Character you have created: Mozart aka “Art”
Alias: None
Speech Color: Default font/color
Character Alignment: Hero (lawful good)
Identity: Existence is secret to all but a few
Character Personality: Mozart, as the oldest of his siblings, is the most patient and thoughtful of the group. He has a strong sense of honor, believing that without one’s honor they are nothing. He is a strong leader, though at times loses his sense of confidence, worrying that he is not fit to be the leader of the team. He loves human pop-culture. He loves his family more than anything in the world, and his devotion to them is paramount.
Uniform/costume:
Pre mutation: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gray_tree_frog
Post mutation: deviantart.com/art/Grippli-204868655
Origin Info/Details:
Hero Type: Acrobat
Power Level: Street level
Powers: Art is a mutated, anthropomorphic Grey tree frog. The mutation that gave him his human-like form and intelligence also enhanced his animal abilities. Art and his siblings can climb nearly any surface, jump incredible distances, have increased proportional strength, speed, agility, dexterity, and a slight healing factor. Their frog tongues can be used to both traverse the city and as a weapon unto itself. Mozart also had his natural ability to camouflage amplified, allowing him to blend in with his environment.
During their youth and time at IDRG, the siblings were hard-wired and taught multiple forms of combat with the intent of making them living weapons. Mozart is a practitioner of the bo staff, his non-lethal weapon of choice after their bid for freedom.
Attributes:
Mozart
Height: 5’6”
Weight: 160lbs
Strength Level: 10
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 20
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 20
Agility: 30
Intelligence: Average
Fighting Skill: Mastered
Clara
Height: 5’5”
Weight: 135lbs
Strength Level: 10
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 20
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 20
Agility: 30
Intelligence: Genius
Fighting Skill: Trained
Ludwig
Height: 6’2”
Weight: 250lbs
Strength Level: 30
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 10
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 20
Agility: 20
Intelligence: Average
Fighting Skill: Mastered
Bach
Height: 5’3”
Weight: 130lbs
Strength Level: 10
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 20
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 20
Agility: 30
Intelligence: Average
Fighting Skill: Trained
Resources: Average
Weaknesses: The frogs, outside of Ludwig, have no real armor. Knives, bullets, and beatings hurt them as much as they hurt us.
Supporting Characters/Places of Interest:
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Sample Post
The white, sterile lights above him turned on at the same time that they did every night before final inspection. Normally, the blinding brightness would force him to cover his eyes, but tonight he was ready. There was a plan to carry out, and he was its most important piece. If he failed, his brothers and his sister would never get out of here. That was something he could not allow. Even if he died tonight, he would make sure they escaped. They deserved the happy life he promised them.
Reverberations from the footfalls of the guards reached the sensitive pads on his hands and feet. He steeled himself, ready for what was about to happen. He had the training in his mind, but he had never really used it before. A momentary flash of self doubt entered his mind, but was erased by need. He couldn’t afford to be nervous.
The guards stopped in front of the door to his cell. They looked in, seeing him where he normally was. They then turned back to the keypad to swipe in. When they did that, the frog concentrated and activated his camouflage reflex. His green-grey skin turned to the color of the white, antiseptic floor below.
“I can’t believe I had to work this weekend,” the one guard moans as the door begins to open. “But at least it got me away from my kid’s recita-”
“Where the hell is he!?” the other guard yells as the frog’s camouflage does its job.
He swipes out with his leg, catching the first guard with a sweeping kick. The man slams down hard on the composite floor. The second guard tries to retreat from the room to lock it down, but the frog lets loose with his tongue. The long, sticky appendage caught the second guard’s ankle, and with a whip-like motion from the frog’s head, the man came flying back into the cell. The frog delivered a hard clothesline to him in midair, and his helmeted head cracked against the floor, knocking him out.
The frog took the guards’ keycards and made his way towards his larger brother’s cell. Before doing so, he locked the first two guards in the cell he had spent his entire life.
Once he reached his destination, the frog swiped the card through the slot. The door slid open, revealing the hulking, green mass that was his bullfrog brother. The first nodded to the second, and they went to work.
Alias: None
Speech Color: Default font/color
Character Alignment: Hero (lawful good)
Identity: Existence is secret to all but a few
Character Personality: Mozart, as the oldest of his siblings, is the most patient and thoughtful of the group. He has a strong sense of honor, believing that without one’s honor they are nothing. He is a strong leader, though at times loses his sense of confidence, worrying that he is not fit to be the leader of the team. He loves human pop-culture. He loves his family more than anything in the world, and his devotion to them is paramount.
Uniform/costume:
Pre mutation: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gray_tree_frog
Post mutation: deviantart.com/art/Grippli-204868655
Origin Info/Details:
Hero Type: Acrobat
Power Level: Street level
Powers: Art is a mutated, anthropomorphic Grey tree frog. The mutation that gave him his human-like form and intelligence also enhanced his animal abilities. Art and his siblings can climb nearly any surface, jump incredible distances, have increased proportional strength, speed, agility, dexterity, and a slight healing factor. Their frog tongues can be used to both traverse the city and as a weapon unto itself. Mozart also had his natural ability to camouflage amplified, allowing him to blend in with his environment.
During their youth and time at IDRG, the siblings were hard-wired and taught multiple forms of combat with the intent of making them living weapons. Mozart is a practitioner of the bo staff, his non-lethal weapon of choice after their bid for freedom.
Attributes:
Mozart
Height: 5’6”
Weight: 160lbs
Strength Level: 10
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 20
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 20
Agility: 30
Intelligence: Average
Fighting Skill: Mastered
Clara
Height: 5’5”
Weight: 135lbs
Strength Level: 10
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 20
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 20
Agility: 30
Intelligence: Genius
Fighting Skill: Trained
Ludwig
Height: 6’2”
Weight: 250lbs
Strength Level: 30
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 10
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 20
Agility: 20
Intelligence: Average
Fighting Skill: Mastered
Bach
Height: 5’3”
Weight: 130lbs
Strength Level: 10
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 20
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 20
Agility: 30
Intelligence: Average
Fighting Skill: Trained
Resources: Average
Weaknesses: The frogs, outside of Ludwig, have no real armor. Knives, bullets, and beatings hurt them as much as they hurt us.
Supporting Characters/Places of Interest:
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Sample Post
The white, sterile lights above him turned on at the same time that they did every night before final inspection. Normally, the blinding brightness would force him to cover his eyes, but tonight he was ready. There was a plan to carry out, and he was its most important piece. If he failed, his brothers and his sister would never get out of here. That was something he could not allow. Even if he died tonight, he would make sure they escaped. They deserved the happy life he promised them.
Reverberations from the footfalls of the guards reached the sensitive pads on his hands and feet. He steeled himself, ready for what was about to happen. He had the training in his mind, but he had never really used it before. A momentary flash of self doubt entered his mind, but was erased by need. He couldn’t afford to be nervous.
The guards stopped in front of the door to his cell. They looked in, seeing him where he normally was. They then turned back to the keypad to swipe in. When they did that, the frog concentrated and activated his camouflage reflex. His green-grey skin turned to the color of the white, antiseptic floor below.
“I can’t believe I had to work this weekend,” the one guard moans as the door begins to open. “But at least it got me away from my kid’s recita-”
“Where the hell is he!?” the other guard yells as the frog’s camouflage does its job.
He swipes out with his leg, catching the first guard with a sweeping kick. The man slams down hard on the composite floor. The second guard tries to retreat from the room to lock it down, but the frog lets loose with his tongue. The long, sticky appendage caught the second guard’s ankle, and with a whip-like motion from the frog’s head, the man came flying back into the cell. The frog delivered a hard clothesline to him in midair, and his helmeted head cracked against the floor, knocking him out.
The frog took the guards’ keycards and made his way towards his larger brother’s cell. Before doing so, he locked the first two guards in the cell he had spent his entire life.
Once he reached his destination, the frog swiped the card through the slot. The door slid open, revealing the hulking, green mass that was his bullfrog brother. The first nodded to the second, and they went to work.
