Post by Marcus Foster on Dec 27, 2016 7:41:42 GMT
Marcus Jeremiah Foster
FACE CLAIM: Mat Best
♦ THE BASICS ♦
AGE: 36
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
POSITION: BA recruiter and student integration counselor♦ THE ABILITY ♦
POWER: Metallic Form
Marcus's blood stream carries an organic substance that, when exposed to open air, hardens into a pliable, nearly metallic shell. Through meticulous training, Marcus has gained a level of control over this substance and is able to draw it out through the pores in his skin to coat his body in a tough, nearly impenetrable shell. When in this form, Marcus's muscles and bones are also reinforced, heightening his physical prowess far beyond human norms. When the substance hardens, it takes on a dull, black finish that extends even to his eyes, which take on a reddish tint.
While fortified within this shell, Marcus has been able to shrug off small arms fire with nary a scratch and is capable of impressive feats of strength. Although he's never fully tested the extreme limits of his strength, while making use of his mutation, Marcus has been able to flip a car onto its roof with moderate strain, and the hard shell allows him to make short work of tearing down doors, ripping through walls, smashing squishy people, etc. If pushed to his limits, Marcus could deadlift and bench press just under 2 tons, (which are roughly thrice that of human limits), and, if properly secured, could pull a weight of up to 300 tons (just under twice that of the official world record).
LIMITATIONS:
- Even though Marcus feels very little pain while in his metallic form, he can still be injured. Gunfire causes bruises, and large calibers can results in blunt force trauma such as internal injuries or concussions. The affects of these injuries are often felt, in full force, whenever Marcus reverts to his 'normal' form.
- Marcus doesn't gain any superhuman abilities without being in his metallic form. While 'normal', he's no more physically capable than a human of his size. It can take 10-15 seconds for the metallic substance to fully harden, leaving him vulnerable during that time. It takes roughly the same amount of time to revert back to his normal, fleshy self, as the substance weakens and sloughs off like metallic paint chips.
- The use of this power is not subtle. There is no hiding what he is, as even his eyes become a deep black, with a reddish tint. His weight also triples to nearly half a ton, making riding in vehicles difficult, or impossible. Even though his super strength allows him to remain surprisingly agile for such a large, metallic thing, Marcus does slow considerably while making use of his power. His manual dexterity is also limited, making it difficult to manipulate small objects.
SIDE-EFFECTS:
- Upon reverting back to his 'normal' form, Marcus's muscles and tendons come under an extreme strain, leaving him sore and exhausted, at best, every time he ceases use of his power. While under duress, it's not uncommon for him to suffer torn muscles and sprained joints when shifting back.
- Because the substance is organic and is carried through his blood stream, Marcus's musculature is prone to stiffness and could be susceptible to injury even during day to day activities. To combat this, Marcus has developed a strict training and nutritional plan that focuses upon muscle conditioning and flexibility. Heavily deviating from this plan could (and probably will) result in extreme discomfort (at best), and serous injuries (most likely).
- Since the substance that gives him his power is organic and made in his body, Marcus is forced to make use of his mutation at least once a week in order to purge his system and prevent his blood from becoming too thick for his body to process. If he doesn't do this, he becomes susceptible to numbness in his extremities, loss of muscle control, or, at worst the equivalent of a severe heart attack.♦ THE FREEFORM ♦
NAME: Foster, Marcus J.
UNIT: 75th Ranger Regiment, 3rd Battalion
BRANCH: US ARMY
RANK/GRADE: First Sergeant (1SG) / E8
HOME OF RECORD: San Josa, CA
* SELECTED SERVICE NOTES
* 1999 – Initial entry; Assigned to 82nd Airborne Infantry (Ft. Bragg, NC)
* 2003 – Deployed to Iraq in support of Operation Iraqi Freedom
* 2005 – Transferred to 25th Infantry Division (Ft. Richardson, now Joint Base Elmendorf-Richardson, AK)
* 2006 – Deployed to Iraq in support of Operation Iraqi Freedom
* 2007 – Entered into selection and training for US Army Rangers. Upon completion, assigned to 75th Ranger Regiment, 3rd Battalion
* 2008 – 2013 Deployed to Afghanistan in support of Operation Enduring Freedom (3 times) and Iraq in support of support of Operation Iraqi Freedom (2 times).
* 2014 – Granted permanent medical retirement, released from active duty.
* NOTABLE AWARDS, COMMENDATIONS, AND BADGES
Combat Infantryman Badge
Parachustist Badge
Ranger Tab
Silver Star Medal
Valorous Unit Award w/ oak cluster
Iraq Campaign Medal
Afghanistan Campaign Medal
Bronze Star Medal w/ 'V' Device
Purple Heart
“It's not our fault Hollywood always portrays us as cheesdick and cliché. Like that stupid salute every time at the end of the mission?” The bearded, well muscled man sitting at the bar slowly lifted a tattooed arm, hand shaking as he mockingly struggled to render the proper salute with a look of grim determination on his face. “And we're always humorless. Always acting like neanderthals.” He downed a shot of whiskey during a pause, almost as if for emphasis. “I mean, yes, we are neanderthals, but we're pretty fucking funny.”
“You keep going on about that.” The stocky recipient of the previous drunken rant readied a counter. He'd been friends with one Marcus Foster ever since the two had first met while serving in the 82nd Airborne together in the early 2000's. So familiar he referred to the hard drinking, gun toting former Army Ranger by the nickname he'd earned while still a private, 'DB'. “And you're right. But who are you to bitch about it? You're a fucking school councilor.” A head shook with disbelief. “I weep for any kid going to you for advice.”
The man known to a select few as 'DB' only laughed. There was far more to his position at the Academy up on the hill than met the eye, for sure, but there was also much less than most would realize. Something Foster appreciated. “First off, you know what I do you dumb bastard, and you know why. Second, dealing with these kids is way easier than NOC any day. You know how many times I've been woken up at 2 AM because one of my kids got picked up by the local police for soliciting a hooker downtown?” A finger came up, pointing in a gesture of emphasis. “None.”
A laugh that carried a certain understanding bounced between the two old friends. Foster shook his head and leaned forward, resting his elbows on the bar as the drunken, sardonic grin on his face melted into a somewhat contemplative smile. “I can relate to them.” Foster spoke calmly and soberly even if the empty shot glasses lined up in front of him told a different tale. “I mean, I was only thirteen when two weeks after basically having a heart attack I was being dragged halfway across the country to come here. It's all about knowing how to adjust to unexpected change.” He snorted a bit and cast a short glance at his old Army buddy. “That's something we're way too familiar with.”
While Foster had been talking his friend had silently gestured for another round. The bartender complied and within moments and set two fresh glasses of beer in front of the two veterans. “See?” He said, pulling his glass closer. “I told you getting your degree would pay off in the long run.” Foster could only nod in agreement. It had been a long, unexpected and often very strange ride leading up to this point but it didn't seem like either of them, even as they quietly contemplated their life decisions, would change anything if they could.
“Alright.” Foster said abruptly, the taste of the cold beer instantly snapping him out of the calm, sober mood. “That's enough heartfelt shit for one night.” He took another long pull from the glass, turning his gaze out to the bar around them in the process. “We're gonna do another shot of Jameson then I'm going to go pick up that drunk chick at the end of the bar.”♦ THE PLAYER ♦
USERNAME: So many names. PuppyMaster, Pup, Pupper, Pupikins, Pupthulu, Pupalicious, The Pupinator, Puparino, The Great Pupowski, but mostly everyone simply knows me as Puppy.
AGE GROUP: Ancient
EXPERIENCE: Quite a while
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? Definitely anything else
