[b]Name:[/b] Snark O’Bright

[b]Age:[/b] 18

[b]Alias:[/b] Bandersnatch

[b]Appearance:[/b]
[img]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/mogtaki/Snark.jpg[/img]

Stands at a mere 5’3” and is fair lightweight, Snark is skinny and a fairly pathetic looking guy when it all comes down to it. The markings down his eyes appear to be tattoos but are usually well hidden by his hair being as messy as it is.
He has different appearances depending on how his abilities manifest, may also only appear as claws on his fingers and blackened:

[hider=Mutation][img]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/mogtaki/Original___Need_a_Hand_by_Sayael.jpg[/img]
Fully mutated:
[img]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/mogtaki/Evolution_of_Darkness_by_jidane.jpg[/img][/hider]

[b]Abilities:[/b]

[i]Transformation[/i]: Snark may appear normal most of the time, but within him sits a terrifying beast of nightmares. His transformation is regulated by his emotional state, starvation or grievous injury, but there’s no telling what might release this creature if his mutation gets any worse.

[i]Biokinesis[/i]: Snark can manipulate the biological structure of his cells, creating weapons out of his body and causing rapid cell growth and die off nearly completely at will. His skin will always be either a tinted green or black while the bone becomes steel-like and extremely durable, the shapes often being twisted and vile versions of said weapons. While it is a possibility for his weapons to become projectiles, that has not quite been accomplished yet and await further tests and trials.

[i]Superhuman strength and healing[/i]: He’s stronger than he looks, able to move a fair weight and stand up for himself. His wounds can heal quickly too, but the quicker they heal the closer he is to transforming.

[b]Skills:[/b]
Fluent in Japanese and English.
Somewhat streetwise, otherwise doesn’t have much skill at all.

[b]Personality Traits:[/b]
Quiet, independent yet shows signs of desiring companionship, moody, focused, cowardly, snarky, greedy for food.

[b]Backstory:[/b]

Born in California, he barely lasted long enough with his family to pick up a name for himself. Born with both Japanese and American blood, the boy was left in an orphanage ready to be adopted; however, that’s not always the case, especially for someone of mixed race. Nobody would want a half-breed kid, it was just not going to be a waiting game until he was old enough and able to go out and about on his own. He was ignored in the orphanage, not even a hint to what his true name was and instead he made his own. His name wasn’t quite real, but had a hint of Irish in it despite not knowing how they worked. He stuck with it, even when things got a hell of a lot worse.

The war hit and Snark was still young, but the prejudices against all people Japanese was still there. He was forced out into the world through fear that he too would be taken away to the dreaded concentration camps the US soldiers had set up for Japanese who couldn’t prove their American citizenship, his struggle to exist taking him out onto the streets in a desperate attempt to survive. Scavenging and crime was all he could commit to stay alive.

It went none too bad for as long as he could manage, the war distracting people from the kids who struggled to survive and those who died on the street. Snark was determined to not become one of those other kids who starved to death. For a few years more he continued to live, but as the war slowly came to a close he was soon struggling for food and the gangs managing to profit from it were becoming too numerous. His usual places to find food was becoming simply too hard to get to, people were watching what they threw out and generally starving those who struggled for survival.

Snark was badly affected; he couldn’t find food and was slowly starving to death. Feeling the aches and pains of starvation, Snark began to wander a lot more than just the city, having to search the world beyond for food. He was on the verge of death, his body weakened to the point that it trembled; however, the trembles weren’t natural at all. Soon the trembles became extreme pain, agony that shot down his left arm before shooting all over his body. He thought that was what dying felt like, he could almost feel death’s cold embrace; of course, when the next thing you know is you’re waking up naked you know something’s wrong.

Something definitely happened and he had no idea where he was; in fact, it was a completely different time of the year and not California anymore. He didn’t know where he was or what was happening, but there was definitely something wrong with this scene. With no knowledge to where he was and feeling fairly drafty, all he knew was he wasn’t feeling hungry anymore; in fact, he was feeling full up for once. Finding spare clothes was the easy part, the simplest of clothing was available and would be able to prevent the draft to say the least. Whatever that was happening was certainly freaking him out the more he thought about it, but it was hardly anything compared to the strangeness that was a highly intelligent man that soon came before him and announced that his concerns and confusion were in fact real and definitely worth the level of concern he had been giving them.