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Individual
Character's full name: Abraham “Bram” Morrison
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name:
Gender: Male
Age: 30
Date of Birth: 05/24/1990
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Dunfermline, UK
Nationality: Scottish
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: BRAM was white British by birth however no longer claims to be of any ethnicity beyond “Mutant”
Appearance
Hair color and style: Black, shaggy and everywhere, literally the only places that don’t have fur covering them are around Bram’s eyes, nose, ears, palms and soles.
Skin Tone: His skin is relatively pale but there’s so little of it visible it’s hard to judge the overall tone
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 6 foot 3, but often walks slouched and appears smaller
Build: Although he appears lanky this is largely due to his elongated limbs and although his frame is packed with relatively dense muscle tissue it’s difficult to see under his fur.
Visible mutation: Bram is covered from head to toe in long shaggy black fur as well as possessing a prehensile tail, often held either upright or gripping onto a nearby support. His limbs are slightly elongated and whilst they still resemble a human in rough shape are evidently longer than average. His feet also bear a closer resemblance to hands including the associated apposable thumbs.
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: None that are visible through his fur however there are a number of scars hidden underneath from assaults in his teenage years.
Everyday clothing style: Loose fitting and casual, wearing clothes may be a social requirement but it’s certainly not comfortable for him. The expense of custom tailoring to accommodate his unusual build and tail has resulted in most of Bram’s wardrobe becoming a little worn out, dated and ill-fitting. He rarely, if ever, seems to wear shoes, in part because they’re incredibly restrictive for him and in part because they simply don’t fit his feet.
Uniform: None
Sleepwear: Bram doesn’t wear clothes in bed normally, his fur hides anything crude but it’s infinitely more comfortable. If he’s in the company of others he’ll stoop to wearing loose fitting shorts and possibly a vest if really necessary.
Miscellaneous clothing:
Character
Personality: Bram is not an outgoing individual. Having faced a number of attacks and hate crimes in his life has left him with a deep seeded distrust of most people and he prefers to go though life with his head down and without rocking the boat. This has given him a tendency to overanalyse pretty much everything and to normally expect the worst in people. Once someone does manage to get through his many, many, layers of social insecurities however he can become an exceptionally open, caring and loyal companion, in no small part because his current social circle is so small that loosing anyone puts a serious dent in his support network.
Bram struggles in admitting his weaknesses and often attempts to hide the trauma of his past with humour, largely as a defence mechanism, and the most detail many people will ever hear of it is wrapped in self depreciating anecdotes. Most attempts to dig into these get dismissed or written off and seriously pressing him for answers often leads him to try and downplay his experiences as similar to those that everyone goes through.
Hobbies/ Interests: Bram is an amateur seamstress, in no small part from the necessity of having to make and alter his own clothes.
Most ball games also appeal to Bram, especially basketball, due to his enhanced physical attributes they’re rarely much of a challenge but he enjoys actually being a celebrated member of a team.
Job or part time job and description: Bram struggles with employment, largely due to his appearance, and only ever gets relatively rare ad hoc shifts across a wide array of industries
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Bram is Enochlophobia, or afraid of large crowds, having faced a large amount of hostility over his appearance since his mutation first manifested Bram is especially nervous facing large crowds of humans and feels judged, awkward and uncomfortable when alone in a crowd.
Weather it’s an aspect of his mutation or the simple fire hazard associated with being covered in fur Bram is also very wary of open flames and keeps a cautious distance from anything larger than a candle,
Special talents:
Morality
Neutral: Bram definitely started life as a good boy but he’s been beaten down both physically and emotionally and his own internal compass has been knocked off balance. He’s still not into committing any ‘serious’ crimes, but he’s definitely not above the five finger discount and although he’s not a ringleader in anything he can definitely be persuaded into much shadier pursuits as well.
Mutations
Mutation description:
Spider Monkey Physiology:
- Prehensile Tail – Bram possesses a prehensile tail, used both as a fifth limb and for balance. When climbing or walking upright it is often subconsciously wrapped around a nearby support and is able to lift his full body weight with ease.
- Opposable Digit on Feet - Bram feet bear a closer resemblance to hands with a rudimentary thumb, able to dexterously manipulate and grip objects
- Enhanced Strength – Although it could hardly be considered “super” Bram is still significantly stronger than the average human of his height and build, each of his limbs is easily able to support and lift his own weight making him an agile climber but also meaning that he's able to punch fairly hard when necessary, giving him an edge in an unarmed fight
- Enhanced Agility – More a side effect and combination of his physical mutations Bram is extremely agile. Able to easily move in three dimensions and climb surfaces with only very slight hand grips. He uses all five of his limbs equally and easily without hesitation.
- Enhanced Stamina – Due to a combination of leading a generally more active existence and increased muscle mass Bram can continue to climb, run and generally exercise for quite some time longer than the average human.
Strengths:
- Climbing – Bram’s ability to climb is almost unparalleled. He is able to quickly scale vertical surfaces with only very small handgrips and swing between supports. His enhanced strength and agility also enable him to leap further and his prehensile tail allows him to utilise all four limbs whilst still gripping or hanging from support.
- Stealth - Bram possesses no form of invisibility however the ability to climb and reach generally inaccessible spaces renders him adapt at sneaking, especially in complex environments.
Weaknesses and Limitations:
- Vulnerable –Bram possesses no form of invulnerability or healing factor, if he gets injured he bleeds the same as everyone else.
- Physically limited – Although he’s a little stronger and faster than the average human he is by no means “super” in most regards he can be considered on a parallel with a competitive human athlete however he still can’t dodge a bullet or escape lift a truck. Similarly whilst he may have greater endurance than most it is not unlimited, after a few minutes of full exertion he still gets out of breath and is still able to suffer stress injuries from overdoing it. Whilst his strength is enhanced each limb can only lift up to his own bodyweight, when utilising all his strength together he is able to, with effort, lift a small car but is prone to injure himself trying to lift it over his head or trying to carry much more than that.
- Herbivorous – although not a technical weakness it is worth noting that Bram is vegetarian not out of choice but because he physically lacks the capability to digest meat products and suffers fairly horrific indigestion after attempting to do so.
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: In general all of Bram’s physical abilities are enhanced to a professional athletic level. He is able to lift his own body weight with each limb, is about as flexible as an acrobat and has the stamina of a marathon runner. Although his reflexes are comparable to that of an average human and on the ground his speed is of a similar standard, when climbing and swinging though he is able to significantly outpace most individuals.
Fighting Style: Normally Bram’s priority in a fight is to get away and he normally achieves this by heading straight up. When cornered and unable to escape though he can be quite vicious, able to knock most people over with relative ease his go to move is to push past and run and when forced to fight it’s more of a standard brawl, lots of limbs and lots of hitting but very few co-ordinated assaults.
Fighting Style Pros/Cons: Bram’s style has formed out of necessity, it gets him away from most scrapes and overwhelming brute force incapacitates most opponents however when outclassed by either weapons or a trained fighter he stands little chance and is easily overwhelmed, forcing him to curl into a ball and wait until his assailants are finished with him
History Of Your Character
Bram’s childhood was relatively unremarkable for that of a Scotsman. He went to school, had friends, played sports, all the things a normal child should do. His family were supportive, and all things considered he was heading down a fairly typical and well-worn road. That was until puberty hit him at least. For most people puberty is traumatic, for Bram it was incredible. He had a growth spurt, and it seemed his new found athletic prowess made him a star player for every school team, suddenly the world opened up to him, he could take his pick of sports and was on track to gain a full scholarship or perhaps become a professional athlete. So what if he was a little hairier than the other guys his age, it was nothing a razor couldn’t fix and once he raked in the big bucks if it continued to be a problem he could pay for laser treatments or whatever the going fad was by then. It was only a few years later that he realised how cruel all of this would really be.
As time passed though his hair kept growing, by the time he was seventeen it really couldn’t be called hair anymore, it was fur, and he was having to shave multiple times a day to keep it under control. Furthermore his limbs had never really finished that growth spurt and were now looking a bit ridiculous, his toes didn’t look quite right either. Like all things that happen slowly though he learnt to deal with it, but it was then the bullying started. Name calling at first, usually due to the monobrow, or that five o’clock shadow coming in at lunch time, or the fact that his hairline seemed to keep crawling further down his face. As mutants hit more and more headlines though people started figuring out what was going on, and that’s when the beatings started. He was no longer on the sports teams, no one wanted to hang out with him, his friends abandoned him one at a time and slowly the world that had been built around him over the past couple of years was ripped away. Struck by a deep seeded depression he locked himself away, there would be no scholarships and no riches waiting for him but worst of all even his family started pretending he didn’t exist. It was subtle at first, he wouldn’t be invited to family gatherings, then when relatives visited he’d be asked to keep out of the way. It wasn’t until the tail grew in though that he was kicked out, up until then everyone had been pretending it was some medical condition or something, but the tail broke the last shred denial they had left.
Homeless, penniless and alone Bram took to the streets. It was a rough few years for him, constantly ridiculed and frequently beaten, women would cross the road to avoid him and children would point and stare. There was nothing for it, he had to leave the small town he grew up in but without a penny to his name travelling was hardly simple. He had thought of joining the circus but even they wouldn’t have him, apparently they didn’t use monkeys anymore, and so he had no choice but to stow away. Making his way on trains across the country he eventually found himself on a ship, not knowing where it was going he certainly didn’t expect to be on board for a matter of weeks ad was even more shocked when he was picked up at the American border. Of course he should have been deported but tracing his identity proved much harder than it should have. Having been disowned by his family and with no real recognisable photographs or ID of him there really was no-where to send him back to. He was sent to an immigration centre at first but the violence he suffered there eventually left the state with no choice than to just let him out, they kept an eye on him for a couple of years until someone somewhere got tired of it all and just stamped a bit of paper and gave hi the right to stay.
Since then, as an adult, Bram has managed to build a life for himself. He has a small crummy studio flat in one of the worst neighbourhoods that’s more a building site than a home but at least half the other residents there aren’t actively abusing him, even if they all do there best to avoid him. Plus, he figured out how to make just about enough money to eat every day, most of it legally, and the advantage of fur I that you don’t really need heating so the bills are never too high. It may not be a perfect life but it’s the best he’s had in a while.
Roleplay
What’s your OOC alias?: Pooka
Where did you learn about this site?: Google
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: Nope
Sample RP:
Hood pulled up, hands in pockets and head own Bram took one last glance in the mirror, everything was mostly hidden away, at first glance at least he wasn’t anything special to look at. With a final sigh he elbowed the door open with a loud creek and let it swing shut behind him, and kicking the lock into place. Heading out of the complex he slowed only to give a courteous grunt and nod in the vague direction of one of his faceless neighbours, they didn’t reciprocate but then he hadn’t really expected them to his relationship with the other tenants was a meticulously crafted ambivalence.
The bitter cold of the early morning air bit into his face as the doors opened and sent a shiver down his spine. Curling his toes inwards Bram took the first step onto the frigid sidewalk and grimaced at the feeling, there was a long way to walk across the city in this weather still to come. The worst part about weather like this though wasn’t the cold, or the miserable wet mist that soaked every inch of his body, the worst part of was that it was almost Scottish weather and as he walked unwelcome memories started drifting through Bram’s head. Memories of childhood friends, warm family meals, facing off an opponent on the basketball court and sitting in front of the fire whilst watching the rain outside. They were good memories and despite his better judgement he allowed himself to smile at the thought of them as he explored the depth of each individual memory. The problem nostalgia though is you can forget the present, and as Bram cut through the park he looked up and smiled at a mother and her daughter heading towards the swings. The mother gasped and a completely different chill ran down Bram’s spine as the daughter’s face was contorted into a combination of shock, fear and fascination. It could have gone either way from there, she could have burst into tears, or screamed or perhaps but the reaction was in some ways worse “Mommy that monkey’s wearing clothes!”. The mother tried to silence her daughter and hurried her away but the damage was done, the words themselves struck at Bram’s heart like a knife but worse was he became visible. His carefully constructed armour of anonymity fell away as he felt the weight of people’s stares pressing down on him.
His eye’s went wide as he scanned the field for exactly who all those eyes belonged to. Very few people dared to meet his gaze. Most of them were embarrassed to be caught staring, some were afraid of him and a few were judging him either silently or in hushed whispers. There were a few though that didn’t look away, not very many, and those were the ones he needed to look out for. Neither part of a nearby young couple looked away, but for different reasons, the boy was sneering obviously portraying some kind of revulsion, weather that was serious or feigned for his girlfriend Bram couldn’t say nor could he figure out why the girl was looking at him almost pitifully but neither of them was a credible threat. There was another group though, bigger in numbers and who’s members were more a part of a pack than individuals, all young men who were evidently rallying each other up and laughing at him. For a brief moment that felt like eternity Bram’s eyes singled out the one that looked like the leader. His heart beat loudly in his throat as his muscles tensed in his limbs. ‘Deep breaths’ he thought to himself as he tried to calm himself down, the boys were in the direction he wanted to go and he couldn’t afford to be late. Psyching himself up he took a step further down the path but that’s when their leader spoke first, he didn’t hear the words over the blood pumping in his ears but he didn’t need to, he’d heard them before, freak, disgusting, monkey-boy, take your pick really they all meant the same thing. He felt the tears welling behind his eyes as he turned to take a different route, maybe if he jogged he would have time to go around the park, maybe if he… something hard struck him on the back. Spinning round he saw one of the boys till jeering at him as another picked up a second rock. The girl from the bench started shouting at them but Bram didn’t wait to see what would happen next. He started running to the jeers and laughter of the boys as everyone else tried to just get out of the way and stay out of it. Sprinting across the grass he headed directly towards the park fence. By the sound of it the boys has also started running but they wouldn’t be able to follow him for long as he leapt towards the wrought iron and slung himself over the spiked poles. Landing on the concrete he didn’t stop as another stone scattered across the concrete next to him.
Rounding the next corner he ducked into an alley and collapsed behind the conveniently placed dumpster. As he sunk to his haunches his hands unconsciously cupped to hold his face but he paused as he saw the thick black fur sticking out from the cuffs of his jersey. Tears returned to his eyes and this time he failed to hold them back as they flooded down his cheeks to matt the fur around his nose. He wasn’t sure how long he stayed like that for, curled up and sobbing but he missed the interview, or rather he had no chance of getting there on time. It’s not like they would have given him the job anyway but he’d hoped. Sniffing loudly he wiped his nose on his sleeve s he picked himself up for the walk home.
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