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You could just as easily amalgamate Hawkeye instead of green arrow. Just tossing twin pennies.
Magnus waited for orders from higher up or else teamwork, what he got instead was questioned orders and now they were down a teammate. He took out a second needle and teleported beside the newest victim before he stabbed plasma right in her neck to neutralize her with shadowking stuck inside. He hoped Xavier could pull them apart later, but for now it was a wash.
"Blöd verdammten Dummköpfe, Loki Ihre Seelen für Spielsachen"
He screamed out to no one in particular as he hoisted Plasma to one shoulder and trudged her up the stairs. On a good day German was not the kindest of sounding languages, now with him in a tiff it really did emphasize his displeasure. Dear Loki he needed to unwind, sushi and seven samurai when he got to his room. For now, he plopped in his chair on the black bird and popped a pain killer for his back before it started to scream at him.
"Blöd verdammten Dummköpfe, Loki Ihre Seelen für Spielsachen"
He screamed out to no one in particular as he hoisted Plasma to one shoulder and trudged her up the stairs. On a good day German was not the kindest of sounding languages, now with him in a tiff it really did emphasize his displeasure. Dear Loki he needed to unwind, sushi and seven samurai when he got to his room. For now, he plopped in his chair on the black bird and popped a pain killer for his back before it started to scream at him.
Full name:
Mortimer Tolansky
Codename:
Toad
From:
'Jersy
Appearance:
7'6" 3 feet from head to hip, 4'6" from hip to floor. tall as hell but not record breaking.
Before/After
Powers:
*Secretes psychoactive toxin from his pores that causes psychedelic reactions with the consistency of tacky resin similar to gymnast chalk which he can use to cling to solid objects.
*His legs muscle are twice as dense as everyone else's as are his bones from the pelvis down along with his spine resulting in lower body strength ten times a normal person, He can leg press, lift and kick with a strength rating in the tons,
*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.
Pros:
Skills:
*He was a highly skilled capoeira student for eight years but barely practiced at all for three years until Xavier insisted he learn again, Toad has now taken up Muay Tai in the last year as a way to hone his superhuman kicking.
*After three years of football, he is a skilled athlete even though he barely puts any work into it at all but is already a capable team player able to coordinate and operate with others
*He has become overly familiar with multiple narcotics and paraphernalia over the last three years.
*A six 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.
Cons:
A recovering addict, he's easy to distract or bribe with product but not alcohol.
Due to his mother, he has a disdain for blond hair-blue eyed women and the high class that borders on apathetic.
Years of mental abuse leaves him susceptible to psionic attacks.
He lacks leadership skills and looks to others to take his cues from.
Brief bio:
He's a fucked up pup, that is for sure. He was the bastard son of a high society 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 millions 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 it's 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.
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 Fred Dukes, later known as Blob. The two became friends instantly, constantly chilling and hanging out. Once Mort was out at a party when one of the Goth 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, Xavier got to him first and offered him a place in their ranks. He joined them if they would recruit Fred as well. Xavier has spent the last year forcing him through his paces, trying to make up for the years Toad spent squandering his life.
Mortimer Tolansky
Codename:
Toad
From:
'Jersy
Appearance:
7'6" 3 feet from head to hip, 4'6" from hip to floor. tall as hell but not record breaking.
Before/After
Powers:
*Secretes psychoactive toxin from his pores that causes psychedelic reactions with the consistency of tacky resin similar to gymnast chalk which he can use to cling to solid objects.
*His legs muscle are twice as dense as everyone else's as are his bones from the pelvis down along with his spine resulting in lower body strength ten times a normal person, He can leg press, lift and kick with a strength rating in the tons,
*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.
Pros:
Skills:
*He was a highly skilled capoeira student for eight years but barely practiced at all for three years until Xavier insisted he learn again, Toad has now taken up Muay Tai in the last year as a way to hone his superhuman kicking.
*After three years of football, he is a skilled athlete even though he barely puts any work into it at all but is already a capable team player able to coordinate and operate with others
*He has become overly familiar with multiple narcotics and paraphernalia over the last three years.
*A six 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.
Cons:
A recovering addict, he's easy to distract or bribe with product but not alcohol.
Due to his mother, he has a disdain for blond hair-blue eyed women and the high class that borders on apathetic.
Years of mental abuse leaves him susceptible to psionic attacks.
He lacks leadership skills and looks to others to take his cues from.
Brief bio:
He's a fucked up pup, that is for sure. He was the bastard son of a high society 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 millions 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 it's 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.
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 Fred Dukes, later known as Blob. The two became friends instantly, constantly chilling and hanging out. Once Mort was out at a party when one of the Goth 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, Xavier got to him first and offered him a place in their ranks. He joined them if they would recruit Fred as well. Xavier has spent the last year forcing him through his paces, trying to make up for the years Toad spent squandering his life.
BAMF would me more than happy to help her settle in, she can never hide her mutation just like him.
Boar hated cities, give him the woods and plains any day. Cities were a necessary evil and no different than goblins clinging together like an orgy of snakes to try and keep safe in numbers. But all it took was a raider from one side or the other to rewrite the history of their community.
It was just a swinging pendulum really, Thousands and thousands of years ago the 'monsters' were pushed to the edge of the world and now they pushed back to put the former victors on the edge of their heels. In a thousand years the heroes would rise up and push them back the other way, summer to winter.
As it was, here he found himself in the city with a 300 lbs pig trotting beside him wearing studded leather barding as he came to deliver forest foraging to market for the few things he needed, as he said, necessary evil. It was here he herd the bitching and moaning of a pale human espousing the failings of one race over another. Here they were on the ropes and still had to establish alphas and bitches. Just as bad as orc war camps!
The massive orc stood in the crowd, moving himself to the front of the throng, an orc listening to the propaganda against elves wouldn't seem that bad. He fished out a single gold coin and held it under his chin for a moment before nodding to a nearby alley to indicate a private audience. Werther he would follow or not, Boar still made his way to the seclusion for a moments privacy from the prattle of the city to collect himself.
It was just a swinging pendulum really, Thousands and thousands of years ago the 'monsters' were pushed to the edge of the world and now they pushed back to put the former victors on the edge of their heels. In a thousand years the heroes would rise up and push them back the other way, summer to winter.
As it was, here he found himself in the city with a 300 lbs pig trotting beside him wearing studded leather barding as he came to deliver forest foraging to market for the few things he needed, as he said, necessary evil. It was here he herd the bitching and moaning of a pale human espousing the failings of one race over another. Here they were on the ropes and still had to establish alphas and bitches. Just as bad as orc war camps!
The massive orc stood in the crowd, moving himself to the front of the throng, an orc listening to the propaganda against elves wouldn't seem that bad. He fished out a single gold coin and held it under his chin for a moment before nodding to a nearby alley to indicate a private audience. Werther he would follow or not, Boar still made his way to the seclusion for a moments privacy from the prattle of the city to collect himself.
I say standard pantheon.
I was thinking lightning lad from dc.
Pondering an either/or change to Magnus, Either pick up teleportation to live up to the namesake 'Bamf' but drop his shadow clinging power to keep balance while avoiding a total nightcrawler clone or change his code name to 'Nacht' to reflect his connection to the shadows.
Magnus approached with a smile on his face but a hand still in his pocket. "Girls, your all beautiful, no need to fight. It doesn't matter who did what, check your egos at the door. That goes double against a telepathic enemy. John, you broke the plan, I see you had an opportunity and took it, but you should have kept the wave up in case she moved out of the way so the rest of us could do our jobs."
He pulled out a length of paracord to start hogtie up Gold leader and a first aid kit for those who needed it. His skin began to crawl as he felt a disturbance in spacial relations around him out of nowhere, useful for feeling an incoming telelporter or in this case a manifestation. He formed the dojo in his mind, closing off all the doors but the arena he would allow access to if the battle were to begin, a novice maneuver but more than others in the group had.
"Spread out, this is the biggest game of tag of our lives! Wear him out, exhaust him, don't let him touch you until he can't keep a physical body."
He took out a needle from the first aid kit and stabbed storm in the arm with a heavy dose of a neural suppressant made by forge to make her an inviable choice by shadow king. The same medicine for fibromyalgia and seizures, it suppresses synaptic response to keep her from doing anything else but sleep, same for the psychis if he were to try to take her again.
He pulled out a length of paracord to start hogtie up Gold leader and a first aid kit for those who needed it. His skin began to crawl as he felt a disturbance in spacial relations around him out of nowhere, useful for feeling an incoming telelporter or in this case a manifestation. He formed the dojo in his mind, closing off all the doors but the arena he would allow access to if the battle were to begin, a novice maneuver but more than others in the group had.
"Spread out, this is the biggest game of tag of our lives! Wear him out, exhaust him, don't let him touch you until he can't keep a physical body."
He took out a needle from the first aid kit and stabbed storm in the arm with a heavy dose of a neural suppressant made by forge to make her an inviable choice by shadow king. The same medicine for fibromyalgia and seizures, it suppresses synaptic response to keep her from doing anything else but sleep, same for the psychis if he were to try to take her again.
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