Post by breakdown on Jan 5, 2012 18:25:28 GMT -5
Cbox Name: JaxGardener
Nicknames:Jax
Main Account:Jax
Who else do you play on AM?: Jax, Megaman Volnutt, Mister Jones, and last but not least Mako
Category : Original Character
Name: Originally known as Alex Crude
Alias: Breakdown
Age:15
Ranking: Villain
Physical Appearance: Breakdown's appearance is quite signature in nature, owing as much to his practical side as to his sense of drama... but more on that later. His build is slim and slender but of average height with a runners build. His short cut hair reddish brown and his face while closer then he would like to what some might call 'pretty' he is more of less average looking... as long as he is wearing a shirt...
Underneath whatever he happens to be wearing as said before he is slender but with a runners build but under his shirt lies his secret. His power source if you will. A black and grey thing lives attached to him, borrowed into his chest through his heart. This chitinious thing appears as a octopus without the floppy head instead the core from where it's limbs extend is a indention deep in Breakdown's chest a holder for a core of energy so foreign it has no name to humans. A core of energy so black it absorbs light around it. Juts of black bone of the creature attacked to Breakdown hold this core in place while from the core holder various chitinious tentrils extend, some running to his spin from within and touching it, some extending out of his chest below his armpits and entering the underside of his arms. The flesh around these areas does not bulge or look infected, even on a genetic level these areas are fine as if the vastly foreign creature was born there despite obvious indications it was not.
Despite the... addition of this creature Breakdown seems more then fine, his bright smile infectious and his movements quite graceful. He seems unburdened by this intruder to our realm of existence in fact seems to get sick less then he used to. Through his eyes do seem to cause... concern in people. At first glance there seems nothing wrong with them just a nice pair of gray eyes but as you look deep in them you noticed two things. One him seems more then a little comfy with the devil perched on his shoulder and worst of all they gray of his eyes seems less a color on the eye then the color upon a window, deep within the window a plain stretches across a gray sky and tendrils of something that blots out a lot of the scene press against the 'window' pushing themselves flat against it from within.
His common dress is simple, practical, and a bit dramatic. A red hoodie usually with the hood up with only a bit of his hair poking up from it. A black tinted sky mask over his eyes and a chemical filter mask 'borrowed' from one of Scarecrow's men upon his face. The red hoodie has a black anarchy symbol painted on the chest and upon his back is a brown backpack packed with his old 'tagging' supplies, from spray paint cans to ropes to a fold up grapple hook. His hands are covered with a pair of black and white motorcross gloves and his legs with a pair of black paints with red accents. Upon his knees and elbows are a pair of steel pads. His feet are covered in a simple pair of worn tennis shoes that tend to shed dust as he walks.
Personality: Driven. That is the first word Breakdown would use to describe himself. He is driven by a vision he wants to implement but to do that he needs resources and allies. His vision is simple. A new world, a world where the hungry are fed, where the weak are protected, where there are no more poor, no more defenseless, no more greed or hatred. A paradise, Eden. He dreams of this world every time he closes his eyes, every dream (well almost every dream) is satiated in this vision of his but while most would chase this vision with ideas of public works, of perching, of teaching by world and deed... Breakdown intends to achieve this goal by forcing it to be the only option left humanity. He will force them to evolve to their next level of existence. There is almost nothing he will not do to achieve this. He will kill, he will rob, he will destroy everything in his path for this. He believes in order to get to the perfect world order first he MUST destroy the present one. Throw the world into chaos, insanity, Anarchy. In order for the human race to survive he will break the world as we know it so it MUST build anew... and if the new order is lacking... he will break it again.
Despite this goal he doesn't appear to be a zealot, he doesn't want to rule in the new world. In fact he has mentioned the new world would not have a place for a monster such as himself. When the New Order is reached there will be no need for him, no place. He will bow out gracefully.
He is a surprisingly energetic, friendly and kind seeming character despite who he is. A smile to the world laughing at the joke it has become, a twinkle to his eye as he whispers a naughty joke. Well spoken and well read and more then a little touch of the dramatic to his actions he runs across the rooftops to his goal wither a current goal, or his long term goal. He enjoys himself VERY much through. He considers himself fate's chosen instrument so he sees no reason not to enjoy his fate. He still loves to 'Tag' walls and uses his power to make 3-D tags alot of times and believes FIRMLY in both work AND play.
Powers/Abilities:
Destruction made manifest- From the creature taped into Breakdown he gains a connection to a power unlike any other. Pure entropic destruction, the power to break down molecular bonds and deplete energy. It pulses through his veins and through his limbs to tear apart his targets and leave only dust behind. His power is fairly destructive obvious but since it does not use heat or cold ignores certain... enviromental hazards other power users worry about. Like gasoline. It also depletes other forces of energy and tends to be VERY hard on force fields but it.... reacts... oddly to magic. The reaction substances take to his power also depend on the substance. A tree rots to dust in an instant, a human the same, metal rusts into nothing in an eyeblink and brick decays as if a million years have pasted.
Beams of destruction- Easiest way to use his power and fairly basic is to fire off a beam of entropy at a target. He can very the width and power of the beam but the bigger or the stronger it is the longer it takes to fire off. Very powerful or large blasts gaining quite a charge time while quick blasts taking no time to charge but can at most destroy part of a brick wall.
Engulf the tools of revolution- A limb, a bat, a lead pipe. Anything can be turned into a weapon and in the hands of Breakdown any melee weapon is deadlier indeed. By coating the weapon in a layer of his power he gives it greater potency or a quick way to get through a layer of armor or a force field. He also uses this power to 'cut' into sheer walls for climbing or coat is feet and 'skate' across now frictionless runs of whatever he is currently standing upon.
Catch me!- a quick note on a common tactic of Breakdown. He has been known when falling to fire his power at the ground creating a soft pile of dust to fall in rather then splatting.
Shield from sword- All his uses of this power as not destructive... at least fully. He can also spring up a shield and hold it. This takes power and while it is up he can not fire off blasts but it is quite a good shield, usually a partial dome it decays energy blasts to nothing and turns projectiles to powder. The shield is usually the size and general shape of a five foot round shied of yor and takes a bit of concentration to keep in shape. He can throw up two shields but that takes up even more concentration. At the moment a full body shield is beyond his abilities.
Nope... still not invisible- Entropy is a force that even works on light and while Breakdown can not turn invisible with his power he can do something not too far off. By throwing a shield around his body of his power it 'eats' a bit of the light hitting him and reflecting off him. It also works on the heat his body gives off and various forms of light and energy. While this doesn't make him vanish it does bend the remaining light and heat and make his form... chaotic and warped looking making it harder to hit the real body and harder to see when he is hiding.
Creature from the Entropy Lagoon- The... for lack of a better word 'creature' that has imbued Breakdown with power has given him a few minor gifts on it's own. It's tendrils have wrapped around and through his remaining organs giving him so minor abilities. The Creature and it's tendrils are not of this dimension and it's Chitin seems impenetrable by anything from this reality giving him limited invulnerability in the chest where it emerges. His heart is missing but it's function has been taking over by the creature releasing him of one major vulnerability. The down side is he literally can not live without the creature now. Without it he would literally die. The creatures tendrils also reach through his arms along his arm bones to wrap a few times around his forearms under the skin. This gives him a pair of 'bracers' under the skin of his arms... through something has to go through his first layer of skin to hit them which really... REALLY hurts so Breakdown prefers NOT to use them. The creature taking control of most of his organs also gives him limited regeneration. While anything that kills him kills him and he will stay dead if he died anything that doesn't kill him and supposing he doesn't bleed out before healing can kick in doesn't worry him. Broken bones heal, limbs regenerate but... again... this happens SLOWLY. He lost his leg once and it took two months to grow back. He decided he didn't want to do that again either. He also supposes hypothetically he might be able to extend the tendrils in his arms to swing from or something but decided that would REALLY REALLY HURT he again... decided not to do that.
Parkour Baby!- Freerunning also known as Parkour is Breakdown's favorite way of getting around. Running across roofs, jumping over vents, walking across beams, he loves it and is very good at it. Needless to say he is an agile little bugger prone to back flips and acrobatic maneuvers in and out of combat. He tends to be very unpredictable and very quick on his feet. No inhuman quickness here just trained 'be good or dead' quickness of a roofrunner.
Equipment:
'Borrowed' mask- Back when Breakdown was Alex he happened upon a mask being worn by one of Scarecrows men, a half face chemical mask. Alex had recently broken his painter mask so when the minion took off the mask and set it down Alex 'liberated' it. It seems to be a VERY good mask capable of filtering out all kinds of gases and chemicals and considering the dust Breakdown raises up with his power it is probably a good thing he picked it up. He is not sure how much fun regenerating new lungs might be but he is guessing... not much.
Tagger's Bag- In a previous life as he puts it Breakdown was a simple tagger and he was jubilant to discover that much of his gear was multipurpose in his life. His rope and folding grapple hook. His spray paint, His can of WD-40 and roll of duct tape and even the two road flares in case he gets stuck and capture is better then hanging or falling. All of these were only limited by his imagination.
Weaknesses...
Psychological Flaws:
Dead people can't save the world: Breakdown wants to save the world. Sure he is willing to kill someone if he HAS to. Sure his perfect anarchy will kill millions but whenever possible he tries his utmost NOT to flat out murder people. Not because it is the right thing to do... it's just that dead people can't witness the glory of the coming age. It takes a real bad situation for him to use his powers in a fatal way on people... such as him thinking on it at decided that person for various horrible reasons no longer qualifies as 'people'.
Dramatic entrance: A touch towards the dramatic side of things Breakdown likes flashy entrances, failing that he likes a flashy exit, failing that he can not resist leaving a calling card from an anarchy symbol embossed on a wall to a can of red spray paint left behind. He can not seem to keep himself from these touches. They even intercede in his dialog at times.
Risk Addict: From his mode of travel to the places he tags Breakdown seems to thrive on taking risks. "All the more rewarding when you succeed" It is hoped he will outgrow this... no one has any hopes of him outgrowing the dramatic side.
Physical Flaws:
Passing and failing- With a pair of shades and a shirt Breakdown can pass as normal pretty easily but without... the eyes can pass off if he doesn't get too close but without a shirt he is quite obviously not human.
Only human... more or less- While his heart is no longer a weakness other parts of Breakdown's body as human as anyones. He can bleed to death, he can die of a head shot, choke to death, drown, etc. Other then the protection of the 'Creature' he is as human as anyone else. He possesses no super senses to keep an eye out for him. No enhanced reflexes. No super strength. He is human besides the bits that are not and surprise attacks, indirect attacks will kill him or hurt him as much as anyone else.
The key word is CONCENTRATION!- When using his defensive screens wither the shield or his field of distortion Breakdown MUST actively concentrate for them to work. If his concentration falters, if he can not muster the active force of will then it is useless. As well as stated he can not shield or screen while attacking with his powers and it takes a couple of seconds between after using his shield or screen of distortion to be able to fire a beam of entropy. A couple of seconds him might not have.
Incomparable energies- while the energy of the creature within him is fully destructive and that is fine it has a side effect. White magic and healing magics have no effect on Breakdown. No effect at best, at worst it can out right harm him. Forming cancer within him or making a wound even worse.
Unpredictable combination- The energy of entropy in it's purest form reacts unpredictable to other forms of magic. A collision of beams might create an explosion, a blast hitting a shield might create a mass of pretty lights. Until he experiences it Breakdown never knows how his force encountering another magic uses will behave.
Two for the price of one- While the 'Creature' is beyond our understanding as life as we know it if it dies Breakdown WILL follow. He is bound to it as it is to him. And while weapons of our realm are useless against it he is still vulnerable and hypothetical weapons of other plains of existence might be able to harm or even kill it.
Origin: (History/RP sample... Trying something new)
Thunder crackled in the distance and Alex smiled happily beneath his mask. The scientists had finally gone inside and stopped staring at the metal tower with all it's green blinking lights. He had had to hide for a while but it was worth it despite the strange chemicals that soaked his skin from his hiding place, despite the fact his skin tingled with each breath from his nearness to the device he stood upon. He didn't bother with stencils or even glance at the note books at the stroke of midnight this generator or whatever would start and when it did the symbols that Alex would paint on it would... do something he was sure... the symbols dances in his head and had since he had found that book... in that book shelf... or that book store... which granted had not been there when he had gone back but he was sure that was just because he remembered the address wrong or something. Couldn't be important.
Regardless he stood upon his greatest success he would show them all. Teachers for calling his art worthless, his mom for just watching... and his dad... for... his hand shook as agony creased his body. He had left, ran two... three years ago from home. It had been warm, had everything would have wanted but what his father had done to him... no father... should gah.... His eyes were welling up, his vision blurring. He blinked away the tears and pain and pressed the valve and smiled as paint came out. Every time it was the same, he thought of his father... and the rest was easy. He didn't know why this helped, why this kept him sane but it did. Though he did still dream of going back with a can of gasoline and a match but... that wouldn't be enough... there would be too much of him left.
The symbols seemed to glow on their own as he left them in their places, maybe it was the chemicals on him, maybe it was the generator warming up, maybe it was just the expired silver paint. Regardless as the last symbol finished he resolved it was time to leave, time to go time to... He turned and looked. His grappling hook fell as he watched. The slow vibration of the device and shook it free. He was stuck on this metal... thing... as the storm approached and the count down boomed over the loud speakers... he tried to reach his back pack. Tried to scream... but he felt weak... The chemicals he had soaked in in his hiding place. What ever they. His breathing was hard and he saw it in a flash. The lightning would strike, the generator would blow and he would die here in an instant.
He was wrong the generator did blow but it didn't kill him rather he was sent flying. Tumbling head over heels. He could see the spinning ground as it repeatedly came into view. He could see a parking lot below him. He saw nothing that could save him. He screamed against this world. The world that was so chaotic and unkind. He screamed at unfairness, at lack of oppertunity to make things right. He screamed at hell and he screamed at heaven and then... he voice froze in his throat. His motion stopped, his spinning stopped. He could see bits of metal frozen in the air, could see below him scientist frozen in mid run and scream. He saw it out of the corner of his eye, his eyes the only part of him he COULD move. A tear was appearing in the air. As long as a man was tall it was an angry vertical tear in reality itself, he felt a pull at his very existence as if an unearthly hunger wanted to pull him to it and then he saw them around the corners of the hole. Hands. Hands made of pure shadows. Dozens of them grabbing the edges of the hole and pulling it wider and just holding as a... man floated through.
He was dressed all in black, black coat, black boots, black pants. His hands were in his pockets and his skin way pale, far too pale to be human and alive. His hair was as white as snow and loosely cut and his eyes were hidden by shades. More shadowy hands appeared around him and Alex knew the hands were his. The man stood on the empty air and started to walk. He walked around Alex looking him up and down. His expression plain. Finally he went back to his starting position and smiled.
"Yes... you will do... Alex right? I am going to give you a once in a life time... literally in your case... offer. You did some things... set some things in motion. As thanks I want to offer you something my... employers wish me to offer you."
Alex listened, he couldn't do much else. He wondered what he was getting talked into... because it might work. This man's voice was hypnotic. A natural sales man. He smiled as if meeting Alex was the best thing that ever happened to him and then his voice turned sympathetic.
"This world is diseased..."
It was true.
"It is so messed up..."
He had a point.
"It could be so much better..."
He had no idea.
"A paradise for all involved."
An Eden.
"An Eden."
A world of true peace.
"A world of tranquility."
The man had his full attention.
"I want to offer you the power to make this come true... you know how. You have known for a long time. If the game isn't being played right..."
The man slammed his fist into the open palm of his other hand. It echoed oddly in this time of no time.
"You need to break the board."
Alex wondered what it would cost. The man told him whispering in his ear. Alex thought for a while and his whole being vibrated the answer. The man smiled and reached into the hole in reality and pulled out a creature, it's tendrils writhing and pulling at the air, an aura of wrongness screaming to reality... to Alex is was beautiful through and as the man JAMMED the creature through Alex's shirt he felt it's tendrils eat into his flesh, felt it through every nerve ending, ever part of his being pulsing with agony... and then came the power, the knowledge of the power... just a taste of what he would be able to do with it. Most of it he would have to invent as he went. The pulse of power, knowledge washed away the pain. But the knowledge came with a price. A price he was more then willing to pay as the creature fed. Memories he had tried to push down for three years were devoured, the pain they created eaten, the agony that even his own name had produced gone. He was left with most of his memories but the ones that centered around Alex Crude were gone. The ones that haunted the flesh hanging above the street were gone. The man smiled and retreated to the darkness and the hole as time resumed.
Alex had climbed the tower but it was not Alex who lashed out with power newborn to turn pavement to dust, it was not Alex who climbed out of the hole smiling under his mask. Breakdown took his first breath. Alex was gone, Alex was devoured but... Breakdown had a vision of a man. A man who had to be gone before the Paradise he could see inside his eyelids could be created. He knew the man's name. Knew where he lived and knew he had done VERY bad things. Breakdown decided to go say hello and chat. The conversation wouldn't take long. Only the rest of the man's life.
Theme Songs:
Carnival of Rust by Poets of the Fall
Beautiful Decline by Abney Park
Nicknames:Jax
Main Account:Jax
Who else do you play on AM?: Jax, Megaman Volnutt, Mister Jones, and last but not least Mako
Category : Original Character
Name: Originally known as Alex Crude
Alias: Breakdown
Age:15
Ranking: Villain
Physical Appearance: Breakdown's appearance is quite signature in nature, owing as much to his practical side as to his sense of drama... but more on that later. His build is slim and slender but of average height with a runners build. His short cut hair reddish brown and his face while closer then he would like to what some might call 'pretty' he is more of less average looking... as long as he is wearing a shirt...
Underneath whatever he happens to be wearing as said before he is slender but with a runners build but under his shirt lies his secret. His power source if you will. A black and grey thing lives attached to him, borrowed into his chest through his heart. This chitinious thing appears as a octopus without the floppy head instead the core from where it's limbs extend is a indention deep in Breakdown's chest a holder for a core of energy so foreign it has no name to humans. A core of energy so black it absorbs light around it. Juts of black bone of the creature attacked to Breakdown hold this core in place while from the core holder various chitinious tentrils extend, some running to his spin from within and touching it, some extending out of his chest below his armpits and entering the underside of his arms. The flesh around these areas does not bulge or look infected, even on a genetic level these areas are fine as if the vastly foreign creature was born there despite obvious indications it was not.
Despite the... addition of this creature Breakdown seems more then fine, his bright smile infectious and his movements quite graceful. He seems unburdened by this intruder to our realm of existence in fact seems to get sick less then he used to. Through his eyes do seem to cause... concern in people. At first glance there seems nothing wrong with them just a nice pair of gray eyes but as you look deep in them you noticed two things. One him seems more then a little comfy with the devil perched on his shoulder and worst of all they gray of his eyes seems less a color on the eye then the color upon a window, deep within the window a plain stretches across a gray sky and tendrils of something that blots out a lot of the scene press against the 'window' pushing themselves flat against it from within.
His common dress is simple, practical, and a bit dramatic. A red hoodie usually with the hood up with only a bit of his hair poking up from it. A black tinted sky mask over his eyes and a chemical filter mask 'borrowed' from one of Scarecrow's men upon his face. The red hoodie has a black anarchy symbol painted on the chest and upon his back is a brown backpack packed with his old 'tagging' supplies, from spray paint cans to ropes to a fold up grapple hook. His hands are covered with a pair of black and white motorcross gloves and his legs with a pair of black paints with red accents. Upon his knees and elbows are a pair of steel pads. His feet are covered in a simple pair of worn tennis shoes that tend to shed dust as he walks.
Personality: Driven. That is the first word Breakdown would use to describe himself. He is driven by a vision he wants to implement but to do that he needs resources and allies. His vision is simple. A new world, a world where the hungry are fed, where the weak are protected, where there are no more poor, no more defenseless, no more greed or hatred. A paradise, Eden. He dreams of this world every time he closes his eyes, every dream (well almost every dream) is satiated in this vision of his but while most would chase this vision with ideas of public works, of perching, of teaching by world and deed... Breakdown intends to achieve this goal by forcing it to be the only option left humanity. He will force them to evolve to their next level of existence. There is almost nothing he will not do to achieve this. He will kill, he will rob, he will destroy everything in his path for this. He believes in order to get to the perfect world order first he MUST destroy the present one. Throw the world into chaos, insanity, Anarchy. In order for the human race to survive he will break the world as we know it so it MUST build anew... and if the new order is lacking... he will break it again.
Despite this goal he doesn't appear to be a zealot, he doesn't want to rule in the new world. In fact he has mentioned the new world would not have a place for a monster such as himself. When the New Order is reached there will be no need for him, no place. He will bow out gracefully.
He is a surprisingly energetic, friendly and kind seeming character despite who he is. A smile to the world laughing at the joke it has become, a twinkle to his eye as he whispers a naughty joke. Well spoken and well read and more then a little touch of the dramatic to his actions he runs across the rooftops to his goal wither a current goal, or his long term goal. He enjoys himself VERY much through. He considers himself fate's chosen instrument so he sees no reason not to enjoy his fate. He still loves to 'Tag' walls and uses his power to make 3-D tags alot of times and believes FIRMLY in both work AND play.
Powers/Abilities:
Destruction made manifest- From the creature taped into Breakdown he gains a connection to a power unlike any other. Pure entropic destruction, the power to break down molecular bonds and deplete energy. It pulses through his veins and through his limbs to tear apart his targets and leave only dust behind. His power is fairly destructive obvious but since it does not use heat or cold ignores certain... enviromental hazards other power users worry about. Like gasoline. It also depletes other forces of energy and tends to be VERY hard on force fields but it.... reacts... oddly to magic. The reaction substances take to his power also depend on the substance. A tree rots to dust in an instant, a human the same, metal rusts into nothing in an eyeblink and brick decays as if a million years have pasted.
Beams of destruction- Easiest way to use his power and fairly basic is to fire off a beam of entropy at a target. He can very the width and power of the beam but the bigger or the stronger it is the longer it takes to fire off. Very powerful or large blasts gaining quite a charge time while quick blasts taking no time to charge but can at most destroy part of a brick wall.
Engulf the tools of revolution- A limb, a bat, a lead pipe. Anything can be turned into a weapon and in the hands of Breakdown any melee weapon is deadlier indeed. By coating the weapon in a layer of his power he gives it greater potency or a quick way to get through a layer of armor or a force field. He also uses this power to 'cut' into sheer walls for climbing or coat is feet and 'skate' across now frictionless runs of whatever he is currently standing upon.
Catch me!- a quick note on a common tactic of Breakdown. He has been known when falling to fire his power at the ground creating a soft pile of dust to fall in rather then splatting.
Shield from sword- All his uses of this power as not destructive... at least fully. He can also spring up a shield and hold it. This takes power and while it is up he can not fire off blasts but it is quite a good shield, usually a partial dome it decays energy blasts to nothing and turns projectiles to powder. The shield is usually the size and general shape of a five foot round shied of yor and takes a bit of concentration to keep in shape. He can throw up two shields but that takes up even more concentration. At the moment a full body shield is beyond his abilities.
Nope... still not invisible- Entropy is a force that even works on light and while Breakdown can not turn invisible with his power he can do something not too far off. By throwing a shield around his body of his power it 'eats' a bit of the light hitting him and reflecting off him. It also works on the heat his body gives off and various forms of light and energy. While this doesn't make him vanish it does bend the remaining light and heat and make his form... chaotic and warped looking making it harder to hit the real body and harder to see when he is hiding.
Creature from the Entropy Lagoon- The... for lack of a better word 'creature' that has imbued Breakdown with power has given him a few minor gifts on it's own. It's tendrils have wrapped around and through his remaining organs giving him so minor abilities. The Creature and it's tendrils are not of this dimension and it's Chitin seems impenetrable by anything from this reality giving him limited invulnerability in the chest where it emerges. His heart is missing but it's function has been taking over by the creature releasing him of one major vulnerability. The down side is he literally can not live without the creature now. Without it he would literally die. The creatures tendrils also reach through his arms along his arm bones to wrap a few times around his forearms under the skin. This gives him a pair of 'bracers' under the skin of his arms... through something has to go through his first layer of skin to hit them which really... REALLY hurts so Breakdown prefers NOT to use them. The creature taking control of most of his organs also gives him limited regeneration. While anything that kills him kills him and he will stay dead if he died anything that doesn't kill him and supposing he doesn't bleed out before healing can kick in doesn't worry him. Broken bones heal, limbs regenerate but... again... this happens SLOWLY. He lost his leg once and it took two months to grow back. He decided he didn't want to do that again either. He also supposes hypothetically he might be able to extend the tendrils in his arms to swing from or something but decided that would REALLY REALLY HURT he again... decided not to do that.
Parkour Baby!- Freerunning also known as Parkour is Breakdown's favorite way of getting around. Running across roofs, jumping over vents, walking across beams, he loves it and is very good at it. Needless to say he is an agile little bugger prone to back flips and acrobatic maneuvers in and out of combat. He tends to be very unpredictable and very quick on his feet. No inhuman quickness here just trained 'be good or dead' quickness of a roofrunner.
Equipment:
'Borrowed' mask- Back when Breakdown was Alex he happened upon a mask being worn by one of Scarecrows men, a half face chemical mask. Alex had recently broken his painter mask so when the minion took off the mask and set it down Alex 'liberated' it. It seems to be a VERY good mask capable of filtering out all kinds of gases and chemicals and considering the dust Breakdown raises up with his power it is probably a good thing he picked it up. He is not sure how much fun regenerating new lungs might be but he is guessing... not much.
Tagger's Bag- In a previous life as he puts it Breakdown was a simple tagger and he was jubilant to discover that much of his gear was multipurpose in his life. His rope and folding grapple hook. His spray paint, His can of WD-40 and roll of duct tape and even the two road flares in case he gets stuck and capture is better then hanging or falling. All of these were only limited by his imagination.
Weaknesses...
Psychological Flaws:
Dead people can't save the world: Breakdown wants to save the world. Sure he is willing to kill someone if he HAS to. Sure his perfect anarchy will kill millions but whenever possible he tries his utmost NOT to flat out murder people. Not because it is the right thing to do... it's just that dead people can't witness the glory of the coming age. It takes a real bad situation for him to use his powers in a fatal way on people... such as him thinking on it at decided that person for various horrible reasons no longer qualifies as 'people'.
Dramatic entrance: A touch towards the dramatic side of things Breakdown likes flashy entrances, failing that he likes a flashy exit, failing that he can not resist leaving a calling card from an anarchy symbol embossed on a wall to a can of red spray paint left behind. He can not seem to keep himself from these touches. They even intercede in his dialog at times.
Risk Addict: From his mode of travel to the places he tags Breakdown seems to thrive on taking risks. "All the more rewarding when you succeed" It is hoped he will outgrow this... no one has any hopes of him outgrowing the dramatic side.
Physical Flaws:
Passing and failing- With a pair of shades and a shirt Breakdown can pass as normal pretty easily but without... the eyes can pass off if he doesn't get too close but without a shirt he is quite obviously not human.
Only human... more or less- While his heart is no longer a weakness other parts of Breakdown's body as human as anyones. He can bleed to death, he can die of a head shot, choke to death, drown, etc. Other then the protection of the 'Creature' he is as human as anyone else. He possesses no super senses to keep an eye out for him. No enhanced reflexes. No super strength. He is human besides the bits that are not and surprise attacks, indirect attacks will kill him or hurt him as much as anyone else.
The key word is CONCENTRATION!- When using his defensive screens wither the shield or his field of distortion Breakdown MUST actively concentrate for them to work. If his concentration falters, if he can not muster the active force of will then it is useless. As well as stated he can not shield or screen while attacking with his powers and it takes a couple of seconds between after using his shield or screen of distortion to be able to fire a beam of entropy. A couple of seconds him might not have.
Incomparable energies- while the energy of the creature within him is fully destructive and that is fine it has a side effect. White magic and healing magics have no effect on Breakdown. No effect at best, at worst it can out right harm him. Forming cancer within him or making a wound even worse.
Unpredictable combination- The energy of entropy in it's purest form reacts unpredictable to other forms of magic. A collision of beams might create an explosion, a blast hitting a shield might create a mass of pretty lights. Until he experiences it Breakdown never knows how his force encountering another magic uses will behave.
Two for the price of one- While the 'Creature' is beyond our understanding as life as we know it if it dies Breakdown WILL follow. He is bound to it as it is to him. And while weapons of our realm are useless against it he is still vulnerable and hypothetical weapons of other plains of existence might be able to harm or even kill it.
Origin: (History/RP sample... Trying something new)
Thunder crackled in the distance and Alex smiled happily beneath his mask. The scientists had finally gone inside and stopped staring at the metal tower with all it's green blinking lights. He had had to hide for a while but it was worth it despite the strange chemicals that soaked his skin from his hiding place, despite the fact his skin tingled with each breath from his nearness to the device he stood upon. He didn't bother with stencils or even glance at the note books at the stroke of midnight this generator or whatever would start and when it did the symbols that Alex would paint on it would... do something he was sure... the symbols dances in his head and had since he had found that book... in that book shelf... or that book store... which granted had not been there when he had gone back but he was sure that was just because he remembered the address wrong or something. Couldn't be important.
Regardless he stood upon his greatest success he would show them all. Teachers for calling his art worthless, his mom for just watching... and his dad... for... his hand shook as agony creased his body. He had left, ran two... three years ago from home. It had been warm, had everything would have wanted but what his father had done to him... no father... should gah.... His eyes were welling up, his vision blurring. He blinked away the tears and pain and pressed the valve and smiled as paint came out. Every time it was the same, he thought of his father... and the rest was easy. He didn't know why this helped, why this kept him sane but it did. Though he did still dream of going back with a can of gasoline and a match but... that wouldn't be enough... there would be too much of him left.
The symbols seemed to glow on their own as he left them in their places, maybe it was the chemicals on him, maybe it was the generator warming up, maybe it was just the expired silver paint. Regardless as the last symbol finished he resolved it was time to leave, time to go time to... He turned and looked. His grappling hook fell as he watched. The slow vibration of the device and shook it free. He was stuck on this metal... thing... as the storm approached and the count down boomed over the loud speakers... he tried to reach his back pack. Tried to scream... but he felt weak... The chemicals he had soaked in in his hiding place. What ever they. His breathing was hard and he saw it in a flash. The lightning would strike, the generator would blow and he would die here in an instant.
He was wrong the generator did blow but it didn't kill him rather he was sent flying. Tumbling head over heels. He could see the spinning ground as it repeatedly came into view. He could see a parking lot below him. He saw nothing that could save him. He screamed against this world. The world that was so chaotic and unkind. He screamed at unfairness, at lack of oppertunity to make things right. He screamed at hell and he screamed at heaven and then... he voice froze in his throat. His motion stopped, his spinning stopped. He could see bits of metal frozen in the air, could see below him scientist frozen in mid run and scream. He saw it out of the corner of his eye, his eyes the only part of him he COULD move. A tear was appearing in the air. As long as a man was tall it was an angry vertical tear in reality itself, he felt a pull at his very existence as if an unearthly hunger wanted to pull him to it and then he saw them around the corners of the hole. Hands. Hands made of pure shadows. Dozens of them grabbing the edges of the hole and pulling it wider and just holding as a... man floated through.
He was dressed all in black, black coat, black boots, black pants. His hands were in his pockets and his skin way pale, far too pale to be human and alive. His hair was as white as snow and loosely cut and his eyes were hidden by shades. More shadowy hands appeared around him and Alex knew the hands were his. The man stood on the empty air and started to walk. He walked around Alex looking him up and down. His expression plain. Finally he went back to his starting position and smiled.
"Yes... you will do... Alex right? I am going to give you a once in a life time... literally in your case... offer. You did some things... set some things in motion. As thanks I want to offer you something my... employers wish me to offer you."
Alex listened, he couldn't do much else. He wondered what he was getting talked into... because it might work. This man's voice was hypnotic. A natural sales man. He smiled as if meeting Alex was the best thing that ever happened to him and then his voice turned sympathetic.
"This world is diseased..."
It was true.
"It is so messed up..."
He had a point.
"It could be so much better..."
He had no idea.
"A paradise for all involved."
An Eden.
"An Eden."
A world of true peace.
"A world of tranquility."
The man had his full attention.
"I want to offer you the power to make this come true... you know how. You have known for a long time. If the game isn't being played right..."
The man slammed his fist into the open palm of his other hand. It echoed oddly in this time of no time.
"You need to break the board."
Alex wondered what it would cost. The man told him whispering in his ear. Alex thought for a while and his whole being vibrated the answer. The man smiled and reached into the hole in reality and pulled out a creature, it's tendrils writhing and pulling at the air, an aura of wrongness screaming to reality... to Alex is was beautiful through and as the man JAMMED the creature through Alex's shirt he felt it's tendrils eat into his flesh, felt it through every nerve ending, ever part of his being pulsing with agony... and then came the power, the knowledge of the power... just a taste of what he would be able to do with it. Most of it he would have to invent as he went. The pulse of power, knowledge washed away the pain. But the knowledge came with a price. A price he was more then willing to pay as the creature fed. Memories he had tried to push down for three years were devoured, the pain they created eaten, the agony that even his own name had produced gone. He was left with most of his memories but the ones that centered around Alex Crude were gone. The ones that haunted the flesh hanging above the street were gone. The man smiled and retreated to the darkness and the hole as time resumed.
Alex had climbed the tower but it was not Alex who lashed out with power newborn to turn pavement to dust, it was not Alex who climbed out of the hole smiling under his mask. Breakdown took his first breath. Alex was gone, Alex was devoured but... Breakdown had a vision of a man. A man who had to be gone before the Paradise he could see inside his eyelids could be created. He knew the man's name. Knew where he lived and knew he had done VERY bad things. Breakdown decided to go say hello and chat. The conversation wouldn't take long. Only the rest of the man's life.
Theme Songs:
Carnival of Rust by Poets of the Fall
Beautiful Decline by Abney Park
