Post by bulletproof on Jul 31, 2010 15:20:11 GMT -5
Cbox Name:Croenberg
Nicknames:None yet
Main Account:This one
Who else do you play?: Just this guy.
How did you find us?: Someone from this site might have given me the link, maybe.
Category: Original
Name: Stephen "Bulletproof" Croenberg
Alias: N/A
Age: 33
Ranking:Law Enforcement
Physical Appearance: Stephen Croenberg stands at 6’4” with a muscular build formed from a daily regiment of exercise and boxing practice and weighs in at about 230 lbs. Stephen has short, light brown hair that is slightly spiked with a pair of mundane brown eyes beneath his bangless hairline. His head keeps a stern square shape made even sterner by his constantly furrowed eyebrows. He has crow’s feet coming in and a small horizontal scar just above his jaw line. Stephen’s knuckles are also lined with small white scars contrasting against his tan skin from all the years he spent boxing and fights he got into throughout high school.
While on the beat, Croenberg wears a plain white dress shirt and red tie, matched with a navy suit (his only suit) and black shoes. Off duty he can usually be found in a t-shirt and jeans he probably picked up from Wal-Mart.
Personality: Stephen’s outer shell can typically be described as gruff and serious. After having to deal with the crimes in Gotham ranging from the mass destruction dealt by the insane super villains, corrupt officials and police, and even just the monstrosities that plain human beings can deal out, Croenberg has developed a defense mechanism for coping with the job: by dealing with every minute crime and word with intense seriousness and keeps a cold, detached relationship with his fellow officers, knowing all to well how many corrupt police there are on Gotham’s payroll. Stephen has nothing but respect for the law and his sickened by the corruption from the people who were suppose to dedicate their lives maintaining the law instead of using it for their own means.
Stephen, while serious on the job and detached from his co-workers, treats civilians with courtesy and politeness, and is very quick to sympathize with the victims of the crimes he has to face every day. Sometimes making him too attached to a case to keep his head clear from the ideas of senseless vengeance and rational thinking. It’d be pretty easy to say that Croenberg is more-or-less married to his job.
Despite how much Croenberg likes to believe that the cold, gruff man he is on the job isn’t necessarily who he is, Stephen is still very easily annoyed by people. The slightest thing can sometimes set him off, and he’s prone to anger if things don’t go his way. But, get Stephen away from his badge, put a beer or two in him, and he’s surprisingly a nice guy albeit with an incredibly dry sense of humor. However, on or off duty, Croenberg still holds a very prejudice attitude to Meta-Humans. The way he sees it, the so called “super heroes” are putting the law into their own hands without being accountable for the damages and laws they break themselves, leaving the law enforcement agencies with an even bigger mess to clean up. While the super villains cause far more damage and death than any human being should be capable of and making the world all the more dangerous to live in. This hatred made dealing with his acquired powers all the more frustrating, after having to both learn to deal with them and use them within the restraints of the law.
Powers/Abilities:
Adept Boxer: Croenberg has been boxing and punching people since he was in grade school in addition to his police training in hand-to-hand combat, making him a more than efficiently skilled fighter.
Adept Gunman: Croenberg has been trained to use the police standard issue pistol and is very handy with it.
Super Strength: Croenberg has the super human ability to be able to tear apart cars, blow through buildings, and on a good day lift something over a 100 tons. All with his fists.
Near Invulnerability: Croenberg can be shot with a machine gun, stabbed, shot with a rocket launcher, have a building fall on him, hit with concussion blasts, pretty much everything short of being punched by the Man of Steel himself or any other heavy hitter, without getting a scratch on anything other than his clothing.
Super Jumping: With his super human gift comes the ability to jump really high, not over tall buildings in a single leap kind of high, but after a couple jumps he could probably manage to get on the roof of a building.
Equipment:
Standard issue pistol: As a policeman, Stephen has a .40 Smith & Wesson automatic cartridge pistol, though he doesn’t like to use it much.
Police Badge: Kind of self-explanatory but with the badge Stephen can get into crime scenes, talk to witnesses, and get into clubs and buildings without a hitch in order to talk to someone.
Psychological Flaws:
Self Restraint: With his new-found strength, Croenberg has to implement an extreme amount of self-control so if just by grabbing a perp’s arm he doesn’t break their arm or even break his keyboard when he’s filing a case report. This becomes even more difficult if he’s attacked and he has to fight against the releasing adrenaline all to make sure he doesn’t punch off a person’s head.
Police Restraint: Stephen has vowed since he received his powers that he wouldn’t go beyond the law when it came to using his powers because he knows that if he ever did he’d be paying for it as officer of the law. This means that he especially can’t cause any pointless property damage like so many other super heroes tend to do.
Prejudice: Stephen has a certain hatred to super humans and will gladly turn a blind eye on a super hero in trouble unless innocents were in danger of being harmed. This also means he outright refuses to assist the so-called heroes unless ordered to.
Physical Flaws:
Mostly Human: Despite being incredibly strong and durable, Stephen’s body is no more capable of fending off the common cold than the average Joe. His body’s immune and regenerative system is still basically the same and his bones and injuries take time to be healed like everyone else’s body. He can only run as fast and as far as any human being who partakes in moderate exercise and can still be exhausted like everyone else.
Other Flaws:
Out in Front: With his meta-human capabilities known in Gotham Central, Croenberg is constantly forced to be the first man on any dangerous scene and having to put himself in the line of danger more-so than a typical Gotham police officer, which is still quite a lot.
Brief History:
Stephen Croenberg was born and raised in Gotham city. His father bailed on his mother, Virginia, before he was even born so she raised him on her own in a shitty little apartment. Virginia held down three jobs trying to support them, leaving her almost completely absent in Stephen's life growing up where he started mixing in with the wrong type of people. Stephen was never particularly intelligent, hell, he wasn't even particularly average but even as a kid he was tough and clever enough to use this to his advantage and his place as the school's rightful bully. He was ruthless, cruel, malicious, as all children are, and he maintained the school's natural hierarchy. Sure he got suspended every now and then, frequented detention halls, but he gained a reputation, which was pretty impressive for someone who couldn't even drive yet. Then he turned fifteen.
It was his birthday, but that hardly meant anything to him. Stephen expected to go home, find a note from his mother about how she picked up another shift and she couldn't be there for him tonight. Maybe there'd a cake waiting in the fridge, maybe there'd be a present on his bed. Stephen doubted it. The money had been tight (it almost always way) and he'd ask her pay for the water bill before he'd ask for a present. Stephen was on his way from school when he saw an ambulance and some cop cars outside of his apartment. It wasn't an usual thing on his street so he shrugged it off and nonchalantly asked one of the cops how long it'd be till they could go back inside. The cop then asked him his name then took him aside. As it turns out, his mother was on her way out the building when one of the neighbour's apartment was getting robbed by a bunch of junkies. She, being the good Samaritan, interrupted them causing one of the junkies to panic and shot her. Stephen expected to be catered off into a foster home; he'd heard the horror stories and even knew a lot of kids that went through the system but instead his uncle Ryan showed up. Stephen didn't even know he had an uncle, a cop uncle no less. Ryan and Virginia had become estranged long before Stephen was born after a fight about Virginia's boyfriend who she so quickly defended. Turned out that Ryan was right after all.
Ryan took Stephen in and became the father-figure that had always been absent. Upon learning about Stephen's delinquent streak, Ryan took him down his gym and threw him into the boxing ring to show him what it's like to be on the other side of all the punches. Stephen took boxing as a way to vent his built up anger and twist the access energy into an art form. Once Stephen went back to school, he learned to keep his head; to step aside as another bully took his place. His grades got better and he began to form a semblance of a normal life. Under the roof of his uncle, he started growing more respect for the police force and when he turned sixteen, the first car Stephen ever drove was a police car and when he seventeen, the police caught the junkie that murdered his mother. After high school, Stephen got his Associates degree in criminology and then joined the police force.
It was while Stephen was on the police force that he witnessed first hand the affects of the super heroes. As a kid he just shrugged them off as something that "wasn't his problem" but as a cop, he watched as the super heroes made a complete mockery of the law. They committed assault and battery, mass destruction on the highest level, acted on complete vigilantism and made cops look like a complete joke with absolutely no consequences. Not to mention the freaks that they attracted led to only more murders. Meta-humans as a whole just caused more death and destruction than they ever saved. To Stephen, there were no heroes or villains, just freaks caught in some crime war.
He had been on the force for a few years when the incident happened. Stephen and his partner had been doing a routine patrol around the warehouse district when they came across a group of masked thugs wheeling barrels into one of the warehouses for a local drug lord. Stephen and his partner called in for back-up when one of the thugs saw them and opened fire. The two were able to take out at least one of the thugs and draw closer to the shipment before Stephen's partner, Francis, nicked one of the barrels. Gas seeped out of the barrel and covered the entire warehouse compound, killing everyone in the vicinity. Thankfully that everyone was made up only of the criminals and the two unlucky police officers who found them out. It wasn't until the bio-hazard unit had began cleaning the area that Stephen started to breath again. When Stephen regained consciousness, he was in a hospital bed. The nurses weren't able to pierce his skin to place an IV and the shock of the whole incident led Stephen to break three food trays, two doors, a bed, a shirt, and a car door. Stephen Croenberg was now a meta-human.
After his recovery he went back to the police force and soon became alienated by his fellow officers. Stephen was determined not to become one of the glorified vigilantes but instead to keep his powers in check and work within the law as a normal police officer as much as his superiors would rather use him as a human bullet shield.
Reason for being on AM:To fight crime and uphold the law!
Sample RP:
Stephen sat in his squad car and sipped his coffee in the parking lot outside a quick stop. It was eight in the morning and already the radio was chattering. Nothing major, Stephen knew, just these little insignificant things that no one notices until they wake up and go to work: the stolen cars, broken property, graffiti all over their front doors, the complainers basically. Stephen was not expecting any of the more serious crimes until much later. After all, who ever heard of the Joker kidnapping the mayor before lunch? Or Two Face robbing a bank right when its opens? No, those guys got to sleep in.
Stephen relaxed in his seat, shrugging his shoulders to stretch out his starchy new uniform. He enjoyed these brief, fleeting moments where he waited for the dispatcher to call out his car. It was relaxing in the same sort of way that a waiting is relaxing after the doctor calls your house and asks you to come in. He turned to the passenger seat. “So you catch the big ga--.” The seat was empty. He suddenly realized that his partner—his former partner was still in the hospital recovering. Stephen felt slightly naked and vulnerable with that empty seat, as if there was something missing from the Universe. He blushed a little bit. Stephen raised the coffee cup and let the steam waft against his face as he remembered the incidence from a few nights earlier. Some nutter with a puppet was gunning down a police barricade. The bullets pierced his partner’s right arm before he had the chance to dive in front of them. Who the $@$# still uses a Tommy gun, Stephen thought. The responders told Stephen that his partner wouldn’t have survived if he hadn’t intervened when he did but Stephen still knew that night he lost a partner and a uniform. The old one was covered in holes.
The caffeine entered his blood stream and he felt his body waking up, the neurons flashing back on after hibernation, bringing to light the little details in the world around him as if coming out of a thick fog. The three sprigs of weeds coming out of the cracked pavement just at the corner of the quick stop. The silver Buick driving by with the eighty-five year old driver and the tilted rear view mirror. A twenty-two year old mother creeping out her front door on her way to work in black, muddied shoes. The seventeen year old spray-painting a brick wall in the alley. Stephen turned his head. “You’ve got to be kidding me…” He sighed and left the cop car, looking both ways before he crossed the street. The kid was maybe five foot six, wearing a white hoodie underneath a grey faux-military jacket and a florescent orange tuque, and tagging something obscene against the wall.
The sound of hissing covered up his footsteps as he reached the front of the alley. “I was what? Maybe eight yards away? And you seriously do this?” Stephen called out, his voice booming to stress a point. The kid turned his head, dropping the can as his eyes went a little too wide. The kid bolted. “You really don’t want to do this,” Stephen said and ran after him. It wasn’t much of a chase. The kid rounded a corner, skidding as he tried keeping his balance, and with ease Stephen followed, gaining at every inch. The police-training course wasn’t for nothing. The kid’s panting grew louder and lapsed into wheezing the longer he went. Asthmatic, Stephen figured and reached out a hand to yank him back with a shoulder. “You’re coming with me.”
Theme Songs: Keep the Car Running - Arcade Fire
Nicknames:None yet
Main Account:This one
Who else do you play?: Just this guy.
How did you find us?: Someone from this site might have given me the link, maybe.
Category: Original
Name: Stephen "Bulletproof" Croenberg
Alias: N/A
Age: 33
Ranking:Law Enforcement
Physical Appearance: Stephen Croenberg stands at 6’4” with a muscular build formed from a daily regiment of exercise and boxing practice and weighs in at about 230 lbs. Stephen has short, light brown hair that is slightly spiked with a pair of mundane brown eyes beneath his bangless hairline. His head keeps a stern square shape made even sterner by his constantly furrowed eyebrows. He has crow’s feet coming in and a small horizontal scar just above his jaw line. Stephen’s knuckles are also lined with small white scars contrasting against his tan skin from all the years he spent boxing and fights he got into throughout high school.
While on the beat, Croenberg wears a plain white dress shirt and red tie, matched with a navy suit (his only suit) and black shoes. Off duty he can usually be found in a t-shirt and jeans he probably picked up from Wal-Mart.
Personality: Stephen’s outer shell can typically be described as gruff and serious. After having to deal with the crimes in Gotham ranging from the mass destruction dealt by the insane super villains, corrupt officials and police, and even just the monstrosities that plain human beings can deal out, Croenberg has developed a defense mechanism for coping with the job: by dealing with every minute crime and word with intense seriousness and keeps a cold, detached relationship with his fellow officers, knowing all to well how many corrupt police there are on Gotham’s payroll. Stephen has nothing but respect for the law and his sickened by the corruption from the people who were suppose to dedicate their lives maintaining the law instead of using it for their own means.
Stephen, while serious on the job and detached from his co-workers, treats civilians with courtesy and politeness, and is very quick to sympathize with the victims of the crimes he has to face every day. Sometimes making him too attached to a case to keep his head clear from the ideas of senseless vengeance and rational thinking. It’d be pretty easy to say that Croenberg is more-or-less married to his job.
Despite how much Croenberg likes to believe that the cold, gruff man he is on the job isn’t necessarily who he is, Stephen is still very easily annoyed by people. The slightest thing can sometimes set him off, and he’s prone to anger if things don’t go his way. But, get Stephen away from his badge, put a beer or two in him, and he’s surprisingly a nice guy albeit with an incredibly dry sense of humor. However, on or off duty, Croenberg still holds a very prejudice attitude to Meta-Humans. The way he sees it, the so called “super heroes” are putting the law into their own hands without being accountable for the damages and laws they break themselves, leaving the law enforcement agencies with an even bigger mess to clean up. While the super villains cause far more damage and death than any human being should be capable of and making the world all the more dangerous to live in. This hatred made dealing with his acquired powers all the more frustrating, after having to both learn to deal with them and use them within the restraints of the law.
Powers/Abilities:
Adept Boxer: Croenberg has been boxing and punching people since he was in grade school in addition to his police training in hand-to-hand combat, making him a more than efficiently skilled fighter.
Adept Gunman: Croenberg has been trained to use the police standard issue pistol and is very handy with it.
Super Strength: Croenberg has the super human ability to be able to tear apart cars, blow through buildings, and on a good day lift something over a 100 tons. All with his fists.
Near Invulnerability: Croenberg can be shot with a machine gun, stabbed, shot with a rocket launcher, have a building fall on him, hit with concussion blasts, pretty much everything short of being punched by the Man of Steel himself or any other heavy hitter, without getting a scratch on anything other than his clothing.
Super Jumping: With his super human gift comes the ability to jump really high, not over tall buildings in a single leap kind of high, but after a couple jumps he could probably manage to get on the roof of a building.
Equipment:
Standard issue pistol: As a policeman, Stephen has a .40 Smith & Wesson automatic cartridge pistol, though he doesn’t like to use it much.
Police Badge: Kind of self-explanatory but with the badge Stephen can get into crime scenes, talk to witnesses, and get into clubs and buildings without a hitch in order to talk to someone.
Weaknesses
Psychological Flaws:
Self Restraint: With his new-found strength, Croenberg has to implement an extreme amount of self-control so if just by grabbing a perp’s arm he doesn’t break their arm or even break his keyboard when he’s filing a case report. This becomes even more difficult if he’s attacked and he has to fight against the releasing adrenaline all to make sure he doesn’t punch off a person’s head.
Police Restraint: Stephen has vowed since he received his powers that he wouldn’t go beyond the law when it came to using his powers because he knows that if he ever did he’d be paying for it as officer of the law. This means that he especially can’t cause any pointless property damage like so many other super heroes tend to do.
Prejudice: Stephen has a certain hatred to super humans and will gladly turn a blind eye on a super hero in trouble unless innocents were in danger of being harmed. This also means he outright refuses to assist the so-called heroes unless ordered to.
Physical Flaws:
Mostly Human: Despite being incredibly strong and durable, Stephen’s body is no more capable of fending off the common cold than the average Joe. His body’s immune and regenerative system is still basically the same and his bones and injuries take time to be healed like everyone else’s body. He can only run as fast and as far as any human being who partakes in moderate exercise and can still be exhausted like everyone else.
Other Flaws:
Out in Front: With his meta-human capabilities known in Gotham Central, Croenberg is constantly forced to be the first man on any dangerous scene and having to put himself in the line of danger more-so than a typical Gotham police officer, which is still quite a lot.
Brief History:
Stephen Croenberg was born and raised in Gotham city. His father bailed on his mother, Virginia, before he was even born so she raised him on her own in a shitty little apartment. Virginia held down three jobs trying to support them, leaving her almost completely absent in Stephen's life growing up where he started mixing in with the wrong type of people. Stephen was never particularly intelligent, hell, he wasn't even particularly average but even as a kid he was tough and clever enough to use this to his advantage and his place as the school's rightful bully. He was ruthless, cruel, malicious, as all children are, and he maintained the school's natural hierarchy. Sure he got suspended every now and then, frequented detention halls, but he gained a reputation, which was pretty impressive for someone who couldn't even drive yet. Then he turned fifteen.
It was his birthday, but that hardly meant anything to him. Stephen expected to go home, find a note from his mother about how she picked up another shift and she couldn't be there for him tonight. Maybe there'd a cake waiting in the fridge, maybe there'd be a present on his bed. Stephen doubted it. The money had been tight (it almost always way) and he'd ask her pay for the water bill before he'd ask for a present. Stephen was on his way from school when he saw an ambulance and some cop cars outside of his apartment. It wasn't an usual thing on his street so he shrugged it off and nonchalantly asked one of the cops how long it'd be till they could go back inside. The cop then asked him his name then took him aside. As it turns out, his mother was on her way out the building when one of the neighbour's apartment was getting robbed by a bunch of junkies. She, being the good Samaritan, interrupted them causing one of the junkies to panic and shot her. Stephen expected to be catered off into a foster home; he'd heard the horror stories and even knew a lot of kids that went through the system but instead his uncle Ryan showed up. Stephen didn't even know he had an uncle, a cop uncle no less. Ryan and Virginia had become estranged long before Stephen was born after a fight about Virginia's boyfriend who she so quickly defended. Turned out that Ryan was right after all.
Ryan took Stephen in and became the father-figure that had always been absent. Upon learning about Stephen's delinquent streak, Ryan took him down his gym and threw him into the boxing ring to show him what it's like to be on the other side of all the punches. Stephen took boxing as a way to vent his built up anger and twist the access energy into an art form. Once Stephen went back to school, he learned to keep his head; to step aside as another bully took his place. His grades got better and he began to form a semblance of a normal life. Under the roof of his uncle, he started growing more respect for the police force and when he turned sixteen, the first car Stephen ever drove was a police car and when he seventeen, the police caught the junkie that murdered his mother. After high school, Stephen got his Associates degree in criminology and then joined the police force.
It was while Stephen was on the police force that he witnessed first hand the affects of the super heroes. As a kid he just shrugged them off as something that "wasn't his problem" but as a cop, he watched as the super heroes made a complete mockery of the law. They committed assault and battery, mass destruction on the highest level, acted on complete vigilantism and made cops look like a complete joke with absolutely no consequences. Not to mention the freaks that they attracted led to only more murders. Meta-humans as a whole just caused more death and destruction than they ever saved. To Stephen, there were no heroes or villains, just freaks caught in some crime war.
He had been on the force for a few years when the incident happened. Stephen and his partner had been doing a routine patrol around the warehouse district when they came across a group of masked thugs wheeling barrels into one of the warehouses for a local drug lord. Stephen and his partner called in for back-up when one of the thugs saw them and opened fire. The two were able to take out at least one of the thugs and draw closer to the shipment before Stephen's partner, Francis, nicked one of the barrels. Gas seeped out of the barrel and covered the entire warehouse compound, killing everyone in the vicinity. Thankfully that everyone was made up only of the criminals and the two unlucky police officers who found them out. It wasn't until the bio-hazard unit had began cleaning the area that Stephen started to breath again. When Stephen regained consciousness, he was in a hospital bed. The nurses weren't able to pierce his skin to place an IV and the shock of the whole incident led Stephen to break three food trays, two doors, a bed, a shirt, and a car door. Stephen Croenberg was now a meta-human.
After his recovery he went back to the police force and soon became alienated by his fellow officers. Stephen was determined not to become one of the glorified vigilantes but instead to keep his powers in check and work within the law as a normal police officer as much as his superiors would rather use him as a human bullet shield.
Reason for being on AM:To fight crime and uphold the law!
Sample RP:
Stephen sat in his squad car and sipped his coffee in the parking lot outside a quick stop. It was eight in the morning and already the radio was chattering. Nothing major, Stephen knew, just these little insignificant things that no one notices until they wake up and go to work: the stolen cars, broken property, graffiti all over their front doors, the complainers basically. Stephen was not expecting any of the more serious crimes until much later. After all, who ever heard of the Joker kidnapping the mayor before lunch? Or Two Face robbing a bank right when its opens? No, those guys got to sleep in.
Stephen relaxed in his seat, shrugging his shoulders to stretch out his starchy new uniform. He enjoyed these brief, fleeting moments where he waited for the dispatcher to call out his car. It was relaxing in the same sort of way that a waiting is relaxing after the doctor calls your house and asks you to come in. He turned to the passenger seat. “So you catch the big ga--.” The seat was empty. He suddenly realized that his partner—his former partner was still in the hospital recovering. Stephen felt slightly naked and vulnerable with that empty seat, as if there was something missing from the Universe. He blushed a little bit. Stephen raised the coffee cup and let the steam waft against his face as he remembered the incidence from a few nights earlier. Some nutter with a puppet was gunning down a police barricade. The bullets pierced his partner’s right arm before he had the chance to dive in front of them. Who the $@$# still uses a Tommy gun, Stephen thought. The responders told Stephen that his partner wouldn’t have survived if he hadn’t intervened when he did but Stephen still knew that night he lost a partner and a uniform. The old one was covered in holes.
The caffeine entered his blood stream and he felt his body waking up, the neurons flashing back on after hibernation, bringing to light the little details in the world around him as if coming out of a thick fog. The three sprigs of weeds coming out of the cracked pavement just at the corner of the quick stop. The silver Buick driving by with the eighty-five year old driver and the tilted rear view mirror. A twenty-two year old mother creeping out her front door on her way to work in black, muddied shoes. The seventeen year old spray-painting a brick wall in the alley. Stephen turned his head. “You’ve got to be kidding me…” He sighed and left the cop car, looking both ways before he crossed the street. The kid was maybe five foot six, wearing a white hoodie underneath a grey faux-military jacket and a florescent orange tuque, and tagging something obscene against the wall.
The sound of hissing covered up his footsteps as he reached the front of the alley. “I was what? Maybe eight yards away? And you seriously do this?” Stephen called out, his voice booming to stress a point. The kid turned his head, dropping the can as his eyes went a little too wide. The kid bolted. “You really don’t want to do this,” Stephen said and ran after him. It wasn’t much of a chase. The kid rounded a corner, skidding as he tried keeping his balance, and with ease Stephen followed, gaining at every inch. The police-training course wasn’t for nothing. The kid’s panting grew louder and lapsed into wheezing the longer he went. Asthmatic, Stephen figured and reached out a hand to yank him back with a shoulder. “You’re coming with me.”
Theme Songs: Keep the Car Running - Arcade Fire
