[b]Character you have created:[/b] Dirk Morton

[b]Alias:[/b] Bonefist

[b]Speech Color (Actually say what you're using):[/b] [color=LightSlateGray]LightSlateGray[/color]

[b]Character Alignment:[/b] Villain

[b]Identity:[/b] Secret

[b]Character Personality[/b]:

Selfish and standoffish, Morton is a product of a rough life with all the scars to prove it. In his eyes, if something can be taken, it should, most especially if it's worth big bucks. Whether through force or deceit, he sees that the world is one big, fat oyster that only the strong get to enjoy. Of course, nicely paired with this is a strong streak of overconfidence and an ego that is dangerously in need of deflating.

On the personal level, Morton is quite obviously insufferable at times, but deep down he's not a true sadist, nor is he totally insane. While dismissive of things like morality, he has the capability to be a halfway personable friend, a fact only really known by those that grew up with him. In short, he's a a bad man, but not a complete monster.

[b]Uniform/costume:[/b] 

While in his normal attire, Morton is hardly anything special, typically sporting a shoddy blue, denim jacket, blue jeans, and whatever undershirt he happens to find first on the floor of his van. 

However, when he dons the visage of Bonefist, he becomes something quite noticeable. Wearing a buttoned-up black denim jacket with crossbones painted on the back, a bulky bullet-proof vest underneath, and a balaclava (of course sporting a haphazardly painted skull over the cloth), Morton resembles some sort of street thug turned skeleton. What draws the attention most of all however is his large, mechanic gauntlet affixed to his right hand, its grey metal sporting a loose rendition of a skeletal hand, the centerpiece of his entire outfit, and one he takes the most pride in.

[b]Origin Info/Details:[/b]

Born on the streets of New York City, Dirk Morton was quickly abandoned by his deadbeat parents, left to the state to raise. Bouncing from children's home to children's home, family to family, Morton grew up as a troubled youth, venting his frustration in the only means he felt he had - crime. Essentially a petty thug for the vast majority of his life, the only brief period where Morton opted to shape up was when he tried to become a police officer of all things, joining the police academy to turn his life around.

Fate would be an unkind mistress and Morton found himself expelled following a violent scuffle between himself and a peer. While not wholly at fault, the blame was levied solely on him because of his background as a "punk". Disillusioned, Morton redoubled his efforts to fight against "the Man" and society, and so it came to be that he entered the life of a minor gangster, an enforcer for a local clique that was small potatoes to real crime lords. This however would set him on the path to becoming Bonefist, as his crime sprees brought him to labs of one Doctor Spiegler.

Beginning as a standard robbery, Morton found himself looting the apartment of "some science nerd" named Spiegler, some aspiring inventor who probably had some good electronics to pawn. What Morton found however was the Spiegler Kinectic Energy Localizer (or SKELE), a fancy title for what was essentially a metal gauntlet that hit with a massive addition to punching power, a sort of power-fist. Seeing opportunity, Morton grabbed the device for himself, and with it, he saw great potential, a chance to even the playing field between himself and the world. Now he had the tools to be something better than a street rat - he could be rich, he could be famous, he could be a crime legend!

[b]Hero Type (Select one):[/b] Normal

[b]Power Level (Select one below):[/b] Street Level

[b]Powers (Be Specific):[/b]

SKELE Power-Fist: While a normal man, the SKELE Power-Fist allows Morton to punch with an abnormal amount of power with little effort. When in an active state, the Power-Fist can punch through solid walls (or humans!), the number of times dependent on the material. While a typical household wall would take a single blow, Morton has found that things like pesky bank vaults require around five to nine smacks before they open up.

[b]Attributes (Select one at each category):[/b]

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Height: 6'3
Weight: 220
Strength Level: Normal | Can punch through solid walls with SKELE power
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Normal
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Normal
Agility: Normal
Intelligence: Average
Fighting Skill: Trained
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[b]Resources:[/b] Minimal - Living on the streets ain't so luxurious, but he does have a beat-up van that sometimes runs.

[b]Weaknesses:[/b] Not the sharpest knife in the drawer, coupled with the quite-wrong belief that he is in fact a very, very sharp knife with great plans.

[b]Supporting Characters:[/b] Chet "Cheesy" Peake - A childhood friend who tends to be the more realistic of the two, although his sage wisdom has gone especially ignored in recent times.

[b]Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?:[/b]

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Sample Post (Minimum Four paragraphs containing dialogue. As this is an Advanced Level game, Sample must also meet the RPG forum's minimum requirement of 12 lines. Only for first time applicants.):

[hider][center][b]Keep the Change[/b][/center]

"Come on man, that looks ridiculous! What are you, a Halloween ad?"

Morton continued to ignore his friend. There was a reason they called him "Cheesy" Peake; he was a classic rat who didn't know anything. Slipping on his balaclava, he struggled to adjust it to where it looked just perfect while simultaneously trying to hide his efforts. Before Cheesy could get in another dig, a sharp knock rattled the flimsy apartment door.

[color=LightSlateGray]"Who the-"[/color] began Morton, but Cheesy waved away his concerns.

"Just the pizza guy."

[color=LightSlateGray]"Pizza guy!? Think maybe you should have gave me the heads-up so, y'know, he doesn't see who I am?[/color]

"As if anyone knows who you are." Cheesy laughed and went to the door, hesitating before he opened it. "Oh, and you're buying, I'm out of cash."

Morton snatched up his nearly-empty and chucked it at Cheesy, popping him in the head. First the rat whines and now asks for hand-outs. Mouthing a few expletives in response, Cheesy grabbed the wallet from the ground and moved to procure his pizza, emptying the wallet of its few, lonely dollars. Pressing himself back in the already cramped apartment, Morton continued gearing up, putting the final piece on, the magnum opus, his ticket out of the gutters - the SKELE Power-Fist. 

Like a child opening a Christmas present, his face lit up as he took it from its hiding spot, stashed under a rickety cabinet. Although outwardly simple, Morton, through his own limited inspection, saw it as a wonder in his eyes, a design simplistic and sufficiently brutish. A giant fist, adorned with his own addition of a painted skeletal hand, perfect for making his mark. As he slid in on, its working swallowing his arm up nearly to the elbow, he flipped a switch location behind a tiny panel. With that came the hum of its activation, as gizmos and gadgets began to whir to life, a satisfying tune that would be interrupted by a heated discussion in the next room.

"Seriously man, you ALWAYS stiff me on the tip! Not even a dollar, ONE DOLLAR!" yelled an unknown voice, though it was apparent that it belonged to the pizza delivery man. Cheesy of course denied such claims, despite them being completely true, and the argument only escalated from there. This was a special time for Morton, and he had little patience at the moment for an annoying - not to mention attention-grabbing - dispute breaking out. 

Adjusting his mask one last time, he stood and quickly entered the main room, in view of the front door. Glancing over, the delivery man, some thirty-something deadbeat by the looks of him, suddenly lost his train of thought, his round of screaming fading to a vague "uhhh?" Without breaking a stride, Morton marched up to the man and delivered a quick jab to his stomach, sending the man back, out of the room, into the hallway, and right into the thin wall directly opposite the door before falling unto the carpeted floor. Cheesy stood mouth agape until the man began to stir. Looking up, the delivery man was aghast and looking a bit nauseous, and without much pomp he ran. Had Morton not lowered the power levels on his Power-Fist, he may not have been alive enough to do even that. As the man neared the staircase and took one final look at his attackers, Morton decided to put the cherry on top.

[color=LightSlateGray]"And keep the change!"[/color][/hider]