Individual

Character's full name:Samuel Iamoju
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Viper
Gender: Male
Age: unknown Early twenties
Date of Birth: unknown
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Possibly Central Africa
Nationality: Congolese or Sudanese
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: African

Appearance

Hair color and style: Black short dreadlocks
Skin Tone: brown
Eye Color: Black and red and viper like
Height: 6’1
Build: Athletic 190 lbs
Visible mutation: Black eyes with red viper like vertical pupils, fangs and small bulges under his armpits.
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Various scars and the letters RFA burned into his left shoulder blade (A brand from his time as a child soldier)
Other features: Goatee

Everyday clothing style: Normal, urban. Nothing to flashy or attention drawing
Uniform: All black everything (mask, black hoodie cargo pants and gloves. Lightweight combat boots, ballistic resistant body armor, AR-15 and an FN57. (You know typical crime gear.)

Sleepwear: Boxers
Miscellaneous clothing: Concealed Black FN5.7 pistol, and a pack of cigarettes.

Character

Personality: Quiet, cold, distant and untrusting Sam is at best described as a loner. Years of violence and mental manipulation have taken a huge toll on his humanity and social skills. Although he is a really great guy! His therapist recommends that he learn to open up more; maybe make friends and learn to express his feelings, but when you come from a place where empathy is a liability and death is a way of life, friends don’t come easy… and neither does trust….but great guy.


Hobbies/ Interests: Boxing, sports, video games, karaoke
Job or part time job and description: Former child soldier and bodyguard turned thief.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Losing his free will. Telepaths, empaths or anyone who can mess with your head.
Special talents: Singing, lock picking. Excellent hand eye coordination, and aim. Learned knife combat and throwing from a Warlord in Sudan at a young age.

Morality

Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Other, morality is merely a perception of what one feels is wrong or right given their current situation. Samuel's perception of right and wrong are blurred based on his experiences. While not totally without a moral compass, it varies on what is called for at the time. He’d like to never kill women and children again though.

Mutations

For the sake of clarity: poison, toxin and venom are terms for any substance that injures the health or destroys life when absorbed into the system.

Toxikinesis
At its basic level Samuel has the ability to generate, absorb and manipulate toxic substances and energies. He can increase or decrease the potency of his venom within his range of sight, but it isn't strong enough to kill on its own.

Samuel's anatomy and immune system have mutated various auxiliary organs and lymph nodes that allow him to not only produce his own venom, but absorb environmental toxins around him. Toxins are filtered out by his lymphatic system and stored in extra axillary nodes located under his armpits, before being metabolized and stored in "sacs" located in the predatory organs in his forearms.
These predatory organs act similarly to a Cone snail's with each sheathing a harpoon like blade roughly 8 inches long that can be used as a melee weapon or fired out to 15 feet before retracting.

How his venom works:
With a combination of haemotoxic and neurotoxic properties and specially designed enzymes that attack those with healing factor x-genes differently than humans and other mutants. In most cases an anticoagulant prevents clotting and starts the breakdown of healthy tissue around the infected site causing intense pain followed by numbness, vertigo and loss of motor control in the affected limb or area before eventually wearing off (2-3 days).
Mutants with a healing factor are affected quite differently, as the enzymes aggressively attack an opponent’s self-healing abilities. Reversing the process so that the more an opponent attempts to heal an enzyme-inflicted wound, the worse it becomes before eventually wearing off (4-5days).

Poison Immunity
Samuel is immune to most environmental toxins; as his lymphatic system produces a variety of chemicals to counteract their effects. His eyes can spontaneously generate protective membranes, allowing sight in a cloud of tear gas. His trachea is lined with highly absorptive cilia, which filter and neutralize harmful particles such as smoke. His body produces atropine to defend against nerve gas, and amyl to overcome blood agents like cyanide. His sweat glands excrete dimercaprol and chloramine to counteract blistering agents such as mustard gas. His cell nuclei float in a solution of iodized salt to deflect gamma rays and other radiation.
A side-effect of this results in peak physical condition as his body's unique chemistry keeps him in top physical shape. He has an increased endurance and can exert himself far longer than most because his body absorbs and converts lactic acid build up into nutrients that he can use.

Strengths:
Great offensive and defensive capabilities.
Has a devastating effect on healing factors.
Can smoke and drink without consequence.

Weaknesses and Limitations:
Can’t get drunk. (bummer)
Samuel can only focus his toxin enough to kill on one person at a time. While this is easier accomplished through direct physical contact (3-7min) than maintaining line of sight (20-30min), depending on size and weight of the victim.
Venom is easily cured and requires no special anti-venom.
While aggressively attacking (self) healing factors, this does not prevent or affect third party healing.

Physical Abilities

General Physical Capabilities: Above average strength, stamina and endurance but nothing superhuman. Could compete with the best collegiate athletes.

Fighting Style: Close to mid range combat is his preference, as it allows him to fully maximize his abilities and special talents in combat.

Fighting Style Pros: Can match most in stamina and strength, has a slight advantage at Close Quarters Combat, and natural weaponry
Cons: Long or Ranged combatants, Dermal armor

History Of Your Character
Samuel was born in Sudan to a wealthy merchant and his wife on their estate just outside western Sudan. It was there that Sam lived a privileged life at a young age. From what Sam can remember his father's estate was as wide as the eye could see, with many of his laborer's and staff living on site along with extended family and friends. It was more like a small village than anything else a place that defined the true meaning of home. With crops and cattle it was its own paradise in the midst of a dry wasteland.

As Sam grew older it was becoming more and more clear that the peaceful world he had come to love so much was changing for the worst. Armed men now patrolled the boundaries to his father's lands, the small village where laborers once called home now grief stricken camp filled with refugees from neighboring villages and towns telling horrible stories of war and death. With all that was going Sam no longer got to enjoy the vast freedom of his beautiful lands instead of roaming the sand and valleys on horseback he had become restricted to the main house and courtyard only.

One night Sam would awake to the sound of such horror just outside his home. His mother's voice was frantic, her arms nudging him violently, occasionally leaving from his bedside before running to his window and glancing outside, then rushing back to his bedside continuing to urge him up.

He started to ask his mother what was wrong but was cut short by the sound of gunfire, followed by the screams of women and children.

Before Sam could respond his mother grabbed him by his hand and dragged him out the room, the sounds of war erupting as they made their way through the grounds. Dead bodies and blood marked the path as they weaved through the violence and mayhem. Then things got real slow and quiet, Sam looked off to his right as a uniformed man with a rifle slammed the butt of it into a woman's head, for a brief second the two locked eyes before the man raised his rifle and aimed it at Sam.

There was a flash of light and a slight breeze before he felt the weight of his mother tug his arm down, followed by a scream. Sam attempted to pull his mother up but she didn't move.

"Mama… Mama get up!" he cried tugging at her arm. Sam instinctively looked back to his right seeing the man upon them his rifle butt coming down at his head before he blacked out. When he awoke the raid was over no more bright fires or screams of terrified people. Instead buildings and tents were mere smoldering ashes. The exchanges of gunfire now replaced by single fire executions, and the once horrid screams of the terrified were merely weeps and sobs of despair. Blurry his eyes wandered attempting to gain a clue to his surroundings.

It was there he would meet a man by the name of Koffi, a high ranking officer in the Republic Freedom army, mutant and self- proclaimed Savior. He explained to Sam that he and his forces heard the sounds of gunfire while on patrol and rushed to the aid of the village. He explained to Sam his beliefs and ideas and the purpose of his forces. Graciously he extended his hand to assist Sam in finding his parents and making those who did this pay.

Young and naive Sam accepted his offer, and over the next years he would spend with numerous other boys from various villages training and learning to be child soldiers. Over this time he would learn everything from hand to hand combat to basic guerrilla warfare tactics, before being thrown into a series of raids on villages and refugee camps. Murder, rape and death were nightly activities promoted by Koffi. It was at this time many of the boys began to question their leader’s intentions only to have those thoughts quelled with violence or by the mental manipulations of Koffi’s abilities. If one still stood “unwilling to the cause” he would be forced to kill in a round of "eliminations" or death matches to weed out the weak. Sam would spend years under the direction of Koffi, and his brainwashing system until he was nothing more than a killer with no memory of his home or family.
After years of training and killing to make him the perfect soldier, Sam and a few others were separated from the main force once their powers began to develop. Beginning special training centered on awakening their abilities, this class was instructed by Koffi personally and centered on putting children against life threatening and stressful circumstances to draw out the abilities of a child. Add that in with the yearly eliminations and some would learn to harness and understand their abilities quite well. Samuel was one of those children. The overtime RFA would fall to UN forces and Sam would spend the next five years in rehabilitation at a secured UN facility in Washington D.C, before relocating to New York.

Roleplay

What’s your OOC alias?: Sam Iam
Where did you learn about this site?: Been around before
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: Nope,not currently
Sample RP:
For May it was colder than one would expect, the light cascade of moisture continued to fall upon the not so busy streets. It was late not to mention cloudy, cold and wet, the type of day when sensible people would stay inside. Or try their best to hurry and get there. Yet there he sat head low, dressed in black waiting at the bus stop. He clutched his gym bag as he adjusted it and his sitting position resting the contents on his lap.

'Its past nine by now…'


Sam looked down at his digital watch for the second time in thirty seconds, his left hand pulling back the sleeve of his hoodie exposing the unimpressive time piece. He sucked his teeth as a way to vent his current frustration, before pulling a red and white pack of cigarettes from his back pants pocket. He inhaled briefly before passing the smoke through his lips, another drag soon to follow as he checked his watch again.
'It's late…' he thought to himself, exhaling as he looked up slightly at the convenience store at the other end of the block. He thought these things kept a schedule for a reason, lifting his wrist to steal another glance at his watch. His earpiece humming lightly as a voice spoke into his ear.
"Stay alert everyone…..trucks 2 minutes out…."
There was no reply to the voice, radio chatter was instructed to be minimal. Taking a few more hits off his cigarette he put it out placing the butt in his pocket. 'No DNA…'he mentally reminded himself. He pulled the zipper to his gym bag open slightly checking on the rifle he had inside.
"Thirty seconds get into your positions. No mistakes fellas…"
Sam could hear the sound of a diesel engine off in the distance. ".....and we all go home rich.." He took a deep breathe as the armored truck rolled past him towards the convenience store.

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