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[center][h3][b]Margrave[/b][/h3]
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[b]Name:[/b] Elliot Prat
[b]Alias:[/b] Margrave
[b]Age:[/b] 17
[b]Alignment:[/b] Wannabe Antihero, formerly Wannabe Villain
[b]Loyalty:[/b] Unofficial Ward
[b]Appearance:[/b] A white male of lanky proportions, 6'1”, most often clothed in dark colors.  His features, from his nose to his jaw to his cheekbones, are angular, and his nose itself is rather prominent.  By nature his brown hair is poofy, and he keeps it styled upward.  His earlobes are attached, his eyes are a murky brown, and he has slightly yellowed teeth.  His favorite attire includes a dark green high-collared trench coat that belonged to his grandfather and a black baseball cap.
[b]History:[/b] Elliot came into the world in a rough period for his family.  Poor, without a house, and constantly on the move, his parents did their best to love him and raise him while teaching him important lessons about life.  Elliot learned quickly, becoming a very serious and reserved child.  As the years went by, his family persisted in a state of continuous change.  For a few months he and his parents might be living in an apartment or condo, and immediately after be back on the road in a station wagon.  When Elliot was four, the trio finally settled, and Elliot went to school.  Though not very social at all, he excelled in his classes, displaying streaks of perfectionism.  Knowing that he needed something else to work on, his parents enrolled him in a kickboxing class, and he took to it like a fish to water.  Eventually he found himself on the receiving end of some bullies, but rather than silently put up with their abuse he displayed a newfound confidence.  One bully provoked him into punching, but even though Elliot missed, his enemies decided to find easier prey.  All throughout middle school, nothing really changed.

Only in high school did he start to open up, his defensive shell cracking to allow dry humor and the occasional hilarious remark to seep through.  Meanwhile, he continued to study, balancing a life of school, video games, and hanging out with friends.  He saw no problem in trying beer or a cigarette when pressured to but, finding neither remotely to his liking, he never tried them again.  Elliot instead dedicated himself to a new goal: scholarship.  Though his family's condition had improved immensely from his early youth, there was not a single sliver of a chance he'd be able to attend college.  In scholarship, though, he found a solution: a full-ride to a local university, if only he continue to excel.  In his sophomore and junior years he did exactly that, but a dark and brooding foe lay on the horizon.  Confronted with Calculus II, a college-level course, in senior year, he was stumped for the first time.  Having become accustomed to overcoming every obstacle easily, Elliot grew uncharacteristically distraught disturbingly quickly.  He grew more and more crazed in his desperation, knowing that his future lay on the line.  Yet his pride would not allow him to cheat.  Though he enlisted the teacher for help, he continued to struggle, and at the end of the second semester opened a yellow envelope with shaking hands to discover that he'd fallen afoul of the cutoff for the full-ride scholarship by only a small margin.

Elliot stared at the paper, mouth agape and eyes wide.  In his quest to get a passing grade, he'd practically severed ties with all of his friends.  He'd staked everything on this—and now he'd failed.  With a shattered confidence, knowing that he'd doomed himself to a rotten life and disappointed everyone who knew him, he went berserk.  Before, he'd made certain to keep excelling by punishing himself when he failed, so what came next seemed obvious.  Seizing a metal pan, he smashed it against his own forehead.  The impact dazed him and the held-back tears poured forth, but he did it again.  Two more times he cracked the pan against his head, not really caring if he lived or not.  The fourth time, however, the pan broke off.  Elliot didn't discover why until he awoke an hour later to the sound of his mother coming into the apartment.  Deaf to her shriek of fear, he touched the broken, plastic pot that lay before him before passing out again.

After recovering, Elliot was advised to go to therapy, but he shrugged it off.  With school over with, he took to spending a lot of time outside, exploring the city.  He'd discovered something new about himself, and in doing so he changed.  A new attitude had taken him over, forming a sort of persona.  He acted strangely and extravagantly without any restraint.  He continued to work as a junior instructor for his kickboxing studio, albeit with a shocking new persona that the kids thought was pretty awesome, and he earned enough money to live off of.  Out of the studio he sought something different.  After a painstaking search, he attempted to get in with the local supervillain gang, only to be conspired against and brutally kicked out for his lame attitude and power.  With no other options, he sought the local Wards.  Perhaps its leader took pity on Elliot, but nevertheless he finally found somewhere he felt as if he belonged, though he'd never show it.

[center][h3][b]Personality[/b][/h3][/center]
[b]Motivations:[/b] Elliot wants, more than anything, to be recognized.  The road starts with getting attention and ends with getting famous—preferably infamous.  He wants people to know his name, and to respect him.
[b]Sexuality:[/b] Straight
[b]Likes:[/b] [list][*]Looking cool
[*]Beating others at petty competitions
[*]Taking advantage of others
[*]Company
[*]Potato crisps
[*]Exercise
[*]Flaring up with no real reason
[*]Playing 'lone wolf' DPS characters in games
[*]Action movies, especially martial arts movies[/list]
[b]Dislikes:[/b] [list][*]Being alone
[*]Being ignored
[*]Being wrong
[*]His lame power
[*]People who are full of themselves
[*]Goody-goodies
[*]Artificial sweeteners
[*]Support players who whine a lot in games[/list]
[b]Derangement:[/b]  To Elliot, the only way to become renowned and respected is to be respected through fear.  To that end, he goes to frequently absurd lengths to speak and act mysteriously and threateningly, though more often than not this comes across as acting confusingly and obnoxiously.  He cannot conceive of a different way to get famous and is completely ignorant of his own shortcomings.  

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[b]Skills:[/b] Elliot is a fast runner, with somewhat higher than usual stamina.  He's pretty smart, and can produce a sense of humor from time to time, but what he's really good at is pissing other people off.  When it comes to ideas, schemes, plots, plans, and so forth that might bamboozle, infuriate, or enrage others, Elliot's the guy.  He's also got a hint of a British accent that tends to intrigue people who aren't familiar with it.  From kickboxing lessons he's taken since he was eleven, he's got notable fist-fighting ability, as well as the strength to go with it, though his pain tolerance is surprisingly low.
[b]Classification:[/b] Striker
[b]Details:[/b] Upon touching an inanimate object, Elliot can turn it into a toy version of itself.  This may include substance change (for instance, to plastic) size change, and so forth.  The rate of toyification is tied to his mental state; when he's calm, the transformations go at an unremarkable speed, but if he's excited or scared, the process can be sped up by several times depending on intensity.  Objects will tend to turn into toy versions of themselves that replicate or at least resemble existing toys.  Someone's mech suit might, then, turn into a Transformer.  A few traits are shared among all of the toys created by Elliot's power: they are simple, they are destructible, and they are harmless.  An anvil, turned into a plastic toy, could be easily crushed.  Elliot has some control over the change; IE he could choose whether to turn a gun into a Nerf gun, a Super Soaker, or a tiny action-figure accessory.
[b]Limitations:[/b] This toy-transformation power can only emanate from Elliot's hands.  He wouldn't be able to defend himself from anything threatening to harm his body if he couldn't physically touch it with his hands.  Additionally, if one of his toys is moved out of close proximity to him, it will quickly begin to revert to its original form.  This also applies to toy versions of things he might want to use himself, like vehicles or hidden weapons.  Of course, this power is also of very little use in direct combat with other parahumans.
[b]Equipment:[/b]  At all times, Elliot has in some pocket or another handfuls of foam knives and action figure weapons.  He's also got a little canteen and a bag of beef jerky, which he enjoys.  His heavy clothing might also provide a little defense, but it's no substitute for anything resembling actual armor.  However, he does wear cloth shin-guards and forearm guards beneath his clothes when out and about, which are valuable when fighting unarmed.  As a Ward, he's also got a Protectorate Communication Earpiece and a holographic computer interfacing tool, courtesy of Decoy.
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