@Rawk Ahh well sadly that tattoo manipulation stuff gets a bit too close to 'magic' for this RP, give the 0th post on Superhero guidelines a look over and then see what you can come up with.
Hmm, I did actually, and I think #4 is what made me feel as though the power in question would be viable considering the "plant based power" & "coat of wooden armor" examples you had.
In any case, I'll see what I can come up with that seems less magical...
Hmm, I did actually, and I think #4 is what made me feel as though the power in question would be viable considering the "plant based power" & "coat of wooden armor" examples you had.
In any case, I'll see what I can come up with that seems less magical...
@Dynamo Frokane Do you think this could work if the character in question could manipulate their skin instead? Perhaps adding elasticity and durability so that he can change his tattoo-covered body match whatever he wants (to an extent)? Just a thought on what might work c:
Duncan looks like one of the many homeless that live upon the streets of Maximum City; wearing a tattered, dirty, wool, dark navy coat over a torn and faded, red and black plaid hooded jacket, with light grey hood and sleeves. He always has the deep hood raised over his head, and his head drooping forward to the ground. Further concealing him newer, cleaner scarf of black and gray stripes. Over his legs he wears oversized, patched military surplus camo pants. Protecting his hands are a pair of dark forest green, woven wool gloves, while his feet are stuffed into a pair of filthy old steel toe work boots, that have been re-soled with what looks like some rubber from a car tire, and patched over in places where the leather has worn through.
Physically, when he isn't slouched over, he stands at 5'7", but looks almost as broad in the shoulders, with a deep barrel chest. Heavy set, squat, almost cubic of build. Yet his attire muffles it, conceals it, make him seem less than he is, more obese, than powerful. What would shock most to learn however, is that he weighs over 360 pounds.
Appearance (costume): Technically, Duncan doesn't have a different appearance for fighting crime, but it is more likely that he, himself will be seen.
To describe his appearance, is it best to visualize Grig from the Last Starfighter, with a bit of Killer Croc skin texture, and a hint of Aliens (Geiger). Now, for more indepth explaination. Duncan started out with normal, human skin, a long time ago, 50 years. However, due to his mutation, his skin, when injured, started to thicken, and become more resilient to being damaged. As this process went, his skin became more, and more keratinized (the thick, tough, fibrous material fingernails, hair, and other such materials are made of). Eventually, flecks of bone began to form in places where he was frequently injured, these grew into nodules, and in less mobile parts of his anatomy, started to turn into plates. In some areas, thick plates of chitin (Insectile and arthropod exoskeletons) began to take over from the bone. One the backs of his forearms and front of his shins, the plates have further begun to grow layers of enamel, further being mineralized with iron sulphates, of gregite and pyrite, further hardening and strengthening the enamel to the point where it is harder than most steels. This also manages to give the enameled plates a luster with a hint of brassy-gold in good lighting conditions.
IE: He is ugly as fuck.
Name: Real Name: Ira Per Hawkins Current Identity: Duncan Harrow Past Identities: Mason Ferrel (1969-1978), Jack Briggs (1978-1982), Liam Zurba (1982-1989), Wade Macneil (1989-1990), Cieran Liles (1990), Joe Thoms (1990-1995), Arne Tomassi (1995-2003), Alan Dussault (2003-2010), Kyle Nells (2010-2012), Wade Cormier (2012-2016), Duncan Harrow (2016- )
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Aliases: Leatherneck, Toughman and Hyde. All aliases date back to the 1970's. He is unaware of any current Alias the media has dubbed him, if they have yet noticed him.
Age: 67 Gender: Male Occupation: Beggar Abilities:
Strong enough in most places to resist pistol caliber rounds. Is quite difficult to cut through, and in some places, is effectively impervious to blades wielded by human strength. Is difficult to pierce, but is possible.
His primary mutation has altered not just his skin, but also his internal structure. His bones are physically larger, and also denser than ordinary human bones can be. Making it much more difficult to break them. His muscles are denser, which while adding to his strength, but compounded with more connective tissue, makes his flesh more difficult to cut through, pierce, or puncture. Primary and secondary arteries/veins are sheathed with muscle, which can cease blood flow to stem bloodloss, and can also function, for a short period, as secondary blood pumps, should his heart fail. They don't pump as well (less flow, and less pressure), but can keep him alive long enough if he stops moving, for his heart to regenerate from some damage, or restart.
Peak Human Strength [World's Strongest Man competitor equivalent) Lesser Regenerative Healing Factor Reactive Adaptation (Tied to Regeneration, slow enough to be effectively ignored)
Weaknesses: Density: He is small and compact, but heavy as hell. He cannot swim, or float. Heat: While his skin makes for fantastic armour, it is also a good insulator. In addition, he lost his sweat glands. While he can survive brief, intense heat for moments, that would scar, or potentially kill a normal human, his stamina and endurance are greatly lessened in hot environments. In the summer? He is not good in a foot chase, or a prolonged fight. Slow: Short legs, and a lot of body weight, make him quite slow. Add into this the cumbersome nature and reduced flexibility.
Equipment: Not much. Some blankets, a ripped rain jacket, a shopping cart and some grocery bags. One thing he does keep in his possession is a small tin cookie can from the 70's with faded, worn paint, and rust at its seams. Inside the tin, is a collection of artifacts of his life; mementos of his triumphs and failures that trace him through history. He keeps a copy of all of his false identities, along with his original drivers license and birth certificate. He has three photographs of him and Joseph; the first is a polaroid faded from the years of two young men laughing at the edge of a lake, on the bottom is written in faded black marker; 72, the second as their alter egos, a professional print that has lasted fairly well, written on the back; 74, and the final one just them hanging out on a sunny afternoon in front of the Celica, the back scrawled in a different writing, "Nice car Ira! Proud to be your friend and comrade, Joseph Carter" Under that in the same printing as the others: 76. A yellowed, folded, and mildly stained scrap of news paper from the Redding Record Searchlight that detailed the day of the conflict between Magnetron and Hyde. Several other newspaper clippings in various states of yellowing and decay. A small folding knife with a blade half rusted and pitted, a blank black button, a highway patrol officer's badge, and a blood stained half of an apron folded neatly
Bio: May want to grab a drink, and a snack, be warned.
Grew up in a small, mountain town, lead a normal life. Played football as a running back, was good, not not good enough for a scholarship or anything. Learned how to work on cars with his father when he was young, and carried that with him when he went to highschool. When he was 17 however, he got into a rather horrible wreck while racing down a road. split the car in half, one of his good friends in the passenger seat died on impact when the tree took his place. Best friend in the back seat was rendered paraplegic, who was also the school's star quarterback. No one quite understood how Ira was alive, and walking. The doctors and nurses were shocked at how quickly he recovered from his injuries.
That year, they lost the championship in their league of football, and his teammates blamed him for killing the star quarterback. At first they beat the living tar out of him, and left him tied in a shed over night. They were going to free him after that...but when they returned, it was like they hadn't so much as scratched him the night before. Furious, afraid, and in disbelief, they beat him down again, and fueled by liquor and adrenaline, the tied him to the back of someone's truck, and dragged him 12 miles along a gravel road. He recovered, eventually, but his appearance was now, quite different. His skin thickened, almost scaly. He exacted revenge on the former teammates, accidentally killing one of them before disappearing.
Since he left home, Ira has lived in the shadows of the world, from living in a forest for two years, and racking up two deaths from bad mushrooms and being hit by a rockslide, to living in abandoned buildings, and struggling to find work to feed himself. A lot of his childhood notions of right and wrong have been shattered over time, but he still tries to cling to the core tenets of good vs evil, and right vs wrong. He's been forced to steal food to keep himself going. He's been forced to kill on a number of occasions from anti-mutant groups hunting him, to perhaps his worst stroke of luck of being mistaken as an ally to a thief by a superpowered do-gooder who had a very zealous streak to him.
However, it always seems like when he's at his lowest, moments before the tenets he clings to finally wither into dust; something comes and renews just a little hope in him. The most empowering, and longest lasting of which was many years ago. It started back in 1971 when he was nineteen and after the rockslide incident, he made his way our of the mountains into Redding. He began living in an abandoned miner's shack on the outskirts of town. Around this time, he didn't appear too "different" to normal people, just his skin looked thickened, like he was covered in a giant callous. He got himself a job at the local lumbermill and was doing fairly well until one night, when his house was destroyed by the collision of two men, a young Joseph Carter and the man known as Buzzsaw (no one really knew why he called himself that, he was just your typical strong guy). Buzzsaw had managed to get the drop on Joseph until Ira, awakened by two jackasses crashing into his abandoned shack, got up and cracked Buzzsaw over the head with a cast iron frying pan. Thus ending his less than illustrious criminal career.
Joseph Carter, eighteen and with the power of magnetism, and Ira Hawkins decided to team up and be the "Defenders of Redding". And truth be told, they did damned well for themselves and the young, growing city. For the next seven years, they had a tremendous run in learning how to fight, how to work together, and were even rewarded by the city for keeping their streets safe in 1976. By then, Joseph had become known as Magnetron. Ira had several nicknames spawned by the press; Leatherneck, Toughman, and finally Hyde, recalling his growing "disfigurement". Ira was able to buy a car in 1976, a Toyota Celica Liftback GT. Not an expensive car by any means, but a good looking car that worked. 1977 however, was a turning point. Redding's streets were safer than practically anywhere else. Magnetron and Hyde, the Defenders of Redding were heroes. This publicity helped to fuel Redding's population boom from the 16,000 or so when Ira arrived, to 46,000 (with the annexation of a neighboring town). Following this population, and fame....was a small band of "anti-vigilantes". A group of powered thugs who saw the end of organized crime in the future due to the success of these self-styled "Heroes".
This group had a systematic plan, that was rather well thought out. Two female members stalked the two Heroes to learn about them and their habits, and then installed themselves in their lives, quickly becoming "girlfriends". Magnetron's girl was Evelyn, and the girl who became Hyde's relationship was Cassandra. Evelyn began seeding Joseph's ears with words of honey coated lies, saying that Hyde was jealous of his popularity in the town. Truth be told, Hyde sort of was. But he also understood why; Joseph was a poster boy if there ever was one; Young, charming, good looks, able to fly and wield magnetism. He even had a sharp costume. Hyde on the other hand...well, was becoming rather ugly, his power wasn't all that flashy; many saw him as sort of a body guard to Magnetron. Cassandra meanwhile, fueled this jealousy in Ira, pointing out how many times he'd been shot, hurt, and injured while Joseph usually got out of anything without a scratch. How the public liked Joseph much more.
After the women had a few months to work, the rest of the anti-vigilantes started their smear campaign. Colouring the public's view of their heroics. Shortly after, two destructive "Villains" appeared. They stole little, but damaged a lot. In short order, nearly half of Redding began to decry the Defenders. Meanwhile, they were beginning to fall apart themselves. Everything came to a head in 1978. Joseph's ego, fueled by Evelyn came to a head. He demanded to be made Mayor of Redding. By force. Ira, after a two hour showdown that destroyed three city blocks, and several hundred thousand in assorted property damage, brought Joseph down. Hard. He had killed his first partner, and the best friend he ever had. Three minutes later, he looked up into the two dark holes of a twelve gauge shotgun.
He survived. It took a week for him to regrow the parts of his brain that were damaged, the bone structure of his skull, and all of his face. A week of sheer agony. But he survived. On the sixth day, he opened his eyes to the gasping astonishment of a little girl who was crouched on stairs that lead into the dark basement, and then disappeared. Moments later, a man, three years younger than Ira himself came downstairs. His name was Kinsley Morgan. He was a doctor and had found Ira's body in the street where the people had left him for dead. Kinsley revealed that he had a massive respect for Ira and the things he had done for Redding. Kinsley had been 18 when Ira joined up with Joseph, and started cleaning up the streets. The pair had actually saved Kinsley during an attempted robbery, where Ira had jumped into the line of the gunman's aim intended for Kinsley himself. Seeing someone jump, without hesitation into the path of bullet for a stranger, to willingly take that pain and risk of death astonished the young man. While he knew he couldn't be a super hero, he could do something for people, and went to university to become a doctor. Now here he was, a wife, a daughter, and a good practice. Saving the people the Defenders never could.
For another week, Ira stayed with Kinsley, regaining his strength as the anti-vigilantes revealed themselves to Redding. Gloating in their victory. Ira left after that week. Leaving Kinsley and his family with what remained of his tattered jersey and badge, his uniform, and a note; "You're the real Defender of Redding, Kinsley."
For twelve years, Ira remained kept himself out of the light. The only thing he kept, was his Celica. Occasional situations forcing his hand in saving someone, or being stabbed in the back by those he tried to trust. Until in 1990, he dragged back into the spot light for a brief period of time.
In twelve years, his body had changed quite a bit, most of his skin turning to the dark rusty-brown scutes, making him look lizard-like, but lacking the heavier plating and scales of his current stage in life. He found himself in Lubbock, Texas. He had found work as a graveyard shift cleaner of a local school. Hired by someone who didn't mind his outward figure. He was at a grocery store, getting some food in the early morning, when he had just gotten off work. He suddenly heard the alarm as the store had just been robbed. He was there, it seemed like a small issue that he could deal with without attracting much attention; he charged out after the thugs. Only to find the three of them laid out on the ground, bleeding from wounds caused by a man who appeared to have blades for arms. Instantly Ira was mistaken for one of the criminals, and the young "Dark Blade" went after Ira.
Ira quickly subdued the young Hero, and then ran home. Figuring he'd get groceries the next day. Dark Blade however was infuriated. He got the drop on Ira the next day, and managed to sever Ira's right arm. Ira managed to get away, and stay low for three days before he ran into a young man known as Jake Collins. Jake happened to be the Dark Blade. Instantly throwing away his secret identity to catch this "ruthless criminal", Collins went after Ira. He was enraged, having been defeated, and then having this freak escape him....he refused to let that happen a third time. Their fight lasted an hour, and left several people injured in its wake as Ira tried to lead Collins away from people. But it seems like Collins had somehow increased his skills drastically in those three days. Eventually, Ira was able to knock the kid out. He went straight to his boss, and told him that he was leaving. Trying to just get away from the insanity.
A month later and in Dallas, Dark Blade showed up once more. Fully unhinged and with Ira's old boss' head in hand, claiming he was Ira's "Crime Boss". The kid seemed to have somehow increased his skills drastically once more. Practically cutting Ira to ribbons as he realized that the kid also had some kind of power to rapidly learn from his own mistakes. Couple that with his shattered ego and mental state, Ira quickly realized that this kid might finally kill him. How? He wasn't sure, but if anyone was going to, this kid might accomplish it. No longer a fight over right or wrong, mistakes or not. It was down to pure life or death. Subdue him now and leave him, and he would still hunt him to the ends of the earth, and come back stronger than Ira could possibly hope to defeat. Leading Collins into a construction site, finally away from people, Ira tried to come up with a plan to take down someone who seemed to be faster, stronger, and more skill then he himself. Finally, Ira gained the upper hand by practically letting Dark Blade get a hacking cut into his shoulder, where the blade became trapped in the dense bone and muscle. Locking the blade-arm into his shoulder with his free arm, he shoulder rushed Jake Collin's into stack of rebar, impaling the young man to death.
By then, news helicopters were on the scene, broad casting the battle between the two mutants. Ira managed to get home and escape. Fleeing to the north. Trying to get away from the blood that had been spilled in his past. For sixteen more years, he has tried to remain under the radar of the world. Living in the shadows. Moving sporadically to try and prevent the chances of someone getting hurt. In desperation to escape the law, he fled from America for the anonymity of foreign shores for the past fourteen years.
However, he seemed to have over stayed his welcome in Russia, the Ukraine, and Finland, and found himself back in America. Maximum City this time. Life dragging on, his resources spent, he finds himself homeless, jobless, with nothing to fall back on now.
”If you don’t like something, change it. If you can’t change it, change the way you think about it.”
General Information
Full Name:
Melissa Locke
Alias:
Whiplash
Age:
30, January 27th
Gender:
Female
Occupation:
Photo-journalist / Videographer
Abilities:
Dynamic Camouflage: Able to conceal herself + her clothing to match a background she touches.
Wall Crawling: Ability to climb most surfaces with ease, even upside down.
Enhanced Strength: Slightly above peak human ability (~ 1500lbs over her head for short periods of time)
Enhanced Vision and Spatial Awareness: Enhanced night vision, improved daytime vision and faster reflexes.
Highly Trained in Krav Maga: Trained from childhood in the ways of Krav Maga. Combined with her enhanced strength, she is truly a foe to be reckoned with.
Weaknesses:
Camouflage requires a lot of energy, therefore she can only hold it for a minute or two at best. No more durable than an average person and will succumb to most things that would kill a normal human being. Her heightened senses are also more susceptible to damage given their extra sensitivity (ex. Bright light will daze her for longer than someone with regular vision.)
Noteworthy Equipment (ED = Everyday, H = Hero):
Professional-Grade DSLR (ED): Her main photography and videography camera. Mel never leaves home without it. She also carries a variety of lenses to suit her needs in the field.
Laptop (ED): Mainly for sending her photos and footage to large news corporations, main asset in her source of income.
Black tactical backpack (ED): Something sturdy that will stay put, no matter her orientation, even upside down. Carries all her work gear.
Hard knuckle gloves (H): Standard duty gloves with a hard carbon fibre inlay around the knuckles. Gives that extra ‘oomf’ to her unarmed combat strikes.
Biography:
A product of an experiment gone wrong.
Or maybe an experiment gone right…
Melissa’s life has been one of perspective. In her early life, all she knew were the four concrete walls of what was essentially a glorified prison cell. Created from the genetic modification of an embryo, then grown in a lab until she was ready to “be born”, Melissa was purpose built to be the first in what was meant to be the next generation of soldiers. Mind you, there was one issue. She was originally intended to be male. A slip-up by one of the engineers caused an unintended, unnoticed change in her chromosomes, so they were quite surprised when the fetus started showing female traits. Nevertheless, the team continued to grow their reptilian-chromosome-enlaced fetus until birth.
Because of the issues, her portion of the project was scrapped and restarted from the beginning. Melissa was born in critical condition, barely breathing or showing any vital signs at all. She was kept in I.C.U at the Eclipse lab for the first two years of her life until she stabilized, before being transferred to a regular cell when she turned three. Throughout her childhood she was taught a relatively standard school curriculum from age five to fourteen, all the while being trained to fight alongside what was essentially her one year younger brother. The creation that was intended to replace her.
Up until this point, both Mel and her younger counterpart had been considered complete successes. They had both shown themselves able to use their abilities very competently and were both extremely proficient in hand to hand combat. But Mel was exhibiting something that the male wasn’t, something that the top brass of the facility thought was very intriguing and that would be very profitable. Enhanced strength. At age fourteen, she was able to lift almost 500 lbs above her head with no issue, able to slow a moving vehicle significantly and able to beat almost every single combat instructor in one on one combat.
Eventually her “brother” was all but forgotten and Mel took the spotlight, the centerpiece of their super-soldier program. No longer residing in a prison cell-- she had made it clear that she hated the cell by putting a whole through five feet of concrete-- Mel lived a fairly decent life. Now sixteen years old, she trained, ate and slept with the rest of the team while her counterpart sat on the sidelines, jealousy and hatred building inside of him.
And then one night, he snapped. Mel awoke to sirens going off all around. She stepped outside of her room only to see the corpses of the entire research team, the closest thing she had to family, strewn about the lab. In the center of them, her counterpart stood, bruised and bloodied. She couldn’t believe it. It felt surreal, seeing them all dead. The anger began to rise inside of her and she couldn’t help but think about killing the young man that stood in front of her. But part of her held back. He had been through enough.
Time flew by for the next fourteen years after Mel had escaped the Eclipse lab. In this time, Mel had been in and out of both orphanages and schools. She didn’t last more than a month in one place before she no longer felt safe around the other students. Eventually, after living on the street for a year, she managed to get a job at a fast food restaurant and found a cheap apartment to stay in. Mel worked hard to save money for college and applied for a two-year journalism course.
Now? Mel earned her diploma in journalism and through persuasion, managed to land a job at a small, independent newspaper company as a photojournalist. Though infrequent, a story that requires her specific skill set will occasionally come through. Her boss doesn’t know how she manages the pictures she does, but in Mel’s mind all that matters is the final product.
Here you go. I'm barely awake but I finished. I may need to tweak it but I don't know. I'll see what you have to say, bro.
Appearance (civilian):
Appearance (costume):
I know, no real difference lol but he's ready to whoop ass now.
Name: Tiger "The Fist" Jones
Quote: "I just checked my watch and it's time to kick yo ass." "I'm just trying to protect my home, one ass whoopin' at a time."
Alias: Black Fury
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Occupation: Physical Therapist and Gym instructor/personal trainer.
Abilities: Skilled Martial artist- Tiger have been taught in using Karate, Shaolin Kung fu, aikido, Judo, and Muay Thai
Athletic Physical Condition- Tiger is at about Olympic level physical condition when not using his powers
Tactile Telekinesis/Telekinetic Combat- This ability grants Tiger enhanced strength (Enough force to push/knock over up to a ton.), durability (Thanks to a telekinetic force field coating the body that can give him damage resistance), and the release of telekinetic pressure through his palm (a force that can push up to 500 pounds). This power allows Tiger to look as if he's using inner chi to fight with.
Weaknesses: Though, having such great power at his disposal, he is not invincible. He has his limits. When not using his powers, he's just as vulnerable as a normal person (If he's unaware of a lethal or regular attack, he can be harmed easily). When using his power, it takes concentration to utilize the telekinetic force. If his power is used continuously in a drawn out fight, Tiger may get physically or psychologically fatigued or suffer straining. In severe cases: bleeding from the nose or eyes, falling unconscious, or possible physical injury.
Equipment: Eskirma Sticks- Tiger hates guns but he loves beating some ass with his fighting sticks. They are quite durable.
Bio: Tiger was born to Benson and Olivia Jones on the South side of Maximum. His father, an army major and his mother, a nurse.
During his early years, Tiger remembered seeing his father come and go on assignments which left him under the care of his mother the majority of the time. His mother tried to raise him right with positivity but where there's positives, there were negatives. When Tiger was 10, his cousin, Jody, was usually the one Tiger hung out with but because of Jody's influence and behavior problem, Tiger's mother didn't want him hanging out with Jody.
Gang life, drugs, pimpin', violence....this was something that Tiger was exposed to by Jody since Jody's father was always in and out of jail. Now, Tiger never engaged in these activities since his mother inculcated what was good and bad into Tiger to be able to make the right decisions. Because of this, Jody started to change a bit, becoming aggressive towards Tiger. The people the hung out with Jody responded the same way towards him until Tiger got his first beating when he refused to do a drug deal for Jody and his friends.
It didn't stop there when the southside started to become a little more rough. There were 2 incidents that involved someone mugging Tiger's mother and when a group of goons broke into their home, ransacked it and took all of their valuables. The police weren't doing anything it seems that no one could never catch these ones who were committing crimes. When depression hit his mother when her husband deserted them and she started taking drugs, Tiger traveled to a nearby dojo to train under an instructor so to gain some skill to defend himself.
A few years passed, and crime got a little worse and some police were starting to show their corruption. Tiger was in his mid to late 20s when he personally stopped a mugging and attempted rape that a group of goons were trying on a teenage girl. With his various martial arts skills he picked up helped him in this case but like Maximum's finest, they show up after the fact and placed Tiger under arrest for aggravated battery when he was doing what the police were suppose to do. Being taken to the station while the goons were left without being taken in, Tiger out of rage, cursed the police for their irresponsibility and their lack of care for his community.
In his cell, he met a weird old man who was in the cell with him that saw the frustration in Tiger, causing him to bring about the fact that there are beings out there that have more that enough capabilities to make a difference in Maximum. He asked Tiger what he'd do if he had power and with that, he responded "I'd clear out the trash and poison in my community that takes the shape of criminals, drugs, and corrupt law enforcement. People talk about heroes but we need ones that look out for the little man...and that's what the hell I'd do..." He said which caused the man to smile and swiftly make his way over to Tiger, to place his hand on his head, allowing Tiger's eyes to glow as his own before he let go and explained that now Tiger had the ability to do something about the problems in his neighborhood. He could do amazing things if he put his mind to it.
Not knowing what the man did, Tiger was soon released back to his neighborhood where he ran into those goons he beat up before. They were at it once again as they followed a woman trying to hurry home. Tiger once against stood between them and their potential victim but this time, they had guns. not wanting to get close, The goons pulled their guns out, looking for revenge and shot towards Tiger and the girl he was protecting. He rushed over to cover her only to realize that he was harmed and when they reloaded, Tiger turned and pointed his palms towards them telling them to stop but unconsciously released a strong forces to knocked them all back and knocked them out.
It took time to figure this out but as time went on, Tiger realized that the man in jail must've bestowed power upon him, learning what power he gained and trained more in his fight styles to utilize his power with it. Since then, his neighborhood has been fighting police brutality, drugs in their community, criminal activity and over all problems that needed to be addressed. With his involvement in trying to fight crime and constant battle in talking some sense into kids on the streets, especially ones like the phasing young man, Free-Roam. South Maximum is hopefully on the road to recovery.
Other info: Tiger is a fan of oldschool martial arts films along with the blaxploitation movies his father once owned. He was inspired by his heroes Bruce Lee, Jim Kelly, and Shaft