Individual Character's full name: Hank Dee Cloos
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Aurion
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Date of Birth: 02/18/1991
Nationality/ Ethnicity: American/European.
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: NYC
AppearancePictureHair color and style: What little hair he has is thin and scraggly and black and gray in color.
Eyes: Black eyes with yellow pupils and black slit irises.
Height: Fully erect: 6‘10”, Crouched: 5’7”.
Build: Thick and heavily muscled, with an athlete‘s build.
Visible mutation: Everything. He looks like a mash of many animals (Twisted, nightmarish versions of them). The arms, legs and tail of a raptor, a tailfin from a shark, scales of a lizard, eyes of a demonic cat, and the teeth of an angler fish.
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Not exactly a scar, but he has a line of scales on his right side, about five inches long, where the scales look slightly dented and lighter in color. They’ll go away eventually, when those scales fall out and are replaced by new ones.
Other features: None.
Everyday clothing style: Due to his mutation he doesn’t need to wear clothes. But he will wear jean shorts, usually cut-offs because of the familiar feel. They usually hang low on him, or he cuts a large
X or hole in them (effectively making them nearly useless) to fit his tail through.
Uniform: None.
Sleepwear: Nothing.
Miscellaneous clothing: The colder days of fall and spring, or during winter, he may wear thicker pants and a jacket/coat. Though nothing he has found has ever fit him well enough to keep him exceptionally warm. He also would wrap his tail, up to the fin, in coats, blankets, or taped insulation around it. He would look very much like a bum at a quick glance.
CharacterPersonality: Though he’s 20 years old, he suffers a bit in the mental area. The trauma and pain from his transformation, along with all the stuff shoved into and flooding his brain did a number on his mind. He’s a bit twitchy because his mind is a bit over reactive. There is one thing he is concerned with, and has been since his transformation: Survival. Since he seems like someone’s perverted experiment to mash different animals together, some of his more base instincts began to override his human mind. When threatened flight for fight kicks in far beyond rational thought. He’s extremely aggressive, both from the change in his mind and body, and due to how people have reacted to him. An aggressive offense is the best defense. He has some major trust issues. If anyone shows him genuine affection, he is very likely to become attached. He most likely has a mental age of a young teenager at best. Though he has gotten use to not speaking often, he has no problem speaking properly or understanding others, unless of course they use words he doesn’t know or understand.
Hobbies/ Interests: He loves to swim, if he had webbed hands and feet and gills, not only would be built for it, but he might never leave the water. He enjoys listening to music, usually rock of most types.
Job or part time job and description: None.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: He is his own fear. As his mutation was taking root and changing him, he spent a couple years seeing what he would become every night as it ripped and clawed at his psyche, tearing him to peaces, eating him, and playing with him like a cat does a mouse. He doesn’t know if how far he has slipped from who he was before the change, and if he has reached the bottom of the pit.
Special talents: He is extremely adept at swimming and climbing.
MoralityGood/ bad/ neutral/ other: He’s definitely not good, but he’s not evil either. An evil person would be someone who, without any external influences, went out in the world to cause as much chaos, anarchy, death, destruction, and general hell….well, for the hell of it, probably because it makes them happy. No, that’s not him. Granted some of it is internal, especially after his transformation, but the rest…When people scream, run in fear, try to kill you or capture you for God knows what, you tend to get a bit testy…fast. What’s the best way of dealing with all that, when you look like something that waltz up from hell to eat your children in their sleep? You give them a reason to feel that way, you justify their reactions. Well,
YOU might not, but he sure did. The act of murder, at first, made bile rise into his mouth. It didn’t take long for that to go away, not that he enjoys the death of another, but it’s become something of a game. He enjoys the act of doing it, knowing he has that power. In a similar vein, he’s become more than comfortable with theft, of any kind, except if someone tries to steal from him, then there is generally hell to pay.
MutationsMutation description: He looks like a hellspawned anthropomorphic lizard that ripped its way into reality from the darkest pit of your worst nightmares that left you waking in a terrified scream with sheets too soiled to ever be clean again.
He has both large and small scales of varying colors of onyx black, smoke gray, blood red, and toxic green, with a splash of sick yellow. The smaller scales fit under and between the larger scales as both an under/second interlocking layer. There are large plate-like bone crests running from his brow (extending down to cover his nose without covering his eyes) to his upper back. His eyes are slightly smaller than an average person’s and his nose flattened and faded away to two small slits protected by the crest plate of his head. The only hair he has left is a scraggly salt and pepper beard that runs the length of his jaw line.
He has three long toes each foot. Each toe has short, but sharp claws, roughly an inch long. Similar to his feet, he has three long fingers and a long thumb, each of these has a claw almost two inches long. He walks primarily on the balls of his feet, though he can, and does, walk on all fours, but when using his hands, he walks on his knuckles to keep from unnecessarily scraping his claws on the ground. His teeth have all been replaced by long (Inch long in the front to half inch in the back), thick, triangular, slightly inward curving, needle sharp teeth with small serrations on all three sides. Instead of having 20 or so teeth, he has almost 50 lining his mouth. Inside that terrifying maw is a black forked tongue. It doesn’t flick in and out as quickly or as often like a snake’s, but it happens often enough that it pushes some people over the edge from fear to terror. Like humans, his lips are usually sufficient to hide his teeth behind, but unlike humans, he can pull them back and away from his teeth completely, showing off every inch of his thick, saliva coated fangs of doom. The last thing that really sets him apart is his tail, which is 13feet long. It’s thick at the base but tapers until the last third, at which point it flattens out into an elongated diamond shaped fin of pure black. The fin is flexible, yet strong, with its edges as sharp as a razorblade.
Strengths: *Sharp claws on both hands and feet. The claws on his hands are 2inches long and 1inch long on his feet.
*Sharp, serrated, needle-like teeth about 1-0.5inch long. If he looses a tooth, another will grow in and replace it in a week.
*Thick, but flexible crest plates protecting top and sides of skull and the back of his neck. His scales add a measure of protection over his entire body. They afford him a high degree of protection from blunt force trauma and small caliber bullets. It also gives him a bit more protection from slashing weapons, it takes more force, but the damage would still happen if it wasn‘t glancing. His scales offer him almost no additional protection from piercing attacks.
*Strong musculature throughout body and tail, exceeding the average human. The strength of his bodily muscles allow him to climb easily and hold his perch on a wall. Because his muscles are highly developed he, with effort, can lift, move, carry and cover ground equal to his strength and speed levels. As with his tail, his exceptional musculature allows him to move his body rapidly, striking extremely quickly.
*Strong, flexible razor sharp fin on tail, 4feet long and 1 and a half feet wide. At any moment, he can, with a thought, make his fin stiff and rigid. The muscles in his tail allow him to make strong, quick movements to best utilize the fin-blade. He can also use his tail to pick up objects. When swimming he makes great use of his tail, propelling him at speeds up to 15mph.
*He can regenerate his tail and fin completely over time. When his tail is severed at any point along its length, the muscles left along with the blood vessels clamp down, within moments, and stop him from bleeding out.
*He can eat raw meat with no ill effects, but he cannot digest bones or fur, he has to ‘cough’ those up later.
*Usually his eyesight is no better than a humans. It isn’t any sharper, he can’t see farther, or ‘zoom’ in on an object. The only difference is in low-light conditions. In those conditions he is able to see as well as he would in normal light conditions.
Weaknesses:*There is little to no way for him to go unnoticed in the world. Even if he covered himself in a large blanket, he would be unable to hide his tail. Just looking at him sets many humans fleeing, while some might attack him outright without any provocation.
*His tail is very long, especially for his size. It can’t be hidden, and it is very possible to get it stuck in places, like doors or under feet, or get caught by the wind and smacked against a hard object.
*He smells slightly of rancid meat.
*The deformation of his nose and nostrils, and the plate covering his nose, has caused him to loose much of his sense of smell. Since smell is a big portion of taste, his sense of taste is dulled greatly. While those may be an asset in eating (or not depending if you like being able to taste your food), it also means he would have a terrible time being able to smell gas leaking, or if something was in the food that could potentially cause him harm, like some sort of mold or poison. Due to the dual layered nature of his scales, his sense of touch is diminished and makes it extremely hard to make out fine details of an object, like the ridges of a coin or the texture of a wall.
*Depending on the severity of the damage/how much he lost, determines how long it takes to regrow his tail and fin. If he lost his fin, it would take a week or two to regrow that portion of his tail, and another week or so to regrow the fin. Each third more he loses takes an extra week or two to regrow the tail. Only after the tail has fully regrown will the fin begin to grow back. Since his tail, and more to the point, his fin, is one, if not
the, most important weapons he has, he is at a severe disadvantage if he gets into a confrontation without them. Not to mention he would be slightly unbalanced without the tail.
*With his sense of touch dulled because of the dual layered scales, both heat and cold tend to register only when they’ve reached the point of pain. Not necessarily severe pain, but pain just the same.
*Because his fingers and thumb are slightly longer than they would be on your average human, and due to his claws being two inches long, he has some issues doing some everyday things, like turning doorknobs, using phones, typing, and writing, among other things.
*Due to the change in his jaw and teeth, he has found it difficult to eat anything he has to chew. This limits him to mostly meats, that he tears into chunks and swallow whole.
Secondary mutation description: (if applicable)
This mutation should be linked or make sense with your first mutation. You don't need a second mutation, but you can develop one later on with moderator approval.
Strengths:Weaknesses:Fighting StyleExplanation:He prefers to ambush someone and utilize his tail to end the confrontation quickly, either by killing or disabling. If he can’t ambush, he will most likely become a furious mass of gnashing teeth, slashing claws, and a diving, slashing tail. If he can manage it, he’ll latch on with either his arms or legs, rake or slash with whatever limbs are free, and try to slice and dice the target with his tail.
Pros for fighting style: His tail is very quick, which makes ambushes fairly easy. The shock factor of his appearance and him coming to tear your face off in a furry is enough to make most pause for long enough to make it no longer matter.
Cons for fighting style: He has no training, only what he’s learned on his own. He probably has as many holes in his defense as Swiss cheese.
Faction AllegianceUnaffiliated
History Of Your CharacterHank, as he was known for a time, gave up his human name when he finally accepted he was no longer part of the human race. If mutants didn’t come in all shapes, sizes, and appearances, he wouldn’t even put himself in that category. Hank was born in NYC to two well-to-do adults in their mid to late 20’s. His life was anything but extraordinary growing up. He wasn’t the best, but he wasn’t the worst either, he was average. His looks and grades both suffered from his averageness. He didn’t stick out in anyone’s mind, but he wasn’t exactly easily dismissed or forgotten. When picked for activities, especially in P.E., he was never picked last, always right in the middle.
That changed a few weeks after turning 11. Black bags were making themselves highly visible under his eyes, which made him stand out. He began to do terribly in class, even doing what he had never done before, fall asleep in class. Every time he would nod off in class, no one needed to wake him up, because he would wake up with a start and look around as if he wasn’t sure where he was. He was visibly distraught.
When he began showing up in school with a lot of marks on his arms, like someone had been clawing at his skin roughly, one of his teachers kept him after class and asked him how his home life was. He said he was fine. The teacher, Ms. Hyse wasn’t convinced and called child services. When a social worker showed up at his house and asked questions both of his parents were obviously upset at the unspoken accusation. They told the social worker they thought it was happening at school, but Hank had said no. The social worker waited with his parents until he got home. After seeing and speaking to him, she asked Hank and his parents if they would allow a somewhat unusual request. She wanted to place a camera in his room and record him sleeping for a week. It was just a hunch, and when his parents were apprehensive, she assured them they could look through the recording before anyone else to ensure his privacy. She trusted them to inform her of anything odd.
When his parents watched the recording, they noticed that when he slept it was anything but restful. He tossed and turned, squirmed and thrashed in his sleep all through the night. He woke up every half an hour or hour. The look in his eyes, when he was looking at the camera, was like he was to fighting to sleep, as if he wanted to escape whatever he saw when he closed his eyes. When Hank woke up in the mornings they noticed he was causing the scratches on his arms. He didn’t seem to notice how hard he was scratching his arms, almost as if he were trying to rip his skin off.
After seeing the recording, the social worker was no longer worried about him being in danger, but suggested they take him to a doctor. The ended up seeing a few doctors, sleep specialists, dietitians, psychologists, and therapists. They gave him anti-depressant and anti-anxiety pills, sleep aid pills, had his parents change his diet, and anti-itch medicine. They all seemed to work and help for a short period, but after a few months they were right back where they had started. By that point he had gone almost 6 months with very little sleep every night, and had begun making him wear long sleeved shirts at all times to keep him from scratching himself.
Hank fell into an uncomfortable rhythm for a bit, not getting better, but not getting worse. But that fell apart when he began to bang his head into almost anything he could find. The itch that had previously been confined to his arms, then later his torso as well, had spread all over his body, including his face. He also began to have severe lower back pains and trouble sitting down or laying on his back for extended periods of time. His parents couldn’t do anything for him, and ended up committing him to a hospital that was equipped to deal with him.
By the time they admitted him, he had almost completely lost his ability to speak in full rational sentences. Instead of words, he had begun to growl, yelp, spit, yowl, snarl, and thrash around. He spent a year in a padded cell, sleeping strapped down to an uncomfortable cot, lashing out like a rabid animal. Some of the nurses had noticed that speaking to him in would sometimes help to quell his hysterics and calm him down. Curiously though, it wasn’t English, the language he had spoken for entire life thus far, that affected him the best, it was languages he was only familiar with in name or perhaps in passing. Throughout the year he lived in that padded room, no one had any idea what was causing Hank to act the way he was. Neither did they know why some foreign languages to calm him.
Lumps had begun to appear all over his skin, not big, just barely noticeable. They weren’t random or few in number, they were all over his body at regular intervals. At one point, he had gotten ahold of his ankle and had begun gnawing at it. He bled only a bit. What he exposed were thin, clear scales. After exposing that small area, his skin began to dry and flake off, as if he had gotten a very bad sunburn. It only took a couple of weeks for his skin to flake off and to expose all of the scales, which had begun to harden, though they were still almost clear. By this time one of his doctors had a pretty good idea what was going on with Hank. After having a DNA test ran, his hunch proved correct: Hank was a carrier of the X-gene.
Hank’s mutation seemed to speed up drastically. He quickly lost almost all the hair on his body, large boney plates covered much of his skull, forehead, and down his neck. His teeth rapidly fell out at the same time his jaw was changing to allow the thick needle-like teeth to come in. He lost a large portion of his fingertips and toes as long claws grew in. His musculature and bone structure began to change rapidly. Hank’s foot and toes elongated, as his fingers and toes fused together until he had three digits on his feet and four on his hands.
One of the biggest changes happened toward the end of his two year stay. Hank had had trouble balancing anytime he wasn’t sitting, which was more like a crouch. The pain he had had in his lower back and pelvis exploded as a long, thin protrusion grew from his tailbone. It grew longer and longer with each passing week, until it was longer than he was tall. But it wasn’t done. It’s mass increased over the next couple of weeks, until it was quite obviously a tail that was meant to be used. The last third of his tail developed a large, elongated diamond shaped ‘fin’. Hank had already been moved to a secure cell as soon as his new teeth and claws had shown up, and everyone was glad for it when they saw what that fin was capable of.
Hank was watched for a while before anyone was allowed to interact with him on a face-to-face basis. Once they deemed he was safe, his parents were allowed to see him. Hank stayed in a corner of the room as far away from his parents as possible, they did the same. He could see in their eyes they wouldn’t take him back willingly or easily. They didn’t consider him their son anymore. To them, Hank was dead. He looked nothing like he had, nothing of his human self survived his transformation.
Hank’s doctor was able to talk his parents into bringing him back home. He hoped for the best, but he really didn’t know what would happen. He hoped God would have mercy on Hank. But who he should have been praying for were Hank’s parents….
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Sample RP:Aurion shook his head as another fat raindrop hit the thin cloth he had covering his head and body. A hissing sigh escaped his lips as he lamented his situation, living on the streets, taking food out of garbage when he wasn’t able to steal it fresh. If he was really desperate he caught and ate rats, cats, and dogs, along with other small urban animals. He avoided doing that as much as possible, not because of the taste, since he has very little of that, but because the thought of it makes his stomach churn a bit.
A stiff wind caused him to shudder from his head to the tip of his tail. His tail fin rattled against a trash can making a light, resonating ringing. His eye twitched as he looked from the trash can to his tail, ’Stupid thing,’ he thought to himself, “Why can’t you ever stay still?” It had been years since he had acquired the thing, but he still caught himself treating it as a separate entity now and then.
“Who’s there?” A woman’s voice called out from somewhere down further along the alley, near the street.
Aurion’s head whipped around to look in the direction the voice came from. She was an older woman, early to late 40’s, slightly plump, with the face that would be friendly and inviting if she wasn’t showing sings of fear. Aurion had picked this alley for one reason, the store the woman had come from threw a lot of food out. It was a plus that the alley wasn’t well lit, giving him a lot of shadows to hide in even though it wasn’t exactly wide.
“D-da-da, do you…” He couldn’t help himself from stuttering, “Food please.” His voice was horse and scratchy as he spoke. Aurion made sure to keep his cloth covering his head and eyes. The woman looked in the direction of the voice then at the trash bag in her hand. The voice sounded so young to her, reminded her of her own children when they were young. She relaxed visibly and smiled warmly towards the darkness.
“Here, it’s no more than scraps…” She said as she approached Aurion a few feet. There was a rustle and a quick movement as Aurion skittered a few yards away from the woman. “No.” He said sharply and quickly. In his haste he had knocked over a trash can. As soon as the sound of it crashing was gone the alley was silent except for the sound of heavy, loud, shallow breathing coming from Aurion.
“Oh…” The woman’s face fell at Aurion’s reaction. ‘He must be terrified. Poor kid.’ She thought as he moved to the wall a few feet closer, though she moved very slowly. She set the trash bag down, opened it and set a few ‘choice’ pieces of food on the cleanest napkin she found, not caring one bit about the filth she was getting on her hands. “I’ll just leave this right here for you. You can get it whenever you feel comfortable hun.” She retied the bag, turned and put it in the trash.
After she had gone back inside, Aurion waited for a while, maybe 10-15minutes before he slowly made his way towards the food. He kept to the shadows as much as he could, moving on his hands and feet as he stayed as low as possible. The food wasn’t five star quality, but Aurion was hungry, so hungry his stomach growled as soon as he got a good look at it. Normally he would have taken food into a more secluded, out of sight spot, but his muscles tightened around his midsection as another rumble made itself known.
Much of it was difficult for him to pick up and eat, having fingers too long and claws that got in the way, in addition to teeth that he couldn’t chew with. There was a partially eaten apple he had to cut up with the use of his tail until it was small enough to swallow whole, a sandwich, roast beef!, that he had to tear into pieces before putting it in his mouth.
He was so engaged in what he was doing he didn’t realize someone had stepped out of the door until he heard a gasp and the door shut a moment later. Aurion’s eyes went wide as he looked around quickly. He didn’t have many options. He was sure that if he tried to go down the alley, in either direction, whoever had seen him would be back before he got away. Unlike humans, Aurion didn’t think in two dimensions. He scaled the wall he was next to in moments, going just a bit higher than the door and moved above it, hoping the light from above the door, but below him, would blind whoever came out enough that they wouldn’t see him.
He didn’t expect to see the barrel of a shotgun come out of the door first. He held his breath and stayed still. If he moved the sound of his claws against the bricks would tell the man where he was. He watched intently as the man checked where Aurion had been, then the opposite direction, all the while cursing under his breath about freaks, mutants, and scum. Aurion didn’t really appreciate the comments but he had gotten somewhat use to them.
He was still thinking about what the man had said and how to get away when he noticed the man stop before heading back in the door. Slowly the man stepped back as he began to look up while raising the gun with his gaze. Aurion saw it in the man’s eyes just before the man decided what to do. He sprang away from the building just in time to avoid being hit by a dozen or more pellets. When the man realized he missed he twisted around as his foot moved to get him inside the building. Just as he was doing this Aurion had rebounded off the building across the alley straight at the man.
Lips peeled back to show his impressive array of fangs, arms extended, light glinting off his black claws, his eyes were glazed over just a bit as his translucent third eyelid (nictitating membrane) slid across his eyes. Those were the things the man saw as he tried to bring his gun to bear on Aurion again. He didn’t see what whipped in between Aurion and himself before he could no longer breath. The force with which Aurion’s tail had whipped between them sent him into a turn mid-leap.
The man dropped the gun, which went off again, aimed down the alley, clear of Aurion. He clutched his throat in a futile attempt to save himself. When Aurion landed he used his tail to pull the man off his feet and onto his back. He clawed his way onto the portly man’s chest, digging into him with his claws, until he could look into the man’s eyes. Aurion then began to ravage the man with his array very painful tools while making sure the last thing the man saw was Aurion‘s eyes.
He had lost it. The man’s reaction was more common that Aurion liked. That reaction had seriously impacted how Aurion dealt with the situations. At first he had run like a bat out of hell. But more often than not he had been gone on the offensive. If they wanted to treat him like some monster, he’d give them a reason to fear him. The only problem, he sometimes got carried away as he exacted his wrath apon his attacker-turned-victim. He sometimes forgot what was around him and the rest of the world.
That’s exactly what happened and what allowed the woman who had put the food, more accurately, scraps, in front of him to wail at the top of her lungs as she hit him over the head with a bat. A frickin bat! If it wasn’t for the thick plates on his head he probably wouldn’t be able to move much after her emotionally charged blow. All that happened instead was the sound of a solid wood bat connecting with Aurion’s head with a loud ‘THUD-CRACK!’ while stars exploded in his vision.
He stopped his vicious attack on the now very dead man and looked at the woman. He recognized the three of her even as his vision swam. He felt like his eyes were rolling around in their sockets in opposite directions. The women didn’t recognize him at all, which in actuality, was a good thing. Whatever had let her push past her terror at his visage and club him over the head with the now broken bat, seemed to have drained after seeing that Aurion was still basically okay. The long, tense moments that went by as they both looked at each other without moving, were the longest of her life. For Aurion it was a blessing. As much as he appeared outwardly to be fine, the stars had just begun to fade as his vision was almost back to normal.
Aurion was the first to move when the frozen moment ended. His lips still peeled back as he let out a screech which startled the woman and caused her to scream. She turned to run and nearly tripped over her own foot. Aurion chose that moment to spring onto her back, digging his blood soaked claws into her. His feet took turns raking against her hips and back as he dug and held onto the woman by her collarbone. He pulled her head back roughly, let out another screech and sunk his serrated teeth into her throat. Aurion’s tail had swiped across the back of her ankles. She fell onto her knees then onto her side.
It didn’t take her long to follow the man into the afterlife. The whole thing, from the first gunshot to the woman’s last breath, took less than five minutes. By then, the call to the police, if one had been placed, had only happened a minute after the first shot. He probably had at least another ten minutes until the police arrived. But that wasn’t what he was concerned with. In fact the police hadn’t even entered his mind. As soon as he was done with the woman, he began to raid their kitchen. Throwing open cabinets, cupboards and drawers. He threw anything he thought he could carry into a tablecloth.
By the time he had left the building, he could hear the sirens. When the police arrived, he was no where to be found.
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