Post by Andrew Albright on Jun 16, 2009 13:18:55 GMT -5
Superhero alias: None; works publicly. Dubbed “Firewalker” by the local paper.
Gender/Sex: male
Age: 35
Height: 5'10"
Physique: fit, slightly paunchy
Costume description: Gray coveralls with orange markings to increase visibility; coveralls are made to be resistant to extremely high temperatures. Mercury City Emergency Services patch on the right breast; Albright Garage logo on the left (light gray, hollow cogwheel w/orange “A” superimposed over it). Owns a baseball cap with similar heat-resistant properties and the same Albright Garage logo; cap keeps things from getting caught in his hair. Heat-resistant boots, multipurpose goggles, headset radio, gas mask.
Powers/Abilities: Temperature and radiation resistance. Genetic structure has been altered by chemical spill following Mercury City Massacre; body can resist temperatures up to 2100 F (oxyacetylene torch) or down to -325 F (just below liquid nitrogen’s boiling point) before it starts to become affected. In addition, his skin and flesh have become intensely resistant to most known forms of radiation, helpful or not. Slightly physically tougher than average, but not invulnerable by any means.
Despite being made somewhat strong by job as auto mechanic, has gone slightly paunchy in recent years as diet gets richer.
Home City: Mercury City
Citizen Alias: Andrew Albright
Backstory: Andrew was born as the younger of two sons; the older one went to law school, but Andrew was always more interested in cars. After graduating from Mercury University with a degree in Auto Mechanics, he opened his own garage downtown, near the bay. While it wasn’t the most ideal location in the city for an auto garage, he made a modest living, and got to see all the cars he could have ever dreamed of.
Then, everything went wrong, when the Mercury City Massacre took place. After the noise had stopped, Andrew’s garage was largely in ruins, and the shellshocked mechanic, not wanting to come to terms with that just yet, headed out into the streets with a salvaged toolkit to help clear things out. While helping to clear out wrecks on the Bay Road, however, he wound up exposed to chemicals leaking out of an overturned tanker truck. The effects didn’t become apparent until later, when a shot from the Midway that had been thought to be a dud went off nearby.
Andrew was rushed to the hospital with six broken bones and lacerations all over, but though his clothes had been burned off there wasn’t a singe mark on him. He further confounded the doctors by showing up as one enormous mark on the X-rays, forcing them to identify the bones broken by older methods. It would be weeks before the puzzle was pieced together, and despite the mechanic’s initial fury over his situation (or perhaps that he didn’t wind up getting something less passive out of the ordeal), things eventually began to work out after he discovered there was a whole new field available to him; government work.
Though the Albright Garage still operates today, it’s moved to the inner suburbs, and the proprietor is often absent. Andrew has become the Emergency Services’ ace-in-the-hole, capable of walking into a burning building or tamping down a nuclear reactor with no gear bulkier than a gas mask. The additional paycheck has allowed him to move up in the world from a cramped apartment bayside to a slightly less-cramped strawberry-box house in the suburbs, and he makes no secret of his second job; in fact, there’s not much that can make him prouder than reading in today’s paper about yesterday’s rescue from the inferno.
Gender/Sex: male
Age: 35
Height: 5'10"
Physique: fit, slightly paunchy
Costume description: Gray coveralls with orange markings to increase visibility; coveralls are made to be resistant to extremely high temperatures. Mercury City Emergency Services patch on the right breast; Albright Garage logo on the left (light gray, hollow cogwheel w/orange “A” superimposed over it). Owns a baseball cap with similar heat-resistant properties and the same Albright Garage logo; cap keeps things from getting caught in his hair. Heat-resistant boots, multipurpose goggles, headset radio, gas mask.
Powers/Abilities: Temperature and radiation resistance. Genetic structure has been altered by chemical spill following Mercury City Massacre; body can resist temperatures up to 2100 F (oxyacetylene torch) or down to -325 F (just below liquid nitrogen’s boiling point) before it starts to become affected. In addition, his skin and flesh have become intensely resistant to most known forms of radiation, helpful or not. Slightly physically tougher than average, but not invulnerable by any means.
Despite being made somewhat strong by job as auto mechanic, has gone slightly paunchy in recent years as diet gets richer.
Home City: Mercury City
Citizen Alias: Andrew Albright
Backstory: Andrew was born as the younger of two sons; the older one went to law school, but Andrew was always more interested in cars. After graduating from Mercury University with a degree in Auto Mechanics, he opened his own garage downtown, near the bay. While it wasn’t the most ideal location in the city for an auto garage, he made a modest living, and got to see all the cars he could have ever dreamed of.
Then, everything went wrong, when the Mercury City Massacre took place. After the noise had stopped, Andrew’s garage was largely in ruins, and the shellshocked mechanic, not wanting to come to terms with that just yet, headed out into the streets with a salvaged toolkit to help clear things out. While helping to clear out wrecks on the Bay Road, however, he wound up exposed to chemicals leaking out of an overturned tanker truck. The effects didn’t become apparent until later, when a shot from the Midway that had been thought to be a dud went off nearby.
Andrew was rushed to the hospital with six broken bones and lacerations all over, but though his clothes had been burned off there wasn’t a singe mark on him. He further confounded the doctors by showing up as one enormous mark on the X-rays, forcing them to identify the bones broken by older methods. It would be weeks before the puzzle was pieced together, and despite the mechanic’s initial fury over his situation (or perhaps that he didn’t wind up getting something less passive out of the ordeal), things eventually began to work out after he discovered there was a whole new field available to him; government work.
Though the Albright Garage still operates today, it’s moved to the inner suburbs, and the proprietor is often absent. Andrew has become the Emergency Services’ ace-in-the-hole, capable of walking into a burning building or tamping down a nuclear reactor with no gear bulkier than a gas mask. The additional paycheck has allowed him to move up in the world from a cramped apartment bayside to a slightly less-cramped strawberry-box house in the suburbs, and he makes no secret of his second job; in fact, there’s not much that can make him prouder than reading in today’s paper about yesterday’s rescue from the inferno.