General Bio 
Name: Thomas MacLanahan	 (T, Tommy, Tom ,Sgt. MacLanahan, Sarge)
Age: 28
Gender: Male 
Appearance: [img= https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSHLlELM83JoxYsqiPbkbHfMMBowpxZTEsA3pLrykBby2RamGKkBw] 

Tom is a darkly tanned individual with dark hair and a seemingly permanent scruff on his face. His eyes never seem to focus on one location long, his investigative habits forcing them to constantly be searching for anything suspect about a scene. When he is able to focus on a person, his eyes are warm and inviting, and an infectious smirk can often be seen on his lips. He’s 6’1, weighing 195 pounds of mostly muscle. A horrendous scar is on his left hip and outer thigh is a remnant of his injury. A mortar shell exploded and embedded large pieces of shrapnel in his leg. He walks with a very small limp, favoring his right side. His voice is a calm baritone, and he can carry a tune halfway decently. He’s often heard humming or singing to himself in periods of calm. He is ambidextrous, having learned to use his right hand while his left side recovered from his injuries. He is occasionally reliant on painkillers when his nerves fire and the pain flares up. 
 
Superpower name: Reactive hyperactive endocrine response (or as Tom affectionately refers to it, Hulk Mode) 
 
Description: when exposed to certain Stimuli, Tom will enter a trance like state in which he is able to respond to stressors with an increased endocrine response, heightening senses, muscle control, speed, and other bodily functions for a short period of time.

Level one abilities: Tom will appear to enter a trance for a few moments after which he is able to perform feats slightly above the normal threshold of human ability. His running speed increases to that of an average cross country track star. He is able to deadlift as much as an intermediate level professional body builder, and punches carry more strength. not enough to incapacitate with one strike, but whoever he hits will feel it for days. Use leaves Tom somewhat exhausted, and cool down requires 6 hours before he can use it again freely. 

Level three abilities: after a few moments Tom will enter the trance,increasing his situational awareness and focus .solidly landed strikes to an opponent's head can incapacitate his strength is now more powerful, able to deadlift as much as an expert level body.this trance can last up to ten minutes. Attacks against him deal less pain, though damage is still present. Cool-down Is reduced to 3 hours. 

Level five abilities: now able to instantaneously enter the trance, Tom's running speed is capable of out sprinting olympic champions. Strength increases tremendously. He is now able to deadlift at the level of an elite professional bodybuilder. Physical strikes can and often do break bones, and Tom can mostly ignore the pain from anything except bullet wounds. this state can last for upwards of 20 minutes of continued stress Cool-down is again reduced to 1 hour 30 minutes.

Weakness/drawback: Entering the trance leaves Tom initially in a state of exhaustion, requiring a few minutes of immobility to regain balance and bearings. While technically capable of ignoring the cool-down period if absolutely necessary, doing so will result in a period of sensory damage, symptoms of which include hysterical deafness, blindness, or tactile neuropathy. Conversely, the cost may include hypersensitivity, including tactile olfactory or auditory symptoms, and hallucinations. The injuries in his leg also cause him extreme pain, which can effectively put him out of the fight. Continued use of the ability without cool-down will result in permanent damage.

History 
History: Tom Spent the majority of the first decade of the millennium, (from 2004 onward, serving tours of duty as Staff Sergeant as a member of the Army CID. This took him to several locations throughout the world investigating criminal actions perpetrated by soldiers of all ranks and career paths. though giving him a keen insight into people and their motivations for acting in a criminal fashion, the career left Tom a little disillusioned with military life. After being discharged in 2010 for a severe leg injury, Tom spent a year in therapy regaining 90% of functionality, (still moving with a slight limp in his left leg.) Tom applied to the FBI, but failed to clear the academy due to his injuries. 
Despondent, he then applied to the NYPD, clearing the somewhat easier physical test. His history as a CID officer lead to a fast track into the Manhattan major case squad and by 2013, Tom was on the road to being a direct subordinate to the commissioner. However, an investigation into the murder involving a member of the mayor’s staff resulted in an accusation against the mayor’s son. While the accusation was sound, the staff proceeded to cover up the crime and Tom was publicly smeared and disgraced, leading to resigning his position on the NYPD and preparing a cross country move to escape the press. A position with the US Marshalls office was in his future with a move to Kansas City Missouri in June 2014. 

The day before the bus ride: The hangover was intense to say the least. Celebrating his new position and his recent bachelorhood, Tom spent the evening at the Jersey Shore, slamming shot after shot of top shelf vodka down his throat and singing with the live band karaoke offered at the bar he was at. He stumbled out of the motel bed, tripping over the pile of clothes he had left slumped at the foot of his bed. He turned his head to thankfully find that he was alone. The last thing he needed was an ill-advised one night stand before moving off to prepare to leave New York. A few cups of coffee and a pair of bagels later, Tom was back on the parkway heading back home. He returned to his apartment on the lower east side and started the laborious task of packing. After a few hours of boxing up clutter, he went to Central Park for lunch with his sister Melanie. They each gorged themselves on dirty water dogs and soda before taking a walk around. 

“I’m going to miss you Tom, what am I gonna do without my big brother?” Melanie asked, playfully punching him in the arm. 

“I guess you’re just going to continue your research fellowship and become the expert in… wait what was it you do again?” he asked, giving her a foolish grin and playfully shoving her off to the side. His sister’s work was classified, and even his contacts in the various agencies he’d spoken to hadn’t been able to tell him what it was. He only knew it had to do with developing next level technology for the Army that would integrate a soldier with his career. There were rumors it had to deal with Direct Energy Weaponry, other talk that it was developing powered armor, a whole bunch of other insanity that he brushed off as scuttlebutt. More likely she was working on some sort of new communications system or way to give a soldier a video game styled head’s up display.

She smiled back at him with the “I could tell you but I’d have to kill you” look. They finished their walk and he went back home, changing into a suit and going out to his father’s bar, MacLanahan’s Pub. He entered to see his father behind the bar, pouring him a Guinness Stout that he slid down the bar. Tom spent the rest of the evening drinking with old friends and toasting to the future. He drained one glass in memory of his mother, Claire, murdered while he was in Japan, investigating a rash of on and off base thievery by a group of enlisted soldiers. That investigation remained unsolved. Some random mugger in the middle of the night shot her three times , and she died alone in a back alley waiting for an ambulance. 

He went home to his apartment. He had a month before he started his new position in Kansas City, and he thought that the next day would best be spent shopping for a new wardrobe of suits uptown. He mused to himself that he’d grab a bus the next morning, before showering and passing out.

(finally done! whooooo!)