[hider= Victor Warren a.k.a Sexy Beast] [center][color=orange][h2]Victor Clay Warren[/h2][/color][/center] [center][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E53eiN1VJo8[/youtube][/center] Age: 32 Alias: HemoGoblin [i]“Don’t give me that look. Can I not have fun with it?”[/i] Alignment: Villain Loyalty: Reflections [center]“Look this world needs change whether or not we agree on how to do that, it’s obvious to me that this world is run by the heartless. And somehow they have influenced the ones with heart and soul to believe that they have a heart. How did we get to that point? That we think what is happening to our politics and government is okay. How did we get to that point where we sit back and take the shit we are given to us without a single protest? Is it because we were promised great rewards after? Bullshit I say. When will you see that great reward they promised you. Never. Not even on your deathbed. That’s when the regret will finally kick in.”[/center] Appearance: The man looks like he was chiseled straight out of stone. If there was ever a man who you’d associate with your ideal it would be Victor. At thirty-two he seems well taken care of for someone his age, near in peak condition. Ripped with muscles and standing at an impressive height he gives the impression of an indomitable force. Handsome, with a square jawline with blond hair slicked back. He gives the impression of a lady killer, especially in his rather expensive looking suits and ties he likes to adorn from time to time. He’s either seen in a trench coat or seen in his lab coat when he is working. With polished black shoes. [hider= Making Calls Looking Badass][center][img]https://image.ibb.co/i8gAHm/victor2.jpg[/img][/center][/hider] At 6’4”, 193 cms, and 200 pounds at 90 kgs, it’s clear he might on average be the tallest man in the room. And he commands the rooms attention on himself just by his presence and charm alone. He gives a smile and a dark witted remark, and many are enamored by this caucasian American male. [hider= I can pose in flowers if I want to][center][img]https://preview.ibb.co/f7NEA6/victor3.jpg[/img][/center][/hider] His voice is rich and smooth, with a deep bass to it, that he tends to lighten up playfully when he is cracking a joke or making some sort of witty commentary about something. He also tends to have a playfully camp voice as well, the one he uses when he’s being a complete and total tool about something. Often reserved for people he likes to tease. [center][color=green][h2]HemoGoblin[/h2][/color][/center] [center]“A fun nickname I hope everyone starts calling me by.” -winks-[/center] A towering figure stood in front of you blocking your path. He seemed confident in the way he stood and the stance he took. You could almost imagine whomever was behind the mask smirking, no it was too close to embodiment the mask was smirking at you. This man before you in an elegant garb for a costume somehow believed or came to the conclusion that he would win this battle no matter what you did. How could someone stand so stoic, move like a gargoyle, and be that impressively tall at the same time was beyond you. He cracks his knuckles, which are covered by black leather gloves and rolls his shoulders back. A man in that suit, with those pants and that coat thought he could take you on. Take on anyone was an impressive thought to humor. [hider= Classy BadSassy][center][img]https://image.ibb.co/f4RKcm/victor.jpg[/img][/center][/hider] “Do you want it quick or slow? Your death that is,” the man asked with such brazen confidence, that it nerved you. He shook you with a booming voice that was self confident, bold, and deep. You could not stop staring at the mask, a disfigure squash looking face, was that his representation of a goblin in silver? The one thing you could admire in this moment was the attention of detail of at least having the costume match his mask. [hider= Silver Goblin][center][img]https://image.ibb.co/e4x9cm/mask7.jpg[/img][/center][/hider] You gesture for him to bring it on and he just gives a tough, hmmm before coming in to commence the showdown. [center][h2]Personality[/h2][/center] Motivations: He would like to find a world worth looking at, when people come into his place of work looking for drugs he doesn’t see drug addicts. He sees people who were failed by a broken system. He sees people with lives so empty they have to fill the void with something. The people aren’t sick the society is. And he much rather watch this current empire burn, so a new one could take its place, one where people who cared about people ruled and people who didn’t care burned. He’d like a world easier for Jamie to navigate, a world that was open and honest with its problems and dug out the infections where it lie. Sexuality: Bisexual Marital Status: Single Likes: Tennis - There’s nothing like a good sport that requires short shorts, tight tank tops, and a good swinging arm. Of course he doesn’t just do it for that factor, but it’s a nice addition. Honestly it invigorating as an exercise and easy to pick up because most parks have a tennis court. Side Note; Arturo will not play tennis with Victor unless he is allowed a long sleeve shirt and pants. Also extra side note before fangirls ship them together, Victor has no romantic attraction to Arturo and sees him like an extra little brother to tease. Dessert - It’s the best part of the meal and it’s what people chose to make themselves feel better about their lives. Cannot eat too much of it though because I am trying to keep a figure here and I don’t think I’d look very beautiful fat. Medical Journals - I know what you’re about to say, most people think medical journals are boring. They are trust me. But they give you a good idea of where medicine is advancing and I am not all cupcakes, witty jokes, bad puns, and pick up lines. I can have a serious moment too. Puns - Talking about puns. Victor likes a good pun or two or three. He’s the one who came up with Meat Space, Veinacles, and HemoGoblin after all. He’s also come up with other play on words that haven’t always landed right and he’s certainly sure either Arturo or his younger brother have absolutely about died with embarrassment for how many bad jokes he has made. Dislikes: Shitbags - What’s a shitbag? What else, shit in a bag. A shitbag is someone who doesn’t realize they are shitbag and cannot even smell their own shit because they are so far up their own ass it’s reversed and turned into a little bag called them. What makes someone a shitbag? Doing shitbag things. Lying to doctors for more drugs. Kicking a wounded puppy when its down. Torturing people for no other reason. Petty revenge or petty crimes. Heartbreak - What’s worse than physical injury? Literally unraveling at the seams. Falling out of love is such a horrible experience. He wish he could just gift wrap love into a small box and comfort someone with love who needed it the most. Family Time - Exception J-bean [Jamie]. Family is another way of spelling Fuck You. They are the first things you have in your life. And while you’re developing who you are they do everything around you to fuck that up. Your little baby wires disconnect because your family spells love with trauma and bad parenting. But you’re still obligated to love them. And I do love them. I just dislike spending time with them. Crosswords - Whomever designed these things should be burned at the stakes for witch craft. I have big handwriting, I cannot fit little letters in the little boxes. Derangement: Cruelty, Victor never been any kind of the saint. Though it seems the more he uses his ability the more Victor becomes cold to the idea of death. You won’t see him grieving over the death of other people, even his own family members. He really has become stone cold to the idea of death. Beyond that Victor has a bit of a mean streak as of late, being more comfortable with the idea of threats, intimidation tactics, and cruel methods to get what he wants. [hider= History] Victor’s life wasn’t something really special to celebrate or really something for him resent either. It was just a life. Especially during his early years. There was nothing he’d admire or say was noteworthy in his early years. Beside perhaps the birth of his brother Jamie when he was ten. Mainly because it gave him a sense of purpose his life otherwise seemed to lack at ten years old. It was nothing really special, he just felt aimless. At ten he made a lot of friends, but most of them were shallow. He could recognize that at that age. His father wasn’t any way or another, just a man seeking manly fulfillment through his son. Forcing him into sports. Forcing him “manly” roles to fill in the time in hopes Victor would follow suit. Know what being a man was all about. Brawls and getting away with crude language. His mother would always be, boys will be boys and girls like different things. She didn’t really care if Victor didn’t enjoy it or not. Part of growing up she would say is doing things you didn’t like. His eyes really opened up when he explored the Denver Museum of Science and Nature. That’s what he wanted to do. He was curious and yearned for learning. But Victor was never really intelligent, he was just average and his family let him know it. It’s best you do something with your life. Like sports, his father would say. While his grandfather would bark and say, military where the boy should go. Military. When Jamie was born that didn’t change of that, but it did change his outlook on things. His mother really wanted a girl and they ended having a boy with Problems. That’s how the family always put it. Jamie didn’t start talking until he was five and he was really forced into it by their parents. When their parents weren’t around they use to play Doctor. Victory always liked those Doctor shows, Medical Emergency, Emergency ER, Untold Stories of the Emergency. He would pretend to diagnose Jamie and Jamie didn’t mind, usually he didn’t really engage with the game, he’d just color, but Victor didn’t mind. Jamie always had problems with his speech growing up and he had a habit of mutism from time to time that his parents abhorred. And Victor “encouraged” they would say. Victor let Jamie point to things he wanted. Or let Jamie cower behind him in crowds. Victor would baby Jamie is what they said when his brother would have a meltdown in a store. They didn’t care to know what was wrong with Jamie. All they wanted was him to be fixed. It’s a great shame he had to leave Jamie when he was so young alone in that household. At eighteen he went off to college for a medical license. Something his parents didn’t support, nor did they condone it either. It was just left with a passive shrug and he was left to fend for the wolves. Victor worked hard in college. He put in the time, the effort, he put the thought into. He was never bright, but he was never stupid either. Everyone just thought the muscular, charming, good looking young man would never be a good doctor because they assumed he lacked caring, compassion, and nurturing like all the good doctors hard. But that was their perception of him. Watching Jamie for the first few years of their lives, he knew he wanted a job that he could find a problem and figure out the perfect solution. Damn it Victor was going to do this and prove his parents wrong and everybody that they were wrong about him. He might be charming, popular, and had a lot of friends. But by god damn it. He was also a caring, honest, individual. So he carried on, until he graduated at 22, then moved unto medical school until he was 26, and then he continued on till now. Because he was going to make the world better with medicine. When he was twenty-eight he received a harrowing calling about his brother, his mother poorly prefaced it. Something is wrong with Jamie. They always thought something was wrong with Jamie, ever since he was born. But she made it sound more dangerous than that. Turns out while he’s completing his medical services, Jamie at eighteen was diagnosed with Autism. Again another proof that medicine could help people. Oh, but he was wrong about the medical industry. The hospital took money from wealth investors who got better treatment then people with regular insurance. Patients who badly needed services were thrown to the wayside like they were trash because they didn’t have money. Families that could warm your heart. People who made you feel deep animosity towards them. It was all there. That fresh eyed, innocent view about how the world work, began to slowly fade as reality settled in. It was also at twenty-eight he would learn of a new word and the event known as Trigger. It seemed like a routine day, until the hospital in his hometown Littleton, Colorado got a call about a criminal who needed heart surgery. Something about that made Victor sick, but he didn’t feel like it would concern him. Until he was told he was going to be the primary physician. It had to be a sick joke. Right? Him? Saving scum on earth. It wasn’t. The surgery was a success and Victor was expected to take blood pressure and all the other vital stuff the surgeon doesn’t take care of. When the criminal awoke, the nurses forgot to lock the handcuffs up properly or something and Joe Nash began to thrash about. He figured that he’d try to escape. Well Victor thanked his father in this case for teach him self defense as Joe Nash tried to stab him with the needle he was using to take Nash’s blood. Victor struggled to fight a man he shouldn’t be struggling to fight, he just had heart surgery how strong was this man. The needle cut through Victors arm and Nash tried to use the needle as a knife, but ended up breaking the tip. Nash was looking for another weapon, but Victor wasn’t going to die here. No. Not to this fucker. Fuck that guy. Fuck that guy. He’d never let someone like him take him down. So Victor charged to subdue Nash. One of the nurses had already witnessed the struggle and called for the security. It didn’t matter Victor wasn’t going to let a guy like this be a threat to anyone ever again. He was going to take people like him out. He wasn’t going to die. He wasn’t going to lose to this asshole. Soon afterward Victor would discover his powers when he killed a patient for being rude to a nice woman with a very nice family. It was then he discovered he could do some real good. Fuck the ramifications. Fuck the whole damn fucking infrastructure if they thought scum should live because killing was bad. Victor might not be an idiot, but he was no dummy either. He made sure the patients he practiced his abilities on weren’t his patients. Always under doctors names. He made sure he didn’t kill too many patients in a month. Keeping it to one or two really fucked up people he fucking hated. And he tried to keep out of the spotlight as much as he could on those cases. He wasn’t going to go down and he wasn’t going to get arrested for people who deserved it. It been when he was thirty his life would change entirely. Littleton Hospital got itself a little interesting case as a man came into their emergency clinic, nearly drowned on second hand drowning after taking in smoke inhalation and had burns all over his body. From what he heard of the case was that it was extremely touch and go. The man had constantly been drifting in and out. And nearly crashed on them. Curious, all though not the main physician, he decided to visit this patient when he had heard the man was more stable. Something about him the moment Victor saw him felt like fate or destiny. He had never believed in those things until he saw that man. Outside of the hospital his home life was changing as Jamie struggled to find work. He was in and out of jobs and Victor finally told him to stay at his house for as long as he wanted. He wouldn’t be like his parents who threw out Jamie when it got too hard. His visitations with Arturo would become more frequent as the man spent several months in the hospital. Victor knew he liked him for some reason. He wasn’t very charismatic, he wasn’t very confident either. But he had a draw an appeal Victor liked. Maybe he was like him. That’s what he figured. Maybe he and him were, Parahuman. Still Victor played coy. He didn’t want to delve into, I have killed at least a few people with powers and then get thrown to the PMR by someone who he thought he could trust. Arturo was clearly frustrated with it as his depression began to take shape.. It was a hard thing to be so self assured and have it taken all away from you. Victor knew that. He eventually gave in., Told Arturo the story and they discovered that Arturo had gifts. It was glorius. Just like Jamie’s birth gave him a sense of purpose, the discovery of Arturo and someone who he could agree with on some aspects of life gave him a sense of power he didn’t he’d ever feel. The things they could accomplish and do. So after Arturo confided in him about his home life and his parents frustration with him Victor offered his door because now they really could accomplish anything. Anything they set their mind to. And the rest is really history. He was transferred to a good hospital in Denver and it really feels like they are moving up in the world. Soon Victor will have the ideal world where this current regime will fall.[/hider] Equipment: Two-Way Radio - It was the only thing they could afford and he rather keep in communication with Arturo as much as he can. If there’s anything he couldn’t forgive himself it would be Arturo not having back up support when he needs it. Brass Knuckles - You cannot really hit people with your bare knuckles. He tends to carry himself a pair of brass knuckles. [hider= Accessories Have to Match][center][img]https://image.ibb.co/ftohxm/brassknuckles.jpg[/img][/center][/hider] 9mm Luger - Easy to conceal under his coat and sometimes people aren’t going to come in closer for a fist fight. [center][color=yellow][h1]Parahumanism[/h1][/color][/center] [center][h2]“Heart got your Ventricle”[/h2][/center] [center]“And then I said to him as he’s dying of serious chest pain, what your heart got your ventricle. Hahaah. I slay me sometimes,”[/center] Major Skills: Doctor of Medicine - Clinical Medicine Nine years in education, and four years as a doctor. Victor knows what he is talking about when it comes down to it in the medical world. He’s been described by many as a brilliant doctor or at least an excellent charismatic doctor who cares about his patients. He knows emergency medicine, he knows how to diagnosis a disorder and knows most disorders. The only thing Victor really cannot do is perform surgery. But basic and advance medicine he can apply if need be. He basically has the knowledge of what has been taught and what he has experienced in clinical work. Boxing - Something his father use to make him do when he was a kid. Built confidence, toughen a kid up, the whole shebang. Victor spent most of his preteen and half his adolescent years trying to live up to the image his father had for him. Especially since one of their sons turned out “wrong” in the head. Victor still practices from time to time, trying to avoid any of his father’s old stomping grounds though. Baking - Look he is no master baker, but when you want a dessert the way you like it. You have to start learning how to bake. Well and cook and he can cook. But he really likes to perfect his baking skills more than his own cooking ones. As long as he’s not burning soup he is happy. Minor Skills: Cooking - If there was one thing Victor was going to learn while in med school and out of it was to cook. There was no way he was going to devote his time to fast food. Instead he would dedicate himself to making lunches and making breakfast ahead of time. Nothing fancy, but something to avoid fast food hell. It also probably better for Jamie too anyway. He’s just happy to be able to make a basic assortment of food without burning anything. Research - More specifically Victor calls it his research, but Victor is very interested in learning about other Parahumans. And what drives their powers. And how these powers work. Victor would like more time to study these phenomena. Gun License - Victor did a basic gun safety course at some point and got a gun license, but this is way in the past currently. But it has been useful for their newer endeavors. At least he’ll get to make that 80 dollar purchase something worthwhile now. Classification: Striker Overview: [center][color=orange]“It’s nothing fancy, but it gets the job done.”[/color][/center] Everything about Victor has always been straightforward and it seems it isn’t much different in the range of powers he was given. Victor has the ability to touch and individual, and induce heart attacks or complete organ failure. Victor can “sense” the blood pressure of others and with that he is able to direct that pressure however he may please. Either by stopping the flow and causing a heart attack or by increasing the flood inducing renal failure. Often in one deadly blow. Victor does not need a great grip on someone to control their blood pressure or feel connected to their blood pressure. He can easily control their blood pressure through a light touch, disguised like a friendly pat on the back or in some cases disguising his powers through his fist. Limitations: Range is Victor’s big issue. If he cannot get up close to a man to touch him Victor has no way of inducing anything. That’s where the gun comes into play. Beyond the fact that Victor’s ability causes people to die, he tries to limit in the settings that he uses in it. He still has his little brother’s future to think about and getting caught is not one of them. Unfortunately his condition causes instant death, which is something people really really dislike. So he tries to keep that a secret as best as possible and not attach himself with any of the string of deaths that occur. People also assume because he use his fist often that he actually has super strength and not blood pressure touch powers. Which is good for him. Bad for him because super strength is near the same range of limitations than his touch abilities, that people will try to exploit his weakness at a range.[/hider]