Post by Juggers on Jun 4, 2006 18:22:19 GMT -5
Posting this up with the Juggers profile. If he gets approved I'll create a new account for him. 
Name: Anthony Jenkins
Codename(s): Rasp
Affiliation: New Mutant/Mockant
Age: 43
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 125lbs
Hair Color: Mousey Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Appearance:
Anthony (Tony when familiar) is tall, tanned and scrawny. He takes no real pride in his appearance, tending towards the 'whatever comes out first' approach to dress. This most often manifests itself as a series of 80's band fan shirts, a variety of badly worn jeans and one of a dozen unwashed baseball caps. His shoe laces are NEVER correctly tied and travel in a perpetual tangle around his heels. Recently he has even lost the will to shave and has developed a full face of hair which does nothing to enhance his appearance. He is not growing old gracefully.
Personality:
Jenkins has always been somewhat shy, mostly due to his early years spent with parents that cared more about the local wildlife than their son. It was one of the many reasons his relationship with his wife was doomed to failure; they had no real social life to speak of. While she was out hitting the town with friends, he was closeted in the apartment watching TV or surfing the internet. Such a solitary, some would say wasted, experience has given him an amazing level of general knowledge though. It's amazing what you can learn from daytime television. After the change he has become, if anything, even more withdrawn.
Powers and Abilities:
Rasp has the ability to control the force of friction. At first glance the power is of limited use but with a little imagination and exertion the applications are both limitless and potentially lethal. Increasing the friction in a gun barrel will render it completely useless, as bullets stick against the resistance. Decreasing the friction of car brakes will render them useless and the vehicle will be powerless to stop. More extremely, increasing the friction of a persons skin makes even a breath of air lacerating, a gust of wind would result in a swift and very messy end for the poor unfortunate.
Weaknesses:
Rasp has no real idea of how to control his powers beyond concentrating on the desired effect and hoping really, really hard that it works. Sometimes he achieves the desired result. Sometimes he goes way over the top, usually with devastating consequences. A secondary side effect of the unstable transformation process is that under stress, Tony suffers from hallucinations. Mild anxiety results in relatively minor delusions, but the more severe the circumstances become the more detached from reality he becomes.
History:
Anthony Jenkins was born in Alberta, Canada and lived the first five years of his life as a happy, well adjusted child. His parents, father a natural historian and mother a zoologist loved and doted on their little boy. He had a child's curiosity towards the many furry animals his parents kept in the enclosure behind the house the firmly believed in his young mind that they could speak and were his very best friends. Thus it was that when his father was presented with an opportunity to relocate to Guyana to do a long term study of the local ecology, little Tony thought it a grand adventure.
A year later, living in a cabin in a tiny jungle community little Tony had revised his opinion of animals. Though some of the jungle beasts were as furry and friendly as those with which he was familiar (he liked monkeys), the first time he found a tarantula in his room as large as his face he was so terrified that he hid in a closet for four hours and refused to go back into the room for weeks. His formerly attentive parents became oblivious to their little ones plight, wrapped up as they were in their new work and failed to notice how insular and introverted he was becoming. Though the community had other children his age, most were local and excluded him from their group even if he had been inclined to join in.
Years rolled by and Anthony grew. As time passed his dislike, and in some cases, outright fear of jungle life did not diminish. If anything it deepened into a desperate need to escape. He helped around the village when he was able and willing but he never achieved any of the rapport of his parents. He had simply become too different.
Finally, at the age of eighteen he left the tiny village to take a job in Georgetown. Working as an assistant in a convenience store was not exactly glamorous but at least it was civilisation. The meagre wage paid the rent for the small apartment above the store and allowed few luxuries, but to Tony it was freedom. He could get into bed at night without having to divest it of eight legged monstrosities, slithering things and monkey droppings. To Anthony, these were things that mattered. His parents kept infrequent contact and occasionally sent money but they never bothered to visit. He never bothered to visit them either. If he ever saw the place again it would be too soon.
What had initially started out as a means of escape and perhaps a short term means to elsewhere slowly turned into a long term stay. Months turned into years and still he occupied the little apartment, often managing the store in the owners absence. Everybody came to know the quiet young man and would make friendly small talk while they shopped. He would smile and comment in return and make all the right noises until they went on their way. The few times he was asked out socially he shrugged and pleaded other plans before retiring to his apartment.
It came as something of a surprise then when he accepted an invitation out by the young Miss Catrin Wella. Sweet, bright and outgoing, she seemed the perfect match to finally bring Anthony out of his shell. And for awhile, she did. A year later they were married to the bemusement of his parents who had come to believe their son was some sort of recluse.
Marriage however did not agree with Tony. Or at least it did not agree with his relationship. Catrin wanted to change things. Tony was comfortable in his ways. While she was out being sociable he was parked in the apartment. Thus things stayed for five, long years. Finally, predictably Catrin despaired of her intractable husband and embarked on a series of torrid affairs. What started out as a cry for attention quickly developed into a regular pass-time and six months later the divorce file was sliding across the lawyers desk.
If Anthony took it badly he never showed it. Things continued much as they always had only he ran the store on an ever more regular basis. When the owner grew old enough to retire he passed over the deeds to Anthony 'in recognition for long service' he'd said jokingly. Anthony took it all very seriously, it was, after all, his life.
Then, one hot summer day an anti-mutant riot raged through Georgetown. The property damage was extensive. One of the casualties was Anthony's apartment and store which burned down to the ground. In one, fell swoop everything he had was taken away from him. Job and home were rendered to ashes. Tony despaired. Without money or purpose he wandered the streets aimlessly for a week, living off what scraps he could find and sleeping in warehouses along the docks.
Then, one night a boat slid into dock that he had never seen. A small mob of ragged looking folk were gathered waiting and Anthony listened as the man offered cash to those who would take part in some sort of medical experiment that would soon change the lives of all mankind. Tony didn't care about all mankind. He cared about cash. Without a second thought he stuck up his hand.
Likes/dislikes: Anthony has fairly broad ranging tastes, made broader by his recent experiences in homelessness. He is sloppy with his appearance and prefers normal, unassuming attire. The only thing he really, intensely dislikes with a passion bordering on phobia is creepy jungle life. In fact most things associated with the jungle. Apart from monkeys. He likes monkeys.
Sample post:
Anthony sat miserably in the tiny, bare cell shivering and coughing. He didn't know what that thing had been that they had put him through but it had left him feeling awful. Judging by the cries of agony that had come later he felt he might have gotten off lightly though. Without warning his calf muscles cramped and he leapt to his feet howling in pain and hopping from foot to foot in an effort to ease the sore muscles.
The motion made his head spin and he sat back down again hard. Clutching his temples and whimpering Anthony wondered what he had done to deserve this fate. Surely somebody up there was getting a good laugh at his expense.
"I'm watching you Mr. Jenkins," a rich voice, filled with the wisdom of years said.
"I'm sure you are," Anthony whispered dryly. He'd known for years that God had it in for him.
It took a couple of moments to register that the voice had in fact been real and not at all in his mind as he'd believed.
Anthony attempted to rise again, stumbled and caught himself. "Who the hell are you?" he wailed at his unseen tormenter. The grey walls did not reply.
The moment of silence stretched on interminably. "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!?" Anthony cried more insistently, more than a little desperation creeping into his voice.
Something moved behind him. It was large, hairy and many-legged. With creeping dread Anthony turned to confront what he knew could only be a giant spider. It scuttled out of his line of sight.
The realisation that a spider could not possibly have found its way into this featureless grey room made him grin maniacally. More hairy arachnids gathered at the periphery of his vision and he let out a giggle. They were magic spiders! Somehow they could teleport their way into his room and were hiding behind him. He whirled and capered a mad little dance in an effort to get a better look at his arachnid stalkers but they always managed to remain behind him.
There was an awful lot of them now, Anthony realised and he felt the first tickling of hairy legs play across back. He screamed then, the ragged howl of a man possessed.
"GOTOFFMEGETOFFMEGETOFFME!!"
A terrible, searing pain erupted across his back as a knife-like wound scored his flesh. Anthony flung himself around the cell like a maniac, his skin tearing across his body. Finally, his strength ebbed with his blood and he collapsed into a thrashing heap smearing the floor scarlet. His vision swam but through the haze of pain and madness he saw men in white rushing towards him and strong hands seizing his arms with a grip like steel.
"Turned his powers on himself ... "
"Alive at least ... "
"Maybe damaged beyond ... "
Then he slipped into merciful darkness.
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RP Experiance: You know don't you?
Name: Anthony Jenkins
Codename(s): Rasp
Affiliation: New Mutant/Mockant
Age: 43
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 125lbs
Hair Color: Mousey Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Appearance:
Anthony (Tony when familiar) is tall, tanned and scrawny. He takes no real pride in his appearance, tending towards the 'whatever comes out first' approach to dress. This most often manifests itself as a series of 80's band fan shirts, a variety of badly worn jeans and one of a dozen unwashed baseball caps. His shoe laces are NEVER correctly tied and travel in a perpetual tangle around his heels. Recently he has even lost the will to shave and has developed a full face of hair which does nothing to enhance his appearance. He is not growing old gracefully.
Personality:
Jenkins has always been somewhat shy, mostly due to his early years spent with parents that cared more about the local wildlife than their son. It was one of the many reasons his relationship with his wife was doomed to failure; they had no real social life to speak of. While she was out hitting the town with friends, he was closeted in the apartment watching TV or surfing the internet. Such a solitary, some would say wasted, experience has given him an amazing level of general knowledge though. It's amazing what you can learn from daytime television. After the change he has become, if anything, even more withdrawn.
Powers and Abilities:
Rasp has the ability to control the force of friction. At first glance the power is of limited use but with a little imagination and exertion the applications are both limitless and potentially lethal. Increasing the friction in a gun barrel will render it completely useless, as bullets stick against the resistance. Decreasing the friction of car brakes will render them useless and the vehicle will be powerless to stop. More extremely, increasing the friction of a persons skin makes even a breath of air lacerating, a gust of wind would result in a swift and very messy end for the poor unfortunate.
Weaknesses:
Rasp has no real idea of how to control his powers beyond concentrating on the desired effect and hoping really, really hard that it works. Sometimes he achieves the desired result. Sometimes he goes way over the top, usually with devastating consequences. A secondary side effect of the unstable transformation process is that under stress, Tony suffers from hallucinations. Mild anxiety results in relatively minor delusions, but the more severe the circumstances become the more detached from reality he becomes.
History:
Anthony Jenkins was born in Alberta, Canada and lived the first five years of his life as a happy, well adjusted child. His parents, father a natural historian and mother a zoologist loved and doted on their little boy. He had a child's curiosity towards the many furry animals his parents kept in the enclosure behind the house the firmly believed in his young mind that they could speak and were his very best friends. Thus it was that when his father was presented with an opportunity to relocate to Guyana to do a long term study of the local ecology, little Tony thought it a grand adventure.
A year later, living in a cabin in a tiny jungle community little Tony had revised his opinion of animals. Though some of the jungle beasts were as furry and friendly as those with which he was familiar (he liked monkeys), the first time he found a tarantula in his room as large as his face he was so terrified that he hid in a closet for four hours and refused to go back into the room for weeks. His formerly attentive parents became oblivious to their little ones plight, wrapped up as they were in their new work and failed to notice how insular and introverted he was becoming. Though the community had other children his age, most were local and excluded him from their group even if he had been inclined to join in.
Years rolled by and Anthony grew. As time passed his dislike, and in some cases, outright fear of jungle life did not diminish. If anything it deepened into a desperate need to escape. He helped around the village when he was able and willing but he never achieved any of the rapport of his parents. He had simply become too different.
Finally, at the age of eighteen he left the tiny village to take a job in Georgetown. Working as an assistant in a convenience store was not exactly glamorous but at least it was civilisation. The meagre wage paid the rent for the small apartment above the store and allowed few luxuries, but to Tony it was freedom. He could get into bed at night without having to divest it of eight legged monstrosities, slithering things and monkey droppings. To Anthony, these were things that mattered. His parents kept infrequent contact and occasionally sent money but they never bothered to visit. He never bothered to visit them either. If he ever saw the place again it would be too soon.
What had initially started out as a means of escape and perhaps a short term means to elsewhere slowly turned into a long term stay. Months turned into years and still he occupied the little apartment, often managing the store in the owners absence. Everybody came to know the quiet young man and would make friendly small talk while they shopped. He would smile and comment in return and make all the right noises until they went on their way. The few times he was asked out socially he shrugged and pleaded other plans before retiring to his apartment.
It came as something of a surprise then when he accepted an invitation out by the young Miss Catrin Wella. Sweet, bright and outgoing, she seemed the perfect match to finally bring Anthony out of his shell. And for awhile, she did. A year later they were married to the bemusement of his parents who had come to believe their son was some sort of recluse.
Marriage however did not agree with Tony. Or at least it did not agree with his relationship. Catrin wanted to change things. Tony was comfortable in his ways. While she was out being sociable he was parked in the apartment. Thus things stayed for five, long years. Finally, predictably Catrin despaired of her intractable husband and embarked on a series of torrid affairs. What started out as a cry for attention quickly developed into a regular pass-time and six months later the divorce file was sliding across the lawyers desk.
If Anthony took it badly he never showed it. Things continued much as they always had only he ran the store on an ever more regular basis. When the owner grew old enough to retire he passed over the deeds to Anthony 'in recognition for long service' he'd said jokingly. Anthony took it all very seriously, it was, after all, his life.
Then, one hot summer day an anti-mutant riot raged through Georgetown. The property damage was extensive. One of the casualties was Anthony's apartment and store which burned down to the ground. In one, fell swoop everything he had was taken away from him. Job and home were rendered to ashes. Tony despaired. Without money or purpose he wandered the streets aimlessly for a week, living off what scraps he could find and sleeping in warehouses along the docks.
Then, one night a boat slid into dock that he had never seen. A small mob of ragged looking folk were gathered waiting and Anthony listened as the man offered cash to those who would take part in some sort of medical experiment that would soon change the lives of all mankind. Tony didn't care about all mankind. He cared about cash. Without a second thought he stuck up his hand.
Likes/dislikes: Anthony has fairly broad ranging tastes, made broader by his recent experiences in homelessness. He is sloppy with his appearance and prefers normal, unassuming attire. The only thing he really, intensely dislikes with a passion bordering on phobia is creepy jungle life. In fact most things associated with the jungle. Apart from monkeys. He likes monkeys.
Sample post:
Anthony sat miserably in the tiny, bare cell shivering and coughing. He didn't know what that thing had been that they had put him through but it had left him feeling awful. Judging by the cries of agony that had come later he felt he might have gotten off lightly though. Without warning his calf muscles cramped and he leapt to his feet howling in pain and hopping from foot to foot in an effort to ease the sore muscles.
The motion made his head spin and he sat back down again hard. Clutching his temples and whimpering Anthony wondered what he had done to deserve this fate. Surely somebody up there was getting a good laugh at his expense.
"I'm watching you Mr. Jenkins," a rich voice, filled with the wisdom of years said.
"I'm sure you are," Anthony whispered dryly. He'd known for years that God had it in for him.
It took a couple of moments to register that the voice had in fact been real and not at all in his mind as he'd believed.
Anthony attempted to rise again, stumbled and caught himself. "Who the hell are you?" he wailed at his unseen tormenter. The grey walls did not reply.
The moment of silence stretched on interminably. "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!?" Anthony cried more insistently, more than a little desperation creeping into his voice.
Something moved behind him. It was large, hairy and many-legged. With creeping dread Anthony turned to confront what he knew could only be a giant spider. It scuttled out of his line of sight.
The realisation that a spider could not possibly have found its way into this featureless grey room made him grin maniacally. More hairy arachnids gathered at the periphery of his vision and he let out a giggle. They were magic spiders! Somehow they could teleport their way into his room and were hiding behind him. He whirled and capered a mad little dance in an effort to get a better look at his arachnid stalkers but they always managed to remain behind him.
There was an awful lot of them now, Anthony realised and he felt the first tickling of hairy legs play across back. He screamed then, the ragged howl of a man possessed.
"GOTOFFMEGETOFFMEGETOFFME!!"
A terrible, searing pain erupted across his back as a knife-like wound scored his flesh. Anthony flung himself around the cell like a maniac, his skin tearing across his body. Finally, his strength ebbed with his blood and he collapsed into a thrashing heap smearing the floor scarlet. His vision swam but through the haze of pain and madness he saw men in white rushing towards him and strong hands seizing his arms with a grip like steel.
"Turned his powers on himself ... "
"Alive at least ... "
"Maybe damaged beyond ... "
Then he slipped into merciful darkness.
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RP Experiance: You know don't you?
