Individual

Character's full name: Maximilian Bartholomew Constantine Wolfeschlegelsteinhausenbergerdorff IV
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: The Texas Law Hawk
Gender: Man
Age: Mid thirties
Date of Birth: March 18th
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Nacogdoches, Texas
Nationality: American
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Texan

Appearance

Hair color and style: Short and blond.
Skin Tone: Fair, like how he wants the courts to be.
Eye Color: As keen as a hawk’s. Able to spot injustice from far away.
Height: 6’4”
Build: Fit. He fights for justice!
Visible mutation: Sounds of hawks.
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: A tattoo of a hawk guarding the scales of Justice across his back. The hawk holds a flag in each talon one of a Texas flag the other of an American flag.
Other features: Hawkish face.

Everyday clothing style: A sharp suit bound to leave anyone sweaty in the Texas heat
Uniform: A sharper suit with hawk cufflinks.
Sleepwear: Four piece silk suit pajamas
Miscellaneous clothing: American flag or Texas flag aviator glasses. Driving gloves, the talons of Justice!

Character

Personality: Large and in charge. Loud and commanding with an appetite for Justice!
Hobbies/ Interests: Justice!
Job or part time job and description: Full time lawyer, part time lover of Justice.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: That someone will submit to a breathalyzer!
Special talents: Due process and do wheelies! Protecting people's rights and ensuring Justice! Motorbiking for Freedom!

Morality

Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Lawful America.

Mutations

Mutation description:
Appearing alongside an explosion immediately after someone calls you as the air is filled with the call of a hawk. Hawk call also accompanies most other actions.
Strengths:
Sudden appearance disorients those who seek to violate Justice! Hawk call strikes fear into those who would do harm.
Weaknesses and Limitations:
The vacuum of space. In space no one can hear a hawk.

Physical Abilities

General Physical Capabilities: Able to walk after jumping from a moving vehicle, can kool-aid man through walls to announce himself.
Fighting Style: Talons of Justice!
Fighting Style Pros/Cons: Unbeatable!

History Of Your Character


Roleplay
What’s your OOC alias?: Fuegogrande
Where did you learn about this site?: A voice cried out in the darkness that there was a place without Justice.
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: The best ones!
Sample RP:

The air was cold that night as a man walked home from a St. Patrick’s day party with some friends. They stopped as the flashing of red and blue came from behind him. The sound of footfalls announced the approach of a member of New York’s finest. One man did not fear, while he had been drinking, he knew his rights.

“Evening officer.” The man said as he turned around. The other’s all turned with him

“Had a good St. Patty’s day did you? Have a few drinks? This is a no refusal weekend I’m gonna need you to blow!”[/color] The officer said as he produced The Intoxifinder 9000. “You’re first leprechaun!” The officer said as he pointed to the shortest of a the group, a Warwick Davis impersonator dressed in green.

The man compiled and The Intoxifinder 9000 gave a ding as and flashed blue. It then announced loudly, “Drunk alert. Drunk alert!” The officer then cuffed the small man.

“This is 100 percent accurate.” The officer announced as he directed the man to sit down and turned to his next target. “You’re next!”

The man who knew his rights stood proud and said, “I refuse to blow.”

The officer laughed and spit back, “It’s a no refusal license, you’re going to lose your license!.”

The man smiled back and proclaimed, “I know the Texas Law Hawk!”

Suddenly there was an explosion and a motorcycle came flying over the cop car like it had just done a sweet jump. The cry of a hawk filled the air, like an angelic bird announcing the coming of a legal savior.

The motorcycle landed and stopped. Maximilian rose and yelled, “Someone just called me!” The spectacle left the officer reeling and he dropped The Intoxifinder 9000 and it broke on the ground. It broke into a few pieces revealing it was in no way a device intended to accurately gauge intoxication. “That’s why you don’t blow!” he yelled pointing at the device on the ground, the cry of a hawk filling the air as he pointed.

“Well then I’ll just take their blood.” The officer said finally finding his wits.

“You’re gunna need a warrant for that!” Maximilian shot back.

“Who do you think you are?” The officer asked.

“Maximilian Bartholomew Constantine Wolfeschlegelsteinhausenbergerdorff the Fourth. The Texas Law Hawk!” He answered with the confidence of a bear eyeing a salmon who had just jumped from the river.

He flashed the talons of Justice and the officer retreated to his car. He had been bested. He was just a man who was from West Philadelphia, born and Raised. The playground was where he spent most of his days. Chillin’ out, maxin’, and relaxin all cool. Shootin’ some b-ball outside of the school. When a couple of guys who were up to no good started makin’ trouble in his neighborhood. He got in one little fight and his mom got scared and said “You’re movin’ with you auntie and uncle in Bel-Air.

Kool-Aid man powers are a bit OP, don't you think?