[hider=Zed - Finished] [center][img=http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8lbhmCU1K1roi9fwo1_500.gif] Zed stands lean and lanky, at the height of 6'1, weighing within the 90s to 100-region. His build boasts only one thing - willowy, yet sinewy muscle contracted and tightened to the point where it looks as if he's a panther about to lunge at a moment's notice. It's mostly from when his body was adjusting, and maintaining, his lean muscles whilst he was in his deep sleep, courtesy to his new powers. His skin is a pale white, with runic, spiraling scars and tattoos rippling over the pale flesh with reckless abandon. Slim, almost effeminate facial features gives off a sense of aristocracy long gone, with a short, petite nose, smirking lips, and bone-white hair that falls to around ankle-length, while the long bangs hangs limply around his face and head, hiding everything other than his unsettling grin. [I][u][b]Full Name[/b][/u] Kingston Orafice [u][b]Alias(es) / Titl(es) / Nickname(s)[/b][/u] For now, he simply goes by 'Zed'. [u][b]Gender[/b][/u] Male ♂ [u][b]Age[/b][/u] 17 [u][b]Active Abilities[/b][/u] 'Pale, unblemished flesh rippled and stretched, the sound of muscle, bone, and skin tearing apart echoing throughout the room. Zed slowly straightened up from his hunched position, unrecognizable...even in the morose lighting.' Zed's abilities are something you would call 'Body/Bone Manipulation', as his skin, flesh, muscles, and over-all self stretches, tears, and reshapes itself into the weapon, appendage, or object of the boy's warped imagination. Because of the odd control he has over his body, Zed's standard attributes are naturally enhanced - he's stronger, faster, and a Hell of a lot more durable than normal humans. To quote from an anonymous scientist's audio journals... 'Test One: The subject has complete control over the anatomies and bodies of himself, including skin, nails, fat, muscles, and nerves, etc., allowing him to freely alter and manipulate them. Subject can grow additional appendages and body-parts, remove them or otherwise manipulate his body, in visible, chemical and cellular/sub-cellular levels. While in his unconscious state, we've done some physical tests. One nurse prodded open his arm with a scalpel, only for the separated flabs of skin to instinctively...sharpen and slam together, cutting the scalpel's blade completely in half. The wound didn't knit itself together, exactly. It simply...closed together for the time being. The wound healed faster than normal shortly after, however...' 'Test Two: It has been a while since some of our first tests. In this test, the same nurse actively grabbed the subject's arm, twisting it around and apply pressure on key spots and joints. At first, nothing happened...and then she started to fracture and break apart the bone. The subject's arm abruptly snapped into place, the sounds of broken bones slamming together and mending echoing through the room, before the arm began twitching and warping. It only took a second for the pale flesh of the subject's arm and hand to transform, and in it's place was an odd, twisted version of a massive claw, the same color of the subject's skin, but with odd red pulsing veins moving across the flesh. We tested the transformed appendage, and noted that the 'flesh' was actually warm to the touch, yet incredibly dense and lethally sharp. Shortly after, it warped back into the subject's usual arm and hand. We have noted that the subject's eyes have turned permanently crimson, however, along with his skin being littered with weird red scars and veins.' 'Test Three: Something happened. The subject...he was possessed, or something...! He killed everyone. His eyes were still shut, but while we were getting ready for more tests, he snapped his bindings and his body exploded into horrors unimaginable. It shakes me to even think of it. Numerous nurses and doctors were skewered and tortured by extremely sharp tendrils. He reverted back to himself only a second after, showing discipline, before both of his arms transformed into hellish looking sickles! He sliced through everything and everyone...a monster. It took so much to bring him back under control. He's back into his bindings, with extra protection. We've locked him into a metal straitjacket, along with other precautions. I'm getting too old for this shit...' The audio recordings ended after the third. [u][b]Passive Abilities[/b][/u] Zed posses an odd sort of telepathy; it's mostly enhanced instincts, if anything. Basically, he has a sort of 'Predator-like mind', meaning he feels a sort of mental itch, or stab, whenever something with negative intentions are within a certain distance. This doesn't give him the aptitude to dodge bullets or the likes, but ambushes are easy to sense. Also, as listed above, his attributes are enhanced, which also means his senses as well. [u][b]Weapon(s)[/b][/u] N/A [u][b]Personality[/b][/u] To put it simply? Sociopathic. Experiences, both pre-abduction and during the actual abduction...it has, well, changed him. It's not the physical pain - Hell, he may even enjoy it at times. Is it the mental scars? No. Close, but no. No, it's the psychological torture. Even before the torture of experimentation, the pain, Zed was always the kid you would expect to see in some Amnesia game or horror film. His eyes were constantly brightened, of course, like any other child, but not with what you would expect. A spark of insanity, maybe? We're, of course, talking about a child who dissected and prodded rats in boredom, and who cooked the dead carcasses over his own fever-ridden forehead whenever he was hungry in his little over-turned dumpster in the slums. But let's get out of the confusing mess of his mind, shall we? Onto more linear overviewing. In a nutshell, Zed isn't someone you would want to meet in a dark alley - especially not in a dark lab room. His shoulders are constantly hunched, as if the weight of the world has gotten to him, but his mouth and facial expression suggests otherwise. Pale white eyes, combined with tiny crimson pupils, are narrowed into an angry glare, while his pale lips are almost always contorted into it's usual sinister smirk, or, if the situation calls for it, a predatory grin. Zed's mind is cracked somewhere in the chinks, and it is evident by his whole demeanor. He's not mentally slow, or anything. No. Zed boasts a genius-level intellect, along with excellent street smarts, common sense, and creativity/ingenuity. It's just evident by how he treats every situation - with a sort of malevolent sort of playfulness that says all that needs to be said - he's taking it seriously, but, other than that, he doesn't really care. He treats everything like a game, almost. A twisted game. His mind is focused on one thing, and one thing only, after all: Revenge. How will he get this revenge? He doesn't know. Yet. "Might as well have some fun on the way, ne?" [u][b]Weakness/Fear(s)[/b][/u] Although Zed is quite tight-lipped about anything that he deems 'lame' or 'weak', there is something that he fears. For one...he fears death by electrocution. Not electricity, per se, although it does make him cautious. No, he fears dying by it. The pain of feeling all of your nerves lock up, your joints diminished...your free-will slain...burning...pain... High pressures of water is also diminishing towards his health. It soaks his skin, and his flesh automatically absorbs it, hampering his shifting abilities. Lower pressures of water, like from the sink, or a standard hose, doesn't bother him. Neither does taking showers or baths. [u][b]Special Abilities / Traits / Attributes / Quirks[/b][/u] Before all of this...shit happened, Zed was quite amused by the though of zombies, and was always envious of gamers. He also has the tendency to quote video game lines, like 'Boom. Headshot!' or anything that retains to the situation at hand. [u][b]Themesong[/b][/u] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J-Qpyknd-qE]Comatose[/url] [u][b]Other[/b][/u] Nothing, I believe. [/I] [/center][/hider]