Post by CHANGEME on Feb 24, 2007 2:55:57 GMT -5
Name: Thomas Wayne Jackson
Age: 55
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Alignment: He likes to think he's a "Lawful Good".
Power Level: Medium, High Tier
Timeline: Modern
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Appearance:
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Gray (Turns white when supery)
Physical Description:
Old, balding in front, and a little wrinkly around his little eyes, hidden behind black rimmed bug-eye glasses that sit on a large, pronounced nose. Carries himself with a hint of a Holier Than Thou air about him.
Civilian clothing: A plain black suit, with a pressed, white button-up shirt underneath a red tie. Or a yellow tie, if he's feeling a little daring. Sleek black briefcase and dress shoes come with the set...
Super form attire:
Opaque white goggles, white gloves and shoes, his suit and tie turn light blue.
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Personality:
Very controlling, if not flat-out bossy sometimes. Narrow-minded, static, often fails to see the 'big picture' in a sticky situation. Arrogant and over-confident in his abilities (which gets him it trouble a lot, though he'd never admit it). At least he tries.
History:
Thomas had a normal childhood, complete with two doting parents and the occasional school bully. He always wanted to be an astronaut/ pilot/ surgeon/ firefighter/ policeman/ explorer/ spy/ president, but instead, Tommy grew up to become a lawyer, complete with suit and black briefcase.
On one fateful, cloudless Thursday, Tom was driving home from work in his silver Lexus, when he decided that he wanted a soda. He pulled into the nearest 7-11, and bought himself a Diet Coke. He paid for it, climbed back in the car and, against his lawyer instincts, opened and drank it while he drove.
As he turned the corner, Tom saw a hobo being beat up by a gang behind the store. He took a sip and thought, 'Not my problem.' continuing on. When he got home, set his briefcase down, took one last swallow and tossed the can away, he glanced at the clock on the wall and decided he had a headache, and went straight to bed. (After putting his clothes away in the proper places and order, of course.)
The next morning, he woke up and saw, to his horror, that one of his red ties was on the wrong hanger. He jumped up immediately, and righted the injustice. Then, two things occurred to him: First, he hadn't jumped out of bed since he was 23. Second, where were his glasses?
He looked to his mirror-dresser for an answer, and... whoa... were those biceps?
He smiled. The wife would be pleased when she got back from Vegas.
When he got to work (after accidentally nearly crushing the steering wheel in his grip), he decided he should probably sit very quietly in his office and think this through. In one night, he had somehow gained super strength, and no longer needed his glasses. How? What did he do yesterday that was different than any other day?
'Nothing. I did everything the same as usual.' He thought, before noticing that he was floating several inches off the seat of his black leather chair. Then it hit him, the Diet Coke. He always drank water. Why did he get a Diet Coke? He bit his lip in frustration. How had this happened? He'd heard diet sodas did irreparable damage to your liver, but this was a little far-fetched.
He took a deep breath in an effort to calm himself, and exhaled a thick, white smoke. Smoke? He moved his hand in front of his face, breathing on it. Cold as ice. Fog, then? Thomas shook his head. Crazy. This lawyer business finally made him crack. He could see the headlines in his mind's eye: Mutant Lawyer sues Coca Cola. He'd probably get strapped down and vivisected before he could get a good case ready. What would the wife think?
He sighed, exhaling another freezing breath, and looked at a picture of his son, taken several years ago, during Halloween. He had dressed up as Spider Man, with the mask and gloves and everything. His son was married, now. It seemed like only yesterday he was crawling around in a diaper.
'Mask...'
Then he got a funny idea. He shook his head quickly, denying it thought. It was totally irregular. He reached for his coffee mug and took a small sip, hearing an unpleasant crackle as it froze solid on his lips. Mmm. He thought of the hobo. Maybe he could use his powers for the good of mankind, or something like that.
He started the pull the cup away, but the coffee was stuck. He sighed again. He would need to figure out how to control these "powers", and fast, if he wanted to save his career.
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Powers:
1: An icy touch, and a cold stare. 'The stare' takes a lot of concentration, though, and kinda hurts, and really only freezes in small quantities (might make an ice cube, if he's really focused.), but it's enough to give anyone the chills.
He's got the ice-breath/touch under control now, and can preform both rather effortlessly, for a while. Like with any exercise, he'll get tired eventually.
2: It's not really a power so much as a habit, but he levitates (10 inches off the ground is maximum) when he gets frustrated. Doesn't know how to control it yet, other than to try and stay calm.
3: Super strength: Car lifting is relatively easy, but Tom can't lift a zord. As a result of this strength, he can jump very high, and run up to 30mph.
Weapons: Swords and knives formed of ice. They will shatter if hit hard enough, but he can always make more. Usually, though, Tom doesn't like to draw blood.
Weaknesses: He can't very well make an igloo in a burning building. Burns like any normal person, if you an catch him off guard. Has high blood pressure.
Misc: His suit, when in 'super form', regenerates... except when he goes back to normal, you can see any rips/tears that were made while supery.
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Age: 55
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Alignment: He likes to think he's a "Lawful Good".
Power Level: Medium, High Tier
Timeline: Modern
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Appearance:
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Gray (Turns white when supery)
Physical Description:
Old, balding in front, and a little wrinkly around his little eyes, hidden behind black rimmed bug-eye glasses that sit on a large, pronounced nose. Carries himself with a hint of a Holier Than Thou air about him.
Civilian clothing: A plain black suit, with a pressed, white button-up shirt underneath a red tie. Or a yellow tie, if he's feeling a little daring. Sleek black briefcase and dress shoes come with the set...
Super form attire:
Opaque white goggles, white gloves and shoes, his suit and tie turn light blue.
-----
Personality:
Very controlling, if not flat-out bossy sometimes. Narrow-minded, static, often fails to see the 'big picture' in a sticky situation. Arrogant and over-confident in his abilities (which gets him it trouble a lot, though he'd never admit it). At least he tries.
History:
Thomas had a normal childhood, complete with two doting parents and the occasional school bully. He always wanted to be an astronaut/ pilot/ surgeon/ firefighter/ policeman/ explorer/ spy/ president, but instead, Tommy grew up to become a lawyer, complete with suit and black briefcase.
On one fateful, cloudless Thursday, Tom was driving home from work in his silver Lexus, when he decided that he wanted a soda. He pulled into the nearest 7-11, and bought himself a Diet Coke. He paid for it, climbed back in the car and, against his lawyer instincts, opened and drank it while he drove.
As he turned the corner, Tom saw a hobo being beat up by a gang behind the store. He took a sip and thought, 'Not my problem.' continuing on. When he got home, set his briefcase down, took one last swallow and tossed the can away, he glanced at the clock on the wall and decided he had a headache, and went straight to bed. (After putting his clothes away in the proper places and order, of course.)
The next morning, he woke up and saw, to his horror, that one of his red ties was on the wrong hanger. He jumped up immediately, and righted the injustice. Then, two things occurred to him: First, he hadn't jumped out of bed since he was 23. Second, where were his glasses?
He looked to his mirror-dresser for an answer, and... whoa... were those biceps?
He smiled. The wife would be pleased when she got back from Vegas.
When he got to work (after accidentally nearly crushing the steering wheel in his grip), he decided he should probably sit very quietly in his office and think this through. In one night, he had somehow gained super strength, and no longer needed his glasses. How? What did he do yesterday that was different than any other day?
'Nothing. I did everything the same as usual.' He thought, before noticing that he was floating several inches off the seat of his black leather chair. Then it hit him, the Diet Coke. He always drank water. Why did he get a Diet Coke? He bit his lip in frustration. How had this happened? He'd heard diet sodas did irreparable damage to your liver, but this was a little far-fetched.
He took a deep breath in an effort to calm himself, and exhaled a thick, white smoke. Smoke? He moved his hand in front of his face, breathing on it. Cold as ice. Fog, then? Thomas shook his head. Crazy. This lawyer business finally made him crack. He could see the headlines in his mind's eye: Mutant Lawyer sues Coca Cola. He'd probably get strapped down and vivisected before he could get a good case ready. What would the wife think?
He sighed, exhaling another freezing breath, and looked at a picture of his son, taken several years ago, during Halloween. He had dressed up as Spider Man, with the mask and gloves and everything. His son was married, now. It seemed like only yesterday he was crawling around in a diaper.
'Mask...'
Then he got a funny idea. He shook his head quickly, denying it thought. It was totally irregular. He reached for his coffee mug and took a small sip, hearing an unpleasant crackle as it froze solid on his lips. Mmm. He thought of the hobo. Maybe he could use his powers for the good of mankind, or something like that.
He started the pull the cup away, but the coffee was stuck. He sighed again. He would need to figure out how to control these "powers", and fast, if he wanted to save his career.
-----
Powers:
1: An icy touch, and a cold stare. 'The stare' takes a lot of concentration, though, and kinda hurts, and really only freezes in small quantities (might make an ice cube, if he's really focused.), but it's enough to give anyone the chills.
He's got the ice-breath/touch under control now, and can preform both rather effortlessly, for a while. Like with any exercise, he'll get tired eventually.
2: It's not really a power so much as a habit, but he levitates (10 inches off the ground is maximum) when he gets frustrated. Doesn't know how to control it yet, other than to try and stay calm.
3: Super strength: Car lifting is relatively easy, but Tom can't lift a zord. As a result of this strength, he can jump very high, and run up to 30mph.
Weapons: Swords and knives formed of ice. They will shatter if hit hard enough, but he can always make more. Usually, though, Tom doesn't like to draw blood.
Weaknesses: He can't very well make an igloo in a burning building. Burns like any normal person, if you an catch him off guard. Has high blood pressure.
Misc: His suit, when in 'super form', regenerates... except when he goes back to normal, you can see any rips/tears that were made while supery.
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