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Dec 28, 2016 11:28:04 GMT -6
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Individual
Character's full name: Dr. Caleb Nelson Fishman
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Cale, Manfish
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Date of Birth: 10/8/87
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: California
Nationality: American
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Mix
Appearance
Hair color and style: None
Skin Tone: blue-grey
Eye Color: Black
Height: 6’0
Build: Thick; a balance between fat and muscular.
Visible mutation: Cale is an odd mix of man and fish, not resembling a single type or species of fish, but many. His blue-grey skin resembles that of a shark, though his build is thicker, bulkier, and not as streamlined. His head is shaped like a catfish, complete with the “whiskers” on his chin that almost resemble a beard. His mouth is full of pointy, piranha-like teeth, A long, thin fin runs down the length of his back. He has pectoral fins on his upper arm, and another set of fins on his thighs, which rest perfectly against his skin when he’s not underwater. His hands and feet are human in appearance, and his torso is a white color.
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: N/A
Other features: N/A
Everyday clothing style: Cale always wears a wetsuit; the colors vary, but it is always a shorty, stopping just above his elbows, and knees. His suits are custom made, with slits for his fins to fit out of. When not underwater, Cale wears a special pair of glasses that strap around his head, since he has no visible ears
Uniform: His uniform is the same style of wetsuit, only it is a dark blue and yellow.
Sleepwear: Wetsuit
Miscellaneous clothing: He may own a few wetsuits that are patterned like special-occasion clothing? Also, he has a labcoat.
Character
Personality: One’s first impression of Manfish would be one of a silent, brooding, and gruff, if at times bitter individual. And this would be true, as his past and environment have forced him to grow a thick outer skin(both metaphorically and literally), and he takes time to trust or open up to someone. He has very little tolerance for nonsense, though his attacks are more often verbal than they are physical. He holds himself to a very strict moral code, under which he only fights when absolutely necessary.
Under this gruff outer layer lies the heart of a philosopher who enjoys studying and learning whatever he can about the earth and its inhabitants. At the same time, he also enjoys teaching, sharing his findings, and having deep, thoughtful conversation to those who’ll listen. When it comes to anything science-related, especially relating to aquatic life and studies, he gets very passionate and eager to share with any nearby.
Despite his hardships and the bullying and teasing he’s gone through(and still goes through, on account of his very visible mutation), he always looks for the good in the world, and strives to do the right thing no matter what the circumstances.
However, he is prone to bouts of depression, drinking, and verbal outbursts because he tends to hold in his negative emotions until he just explodes. He harbors a bitterness towards humans and “normals,” the term he gives to non-visible mutants, neither of whom he feels understands what it’s “really” like to be considered a monster or freak.
To those with the patience to get close, he will care deeply for, and do everything in his power to help.
Hobbies/ Interests: Marine Biology, Diving, Research
Job or part time job and description: He teaches biology at the mansion and spends a day a week volunteering at an aquarium.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Dying alone, his own capabilities, bears, cats….
Special talents: Diving
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Good: He follows his heart, and the law, to the fullest extent he knows how, always doing what he feels is right, and looking out for others.
Mutations
Mutation description: Fish-chimera
Amphibious: Manfish can breathe both on land or under-water
Senses: He can see well in the dark and underwater, his catfish barbels provide him with an extra ability to sense chemicals in the air or water, and the electrical fields of other living things. Sense of smell is heightened, especially the smell of blood.
Strengths: He can survive any amount of time on land or underwater, and a few of his senses are above average.
Weaknesses and Limitations: Manfish has to keep his skin moist, hence the constant wearing of wetsuits. Heat dries out skin, and dry skin makes him apt to overheat.
On land, he isn’t as agile or as graceful as he is underwater, often looking like a lumbering buffoon at first glance. His sight isn’t as functional on land, as light refracts differently on land than in water. In water, his sight is perfect, but on land, he wears a pair of prescription transition sunglasses.
Also…don’t pull his barbels. They hurt, as they are touch sensitive.
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: His strength is average for a man his build, and his speed and agility is much better underwater.
Fighting Style: Cale has training in wrestling, and as such is a grappler before he’s a striker, preferring to take down and strategically incapacitate his opponents instead of pummeling them to a pulp.
Fighting Style Pros/Cons: Pros: His is a very defensive-based style, and he is able to perform different take-downs from many positions. His strength can also make him difficult to take down.
Cons: He’s slow, and can be outmaneuvered.
History Of Your Character
Manfish was born Caleb Nelson Fishman; an only child to Anastasia and Marty. From an early age, Caleb showed that he was very bright, and eager to learn. He got along well with the other kids, and was known for helping others who were bullied. He loved to play and wrestle with the other kids, and despite his size even as a child, was very careful not to hurt anyone.
But at age 12, his vision started going bad. Very sensitive to light, his eyes were unable to see, but it was a very curious thing because in the dark and under water, especially the latter, his vision was just fine, if not perfect. So, he was prescribed a special pair of shades.
They say that at puberty, everything changes, and for our young Fishman, that was none the truer. Over the years, his skin changed color, his ears seemed to melt into his head, and he grew fins. His skin now needed to remain moist, and where other kids were growing facial hair, Cale sprouted barbels, catfish-whiskers. Due to his skin now being slimy and fishlike, he was kicked off the wrestling team. And because he now could breathe underwater as well as on land, he was banned from the swim team as well.
Subject to bullying for the rest of his school years, this still didn’t stop him. Without trivial things like friends, girls or extra-curricular activities, the teenage Fishman had all the more time for his studies, and at the end of high school, graduated Valedictorian. His parents were proud of him, and never treated him any different though he looked nothing like them anymore. In fact, they loved him all the more.
After graduating high school, Cale moved to New York, more accepting of the nickname Manfish, that people who thought they were so smart and original decided to do with his name. By now, he embraced it. He enrolled in college, working at aquariums and taking diving jobs on the side for extra cash and to pay off loans. Thanks to his devotion to hard work, he now has a PhD in marine biology, longing to teach mutant children and share his love of science with the world. And if he can, usher in an age of respect for visible mutants like him.
Roleplay
Where did you learn about this site?: I think Google? It’s been awhile.
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: Ty Fisher
Sample RP:
Sitting on a park bench, a pair of black, inhuman eyes stared at the setting sun through a pair of special lenses. In his left leathery, blue-grey hand was a Styrofoam cup of coffee, which he sipped on casually. People walked by, but Cale had long learned the art of shrugging off the giggles and the cries of "Look at the Fish-Man!” The sad thing was, this was from children and adults alike. Children were inquisitive and had no tact, but adults should know better. Maybe they did, but they just didn’t care. Whatever.
Pulling his brown trench-coat closed and fastening it to conceal his black wetsuit, he threw the cup in the trash without a care in the world. He’d lived in the city for going on ten years now; people should be used to him, but whatever. Walking down the street, he headed the few blocks to the aquarium, walking in through the employee entrance and making his way down the secret corridors that no tourist would ever see.
Grabbing a bucket, he shed his trench-coat and climbed up to feed his first stop for the night. Pulling a fish out of the bucket, he resisted the urge to eat it himself as he tossed it out over the tank, to be caught by a dolphin in mid-air, which thin swam to him.
He smiled; this dolphin was a mammal, yet aquatic. In a way, it was like him. There were so few compared to the many fish in the sea, like there was only one of him in this mass of dominantly humans and things resembling them. But…the dolphin was happy.
To him, that meant that he too, could be happy.
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