Post by The Rubber Baron on May 7, 2009 17:39:39 GMT -5
Supervillian alias: The Rubber Baron
Gender/Sex: Male
Age: 22
Height: Variable (default 6’5”)
Physique: Variable (default fairly bulbous)
Powers: Shape deformation, long reach, indeterminate number of limbs
Costume: The Rubber usually wears a heavy trenchcoat and a rimmed hat when walking out in the streets, so that he appears to be only a heavy set, if shady, man from a distance.
Home City: Blackwork City
Real Name: Benjamin Dover
Backstory:
Ben’s life was a joke. His parents, the Dover’s, were either idiots or had a cruel sense of humor when they named their son. Regardless, Ben was a failure in virtually everything he did. He was the nerd, the social outcast. He had no friends, never had a girlfriend, didn’t even get very good grades. His mother died when he was 16, and his father kicked him out of the house by the age of 20, tired of the boy not leaching off of him for room and board without paying any rent, since he never picked up a job.
Once on his own, he was forced to pick up a blue collar job at a chemical plant in Blackwork city. The safety standards were very poor, as usual in the industrial center of the city – long bridges with substandard railing suspended over tanks of boiling chemicals. That whole jazz. As luck would have it, Ben was on one of these platforms when a superhero fight broke out on the street outside the factory, which resulted in a dump truck full of toxic substances being hurled into the building, collapsing the roof and the platform Ben was on. He fell into a large vat of boiling latex that was soon mixed with leaking toxic waste. Then the whole building exploded.
When Ben came to, he couldn’t perceive anything. This wouldn’t change until, after several hours, he figured out how to reform the components of his head back into a roughly head-shaped form. The accident had destroyed any static anatomy of his body, making him a mass of fluid muscle and veins, wrapped in a veneer of latex-like skin. He found that, with effort, he could mold himself into different shapes, willing his muscles to assume new forms. One of the easier things to form were long tensile appendages that he substituted for the hands he no longer had.
The first thing he did with his new form was to rob a grocery store of their entire stock of lubricant – his new form’s skin was extremely sensitive to atmosphere, and a lack of moisture caused his skin to start to dry and crack painfully.
Appearance:
Time has given Ben a chance to practice his shape shifting, and he usually maintains a vaguely humanoid shape now. He has two arms, two legs and a head, but each is simplified greatly. His hands only have two “fingers” and his feet are more like wide stumps on the end of his legs. His face looks like a normal face that’s had a translucent bag tightened around it. He has no hair on any of his body, and his skin is vaguely yellow and partially see-through. Beneath the skin you can see a mass of writhing muscle mass and loose veins, ligaments and the occasional unconnected bone.
Other:
Ben wasn’t overly saddened by the sudden change in his life – there wasn’t anyone in his life before, and there wasn’t anyone in his life now. But now, at least, he had the power to make people pay for not paying attention to him. Ben started off with petty theft and mugging, and worked his way up the ladder, eventually managing to get his own underground crime ring started. The mobs were quite spread out through Blackwork, so he found himself paying “operation” taxes to the king pin of the area, but otherwise, Ben had found himself a good niche as a thug.
Gender/Sex: Male
Age: 22
Height: Variable (default 6’5”)
Physique: Variable (default fairly bulbous)
Powers: Shape deformation, long reach, indeterminate number of limbs
Costume: The Rubber usually wears a heavy trenchcoat and a rimmed hat when walking out in the streets, so that he appears to be only a heavy set, if shady, man from a distance.
Home City: Blackwork City
Real Name: Benjamin Dover
Backstory:
Ben’s life was a joke. His parents, the Dover’s, were either idiots or had a cruel sense of humor when they named their son. Regardless, Ben was a failure in virtually everything he did. He was the nerd, the social outcast. He had no friends, never had a girlfriend, didn’t even get very good grades. His mother died when he was 16, and his father kicked him out of the house by the age of 20, tired of the boy not leaching off of him for room and board without paying any rent, since he never picked up a job.
Once on his own, he was forced to pick up a blue collar job at a chemical plant in Blackwork city. The safety standards were very poor, as usual in the industrial center of the city – long bridges with substandard railing suspended over tanks of boiling chemicals. That whole jazz. As luck would have it, Ben was on one of these platforms when a superhero fight broke out on the street outside the factory, which resulted in a dump truck full of toxic substances being hurled into the building, collapsing the roof and the platform Ben was on. He fell into a large vat of boiling latex that was soon mixed with leaking toxic waste. Then the whole building exploded.
When Ben came to, he couldn’t perceive anything. This wouldn’t change until, after several hours, he figured out how to reform the components of his head back into a roughly head-shaped form. The accident had destroyed any static anatomy of his body, making him a mass of fluid muscle and veins, wrapped in a veneer of latex-like skin. He found that, with effort, he could mold himself into different shapes, willing his muscles to assume new forms. One of the easier things to form were long tensile appendages that he substituted for the hands he no longer had.
The first thing he did with his new form was to rob a grocery store of their entire stock of lubricant – his new form’s skin was extremely sensitive to atmosphere, and a lack of moisture caused his skin to start to dry and crack painfully.
Appearance:
Time has given Ben a chance to practice his shape shifting, and he usually maintains a vaguely humanoid shape now. He has two arms, two legs and a head, but each is simplified greatly. His hands only have two “fingers” and his feet are more like wide stumps on the end of his legs. His face looks like a normal face that’s had a translucent bag tightened around it. He has no hair on any of his body, and his skin is vaguely yellow and partially see-through. Beneath the skin you can see a mass of writhing muscle mass and loose veins, ligaments and the occasional unconnected bone.
Other:
Ben wasn’t overly saddened by the sudden change in his life – there wasn’t anyone in his life before, and there wasn’t anyone in his life now. But now, at least, he had the power to make people pay for not paying attention to him. Ben started off with petty theft and mugging, and worked his way up the ladder, eventually managing to get his own underground crime ring started. The mobs were quite spread out through Blackwork, so he found himself paying “operation” taxes to the king pin of the area, but otherwise, Ben had found himself a good niche as a thug.