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Full name:
Mortimer Tolansky (no middle name)
Alias:
Toad
Rank:
Lieutenant
Age:
16
Appearance:
7'6", 4'6" from heel to hip and 3' from hip to head wearing size 20 shoes. [Not the world record so shouldn't bring too much attention to himself on a global scale.] 8'6" on tip-toes


Abilities:
*Secretes psychoactive venom from his pores that causes psychedelic reactions with the consistency of tacky resin similar to gymnast chalk, he can use this to cling to solid objects.
*His legs muscle were twice as dense as everyone else's as are his bones from the pelvis down resulting in strength three times a normal person or equal to one professional athlete, all without working out. In the last year "___" has put him on a killer workout session to make up for lost time so now his leg strength is equal to ten men.
*Superhuman flexibility and spine capable if contortionist movements.
*His lungs can expand and compress large quantities of air that can be expelled with enough force to knock a fully grown human off their feet or hold enough air for him to stay underwater for a half hour.
*Superhuman taste, perhaps more of a negative trait than he would hope for, but it means he could easily track someone by licking where they might have touched. Mostly he uses it to taste test 'product' to make sure it isn't tampered with.

Skills:
*He was a highly skilled capoeira student for eight years but barely practiced at all for seven years until "___" insisted he learn again, Toad has now taken up Muay Tai in the last year as a way to hone his superhuman kicking.
*After four years of football, he is a skilled athlete even though he barely puts any work into it at all.
*He has become overly familiar with multiple narcotics and paraphernalia over the last nine years.
*A twelve inch purple prehensile 'Gene Simmons' tongue may not seem like a skill, but it is worth noting beforehand if he has to grab something or manipulate a small object with his mouth.

Personality:
An active team player, he works best with others and following others leads. He has a deep seated loathing for the 'pretty' mutants like his mother and scarlet witch.

Brief bio:
He's a fucked up pup, that is for sure. He was the bastard son of a high school head cheerleader and a one night stand with a college guy. Pregnant at 16, she fell into depression and tried to drink herself into a miscarriage. It didn't take but it did cause certain birth defects such as his appearance and body growth. She blamed him for everything wrong in her life after that including the fact that her parents refused to let her give him up for adoption until she was 18. On her birthday she took her year old son to the orphanage to give him up as his first and only birthday present to his own mother. It was there that she met a man Named Erik, a capoeira instructor from Brazil who was looking to adopt a boy of his own since he was unable to have children after blow to his groin. What should have been a simple transfer became dating and eventually marriage.

She still resented her son for ruining her life and further fell into alcoholism. Her binge drinking along with general abusive treatment of Mortimer, 'an ugly name for an ugly baby', left him seemingly developmentally challenged. For all of her fury, his dad was his safety, he stuck with the failing marriage while devoting the attention to Mort and constant therapy attempts for his wife. While he was always a quiet child, his dad would take him everyday to class to keep him away from his mom where he learned and developed physically, able to do some of the more advanced techniques with no effort at all.

Sadly, when he was 13, a crane fell from a building and killed over a dozen people, his dad was one of them. Again Mortimer was somehow to blame in his twisted mothers mind that all she had left was a massive law suit. It was then that he fell into recreational drug use instead of gymnastics and martial arts like his dad had always hoped while his mother tried to drink away the thousands of dollars.

She couldn't wait for him to move out at 18 so she could cut him off and lets him do whatever he wants in hopes he'll kill himself as long as he left her alone. Miraculously when its time for teacher conferences, she always managed to pull her act together and play the part of a Stepford mom for a few hours in public before she took the mask back off once she is in the door.

***possible recruitment
During his first year in highschool, when Mort was under the bleachers getting stoned, the football coach found him after he kicked a twenty pound rock across the parking lot into the principals car. In exchange for turning a blind eye to his recreational drugs, Mort joined the football team where he meet "____", later known as "____". The two became friends instantly, constantly chilling and hanging out. Once Mort was out at a party when one of the other kids thought he could make a name for himself by taking out a football player, Toad killed the boy with a kick to the crotch that broke every bone in the spinal column from pelvis to atlas.

Before the police arrived, "___" got to him first and offered him a place in their ranks. He joined them if they would recruit "____" as well. "___ has spent the last year forcing him through his paces, trying to make up for the last decade Toad spent squandering his life.
Equipment:
He wears something resembling a scuba suit made of mono-directional tubing to wick away his constantly leaking resin to the palms of his hands where it is stored in a spongy material to use as needed later.
He wears high impact polymer leg armor over his feet, thins, thighs and groin. Aside from protecting his legs, they allow to focus his kicks to single points to maximize the power.
Hide her race. It happens to look good too.



Can we get a CS of some kind?

SNUU-SNUU!



XD but shes vegetarian xDDDDDDDDDDDDD


Have you ever encountered a Vegepygmy?
Fan and Smoke are done!
"Finian, Thomas, You're up."

'Phantom' Stepped up to the arena and had to bite down on his bottom lip to not laugh as he looked over at the one in the red cape. This was going to be interesting. No matter the powers, he knew that he had to be fast. Sadly, it might be time to let his secret out. Thomas wanted to talk, to tempt, to tease. Get his opponent emotional and flawed, but is what what 'Phantom' would do?

Finian quickly jumped up but as he did his head banged against the counter. He squealed quietly while rubbing his head before walking over to the center of the room where Thomas and Finian were going to have their spar. Tis was very interesting, they had a very rough meeting back then and now are up against on another. "But wait, I don't exactly know how to activate my powers or anything..." he told the teachers while staring at Thomas and offering him a small smile with a friendly 'don't hurt me' look. Finian was very scared of Thomas, he looked like the type of person to draw blood on his opponent in order for him to stop.

Watching the way Finian carried himself, he came to a slow decision. Phantom could be a ghost of vengeance or justice, Thomas was here to be a part of the team. That starts with education.
"Then don't use your powers. Use what you know, rely on what is dependable, did you want a staff or a club?"
It was odd to hear his voice coming out of a psycho grinning mask. Normally he would have taken the hood off, but he needed to get used to the weight and obscurement of the mask. Making it hard for others to see his eyes also meant it was hard for him to see out, he would need to talk to them about vision enhancement if he was going to do this whole 'ghost' thing.

A staff or a club...? Finian didn't know how to use none of those things, but he did know how to use the computers! But that wouldn't really help him out in this case. "I don't know how to use none of that... but I ... don't know if I shou- how about I forfeit and you win the match then?" he asked while raising an eyebrow as he stared at Thomas with his very creepy uniform. Finian was obviously scared of Thomas and he didn't want his adorable face to be all messed up because of Thomas.

Thomas make a overly dramatic thoughtful expression, hand on chin with head turned up to the ceiling. "Hmmmm...Nope. I promise to avoid your face. Tell you what..." Thomas fades from sight, fading back in about five seconds later, five feet from Finian with a pair of towels from the bathroom. "I'll make this a demo with you instead. You are about to kick my ass with your cape."

Finian slowly rubbed the back of his neck nervously as he noticed Thomas disappearing for a second before appearing right back with a few towels on his hands. Finian rose an eyebrow with confusement on his face as he slowly nodded his head pretending as if he knew what was Thomas speaking about. But no, this was the only way for Finian to actually learn his powers and to learn them, it will have to be used in this spar. "No, I think we should actually fight and use what we know of our abilities." he'd say with a nod while slowly getting into his fighting position. This fight was going to eventually and probably end his fear of fighting. "Just not the face, It's too cute for it to be ruined.." he spoke with a soft giggle.

"If you insist... Widen your feet, they should be equal to your shoulders, an 'H' not a 'V'."
When Finian took the moment to look down and re-examine his stance, Thomas would strike. He throws one towel at Finian's face, letting it open up and block line of sight for just a second as he stepped forward at a 45 to Finian's leading hand as he takes the second towel into his hands like a rope. The next step is another forward 45 behind finian, using his own leading arm as the guide to get behind him so they are back to back in just two steps with the distracting towel. As he has managed to get behind Finian, the next part is easy. He simply throws the rope of a towel over the back of his shoulder to loop over Finian's neck like a loose noose and snaps forward to shoulder throw Finian backwards over Thomas's and onto the mat.

This was a spar but instead Thomas was helping Finian with his fighting position, but of-course that didn't mean that Thomas was going to go easy on the pretty boy. A small smile formed on Finian's face as he did what Thomas told him to do before starting to run towards Thomas but his opponent was too quick as his eyes were blinded by the distracting attack and then suddenly his body was thrown over his shoulder and falling backwards onto the mat. Finian yelped in pain before throwing both of his hands in-front of him as if covering his face so Thomas wouldn't hit him anymore but as his hands were in-front of him, there was an invisible force field surrounding the pretty boy that was on the ground. Thomas couldn't see it, but if he attempted to hit Finian then his body would probably get bounced up. "Youuu win, you win!"

Thomas was surprised it went as well as it did, but even more so when Finian didn't immediately get back up. "Come on pretty boy, I think we need to put a facemask on that helmet for you. Maybe like the one for Vega from street fighter." One would have to admit how creepy it still was to have a wraith of black tendrils speaking with suck a kind voice reaching out clawed hands to pick up the other off the ground. "Note to R&D, can I get some nekode on the palms for this thing?" As finian took the offered gauntlet, THomas pulled the underclassman up and brush him off before muttering something into the winged ear of the headpiece to make the boy blush.

The force field slowly dispersed as Finian stood up from the ground while staring at Thomas. Why was he being so kind to Finian when this was a fight? "No no.. I just need to uhh man-up and I am pretty sure that I would be alright. I can do this... I promise." he'd smile at Thomas while his cheeks slowly turned pink because of what Thomas whispered to him. He was obviously blushing because of the whisper, his body froze and all he did was nod as a respond. But, Finian whispered back at him with a nervously tone of voice;
He looked curiously before staring into Thomas' mask as he tilted his head to the side wondering why Thomas was being so nice to him. Even if this was just a spar, Thomas had to win already right? "Shouldn't you win already, since you did just let me fall... and we shouldn't really take our time to fight, so we'll just say you win then?" he asked while rubbing his bottom, it really hurt to have fallen on his butt though.

"Sounds good to me, besides, a twist on the throw and I'd have snapped your neck instead."
He left that hang in the air as he used the towel to rat-tail Finians ass like a jock since he was already rubbing a sore bottom and walked off the mat, leaving the junior standing there.
Lob

Location: The Road
Interacting With: Two elvish women.


“Lob, stay near us!” Lob fell in beside her as they spoke some more. "Lob stay. Lob, no go. Lob up, lob down. Lob here, lob stay.
“everyone is so different here… it’s actually nice from the usual folk I see in the forest.”
Who you see?

As the days wandering came to a close, the orcs eyes grew wider as the tight grew dimmer. Loosing as much of the squinty lowbrow as he has had through the day. As they got closer, he could smell her before he saw her as the scent grew stronger rather than keeping the same faded presence.
"It seems you all are intact. I have found us a camp site for the night,"

Part of lob wanted to run ahead to the pack alpha and tell her what a good boy he had been, but the other got to her first. So he would hold back for now and wait his turn.

“Oh! I am hungry, But erm… nothing sausage-related for me, please!”
"Lob trade. Lob food."
Reaching into the folds of his fabrics, he pulls out a small pouch (best not to ask what it is made from). He hands it to her and aside from smelling a little off, there is a fold sealed with beeswax. Inside is a small comb of honey with fruits and nuts smothered in the golden treat, effectively preserved rations. It is hart do say if lob was this cunning to do this himself or if it was something he acquired in his travels.
Interested, reskinned cannons or OC characters?
Adventurers Incorporated!

Also I'd like to take any places of open slots if they become available.
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