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Screen Name: Op
Character you'd like to portray: Alex Mercer
Superhuman powers, traits, other attributes of interest:
Shape Shifting - Allows Alex to take on the memories and appearance of other biengs as well as mutate his body into deadly weapons.
Ground Spikes - Alex channels his biomass through the ground that will erupt to pierce his enemies
Tentacles - Alex produces tentacles from his body that will impale all who are within reach. drains and consumes the victims it touches.
Glide - Being a shape-shifter Alex can alter his density and make himself very light enough to glide on wind. This helps him navigate through the city.
Super speed, strength, stamina, athletic ability.
Originally appearing from (which comic, and company?):
Wildstorm
Fictional history of the character (as you're going to interpret it):
Alex Mercer wakes up in a morgue with no memories, completely unaware of what's happening to him and why scientist are about to dissect him. Imbued with crazy superhuman powers, he has no recollection of who or what he is, or what has happened to him, He sets out on a quest of self-discovery and to take revenge on whoever did this to him.
Hero, Villain, or Walking the line?:
Walking The Line
List a few reasons why you chose this character:
He's comic book gold
He's pure badass
I like men in hooded sweaters
Write two complete sentences explaining what you can bring to this RPG: Umm... I can bring enthusiasm and the ability to tell a good story. Also... Midget Porn and Skittles.
How many days a week you intend on posting in the RPG: As often as needed
Please provide a small sample post as your character, at least three paragraphs and one line of dialogue in length:
“Subject, male. Caucasian. Age twenty-nine.” The voice didn’t sound familiar to my ears. It sounded almost distorted.
“Victim of a virus outbreak at Penn Station at twenty-two hundred hours, May twenty-seventh.”
My eyes slowly opened to a white room. A bright light shone down on me. I could feel a cold surface beneath me. It felt like a metal slab.
“What’s the victim’s name?” asked another voice. Metal clanged lightly.
"Alex Mercer".
I raised my head to look around. On either side of me, two men stood in white suits that encompassed their whole bodies. The word ‘HAZMAT’ was emblazoned across their chests.
“Holy ****!” The man to my left jumped and tripped backwards over a metal tray. He fell to the floor with a crash and the metal instruments clanged all around him.
“Impossible…” breathed the man on my right. “The virus is lethal. No one should survive it.”
“Where am I?” I asked groggily.
The other man had recovered and got back to his feet. “Harry, let’s just finish what the virus started.” He had a shiny scalpel in his hand.
The man on my right, apparently Harry, wrapped his arms around my shoulder, “End it quickly for him, will you?”
“What’re you…” I started to ask, but their intent soon became clear. “No! Let go of me!” I struggled against Harry’s grip.
The other man got closer. “Let GO!” I emphasized the last word by slamming my elbow into Harry’s gut. He flew back and smashed into the tiled wall behind me. The tiles cracked and fell from the wall. Blood leaked from his lips as he slid to the ground.
“Harry!” The other man cried, “Why you little.” He threw the scalpel at my chest.
I brought my arm up in defense and before my eyes it shifted in a sharp silver blade surrounded by red muscle. The scalpel bounced off harmlessly and slid across the floor.
The man stood, legs locked by fear, “What… are you?”
I threw off the sheet they had draped over the bottom of my body and hurled myself at the dark tinted window in front of me. The glass shattered but I felt no pain.
Below me were five stories of open air to the ground. I plummeted downward and smashed into the hard asphalt. Again I felt no pain, but a crater three feet deep surrounded me. Dazed from the fall, I stood and ran. I didn’t know where I was or where I was going; I just knew I had to run.
****
My name is Alex Mercer. I’m the reason for all of this. They call me a killer, a monster, a terrorist. I’m all of these things. Three weeks ago someone released a lethal virus in Penn Station. I woke up in a morgue. Now I hunt, I kill, I consume, and I become. I’m gonna find out who did this to me.
And I’m gonna make them pay.
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Screen Name: Op
Character you'd like to portray: Alex Mercer
Superhuman powers, traits, other attributes of interest:
Shape Shifting - Allows Alex to take on the memories and appearance of other biengs as well as mutate his body into deadly weapons.
Ground Spikes - Alex channels his biomass through the ground that will erupt to pierce his enemies
Tentacles - Alex produces tentacles from his body that will impale all who are within reach. drains and consumes the victims it touches.
Glide - Being a shape-shifter Alex can alter his density and make himself very light enough to glide on wind. This helps him navigate through the city.
Super speed, strength, stamina, athletic ability.
Originally appearing from (which comic, and company?):
Wildstorm
Fictional history of the character (as you're going to interpret it):
Alex Mercer wakes up in a morgue with no memories, completely unaware of what's happening to him and why scientist are about to dissect him. Imbued with crazy superhuman powers, he has no recollection of who or what he is, or what has happened to him, He sets out on a quest of self-discovery and to take revenge on whoever did this to him.
Hero, Villain, or Walking the line?:
Walking The Line
List a few reasons why you chose this character:
He's comic book gold
He's pure badass
I like men in hooded sweaters
Write two complete sentences explaining what you can bring to this RPG: Umm... I can bring enthusiasm and the ability to tell a good story. Also... Midget Porn and Skittles.
How many days a week you intend on posting in the RPG: As often as needed
Please provide a small sample post as your character, at least three paragraphs and one line of dialogue in length:
“Subject, male. Caucasian. Age twenty-nine.” The voice didn’t sound familiar to my ears. It sounded almost distorted.
“Victim of a virus outbreak at Penn Station at twenty-two hundred hours, May twenty-seventh.”
My eyes slowly opened to a white room. A bright light shone down on me. I could feel a cold surface beneath me. It felt like a metal slab.
“What’s the victim’s name?” asked another voice. Metal clanged lightly.
"Alex Mercer".
I raised my head to look around. On either side of me, two men stood in white suits that encompassed their whole bodies. The word ‘HAZMAT’ was emblazoned across their chests.
“Holy ****!” The man to my left jumped and tripped backwards over a metal tray. He fell to the floor with a crash and the metal instruments clanged all around him.
“Impossible…” breathed the man on my right. “The virus is lethal. No one should survive it.”
“Where am I?” I asked groggily.
The other man had recovered and got back to his feet. “Harry, let’s just finish what the virus started.” He had a shiny scalpel in his hand.
The man on my right, apparently Harry, wrapped his arms around my shoulder, “End it quickly for him, will you?”
“What’re you…” I started to ask, but their intent soon became clear. “No! Let go of me!” I struggled against Harry’s grip.
The other man got closer. “Let GO!” I emphasized the last word by slamming my elbow into Harry’s gut. He flew back and smashed into the tiled wall behind me. The tiles cracked and fell from the wall. Blood leaked from his lips as he slid to the ground.
“Harry!” The other man cried, “Why you little.” He threw the scalpel at my chest.
I brought my arm up in defense and before my eyes it shifted in a sharp silver blade surrounded by red muscle. The scalpel bounced off harmlessly and slid across the floor.
The man stood, legs locked by fear, “What… are you?”
I threw off the sheet they had draped over the bottom of my body and hurled myself at the dark tinted window in front of me. The glass shattered but I felt no pain.
Below me were five stories of open air to the ground. I plummeted downward and smashed into the hard asphalt. Again I felt no pain, but a crater three feet deep surrounded me. Dazed from the fall, I stood and ran. I didn’t know where I was or where I was going; I just knew I had to run.
****
My name is Alex Mercer. I’m the reason for all of this. They call me a killer, a monster, a terrorist. I’m all of these things. Three weeks ago someone released a lethal virus in Penn Station. I woke up in a morgue. Now I hunt, I kill, I consume, and I become. I’m gonna find out who did this to me.
And I’m gonna make them pay.
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