WIP [center] [hider="Zoey, I swear to Christ, if you call me 'Captain Canuck' ONE more time..."] Basic Information ========= Superhero/villain Name: The Champion Civilian Name: Duncan Reid MacAodhan Origin city/Planet: Born in the medbay of a clanky old star-freighter, [i]because nothing in Duncan's life can be simple[/i] Hometown: Halifax, Nova Scotia Sex: Male Race: Kryptonian Height: 5'7" Weight: 162 Age: 30 (though his Kryptonian physiology has kept him looking as though he's still in his early 20's) Birth Date: July 1st, 1990 -------- Costumed Appearance: As perhaps befitting of what most consider the world's first costumed superhero, The Champion's working attire is somewhat more... [i]modest[/i] than many of his contemporaries; garbing himself in a form-fitting, though thoroughly [i]not[/i] skintight dark blue and grey jumpsuit of what many over the years have [i]assumed[/i] to be some sort of Kryptonian battle-armour (but in reality, would be something more akin to a mechanic's coveralls on his homeworld, albeit an extraordinarily durable one) with a modified crest of the house of El emblazoned upon it's chest and a pair of black boots of the same material. On top of all this, Duncan wears his father's old, brown jacket made the same material as his suit in place of the usual flowing cape his people were apparently so fond of with his symbol sewn across the back as well as a utility belt in which he stores everything from his communicator to his mom's grocery list and a pair of gauntlets of some dark bronze-coloured metal, the right of which also houses a small ruggedised computer that connects directly to his [i]'Fortress of Solitude'[/i] (as some of his team [i]insist[/i] on calling it) and perhaps more importantly, the uploaded AI consciousness of his biological mother that operates there to help him out with all those kinds of problems his tradeschool education didn't quite prepare him for. And also, to nag. [i]A lot.[/i] Civilian Appearance: To read what Duncan is capable of, you might picture some sort of hulking mountain of a man with bulging muscles, a jawline chiseled from granite and a smile that could charm a dragon from the other side of the planet... to actually meet the man however, you'd be disappointed and maybe a little confused- MacAodhan is not a large man. In fact, compared to most in the League he is downright tiny, standing at only 5'7" on a good day and lacking the bulging, vaguely v-shaped physique of what you'd expect of somebody the entire friggin' planet calls 'The Champion'. Closer inspection or just plain catching him without a shirt on, however, reveals that what Duncan's 'gains' lack in raw bodybuilder-style [i]size[/i], they handily make up for in sheer [i]density[/i]; covering his broad-shouldered, lean frame with an almost [i]inhuman[/i] looking amount of compact, but powerful musculature. Now, if you weren't just staring at his [i]ludicrously chiseled[/i] body like a creepy person or some kind of stab-happy anime girl, you might just notice that while he ain't some waifish prettyboy or chunky, hunky Mr. Universe contestant... he's still quite the looker, even [i]with[/i] his usual working-class choice of fashion; with sharp, clever green eyes that've been known to elicit the odd swoon from time to time and an angular face awfully prone to warm smiles, the odd grease stain and sprouting a healthy amount of brown stubble by quitting time to match the short crew-cut he usually keeps stuffed under some old ball-cap or another. All in all, pretty handsome... if you actually managed to [i]notice[/i] the guy on the street through his age-old habit of keeping his head down, his hands in his pockets and striving as hard as humanly possible to just fade into the background. Something he's gotten particularly good at over the course of his life. Icon: [hider][img]https://i.postimg.cc/Gt8Tp6WL/supes2.jpg[/img][/hider] Costumed Personality: [i]The Champion,[/i] as the whole world has [i]insisted[/i] on calling Duncan these past ten years is... well, something of a paradox, really. Possessing an almost bottomless reserve of good-humour, compassion and carrying an easygoing nature, but still terrifyingly sharp enough of both tongue and wit to lay a downright visceral verbal thrashing if need be and bearing no small reserve of genre-savvy sarcasm. Relentlessly stubborn and strong-willed enough to stand tall against impossible odds and invincible foes with naught but a plucky grin and a fiery glint in his eye, yet modest and humble enough to be embarrassed by, and even [i]downplay[/i] his heroic antics while passing on the 'glory' to someone else when grilled about it by the press. A being so powerful he could sunder mountains with a [i]slap[/i] and burn entire cities to the ground with a [i]look...[/i] but not at all above shoveling an old lady's driveway or putting a bandaid on some kid's scraped knee while cracking jokes and telling old war stories to make them feel better. All in all, Champ is a... very [i]confusing[/i] man. But a [i]good[/i] man nonetheless. And though he never really [i]wanted[/i] this kind of life in the first place, it [i]does[/i] seem to suit him well. Even if being called a 'Hero' by so many [i]still[/i] causes him to feel a twinge of sheepishness whenever it's brought up. Civilian Personality: In contrast to the wit, charm and raw courage of [i]The Champion,[/i] Duncan himself is a bit more... [b]subdued.[/b] Though perhaps a youth spent desperately trying to hide the fact that he could fly and tank bullets to the face without flinching [i]all[/i] while balancing a bus on his little finger for fear of drawing unwanted attention to his folks or getting somebody hurt [i]miiiiight've[/i] had something to do with that. That's not to say that he's a wallflower, mind you, as many who've borne the brunt of his specially dry blend of humour or seen how excited he gets in the stands of a hockey game could tell you, but he [i]is[/i] noticeably more... [i]distant[/i], though still generally friendly, to all but his family and closest friends- preferring to fade into the background in most situations to let others soak up the limelight while he just goes about living his life beneath their notice. To those lucky few that actually [i]have[/i] that unrestricted access to what's going on in his head, however, Duncan is an indelibly stubborn, hard-nosed but otherwise affable and caring kind of guy who'd move heaven and earth for those closest to him, even at his own expense. Super abilities: Skills: [list] [*]Master mechanic. [*]Handyman. [*]A Polyglot, fluent in English, Acadian French, Scots Gaelic and Kryptonian (though he rarely gets to use the latter) [*]Is a [i]ludicrously[/i] good cook, despite what he'd tell you. [/list] -Powers: [list] [*]Incalculable strength and speed. [*]Flight [*]Near-Invulnerability [*]Heat vision [*]X-ray vision [*]Cold breath [/list] -Gadgets: [list] [*]That afore-mentioned utility belt and computer gauntlet. [/list] -Vulnerabilities: [list] [*]Kryptonite [*]Exposure to red sun radiation will rapidly rob him of his powers. [*]Magic, though not inherently harmful to him in the way Kryptonite is, has a [i]much[/i] easier time making it's way through his Kryptonian invulnerability than more conventional attacks. [/list] Civilian Occupation: Shipyard Diesel Mechanic Biography--------- Character History/Origin: Optional information ---------- Nemesis: [i]Many.[/i] Allies: Grim, Velocity, Green Lantern, Wonder Woman, Kraken and a whole lot of others. Team: The Justice League Other: [/hider] [/center]