Name: The Dragonfly
Identity: Benedict R. Kaspin (Not his birth name. He's never told anyone that).
City of Operation: Chicago Illinois.
Appearance: Benedict's appearance is sub-human at best. He doesnt at all resemble the man he once was. Over the years he's grown into quite a specimen, demonstrating the 'mistakes' that have occurred in his whole experimentation process aren't necessarily bad things. Benedict often refers to himself as 'the dragon'. He truly lives up to his name, too.
Assuming he's completely naked (normally he wears some special clothing he's made for himself) the animal influence of his body becomes even more apparent. Ben is massive. He weighs slightly more an a metric ton (2000lbs) and stands over nine feet tall. Benedict's scales are a dull steely blue coloration, with a sandy colored belly and chest, and red feathers going along the sides of his neck and flanks. Even his weakest scales are fairly thick, and his strongest are about as puncture proof as kevlar. His arms and legs are thick and hulking, and every inch of Benedict's frame is taut with muscle; he is visibly the strongest person around- if you were to call him a person at this point. Benedict's mouth and jaw have extended outwards as his head has become a snout with his transformation, his nose and face broadening outwards into a very saurian snout, with his ears and nose and other cartilage structures degrading away. He is entirely unrecognizable as the man he once was; now, he just looks like some freakish thing that crawled up out of Jurassic Park. He has a long and thick tail that is easily as long as he is tall, which is extremely strong and powerfully muscled. It's very thick at the base and as it trails down- flattens out like that of a monitor lizard's. Making it excellent for swimming. Benedict's hands have mutated heavily, his fingers elongating and growing huge three-inch claws. With one, his pinky, becoming a rough nub, is degraded away leaving him with only four usable fingers. His feet have already fully morphed into three-toed saurian like feet. Each of the claws he has are thick and relatively dull, but easily over four inches long. Benedict, in short, looks like a Deathclaw and hulk had a lovechild. The result is someone who has been described as a force of nature.
Age: 39
Gender: "I'm a god damn dude."
Superpowers: Other than being incredibly strong and resilient, Benedict is fairly fast for his size. He's not going to be moving faster than Usain Bolt... but he definitely is capable of matching his pace in sprint.. and he's probably capable of holding it for much longer. But he doesn't usually bother chasing people down. Ben's jaws and claws also supply him natural weaponry that are backed up by his own natural strength that comes from his size. Getting a good bitch slap from him is like being hit by a motorcycle made of meat cleavers. Ben also has a fifth limb that grants him even more dexterity among physical brawls. Benedict, being reptilian in nature, also has the reptilian ability to heal from most wounds with relative ease and can regrow entire lost limbs given time.
But that's all stuff you've either already read about, or can gather on your own. Benedict can flip cars fairly easily and tanks most hits. But Benedict has one more ability up his sleeve that, along with his appearance, gave him his name.
Benedict breathes fire.
This fire burns magnesium, causing the fires look like torrents of concentrated sparkles. This results in the fire burning in a brilliant bright color with sparks flying off of it. This magnesium burns at around 5,600 degrees Fahrenheit. Benedict seems to be only capable of breathing fire by taking a deep, open mouthed to inhale. Ben usually emits fires within relatively short period (in a period of one or two seconds) and the flames travel extremely fast and straight and has a surprising amount of impact behind it. Benedict is not capable of sustaining this fire for a long period of time due to the potential injury that can come with it.
Skills/ Talents: Benedict's talents include scathing insults; making you feel bad about yourself, your existence, and everything you have done or ever will do without a hint of remorse; killing things without a second though;
surprising accuracy for someone wielding a glorified nail gun; and experienced ability at design and smithing. Benedict's young life was very labor intensive and his only legit business ever was making shanks and knives out of scrap metal and selling them to kids on the school yard. His father, who was a mechanic that worked in construction, taught him well when he wasn't beating his mother. Ben built 'The Tax Return' himself. Most people don't really have ability or experience around a workshop and therefore have no CLUE how to take make a weapon. Yeah, they know how to use it and clean it and build it when given parts. But they don't know how to hammer metal, or how to weld nails. They don't know how to
create a weapon. They know how to follow instructions. Benedict's experience with design has also gifted him the ability of being a talented demolitionist. This experience with building weaknesses stems from being at the construction yard so much in his young life witnessing buildings get built that it's given him the ability to recognize the best way to 'unbuild' a building too.
On the other hand, Benedict has been getting more in touch with his feminine side! Benedict is a
master seamster and a pretty good cook! This is because Ben mostly lives alone and due to his size- often cant steal clothes. Ben's had to learn how to make his own shit pretty well, and it only took a few police uniforms to figure out how to sew padding and armor into clothing.
For a man so big, it's also pretty easy to lose him. He tends to get away from Damselfly pretty easily and has actually yet to be apprehended by real law enforcement. This is in part due to his size, and because while Damselfly is capable of 'subduing' him, she's not very good at keeping him that way.
Equipment: Benedict is massive and covered in both natural armor and body armor. This, in short, makes him the most suited to play the role of 'heavy weapons guy'. With his size weapons like assault rifles and other variations of a gun that's a similar size are comedically small on him. The answer? A really big weapon. When Ben's not royally ruining some fucker's day with his jaws or claws, he's really kicking some poor guy's shit in with his own weapon that he lovingly calls 'The Tax Return'. The Tax Return is a three foot long custom crafted piece of steel that looks like an obscenely large machine gun, but instead of firing bullets like any normal person, Benedict decided to take it a whole step further. No, bullets were too small and weak for this fuckaroo. When he designed and built this weapon, be built it to fire fucking
railroad spikes. I'm talking seven to eight inch pieces of steel that weigh damn close to a
pound a piece moving about six-hundred miles an hour. And he carries damn close to seven hundred of them, plus 'The Tax Return', which weighs in at about two hundred pounds. Gather round, mongrels and maggots. The shit show will begin shortly. Keep all hands and feet inside the vehicle or risk being a larger target.
Benedict doesnt carry any side arms. If anyone doesn't get brutally dismembered or pinned to walls by nails thicker than King Kong's finger's he'll tear them in half with his bare hands.
Bend over and pucker up, buttercup.
Weaknesses: Benedict is basically a dragon without flight. He's big, breathes fire, is tough as shit, and carries a big ass gun. He's no god on the battlefield but he could still probably fuck anyone up right. Sounds pretty good on paper, yes?
Well, the issue is, Ben has a hopeless crush on Damselfly. Like, this guy is living in Chicago over Florida because of this one stupid girl. He knows she'd never give him a shot (because he's a lizard and he's a villain), but at the end of the day the only reason he took things from small level crime to being a super villain is because he wanted her attention. He will constantly beg to fight her. And when he gets that chance (and he will find a way, trust me), he undoubtably fails. On purpose. Because he likes this girl and he's willing to do that.
It's pretty fucked isn't it? For a hard ass like himself, you'd think he wouldn't put his reputation on the line over a love-crush.
But he does.
As stated above, Benedict's most deadly ability is usually only used in very short periods of time per use or he will royally fuck up his mouth. Benedict also has a relatively limited range before this fire isn't that damaging. Maybe, thirty or so feet? By that point it's petering out and not moving too fast. Yeah it'll still burn you, but if you're hit by the fire at that range you kinda deserve it. Another thing? It burns magnesium, which is something Benedict doesn't naturally produce in large quantities. This leads to him eating (despite seemingly being a carnivore) a lot of nuts and beans and bananas. Benedict also has a bad habit of chewing on FLARES. While this really adds to his ability to breath fire it also tends to lead to Damselfly popping them in his face. Which blinds him real good.
Honestly, best way to fight Benedict is speed. Just hit him a bunch of times in say... the joints, and dart away before he can pulverize you. Or to use energy weapons of some kind because other than his general size and resilience he doesn't have too much going for him that can effectively combat that at a good range. Benedict's healing ability is also lacking in that, while he can come back from nearly any wound given time, it's only about three or four times faster than a regular person's, and can be very painful at times. Especially with broken bones. So he's not going to be throwing himself around for no reason.
Psyche: Benedict is blunt, stubborn, and rude. This is... usually a bad thing. But to some this aspect can be endearing in that he will always tell it as it is. He knows human nature well, and due to his history he often thinks the worst of people. Benedict is a pessimist and a realist. And he will tell you that you are going to die. He will also tell you that he will do everything in his power to keep you from being killed. Despite his relatively angry and distrustful personality Benedict is still a relatively social creature. He forms a quick 'team' bond with people who work well with him. Even if he doesn't necessarily like them (or if they dont really like him). He will play favorites. If he knows someone is better than you at something he will give you zero chance to improve because he will always play to them.
Much like the dragon Benedict is nicknamed after, his is protective and possessive... of his stuff. If you want to be brutally maimed or worse, take one of his fries or 'borrow' a few dollars from him without his permission. Benedict also has an really bad temper and an INFAMOUSLY foul mouth. This guy is the shakespeare of curse words and he has literally come up with more insulting or slang terms than anyone has ever thought possible. It's like the damn guy has researched this shit. Like, have you ever met a person who has called a prostitute a 'Slattern'? Well, now you have!
He also takes an unusually large amount of pleasure out of seeing other people get hurt by doing stupid things. He's no psychopath, he's not going to torture anyone just cause. He will be efficient and... messy though. That's his style. Leave no survivors and a mess for someone else to clean up.
No, Benedict doesn't care about being liked. No, he doesnt need a hug. No, he doesnt secretly crave attention. He's not a people person. He's very much okay with being left along. He's a man of few words. And finally, while he might be good at working as a team player, he still hates being in close proximity with anyone for more than a day or so in one sitting (with the exception of Damselfly). He was born a lone wolf in that respect. And all things considered, he personally thinks he will die a lone wolf too.
History: "In short, I was born a lower class mutt, grew up as some grubby kid on the streets pick pocketing money and getting beat up in parking lots and by my deadbeat father. Then I went on to be a full on criminal, ya know, pushing grandmas in front of incoming trucks and stealing candy from babies. Then I was caught and was experimented on by some eggheaded shitstains in Chicago who were attempting to perfect some super-juice for their equally degenerate war-fucks so they'd kill shit better. This resulted in what you see now, and no super-soldiers. I'm basically captain America except I don't help people. Fuck the populace and the greater good. That shit sucks. I'm here to get paid.
What's this about my record with Damselfly? I'm not here to be fucking questioned. Go stick your dick in a pencil sharpener, asshole."
