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Character's full name: Max Seager Alias/Code name: Boxer
Gender: Male Age: 22 Birthday: Exact date is unknown, sometime in March Nationality/ Ethnicity: American/ Caucasian Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Originates from Chicago, but he left there when he was fourteen. Feels no real connection to any place.
Hair color and style: Dirty blonde, comes down to about his shoulders. His hair is not very tidy. Eyes: Blue Height: 6’1” Build: Lean, not a bodybuilder, but muscular. Visible mutation: none Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Left ear is pierced with a gold hoop.
Everyday clothing style: Dirty jeans and a T-shirt, or a hooded sweatshirt if it’s cold. Wears an old pair of converses. Uniform: none Sleepwear: Wife-beater and boxers. Miscellaneous clothing: Sometimes dons an old black leather jacket
Personality: Max is definitely a loner, however intensely loyal if someone proves he can trust them. He likes to operate outside the conventions of society, believing he does not need personal relationships--but secretly he longs to have friends. He shies away from any type of personal contact besides punching someone. Hobbies/ Interests: Taught himself the guitar while he was growing up. As he has only completed his formal education up to the 8th grade, he also an avid reader and has continued teaching himself to the best of his ability. Job or part time job and description: Earns his money in underground boxing Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Fears social contact due to being abandoned at birth. Also has an irrational fear of bees.
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Neutral(for now)
Mutation description: Max has the ability to absorb kinetic energy through his skin and store it in his body. Once the energy is stored he can release it in his physical attacks through his punches. The strength of his attacks depends on how much energy he has stored up. At this time, he can store approximately 200,000 Joules at one time in his body, or the kinetic energy of a Honda Civic going about 40 mph. He can store up to this amount indefinitely in his body without repercussion. He cannot feel pain from physical attacks as long as he can still absorb energy; once he has reached the limit however, he begins to feel pain. This does not mean he cannot feel the attacks happen though, he can sense where and when his body is absorbing something’s kinetic energy. When Max has absorbed around half his limit, his skin gives off a slightly yellowish tinge, at seventy-five percent his skin glows orange, at ninety percent he turns dark red, meaning he cannot store up too much without being noticed by the general public.
Strengths: Because his skin acts as a sponge for kinetic energy, once an object comes in contact with his skin it instantly loses all kinetic energy. This means Max can absorb attacks from fists to bullets, as long as he has room to store their kinetic energy. However, the object has to strike with sufficient force in order for Max to be able to absorb its energy, thus things like hugs and handshakes can be felt(not that he wants to feel them). Once something hits him and its energy is absorb, it stops instantly, so that bullets seem to fall off of him and punches create the sensation in the attacker that they are hitting a brick wall.
Weaknesses: Max cannot absorb large amounts of kinetic energy, like trains running into him or SUVs crashing on the highway, but he can absorb them partially, slowing them down. Also, he is susceptible to any attacks that aren’t completely physical, such as fire or psychic attack. However, say a burning piece of debris was hurled at him, he could stop its motion, but he would still get burned. He is also vulnerable to any attack that manages to have a low enough kinetic energy to not be absorbed. For instance, if someone slowly cut him with a knife he would bleed. Finally, Max can store up to the maximum amount of energy before he needs to discharge any. However, once he is at the limit he begins to feel pain because his body cannot contain anymore kinetic energy. If he does not release the energy within ninety seconds his body will involuntarily release the energy, tearing him apart.
Fighting Style: Street Boxing.
Explanation: Max’s ability caused him to naturally gravitate towards underground boxing where he learned to become a quick, dirty fighter with focus on targeting the soft parts of the body, namely the face(jaw and nose) and torso(belly, sides). Pros for fighting style: Can inflict a lot of damage in addition to being able to take a lot as well. Cons for fighting style: Not much good for fighting people with martial arts skills or mixed fighting styles.
Faction Allegiance Unaffiliated
History Of Your Character: Max was left on the steps of a church in Chicago at the tender age of six weeks. The head priest gladly took him in, who was his only source of guidance for the first fourteen years of his life. However, this guidance was mostly non-existent as Max turned a deaf ear to the priest’s teachings and for the most part of his time there kept to himself. Intellectually h excelled in school, but socially he was a failure due to his introversion. Subsequently he was picked on by many bullies. It was in school he first learned his scrappy style of fighting and his defiant attitude. His power first activated when he was ganged up on by three seniors when he was a freshmen in high school. After the second punch landed Max noticed that he didn’t feel a thing. In addition, the bully’s also noticed they hadn’t made a scratch on him. Not knowing what he was doing, Max landed a punch on the first one that snapped his head around, killing him. The remaining two ran away, and in five minutes he heard police sirens. Max returned to church and immediately grabbed everything he could find, stole a hundred dollars from the priest, and left on a train to Indianapolis. Perhaps his readiness to abandon the priest stemmed from some innate trait passed on by his parents. For the next eight years he has traveled the U.S., making money as an underground boxer, and trying to figure out the extent of his power. He has been arrested twice for assault, but escaped both times before he could be processed by using his power. About three months ago he grew tired of wandering, and started wondering if there was anyone else out there like him. Since then he has sought out other mutants, trying to find his place in this world. This search has brought him to New York, the most populated city in America, where maybe he can find some answers.
Sample RP: Max’s neck snapped sideways suddenly after the man’s punch with a sickening twist, but only because he wanted it to. No reason to upset the crowd by just standing there and taking it. Slowly, Max turned back to his opponent, both men stood shirtless in the center of a ring surrounded by fifty or so jeering fans. “Come on! Finish the rat already!” “Yea Andy! This kid’s had enough! Send ‘im back to his mama!” Max looked at the man called Andy and saw that he was visibly shaken. He smiled at him, knowing the man had just realized something was terribly, terribly wrong. “Had enough old man?” Andy’s eyes widened at Max’s only words for the night. “What are you?!” Max declined to reply, instead he threw a quick uppercut, catching Andy in the jaw and lifting him off the ground. He saw the eyes go blank, the body slack, and Andy crumpled to the ground. The crowd went silent, then the amateur referee hurried and finished the ten count. “The winner is the unknown fighter over Big Andy!” After the blood and the teeth and the comatose were cleaned up and the next fight had started Max went back to claim his cash. He knocked, then entered the manager’s office without waiting for a reply. He saw the short, fat man squatted over his desk, a rolled up twenty up his nose and about two grams of coke cut up in lines across a compact mirror. “I won,” The simple statement understated the shocking upset with which the win had occurred. Andy was known as an ex professional heavy weight boxer, Max was some unknown kid who looked like he skipped his last three meals. “So I heard, here’s your cut kid,” The manager tossed Max an envelope. His eyes tightened. “Seems a little light. I know for a fact I was the only person to bet on myself,” The manager sighed, put away the twenty, and looked Max straight in the eye. “You know, that’s true. What’s also true is that you played me for a fool kid. And no one, ever, plays me for a fool. Y’see, the way I figure it is, you gotta be one a those mutants creeps to withstand a beating like that from Andy and still be breathing, not to mention conscious. So the way I see it is, I skim a little off the top in exchange for A) not calling the cops right now B) not calling my boys in here to kick your sorry mutant behind back to whatever hellhole you came from.” “Or, you give me all of my money, and I promise Andy’s the only one who goes limp tonight,” Max’s voice had acquired a dangerous undertone, and the manager had heard it. Human or mutant, once someone gets hungry enough they get desperate, and Max looked plenty desperate. “Fair enough freak, but you ever show your face around here and I’ll make sure you get a beating ten times worse than the one you got tonight,” With a disgusted sneer the manager threw another, much thicker envelope at him. Max turned silently and stepped towards the door, then hesitated, and turned back. The manager looked quizzically at him as Max raised his right fists as if calculating something of much interest. “Yea, I got enough,” At Max’s words the manager’s eyes widened and he stood up hastily screaming, “Hey, what are you doing?! Get out of here you freak!” The desk exploded when he punched it, sending wood chips, money and white dust flying everywhere. Max surveyed the wreckage stoically, then turned to leave, uttering, “Don’t you know drugs are bad for you?”
Physical Strength: 6 Agility: 6 Mental Strength: 6 Stealth:6 Senses: 6 Mutated Strength: 11 Mutated Control:9
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