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| Topic Started: September 19, 2015, 4:43 pm (141 Views) | |
| Gideon | September 19, 2015, 4:43 pm Post #1 |
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Namor![]() Full Name: Namor McKenzie Code Name: Namor Age: 32 Gender: Male Physical Description: Namor stands 6'1 and is a lean 180lbs of muscle with little extra baggage on his body. Deeply tanned skin hints at the amount of time he spends out in the sun, though the harmful rays don't seem to have done much harm, the rays of the sun not having left their marks on him as they would most others his age who spent 15 hours a day under the sun without protection. His strong cheek bones and piercing dark brown eyes tend to give him a somewhat brooding expression that matches his overall quiet and serious demeanor. On land he tends to dress in comfortable, mostly casual clothes such as jeans or shorts and short or long sleeved t-shirts. He has been known to dress up occasionally, but for the most part that sort of clothing doesn't travel well so he rarely has it with him. His sole feature that is different from a normal feature is the slightly pointed tip of each ear. They are slightly elongated in a way that some might associate with elven, but are not so pronounced as to be immediately inhuman. Playby: Derek Ryan Richardson Personality Overview: Namor has grown into the 'island life' quite well over the last decade. He is laid back, calm, and tends to be quite friendly but keeps his distance due to the fear of being found out for being a mutant. He tends to lose himself in the ocean for long periods, finding the unique sounds there help calm him and make him feel like home. He is slow to anger, but bottling things deep inside can lead to a strong temper if trouble is allowed to brew or annoy him too long. Otherwise trouble or slights tend not to phase him much and are quickly forgotten unless they're he's constantly reminded of them. As a side effect of trying to remain under the radar for so long, Namor tends to hate conflict and the attention it brings. Rather than being overly understanding, however, his main flaw is that perhaps sometimes he judges and makes decisions too quickly in order to avoid said conflict, refusing to argue a point and instead standing by his view until he has time later (and alone) to look it over again. Likes: Seas and large lakes, good beer, friendly tourists Dislikes: Overly salted food, needy tourists, confinement Fears: Namor fears being caught by governmental authorities Powers: Deep Sea Adaptation: Superhuman Strength & Durability - Due to his adaptations for being able to function at pressures that are a thousand times that of the Earth's surface, Namor has incredible strength and durability. When fully hydrated he has the ability to lift 40 tons and his body can withstand the pressure of being several miles underwater (10,000+ PSI) which makes him extremely durable and at full power he can withstand massive blows and most conventional weaponry. Additionally his great strength allows him to leap distances of several hundred feet. Amphibious Physiological Adaptation - Namor's body has mutated to allow for survival at nearly any pressure within the ocean. This has given him several enhancements over your standard human. This includes the ability to see a variety of light wavelengths which lets him see even deep in the ocean or complete darkness. It also includes the ability to withstand freezing temperatures and high pressure, and allows him to process oxygen from water. His adaptations, when combined with his strength, allow him to swim at speeds of up to 300 knots. His metabolism has also changed somewhat, having the effect of slowing down his aging process. This is something he's only recently begun to consider or realize when he noticed he still looks about the same as he did in his early 20s, despite being under the sun 12 or more hours per day without protection. Aquatic Healing - While wet or submersed in water Namor heals at a much faster rate than most people. Bruises and similar types of blunt damage are easiest to heal and disappear within seconds while in water, but cuts can take hours or longer depending on severity and broken bones would require days before fully healed. Aquatic Telepathy (mostly latent) - Namor has the innate ability to connect telepathically with any aquatic creature or denizen. He is not consciously aware of this ability, however, nor its potential and instead it simply manifests as a strong connection with sea life which causes them to respond favorably to his presence or assist in times of need. Flight (fully latent) - Namor's mutation has the potential to allow him full flight at wondrous speeds through as yet undermined means. Subconsciously this may be what allows him to swim at the speeds or leap the distances he does. Limitations: Dehydration: The longer Namor is out of contact with water the less effective his mutation becomes. The effect is not immediate but instead becomes more apparent the longer he goes without being hydrated. After 24 hours without water his strength and durability are reduced to a small fraction of his usual self. Attacks that would dehydrate him (such as heat/fire) can hasten this effect. Oxygen Imbalance: Namor is a mutant who can live on land or sea. He also needs them both. If he spends too much time in one without visiting the other he can become increasingly short tempered and suffer manic-depressive moodswings. Skills: Languages (Thai, Vietnamese, Malaysian, Indonesian, few bits and pieces of other SE Asian languages), talent for small businesses, navigation by sun and stars Birthday: July 17th Family: Leonard McKenzie (father) Legal Status: US Citizen - officially deceased History: Namor was born to Leonard and Fenja McKenzie in Boston, MA. Leonard was a bit of an explorer and a huge lover of the sea, often traveling deep into the Antarctic and venturing into parts of the planet that many other humans had never seen. As a child Namor inherited many of his father's qualities, especially the love of water and of finding new places to explore. He would often be found climbing trees or venturing off into the woods near their home - more than once causing his parents concern when he'd wander too far or not come back until well past dark. Growing into a teenager he was finally able to begin joining his father on some of his expeditions, and it was on one of these trips when Namor was 17 that everything changed. Deep into the Southern Ocean near Antarctica a large storm hit their ship. The crew was no stranger to this sort of thing and most thought nothing of it, and they all did their jobs - including Namor who had always wanted to work his own way on the ship. The storm grew worse, however, and while Namor was attempting to lock down a door that had come loose he was washed overboard and pulled out and under the sea. With how hectic everything was it was a while before he was even noticed missing, and with the storm raging for the better part of a day there was no way to search for him, and certainly no one would even believe he'd be alive after more than a few minutes in the frigid water that would kill most people within 10 minutes of submersion. Namor woke up some time later, though he isn't sure how much time passed. As his eyes flew opened he only saw water. Panicking he spun end over end, unable to even tell which direction was up until he calmed down long enough to see a hint of light above. Stranger still was the fast that he also seemed to be breathing somehow. He swam towards the surface, mind struggling to accept what happened, and eventually his head reached the surface revealing clear, blue skies that indicated quite a while had passed since he had been knocked overboard. Eventually he settled down into his situation, nothing something was (quite obviously) absurdly different about him now, and he decided his first step was finding where he was and finding land. He swam north, using the sun to guide him, swimming for days and occasionally sleeping. Each time he slept he awoke again under the waves, sleeping and breathing peacefully and feeling refreshed. Along the way he was able to catch some fish for sustenance with his bare hands thanks to his new abilities. Weeks later he saw land and he approached cautiously, sure that everyone would know he was a freak even though he looked no different - although he supposed with his clothes long since lost in the water that being naked would not go over well either way. The air was much warmer and the beaches seemed bright and welcoming. Further exploration revealed a tourist destination and eventually Namor made his way to shore where he stole a towel followed by some shorts and then wandered further inland. He learned that he'd landed near Jakarta and that he'd been away from the rest of the world for the better part of a month. He thought about phoning home, but was afraid of what to say. It seemed silly to be afraid of calling your parents, but surely they thought he was dead by now, and then what would happen? What would people think when they learned he'd survived somehow? What sort of government lab would he end up in? Still, he wanted to let them know he was okay and made the decision to call them. As he made his way towards a payphone and, as he crossed the street a car came tearing around the corner and plowed right into him, shoving him into a large metal light pole and pinning him there. In the adrenaline rush and terror that followed Namor shoved against the car, easily shoving it away and sending it skidding back out into the street which also served to reveal that he had no immediately visible injuries. Namor stood there in shock even as people started screaming and pointing, everything he feared that would happen if people saw that he wasn't normal any longer. Police sirens sounded in the distance and Namor ran away, diving into the ocean and quickly disappearing into the depths. He next ended up in Thailand where he kept a low profile and settled into a bit of a vagrant's life, deciding to fully stay out of trouble and painfully choosing to not contact his parents. Over the next several years he did manage to find a few friends as he traveled quietly from nation to nation within the region. Eventually he used his ability to travel quickly and mostly secretly to start some businesses. The first was as a courier of the not quite legal sort as he helped smuggle things between countries by way of the sea, and he used those funds to start several small stands in tourist offering everything from surfboard rentals to food. Before long he had off-the-book small beach businesses everywhere from Thailand to Indonesia. As long as they didn't get too big or too popular it was easy to stay under the radar and operate without any papers - especially with a couple bribes. For the next decade that was essentially Namor's entire life and, while it may seem simple, he found it fulfilling and he fully realized that many people would kill for the chance to spend their life living on the beach and in the water. He longed to return home but knew he never could. Sample Post: Namor laughed, or at least gave some sort of odd sounding underwater variation of a laugh, as he swam through the cool blue waters off the coast of Cambodia. Around him swam several dolphins which would occasionall swim past, then fall back, then at other times would nudge his side, urging him to chase after them. The game of tag went on for some time as they all played about a mile off shore, safe and hidden well under the water above. Tied to his back was a small waterproof case. He'd been paid somewhat handsomely to get it quickly from Koh Ta Kiev down to Singapore. He hadn't asked what was inside, but his employers knew better than to make it drugs or anything obviously harmful. He knew what he did wasn't exactly legal, but he drew the line in the sand as best he could and avoided anything that seemed directly harmful to people. The one time they'd tried to fool him had resulted in a local kingpin's yacht sinking miles offshore, followed shortly by the lifeboat the man had gotten on. Eventually Namor said his goodbyes to the dolphins and sped off, leaving them behind in his way as he sped through the ocean water towards his destination. The trip wouldn't take too long at the speeds he was now capable of, only a couple hours, and the payout would be worth it. As he swam he went over the week's inventory for his little shops in his head, pondering if he should pick anything up while in Singapore but in the end he thought he was pretty well stocked and decided he'd just get in and out quickly and then get back before anyone even noticed he was gone. Before long Namor was dragging himself out of the ocean onto a quiet beach and within moments he had popped up the small backpack and pulled out a dry tshirt and jeans, slipping them on before disappearing into the brush. From there it was a short jog into the city outskirts where he quickly located the address he had been given, knocking three times smartly on the door. He only had to wait a few moments before the door opened about an inch, a harsh eye staring out at him. The man who had opened the door said nothing, simply waiting for the visitor to speak. "Delivery," Namor said simply, taking the small package in his hand and shoving it towards the other man who quickly took it and shut the door. A few long moments passed and the door then opened again, the same man tossing another, smaller package back towards Namor before slamming the door shut. Namor turned the package over in his hands, eyeing the dark plastic wrapped around what was most likely a pile of large currency bills. Sometimes it was tempting to take a peek, but Namor's employers valued discretion, and Namor valued the cash they brought him that made it easy to keep his little enjoyable businesses and shops afloat. Turning away from the door, Namor jogged back towards the beach, stuffing the package into his small waterproof backpack before slinging it back over his shoulders. He quickly left the city and jogged through the small, tropical forest, using small leaps or jumping up into trees to get by when things became impassable due to the dense underbrush. When he got to the beach he paused just before moving into the open, looking around and listening to ensure he was alone before stripping down to his tight fitting swimtrunks and stuffing the clothes once again into the bag. After one more check over his shoulder Namor jogged across the beach and dove into the water, quickly disappearing beneath its surface as he headed for home.
Edited by Gideon, September 21, 2015, 3:26 pm.
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