Individual
Character's full name: Petelo (Peter) Maliota
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Answers to his English name Peter, jokingly called “Muhammad Maliota” by his coaches
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Date of Birth: 07/12/1997
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Apia, Samoa
Nationality: New Zealander
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Samoan
Appearance
Hair color and style: Dark brown, scruffy, tied into a bushy pony tail
Skin Tone: Tanned, Brown
Eye Color: Dark brown
Height: 6ft 4in
Build: Chubby
Visible mutation: black and Brass colored armor which extends from the left half of his neck, across his traps covering part of his chest and back on his left side, left shoulder plate and two brass colored gauntlets which glow a soft purple when filled with energy, brightness will indicate how much energy he has left.
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Traditional Samoan tattoo (tatau) from his upper rib cage to just above his knees, which he usually hides beneath his clothes.
Other features: Usually seen eating apples and/or pears.
Everyday clothing style: Petelo is often wearing a large variety of floral printed shirts and a small golden bracelet on his left hand. He also sports swim trunks/ lava lava’s and sandals, but will opt for loose fitting black jeans and steel cap boots every other day. He also wears an assortment of different colored hoodies over his normal attire if it’s cold.
Uniform: (if applicable)
Sleepwear: Usually prefers to sleep in his boxers, but will wear a lava lava if he’s lazy.
Miscellaneous clothing: (if applicable)
Character
Personality: Petelo is a very light hearted and soft spoken individual, who likes to do things at his own pace. He’s very mellow and not very easily angered, and nothing really seems to bother him considering what he’s been through. His attention is very easily gained and lost, but he is somewhat cool to talk to about almost anything, though he might not always be listening.
Petelo considers himself to be a pacifist, which some find quite hypocritical considering his mutation and boxing background. But he believes being a pacifist doesn’t mean not resorting to violence, but instead using it out of his will to protect rather than his anger or hate towards others. “better to be a warrior in a garden, than a gardener in a war” he would say.
English is his second language, and although he’s learnt it well he will often speak in the third person.
He’s also very intrigued with the united states and the way things work here, and finds interest in even the smallest of things. He doesn’t make too many jokes, and doesn’t really know when people are being sarcastic or not, which usually ends up with him doing exactly what people say even if they don’t mean for him to or simply stare in confusion.
He has a tendency to ask all sorts of questions about all sorts of things, and will come off as childish to some people because of the way he speaks and acts. His childish naivety makes him quite easily manipulated and taken advantage of as well. He has a strong sense to fight only to protect others, and his will can be twisted to fight for the wrong reasons or for the wrong people.
He’s also quite hopeless at dealing with other peoples emotional problems especially women. If a woman begins to cry he becomes quite anxious and nervous and tries all he can to make her stop, much like an older brother to a toddler sibling (even if said person is older than himself).
He does have quite a lot on his mind, but prefers to keep it too himself as not to involve others in his own personal dilemmas, and chooses to solve his problems on his own one day at a time.
Hobbies/ Interests: Although he’s very easy going, he cant help it when given the chance to pit his strength against someone else’s. He also enjoys sparring from time to time, but not as much as he used to. He also loves a good eating competition, and can eat surprisingly large amounts of food.
Job or part time job and description: Was going to become a pro boxer, used to work part time at a construction job.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: He’s extremely afraid of small spiders (not like tarantulas, more like jumping spiders) and will sometimes freeze or run away if too close to them. Also has a small fear of the dark, or more specifically what he can’t see when the lights are off, which seems quite childish considering his age and intimidating stature.
Special talents: He can play the ukulele, is a pretty good rugby player and speaks Samoan fluently.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Good, he doesn’t care all too much about mutant affairs, but wants to do whatever he can in order to redeem his family name. And although he has this mission in mind he doesn’t want that drive to compromise who he is or how he handles his business.
Mutations
Mutation description: Energy absorption/repulsion
His mutation seeps a metallic liquid substance from the skin on his arms, which solidify into a pair of brass colored gauntlets, and armor on his left shoulder And neck. These gauntlets can absorb energy in most of it’s forms except kinetic, which can be fired back in the form of his own psyonic energy, or used to temporarily increase his punching power.
Strengths:
His punching power increases dramatically after absorbing energy, so much so that he can punch through most solid objects (walls, trees, etc.) Which he utilizes with his boxing style of fighting. With the gauntlets equipped he has a base punching force of 10000 psi.
His hardest punch when energy absorbed has reached it’s maximum capacity, measures at 130000 psi. Almost enough to bend titanium (144000 psi), at the cost of all absorbed energy and a sudden wave of extreme fatigue.
The areas covered by the armor are nearly as dense as fullerite (a mineral harder than diamond) which he uses to defend against basic attacks.
He can absorb an opponents energy based attack and fire it back at them. So he can essentially nullify an opponents offensive maneuver, and turn it against them. He can also use this absorbed energy to increase his punching power if he doesn’t have enough strength or energy absorbed to fire it.
Weaknesses and Limitations:
Whilst Petelo is in this form, the only thing keeping it together is his own adrenaline and stamina, as wearing the armor takes a very large toll in his body and he usually can’t maintain it for more than 20 minutes before either his body falls under the weight of the armor or the metal seeps back into his skin leaving him powerless for at least 12 hours before it’s safe to reuse. Using it any sooner can cause him to collapse from fatigue, or lead to fatal injury.
Absorbing energy is also very taxing on Petelo’s body, so he can only absorb as much as his body will allow. If he absorbs too much energy, his body will destroy itself under the pressure of the energy coursing through it, unless he can get out of the way of the opponents blast and immediately discharge what he’s absorbed.
His psyonic blasts only shoot in straight lines at a range of about 50-150mt (depending on his own strength level) one punch at a time completely draining the power he borrows in order to fire it, so he can’t use it to empower his punches and is returned to his base strength. He also needs to absorb a large amount of energy in order to fire it or it won’t fire at all.
Although he can fire psyonic energy from the gauntlets, the initial energy from which it is made must come from an outside source (an attacker, or ally trying to aid him), and must be absorbed through the gauntlets themselves, which means he must wait for either his opponent to strike or an ally’s help in order to fire, and if neither ally nor foe possess any sort of energy based attack other than kinetic, then he must create his own energy which in turn weakens him, and the blast it produces by 80% of it’s initial power. It also reduces his blast range to 50mt.
And although the blasts of psyonic energy are his most powerful attacks, using this form of offense is extremely taxing, so he can’t fire anymore than 3-5 shots before collapsing from fatigue, leaving him completely vulnerable until he regains consciousness. Also if he wakes up any sooner than 12 hours, his power is deemed unsafe to use.
When energy that is absorbed is used to further empower his own punches, with each strike he lands or misses, that borrowed power seeps away until he’s back at base strength. These surges and dips in strength aren’t very healthy either, and after fights he often experiences intense cramps in his arms and chest area.
He is also unable to absorb kinetic energy, so anyone who possesses any form of kinetikinesis or is being empowered by someone with kinetikinesis, can strike at Petelo’s gauntlets without him absorbing any energy or gaining any power.
He’s also not very fast on his feet, which puts him at a significant disadvantage against ranged opponents and speedsters.
Since he hasn’t trained with his ability all that much, he still doesn’t know how to use it to it’s full effect, and tends to rely heavily on his boxing method of fighting instead of utilizing the psyonic energy power he possesses which takes out a huge chunk of his arsenal.
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: Physically, Petelo has the equivalent speed of anyone his age and size, but can lift twice his body weight and punch at great speeds. He’s also got lightning fast reflexes from his boxing training, and can get just out of range of most boxers due to his height and 80cm reach. He also has quite a lot of stamina, but it depletes quit quickly when his mutation is in use.
Fighting Style: Boxing
Fighting Style Pros/Cons:
(Pros)
indisputable punching technique
He utilized the southpaw fighting stance (right foot forward)
His fast reflexes, height and reach made him tough to hit
K.O. power in both hands (mainly left)
Built up stamina
(Cons)
No ground offense/ defense
No leg offense/ defense
Defense relied heavily on reflex
Difficulty against all kicking martial arts
Predictable
History Of Your Character
Petelo was born in Apia Samoa, to a somewhat wealthy family. His father who was the chief of there village was a famous boxer in his past, and the family went on to live off of his earnings he’d made from his boxing career.
When he had just turned five years old, he moved to New Zealand with his mother to better his education, but his father stayed behind in order to fulfill his duties as chief. They stayed at his aunties house and he applied for his N.Z. citizenship in order to attend school which he started age 7.
Since he’d missed out on two years of his education and couldn’t speak much English, he was placed in classes with children younger than himself. Since he was already big for his age he didn’t have many friends and was bullied by the kids in his supposed year. That’s when he decided to go to a boxing gym.
He had trained for years and by the time he’d turned 15 he already had 5 amateur fights under his belt, all of them wins by knock out. Word had spread that the son of a famous heavyweight boxer was beginning to make waves in the sports industry, and at age 16 after passing his level 1; dropped out of high school to pursue a career in boxing.
At age 17 he was scouted at one of his amateur fights by a sports promoter from the states, who offered him a spot on his main card in Las Vegas. This was the moment He’d always dreamed of, and 3 months later he was flown to the states to begin his training camp.
During his training he received news that his father had passed away and the village needed a new chief to take his place. With his fight coming up in the next 2 months he rushed back to Samoa to receive his chief title, and the media covered the entire thing. Whilst there, he decided to receive the traditional Samoan tattoo (Tatau) in memory of his father who’d passed. But as his fight neared it’s time he wasn’t able to finish the tattoo and was forced to return to Las Vegas to heal from the tattoo wounds, and finish his training in only one month. But he vowed to return after winning in order to complete the tattoo, as an unfinished Tatau was a sign of shame and bad luck.
Fortunately he was able to finish his training and heal his wounds before the weigh in. He and the other fighters were asked to do an open workout to promote the fight, and all eyes were on Petelo. He was very excited and displayed his punching power on the heavy bag. Punch after punch the impact resonated through the entire gym, as his coaches and managers watched in amazement. Everyone wanted to see if this rookie lived up to the hype. At that moment his mutation manifested itself for the first time.
As he continued to punch at the bag he could feel what he thought was his sweat, becoming hotter around his arms, as the crowd began to whisper. He thought he was doing something wrong, so he continued to punch the bag harder and harder, until finally he’d punched clean through it. At first he stared at it in shock as the stuffing spilled onto the floor, before turning to the crowd who were now shouting about “He’s a mutant!!” he heard as he was dragged into the locker room by his coaches. He had no idea what was happening, as the voices in the gym got louder and louder. “someone call the police!!” he heard as his coach locked the door.
He was pulled from the fight and that night he watched what the rest of the world saw on T.V. whilst he was punching, a metallic liquid-like substance had began to seep from his arms. At first he’d laughed thinking it was some sort of cgi stunt. But then as it solidified into a gauntlet form he watched in shock as he punched through the 300lb punching bag.
Within the course of that month, Petelo’s life began it’s downward spiral. His family cut off all contact with him, he lost his chief title, he was stripped of his boxing license and was banned from all sports competition and his boxing feats from his 24/0 amateur boxing record came under heavy superstition. His coach took pity on him and got a friend of his to give Petelo a part time job as a construction worker, but he was forced to quit after many workers began to leave and some sent death threats.
That night he’d cleared all his accounts and using the money he’d inherited from his fathers life insurance, he made his way to New York leaving behind only his phone number to talk to his coach whom he still considered a friend. He had no idea what he would do ounce he got there, but he did know this power of his wasn’t going to be the end of him.
Now he walks around hiding his tattoo, a constant reminder of the people who’d abandoned him and a permanent mark of shame. He knows that in order to fulfill his vision he must master his mutation. He hopes to accomplish a great feat of heroism in order to hopefully restore honor to the family name that he’d disgraced and one day return home to Samoa in the future to complete his tatau. But above all else he wants to prove himself to his family, and show them that he’s not the monster they think him to be and that this power of his hasn’t changed the Petelo they used to know.
Roleplay
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Sample RP:
He sat in the locker room alone. It was dark except for the sunlight that slipped in through the windows that lined up above the empty lockers all around the small room. He had a very well known fear of the dark, but he dimmed the lights anyway to take his mind off of the fight. It wasn’t working.
He was nervous anxious and excited all at the same time. All his training and hard work lead up to this moment, the moment of truth. His coach popped his head through the door-
“You’re on in five Ali.” His coach smiled.
“For the hundredth time coach, my name is Peter.” he tried to come off as manly as possible but couldn’t stop his voice from cracking slightly. “Oh I know, and tonight your gonna show the world what Peter is made of”. He then closed the door leaving Petelo alone with his thoughts.
Even through all the tension and excitement, that mans voice was like his anchor reminding him why he was here, bringing him down from his buzz at least for the moment so all he could focus on was one thing above all else. Winning.
He rose from the bench, sweat seeping through his hand wraps as he stared at himself through the mirror in the far corner. He stared long and hard. He wore his fathers robe from when he made his debut, and boxing trunks. White silk with black trim, that shimmered in the light. He turned to see the back of the robe. It read “Malosi” Samoan for strength and “Fatu” Samoan for heart. He giggled a little at the thought of his father wearing this gear, as he was quite the plump individual.
“Is this how dad felt” he thought to himself.
“One minute kid you better get out here…” the coach stared at Petelo’s reflection.
His eyes were glazed over with a look he’d never seen before, as if all the fear inside him had somehow disappeared. He’d changed from that scrawny five year old that had first cried his way through the gym, to a man of pride and conviction. He let out his trademark smile to reveal his mouthpiece which read “Siampini”
Samoan for champion.
“Let’s get em coach.” He smiled.
“Now that’s what I’m talkin bout Pete…” he patted his back firmly as he entered the gym.
“But will you save that darned robe for the actual fight!? Its only an open workout after all.”
