Post by Franky Jack Black on Jun 22, 2008 19:47:45 GMT -5
Name: Franklin Jack Black
Nicknames: Franky, Frankenstein, Jack
Code Name:Bone Collector
Age:17
Gender:Male
Powers/Special Abilities:
The Black Blood
Jack's main mutant ability is something he calls the black blood. Jack's blood is strange indeed and posses a few unique traits. When ever Jack is damage the black blood will flow not bleed and instead will cover the wound so it can heal. Its most powerful ability is that when ever Jack loses a body the black blood will search for a replacement body part. For example if Jack lost his arm he could remove the arm of someone and add it to his own. Once jack gains the body part he gains all of the abilities that the body part once had. Say that Jack stole Bishop's hand. Jack would then be able to store energy within his hand and release it but only within his hand. The body parts he steals still decay so he must either find a replacement or get his own body part back. If the Black Blood is separated from Jack’s body it will find its way back to him and if it is destroyed it will replicate more of itself.
Unknown to everyone else is the fact that Jack’s body is a vessel to his true self. In truth his true body is the Black Blood. Because of that he truly does not need sleep, food, water, or oxygen but his mind tells him to. It is also the reason why he can survive almost nay physical attack. The Black Blood poses many abilities which he has not tapped into and only time can tell if he will ever tap into them. The Black Blood is totally and completely Jack. Each molecule of it contains all information about him, that’s why he remembers everything if his head is destroyed and is re-grown or he would if his head was to be destroyed.
Improvise
If Jack can not get a body part within the hour the black blood will take the shape of that body part but not the color. When ever a body part is replaced it looks as if it was replace with a black crystal like material. When Jack uses this "improv" his strength is at its usual level. If Jack trains enough he may be able to control the blood and create weapons from it and change the shape of the "improv".
Hunger
Because its unlikely for a mutant to drop dead when Jack is in need of a body part he has this kind of aura about him. Mutants around him begin to experience a kind of bad luck which only worsens as they hang around him. Within a years time the accidents become lethal to most mutants with out regenerative properties. Jack uses the Hunger as a kind of mutant sense. When he feels the Hunger kick in he knows a mutant is near and from there he looks for the person with the worse luck.This only occurs when Jack is using an "improv" though.
Appearance:
At this moment Jack does not poses any other mutants body parts. His left leg has been replaced by a boy who he was friends with. The tone of his left leg is much darker than the rest of him. Currently he is missing his entire left arm, except his hand. He usually wears bandages over the arm. he stands at six feet even and weighs approximately one hundred and thirty pounds. On his back he has two tattoos. On his left side he has a bat wing that stretches from his shoulder to his hip. On the right there is an angle wing that is the same size as the bat wing.
Personality:Jack is very shy among other mutants. He knows that if he remains among them that sooner or later the person will die so he tends to avoid them as much as possible. While he is around humans Jack will act as he truly feels. He is a loud person who always has a wide smile on his face. He speaks his opinion and is not afraid to prove you wrong even if he looks like the idiot in the end. He rarely gets angry but when he does it would be best to get out of his way. It is not smart to go after a person who is willing to steal your body parts.
Hobbies:
Reading
Playing guitar
Listening to music
Weapons/Equipment/Skills Jack carries around a large knife which he uses to
History:
Born in Chicago, Illinois, United States Jack was a quiet boy. His father had died because of one of Jack's secondary powers which Jack figured out latter on in his life. His mother loved him to death and thought of him as her only treasure left in her world. His mother worked most of the time so he was left with baby sitter. Jack spent much of his time on the computer and listening to his baby sitters music.
At the age of four Jack's powers emerged. Jack discovered his powers much earlier than most mutants and has kept them hidden from everyone close to him. One day his baby sitters boy friend came over after they had gotten into a fight. He came to Jack's home drunk beyond belief with a shotgun. Jack tried to protect his bay sitter and he was shot in the arm. His entire left arm was blown off but he did not bleed. Instantly his arm grew back as a black crystal like material. Because of Jack's fear it allowed him to sue a power he can't even use now.
His arm extended and became a black blade which pierced the mans stomach. Jack fainted because of the stress and when he awoke he was perfectly fine and the baby sitter's boy friend was being carried away in a body bag. Only Jack and his baby sitter knew of what happened and they both swore to keep it a secret. Time passed and Jack went through school using his encycolopedia like knowledge to pass classes left and right.
When Jack was sixteen a mutant went berserk in his school. He had the ability to manipulate water completely. Jack attempted to fight him but failed when his leg and arm were both severed. His friend, captain of the basketball team, was able to stop him by knocking him out with a well placed punch but not before losing his leg. As he laid there dying Jack took his leg with out thinking and tried to carry him to the medics.
He died within Jack's arms. The mutant was arrested and Jack didn't come back to school. A week latter he was approached by Xavier's School. Jack accepted and hoped to get away from his problems but he was wrong. His secondary power was kicked into over drive because of his missing arm. Because of this he only comes out for classes. He remained in the school for several days and then ran away into New York. He lives in Central Park and often watches Spiderman web sling across the skyline.
Role Playing Sample:From a Bleach Site back when I RPed a lot more
The large arrancar known as Giya made his way through the massive desert that he called home. He took a deep breath as he inhaled the "fresh" air. He smiled wide as he looked around. He adjusted the large Zanpaktou on his side and continued onward towards his home. He could feel his brothers and sisters within Los Noches and he was eager to among them once more. From his guess, this was not very good most of the time, the first three Espada where in Los Noches.
"If I were any other person I would just use Garganta to get there." he said cracking his neck. His grin widened as he used Sonido. The desert filled with the sound of electricity as the Arrancar made his way to the castle. He avoided the few hollows that were above ground and stopped. He let out a sigh as his pale grey eyes looked over the white castle. This was his home and it would always be such until the day he died...again. He felt an emotional attachment to the castle. It was a place where he could rest a place where he kept his belongings. It was strange he felt that the castle was a priority and it must be defended at all costs except at the loss of the Orb of Distortion or the higher ranking arrancar.
"One hundred and thirty steps." he said proudly as he grabbed the large door and pulled it open. "Brothers, Sister I'm home!" roared Giya as the door opened. He stepped into the castle and closed the door behind him. It creaked and closed with a loud crashing sound that was sure to have frightened some of the weaker Hollows. Giya ran his hands through his hair and smiled. Even though he was one of the youngest he was still powerful enough top be called the Fourth Espada. Even in the empty halls he could hear the sound of his siblings discussing something. He sighed as he scratched the back of his head. Were they arguing again? And if so what was it about this time?
He turned a corner and came to the throne room. He looked through the door and saw his brothers and sister standing discussing something about a third release. Were they talking about Shinigami or there own inability to activate a third form. Giya wanted to voice his opinion but he was sure that if he did it may cause an argument but if this was in fact not an argument then he would have to throw in his own two cents. "Hello!" he said in his usual loud and happy voice. He walked through the door awaiting the others response to his sudden and loud arrival. He was sure at least one if not all of them would be angry at him because of his sunny disposition. He was used to it by now.
For years now he had been told he was one of the universes most evil beings yet he was always happy and optimistic. Giya felt that just because he enjoyed bringing pain to those who he disliked did not mean he had to be the classic evil villain that appeared in stories. To himself he though that he was an anti-hero instead of a villain. He did as he liked even if it involved hurting or saving people. He glanced towards Black who was the oldest and then over at Zeal there new leader and finally he looked over at Skky. It seemed as if they were deep in thought about there old conversation.
He looked at their Zanpaktou than at his. Even though his was the largest he was not the strongest he just enjoyed swinging around a massive blade. The others were more efficient. They compressed theirs so they did not have some of the problems that Giya had. But with his physical strength he made up for it with the ability to use his sword single handedly and with enough speed to surpass most of the Captains in the soul society. He looked over at Black and then walked over towards him and took a seat on the other side of the bench not wanting to insult the old arrancar by seeming disrespectful of his space.
X-Men; Brotherhood; Neutral:Neutral
Other
Uh this profile is slightly crappy. Sorry I'm just kind of having a writer's crisis and I'm trying to write through it.
Nicknames: Franky, Frankenstein, Jack
Code Name:Bone Collector
Age:17
Gender:Male
Powers/Special Abilities:
The Black Blood
Jack's main mutant ability is something he calls the black blood. Jack's blood is strange indeed and posses a few unique traits. When ever Jack is damage the black blood will flow not bleed and instead will cover the wound so it can heal. Its most powerful ability is that when ever Jack loses a body the black blood will search for a replacement body part. For example if Jack lost his arm he could remove the arm of someone and add it to his own. Once jack gains the body part he gains all of the abilities that the body part once had. Say that Jack stole Bishop's hand. Jack would then be able to store energy within his hand and release it but only within his hand. The body parts he steals still decay so he must either find a replacement or get his own body part back. If the Black Blood is separated from Jack’s body it will find its way back to him and if it is destroyed it will replicate more of itself.
Unknown to everyone else is the fact that Jack’s body is a vessel to his true self. In truth his true body is the Black Blood. Because of that he truly does not need sleep, food, water, or oxygen but his mind tells him to. It is also the reason why he can survive almost nay physical attack. The Black Blood poses many abilities which he has not tapped into and only time can tell if he will ever tap into them. The Black Blood is totally and completely Jack. Each molecule of it contains all information about him, that’s why he remembers everything if his head is destroyed and is re-grown or he would if his head was to be destroyed.
Improvise
If Jack can not get a body part within the hour the black blood will take the shape of that body part but not the color. When ever a body part is replaced it looks as if it was replace with a black crystal like material. When Jack uses this "improv" his strength is at its usual level. If Jack trains enough he may be able to control the blood and create weapons from it and change the shape of the "improv".
Hunger
Because its unlikely for a mutant to drop dead when Jack is in need of a body part he has this kind of aura about him. Mutants around him begin to experience a kind of bad luck which only worsens as they hang around him. Within a years time the accidents become lethal to most mutants with out regenerative properties. Jack uses the Hunger as a kind of mutant sense. When he feels the Hunger kick in he knows a mutant is near and from there he looks for the person with the worse luck.This only occurs when Jack is using an "improv" though.
Appearance:
At this moment Jack does not poses any other mutants body parts. His left leg has been replaced by a boy who he was friends with. The tone of his left leg is much darker than the rest of him. Currently he is missing his entire left arm, except his hand. He usually wears bandages over the arm. he stands at six feet even and weighs approximately one hundred and thirty pounds. On his back he has two tattoos. On his left side he has a bat wing that stretches from his shoulder to his hip. On the right there is an angle wing that is the same size as the bat wing.
Personality:Jack is very shy among other mutants. He knows that if he remains among them that sooner or later the person will die so he tends to avoid them as much as possible. While he is around humans Jack will act as he truly feels. He is a loud person who always has a wide smile on his face. He speaks his opinion and is not afraid to prove you wrong even if he looks like the idiot in the end. He rarely gets angry but when he does it would be best to get out of his way. It is not smart to go after a person who is willing to steal your body parts.
Hobbies:
Reading
Playing guitar
Listening to music
Weapons/Equipment/Skills Jack carries around a large knife which he uses to
History:
Born in Chicago, Illinois, United States Jack was a quiet boy. His father had died because of one of Jack's secondary powers which Jack figured out latter on in his life. His mother loved him to death and thought of him as her only treasure left in her world. His mother worked most of the time so he was left with baby sitter. Jack spent much of his time on the computer and listening to his baby sitters music.
At the age of four Jack's powers emerged. Jack discovered his powers much earlier than most mutants and has kept them hidden from everyone close to him. One day his baby sitters boy friend came over after they had gotten into a fight. He came to Jack's home drunk beyond belief with a shotgun. Jack tried to protect his bay sitter and he was shot in the arm. His entire left arm was blown off but he did not bleed. Instantly his arm grew back as a black crystal like material. Because of Jack's fear it allowed him to sue a power he can't even use now.
His arm extended and became a black blade which pierced the mans stomach. Jack fainted because of the stress and when he awoke he was perfectly fine and the baby sitter's boy friend was being carried away in a body bag. Only Jack and his baby sitter knew of what happened and they both swore to keep it a secret. Time passed and Jack went through school using his encycolopedia like knowledge to pass classes left and right.
When Jack was sixteen a mutant went berserk in his school. He had the ability to manipulate water completely. Jack attempted to fight him but failed when his leg and arm were both severed. His friend, captain of the basketball team, was able to stop him by knocking him out with a well placed punch but not before losing his leg. As he laid there dying Jack took his leg with out thinking and tried to carry him to the medics.
He died within Jack's arms. The mutant was arrested and Jack didn't come back to school. A week latter he was approached by Xavier's School. Jack accepted and hoped to get away from his problems but he was wrong. His secondary power was kicked into over drive because of his missing arm. Because of this he only comes out for classes. He remained in the school for several days and then ran away into New York. He lives in Central Park and often watches Spiderman web sling across the skyline.
Role Playing Sample:From a Bleach Site back when I RPed a lot more
The large arrancar known as Giya made his way through the massive desert that he called home. He took a deep breath as he inhaled the "fresh" air. He smiled wide as he looked around. He adjusted the large Zanpaktou on his side and continued onward towards his home. He could feel his brothers and sisters within Los Noches and he was eager to among them once more. From his guess, this was not very good most of the time, the first three Espada where in Los Noches.
"If I were any other person I would just use Garganta to get there." he said cracking his neck. His grin widened as he used Sonido. The desert filled with the sound of electricity as the Arrancar made his way to the castle. He avoided the few hollows that were above ground and stopped. He let out a sigh as his pale grey eyes looked over the white castle. This was his home and it would always be such until the day he died...again. He felt an emotional attachment to the castle. It was a place where he could rest a place where he kept his belongings. It was strange he felt that the castle was a priority and it must be defended at all costs except at the loss of the Orb of Distortion or the higher ranking arrancar.
"One hundred and thirty steps." he said proudly as he grabbed the large door and pulled it open. "Brothers, Sister I'm home!" roared Giya as the door opened. He stepped into the castle and closed the door behind him. It creaked and closed with a loud crashing sound that was sure to have frightened some of the weaker Hollows. Giya ran his hands through his hair and smiled. Even though he was one of the youngest he was still powerful enough top be called the Fourth Espada. Even in the empty halls he could hear the sound of his siblings discussing something. He sighed as he scratched the back of his head. Were they arguing again? And if so what was it about this time?
He turned a corner and came to the throne room. He looked through the door and saw his brothers and sister standing discussing something about a third release. Were they talking about Shinigami or there own inability to activate a third form. Giya wanted to voice his opinion but he was sure that if he did it may cause an argument but if this was in fact not an argument then he would have to throw in his own two cents. "Hello!" he said in his usual loud and happy voice. He walked through the door awaiting the others response to his sudden and loud arrival. He was sure at least one if not all of them would be angry at him because of his sunny disposition. He was used to it by now.
For years now he had been told he was one of the universes most evil beings yet he was always happy and optimistic. Giya felt that just because he enjoyed bringing pain to those who he disliked did not mean he had to be the classic evil villain that appeared in stories. To himself he though that he was an anti-hero instead of a villain. He did as he liked even if it involved hurting or saving people. He glanced towards Black who was the oldest and then over at Zeal there new leader and finally he looked over at Skky. It seemed as if they were deep in thought about there old conversation.
He looked at their Zanpaktou than at his. Even though his was the largest he was not the strongest he just enjoyed swinging around a massive blade. The others were more efficient. They compressed theirs so they did not have some of the problems that Giya had. But with his physical strength he made up for it with the ability to use his sword single handedly and with enough speed to surpass most of the Captains in the soul society. He looked over at Black and then walked over towards him and took a seat on the other side of the bench not wanting to insult the old arrancar by seeming disrespectful of his space.
X-Men; Brotherhood; Neutral:Neutral
Other
Uh this profile is slightly crappy. Sorry I'm just kind of having a writer's crisis and I'm trying to write through it.
