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The Great and Powerful Titus MacArthur

Basic Information

Name:

Titus MacArthur

Nickname/Alias/Etc:

Roid Rage, Roid Muncher, Barry Bonds, Meathead, Buttmonkey

Gender:

Male

Age:

17

Height:

7'0"

Weight:

480 lbs

Type:

Returning

Appearance

Hair Color:

Red

Eye Color:

Olive

Ethnicity:

Scottish-American

Physical Appearance:

Titus is a giant of a man. Standing at 7’0”, Titus looks down at professional basketball players. He is ripped to a ridiculous point, his entire body sculpted of gigantic, well-formed musculature. He has legs like tree trunks and long arms like concrete pillars He has an enormous pair of hands, big enough to palm a basketball, and a thick neck that makes his head look somewhat small. He has a very wide stance that makes it look like the ground should shake when he walks, and a wide barrel chest that makes him look even more enormous than he already is. Titus’ hair matches his burly appearance. It is kept in a short bush of sorts, and resembles a mane. On his face is a massive full red beard that makes him look almost like an alpha male. He has a prominent nose and intense-looking dark green eyes that make his emotions look much more intense. Titus is never just “happy”, he’s jubilant and rocking with warm hearty laughter like Santa McClaus, and he’s never just angry; he’s absolutely furious and is ten seconds from steam blasting out of his ears like a cartoon character. . On Titus’ right bicep is the tattoo of a scottish claymore with a green ribbon hanging from it and blowing in the wind. Titus’ voice is gruff and deep, like he has roid rage. He almost always sounds angry and unintelligent.

Attire:

Imagine a city kid trying to look like a lumberjack. Titus is fond of tight jeans and flannel shirts that make him look like a bigger douchebag than he already is. The flannel is often rolled up to his elbows to make him look like he does more than lift weights and drink creatine for a living. He wears a pair of brown hiking boots on his feet. When it’s hot out, he’ll wear a muscle shirt and basketball shorts to show off his huge muscles as well as a pair of ripoff Oakley sunglasses (actually the phrase “ripoff Oakley Sunglasses” describes Titus pretty well).

Personality

Innate & Outward Personality:

The most hilarious and informative way to experience Titus’ personality is firsthand, so this will be brief. In short, Titus is a douchebag. He has a very short temper, and has a habit of acting like a total moron when he’s pissed off. He makes terrible decisions when angry that usually lead him down a path that makes him look stupid and weak. He loves fighting, and loves gloating about fighting more. Titus rarely wins fights, despite his powers, making him the ultimate iron buttmonkey. He is obsessed with being the best and anyone who tries to look stronger or better than him. Titus seriously has an inferiority complex when it comes to other men. He absolutely has to be the alpha in any conversation or else someone’s about to get in a fight with a giant. It’s not even that he’s just being a jerk; it literally drives him crazy when anyone tries to say they’re stronger or harder-working than him. Titus fancies himself a ladies man. Ladies, however, do not. Most women find Titus creepy and overbearing. He rarely ever has a girlfriend, although if you asked him, he sleeps with a different girl every day of the week. Once again, inferiority complex.

Hobbies/Interests:

Lift, drink more than he should, lift, smoke, flirt badly, not get laid, lift, drink protein, lift, brag, drive like an idiot, lift, watch football, cheer way too overbearingly, smash things when the refs make bad calls, and lift. He likes playing basketball.

Skills/Talents:

Not winning fights and not getting laid. He’s a master at both of those. He can play bass, but rarely does because he says it’s “lame”. The bass has the same opinion of you as you do of it, Titus. So does your mother. Titus is the best power lifter in the world, but he’s not allowed to compete because he’s a meta. He’s decent at basketball too.

Prized Possession:

None

Quote(s):

“WHY ARE YOU SO WEAK?”

History/Bio:

I have used Titus MacArthur five times in roleplays, and I’ve never once given him a suitable backstory. Let’s fix that.

Titus MacArthur was born in Black Fall, Pennsylvania, to a father who was an Army colonel and a mother who spent most of her time complaining about how things could be better. From his birth, Titus knew that he was different; he was never as smart as others, only learning to talk at about two years old. He had a lot of developmental problems growing up due to his strange mutations and doctors had no idea what exactly was the problem. They discovered the problem when at age three Titus walked out of the fifth story window of his apartment and landed on concrete. He was pronounced dead at the scene until he woke up in the middle of the ambulance ride and started giggling. It was then that the doctors knew that Titus MacArthur was a rather exceptional metahuman.

Titus began to grow rapidly at that point, and by age seven he was 5’6”, taller than any other kid in his school. He was bullied initially for his size, and, as his secondary power had yet to kick in, he became a bit of a punching bag for other students. He got beat up often in school but he had no bruises to show because they always healed before he got home. Then one day at recess when Titus was twelve, Titus was walking along a road which ran by the school when a real jackass of a kid pushed him into oncoming traffic. Titus was hit by a pickup truck and went airborne, where he skidded and made quite a bloody mess. As he laid limp on the ground, he began to convulse and his muscles began to move as if snakes were crawling under his skin. He woke back up a few days later with the muscle tone of a full-grown Hulk and the testosterone of a bull gorilla. He stayed at the hospital for about a week and then left fully healed despite having shattered several very important bones. The first thing that Titus did when he got back to school was find the kid who kicked him and throw him through a wall, breaking half of the bones of his body. Then he demolished the principal’s car. Obviously, the world of public education was no longer sufficient for Titus. The doctors suggested that he be sent to Academy 218, a school for metahumans like himself who needed special teachers to keep them from, y’know, destroying the world. At first, Titus’ parents weren’t too fond of the idea of sending their son away to a school, but the next time Titus walked by one of his classmates’ houses, he was shot in the leg. He shattered both of the gunman’s femurs and made quite the hole in his concrete steps.

A few months later, Titus enrolled and has been at The Academy ever since. He’s never been very well-liked due to his general demeanor of “GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR” and he gets into a lot of fights. In fact, Titus has been there so long and has gotten detention so many times that he has his very own room made of a titanium alloy where he is put when he gets detention (because the old concrete maximum security detention cell wasn’t enough).

Family:

Col. Alan MacArthur: Father.
Courtney MacArthur: Mother.
Duane MacArthur: Younger brother.

Relationships

Abilities

Power Class:

Super System

Power:

Titus is a possessor of near-unconquerable strength and regeneration. Take Hulk’s strength and give it to Wolverine and you have Titus MacArthur. Titus can smash cars, lift train engines, and crush a human skull with one hand. He can lift somewhere around 20,000 pounds, enough to bench press a pickup truck and shot put a Prius. Titus can do this because he has six times the number of muscle cells as a regular human, and these muscle cells are three times more durable than a human’s, greatly compounding his physical strength. Titus’ strength is also increased by the fact that his body is constantly over-producing testosterone, making him incredibly aggressive. He usually takes some medication to decrease his testosterone output, but it still cannot prevent a ton of it from getting into his system.

So, to answer the burning question, yes, Titus does in fact lift.

His bones are fortified to be able to withstand Titus’ strength, and if he does lift too much, his body can regenerate extremely well. Titus can heal pretty easily. Small wounds only take a few minutes to heal, and wounds on his body rarely take more than three hours to heal. The worst wound he ever got, shattering his skull, took about five days to heal. Titus is also immune to poisons and disease due to his hyper-efficient immune system. The trick to Titus’ regeneration is his incredible amount of stem cells. All of Titus’ organs, bones, and muscle cells are surrounded by quick-multiplying stem cells that activate at the moment of damage and begin to quickly replace damaged tissues. The hyperactive immune system helps this by attacking any tumors that form, making tumors highly unlikely to persist in Titus’ body (but not impossible). This gives Titus a sort of autoimmune disorder, but his stem cells reproduce so fast that it is rarely noticeable unless he received some horribly awful wound, in which case he could get rashes and such.

Limits:

Titus cannot survive instant-death situations such as being shot in the head by a large-caliber bullet or being beheaded. He cannot replace lost limbs of any kind, and he also cannot replace an entire organ if the organ and its stem cell shell group is completely removed. Titus also is not immune to pain. No matter what happens to Titus, he always feels it, whether he’s shot through the heart or thrown off of the top of a building. His healing actually increases his pain, making him more likely to pass out from excessive pain. Whenever Titus receives any kind of serious head wound, he passes out, so his head is a weak point. Also, when Titus is really badly wounded, his autoimmune disease can kick in, causing inflammation and body rashes which, while not fatal, are quite painful and slow his healing factor.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

Titus is strong. He can smash pretty much anything in the rp, but his powers with his personality bears similarities to giving a seven-year-old a sledgehammer. To put it frankly, Titus isn’t very smart, like, at all. He has an extremely low iQ and, due to numerous brain injuries and his stem cell layers, actually has less functioning brain cells than your average human. This gives Titus very little common sense, causing him to often do things like land in really obvious traps or keep running past an opponent and run through a wall. Titus is very easy to outsmart. His testosterone increase amplifies this as it makes him always on the impulsive and aggressive side of things.

Another negative to Titus’ power is his tremendous weight. Despite having little fat, Titus is incredibly heavy, meaning that he is slow and can have his own momentum used against him. Any accomplished finesse fighter will discover quickly that once Titus gets going, it’s damn hard for him to stop. This makes everything around Titus susceptible to collateral damage when he’s fighting, and walls often come tumbling down when he really gets into it. Agile opponents can easily use Titus’ sluggish nature and supernatural momentum to their advantage, sending him flying with ease. All of these factors make Titus a kind of iron buttmonkey, that character who you’d think would be the bringer of justice and the kicker of ass but who is actually fairly easy to beat. Sure, if you just stand there and take a punch from Titus MacArthur you’re fucking dead, but if you know what you’re doing he is an easy opponent to beat.

Other:

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Academy 218: Still looking for new people to join - now is the primetime.

@UrbanEvolution The song actually fits Titus well, considering that he's a bully who is a bully because he was bullied.

Academy 218: Still looking for new people to join - now is the primetime.

The Great and Powerful Titus MacArthur

Basic Information

Name:

Titus MacArthur

Nickname/Alias/Etc:

Roid Rage, Roid Muncher, Barry Bonds, Meathead, Buttmonkey

Gender:

Male

Age:

17

Height:

7'0"

Weight:

480 lbs

Type:

Returning

Appearance

Hair Color:

Red

Eye Color:

Olive

Ethnicity:

Scottish-American

Physical Appearance:

Titus is a giant of a man. Standing at 7’0”, Titus looks down at professional basketball players. He is ripped to a ridiculous point, his entire body sculpted of gigantic, well-formed musculature. He has legs like tree trunks and long arms like concrete pillars He has an enormous pair of hands, big enough to palm a basketball, and a thick neck that makes his head look somewhat small. He has a very wide stance that makes it look like the ground should shake when he walks, and a wide barrel chest that makes him look even more enormous than he already is. Titus’ hair matches his burly appearance. It is kept in a short bush of sorts, and resembles a mane. On his face is a massive full red beard that makes him look almost like an alpha male. He has a prominent nose and intense-looking dark green eyes that make his emotions look much more intense. Titus is never just “happy”, he’s jubilant and rocking with warm hearty laughter like Santa McClaus, and he’s never just angry; he’s absolutely furious and is ten seconds from steam blasting out of his ears like a cartoon character. . On Titus’ right bicep is the tattoo of a scottish claymore with a green ribbon hanging from it and blowing in the wind. Titus’ voice is gruff and deep, like he has roid rage. He almost always sounds angry and unintelligent.

Attire:

Imagine a city kid trying to look like a lumberjack. Titus is fond of tight jeans and flannel shirts that make him look like a bigger douchebag than he already is. The flannel is often rolled up to his elbows to make him look like he does more than lift weights and drink creatine for a living. He wears a pair of brown hiking boots on his feet. When it’s hot out, he’ll wear a muscle shirt and basketball shorts to show off his huge muscles as well as a pair of ripoff Oakley sunglasses (actually the phrase “ripoff Oakley Sunglasses” describes Titus pretty well).

Personality

Innate & Outward Personality:

The most hilarious and informative way to experience Titus’ personality is firsthand, so this will be brief. In short, Titus is a douchebag. He has a very short temper, and has a habit of acting like a total moron when he’s pissed off. He makes terrible decisions when angry that usually lead him down a path that makes him look stupid and weak. He loves fighting, and loves gloating about fighting more. Titus rarely wins fights, despite his powers, making him the ultimate iron buttmonkey. He is obsessed with being the best and anyone who tries to look stronger or better than him. Titus seriously has an inferiority complex when it comes to other men. He absolutely has to be the alpha in any conversation or else someone’s about to get in a fight with a giant. It’s not even that he’s just being a jerk; it literally drives him crazy when anyone tries to say they’re stronger or harder-working than him. Titus fancies himself a ladies man. Ladies, however, do not. Most women find Titus creepy and overbearing. He rarely ever has a girlfriend, although if you asked him, he sleeps with a different girl every day of the week. Once again, inferiority complex.

Hobbies/Interests:

Lift, drink more than he should, lift, smoke, flirt badly, not get laid, lift, drink protein, lift, brag, drive like an idiot, lift, watch football, cheer way too overbearingly, smash things when the refs make bad calls, and lift. He likes playing basketball.

Skills/Talents:

Not winning fights and not getting laid. He’s a master at both of those. He can play bass, but rarely does because he says it’s “lame”. The bass has the same opinion of you as you do of it, Titus. So does your mother. Titus is the best power lifter in the world, but he’s not allowed to compete because he’s a meta. He’s decent at basketball too.

Prized Possession:

None

Quote(s):

“WHY ARE YOU SO WEAK?”

History/Bio:

I have used Titus MacArthur five times in roleplays, and I’ve never once given him a suitable backstory. Let’s fix that.

Titus MacArthur was born in Detroit, Michigan to a father who was an Army colonel and a mother who spent most of her time complaining about how things could be better. From his birth, Titus knew that he was different; he was never as smart as others, only learning to talk at about two years old. He had a lot of developmental problems growing up due to his strange mutations and doctors had no idea what exactly was the problem. They discovered the problem when at age three Titus walked out of the fifth story window of his apartment and landed on concrete. He was pronounced dead at the scene until he woke up in the middle of the ambulance ride and started giggling. It was then that the doctors knew that Titus MacArthur was a rather exceptional metahuman.

Titus began to grow rapidly at that point, and by age seven he was 5’6”, taller than any other kid in his school. He was bullied initially for his size, and, as his secondary power had yet to kick in, he became a bit of a punching bag for other students. He got beat up often in school but he had no bruises to show because they always healed before he got home. Then one day at recess when Titus was twelve, Titus was walking along a road which ran by the school when a real jackass of a kid pushed him into oncoming traffic. Titus was hit by a pickup truck and went airborne, where he skidded and made quite a bloody mess. As he laid limp on the ground, he began to convulse and his muscles began to move as if snakes were crawling under his skin. He woke back up a few days later with the muscle tone of a full-grown Hulk and the testosterone of a bull gorilla. He stayed at the hospital for about a week and then left fully healed despite having shattered several very important bones. The first thing that Titus did when he got back to school was find the kid who kicked him and throw him through a wall, breaking half of the bones of his body. Then he demolished the principal’s car. Obviously, the world of public education was no longer sufficient for Titus. The doctors suggested that he be sent to Academy 218, a school for metahumans like himself who needed special teachers to keep them from, y’know, destroying the world. At first, Titus’ parents weren’t too fond of the idea of sending their son away to a school, but the next time Titus walked by one of his classmates’ houses, he was shot in the leg. He shattered both of the gunman’s femurs and made quite the hole in his concrete steps.

A few months later, Titus enrolled and has been at The Academy ever since. He’s never been very well-liked due to his general demeanor of “GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR” and he gets into a lot of fights. In fact, Titus has been there so long and has gotten detention so many times that he has his very own room made of a titanium alloy where he is put when he gets detention (because the old concrete maximum security detention cell wasn’t enough).

Family:

Col. Alan MacArthur: Father.
Courtney MacArthur: Mother.
Duane MacArthur: Younger brother.

Relationships

Abilities

Power Class:

Super System

Power:

Titus is a possessor of near-unconquerable strength and regeneration. Take Hulk’s strength and give it to Wolverine and you have Titus MacArthur. Titus can smash cars, lift train engines, and crush a human skull with one hand. He can lift somewhere around 20,000 pounds, enough to bench press a pickup truck and shot put a Prius. Titus can do this because he has six times the number of muscle cells as a regular human, and these muscle cells are three times more durable than a human’s, greatly compounding his physical strength. Titus’ strength is also increased by the fact that his body is constantly over-producing testosterone, making him incredibly aggressive. He usually takes some medication to decrease his testosterone output, but it still cannot prevent a ton of it from getting into his system.

So, to answer the burning question, yes, Titus does in fact lift.

His bones are fortified to be able to withstand Titus’ strength, and if he does lift too much, his body can regenerate extremely well. Titus can heal pretty easily. Small wounds only take a few minutes to heal, and wounds on his body rarely take more than three hours to heal. The worst wound he ever got, shattering his skull, took about five days to heal. Titus is also immune to poisons and disease due to his hyper-efficient immune system. The trick to Titus’ regeneration is his incredible amount of stem cells. All of Titus’ organs, bones, and muscle cells are surrounded by quick-multiplying stem cells that activate at the moment of damage and begin to quickly replace damaged tissues. The hyperactive immune system helps this by attacking any tumors that form, making tumors highly unlikely to persist in Titus’ body (but not impossible). This gives Titus a sort of autoimmune disorder, but his stem cells reproduce so fast that it is rarely noticeable unless he received some horribly awful wound, in which case he could get rashes and such.

Limits:

Titus cannot survive instant-death situations such as being shot in the head by a large-caliber bullet or being beheaded. He cannot replace lost limbs of any kind, and he also cannot replace an entire organ if the organ and its stem cell shell group is completely removed. Titus also is not immune to pain. No matter what happens to Titus, he always feels it, whether he’s shot through the heart or thrown off of the top of a building. His healing actually increases his pain, making him more likely to pass out from excessive pain. Whenever Titus receives any kind of serious head wound, he passes out, so his head is a weak point. Also, when Titus is really badly wounded, his autoimmune disease can kick in, causing inflammation and body rashes which, while not fatal, are quite painful and slow his healing factor.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

Titus is strong. He can smash pretty much anything in the rp, but his powers with his personality bears similarities to giving a seven-year-old a sledgehammer. To put it frankly, Titus isn’t very smart, like, at all. He has an extremely low iQ and, due to numerous brain injuries and his stem cell layers, actually has less functioning brain cells than your average human. This gives Titus very little common sense, causing him to often do things like land in really obvious traps or keep running past an opponent and run through a wall. Titus is very easy to outsmart. His testosterone increase amplifies this as it makes him always on the impulsive and aggressive side of things.

Another negative to Titus’ power is his tremendous weight. Despite having little fat, Titus is incredibly heavy, meaning that he is slow and can have his own momentum used against him. Any accomplished finesse fighter will discover quickly that once Titus gets going, it’s damn hard for him to stop. This makes everything around Titus susceptible to collateral damage when he’s fighting, and walls often come tumbling down when he really gets into it. Agile opponents can easily use Titus’ sluggish nature and supernatural momentum to their advantage, sending him flying with ease. All of these factors make Titus a kind of iron buttmonkey, that character who you’d think would be the bringer of justice and the kicker of ass but who is actually fairly easy to beat. Sure, if you just stand there and take a punch from Titus MacArthur you’re fucking dead, but if you know what you’re doing he is an easy opponent to beat.

Other:

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Academy 218: Still looking for new people to join - now is the primetime.

No wonder I couldn't find this sunnovabitch. It was under casual. Any way I could still join this? I'm going to be late into the game due to my being in Italy next week, but I figured I'd check it out for old time's sake.

ZONES: -system offline-

"Uuuuuuuhhwhat the fuck?" Sierra Alvarez's eyelids fluttered open and she moaned as a female voice over the intercom woke her up. Her head buzzed and the fluorescent light clawed at her eyes. She was more than a little hung over. She got out of bed slowly, shielding her eyes from the light. 'Where the fuck am I?' she thought. Last she had remembered, she was on parole. This place looked like a prison. Minus the tv, that is; it must be a new way to pacify the weak-minded. The obvious answer was that she had gotten a disorderly conduct. Again. She shrugged her shoulders and walked over to the bathroom and walked in. That was a nice touch.

The more dressed Sierra became, the more confused she became. These were nothing like prison smocks. They were much too clean and they actually fit right. And last night she hadn't been drinking, she thought. Wait...what was she doing last night? She couldn't remember. 'Must be the hangover'. She grabbed a pair of sunglasses sitting on the bathroom sink. They were so thoughtful. She got dressed and left the cell through a door. Another nice touch.

Upon entering the hallway, Sierra realized that this couldn't be a prison. The walls were too clean and the doors weren't barred. She passed by a few faceless automatons who bid her good day. They asked if she needed help with anything. She told them to go fuck themselves. If this wasn't a prison, Sierra wasn't going to behave. If this was a prison, well, Sierra still wasn't going to behave. She noticed a few other people making their way towards wherever she was going. She didn't speak and half-followed them to find her way. Her head was throbbing and she couldn't think. 'Fucking hangover.'

Upon entering the cafeteria, Sierra saw a room full of others. Some wore jumpsuits a different color than hers, and some were the same. She wondered if that had anything to do with what crime they had committed. She was about to sit down at a table far from the others, but decided instead that her head hurt and she needed Advil. She walked up to a group of other inmates. Maybe they'd know what's going on.

"Anybody here know where I can get some Advil and a coffee?" Sierra grumbled half-audibly "My head really hurts."

ZONES: -system offline-

Gonna PM you my CS soon, Septic. Are there any Zones you need me to be?

@ScarlettWaters16

I'm not septic, but there's no Zone 2-ers. Also don't expect a post out of me until midweek. I have a bio test to do.

ZONES: -system offline-

Exactly what would be the benefit of being part giraffe?

ZONES: -system offline-

You cannot kill me. I am but an idea, a shade floating through the cosmos.

ZONES: -system offline-

Eli is Shaun from Assassins Creed. Jus' sayin.

ZONES: -system offline-

Sierra Alvarez

NAME: Sierra Alvarez
AGE: 26
GENDER: female
ZONE: 3

PERSONALITY: VROOOOM! Sierra is a hot-headed girl who’s all about speed (prepare for puns). She’s got a very fiery personality, possessing a short temper and very little patience. She gets pissed very easily, often complaining when things aren’t fast enough. She’s a very reckless individual, often charging into battle unprepared and not caring about the outcome. This, combined with her very stubborn nature and her impatience makes Sierra not much of a team player. She’s the rebel of the group, preferring to do what she wants instead of following orders. This gets her in trouble a lot, and she’s got her share of smudges on her police record.

The thing about Sierra is that she’s got potential but doesn’t use any of it. She’s had a really rough life, her dad being an alcoholic and her mother trying to pay the bills by selling herself as a prostitute. But instead of using the challenges in her life as motivation, Sierra uses them as excuses to pretty much be a professional detriment to society. She’s an alcoholic just like her father and she has “experimented” several times with a lot of different drugs. Perhaps one day something or someone will show Sierra that she can be more than she has become.

Sierra’s favorite thing in the world is cars. Ever since she was little, she’s been a huge racing enthusiast (call her a fucking redneck; I dare you) and she’s always wanted to be a racecar driver. She’s an excellent driver especially if you want to get somewhere the fastest and most illegal way you can, and she’s mastered the art of drift racing. Her goal in life is to be a professional stunt driver, though she hasn’t exactly mastered this career considering that she keeps ending up in jail. Sierra’s strongly feminist. The best way to piss her off is to tell an anti-women's rights joke. She’s a big fan of spicy mexican food, female rock bands (like Halestorm and Paramore), and animes (but call her a weeaboo and you’ll find yourself in the ICU).

And yes, since your dirty minds have been thinking this the entire time, she does like it fast.

HISTORY: Sierra was born in San Francisco, California, but she didn’t stay there long. Her father was a naval helicopter pilot who worked on an aircraft carrier, and her mother stayed at home, taking care of both Sierra and her older brother Allen. Over the course of her childhood, Sierra moved from San Francisco to Houston to Virginia Beach to Patuneux. When Sierra was ten, her father was off in the Middle East flying marines into Iraq when his helicopter was shot down. He crashed in the desert and stayed their for several days, going in and out of consciousness for that time. He sustained severe physical scars, but the mental ones were worse. He was honorably discharged from the military upon his return, where he became an abusive drunk. He began to becomes abusive towards his family, beating Sierra’s mother and breaking Allen’s jaw. He was found out by police, and testified guilty by means of insanity in court. He was sent to a mental rehabilitation center where he stayed for several years, getting treatment for his alcoholism as well as his PTSD. Sierra’s mother divorced him while he was there and over the course of the next few years, she became a heroin addict.

When Sierra was fourteen, her brother and mom got in a huge fight which led to Allen leaving. He travelled back west and Sierra hasn’t seen him since. Throughout her high school career, it was obvious that Sierra had some problems. She was suspended several times from school for getting into fights and, like her father, became an alcoholic. At age sixteen, she got her first DUI. Her mother was furious with her, but Sierra didn’t care. She lost all respect for her mother after “the men” started coming in. At first Sierra thought that her mother was trying to move on, but after a while it became obvious that there were too many men coming in the house for this to just be dating around. Sierra’s mother had resorted to prostitution to pay the bills.

As soon as she turned eighteen, Sierra ran away. She moved to Baltimore (the family was in Norfolk at the time) where she worked as a bartender to pay her bills. She kept telling herself that she’d never become like her parents, but as she sank deeper into alcoholism it became obvious that it was going to be an uphill battle.

Then she met Frank. Frank was a man about Sierra’ age who, like her, had a great interest in racing and cars. He was a fairly moral and self-sufficient guy, a political affairs major at University of Baltimore with a bright career path in front of him. Though they couldn’t be more different, Sierra saw something she liked in him and they began dating. They moved in together, renting an apartment near Frank’s school, and together they bought Sierra’s first car, a 2012 Corvette Stingray, which at that point was kind of a junker car, caught in that rift of antiquism where it wasn’t old enough to be “vintage”, like a nineties car. With his help, Sierra quit drinking and had her life back on the right track. She began using the car in amateur racing competitions, where she began to make a good bit of money. At age 22, Sierra Alvarez married Frank Williams. The marriage, however, was short-lived, as soon after the “accident” happened.

Sierra was driving in a drift-race when for some reason, her brakes refused to work. She began to accelerate uncontrollably and crashed into the car in front of her, causing a massive car accident. Sierra woke up two months later with one arm and an one ear. Luckily, she had a good bit of money saved up, and her and Frank were able to purchase advanced prosthetics to fix her. Even with a new arm, Sierra was never the same again. She returned to drinking and not long later divorced Frank. Her condition with her arm disqualified her from racing, and so she decided to prove herself by doing less legal races. She was arrested in 2032 for a DUI, resisting arrest, and drug possession. She was sentenced to eight months in prison and got two months extra for a fight. She tried to clean up her act with a therapist, but it wasn’t long after that she got arrested again for shoplifting. When the dreams began, she was on parole.

APPERANCE

• PHYSICAL: Sierra’s a slightly taller-than-average girl, standing at 5’9” and weighing 145 lbs. She is fairly muscular, with toned arms, legs, and abs, meaning that if asked “do you even lift” Sierra would respond “yes, yes I do.” While she’s not particularly gifted with feminine charm in the social or physical form, many people find Sierra’s body to be attractive because of the way she carries herself, with her head held high and her well-define hips jaunting back and forth like the hindquarters of a cat. She moves somewhat gracefully, her body rippling almost sexually when she moves, from her legs to her arm-
  
  Oh yeah, I should probably mention that Sierra only has one real arm. Sierra’s right arm from the shoulder down is completely artificial, and thanks to modern medical technologies, moves roughly like a normal arm. The arm is robotic and consists of a black sleeve with an armor-like plate on the shoulder and a silver stripe going down to her hand. The arm makes a quiet robotic whirring sound when she moves it.
  
  Sierra is half-asian and half-caucasian, and so her skin is a very light coppery color. She has a roughly heart-shaped face and deep-set, almond-shaped eyes which are blue in color. Sierra’s hair is kept in a short Asian mullet, similar to the hair of the Final Fantasy character Lightning (Sierra was an anime nerd when she was younger, so this is intentional). Her hair is light brown with dark red highlights. Her hair generally covers her ears, so they are rarely seen. Sierra’s left ear is a slightly different skin tone than the rest of her face and has scars around it from where the skin graft was placed. She has a thin, rounded nose; occasionally, she wears a small stud in the right side of her nose. Her lips are full and a light pink in color, though she usually wears red lipstick. There is a thin scar running across the underside of the left side of her jawline. Sierra almost always has a very cocky smile on her face. Her teeth are very well taken care of. If one were to look closely, they would see that all of the molars on the bottom right side of Sierra’s mouth are fake, though this is hard to tell.
• IN-ZONE: When in Nexus-mode, Sierra appears physically just as she does in real life, though her irises turn dark orange and red, like a fire. She dresses like she does in real life in this form, wearing black leather pants, a rock band tee shirt, and a black leather jacket. A pocket of the jacket contains a lighter and a box of strange cylindrical objects which Sierra realized are cigarettes. She generally has about ten cigarettes in her pocket every time she enters the Nexus. Sierra’s arm in this world is much more primitive looking, and is somewhat steampunk in nature, with pistons sticking out of the top and gears inside. It is bronze in color and clanks loudly when she moves it.
  
  In REM form, Sierra looks much more terrifying. Her hair turns pitch black and oily, and her eyes turn pure black like the eyes of a demon. Her fingernails turn black as well, and she exhales a thick black smoke when she breathes. The arm stays the same, though the metallic whirring becomes louder. Her voice is modified in REM form to sound deeper and more sinister.

POWERS
NEXUS: Sierra has the power to control and emit smog. The official definition of smog is “fog or haze combined with smoke and other atmospheric pollutants.” but in Sierra’s case, this is manifested as a thick black smog which is harmful to the lungs, capable of causing serious respiratory problems if breathed in too much. The smog has a consistency similar to gaseous ink, making it heavy and hard to breathe in. Breathing in the smog too much can cause hallucinations and lung scarring. The smog is slightly heavier than oxygen and so it settles towards the ground when released, making it quite dangerous. Sierra doesn’t seem to have a limit of how much smog she can produce, but exhaling too much of it makes her dehydrate and causes her to become extremely dizzy. Sierra herself is immune to the respiratory problems caused by her smog, but she cannot protect others from it, making her easily capable of causing collateral damage. Also, while Sierra can propel the smog in a certain direction, she cannot control its diffusion.

Sierra’s smog has the secondary effect of leaving a sticky black film on all non-biological surfaces. This film is an oil-like residue which is black in coloration. Sierra has the ability to manipulate this film in order to use it as a weapon, though it isn’t overly strong and she cannot make complex shapes with it. Sierra’s arm is slightly stronger than a human arm, allowing her to throw powerful punches.

REM: Sierra’s smog in this form becomes significantly more powerful, and she also becomes able to manipulate/generate sludge. Sludge is, in general, an oily residue usually generated by industrial processes. Sierra has the ability to generate this sludge and change its forms, allowing her to construct vicious monsters made of thick black sludge. The monsters are for all intents and purposes, mindless, and share Sierra’s aggressive nature. She has the ability to control the sludge golems, but she’s not particularly skilled in it since she oftentimes becomes afraid of them. The sludge golems are extremely strong, comparable in strength to a chimpanzee, and are capable of snapping bones and tearing skin. The sludge golems fear fire, but when set ablaze become much more dangerous. They can be damaged just like a human can and are capable of dying, but do not feel pain unless burned. Sierra doesn’t have to just create golems of her sludge. She can also create weapons of sludge and can move quickly by riding on a wave of it. The sludge smells terrible and is poisonous just like the smog, so contact with any kind of open wound will cause a serious infection. Sierra’s smog in the REM form is much more dangerous, capable of causing severe respiratory damage reminiscent of hydrogen cyanide, causing lung scarring, extreme vertigo, seizures, apnea (loss of mechanical breathing) and cardiac arrest. A few breaths of the smog can easily kill anything with lungs. While Sierra’s smog is exponentially more powerful in this form, she can also control its diffusion to a degree, lessening the possibility of collateral damage. Extremely high levels of hydroxycobalamin (vitamin B12) can cure the poisoning, though it must be administered almost immediately in order to prevent death. When Sierra kills an opponent in REM form, their body quickly turns into a black dust or smoke, which she inhales. This makes her stronger over time (like Henry’s consuming enemies to get stronger).

OTHER: Themesong