Golaz
03-18-10, 08:44 PM
Name: Golaz/Bob/Jerry/Kriptor/Johnny/Anything
Age: 22
Occupation: Escapee...HA! HAHAHAHAA!
Status: Clinically Insane <--Ignore that
Description: Taking on many forms, I'm able to shapeshift my limbs and form into various shapes. That's how I broke out of that Heiflheim Asylum and have been screwing with bounty hunters ever since. My favorite form when traveling is a scrawny farmer. It's always fun getting the bandits to come after me, only to...well that's not important. <-HA
When I'm not traveling along deserted roads, I like to change my form into that of a guy with messy hair and black attire-yes, I don't wear clothes. I just imagine them and POOF, I have fake clothes! Isn't that awesome!?-and various other clothes I decide to wear.
I also like turning into a rat, or a snake if I'm bored. "Hey want to see something cool? SSSSSSS!" You haven't seen comedy until you've seen someone slip on their own piss and beer trying to make it out of a deserted bar.
Biography: Hell if I know. I woke up one day and I was in a straightjacket. I do recall something about alien abductions, but then again, that might have just been how I pissed off the "warden."
In all seriousness *snicker* I do think I walked into the wrong place. I mean the WRONG place. Not the place you parents tell you not to go, or the place the police tell you not the go, or the place that all those signs tell you not to go, but the place that you just DON'T go. It's that little place...you know...where you don't go.
The only clue I have to its location is the fact that I'm the only one that's gone there and come back. So if there's a place where people going going and don't return, then I'll know that it might be there.
Do I want to check it out? Hell no! Look at what the first visit did to me!
Abilities: Didn't I just tell you I could shapeshift?
Alright, I'll break it down for you. Science class is in session, so I'll do what my teacher does. "Now, the right wing nutjobs-" Oh, I'm sorry, maybe not exactly what he does.
My abilities rely on the most basic principle of the universe: mass conservation.
Let's say I weigh 200 pounds. That's decent. I can have the strength of a strong person by remolding my muscles and body frame, or I can have the reach of a javelin by stretching out my arms and legs. Oh yes, that's a fun one to do in the woods at night.
400 pounds. Now things get tricky. Let's take a look at the physics here. A 400 pound man traveling the streets is able to stand out in the crowd enough by himself and this is without forming it all into muscle or limbs and standing taller than everyone there. I gathered up 400 pounds worth of mass to escape and I wondered how I would fit in with the crowd. This one took a long time to figure out, but I got it! I can return converted mass back into its original state with enough concentration. The grey goo scenario has been avoided!
After 400 pounds...I don't think I'd have a reason to do that.
As for how I gained 400 pounds in an insane asylum, I can convert matter into the dark mass that I use.
Also, I'm polite about my powers. Instead of causing everyone to vomit at the sight of contorted limbs, whenever I change form or stretch or what have you, I turn everything into a dark paste. It helps keep the screaming to a minimum.
To my dismay, transforming screws with my five senses. After transforming, I need to re-adapt to my new body before I can effectively fight.
Age: 22
Occupation: Escapee...HA! HAHAHAHAA!
Status: Clinically Insane <--Ignore that
Description: Taking on many forms, I'm able to shapeshift my limbs and form into various shapes. That's how I broke out of that Heiflheim Asylum and have been screwing with bounty hunters ever since. My favorite form when traveling is a scrawny farmer. It's always fun getting the bandits to come after me, only to...well that's not important. <-HA
When I'm not traveling along deserted roads, I like to change my form into that of a guy with messy hair and black attire-yes, I don't wear clothes. I just imagine them and POOF, I have fake clothes! Isn't that awesome!?-and various other clothes I decide to wear.
I also like turning into a rat, or a snake if I'm bored. "Hey want to see something cool? SSSSSSS!" You haven't seen comedy until you've seen someone slip on their own piss and beer trying to make it out of a deserted bar.
Biography: Hell if I know. I woke up one day and I was in a straightjacket. I do recall something about alien abductions, but then again, that might have just been how I pissed off the "warden."
In all seriousness *snicker* I do think I walked into the wrong place. I mean the WRONG place. Not the place you parents tell you not to go, or the place the police tell you not the go, or the place that all those signs tell you not to go, but the place that you just DON'T go. It's that little place...you know...where you don't go.
The only clue I have to its location is the fact that I'm the only one that's gone there and come back. So if there's a place where people going going and don't return, then I'll know that it might be there.
Do I want to check it out? Hell no! Look at what the first visit did to me!
Abilities: Didn't I just tell you I could shapeshift?
Alright, I'll break it down for you. Science class is in session, so I'll do what my teacher does. "Now, the right wing nutjobs-" Oh, I'm sorry, maybe not exactly what he does.
My abilities rely on the most basic principle of the universe: mass conservation.
Let's say I weigh 200 pounds. That's decent. I can have the strength of a strong person by remolding my muscles and body frame, or I can have the reach of a javelin by stretching out my arms and legs. Oh yes, that's a fun one to do in the woods at night.
400 pounds. Now things get tricky. Let's take a look at the physics here. A 400 pound man traveling the streets is able to stand out in the crowd enough by himself and this is without forming it all into muscle or limbs and standing taller than everyone there. I gathered up 400 pounds worth of mass to escape and I wondered how I would fit in with the crowd. This one took a long time to figure out, but I got it! I can return converted mass back into its original state with enough concentration. The grey goo scenario has been avoided!
After 400 pounds...I don't think I'd have a reason to do that.
As for how I gained 400 pounds in an insane asylum, I can convert matter into the dark mass that I use.
Also, I'm polite about my powers. Instead of causing everyone to vomit at the sight of contorted limbs, whenever I change form or stretch or what have you, I turn everything into a dark paste. It helps keep the screaming to a minimum.
To my dismay, transforming screws with my five senses. After transforming, I need to re-adapt to my new body before I can effectively fight.