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" My name is Holocaust! "
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``Basic Character Info
Characters Name ` Characters Nickname(s) ` Leonard Smalls Codename ` Holocaust Gender ` Male Age ` Mid-Twenties Currently Living ` Mobile; Formerly Paris Island, Dekota Personality ` Holocaust is a fiery demon. A aggressive, intelligent, cunning and dangerous individual who has no qualms with taking the live of innocent men, women or children if circumstances so demands. A life-long gang-member, Holocaust has the typical pathos of a criminal of his background. Coming from a low-income working class without strict parental guidance or adult mentorship and growing up in an atmosphere of violence and iniquity forge a strong will and drive to succeed. This drive is prioritized over other concerns and is used as justification over other moral or ethical factors. In short: " It's all fair because I say so. "
Power, the obsession to secure it and resulting feeling of impotency without it, is one of the purer motivation that Holocaust possess. Another, his anger, comes from the lack of power Holocaust felt as a youth. The inability to control his circumstance created a well of rage within the man that seems to serve as the source of his fearsome rage, as well as the psychosomatic source of his powerful pyrokinesis.
History ` Leonard Smalls is the illegitimate son of Dakota Mayor Thomasina Jefferson. A superhumanly strong pyrokinetic, Smalls left the Syndicate after a leadership struggle with Texador, and chose to abandon the small-scale world of gangs for the greater possibilities offered by organized crime. As an initiation ritual, he was obliged to surrender something of great value to him: his name, and the reputation that came with it. Unable to call himself Holocaust, Smalls renamed himself Pyre. As Pyre, he tried to reform a new Blood Syndicate of his own recruiting: Boogieman, Flashback, Mistress Death, Bad Betty, Fade, Tarmack, Bubbasaurus, and Rocket (who was undercover). Smalls then reclaimed his name - Holocaust.
After a federal reconstruction of Paris Island forced a crackdown on gang-activity and internal conflict within the Blood Syndicate, Holocaust escaped Dakota and set out as a mercenary for hire. Where his path takes him, only one thing is for sure. He is Holocaust.
``Characters Powers
Powers ` Pyrokinesis: Holocaust possess the ability to generate and control super-heated plasma for a variety of effects. Commonly, this power is used for offensive attack where the wielder produces blasts of flame to ward off opponents. The limits of his abilities are heretofore unknown.
Superhuman Strength: Holocaust possess the ability to lift and/or press volumes of mass far in excess to that normally possible for a human being functioning in Earth gravity to an upper limit of 100 tons.
Limitations and Weakness ` Though Holocaust is capable of producing flames up to 1000 degrees Fahrenheit, Holocaust is unable to control the volume or insensitive of the fire once spread. Nor can Holocaust control the intensity of fires created from other sources and is susceptible to burning or smoke inhalation. Though Holocaust also possess superhuman strength, he lacks superhuman durability making him susceptible to physical harm and disease, though as he is a large figure in peak physical condition which goes some way at resisting disease and fighting injuries.
Species ` Human Affiliation ` Villain Non Mutant Skills ` Capable Leader: Holocaust is a sturdy and capable leader, able to unite conflicting group under a single purpose thorough fear and intimidation.
``RP Sample Quote:… A cursory view of the room indicated the dinginess there of. The blood stuck to the floor like sweet honey and filled the olfactory senses with their coppery and metallic taste that stuck to the roof of mouths. The long red river bed pooled around the steel grate that led down into a drainage ditch and mingled into the sewers below. Though out in the night, the cold snapped dropped the mercury in the thermostats to double digits starting in twos, in this room it was balmy and hot. A single searing eighty watt became a miniature sun. The space was stifling. It beat down on the skin like a weekend in the savanna.
In the dark a match flickered. The match came up and redden the end of a cigarette. There was thick draft and a exhausted sigh. The smoking figure leaned on the support of his seat, the balancing on the back legs. Another drag and this confluence was render an emulsion in a soot black cloud. " I like the heat. 's why I turn the thermostat way up where I go. " said the figure with a voice like leather. His dark locked hair fell over his eye as he hunched forward. " I'm thinking it's some African !@#$. Real pigmy stuff. I read something about that. That y'know, n!@#$%s take good to heat. Never see a n!@#$% livin' in Alaska or somethin'. That cold…don't do us any good. 's why my partners in the South are always relaxed. All that heat. Cold makes ya' tense. N!@#$s ain't suppose to live in cold. " He put out the match and stepped into the shadows, dark eyes staring over his intended victim with the glee of a child opening presents on Christmas day. " Know what I'm sayin'?" |
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