique: He acts like a standard endurance hunter, once he finds his target, he will pursue them relentlessly until he has achieved his goal. Well versed in improvised weapon ranging from the standard axe to a section of rebar.
Weakness/Flaws: Frits needs a moment to work himself into the Slasher State, if interrupted he will most likely fail to focus and will need to try once more, if interrupted with an attack or threat on his life, he might berserk in an imperfect Slasher State and will react with blind aggression. After entering Slasher State, he will refuse orders or suggestion, only acting out on thoughts in his head. While in Slasher State, he loses all resistance to Psychic control and warping. Lower intelligence animals act aggressively to Frits at all times, an increase in aggression while in Slasher State. After exiting Slasher State willingly, he is fatigued to the point of at least a days rest required before activating the ability once more. Intense phobia of fire while in the Slasher State, he will freeze or flee from the sight of an open flame larger then a pocket lighter. He suffers from a general lack of mobility having a level of finesse and agility more akin to a normal human, with a body as large as his it makes it appear sluggish and clumsy.
Loyalties/Alignment: Personal code of Ethics that prizes purity over kindness. Will never willingly hurt or attack an innocent, but at first signs of corruption will not hesitate to use lethal force.
Personality: Frits is a rather amiable young man, often seeking out meaningless small talk and company rather then spending time alone. He values friendship and comradery, often putting himself in more challenging situations if it means that he can make a friend or teammates tasks easier. When it comes to his feelings towards the 'Heroing', what ever sparked with in the guy gave him the boost in courage and drive to actively seek out those that were fringing his idea of purity and dole out punishment.
Description: A veritable behemoth of a man, when his abilities sparked his body took another step towards a physical peak. Standing nine feet tall and built like a polar creature with a layering of fat over muscle, his presence was hard to ignore when he entered a room. His skin was a rough earthen color, the texture more akin to a swathe of burlap cloth instead of flesh. He preferred to stay in his hero persona at least a little, which included always wearing the ridiculous mask, but under the face guard was a man who could only be called well worn. His nose was large and smushed, most likely broken multiple times, clean white teeth that were almost all either patched or replaced with porcelain, and mahogany eyes that shone with the brightness of a good hearted man. One of the few genuinely handsome features he had was a strong and rugged jawline like an old film star that would smoke cigars and run a town as a sheriff.
His outfit was another odd look into his mind, a costume that had been designed mostly out of cloth he had found second hand or manipulated into being a way to hide his identity, as much as a giant man could pretend to be someone else. The main color of the fabric was a faded grey-green canvas that had been sewn with patches of black denim into a jacket that hung over his body. Next was the slate-grey coveralls he wore under the jacket, also patched with black denim when the damage became a matter of decency. The coveralls fed into a pair of black leather boots that didn't seem cared for in any way, the leather cracked and dull. The most significant of this uniform was the mask, which also seemed to be the only piece of clothing that he cared for or had put any effort into it, it was a dark stained burlap, the two eye holes had been cut out and the mouth had been crafted into a cruel smile of molded leather.
History:
Fredericks Tyson had grown up in a small town in California, almost everyone knew everyone, and there was every stereotypical townsmen around, including the odd recluse old man. What no one knew about the man was that he held a dark and twisted perversion with in his heart, the hunger for human flesh, and every decade he would wander into the woods and abduct some one to feed this desire until the next ten year hunger arose. Enter one of Frits' classmates, having gone into the woods with her friends to have a bonfire party the night of graduation, she was a perfect target; weak, young and supple. Frits was the only one to have spotted her ambling into the woods to take a cool breath, and to have heard the sounds of an old barely functioning truck to sputter away. Frits made his way to the home of the recluse, and when he spotted the bones and the man about to execute his friend, he Awoke. By the end of his first enraging, the man was broken at his feet, and the girl had been saved. He made his way to the town of Valor Glade, a slow journey by foot especially with his body changing do to the Spark, but it's just a matter of placing one foot in front of the other.
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