*If anyone remembers Red from a few months ago, that's me. It actually still has a few of my old posts on my profile.*
Character's real name: Kendrick Lee
Codename/Alias: Serpent
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Nationality/Ethnicity: Chinese/German
Birthplace: Buffalo, NY
Personality: Kendrick is a selfish and greedy man. He tends to look down on anyone who does not have anything to offer him and only helps others if they can guarantee payment. He has been known to kill those who go back on their word or try to betray him without any mercy, sometimes with a hint of glee in his actions.
Notes: Kendrick likes to act as if he has no fear, but in reality he has an incredibly deep fear of spiders.
Allegiance: Bad
Everyday clothing: Usually a black, sleeveless compression shirt (such as Under Armour) and jeans, but when the weather gets colder he adds a black hoodie. All his clothing is typically form-fitting.
Uniform: None
Pajamas: Whatever pants he was wearing during the day, no shirt.
Hair color and style: Shaved
Eye color: Green
Height: Normally 5' 11"
Build: Slim
Scars: None
Tattoos: A large tattoo of a purple snake runs down his right arm, the head resting on the back of his hand. The tail end merges into a swirling pattern leading from his shoulder to his brow, running all over the right half of his face. (similar in design to
this tattoo)
Piercings: None
Description of ability(ies):-Has no definite skeletal structure, allowing him to bend and otherwise contort his body into nearly any configuration (the only solid bones in his body are those in the skull). Years of dealing with having a body of just cartilage, muscle, and skin have let Kendrick train to the point where he can stand and act as if he had bones to hold him together.
-Capable of stretching limbs (usually arms) to 5 times their normal length. Useful for grabbing objects. Or people.
-Superhuman reflexes. Paired with his ability to contort himself, Kendrick is very adept at dodging attacks.
Cons (weaknesses) of ability(ies):-Because he must concentrate upon standing and acting normally, if Kendrick is startled or distracted in some way (including in lots of pain) he normally loses control and can't keep himself up.
-If he stretches his limbs any further than 5 times their normal length, Kendrick risks causing himself intense pain and possibly permanent damage.
Fighting style (if any): Kendrick tends to sneak up on his opponents, usually by "slithering" up to them. He then wraps his arms around their neck, attempting to strangle them. Failing in this, or if he couldn't manage this in the first place, he attempts to either punch/kick them at a range or pull them in close and crush them by squeezing with all four limbs.
History of your character: Kendrick was born into a life of poverty and despair. His father had died in a recent shooting and his mother spent so much of her salary on drugs that she had barely any left for their rent and food, let alone a proper education for the young boy. He learned quickly ways to survive in the "real world".
Kendrick became an errand boy for a local gang, the Plague Rats, to earn enough money to take care of himself. He regularly relayed messages back and forth between members, sometimes risking his life for the few bucks they gave him. This life was a tough and unforgiving one, but it kept him alive and that's all that mattered. Of course, the fateful day came when his whole life changed.
On his way to a gang member's house to deliver some cocaine, Kendrick ran into some members from a rival gang. Obviously, they wanted the drugs and were perfectly willing to kill Kendrick over it. So, he ran. He kept running, jumping over fences and dodging around corners, until he hit a dead end. He nervously glanced around for somewhere to hide, and saw a nearby dumpster. He thought to hide underneath it, but he couldn't fit. He suddenly felt a weird sensation, though. His arms and legs began to feel like rubber and suddenly he could fit, though he didn't know or bother to wonder how. The gangsters ran into the alleyway, but upon looking around they decided Kendrick probably ran off somewhere else and went in search of him.
Not knowing how to use his power or even what happened, Kendrick was stuck underneath that dumpster for days without food or water. He was beginning to think he would die anytime soon when he heard footsteps and a voice. Apparently, Professor X had discovered Kendrick using Cerebro and had sent one of the X-Men to find and rescue him. He was taken to the Institute, where he was treated and trained for the next few years. But there were issues.
Despite what he was being taught, Kendrick didn't believe that humans tolerating mutants or mutants tolerating humans really mattered that much. He had been taught on the streets that if someone was weaker or dumber than you, then you shouldn't respect them or even tolerate them around you. Even after his life was saved by these people, he refused to change his ways, eventually leaving the Institute in favor of living on the streets and becoming a "specialty contractor", only lending his "unique skills" to those who could afford it. Granted, it didn't work at first, but slowly business began to boom and he was hired by mafia kingpins and rich company executives to serve as a hitman or bodyguard, depending on the employer's preference. He has lived a cushy life since, though it seems he hungers for something more.
Sample RP: Sitting behind a large desk was a large man in an equally large white suit. The Serpent, as Kendrick had taken to calling himself, had just walked out of the elevator, throwing a man onto the decorative floor. As the large man's chair turned around, the captured man panicked. "I swear, I didn't do nothing! You can even ask Johnny, he'll vouch for me."
Kendrick laughed when he said this. "Johnny's the one who sold you out, you worthless goon." He kicked the man in the side, knocking all the wind out of him.
The large man held his hand up, motioning for the Serpent to stop, and so he did. Fiddling with a gun upon his desk, the large man asked, "Where is my shipment?"
"I don't know! Some guys came and beat us up real bad. I think the-"
A gunshot rang through the air. Blood spattered and the man was clutching his kneecap, screaming in pain. The large man stood up and began to walk around the desk, causing the captive to cower in fear. "I did not ask you what happened. I asked where my shipment is." Anger tinged his voice, causing it to rise in pitch and volume.
The man insisted, "I don't know nothing! Seriously, you've gotta believe me!" Another gunshot rang out, and the man's pleading ceased. The large man, acting as if nothing had happened, wiped the gun with a clean cloth and dropped it in the trash bin next to his desk. He sat back down and started to turn when the Serpent spoke up.
"Where's my cash?"
Without turning his chair to face him, the large man said, "Your payment will be transferred into your bank accounts, do not worry."
Kendrick shook his head. "I only take cash. I told you that."
This time turning around, the large man said angrily, "You will take whatever payment I give you or you will take none at all."
Raising an eyebrow, the Serpent showed his hands in a conceding manner and stepped into the elevator. Thoughts ran through his head, wondering what the whole matter was about. He dismissed it quickly; as long as he got paid, he didn't care what went on behind the scenes.
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