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RPC: Alfred King, AKA Obsidian |
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Name: Alfred King<br>
Sex: Male<br>
Age: 24<br>
Height: 6'1"<br>
Weight: 180lbs<br>
Hair: Black/ Eyes: Brown/ Ethnicity: African-American<br>
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Biography: Alfred King, also known in some circles as the mercenary 'Obsidian' got a rough start in the Bronx. He rose above adversity and managed to become a decorated student among his peers, while having another completely different side to him. A friend of his- Tyrone Watson- in his teenage years had gotten him into crime, mostly burglary. Oftentimes, Tyrone did the planning, and Alfred did the legwork. They were like the perfect team. He and his friend parted ways, at his 18th birthday; the thrill of 'the job' didn't interfere with his studies, and he went on to college. Again, times were hard. He soon found that the easiest way to make money was the black market. Every so often people needed things to go boom. These people often payed very high. For this very reason, he became a mercenary. For him it was perfect-- He was a straight "A" student, a Valedictorian Candidate... And a ruthless mercenary. After all, who would suspect young Alfred King?<br>
His big break came when he took a job to steal a particular item. A black briefcase-- With unknown contents. He did so, flawlessly, but his employer double crossed him. While he was still holding the briefcase, his employer shot him, three times in the chest at point blank rage but... The bullets bounced off. He looked at his chest and noticed that... His chest was covered in what looked to be black obsidian rock... The same rock traveled down his arm, connected to the briefcase, as though that's where it originated-- And that's where it did. Long story short, he got the better of that situation... And was exponentially more effective in later jobs. Now he drifts, from job to job, seeking that familiar thrill.<br>
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Appearance: Alfred carries himself with a high degree of pride-- not necessarily arrogance. He is very clean cut-- His hair is long, and straightened; bound in a tight ponytail. His beard is very cleanly groomed (think Shaft. You know-- "He's a bad mutha-shut 'yo mouth!" wink . Normally, he wears business casual attire, and ALWAYS carries his briefcase.<br>
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<b>Powers:</b> <br>
His Briefcase: His powers center around his briefcase. He doesn't completely know or understand how the case works, but it has the capabilities of melding with his body. (It is actually a symbiote. it 'chose' him, seeing as he was the first to come along after it's creation.) It gives him an impenetrable armor, which is capable of forming weapons. It can extend beyond his body (to hit someone) at 5 feet-- every 5 feet beyond that, it subtracts from the current armor. Things inside the briefcase meld into the armor as well. Because of it's melding ability, he can mimic physical aspects of a person, within reason. This means, if someone has claws, he is able to imitate them, if they are a large size, the case can mimic that to an a certain size-- if the person is SMALLER than Alfred, however, that cannot be copied. Also, the suit can only even grow to twice it's size, but at that level, it does not retain all of it's agility and balance. His briefcase, aside from armor, also gives him enhanced speed and strength<br>
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<b>Weaknesses:</b> Without the armor, he is completely human. Also, the armor does not protect him from psychic attack or high trauma-- For instance, gunshots from a 9mm weapon are likely to do little more than cosmetic damage, whereas a point-blank shotgun blast would cause pain. Same with heavy, blunt objects. Also, the symbiote is reactive to electricity-- It causes it to retract from the point it is touched. Sustained amounts of high head also causes the symbiote to burn.
 Kwaikos · Mon Jun 16, 2008 @ 02:43am · 0 Comments |
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