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Aug 3, 2018 21:53:17 GMT -6
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Individual
Character's full name: Isaac Harms
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Calcifer
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Date of Birth: 08/01/1992
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Southern California
Nationality: United States
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: German
Appearance
Hair color and style: red, buzzed
Skin Tone: tan
Eye Color: reddish brown
Height: 6'
Build: lean
Visible mutation: Glows in relation to his current temperature
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: N/A
Other features: N/A
Everyday clothing style: Long-sleeved shirt made out of heat-reflective survival blankets. Special hoodie, pants, boots, and gloves with a basalt-fiber insulation layer on the outside and lined with several thermal reflective layers. Mouth-covering mask made of wool. Color scheme of black with dark red highlights. Hoodie may be removed if temperatures exceed 50 C (122 F). Extra layers may be added if temperature drops below 20 C (68 F).
Uniform: None
Sleepwear: If it is possible to find a place with an ambient temperature of at least 100 C, nothing. Otherwise, he just keeps his day clothing or bundles up with a lot of insulation.
Miscellaneous clothing: N/A
Character
Personality: Cocky, pragmatic, loner. Tends to brush people off and avoid relationships. Has a relatively calm temper –just ignoring people he doesn’t care about, which is most everyone –but it can go from completely off to completely on if someone pushes him too far insulting his abilities or digging into his past. If he’s ever in one place for more than a few minutes, he tends to start arranging things to make a kind of set-aside space or “nest” for himself.
Hobbies/ Interests: Glass blowing and blacksmithing.
Job or part time job and description: Mercenary for hire. Jobs where collateral damage is of little concern. Prefers not to kill people if possible.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Feels cold almost constantly and is obsessed with finding ways to be comfortably warm (~1500 C). Afraid of getting close to people. Doesn’t like watching people burn.
Special talents: Perfect pitch and a rich baritone voice that he DOESN’T LET ANYONE KNOW ABOUT.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Neutral. Doesn’t really care about other people or world events, he just wants to get a place where he doesn’t feel cold all the time. This usually means working questionable freelance jobs to get money for his specialized clothing, heat lamps, etc.
Mutations
Mutation description:
Can increase his body temperature at will from its coolest resting state of 75 C (167 F) to 5000 C (9032 F). This can be done at a rate of 1000 C per second and can be approximately localized to portions of his body, though not at a temperature difference of more than 500 C from core to extremity. His power is the result of his mitochondria being able to act as fission reactors, unlocking vast amounts of energy in the food he eats.
Strengths:
His body can exceed the melting points of all known materials, enabling him to melt any substance on touch and even swim through solid rock. Many surrounding materials may also combust due to the radiated heat, but he cannot control this; he can only manage his own body temperature.
He does not feel cold when using his ability (as he becomes a giant heat source), and is immune to fire or any damage due to heat.
Since his body must be able to remain solid at such high temperatures, his molecules have extremely strong bonds which make his tissues very resilient when in his cooled state. Imagine a mass of densely-wrapped Kevlar fibers.
Weaknesses and Limitations:
Using his ability taxes his energy to varying degrees based on his temperature; from the equivalent of a light jog at 500 C to a dead sprint uphill at 5000 C. This affects how long he can stay in his heated state, from several hours to passing out after 20 seconds. The harder he pushes himself, the more exhausted he will be afterward and the longer it will take him to recover before he can use his ability again. Acting in an unusually cold environment or in the presence of something actively trying to cool him drains his energy further.
Also, his physical resiliency decreases with heat, approaching that of human tissue around 3000 C and that of jello at 5000 C.
His resting body temperature is 75 C. As a result of being at a temperature so much greater than his surroundings, he needs to eat a very high-calorie diet and seek out ways of keeping warm or he will succumb to hypothermia.
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: Near-peak cardiovascular fitness and endurance (using his ability is a rare time he doesn’t feel cold, so he uses it to some extent as often as possible, effectively spending hours exercising every day). Can hold his breath for up to 4 minutes. Strength of an average athletic person. Moderate flexibility.
Fighting Style: Basic pugilism. Never really needed to learn how to fight properly; he just barrels forward and punches/melts things.
Fighting Style Pros/Cons: Very strong and aggressive attacks can easily catch opponents off guard or off balance, but someone who knows what they’re doing could counter him. He also doesn’t look twice and can easily fall into a trap.
History Of Your Character
Isaac grew up in southern California as the second child of a non-mutant middle-income family. His aversion to cold saw him spend much of his time outside in the sun, and his resistance to physical harm gave him a cocky demeanor and a bad-boy reputation, starting and ending many fights. His conservative parents did not approve of his actions, and he began to resent them prying into his life. The day he turned 18 he moved into his own apartment and rarely spoke to his family after that. His powers manifested the night of his senior prom when he took his date to bed. It was only a fraction of his fully realized power, but she died horribly. The resulting guilt and ostracization drove him away from his home. As his powers developed, so did his distaste for the cold. He usually lives out of a Streamline trailer in the middle of Death Valley, taking questionable jobs (such as knocking over armored cars headed to Las Vegas) in order to pay for his specialized clothing and living expenses. He has recently traveled to New York on a lead about breaking into the Federal Reserve building.
Roleplay
What’s your OOC alias?: Cal
Where did you learn about this site?: Referred by Ghost
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: N/A
Sample RP:
*clang* *clang* *clang*
The sun beat down on the Nevada desert, turning the sands to coals and the horizon to a troubled reflection. The native fauna sheltered themselves in their burrows and any human crossing the region was either indoors or dead.
*clang* clang* *clang*
Stripped to the waist and glowing like an ember, Isaac hammered a bar of steel flat against the anvil behind his trailer. Occasionally, as the metal cooled, he would press a blazing red hand against it until started to glow again.
*clang* *clang*
*clrrrk*
The steel bent suddenly, brittle flakes flying away from the hammer strike.
Isaac cursed sharply.
Uneven heating.
This was the largest piece Isaac had attempted so far, and it was proving difficult to keep at an even temperature during the long annealing process. The result was patches of brittle, unusable metal along the length of the steel. Isaac sighed and placed the hammer back on its rack. Then, moving away from his equipment, he held the steel plank in front of him and took a deep breath. Heat exploded from his body in searing white light. He placed his hands on either end of his workpiece and pressed them together, the molten steel dripping from his fingers and pooling on the desert sand.
As the last of the metal melted from his hands, the blinding light faded to a glow, then ceased entirely. Isaac’s shoulders slumped. He was tired.
Leaving the forge, Isaac crossed to the metal frame of a pool chair at the far end of his trailer. Surrounding it were twenty large mirrors, each motorized and programmed to reflect the sun directly onto the chair in the center. Isaac spread himself on the charred metal and soaked in the focused heat.
“The world is too cold.” He muttered, and closed his eyes.
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Jun 1, 2017 17:47:11 GMT -6
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