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Individual
Character's full name: Elijah Matthew Gordon
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: N/A
Gender: Male
Age: 32 (Looks about 60)
Date of Birth: 10/31/1980
Nationality/ Ethnicity: White as white can be
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Born in Canada, lived most of his life in Maine
Appearance
Hair color and style: Grey, with a egg-sized bald patch on the top of his head. Usually kept cropped relatively short.
Eyes: Grey
Height: 5' 8”
Build: Skinny as a rail, just this side of sickly.
Visible mutation: Lije looks about thirty years older than he actually is due to excessive use of his power, and his right arm is completely rotted away below the elbow, leaving only bones connected by dry and withered tendons. His upper arm and shoulder show signs of rotting as well, as does his left arm.
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Lije has an extremely nasty deep puckered scar on his lower left abdomen from having a hole blasted through it.
Other features: Because of the rather obvious nature of his visible mutation, Lije keeps his right arm swathed in bulky bandages at all times, to avoid attracting too much attention.
Everyday clothing style: In any weather, no matter how hot, Lije always wears long sleeved shirts and slacks to hide the rotting of his flesh. He gets some odd looks, but it's better than the screaming and running. Lije also always wears his wedding ring.
Uniform: N/A
Sleepwear: A simple pair of pants.
Miscellaneous clothing: Lije owns one suit.
Character
Personality: Lije used to be a very naturally happy person, full of energy and vigor at all times. He used to be the bright spot in the darkness that kept people going when things got tough. After what happened to his friends and family and his premature aging, he has turned into a bitter man, cursing his lot in life and resigned to an early death for trying to do the right thing. He has an intense hatred of normal humans, partly born out of envy of their (relatively) care-free lives, and an even greater hatred of most mutants. All mutants with mutations that they can hide, or that are not debilitating as his is he sees as weak, lucky and undeserving of their gifts. The fact that they take their luck for granted infuriates him, and he has been arrested twice for assaulting a mutant with a power that seemed all good and no bad. The charges were dropped both times (about the only good thing about being a “sickly old man”) but the hatred remained.
Lije has a volatile temper, and is never afraid to express his thoughts no matter who may be listening. He takes risks indiscriminately and is extremely reckless. He figures if he's only got a few years left to live he'll make the most of 'em. He is also very sensitive about his arm, and never shows it to anyone under any circumstances. His current life on the streets has further hardened him, and Lije has become a callous, immoral vagrant, just barely able to hold on to his job as a cabbie and extremely pessimistic. His apartment is a tiny one-roomer in the bad side of town, with a crappy mattress and a toilet and Lije only sleeps in it. He doesn't really have a home, and he can't find it in himself to want one. He's just waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Hobbies/ Interests: Lije used to be a piano player, but now he hates hearing music. It reminds him of what he's lost. However, he can't resist a little Mozart every now and again over the cabs speakers.
Job or part time job and description: Cab Driver. It's just about the only job he's been able to keep.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Lije does not have many fears any more, after seeing your own arm rot away while its still attached not much will faze him. However he is deathly afraid of anyone seeing his arm. For many reasons, the most prominent of which being that he doesn't want anyone to ask what happened. He does his damnedest not to think about it.
Special talents: Lije used to be an excellent piano player, almost a prodigy, and had some small amount of success with his own songs being sold online. Now he doesn't know if he'll ever play again.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Neutral, but hateful. Lije isn't a bad person, but he is very full of resentment and bitterness.
Mutations
Mutation description: Lije can absorb and then expel the power in death. The more recent the death, the more deaths there are, and the closer to the deaths he is the more power is available to him. He can only expel this energy in the form of a crackling sickly puke green and nauseating purple bolt of energy, and holding the energy inside himself for too long has grave consequences. Lije has a maximum range of 25 feet, and can only hold the energy for about a day before it starts to affect him. If Lije uses his powers for more than 5 medium bolts (about enough to blow a hole through an inch of concrete or break bones, translates to 10 small bolts{about the same as a good punch, maybe enough to knock someone out if it hits right} or 2 large bolts{enough to blow someone's head off if it connects}) a day the energy of death begins to affect him. His flesh begins to shrivel in sickness and he starts to age. His flesh begins to wither and rot, and he loses a month for each medium bolt he fires past his limit.
Strengths: This power is very useful in a fight, or for demolitions. It also has the nice side effect of discouraging muggers and scoundrels from messing with him.
Weaknesses: Unfortunately for Lije, his mutation is mostly made up of weaknesses. If he uses his powers too much he ages and his flesh begins to wither and decay. Lije lost thirty years of his life in one hour before, and unless he plans on dying sometime soon his use is rather restricted.
Secondary Mutation: As evidenced by his skeletal right arm, his flesh can rot completely away and still allow the use of a limb, but Lije is not looking forward to finding out what will happen when the rot reaches his heart. That is, if he doesn't die of old age first. Lije doesn't know if his arm will heal if broken, and isn't too keen on finding out, but it doesn't seem to be any weaker than it used to be.
Strengths:Umm... It's scary, and no flesh means no bleeding if cut.
Weaknesses:Looks freaky as hell, and Lije can't feel anything besides pressure or temperature extremes on his bone arm.
Fighting Style
Explanation: Lije doesn't really know how to fight, and now that his body is so old he doesn't really have the physical ability either. He mainly has to use his powers and make 'em count. That being said, he'd rather take a few broken bones than use an extra bolt if he can.
Pros for fighting style: The bolts of power are extremely destructive and even a small bolt can do a lot of damage to a human being.
Cons for fighting style: If Lije runs out of bolts, he has to start paying the price to keep fighting, and he's not really willing to do that unless his life depends on it, so he's likely to get rather beat up.
Faction Allegiance
Unaffiliated
History Of Your Character
Lije was born to a middle-class working family in Canada, and was raised along with his two older brothers. Just a year after he was born, his little sister was born. Lije's older brothers were named James and Brian and were five years older and three years older, respectively. Lije was never really close to his older brothers, as he was a very active and happy-go-lucky child and that did not endear him to James, who was much more studious. Brian hero-worshipped his older brother, and did his best to follow in James' footsteps, including ignoring his little brother. His parents tried what they could, but they never really bonded. His little sister though, was a different story. Even though Katie was only a year younger than him, she was a very sensitive child, crying for the neighbor's puppy when it got a hurt paw. Lije grew up feeling like he had to protect his sister. He loved her very much, and she clung to him in that endearing way only a little sister can.
He had a relatively normal childhood until he was nine years old, which was the first time he had piano lessons. Then, Lije really came alive. He was like one of those blind prodigies, or autistic savants. It was like he had been missing a limb for his entire life and only realized it once he had it back. He wasn't the best piano player, but he was damn good, and he loved to play more than anything. He played for a variety of orchestras during his middle and high school years, and was offered a piano scholarship from many universities. Surprising everyone but his little sister, however, he turned down the scholarships and instead majored in Psychology. When asked why, Lije would reply “I love music and playing the piano far too much to turn it into a way to make money. I will earn my way like everyone else, through hard work and time, rather than abusing my god-given talents.”
Lije met his future wife, Narcissa, in a mandatory Geography class that he had no interest in. Somehow, she made it interesting for him, and though they were complete opposites in their academic interests, they did have one thing very much in common: music. Cissy was a very skilled cellist, and over the course of several music sessions together, they began dating. When Lije received his diploma he turned and, on stage, got down on one knee to propose to Cissy, both of them at the age of 24. She accepted, and they began a very happy life together.
Lije started his research into the realm of therapy through the healing power of music, with his wife helping every step of the way, and they gained a small but happy (and wealthy) following in Maine. The idea had more success than either of them could have imagined and they became very wealthy. Two years after they married, their wonderful daughter Amelia was born. Just about then was when all of those nasty issues with the mutants got started. As much as Lije thought that the extremists on both sides were disgusting, he had no desire to be involved in such things. He had Amelia to think about after all. The limit of his involvement was some counseling sessions with the more wealthy of the mutants who had been imprisoned in the atrocious camps. Really, the issue of mutants was not a concern he had to deal with.
That was, until a year a go. Lije was with Cissy and Amelia at the mall in New York, where they were attending a conference on the psychological benefits of music. That was when disaster struck. A mutant terrorist, filled with hate at the rest of the world, attacked the mall. She had the ability to shoot lasers from her eyes, and in just a few seconds had killed nearly a dozen people. She then turned her sights on Cissy and Amelia. Lije leapt in front of his family, but the beam simply blew a hole in his side and went on to kill his family.
At that moment, something inside Lije snapped. He was a peaceful man, one never to get in fights, the type of man big strong types call weak because he backs down. But when his family was threatened, Lije became a bear, ferocious and implacable. When his family was killed, he became a Dragon: furious, mindless, destructive, and most of all, fire-breathing. A power unlocked in his adolescence but subconsciously tamed by his music burned bright with his fury, and the power of Death surged through him in the form of sickening destructive power. A bolt of energy sailed from his hand and blew the right arm off of the mutant.
Surprised at meeting another mutant, but furious and delirious with shock, the mutant unleashed her full power at Lije, sending a beam of red light as thick as a tree trunk and with all the force of a freight train behind it at him. Lije lashed out in return, a visible sickly green and purple aura of power coalescing around him as he channeled the power of dozens of deaths into a single beam of energy that collided with the other. The standoff lasted for nearly a minute, Lije's hair slowly graying, his skin sagging, his flesh rotting, until with a grunt the mutant's power gave out and the massive bolt of energy slammed into her, turning her into nothing more than a pair of bloodied shins and a few shreds of ragged red flesh.
It wasn't until nearly two weeks later, when Lije woke up in the hospital, that he learned the mutant he had killed was his little Katie, all grown up and broken on the inside from the torture of the camps she never told anyone in her family she was sent to. That was the straw that broke the camel's back. Lije might have recovered, might have moved on and lived a relatively happy life in the years he had left, which the doctors informed him weren't many, but the fact that it was his sister completely destroyed him. He didn't even attend the funerals, simply sold almost all of his possessions and put all of his money into a music scholarship in his families name. He rented a small apartment, filled only with a matress and his bitterness, and moved through several jobs before he finally found one he could stand for more than a few days: cabbie.
Now he doesn't know what he is going to do.
Roleplay
Where did you learn about this site?: *bows down before the mighty GOOOGLE!*
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: N/A
Sample RP:
Lije sat silently in his idling cab, every so often glancing to his right down an alley where he was given the wonderful view of an innocent man being robbed and beaten. Lije found himself only mildly interested: it at least broke up the monotony of his existence. Not like he had anything else to do while the light was red and he was stuck unmoving, without a fare. His ears itched for some music, and he almost considered putting on a bit of Bach, before the door opening startled him into action.
“H-hilton at twelfth, pl-lease.”
It was the victim, nursing his bruises and his wounded pride and his empty wallet, stumbling into the back of the car. The light was green, the door was shut, but Lije didn't move. “You got money?” He asked, his croaking voice hard and flat.
“Wh-what?”
Lije sighed. He was wasting time, getting honked at by those behind him, but he still didn't move. “You just got mugged. I doubt you still have money.”
“I, I have a debit card, they... they couldn't use it so they threw it.. threw it in the dumpster but I fished it out.” Lije grunted and took the card in his bandaged hand and swiped it. It worked, so he handed it back and started driving.
“H-hey... If you saw me getting mugged, why didn't you help?”
Lije chuckled shortly, a low, croaking sound that sounded almost as if he was hocking up a lung. “Kid,” he said, for though he was not much older than his fare he looked it, “I ain't a cop, and you ain't my concern. People like those muggers, all it takes is a show of force to back 'em off. Shoulda killed the one with the limp, a quick grab and twist and they'd leave you alone alright.”
“B-but,” the man said, horrified, “I can't just kill someone! That's horrible!”
And Lije chuckled again, the cab rolling to a stop. “Then someday somebody who is just that little bit more twisted than the rest of us is going to do you. Have a nice day.” And he kicked the idiot out of his cab.
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