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Name: Jordan Knight
Age: 25
Power: Champion of Anubis
Super Strength- Can easily overturn large trucks
Durability: Small arms fire will not harm him
Locust/Scarab Manipulation: Jordan can bend the actions if locusts and scarabs to his will
Feel No Pain: In fact, its hard for Jason to feel anything now days.
Judgment: Jordan can see into the hearts of mankind and truly judge their worth
Appearance: Jordan is a tall man, nearly 6'2 and broad. The bandages cover his body from head to toe while concealing his muscular frame. Taking a peek under the bandages you will see alabaster skin, deathly pale however he can only move the bandages aside for a moment before they snap back in place. Jordan's usual attire consists of a black trench coat, worn in jeans, and a sturdy pair of working boots.
Bio: Jordan was never someone special. He barely squeezed past highschool, never sought out higher education, and his only avenue for success was boxing which was destroyed after someone broke his Han in a bar brawl. With nothing going for him, Jordan began to take odd jobs and lived in his truck. It wasn't until he tried to end his worthless life did it really begin.
You see, his uncle was an archeologists and occultist both. Traveling to ancient ruins in an effort to unlock all of their secrets both magical and mundane. As it turned out the Knight family is highly involved in ancient secrets, old magic, and dark rituals. In his travels he found a jeweled scarab in Egypt with hieroglyphs ancient beyond measure but one thing was clear, it had something to do with death.
Having exhausting every other option he he had sent the scarab to his only living relative as a bauble several months earlier. Jordan had kept it wrapped in a leather string around his rear view mirror and as he OD'd on sleeping pills the scarabs hidden magic awoke. The whole area darkened as the scarab radiated darkness, not light, as his soul was dragged back into his his body.
Only one word was etched into his mind as he slept, Judgement.
Done, sorry it took so long.
Also I realize Thresh is being kinda jerkish, but trust me when I say Character Development. You just gotta give my baby some time.
When everyone began to move Thresh stayed farther behind in an effort to gain some sense of solitude. There was just too many people, besides the odd Cajun no one came to his area of the swamp, especially the inferior gators. Thresh didn't like it, they were too loud, they all smelled weird, and they were NOT like him. The only one he could vaguely identify was the one who drew close upon herself with her tail. Snack? Snake? Whatever she was he could see the similarities but again, not the same.
The scowl didn't change but a deep rumbling growl summoned itself deep within his chest, he did not like it here.
The scowl didn't change but a deep rumbling growl summoned itself deep within his chest, he did not like it here.
You guys post fast, dang.
Thresh was decidedly NOT happy. He had spent the last couple weeks locked up in a white room with nothing but the white suit men teaching him "words" and "etiquette" and to "read". The reading hurt his head, how could lines mean things? the only thing that meant things was his thoughts and he wasn't going to let some lines tell him what to think. However he would admit that he liked the pants they had given him, a blessing for everyone else as he refused to wear anything else, and the suspenders proved to be adequate in keeping him entertained as the truck drove him to his destination.
When he felt the truck eek to a stop Thresh was ready for anything, except for a weird...thing speaking to them. He assumed it was something like him but it was just too weird. In fact, none of the other things around him were like him. The white suit men lied to him again! Plastering a frown onto his face, Thresh grunted and waited.
When he felt the truck eek to a stop Thresh was ready for anything, except for a weird...thing speaking to them. He assumed it was something like him but it was just too weird. In fact, none of the other things around him were like him. The white suit men lied to him again! Plastering a frown onto his face, Thresh grunted and waited.
Ok guys, I changed Thresh's picture and animal percentage because it was a little too animally for my tastes. Check out the Character Tab for his new look, so to speak.
Name: Thresh
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Hybrid Animal: Nile Crocodile 75%
Abilities:
-Strength, Thresh is able to bend iron with great effort.
-Tough Hide, his skin can block most weapons fire but his chest and stomach aren't as durable.
-Lack of Pain, due to his rough skin and general reptilian body, Thresh cannot feel pain.
-Breath Deep, can hold his breath for two hours.
-Great swimmer, can swim at speeds up to 30 mph for hours
-Smell, smells good
History: Thresh never knew much, having been taken into the program when he was just five years old didn't let him grow all that much intellectually. In fact he has forgotten his old name and didn't even give himself one, the locals did. When the project was canceled he was taken to the deep swamps of New Orleans before he "escaped" his handlers shortly on arrival. He spent his days surviving in the swamps, fighting for territorial dominance in his little slice of land, all alligators were fought off and Thresh was on his own.
When the reclamation began Thresh was highly resistant to their efforts. He had become to used to solitude and the very back of his mind still held onto the memories of pain, fear, and anger towards these strange men. It took time, effort, and many tranquilizers but eventually he was taken back and evaluated.
His time alone had made him semi-feral, most of his early childhood was forgotten and his records before his changes were destroyed in the purge. Whoever Thresh was before would never be found out.
Unfortunately for the staff, Thresh holds a great deal of suspicion towards the normal people, especially towards scientists. Thresh is illiterate.
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Hybrid Animal: Nile Crocodile 75%
Abilities:
-Strength, Thresh is able to bend iron with great effort.
-Tough Hide, his skin can block most weapons fire but his chest and stomach aren't as durable.
-Lack of Pain, due to his rough skin and general reptilian body, Thresh cannot feel pain.
-Breath Deep, can hold his breath for two hours.
-Great swimmer, can swim at speeds up to 30 mph for hours
-Smell, smells good
History: Thresh never knew much, having been taken into the program when he was just five years old didn't let him grow all that much intellectually. In fact he has forgotten his old name and didn't even give himself one, the locals did. When the project was canceled he was taken to the deep swamps of New Orleans before he "escaped" his handlers shortly on arrival. He spent his days surviving in the swamps, fighting for territorial dominance in his little slice of land, all alligators were fought off and Thresh was on his own.
When the reclamation began Thresh was highly resistant to their efforts. He had become to used to solitude and the very back of his mind still held onto the memories of pain, fear, and anger towards these strange men. It took time, effort, and many tranquilizers but eventually he was taken back and evaluated.
His time alone had made him semi-feral, most of his early childhood was forgotten and his records before his changes were destroyed in the purge. Whoever Thresh was before would never be found out.
Unfortunately for the staff, Thresh holds a great deal of suspicion towards the normal people, especially towards scientists. Thresh is illiterate.
Done.
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