Character's real name: Jeramya "Jay" Olax
Codename/Alias: None ATM

Gender: Male
Actual Age: Unknown
Nationality/Ethnicity: European
Birthplace: Somewhere in Greece
Personality:
Notes (Hobbies, Phobias, Worries, ect.): Jay speaks with a slightly gravle sounding voice, rough and slightly harsh. Some say he sounds constantly dehydrated. Much like the stone he imitates, he seems to move somewhat slowly, as if he really is carrying a load of extra unnatural weight on his body. He also has a habit of walking crouched, using his hands and arms in a way similar to another pair of legs.

Allegiance (Good, Bad, or Neutral): Neutral-Good

Everyday clothing: Something simple (if he for some reason is wearing clothes): Jeans cut or ripped off at the knee, either shirtless or with very loose shirt.
Uniform (Optional. Required if eventually becoming part of the X-Men): None
Pajamas: None

Hair color and style: Origional (no longer possible): Brown, Now: Varies. If the statue/stone form/shape he's imitating has 'hair' he takes on that color, otherwise, bald, but has large horns.
Eye color: Origional (no longer possible): Emerald Green, Now: Either black or ashy-gray
Height: Origional (no longer possible): Four feet eleven inches ( shorty ), Now: Varies depending on what statue/stone form/shape he's imitating. Standing straight up, he would reach 6'3". Generally he stands about 5'8".
Build: Origionally (no longer possible): A farmer boy build; short,stout, and well built. Now: Varries depending on what statue/stone form/shape he's imitating.

Scars: He has quite a few. Some are from normal daily things, and some are from his stone form being hit, stone chips being taken out of his stone body. There is a large angry looking scar just below his shoulder, above and to the right of his left lung. The scar also appears on his back.
Tattoos: None
Piercings: None

Description of ability(ies): Jay is a copy-cat of sorts. He's able to assume the form of any statue-type object with perfect accuracy. This isn't just the form, but also the height and weight. If the sculpter of an origional piece of work were to compare Jay's copy to the origional, it would be impossible to tell the difference. This goes not only to sight or feel, but he will not radiate heat. Along with this, he's able to stay perfectly still (even while breathing, if he's even doing that, see below), for any length of time.
While he is still technically flesh and blood, it has a stone-like look and texture. He can become 'stone' at will (sometimes against his will, see below). He does this normally when he assums the form of a statue, though not always. While he is 'stone formed', he essentually enters a state of suspended animation. Though this is usually under his control, he is away of his surroundings in a primal sort of way. The transition to and from 'suspended animation' takes a few minutes, anywhere from three to ten. While in this state he will slowly recover from wounds, even regrowing a lost limb or most of his midsection, given enough time (his healing can be helped by others...if they have the capability, ie: a mutant healer). Due to his mutation Jay has a slow metabolism so he does not have to eat very often or much as well as a much lower need to intake oxygen, unless he's doing something strenuous that is.
Cons (weaknesses) of ability(ies):
If Jay suffers enough damage, he will unwillingly begin shifting to his 'stone form' and 'suspended animation'. He can stave this off, but for how long really depends on bad his injuries are. Any injury or damage cuased by or with fire, is his bane and causes his much pain (think a bb gun bullet feeling like a .22 bullet and doing similar damage). Though he's still flesh and bone, he has a hell of a time with water...deep water that is. He can't swim and he usually sinks fast. Intaking too much food could make him sick and sluggish, if he's too active to too long the oxygen in his blood could build up to fatal levels.
Due to certain things in his past, he is unable to return to his origional body, this is his normal form now. That form and this one, he has become very adept at climbing or burrowing to get to places to hide or to pass time.
Fighting style (if any): If possible, he'll wait until he can strike with surprise. Otherwise he'll just brawl.

History of your character and Sample RP:
Some half a melenium and more ago, Jeramya Olax was born in the land of Greece. Born to an artisan family, his father was a well known sculpter. Often was he sent to help his uncle in the fields, his father believed this would help build his character and make a man out of him. From a young age, when not in the fields or being taught by his mother, he would spend time learning his father's trade. Many of the stones his father worked with were much too heavy to actually lift, especially when he was young, but he was taught safe, relyable and easy methods of loading them onto wagons, while using beasts of labor to haul the wagons around.

Though he had a younger sister, he didn't pay her much mind, finding her to be more annoying than anything else. When he was left to care for her while their parents were away, he always felt it was a burden and resented his sister. Jay would always rather be doing something, anything else than watch over his sister.

The summer after his 13th birthday, Jay was home alone working around the house and working on a sculpture of his own. His father was away on buisness and his mother and sister were out getting food and cloth. Pain struck Jay's chest. He clutched his body while supporting himself against one of the largest of his father's creations. Convultions wracked his body, but never once did he let out a sound of pain or discomfort. If by chance someone was near the house and heard, he was afraid they'd tell his father and bring shame to himself, his father and his family.

It was as he feared. Eric Baracof had come to the house to see how the sculpture he had commissioned Jay's father to make was coming along. The man was well known to the Olax family and was almost as an uncle to Jay and his sister. So when Eric heard a crash of stone and tools from inside the house, he didn't hesitate to rush to aid. He was not prepared for what he saw inside.
Jay, huddled on the floor in the workshop looked as if he was half burried under a statue. As Eric looked closer, he saw that the statue was broken to pieces and what he saw was Jay's body turning to stone. Witchcraft. Satan's work. Demons. Eric's mind thought all these things and more. Grabbing the nearest thing to him, he used a log to beat Jay until he lay unconsious, thinking to put the boy out of his misery than to let him be used by evil. Quickly Eric rushed out to find Jay's father. And quickly he did.

In the town proper Eric found Alexander, Jay's father, and told him in a hurry what had happened. It would have been best to deal with the matter in private, but Eric was not in his right mind as he told Alexander in the middle of the street. People began to talk amongst themselves right away. Rumors move fast, but Eric and Alexander were quicker. With haste they made their way back to the Olax household. Showing Alexander the workshop, there was still pieces of stone strewn about, but no sign of Jay. The two men began to shout, one pressing that it really happened, the other saying he was crazy.

A few minutes passed before either realized that they were being watched. The statue that had broken had turned to watch them as it stood above them looking down. In it's hands were broken stone. "I...I...I'm sorry father. I didn't mean to, it was an accident." Alexander recognized the voice as his sons immediately, but he refused to believe it was coming from this...thing. He was sceptical until Jay stepped forward carefully and faced the two men. The right side of his face was still becoming stone. When he and his father met eye to eye, Alexander dropped to his knees asking the gods why this happened.

Alexander flew into a rage and began to attack Jay, cursing him. His stone form was not complete, but it had a thick hide. Backing away from his father only caused him to trip and fall, breaking through the wall due to his weight and the pressure he put on it. Jay ran hard and fast, falling and rolling down hills. Though his father gave up persuit after a few minutes, Jay kept going, not looking back. For months he moved only durring the night, fending for himself finding shelter where he could, stealing food and clothing when he could.

As the winter began to set in, he found it much harder to survive. He thought of how small animals survived, 'They burrow.' Without realizing it Jay's body became an odd shape, low to the ground. Testing it out, he found he moved faster than he did when he ran on two legs, and his feet were perfect for burrowing, and burrow he did. Long deep tunnels that went on for miles at times. He found quite a few underground caverns that protected him from the elements.

It became rutine, take his or natural tunnels and make his way near habited areas, near dawn, take on human form, sneak into places with satues, either take the place of one or become a new eddition until the sun set. He would then make his way through the towns, gathering what he needed for at least a week then return to his tunnel before sunrise. For years he did the same thing day after day, living an empty life. Every so often he would make his way back 'home' and watch his family from afar. He knew he could never go back, he was as good as dead to them. He missed the dearly, even his sister, who had grown into a beutiful young woman.

After noting a young man who had been coming by frequently, Jay decided to find out what was going on. He burrowed under the house, just enough to hear what was going on. The young man, the local blacksmith's son, wanted to wed his sister Roblyn. She never said anything to him, but she told her monther she didn't want to go with him. There was a quiver in Roblyn's voice that didn't sound right to Jay. Following Roblyn when she left the house the next day he found out why. Roblyn would be well cared for, money wise at least, as the Olax family's buisness declined once the rumor that they were damned spread. But she would not be treated well as Jay saw. Durring Roblyn's chores, the man raped her in tall grass, Jay heard the sounds of the beating he gave her.

After the man was done he left Roblyn there, alone in the grass..or so he thought. "Roblyn, it'll be alright. He'll never harm you again." Jay said as he stood in the thick grass, barely visible to his sister. He could see all the bruses on her body, that had been covered by her clothing, few were fresh, many were not, and some were old enough to have healed and scared over. She reached and crawled towards him while telling him to wait. As she reached where he had been standing, all that lay in his place was a mound of upturned dirt.

Jay was no expert and had only heard about it from his mother years ago and from a few people in the towns he visited, but he was positive Roblyn was with child. He found his tunnle that ran under his house and came up through the floor causing his mother to scream and his father to level a sword in his direction. Looking around he saw a relatively human statue in the corner. Imitating it's shape, he stood looking at his parents. "When Roblyn gets back, you treat her well. She's had it rough with that bastard of a man. Tend to her bruses, be gentle, she's with child." He turned and walked towards the door. He looked back and noticed his father gaping at him, hands resting at his side. Looking at the statue in the corner, he realized it was a statue of himself when he was 6 years old. Jay smiled at his parents as a tear streamed down his face.

Going back to his burrow form, he took off accross the land, using rock and grass for cover. Finding his target, he followed him to the town. Now that Jay knew which town the man lived in, he waiting until nightfall before making his way towards the blacksmith's house. He passed by a chirch and noted for the first time how serious the angles seemed to be, as if they felt for him. Further he walked, and passed a familiar statue. Stopping he ran his hands along it's surface. It was taller than he was, a gargoyle to ward away evil spirits. He had helped his father with this piece years ago.

When he finally made it to his destination, he saw the glow of a fire through the window. Knocking, he waited for the master to answer the door. When he did, "I need to speak to your son about a particular young lady."

"He's not here." The man replied angrily.

Nodding, "Alright then," He turned and took on the gargoyle's form, "I'll wait for him!" Facing the master blacksmith again Jay slammed his stoneclawed arm into the man's chest and sent him flying into the shop. Sometime later the master's son finally came home. Jay was latched onto the boards that made up the ceiling of the building, cloaked in the shadows.

"Finally home I see. Did you go beat on another woman before returning home?"

"WHAT?! Who do you think you are? My father is..." He looked around and saw the master laying on the floor at the back of the building. Rushing over he shook him, "Father, wake up, are you alright? Father?"

"Give it a rest boy. He's fine, just unconsious. I don't have buisness with him, just you."

Walking into the living room he peared around to find the assailant, but failing. "Show yourself coward."

Snickering, "You call me a coward, yet you beat and rape women! That's rich!" Jay dropped from the ceiling and twisted mid way to land on all fours. Standing slowly, he lifted his head up, horns glinting in the firelight, he let his wings extend. Jay showed off 'his' body, this demon of a gargoyle. The man's eyes grew wide as he saw this demon in the room. "You raped my sister. You beat her, battered her, brused and scared her!" He moved towards the man slowly, "I'll will take revenge for your actions from your hide." He was in arms length now, "From there you'll have two choices. One, you can take responsibility for what you've done and be a propper husband and father or Two, I'll kill you and your father."

Whether the man was extremely brave or just stupid, Jay never knew, but he didn't much care either way. When the man threw the punch at Jay, it hit him square in the jaw. Jay returned the punch in kind. Through consistantly carrying heavy weight on his body, his strength had easily doubled what it had been when he was 13. He sent the man through the thin wall into the forge room.

Following him in, he tore the wall appart to fit through, the man had grabbed a sword from the wall and held it at guard against Jay. Jay had never learned swordfighting and knew very little about it. When the man swung, Jay tried to move out of the way but one of his horns was clipped and taken off mid way. Another swing and Jay grabbed the blade, which but a small dent into his palm. Whent he man pulled the sword, there were sparks in Jays hand, he felt his blood well up in his palm but he wouldn't let go. Punching out with other hand, Jay connected with mans collarbone, breaking it. f

He was repaid in kind with a hard kick to his midsection, staggering him backwards. The man fell to the floor, his side bleeling, apparently from something he had landed on when he went through the wall. "What will it be? Death or repentence?" He was answered with a spit to the face, "Just do it demon." Jay was stupid, lunging at the man without looking around or thinking. The man grabbed the hilt of a sword from inside the forge, burning his hand as he did. He braced it against himself and the floor, tip aflame, the sword went through Jay's upper left chest and out his left shoulderblade. Clenching his teeth he held all sound in as he began to repeatedly slam his fist into the man's face, to the point it was no longer definable as a face.

He stood up and fell backwards immediately. He managed to pull the sword out and drag himself up. Stumbling through the streets of the town, he could feel his body become sluggish. His vision was begining to fail him as he stumbled up the steps of the church. He found a nice spot infront of a pillar and fell to one knee and knew no more.

Centuries later, he opened his eyes at night to find himself high above the ground on a stone building of some kind. He nearly fell forward from the shock. He knew almost instinctively he was not where he once was. Not seeing a way down he began to slowly climb down the wall, staying in the shadows. When he reached the ground, he tride to take his normal form again, but couldn't.

Observing his surroundings he noticed he was still at a church. Laughing to himself he pushed the doors of the building open and walked in as if he owned the place. The pastor of the church walked in to see what the noise was. When he saw the gargoyle from atop the church walking down his isle he froze, mouse agape. Jay fell to his knees and looked at the pastor. The man could tell by Jay's eyes he was in no danger, that Jay was a lost soul, so-to-speak.

For the next few years, Jay stayed in the church. By day he took and kept the form of an angelic statue, by night, the pastor would teach Jay, help him adjust to the new time period, and tell him where he lived. He was in update New York. The pastor became a good friend to Jay, he had told him about Xavier's school for gifted youngsters a few times, explaining that he was most likely a Mutant. When the Mutant Registration Act was put into action Jay decided that it was time to venture out, find out who and what he really was. The paster convinced him to wait a while, since the man had become like a father to Jay in a short time, he obliged, at least until the registration act had been revoked.

After a long drive and a long farewell, Jay stood in front of a ruined mansion. "People should show up sooner or later." 'If I've been asleep for centuries, then a few weeks or months shouldn't be too long to wait.' He thought to himself. Within the ruined mansion, he found a relatively decent spot to wait for the residents to return.

Where did you learn about this site?: Me, Kaz
Other accounts on MRO: Kaz, heck if I remember the actual account name haha.

A very interesting character, Kaz. I'll be keeping my eye out to see how you play him.

One question: does he have to see/touch a statue in order to take its form, at least the first time? *is wondering where that burrower form came from*

Also, on behalf of Jay's sister: *slaps Gargoyle across the face with a heated poker* What the hell was that? Watch the rape, will you--couldn't possibly interfere--then go off and get your manly revenge, by leaving a young woman unwed and pregnant? Well that's not the makings of a bastard child in the least. *slaps again, for good measure*

Well written, though.

Thank you Calley.

To answer your question: He does have to see it first, he doesn't have to touch it though. And the burrower was another statue that his father had made. It's not very big, like...maybe the size of a large dog XD

Calley, it's no excuse, but for nearly 8 years, he had been living the life of a coward basically. Always waiting until no one was around before moving, hiding, etc. He was also shunned by his family. If he showed himself, he didn't know what would happen to her, or if the man got away, if he'd be able to find him. If he couldn't, well, who knows what he'd do to his sister then?

*nods* That makes sense. But I do not retract the hot poker slaps, on principle.

eep hope no one tries to smash him! Good luck, Welcome to MRO

err.. welcome to MRO kaz, lmao

Hehe, thanks Raina XD

Honestly, I do kinda feel new again since I was inactive for so long. So I accept the welcome with much joy

Nice new character Kaz.

Thank ya Ms. Syn

Now I don't know how well I'll keep this updated, but I went through and put an album together of forms that Gargoyle knows. There is one I have no pictures for, one is the farmer with the 'straw' hat and pipe.

Unless I'm forgetting something, all the others should be in this album.

Very nice!