Character Name: Sylar Alan Scott
Alias/Nickname/Codename: Predator, The Boogeyman
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Date of Birth: 02/20/1998
Birthplace/Hometown: Manhattan, New York
Nationality: American
Ethnicity/Cultural Heritage: Caucasian
Appearance: 
An obvious mutant, Sylar is a boy slowly being consumed by an alien predator. Sylar stands at an average 5'8" but his slender frame, and tendency to crouch make him appear kind of small compared to other people. His physical mutation has affected nearly every part of his body, creating a sort of patchwork creature half man and half alien. All of his limbs are partially transformed, encased beneath a mixture of plates and hardened flesh creating a durable but flexible exoskeleton. His left hand is only coated up to the wrist, while his right arm and both legs are transformed from knee to foot and elbow to fingertips. This transformation has warped his digits, giving him claws capable of rending concrete and grip strong enough to traverse the city like no other.
Sylar's exoskeleton also cover's his left shoulder, giving him a sort of shoulder plate that merges into his neck, the plating working its way up and covering his throat. Perhaps the most impressive piece of this armor is his tail, a fully prehensile appendage. The tail is coated completely in obsidian plating, ending with a vicious blade giving it an almost scorpion like feel. Nearly six foot long, the tail is Sylar's deadliest weapon and aids with his sense of balance as he moves at impossible angles and speeds. The last of Sylar's current changes are to his eyes and teeth, which are razor sharp and unnatural thanks to an extra pair of canines. His eyes are perhaps just as striking as his alien form, originally a milky white from being born blind, they've now morphed, coated with a network of pitch black webbing, special cells that give Sylar the ability to see the infrared spectrum of light.
Sylar's skin is various colors, dark browns and blacks where his exoskeleton starts or finishes, yet a pale white in other areas, like his face. His slim build, pale skin, and long crimson hair give Sylar a somewhat androgenous face, completeing his alien allure. Clothing wise, Sylar used to wear whatever he could steal, but as he's found friends and made a place with the mutant community, he prefers simple options. Generally wearing a hooded sweatshirt, coupled with jeans. However, because of his morphed hands and feet, Sylar generally tears through the end of his sleeves and pants, tattering the clothing towards it's ends.
Hair color and Style: Blood red, pulled back and neck length
Skin tone: Mottled mixture of brown, black, and dark green patches
Eye color: White, webbed with engorged black vessels
Height: 5’8”
Build: Lean, but muscular, like a triathlete
Visible Mutations: Armored tail, Exoskeletal Armor, Mutated Eyes
Scars/Tattoos: None
Other features: None
Everyday Clothing: Gray hooded sweatshirt and a pair of beat up jeans, no shoes.
Uniform: None
Sleepwear: Same as everyday wear.
Miscellaneous Clothing: Nothing
Character Traits-Personality: Sylar is a misanthrope and something of a loner, having lived in the sewers for three years on his own. Bullied and ignored from a young age, coupled with his seclusion in the sewers left him unaware of the world at large, and made him somewhat bitter and timid. With little interaction, he developed into a curt and straightforward person with little interest in the nuances of socializing. Beneath his cynical shell though, is a powerful fear of remaining alone and an interest in his fellow mutants. He tends to say what he thinks, and do what he wants without realizing how it might affect those around him. He is naturally clever and cunning, but his lack of schooling leaves him lacking in many departments.
Hobbies/Interest: Sylar is something of a spy, spending some time during his nightly hunts listening in and observing the surface world, wondering about what he missed. He has also developed a nasty enjoyment is scaring normal adults. And though a voracious meat eater, has a strong fondness for cats.
Job/Employment: Sylar works as a bodyguard for Roach, being paid in room and board.
Fears/Phobias/Concern: Fire, Crowds, Losing himself to his instincts.
Special Talents: Having spent years hiding underground, and raiding the city for food, Sylar has become quite adept at stealth, as well as breaking and entering.
Morality-Good/Bad/Neutral: Sylar is best described as neutral, more concerned with staying alive, and staying fed. Sylar however is cynical, and a bit cruel by nature and has no qualms with hurting people to protect himself. For Sylar, violence is a natural part of being a mutant.
Mutations-Mutation Description:Central Theme: Predatory Apex- Sylar’s mutation is an ongoing evolution into a living weapon. His mutation is turning him into the ultimate predator. His x-gene alters his appearance, physical abilities, and natural instincts to animal-like levels. Changes are listed below.
Mutated Appearance: Sylar’s hands, right forearm, and legs from the knees down are all covered with a black exoskeletal armor. This chitin is durable, yet flexible, and feels cool to the touch. His fingers have become clawed, ending with long razor sharp edges, as opposed to the rounded fingertips of a normal person. His feet are also slightly morphed, with lengthened toes and clawed ends to better enable him to climb. Sylar’s tail extends outwards from his above his hip bone, and is about 6 feet long, and ends with a bladed appendage. His left shoulder is also covered with chitin, looking something like a shoulder pad.
Chitinous Exoskeletal Armor: Sylar’s exoskeletal is a mixture of hardened skin and fused plates, a durable material which is highly resistant to impacts, and could easily absorb a punch or kick, as well as deflect a knife. This exoskeleton is always growing, and expands every year as Sylar grows. This armor however is not as strong as it could be, considering it’s limited placement so far.
Thermal Vision: Sylar’s damaged eyes have been repaired by his x-gene, however it has replaced his inert visual nerves with radiation sensing cells. These black cells create a webbing like appearance over his eyes. These cells are able to sense and follow thermal radiation, allowing Sylar to perceive the world as blooms of red and yellow heat against the gray scale of the world around him. This vision is not hindered by a lack of light, meaning Sylar can see perfectly well in the dark.
Power Growth Description: March 04, 2014
Exoskeletal Growth: Sylar's body goes through growth periods every so often, and it's usually the result of new armor grown and ready to replace part of his body. In this case, Sylar's body has grown new armor for his face, a shoulder pad on both shoulders, his arm, and his waist. His chest, back, front of the face, and the top half of his legs remain normal though.
Predatory Dread: A hormonal Neurotoxin
Sylar has grown a new internal organ, a venom gland which produces a very unique type of neurotoxin. This toxin is composed of various compounds, but most interesting is the hormone in it that forcibly inserts a "thought" into the victim's mind. This thought is a phobia of Sylar himself. The toxin itself is secreted from grooves along his claws, as well as grooves and the blade itself of his tail sort of like a scorpion. The toxin is nonlethal, and it's effects aren't permanent either. Depending on how Sylar infects a person with his toxin determines it's incubation period and duration.
Breathing the venom's vapors from the environment, or a small nick from one of his claws wouldn't leave much in a person's system, taking up to 20 minutes before any reaction is show, and would only linger for the rest of the day after that person left the area it was in. A person directly cut or stabbed by Sylar though wouldn't be so lucky, suffering much more powerful effects after much shorter time, a direct wound only needing up to 5 minutes to reach a critical mass and cause intense phobic reactions.
This fear works by using neurotoxic compounds to inhibit normal brain function, and forcibly insert a fear into a person's mind. This fear is a phobia of Sylar himself, that ranges from mild paranoia such as hearing voices or sounds, seeing movement in the corner of your eye, or feeling watched. This effect is the first stage to show up, and generally the only one to show up from very mild doses. The more powerful and crippling effects of this toxin are a full blown phobia of Sylar. Profuse sweating, extreme paranoia, adrenal overload as the heart pumps faster and faster, all of this can leave a person frantic and confused, or crippled on the ground in the fetal position. Either way, standing up to the phobic ideal of Sylar as the Boogeyman would be difficult, even for the toughest of wills.
The effects of a large dose of toxin burn faster than a minor dose, but can last up to three days if a person was seriously wounded. The effects also grow worse in the presence of Sylar, him physically being there seeming to stress the reaction people have to the toxin.
The other interesting thing to note about Sylar's venom is that it can linger on surfaces for a time as he digs his claws in, leaving a weak pheremonal trace behind that can infect people who breath it in. The toxin is quite mild in this state, and a person could only be affected in an area Sylar frequents quite a bit, like the sewers where the dampness and lack of sunlight are perfect conditions. Above ground in the light and wind, the toxin wouldn't last even a minute.
Strengths: Sylar has elevated physical abilities well beyond a normal human. Sylar’s physical strength is enough to punch a hole in concrete or rip a car door off it’s hinges and beat somebody with it. His agility and flexibility are exceptional, allowing him to move at speeds reaching 30 mph, as well as operate at swift speeds in a crawling or crouched position. His musculature is denser and more compact as well, giving Sylar a much sturdier body than would be assumed for his small stature. Both Sylar’s sense of smell and hearing are enhanced as well, easily on par with a predatory mammal such as a bear, wolf, or tiger.
Weaknesses:Fire- Sylar’s exoskeletal material is actually flammable, and catches flame more easily than regular human skin would. Sylar also perceives the world through thermal vision, meaning open flames blind him, and spontaneous blazes are like a flashbang grenade, confusing him as well.
Thermal Sight: Sylar’s new vision is based upon reading heat signatures, as opposed to visual light. This means that while Sylar can see in pitch darkness, and easily read anything with a heat signature. Sylar cannot perceive beings with body temperatures below the ambient temperature, and cannot see in the presence of an open flame, or super heated air.
The Hunger: Sylar’s natural instincts have been increased, easily to animal levels. His Hunger is especially dominant for him, meaning that the hungrier Sylar is, the less able to think he becomes. This means that if ever starved, Sylar soon becomes nothing short of a feral predator whose only goal is his next meal. His animal instincts also leave his mind more susceptible to telepathic control or suggestions.
Toxin Limitations:This toxin is potent and powerful, but again it isn't lethal in any dosage by itself. It's affects also depend on the constitution of the person affects, someone with a powerful immune system or mutant ability to resist poison would have milder effects compared to say a normal human. And a person's ability to face their own fears can also allow them some resistance to this phobia, but in the end it's a chemical reaction so whether you run screaming from him, or stand to face him. You will fear him.
Physical Abilities: Sylar has physical strength, agility, flexibility, and durability all exceeding even an Olympic level athlete.. His stamina is also impressive having spent years growing accustomed to his animal abilities. Sylar can also easily climb most surfaces, due to increased strength, claws, and his morphed feet.
Fighting Style: Sylar has no formal training in a fighting style, but is naturally dangerous thanks to his claws, tail, and animal instincts.
Fighting Pro/Cons: Sylar is stronger, faster, and more deadly than any normal person, but lacks training or discipline, leaving him vulnerable to a more skilled opponent.
History of you Character:Sylar was born to an average middle class couple in Manhattan. His parents were normal, average people, so when Sylar was born blind his parents were distraught, but still loved him. This love would grow strained as he grew up though. Being born blind left Sylar a timid child, afraid of reaching out to others except his parents. As he grew, never brave enough to step away from his parents, he strained them, slowly pushing them away. This distance in turn, led to Sylar struggling with his school life. His life as a mutant didn't begin until puberty though. Like most mutants, the first signs of his powers showed up when he reached that age. Sylar entered Junior High School with a reputation as a shy boy, who was easily picked on, which led many of the teachers to ignore him. And one day, when Sylar found himself alone in the bathroom, his hands throbbing like they were tearing apart, all of these factors would come crashing down into one final conclusion.
Alone and in pain, Sylar decided to call his parents and go home. However before he could leave, the local delinquent trio entered the restroom. These boys especially disliked Sylar, always pointing out his differences. Sylar could avoid most trouble in his special classes, but there was nowhere to hide here. The leader of this group, John, immediately began to pick on him.
“Oh Look, it's Sylar, he must have lost his cane and got lost huh?” He snickered, and continued. “You know this bathrooms for normal kids, go back to your own stupid.” John’s cronies laughed, fueling the fire. And normally Sylar would let it pass, just be quiet and wait for them to get bored. But today, his mind couldn’t handle the pain in his hands, and he lashed out like a cornered animal. Sylar thrust his hands forward, smashing his open palms into John with a force he’d never known he had.
Sylar easily sent the older boy flying, smashing through the door and out into hallway. Sylar couldn’t see what he did, and could only hear the distraught response of John’s flunkies. “Holy crap, the blind kids a mutie!” Sylar had only heard the term once or twice, but he’d never really knew what it meant. He fell to his knees, totally lost as a teach ran up to find out what the commotion was, barely hearing the teacher’s words. “Sylar...your hands...you’re a mutant?!” With that, Sylar blanked out, his body burning with pain and his mind reeling from what had happened.
Sylar’s parents were called in and upon seeing his hands they both gasped in fright, a sound which Sylar could easily hear and knew it meant they would become even further from his reach. The Principle called them into his office, intending to discuss Sylar in private, but this would prove fruitless as Sylar’s hearing was now at a level he could easily pick up every word from behind closed doors. The Principle explained that Sylar was a mutant, whose strength had sent a boy through a door and left him unconscious. Sylar’s parents could only gasp at this information, his mother responding. “Sylar's a mutant? I knew he was different, but I never expected he wasn’t human” Her words were daggers to Sylar’s heart, and his father spoke next. “Do we call the Police, or the Government? Were at a loss here.” Sylar couldn’t even think straight now, his mind raced with thoughts of how his parents were talking about him like some rabid dog that needed put down. He could no longer focus to hear his Principle explain that mutants needed special care, and couldn’t remain at a regular school simply because it was a danger to normal students.
Sylar decided at that moment, that his life was over, and he had to escape. Acting on instinct, he bolted out the door, the teacher who had found him trying to speak up, but being sent hurling against a wall with another thrust of Sylar’s hand. Nobody could react fast enough to stop him, and Sylar was gone before his Parents could even leave the office to find out what the sound of the teacher hitting a wall was. Sylar had learned the local area well over the years, and now he could easily hear and smell everything, forming an image in his head. He could see the layout in his mind, and knew exactly where he’d go. Sylar Alan Scott vanished that day, going underground into the sewers, and subways of Manhattan. Like a sewer gator, he would become a myth, a local legend.
Sylar spent three years underground, never knowing that not everyone would fear him like his parents had. He grew, evolving more every day. His body adapted to his lifestyle, slowly changing him into an underground predator. His claws could easily pierce stone, brick, most any building material, allowing him to climb buildings, and smash any barrier in his way. His agility allowed him to move like a blur, allowing him to always remain just out of sight of people. And with time, his body began to change in even more drastic ways, a tail sprouted from his hips, giving him a better sense of balance, and a new weapon to defend himself as he grew. His senses of smell, and hearing both continued to grow, eventually reaching superhuman levels. What surprised him most of all, was when his eyes changed, the world changing from utter darkness into a gray background full of warm red blooms, the body heat of living creatures, or car engines, and even electronics. He could easily make his way in the dark now, and not even the smallest creatures could escape him.
Sylar was easily able to live underground as a creature of the night, but he never wanted such a life. Sylar was still lonely, forced to remember everyday how this seclusion was forced upon him. He never knew about the world of other mutants, their struggles for independence, and growing acceptance in the world at large. Sylar instead was left to wonder if all mutants were monsters like him, that inspired fear in those around them. Sylar never had a companion to pose these questions to, instead only having the company of Cats. For some reason, Cats never seemed to be afraid of him, instead accepting him as one of their own, a scavenger in the dark. Sylar developed a fondness for them, never harming them and even feeding them when he could. Sylar was never short on time to think though, as his life consisted mostly of staying on the run, and entering the surface world to steal food.
Sylar’s night life became a local legend, some calling him the Predator in the dark, others seeing him as the Scourge of Manhattan. The tabloids loved him, but nobody really believed such a creature lived in Manhattan, at least until the day a little girl went missing. She’d been missing for nearly an entire day, somehow everyone else missing her, but Sylar had found her. She was alone in a park, her voice hoarse from crying out and never being heard. Sylar hid in the dark, the girl’s warmth barely registering with his eyes. He had spent years hiding, never showing himself for fear of what could be. But this night, his heart compelled him to do something. He slowly approached her, his silhouette in the dark terrifying the girl even more. She cringed, crying out that the Boogeyman had come to gobble her up. Sylar whispered to her, his form becoming human as he entered the light of a street lamp.
“That’s right, the Boogeyman has come. But don’t cry, I’m already full tonight. So I think I’ll take you back to your Mommy instead.” She trembled, but stopped crying, unsure of Sylar. He knelt down, and gently reached a hand out to her. “Be good, and lets go home.” He told her, and she timidly grabbed his hand, and then hugged his body. Sylar bolted off like a cheetah, the girl clinging desperately to his body as he moved through the city like a parkour champion. Eventually he made his way to a place he’d always avoided before. This was the local police department, and the only place Sylar knew he could leave the girl safely. He whispered to her, standing atop a rooftop across from the station.
“This is the police department, you know cops right?” She nodded in response to him, and he continued. “Now i’m going to leave you with them, and if you tell them your name and phone number, they’ll be sure to get you home. And remember, be a good girl and always stay with your mother.” She nodded again and replied ok. Sylar hadn’t really communicated with anyone for years, but this little girl, clinging to him, depending on him it somehow rekindled part of his humanity he had been losing before. With that he leapt, landing in front of the station doors and startling the cops inside. As they rushed to the door, and Sylar let go of the girl, he heard her words.
“Thanks mister Boogeyman, Rebecca won’t be bad ever again!” Sylar quickly scaled up the building, the officers barely able to catch a glimpse of him as he reached the roof. They yelled at him to stop, to talk to them. But Sylar knew he couldn’t, he’d done his deed, and now he had to flee. That night, the Scourge of Manhattan was no longer a myth, but instead became a news flash for everyone to read about.
Though Sylar could never see it, the local news ran a report about Rebecca’s disappearance and return by a mysterious mutant. The police department reported that he was wanted for questioning in the girl’s disappearance and return. Her parents thanked the police department, and whoever brought their girl home, saying that man or mutant, all that mattered was that Rebecca was home. But most important, was Rebecca’s statement. As the world tuned in to watch her story, the girl told the world. “The Boogeyman wasn’t so bad you know, he was just a boy!” She said with a smile for the boy who had saved her, not the monster that Sylar thought he was.
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Sample RP: Sylar was 15 this year, his mutation continued to grow, and now that he’d shown himself in public, he’d become even more wary. He sat atop one of the many buildings in Manhattan, the moonlight casting a grim silhouette through his form. He hadn’t eaten yet, and his head was starting to throb. Usually he could just dumpster dive, but he was running out of stored food at his hideout. He’d have to steal some real food tonight. He crawled down the building, his claws easily digging into the brick like a knife into beef. His eyes could make out the heat from people on the streets, and even cars in the street, so he could tell this corner was pretty barren at the moment. He quickly made his way to the back door of the building, a local corner store. A locked door was of little difficulty for Sylar, and he simply balled up his fist and smashed the handle, shattering it. With the door open, he strolled into the vacant building, and made his way to the isles. He quickly grabbed a few things, a loaf of bread, some bags of snacks, some candy, and from the coolers, a bottle of soda. Sylar couldn't read the labels, but knew the bottle shapes, easily picking a Mountain dew, his favorite. Unaware he’d tripped a silent alarm, Sylar soon heard the sirens of a police car in the distance. “Crap” Was his only response, before he turned to leave. He stopped briefly though, grabbing a few cans of cat food on his way out.
Sylar bagged up his pilfered food, and quickly climbed the building to the rooftop. As he stood up, he could hear the car pulling up to the building, not giving the officers time to notice him, he leapt to the next building, and began to cross the urban jungle towards a safe spot far away from the police. Eventually Sylar felt he’d made enough distance, and dropped down into an alley. Now he just had to get into a manhole and he was home free. Sylar moved into the street, and began to pry open a manhole, only to curse again when he realized he’d ignored a certain person walking towards him. Another cop, easily able to see Sylar prying open a manhole, yelled at him. “Hey, stop! I need to talk to you!” But Sylar had no intentions of being caught, for any reason. “Not this time” Sylar responded, as he dropped into the sewers, quickly pulling the cover back into place before sprinting down the tunnel. A few areas in the sewer walls had cracked, or fallen apart, letting Sylar switch between sewer, and subway tunnel. Now making his way from a subway tunnel to a station, he pulled up his hoodie, and curled his tail around his waist, and up into his sweatshirt. It was uncomfortable, but the only way to hide his tail when he slept. He sat down, tearing into a bag of chips eagerly after such an escape. He stopped though, hearing a sound.
He turned to see one of the strays had come down into the station. He smiled, and reached into his bag. “No luck tonight? Well here.” He said, prying the top of the can off and offering it to the cat. As he and his feline friend sat down to dinner, Sylar began to wonder about his life. “The Cops seem to be more and more set on “talking “ to me every time I go up there. Maybe it’s time to leave for good.” He thought aloud, his only response the eager lapping of the cats jaw into the can of meat. Sylar laughed, wishing sometimes that he could be as carefree as the cats. “One of these days, I’ll find my own kind too, and see what the other Muties are like.” He lamented, his concerns softened by his full stomach, and growing exhaustion.
