[hider=Fred Macroshelys] 

[b]Name:[/b] Frederick Macroshelys
[b]Nickname/Alias/Etc:[/b] Fred, Big Fellow, any of the four Teenaged Mutant Ninja Turtles. His callsign is “Crush”. 
[b]Gender:[/b] Male 
[b]Age:[/b] 26
[b]Height:[/b] 7’10” 
[b]Weight:[/b] 1,065 lbs 
[b]Home District:[/b] The Woods or the NEST Base (depending on if he’s on-duty or not). 

[b][u]Appearance[/u][/b]

[b]Hair Color:[/b] He has no hair. 
[b]Eye Color:[/b] Black like the eye of a turtle. His pupil is vaguely star-shaped, like the eye of an alligator snapping turtle. 
[b]Ethnicity:[/b] Turtle. His skin is a mottled dark green color. 
[b]Physical Appearance:[/b] Fred bears a semblance to the mutant turtle Spike in the Teenaged Mutant Ninja Turtles. He appears as a gigantic turtle, taller enough to look down at most humans and incredibly wide. Fred’s entire torso is covered in a turtle shell, which is black. It has three rows of dinosaur-like spikes going down the back of the shell, like an alligator snapping turtle. Infact, many aspects of Fred are similar to an alligator snapper. He has mottled, scaly-looking skin, making him look rather dinosaur-like, and has a head the same shape as an alligator snapper, with a sharp-looking beak. He has a human tongue, however, which allows him to speak. Fred’s arms are about average size compared to his height and width, but his legs are comparatively short compared to his large armored torso. Both his hands and his feet possess sharp-looking claws and webbing between the fingers. He has four fingers on each hand and four toes on each foot. In addition to all of this, Fred possesses a short, alligator-like tail about two feet long. Fred’s voice is deep and grating, similar to the voice of Deathstroke in the television show Arrow. 

[b]Attire:[/b] Since most of Fred’s body is covered in armored shell, he’s not particularly bothered with clothing. The one piece of clothing that he does wear is a pair of basketball-type shorts, simply because people seem to be offended by his small penis when Fred walks around not wearing any clothing at all. When he’s not in a public place, Fred wears no clothing. For when he’s on-duty, Fred wears a modified version of a NEST uniform. 

[b][u]Personality[/u][/b]

[b]Personality:[/b] Fred is a curious kind of individual. He is a very calm gentleman, usually preferring peaceful activities to violent ones. If Fred had his way, he would apprehend meta criminals with words instead of fists. That being said, however, he will certainly fight back if attacked. Generally-speaking, he is a gentle giant. When not on duty, he wouldn’t harm a flea. Unlike many NEST agents, Fred sees that his job is to protect the population, not arrest illegal metas. Fred is known to be rather wise and, despite being relatively young, is a good person to go to for advice. He’s strange in that he could be described as an intellectual despite his lack of formal school training. Another useful character trait of Fred is his rationality. He has more intuition than your average mook and has a very good hold on what fights he can and cannot win. He doesn’t mind calling in backup when he knows he cannot win a fight. In addition to this, Fred has a strong sense of justice. He doesn’t mind telling someone that what they’re doing is wrong, and he won’t do something he’s personally opposed to. Fred’s attributes make him a perfect foil for the headstrong and reckless Henry. When Fred is around, he is able to more or less talk sense into the gigantic reptile when he’s thinking about doing something stupid. 
Fred isn’t particularly good in crowds, and he generally has a bit of prejudice against normal humans. He prefers living in rural areas as opposed to urban areas. He gets somewhat anxious when in areas with large amounts of people. 

[b]Hobbies/Interests:[/b] Fred is a pretty simple guy. More than anything, he likes nature and everything in it. Hikes are a common activity for him, and he enjoys simply being in nature. Swimming is also a big hobby of his as well. Many a time he can be found swimming around in his marsh, enjoying nature and the water, though it’s winter so this is unlikely. He enjoys reading, especially from transcendentalists like Emerson and Thoreau as well as Walt Whitman. His favorite book is Leaves of Grass. If one half of Fred’s bookshelf is devoted to poetry and transcendentalism, the other half is cookbooks. Fred loves to cook. You will seldom find Fred at home without something simmering on the stove. He has collected a wide variety of recipes for different dishes involving fish, as well as some of the best soups you’ve ever had. Despite his love of soup, Fred’s favorite food, however, is definitely wild-caught snapper. He had it once at Shriver’s and he loved it. 

[b]Skills/Talents:[/b] Job-wise, Fred has taken some training classes in judo, a style of martial arts very similar to wrestling. Though his speed impairs this, he can pretty badly fuck an opponent up if he gets ahold of them. Fred has begun taking classes in sumo as well, thanks to a martial arts studio in Chinatown which is tolerant of metas. However these are solely for his job, as Fred isn’t a huge fan of fighting. Fred is a very good cook, known to be good with soups, which are his favorite foods next to fish. 

[b]Prized Possession:[/b] He’s not one to really get attached to things. 
[b]Quote(s):[/b] “Henry, get that out of your mouth!” 

[b]History/Bio:[/b] Fred was born in a small town near the Florida Everglades, ironically enough the child of two ecologists. He was born relatively normal-looking, but by age two his skin began to turn green. Obviously, watching your kid turn green is enough to sufficiently freak you out, and so Fred’s father spent a small fortune trying to have his son taken care of. Every doctor he took Fred to had absolutely no idea what was wrong with the boy or even how to fix him. By the time Fred was seven years old, his mutant transformation had taken hold. He was beginning to grow a thick carapace on his back and stomach, and his skin was a mottled green color. Desperate and terrified, Fred’s father pulled his son out of school (which didn’t bother Fred since everyone thought he was diseased) and searched the country to figure out what was wrong with his son. After months of searching, he finally came across Dr.Tobias Wright, an esteemed medical research scientist, who discovered that his child was a transforming metahuman, something which Tobias (who himself was a hideously-mutated metahuman) had never been able to study before. Tobias told Fred’s father that he would be able to help his son best if he was allowed to stay in the lab, and so Tobias took Fred in. Fred grew up under Tobias’ schooling and training (though he still lived with his parents, who moved to Mendel to stay with their son) and by age thirteen Fred’s power fully manifested. Of course, the Macroshelys family wasn’t exactly pleased with the fact that their son was a turtle, but Tobias claimed that this was their son’s true and healthiest form. A legal battle ensued in which Fred’s family tried to hold Tobias legally responsible for Fred’s condition, while Tobias claimed that it was simply genetics. The court case gained nationwide acclaim as humans and metas clashed on the legal battlefield. Fred personally had no problem with how he looked and acted, though the social isolation was bothersome to him to a certain degree. He learned to live on his own without the need for many others (though he made friends with some of Tobias’ interns and research assistants, who were metas too). Tobias won the court case, and the Macroshelys family decided to move back to Florida away from Mendel. Fred, however, did not want to leave. He was furious at his parents, and so, forced to leave Dr.Wright’s lab, he ran away at age fourteen. He hung around the lab occasionally, but Toby knew that he couldn’t stay for fear of legal repercussions, so after a few months there Fred was told that he had to leave to go with his family. Fred instead travelled to a different part of Mendel, where he lived with a group known as the Vanguard, a metahuman gang/community in the west side of town. He was educated via homeschooling by the Vanguard, and lived with them until a gang war broke out between them and their rivals, the Skulls. He ran away north this time, and came to Mendel at age 17. He finished high school through a GED program by age 18, but had no family and no foundation for a living. Realizing his plight, Fred decided to return to nature, and he found the marsh that he now calls his home. He build a small wooden shack there at first, living off of what he could find in the woods and spending his days swimming in the marsh. He came to become an avid reader of writers like Emerson and Thoreau, the transcendentalists, who reaffirmed his love of living in nature and enlightened him to a life of simplicity. Simplicity doesn’t pay the electric bill, though, so Fred decided that he needed to find a job. He met up with NEST somewhat coincidentally (he got in a fight with Henry while in the middle of the forest) and has been working for them ever since, using his mighty glacier powers to apprehend rouge metas and keep the streets of Black Fall safe. 

[b]Family:[/b] 
Dr.Johnathan Macroshelys- Father. Hasn’t seen in years. 
Katherine Macroshelys- Mother. Hasn’t seen in years. 
Dr.Tobias Wright- Father figure/mentor. Works in Mendel University’s genetics lab in Mendel, Louisiana. 

[u][b]Relationships[/b][/u]

Henry | Excellent | Best friend | Henry has a bad habit of being somewhat irrational, but he’s still probably my best friend. He’s one of the few people around who have been to my home in the woods. We giant dinosaurs have to stick together, after all. |

Jack Corvo | Bad | begrudging acquaintance | I would like nothing better than to chuck Corvo in a cell and watch him rot, but apparently NEST finds him useful for something besides being a nuisance. Whatever. | 

Harmon Rottlege | Good | Charge/prisoner | I’ve had a few conversations with him when checking in on his powers and he seems to be a fairly reasonable fellow. I sympathize with his appearance, as I also have been discriminated because of it. | 

Sicilia Orantes II | Bad | Coworker | She screws around more than Henry and once tried to turn my hands into wolverine claws. I still have the scars. |

[b][u]Abilities[/u][/b]

[b]Power Class & Rating:[/b] Super System, 7
[b]Power:[/b] Well if the appearance section wasn’t obvious enough, Fred has powers relating to the fact that he looks like your little pet turtle on steroids from 90,000,000 B.C. First and foremost, the shell. Fred has an enormous and heavy shell, which he uses to defend himself with. Fred’s shell is tremendously strong, sturdy enough to handle most if not all melee weapons and thick enough to deflect low-caliber bullets like what you’d find in a handgun (Though, point a sniper rifle at him and he’s fucked). Like turtles, Fred can retract his entire body into his shell, protecting him from damage. Fred’s shell is laced with self-repairing polymers, meaning that his shell can heal itself when critically damaged. In addition to this, Fred is fairly strong. His legs are strong enough to lift about 3,000 lbs (I mean, they carry a 1,000-pound turtle around, so they have to be fairly sturdy) and his arms can lift a little less than that. Fred’s keratin claws are strong enough to deflect the blade of your average knife or sword. Fred’s jaw is incredibly strong, able to shatter bones with a single bite. When submerged in water, Fred’s overall healing factor is increased, allowing him to heal while submerged. Fred has enormous lungs and this, combined with his slow metabolism, allows him to hold his breath for about three and a half hours before taking a breath. This allows him to stay underwater for long periods of time, but also means that he is sorta-kinda immune to toxic gasses. Also, because he is a reptile, Fred’s blood is slightly acidic, protecting him from a lot of different kinds of disease. Long-term-wise, Fred has a very slow metabolism, and his cells age much slower than average, meaning that he will have prolonged longevity. While this doesn’t do much for him now besides slow the effect of some poisons (which is never gonna happen because no one uses poison in roleplays anyways), it means that Fred will probably live at least twice as long as your average human. 

[b]Weaknesses/Drawbacks:[/b] Behold, the downside of the mighty glacier. That shell Fred totes around isn’t exactly lightweight. 70% of Fred’s weight is that thing, and it’s somewhat cumbersome. The shells slows him down pretty significantly, causing his sprinting run to be about the same speed as most people’s jog. The shell isn’t the most balanced piece of equipment as well, meaning that Fred has to constantly lean forward to keep himself from falling down. If he were pushed hard enough backwards, he could flip over, which, given the aforementioned weight of the shell, would be a bad time for everyone involved. The back of Fred’s shell is thicker than the front, meaning that it is better at protecting him. While the back of Fred’s shell might be able to shrug off something like a .45 (though it would be pretty badly damaged if it did that), a bullet of that caliber would shred right through him if it hit his front. The parts of Fred’s body which are not covered in shell are vulnerable to attack. Outside of water, he has no way to regenerate damage done to the fleshy part of his body. Because Fred’s metabolism is so slow, medicines take longer to kick in. Where your average Advil takes about a half hour to kick in, it would take Fred about an hour for that same thing. Also, a quick word about the bite. Fred’s bite isn’t going to be used much (since who wants to feel bones shattering between their teeth?) but when he does use it, he has a problem similar to crocodiles in that his bite down is so strong that his mouth can be held closed relatively easily. 

[b][u]Other:[/u][/b] When Fred isn’t on-duty for NEST, he lives in a small hut sitting on a peninsula jutting into a small marsh in the woods. It’s a small one-story circular hut built out of wood with a black shingle roof. The house is about thirteen feet tall and twenty feet by twenty feet in diameter. It has electricity provided by two generators, which are both gas and solar-powered (he has some solar panels on the roof) and has water provided by a pipe leading to the city’s reservoir (this is the same way that he has sewage). The house has a stone chimney on the outside as well as an extra-large outhouse with plumbing. Outside of the house is a marsh filled with reeds and water plants, as well as a good deal of wildlife. Oftentimes Fred can be found swimming in this marsh. Fred has a garden as well, right outside of his house on the peninsula. He changes what he grows depending on the season, but every year grows lettuce, spinach, carrots, turnips, and tomatoes. He is currently growing cabbage, broccoli, and endive (because that’s the only stuff he can get to grow in Black Fall’s frigid winter climate). Inside the house, there is a steel-framed bed strong enough to hold a 1,000 pound turtle, a fireplace, a moss-colored rug, a circular wooden table, a giant steel-reinforced armchair, a small kitchen (a few cabinets, a fridge, an oven, etc), a few lamps, and a bookshelf. He has a trunk at the foot of his bed which stores what little clothing he owns, as well as a small cage for any injured animals he finds. He has two windows in his house and a sturdy wooden door. He often hangs herbs up to dry by one of the windows. He is currently saving up for a smokehouse so he can make some smoked salmon. 

[b][u]Sample Post:[/u][/b] 

It was a cloudless sunny day, Fred’s favorite. He woke up at 7 AM to the newly-risen sun and let out a mighty groan as he stretched his limbs and rolled out of bed clumsily. The ashes of last night’s fire sat heavy in the fireplace and occasionally threw a dying tendril of smoke into the air as zephyrs of caressing wind blew down through the chimney and sparked it to life. He moved to his feet and, upon rising to full height, walked towards his shack’s heavy oaken door to greet the new day. It was warmer than it had been, about fifty-five degrees, and though it was early November, nature was still in full swing. From the orange and yellow canopy of trees above came the noises of a thousand birds as they rested on their way south to avoid the crushing winter. Fred watched as the symphonies of blues and greys fluttered through the trees in unison, and for a moment he envied them. He took a moment to admire a lovely grey squirrel which sat near the end of Fred’s peninsula and chewed on the soft remains of a broken pumpkin which Fred had stepped on a few weeks prior. 
After admiring the way the squirrel’s cheeks seemed to pulse as it chewed its way through a seed, he turned to his right and began to lumber halfway up the peninsula to where his long rectangular vegetable garden grew. Inside of the mesh cage which Fred sat on top of the garden to protect it from hungry animals were immaculately-kept rows of potatoes and turnips, chicory and cabbage. He nodded in satisfaction and, remembering that it had rained the day before, turned back towards the hut. He walked around to the side of the hut where there was another garden, semi-circle-shaped to hug tightly to the hut’s wooden walls. Here grew a variety of autumn squash, from butternut to acorn to pumpkins, also kept in a heavy mesh cage to keep animals out. He smiled and lifted the heavy cage to the side in order to access the produce inside. Using his sharp claws, he cut two vines of butternut squash and grabbed the large vegetables from where it lay on the ground before placing the cage back on top and heading inside, stopping to pick a few leaves of oregano from a large pot of herbs next to his door. 
He laid the squash on a countertop in his kitchen and opened the well-organized spice cabinet, where he selected a bottle of dried pumpkin seeds, a container of pumpkin spice, some ginger, a salt shaker, and some pepper. He took a gigantic soup pot from a different cabinet and began to make his soup for the day, squash soup. After preparing the gigantic pot, he allowed it to begin cooking and walked over to his chair by the library, where he took a new book recommended to him by a friend; Confessions by St.Augustine. While Fred was not particularly religious, he enjoyed the writing style and the messages contained within the book. As a cool breeze blew in from the open window next to his armchair and the filtered light cast down upon the book, Fred exhaled a long, contented sigh. Today was going to be a good day. 

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