Known to Public As: Grey
Alignment: Neutral Mark of Stone
Powers: Crafted out of the curious fiddling of a mystic, one not yet refined in his art, the stony man, if it could be called such, was meant to be a human who's skin could not be destroyed, bones could not be broken, and will could not be shattered. Yet he possesses these powers incompletely, only his arms made sturdy enough before Grey decided he no longer wanted this.
While his hands struggle to even operate simple weaponry or give a handshake without crushing bone, and his voice is silent, Grey still has plenty of mobility and can break through rock with his bare fist. Bullets lodge into the outermost layers and nothing else, and knives lose their point just trying to pierce it.
Yet, the magic has marked his body with the power to connect with others, simply by touching them. He still doesn't understand fully what effects may come from it, or how to harness it, but he feels stronger with each battle he fights alongside another, and can see the same occurring with them. The bond fills him with some sort of...odd loyalty, willing to protect them with all his will in the heat of battle. Perhaps it's just the human part of him, finally coming out...
Power Origin: Magic
Experience Level: Lvl 1 and 0XPAppearance and Personality
Grey sports a very average set of male, human features, save a few. His eyes are a dulled blue, sitting on a round, somewhat rigid face. Thin lips seem to rest in a serious look, almost a scowl but not quite. While his nose is a bit large and flat, it is a prominent feature on a fairly regular face. Moving further, the grey-ish skin that is present across his body seems darker on his arms. His fingers and forearm are much bulkier than a normal human, as if there was a plate of metal beneath them. In contrast, his legs are very average despite their coloring, even thinner possibly than average.
Height: 6 ‘ even
Age: 2 Years since Formed
Personality: It is difficult to gain a handle on his personality without him talking, but enough exposure to him shows a deeper level to the hulking, brooding man. His loyalty is above any other’s, and he has a strong desire to aid in the affairs of others. Despite this, he still wishes to keep some independence for himself, and may distance himself once the fighting has ceased. Also, much of his approach to issues may be considered too direct, when there are other solutions.
Likes: Strength and security, karma, gratitude, assisting
Dislikes: Disloyalty, smooth-talkers, magic-usersAbilities
Swap-[Defensive] You form a link between you and a person you touch. The next time they are struck, your link allows you to swap position them and block the hit. Two round CD, which start upon them being attacked.Stats
Intelligence: 0Skills and Weaknesses
Skill 1 - Unarmed: His inability to wield a weapon has forced him to use his hands in its place, garnering him some insight into how best to strike a foe and where in order to take them out. In addition to his power, this makes him dangerous in closer quarters, if he is allowed to close the distance.
Skill 2 Intimidate - Something about the hulking, grey-toned man speaks strength and power. He can simply use his actions rather than words to make others see his way or give him information, but only if he must act diplomatically rather than more forceful approaches.
Skill 3 Spot - Spending much of his time in the darkened basement of his creator has tuned his eyes to more perceptive to small changes even in the gloom of the night. A concealed weapon or a hidden item may be picked up by his eyes while others sometimes would not.
Weakness 1 Any Weapon Proficiency besides Unarmed
Weakness 2 Language
Weakness 3 Diplomacy
Fear 1 Magic
Fear 2 Losing someone he is bonded toHistory
Some things, Grey believed, were better left untouched by human hands or delved into by human minds. It was not that he worried about the reckoning of a higher force, whatever that meant to others, because he believed in no such thing. His world was separate from that world. His higher power ate, slept, drank, and would die like any other human. Imperfection breeds imperfection, and he wondered if his silence was a testament to that.
His first memory wasn’t of being a child. What he was told was that he was never human, and that this was simply, in his mind, an egocentric reflection or copy of the one who made him. That struck a chord with Grey, and it was the initial thing that he started not to believe from his maker. He was the same in most ways with a human, relying on food and water and needing rest, but he was meant to believe that the two of them were in no way alike? Already he sensed some sort of distance growing.
His awakening into the world was not of any warmth. Faintly he could remember waking up on a cold, wooden table, sprawling across it like an examination table with his feet hanging off the end. There was no tubes or needles or and experimenting, just a man with a leather book and a powerful aura about him. Not physical strength, like Grey had been molded for, but the ability to conjure up anything simply by thought and will. A punch took effort, intimacy, power, and would never be anything but a closed fist. The magical energies he wielded could become anything he wished for without the lift of a finger. You didn’t have to see those you wished to affect, and you could crush a man ten times your size without giving him an opportunity to strike.
Grey never truly felt any more terror towards something above that.
The interaction the two of them had from that point on was not what one would imagine a Creator to do. Taking a knife, rather clumsily as if he had never held one before in his entire life (a fact which would not be surprising), the Creator plunged it into the arm of Grey. It faltered for a second, before the rough texture of his skin gave way to the blade. His first experience was pain, searing and deep. There was nothing he could do to stop a stream from passing from his lips, a noise that broke the silence of the room and made his Creator leap back.
His words commanded a force Grey could not see, but a burning force in his throat that he could feel. Something within him was destroyed and turned to ash, the yell instantly stopping as if a button on a remote had been pressed to mute him. From that point on he feared those powers which he could not see, the soundless yells turning into winces, and then eventually just a flinch as his Creator tested his arm over and over again. Each time after the blade still cut through, another incantation would be put on him, another hazy spot in his memory, another knife cutting into him. He lost track of him through everything but the light trickling in through the window of the room.
Time became an odd, meaningless thing when every day was the same, unceasing thing. It had been a wish of his to still keep track of each time his Creator tried to make his arm stronger, but he saw no value in it and eventually let it slip through his fingers. Years passed throughout all of this, a concept too large for him to fully understand. Never had the idea of leaving came into his mind though he was not restrained or forced to stay there. There was still disdain at his Maker for taking from him his voice. It was, in essence, a gift he had been given, that was taken from him from the one that gave it. Was that right?
He considered that his Creator could be wrong.
The day his arm was finished was the day he was gone. The normal incantation, the normal strike with the knife, but an abnormal sound. Metal twisted against flesh, and it did not give way. The blade clinked off of his arm, the point dulled, the knife tarnished. A light showed in the eyes of the man that had made him, pride that he soon realized was not for his creation, but for himself.
He had always just been this man’s plaything for his own gain, hadn’t he? Why did he lay here and allow it to happen? Time didn’t blur for Grey as the man began to walk away and back up the stairs once more. He was aware. Ready. Angry.
Thick fingers reached forwards to the unaware, careless man, and closed around his throat. The pride shimmering in his eyes ceased, clouded by fear and panic. For once the man that had all the power, every single thing that put terror into Grey’s heart, felt the same way he did. The words the mage needed to say could not pass through with the massive hand clamped around his neck. His feet left the floor, and there was a moment where Grey felt that he would do it, and crush the human he cared not for. But something within sounded that it was not the best of plans. A conscience? Perhaps, but he cared for it not.
Tossing the frail man away and into a wall, he gave no more heed to him as he began his trek away, towards the same stairs he had left by every day.
The same voice from before gave no suggestion, but he knew all he needed was somewhere beyond here, someone that needed him.
*To be added with Factions* This post has been edited by Fro: Sep 3 2015, 10:11 AM