Basic Information
Name:Jude Tucker Biggs (Most people just call him him Biggs.)
Age:19
Gender:Male
Appearance:At just under three-hundred fifty pounds (347lbs to be exact), Biggs certainly lives up to his name. He carries it well enough on his large six-foot-five frame, though the weight is still rather prevalent across his body. His chest and back carry a lot of it, folding and sagging every which way, and for the curious, yes, the man boobage is strong in this one. Not as bad as it could be, but many would probably elect to keep their shirts on in his position. But wait, there’s more. A round, sagging gut juts over his waistline, reaching down to rest in front of the button of his pants. His upper arms and thighs could resemble short tree trunks, tapering off slowly until the respective joints, then narrowing sharply to the hands/feet. And his extremities are rather short and stumpy as well.
His face could not dodge the ravages of weight either. It is round, ending in a cleft chin, which sits atop a fold of skin that might as well be his real chin. But he has solved that little issue. A brown beard, nay, a truly magnificent mane covers his jawline and reaches down onto his neck, following it to just above his Adam’s Apple. The hair is thick, extending out about two inches from his skin. This is in stark contrast to his head which is buzzed nearly completely bald. His eyebrows lay in a light crescent over his downturned pale blue eyes.
Small moles dot the young man’s otherwise blemish-free ruddy skin. On his face, there are a couple dark spots on his left cheek, but the right cheek is where all the fun is. Along with a few more spots, Biggs has two slightly raised bumps between his eye and nostril, maybe an inch and some change apart at most. The bumps are about half the diameter of the standard #2 pencil eraser.
As for clothing and the like...well, it ain’t easy looking fly when you’re confined to the “Big & Tall” sections in stores. Sure, he could always just order his outfits online but that’d be a bit out of his budget. So he makes due. More than not, he’ll be wearing some sort of graphic tee and jeans. Or trousers. Or whatever will fit, really. At least when it comes to accessories he has a bit more freedom. Biggs is rarely seen without a duckbill cap in various patterns. Both ears are stretched out a touch and now house curved steel bars. And on his left wrist is an
Omega knock-off. Stainless steel bracelet and an ocean blue dial. While it’s not the real deal, it’s not a bad little timepiece.
And finally, one of the more noticeable features of the Big Man...the tattoos. Biggs is absolutely covered in them. Coupled with his overall large features and the guy can come across as rather intimidating to some. He is rocking full sleeves connecting to a large portrait of a majestic kodiak bear ferociously roaring on his back. Under his bear are the names of his mother and brothers. A few tattoos rest on his neck, most noticeably is the number four. Considering he grew up on fourth street, one can connect the dots. And across his fingers on his right hand the the letters “B-I-G-G”. The left fingers spell out “S-H-O-T.”
Fight or flight. It’s the natural response a creature has to a harmful event, attack, or threat to survival. Being a big boy growing up, Jude Biggs never exactly excelled at the whole flight concept. He wasn’t much better at fight either, but out of the two, one of them used his weight as an advantage while the other was merely hindered by it. While he’s no Rocky, Biggs can hold his own in a fight if it came down to it. He’s not trained in any sort of style, but one tends to pick up the basics pretty quickly when one gets beat down every other day.
Biggs is a much lover than a fighter, so to speak. He’s rather musically inclined, possessing a rather lovely singing voice as well as decent skills on trumpet, saxophone, and piano. And while he cannot draw to save his life, and his handwriting is on the extreme fringes of legibility, the boy can put words together fairly well. Poetry and songwriting tends to be his jam. When he combines these, well, Biggs ends up being a rather clever rapper.
While not the most athletic guy around, Biggs digs basketball. He’s always up for a pick-up game. And while the other players are likely to run circles around him, the guy’s can hit net like nobody’s business.
Little extra tidbit for you, dear readers, because I love and cherish you all and am totally not trying to fluff this shit out longer than it needs to be: Biggs can bake! Cakes, cookies, the whole nine yards. And the shit tastes fan-fuckin’-tastic. Doesn’t look half bad, neither. If the drug game doesn’t work out, there may be a future as a pastry chef in the works for him.
Brief Backstory:Bradley Biggs and Jennifer Maloney had been seeing each other for only a couple months when after a drunken night of debauchery, Jude was conceived. Named after her father and Bradley’s brother, Jude Tucker Biggs ended up the first of eventually three boys between the trucker and substitute teacher. Though shortly after Jennifer got pregnant with Benjamin, Bradley packed up his truck one last time and hit the highway, never to return.
Jennifer tried her best raising the boys, and for the most part, Jude turned out mostly alright. Granted, he did end up maturing a bit before his time. With no father in the picture, Jude had to step up as it were, helping his mother with the housework and caring for his little brothers whenever needed. But kids will still be kids, and even the mature young Biggs could be a brat from time to time.
At some point during his childhood that Biggs realized that there was something a bit...different about him. He was too strong for a kid his age. He ended up breaking things left and right completely by accident. Even he knew something was up. After all, when he was able to lift the family car up just to retrieve a ball that had rolled under it, well, it doesn’t take a genius to know that shouldn’t happen. Somehow he managed to keep it a secret, only telling his mother once. She was so terrified for the boy that she forbid him from ever using the power around others. He complied, and thus his little ability was never actually discovered, or more importantly, registered. It was hard though. He was a heavy kid, and frequently got into fights with the other kids on the block. It wasn’t just the weight though, that attracted the teasing. His lack of a father, his brother’s apparent “slowness”, and terrible rumors about his mother were all fuel for the fire. It took more than a little restraint to keep from smashing some skulls...but he managed. And while he did end up mellowing out a bit as he grew older, those early years really were rough.
The little hellion didn’t end his reign of terror at sloppy playground brawls either. He stole things. Often. It could be anything as small as a candybar from the shop at the end of the block, or money from somebody’s unattended purse. He knew what he was doing was technically wrong, but the young Biggs valued his family’s wants and needs over abstract concepts such as morality. Ethics be damned, if his baby brother was hungry and there was no food in the house, he’d make sure the kid could eat.
His youthful shenanigans eventually matured into slightly older crime. Drugs. While he never did actually join the local gang, he did know some people on the inside. They got him hooked up with what he needed. And though Jude never had much of a taste for the product, he was absolutely addicted to the money it brought in. He was a small time dealer, but he was pretty successful. Maybe it was luck that he was never busted for it. Or maybe he was just a drug dealing prodigy? In any case, the family’s income tended to be a bit higher than what the IRS would see at the end of the year. If Jennifer knew what he was doing, and she probably did, she didn’t seem to care.
It was during this time that Biggs met the men that would become his best friends. Sanjay Tamboli, Gabriel Maloney, and Derek Hughes. The four together made for excellent business partners, and the great times seemed as if they’d never end. It was bliss. Pure, drug-tainted bliss. They even made a shitty garage band, Daffodildo, where they picked up Jordan Adkins as a bassist and her sister Meghan Glover on drums.
But the dealing soon came to an abrupt stop after some close run-ins with the law. Biggs realized that he was found out before he was actually fingered though. While the law knew he was on the wrong side of the D.A.R.E. campaign, they couldn’t gather enough to nail him. He threw in the towel and washed his hands of the whole deal. He’d find another way to support the family. Maybe something a bit more legit.
He never had the chance.
In a matter of days, Jude Biggs’ world shattered apart.
Derek Hughes, Biggs’ best friend and lover, suffered a major heart attack after a night of alcohol-fueled speedballing. He went fairly peacefully. Bigg’s friend Gabriel was there, along with his own little brother Hector, and they all took a trip down the same slippery slope. Derek’s heart gave out, where Hector and Gabe nearly choked to death.
Devastated by the loss, and horrified that his baby brother was hooked on the same shit that he had been slinging, Jude fell into a bit of a depression. Blaming himself for his brother’s addiction, Biggs swore to himself that he’d get Hector clean. Somehow. No matter the cost.
Unfortunately, the cost tended to be a bit too steep, financially, at least. He simply couldn’t afford to get the boy into a rehab clinic. There was another option though. He could kept slinging. Build up enough money to get Hector some help, then he could quit for good.
Turned out that life wasn’t going to work the way he wanted it to.
One of Biggs’ former associates in the drug game fell hard. Fortunately for him, he had some information to trade, especially on some unregistered Meta-humans. Unfortunately for Biggs, he was one of those Meta-humans. Years of laying low thrown out the window just because some bozo couldn’t smell ham when it was staring him in the face. Great. When it came time for Biggs to come down, he didn’t even have anything he could trade to lessen his sentence: the bozo squealed like a damn pig.
Luckily, it was NEST that got to Biggs first. They crashed a bandmeeting between Biggs and the crew. They all went down. He was given some options. And though none of them sounded particularly great, he agreed to the Camp ThinkerRock route. If nothing else, it would be a bit quicker and, all things considered, it had to be better than the alternative. Right?
So Biggs found himself on his way to Camp ThinkerRock. He resigned to just do his time as quietly as possible, then get home. And maybe, just maybe, Hector wouldn’t have fallen TOO deep into the drugs...
Power Information
Super-System
Power:Superhuman Strength
There’s strong, and then there’s very strong. And slightly above that would be Biggs. For someone with his unique physique, it would be expected for him to be at least a little strong. After all, fat may be fat, but a man doesn’t just carry around the equivalent of an average woman or small man along with his natural weight and NOT get accustomed to some heavy lifting. That being said, what Jude can do is staggering. He is able to lift a staggering amount of weight fairly easily. Like, don't go to the gym with him. You will most likely feel like less than a man after he lifts your entire weight bench while you're hitting reps.
So how does that actually play into any use outside of cheap party tricks or gym dominance? To that, I ask you, have you ever been hit in the face by a powerlifter? It fucking sucks. So just use your imagination here. Make the connection. Go ahead. I'll wait.
...
Yeah.
So when slapping around fools isn't enough, it's time to get creative. Biggs LOVES to get creative. At his strength, one's environmental weapon arsenal tends to open up quite a bit. All of a sudden, dumpsters, street lamps, that hog dog cart down the block, they all become ammo for Mean Green Bigg Pitching Machine. And when none of that works, he can pull out the absolute big guns, so to speak.
I speak, of course, of your average compact. Tiny little hybrids, electric cars, and very few midsized cars all fall within Biggs' weight range. And while it may not be the equivalent of being run over and peeled out on, having Prius slamming down on top of a guy is just a painful, not to mention pathetic, way to go.
Enhanced Durability
With great power...blah blah blah. As one might expect, Biggs is pretty tough. For him to pull off some of the shit that he does, his body has to be pretty resistant. How else can he lift up that dumpster without his legs snapping, his arms giving out, and that dumpster crushing him like an ant beneath its feet?
Hell if we know. He obviously isn't in great shape physically, but that being said, he's a durable little fuck. That's not to say that one couldn't stroll up to him and introduce him to Mr. Shankey, the friendly neighborhood switchblade. His skin is still skin after all. But you're just not going to break his arm. Sorry Ms. Rousey, your armbar isn't going to be too useful here. His body seems capable of supporting up to ten times his body weight. Which is great. But...
Limits:Jude seems to have a hard limit of about three tons and some change. It seems to be tied in with his actual body weight. Or at least, Biggs have never tried lifting anything more than ten times his weight. He's big, but he ain't dumb. That’s the absolute maximum amount of weight he’s managed to pick up thus far. When he did so, he was unable to take even a single step. Just lifting the damn thing took everything he had. After tossing it, and it only going a few feet, Biggs hit the ground, exhausted. He had to rest for about a day or two before he felt normal again.
Super strength isn’t all sunshine and Priuses, either. While he’s had it a while, knowing exactly how much force to use on an object can be tricky, and it’s not exactly something one can simply turn off when one doesn’t want to use it. Seeing as how Biggs is buying a new alarm clock on a weekly basis, there are some kinks. Don’t shake his hand. Fist bump at your own risk.
And his durability...while his frame is pretty sturdy, its contents are not. It's like carrying around eggs in a steel carton. Piercing, burning, freezing, pretty much anything that isn't just straight up blunt trauma is going to hurt. A lot.
Weaknesses/Drawbacks:So yes, super strength can be pretty damn handy. But on it’s own, it’s not much to write home about.
Stamina is an issue here. Using his tremendous strength just tears through the guy’s energy. Extended exertion is guaranteed to damage his body heavily. And should he try to bear his maximum load for any extended period of time, he’ll quickly find himself exhausted to the point of passing out. The same can be said of the resistance aspect of his abilities. Sure, he can jump off a decent sized roof and land on his feet without his legs snapping like twigs, but he's going to pay for it. The higher the leap, the more force his body has to disperse, the more energy is devoured. That's what makes the maximum weight bearing so dangerous. He's getting hit on two fronts there. And should he continues past the point of exhaustion, well, Biggs is buying himself an express one-way ticket to Ash city. A few hundred pounds isn’t going to wipe him out, but it is better if uses his strength in short bursts with lower amounts, just to be safe.
He also moves slow as hell. Big guys usually aren’t known for their agile, graceful movements. Biggs is no exception. One of the easier ways to beat the big man is just to stay away and whittle him down with ranged attacks. Or bust a cap in his ass. Whatever floats your boat, really.
Or, if one feels frisky, get up close and sock him a couple of times. Despite his strength and size, Jude has absolutely zero fighting experience. His technique is nonexistent, his speed is pathetic, and his knowledge is limited at best. It’s not outrageous to say he could easily get his ass whooped. But when all you need is one good punch to end a fool...well, you can get away with being complete shit.
If somehow, someway, Biggs does end up with a broken bone or two, he's in for a bad time. Maybe it has something to do with just the strength of his frame, but the damn thing doesn't heal well, at all. A broken bone may last three, six, or even ten weeks in some people. Biggs is likely looking at double that. Twelve to twenty weeks is not outside the realm of possibility here. And with that knowledge, Biggs is SUPER careful when it comes to his body. Avoiding injuries is one of his top priories. Kind of sad, really. A man can take a punch like no one's business, survive falls that would cripple your average man, but should he somehow fracture his bone, he's on the bench for a long ass time.
Relationships
Family:Father: Bradley Biggs
Mother: Jennifer Murphy
Brother: Hector Biggs
Brother: Benjamin Biggs
Dynamics:Gabriel Maloney | Good | Bandmate/Best Friend | “Gabe...dude’s had it rough. Like, real rough. And despite that, he’s still so damn happy. I dunno, man, that’s a strong guy if you ask me. If anyone can kick this heroin shit, it’s him. And I’ll help him as much as I can. ” |
Jordan Glover |
Good |
Bandmate/Friend |
“Little Ollie is just plain awesome. She’s adorable. I just want to like, put her in my pocket and take her everywhere. She’s like the little sister I never had. Can I-Can I just go ahead and adopt her?”|
Meghan Glover |
Good |
[Bandmate/Friend |
“Meg’s crazy, man. And I mean crazy like, one day she’s going to call you up at three in the morning asking you to help her bury a dead hooker. And you’ll help, because while yeah, you’re scared of getting caught, you’re more terrified of what that crazy bitch is going to do to you if you don’t. Good kid though.” |
Sanjay Tamboli |
Good |
Bandmate/Best Friend |
“Ha ah...man, me an’ Sanjay go way back, y’know? We was runnin’ shit back in the day. I’d die for that fool in a heartbeat, no joke. I know he’d do the same. If there’s anyone a guy can count on, it’s Sanjay fuckin’ Tamboli.”|
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