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"I really wish they had a meat buffet hear." Jason's voice was rather...bored as he walked down the lane of the plane, hands resting in his pockets. The tall, leanly muscular young man wore what appeared to be a white, half unbuttoned long-sleeved shirt, with a half-unzipped gray hoodie over that, and a black leather jacket over that. Worn dark jeans and dark sneakers completed the casual, yet practical look. His skin was rather pale, and his nearly glowing blue eyes had a bit of redness around them - possibly from some sort of insomnia. His rather curly, yet tamed, dark brown hair was normal as well - overall, he appeared to be just a regular, albeit slightly intimidating young man, wearing casual street clothing. No one would suspect that he was a hero or villain. As he got closer to the others, Jason stopped, and tilted his head, the biomass inside of his brain lending exponential strength to his ear canals. The sound of a girl murmuring to herself in the bathroom, glass shattering, and the breathing of another two teenagers sitting down nearby the bathroom. With a shrug, the bored-looking teenager continued to walk, entering the small room on the private jet. "Hey." he said simply, raising one hand before sitting down a bit aways from the others. He leaned back, and promptly took out a black phone. Within seconds, he began to type, seemingly ignoring the others for now. Inwardly, however, was a different story. Unknown to anyone, a small, flesh-like red tentacle formed from his shoulder, a small, insect-like eyeball on the tip. It observed them without blinking, even as Jason flipped the phone to some sort of game that the occasional 'flap' echoed from.

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Edited.

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It sort of seem like you're nitpicking now. He's tougher than average, but really, enough physical trauma will end him. Do you want me to list every weakness to the human anatomy?

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Throw him in a large body of water; his biomass weighs literal tons depending on how much he has consumed, so he can make like lead and drown. A firehose amount of water can also stagger him and make him temporarily lose the ability to shift.

My Hider

not to mention a well-placed sniper round directly to the brain? o.o

I guess saying 'large amounts of water' would appease you?

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Thought I'd throw in a character.

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Name: Jason D. Hunter Alias: Crisis Age: 17 Gender: Male Powers: Biomass Manipulation Abilities: Combat. Literally. Due to the people he has absorbed, he has retained their knowledge and skills, although he has to train the skills to keep them up. This goes for sword, firearm, and martial art skills as well. However, when it comes to hand-to-hand combat, he literally just stays on the opponent with tremor-inducing, stone-splitting punches and kicks before brutally destroying their bodies and consuming their husks. Weaknesses: Large, heavy pressures of water can temporarily stop his shifting. Other than this, while his body is generally stronger than humans, brutally ripping a blade through his eyeball and destroying his brain will work wonders. Equipment: His body. History: His life had never been that great, honestly. Son of an abusive mother and father... Hated sibling of three... Born, over-all, into a crappy life, in an even worse neighborhood. The only good thing about his life was videogames. He could sit down, after a... round of 'friend roughhousing' with his father, and a...'mom to son argument' with his mother, and simply just...play until his heart's content. Of course, it couldn't have been too healthy. He knew that he was a freak...a weirdo. He wanted to hurt his parents...his siblings. Everyone that bullied him in school for being 'creepy' and 'dark'. Was it his fault that he could do these...things? That he was faster than a motorcycle at the age of 3? That he could lift up the teacher's desk and throw it in rage when they called him mean names? It wasn't... it wasn't his fault. Was...was it his fault when he accidentally cracked the class's pet...and absorbed it into his body? The blood...bones... innards, as his chest opened up into a maw of flesh and organic material, and the butchered form o- he couldn't bare to think of it; his four year old mind couldn't comprehend it. he had to mature from a young age. He was sociopathic, quiet, dangerous. The ones parents didn't want their children to turn out like. Cautious. Suspicious. Then...it finally happened. He snapped. His father had been talking down to him. "You worthless piece of monster crap!" the man would yell. Alchohol was on his breath, along with a smell that he didn't want to think about. His five-year old mind simmered, and he just tried...tried to lay down and take the stompings. it didn't hurt...but the sharp pieces of metal on the bottom of his boots did. that's how it was all the time. his father would stomp and punch him with sharp metal, since his body took punches and lashes without bruises or cuts. it hurt...hurt so much. he wanted it to stop. he snapped. he grabbed the boot before it could stomp his face in again... and twisted. The ankle bone snapped like chalk. like mrs. moore's cat. he tore it off of the leg, blood streaming through the air. stood up, the foot and boot absorbing into his tendril-writhing chest. a punch to his father's beer belly - the fist went through flesh and bone. tendrils blasting from his fist, hellish, writhing, and spiky tendrils. piercing vital organs, flesh...body. his father being absorbed into his own form. memories, not his own. Screams...not his own. Hours passed by. when he woke up, he was staring into the shocked faces of doctors. the rest is history. people only know that he showed up in a different state altogether, taking on life as a vigilante that...permanently ended and consumed anyone that took his ire. they called him... Crisis. Personality: Fearless. Nothing can hurt him now. Cold. He wouldn't take the pain. Determined. No one would stop him from living. Apathetic. No one would make him cry. Cunning. You had to be, to survive the things he did. Violent; no one enjoys tearing apart criminals as much as Jason. Sarcasm became a way to cope, and despite his outward exterior, there was still some sort of warmth in his body...if you could find it and pull it out. He is quite blunt and will simply slam his foot into anyone or anything if they anger him to the point of violence...and a kick from him is generally life-taking. Family: Xavier Hunter - Father, and deceased. Mother and siblings are unknown. Friends: None. Crush/Relationship: None. Other: Not much. He doesn't really like heroes, despite becoming one himself.

Trip City

Coolio, it'll be fun to RP with you all.

Trip City

Ignore this. I'm stupid.

Trip City: Anime/Manga, Slice of Life and Later Sci-Fi

It's on the actual RP page, link located in the first post on this thread. Just go to the Characters tab. It's there.

Trip City

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Jason D. Hunter Ves Age: 18 Hair Color: Dark brown, almost black. Eye Color: Glassy light blue. Height: 6" Body Type: Toned/leanly muscular. Other Information: Jason grew up in the bad neighborhood of Trip City. His father was a drunk, and his mother a, to be blunt, whore. After an argument that ended with his father having his face kicked in, Jason was sent to juvy for a few years. When he came back, no one could remember him; probably because of how fast he changed and grew from the boy before. He mainly does odd jobs around town, although he has been looking for something more higher-paying.