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Sep 16 2015, 09:24 PM
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Real Name: Toru Nagasawa Alias: Fiend Sex: Male Age: 18 Height: 5'11'' Weight: 150lb+ Powers:- Biokinesis – Toru is able to manipulate all aspects of his body down to a cellular level. He is able to alter his DNA but is unable to generate or copy something as unique as an X-Gene or replicate DNA of an alien species.
- Shapeshifting - Toru is able to both recode his appearance through manipulation of his DNA, changing form in an instant to become taller, a different gender or a different race. He is, to an extent able to replicate somebodies appearance although would require a DNA sample to totally clone them. Not only is he able to change the way he appears, he can change the way his body functions, adding more muscle mass, extending his limbs or converting to a rubbery material that will not conduct eletricity. He may also take on the traits of animals, such as stingers and claws.
- Mass Tissue Generation - Toru is able to both passively and actively manipulate his cells into replicating themselves far more efficiently and faster than a normal human. He is able to generate huge volumes of blood to keep himself alive in the event of deep lacerations, and could even generate a second back-up heart to keep him alive whilst his primary is being repaired. Not only is he able to recover from damage, but is also able to survive events that would instantly kill a normal human; and he achieves this by a number of passive back-up organs that will keep his blood flowing and his body alive even in the event of decapitation. However, in the rare case of decapitation both or all parts of Toru's body will attempt to totally regenerate if they cannot immediately find each other, although something like a lost finger would struggle to regenerate anything more than a hand before it does eventually dies. (Self & Others)
- Biological Genesis & Constructs - Toru is able to create constructs using his own body that are then able to survive and act on their own once separated. So far he has been unable to create any sentient life but has been successful in creating a number of mind-less drones that act or orders given but struggle to come up with any creative solutions themselves. His constructs can often appear more plant or fungus life than animal due to their non-thinking but living nature.
Limitations:- Massive Tissue Loss - Although Toru is able to very quickly heal and recover from lacerations and cuts due to the minute death of tissue in the instant, it can take him far longer to heal from things like chemical or fire burns.
- Unsustainable Growth - Toru often uses photosynthesis to stimulate growth so he is not in fact "generating" mass but rather converting the carbon from the air into living tissue. He can use other methods of course, but this means he isn't able to instantly convert himself into a 5000lb goliath of muscle.
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Apr 23 2016, 10:48 PM
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Real Name: Qi Jiguang Alias: Fiend Sex: Male (Varies) Age: 5 (Chronologically) Height: 5'11'' (Varies) Weight: 150lb (Varies) Powers:- Biokinesis – Jiguang is able to manipulate all aspects of his body down to a cellular level. He is able to alter his DNA but is unable to generate or copy something as unique as an X-Gene or replicate DNA of an alien species. He is thought to be the final product of a Chines experiment that compounded the D.N.A of several American super-heroes.
- Shapeshifting - Jiguang is able to both recode his appearance through manipulation of his DNA, changing form in an instant to become taller, a different gender or a different race. He is, to an extent able to replicate somebodies appearance although would require a DNA sample to totally clone them. Not only is he able to change the way he appears, he can change the way his body functions, adding more muscle mass, extending his limbs or converting to a rubbery material that will not conduct eletricity. He may also take on the traits of animals, such as stingers and claws.
- Mass Tissue Generation - Jiguang is able to both passively and actively manipulate his cells into replicating themselves far more efficiently and faster than a normal human. He is able to generate huge volumes of blood to keep himself alive in the event of deep lacerations, and could even generate a second back-up heart to keep him alive whilst his primary is being repaired. Not only is he able to recover from damage, but is also able to survive events that would instantly kill a normal human; and he achieves this by a number of passive back-up organs that will keep his blood flowing and his body alive even in the event of decapitation. However, in the rare case of decapitation both or all parts of Jiguang's body will attempt to totally regenerate if they cannot immediately find each other, although something like a lost finger would struggle to regenerate anything more than a hand before it does eventually dies.
- Biological Genesis & Constructs - Jiguang is able to create constructs using his own body that are then able to survive and act on their own once separated. So far he has been unable to create any sentient life but has been successful in creating a number of mind-less drones that act or orders given but struggle to come up with any creative solutions themselves. His constructs can often appear more plant or fungus life than animal due to their non-thinking but living nature.
- Viral Possession - By dividing his own bacterial substance and transfusing it into any number of individual host forms he can achieve numerous potent effects being a living germ. He can perform mass mind control on multiple hosts at once. Being able to not only control an individuals mind and body but also manipulate their emotions as well as their personalities i.e. increase aggression, shifting mannerisms
Limitations:- Massive Tissue Loss - Although Jiguang is able to very quickly heal and recover from lacerations and cuts due to the minute death of tissue in the instant, it can take him far longer to heal from things like chemical or fire burns.
- Unsustainable Growth - Jiguang often uses photosynthesis to stimulate growth so he is not in fact "generating" mass but rather converting the carbon from the air into living tissue. He can use other methods of course, but this means he isn't able to instantly convert himself into a 5000lb goliath of muscle.
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Apr 23 2016, 10:54 PM
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part 1 Mitosis Part I: Prophase |  |
Paul Smith was a good 32 year old. His hair had not begun to creep back over his scalp like his father's had, and he'd managed to keep his stomach as flat as a young boys despite not going to the gym as often as he thought he should. He credited his health to a good diet, plenty of exercise and a positive outlook on life. He'd participated in the local charity marathon and come in the top 1% of amateur runners. But more importantly; Paul Smith had never been sick a day in his life. Well, until four days ago, September Thirtieth. Still, Paul Smith powered through the flu that had crippled New York overnight and was back at work as usual the next day.
The bus pulled out with about 4 passengers aboard through the north end of San Fran. The usually packed city streets were blissfully empty. A helicopter flew overhead, fairly close to the ground. A little later he heard the sirens of police cars racing down the road, causing the bus to pull aside to let them through. Further on, police had erected a barrier preventing them from passing and were flaring off a warning that Paul Smith did not care to listen to; after all he had missed work for the first time ever just yesterday so he refused to be late today. He powered on through the undermanned police blockage and began to swiftly jog towards his building just around the next corner while more police cars raced passed him. He turned the corner and for the second time in his 32 years he threw up. He heaved on the floor, unsure what he had seen. Vision went blurry and he could suddenly only focus on the sound.
Thump Thump
Thump Thump
Like a heart it pulsed and twitched, and through its tightly stretched translucent skin the fluid contained within shifted. The police were all stood around it, talking through walkie-talkies. Helicopters above hovered, all guns aimed at the horrible shapeless mass clinging to the side of Paul Smiths office building. He stood staring for God knows how long. The thing twitched again, and ripped like an amniotic sac, spilling masses of pale yellow gunge all over the police officers below. They all started screaming at once, desperately clawing at their eyes as they begun to be digested. The helicopters started firing, punching holes through the red thing. Paul Smith watched. Tentacles that lay motionless across the ground before like roots of an old tree sprung to life, flailing at the helicopters and spraying them with puss and ooze. They started falling from the sky like flies, crushing the men below; the rest had the sense to retreat.
After the short battle the mass stopped moving completely, but only for a while. Paul Smith gathered his sea legs, but was frozen in place with fear. The men who had been screaming earlier were only moaning now, and Paul, as an American, felt he should at least try to do something to help. 911 was unresponsive, so he edged closer.
The police officer looked like a wax doll that had been left out in the sun. His face had moulded to his skull and his eyes were yellow yolks. He was even steaming. The hole that was once his mouth moved slightly, moaning like a zombie. Paul knelt down and asked him if was okay, but the police officer didn't respond.
Then he heard it again, quieter although this time directly above him.
Thump Thump It was still alive. He needed to get away! Thump Thump He should have taken the day off. Thump Thump The tentacles that had so easily swabbed helicopters out of the sky now struggled to lift Paul up into the air. Paul squeezed as hard as he could, but his hands and fingers screamed in protest as the slime hissed against his skin. He dangled until he could feel blood welling in his ears, but it was not enough to block out the thump of every beat of this monstrous creatures heart. Left with enough time to contemplate his fate, Paul did not call out to his God or beg for his life but instead asked "What are you?"
"Life." It laughed, dropping Paul Smith into a pool filled with death. |
part2 r | Part II: Prometaphase |  | “So what is it?” Asked a man in a black shirt and splitter pattern pants. “Alien? Mutant? How dangerous is this thing?” The doctor sat across from him fidgeted “Dangerous? It killed 30 people in the space of an hour.” The doctor flicked through the notes he had put on the table and that the officer had not deigned to read. “That’s not what I mean, Arenberg. How much of a threat is this thing? Do I have to call in the big guns or not? This entire city is supposed to be under quarantine. If I call in a thousand men for anything less than a total catastrophe, you can say goodbye to both of our jobs” “It’s human, or from earth at least. Every part we’ve scanned has been slightly different; just this morning we found a DNA sequence matching a type of jellyfish that had been extinct for 1000’s of years! It’s changing every day.” “So it’s a science experiment? Some crazy old lunatic with a lab?” Lieutenant David Rowe was not interested in the science behind it. He wanted to know how to stop it. “How do we kill it?” “The same way you kill anything, burn it, stab it, electrocute it. Problem is it’s not just one thing, it’s colonel. It’s like a disease. You’d have to kill it all at once or it will just keep coming back. And the thing heals.” “It’s heals?” That caught Rowe’s attention; anything vaguely resembling a mutant could be disastrous for the mutant community. “Like a mutant?”
The doctor sat back in his chair, staring up at the swaying bulb hung above both of the men’s heads. The room they sat in way small but lively, with notes and books everywhere. “Not like most mutants. Mutants like Wolverine... they regenerate. This thing is always growing and expanding. Even when you burn a mutant like Wolverine his tissue never really dies, it just keeps on healing away until you run out and juice and stop shooting. This thing digests itself like cooked meat and regrows.” He hoped he’d made it simple enough for the Lieutenant to understand. “Plus, we can’t find anything I can say for certain is an X-Gene. It could be mutant, but my guess is it’s man-made.” The lieutenant stood and shook the doctor’s hand, thanking him for his time before leaving the office to file a report. He did not feel necessary to inform the doctor what his plan was. The Doctor smiled, and clicked his mouse a few times to bring back up the test results for this thing. In amongst the many pages and tabs of scans and tests, was a strange page, out of place in and about the graphs and charts, the mutant registry page belonging to a strange asian boy known as Toru Nagasawa.
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part3 | Part III: Metaphase |  | .. Grow. Consume. Grow.
From as early as it could remember, irresistible hunger had clutched tightly to every fiber of it's being. Not matter how much it consumed it's hunger would not be sated. Grow. Consume. Grow. It focus on very little else, the world twisted and noisy about him; and occasionally a new hunger would spread through him as tiny little metal pellets entered it's body. They could not be digested, they were not food. However the little pink things firing these little metal pellets certainly were. Pain. Like hunger.. like hurt. Everything was taken; nothing was spared, every delicious morsel was stripped from the little white sticks inside of them, and even they were ground up and chewed until there was no sustenance left to be had. It's mind grew as it's body did. Danger... Fear.
As it grew larger, it attracted more and more attention. It was sliced open with little metal blades, and burnt alive whilst hunger and pain did battle inside it's twisted hideous mind. EAT, STOP HUNGER. DEFEND, STOP PAIN. Hunger always won, but more complex feelings and urges took president and charge of some functions of it's body. It started being able to defend itself; adapting to the little ping men until their little metal pellets stop hurting it. But one day more pink things dropped a yellow powder on it, and no matter what the thing did it could not stop itself from melting to almost nothing. Almost nothing. A part of it survived; and so did the only two things it really knew. Grow. Consume.
Fear grew first this time; and the thing was not so open about it's growth, it hid away from the little pink shapes and dined on things covered in fur or scales instead. It re-digested sewage, and waited. Consume, grow, hide, wait.. It survived 3 lights and darks without incident, and killed every pink thing before it could run away and bring more pink things. It started to learn habits and listen. Through the empty air of the sewer, voices carried for miles. Language. Words. Speech. It has spoken before, the first time it had grown large. To a man.. a man who asked it something.. "What are you?" It had called out just before it was consumed. What had it responded?
Life. Yes, Life. What did Life mean by that? Where did Life come from? Was Life's only purpose to consume and grow? To hide away from the little pink men and their little stabby guns and their preposterous notions of fine dining. Life saw nothing splendiferous in the habits of the little pink men... so it decided, Life would show them.
Show them how to eat voraciously and overindulge. |
part4 | Part IV: Anaphase |  | ... Coming Soon.
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