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Name: Joseph Moore

Age: 18

Appearance: [img] https://pre00.deviantart.net/140f/th/pre/f/2012/185/4/5/tankman__sensha_otoko__by_karuroskun1992-d561608.png [/img]

Race: 
Very distant demonic nephilim, although he has no idea.

Brand:
A large hexagon, with a series of smaller hexagons inside.

Power:
His skin turns into a dark, metallic substance which can defend against a lot of damage, but is still malleable enough to him that he can move easily. At the moment though, he can only alter his hands and forearms.

Personality:
Joseph is an extremely shy person, practically unable to make friends due to a natural awkwardness. If he's not talking to a member of his immediate family, he is barely able to keep himself from running away.

Sometimes not even barely.

He has an unfortunate tendency to move without thinking though, which gets him caught up in troublesome situations more than he would like.

Bio/History:
Joseph was born to two martial arts enthusiasts, Lucas and Sarah Moore. At almost every moment of his life, he would join his parents and learn how to fight, or exercise, or... stuff he never really wanted to.

Honestly, for most of his life, he just wanted to read. Even if he couldn't make friends with other kids, he could at least imagine what it be like. Still, he also wanted to make the few people he [i]could[/i] talk to proud, and so did his best to become a good martial artist anyway.

Unfortunately, unlike what his parents had hoped for, he never really made friends with anyone in his martial arts classes. His personality just made it too difficult for him. However, due to a combination of the classes, the exercise he did for the classes, and just a little bit of crazy genetics, Joseph grew up to be what many people would call 'built like a brick shithouse.' Some people in his high school even wondered if he was really a teenager, due to his height and early emerging facial hair. So perhaps in the end it really wasn't a surprise when students began to get nervous around him, mistaking his shyness for plain antisocial behaviour.

Now, at the age of 18, he is alone once again. However, things are about to change, turning his life upside down, all thanks to an odd little brand he found on his right hand.

Extra:
Despite not really liking it, he is very good at martial arts.

Also, he's never actually cooked properly before, but he reads cookbooks a lot.