Godhand
12-14-08, 11:59 PM
I'm not sure if I'm forced to be level five for the tournament. If I'm not, then forget about this. Otherwise, here's my level five specs. Oh, by the way, I got rid of Pheremone Aura, Wall Run and Wendigo Immunity so I could make my speed four times that of the average person instead of two.
Name: Godhand Striker ((May or may not be real name.))
Age: 35
Hair Color: Prematurely Gray
Eye Color: Crimson
Height/Weight: 6'2, 205 pounds
Occupation: ((Currently unemployed, as he has become more selective of his mercenary work. If anyone asks, he proclaims himself a wine collector and enthusiast.))
Appearance: Godhand has a rather ominous look about him. His gaze is relentless and most weak-willed find it unnerving. His body is well sculpted and powerful, but occasionally marred by stabbing and bullet scars. By far the most prominent of these is the violent-looking tear over the right side of his abdomen. Normally his entire body is concealed in coats of various makes and sizes, with his protective blast-suit recently figuring rather consistently. When wearing a business suit however, he oozes a peculiar charm no doubt acquired during his tenure a Mafia soldier.
Personality: Godhand takes things as easily as he can. As a youth he was willing to go toe-to-toe with some of the most savage fighters there were, ready to fight at the first sign (real or imagined) of disrespect. However, years of bad injuries, brutal beatings and disastrous ambushes have taught him not to take himself or the world around him too seriously. Most psychoanalysts would accuse him of being afflicted with all manner of neuroses, which is why he’s never put much stock in psychology. People barely know or understand themselves; how are they supposed to help you understand you?
A hard life has left him wounded and world-weary, and he silently wishes for death. However, when confronted with someone that is openly brooding or suicidal he’s quick to request that they “man up and quit being such a pussy about things.”
History:
((This was pathetic and truly some of my worst work. I’d like to delete this history from the…What? The canon? Well whatever it was, since I never mentioned his early history in a thread before just assume it never happened. I’ll hash out in a solo later.))
Abilities:
Godhand can now leap 40 feet into the air; 45 if he has a running start.
Expert Swordsmanship.
Skilled Marksmanship.
Godhand is a master of Shaolin, Long Fist, and Iron Fist.
Colossus Strength: Godhand now has the ability to lift a maximum of up to 9001 pounds. He can also snap Mythril and bend Titanium. (Albeit not without some difficulty.)
Increased attributes: As a result of his exhaustive physical training, Godhand's speed and reaction time have been upgraded to about four times that of the average human.
Weapons Training: Godhand gains great skill for any weapon he's possessed for three or more levels. This ability works retroactively.
Name: Godhand Striker ((May or may not be real name.))
Age: 35
Hair Color: Prematurely Gray
Eye Color: Crimson
Height/Weight: 6'2, 205 pounds
Occupation: ((Currently unemployed, as he has become more selective of his mercenary work. If anyone asks, he proclaims himself a wine collector and enthusiast.))
Appearance: Godhand has a rather ominous look about him. His gaze is relentless and most weak-willed find it unnerving. His body is well sculpted and powerful, but occasionally marred by stabbing and bullet scars. By far the most prominent of these is the violent-looking tear over the right side of his abdomen. Normally his entire body is concealed in coats of various makes and sizes, with his protective blast-suit recently figuring rather consistently. When wearing a business suit however, he oozes a peculiar charm no doubt acquired during his tenure a Mafia soldier.
Personality: Godhand takes things as easily as he can. As a youth he was willing to go toe-to-toe with some of the most savage fighters there were, ready to fight at the first sign (real or imagined) of disrespect. However, years of bad injuries, brutal beatings and disastrous ambushes have taught him not to take himself or the world around him too seriously. Most psychoanalysts would accuse him of being afflicted with all manner of neuroses, which is why he’s never put much stock in psychology. People barely know or understand themselves; how are they supposed to help you understand you?
A hard life has left him wounded and world-weary, and he silently wishes for death. However, when confronted with someone that is openly brooding or suicidal he’s quick to request that they “man up and quit being such a pussy about things.”
History:
((This was pathetic and truly some of my worst work. I’d like to delete this history from the…What? The canon? Well whatever it was, since I never mentioned his early history in a thread before just assume it never happened. I’ll hash out in a solo later.))
Abilities:
Godhand can now leap 40 feet into the air; 45 if he has a running start.
Expert Swordsmanship.
Skilled Marksmanship.
Godhand is a master of Shaolin, Long Fist, and Iron Fist.
Colossus Strength: Godhand now has the ability to lift a maximum of up to 9001 pounds. He can also snap Mythril and bend Titanium. (Albeit not without some difficulty.)
Increased attributes: As a result of his exhaustive physical training, Godhand's speed and reaction time have been upgraded to about four times that of the average human.
Weapons Training: Godhand gains great skill for any weapon he's possessed for three or more levels. This ability works retroactively.