Post by Corey Spencer on Feb 27, 2015 14:23:23 GMT -6
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NAME: Corey Isaac Spencer
NICKNAME: Is usually referred to by his last name, or 'Spence' for short.
AGE: 33
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
POSITION: Medical Staff (EMT / Nursing)
FACE CLAIM: Dwayne Johnson
POWER:
Metallic Form
Corey's blood stream carries an organic substance that, when exposed to open air, hardens into a pliable, nearly metallic shell. Through meticulous training, Corey has gained a level of control over this substance and is able to draw it out through the pores in his skin to coat his body in a tough, nearly impenetrable shell. When in this form, Corey's muscles and bones are also reinforced, heightening his physical prowess far beyond human norms. When the substance hardens, it takes on a dull, black finish that extends even to his eyes, which take on a reddish tint.
While fortified within this shell, Corey has been able to shrug off small arms fire with nary a scratch and is capable of impressive feats of strength. Although he's never fully tested the extreme limits of his strength, while making use of his mutation, Corey has been able to flip a car onto its roof with moderate strain, and the hard shell allows him to make short work of tearing down doors, ripping through walls, smashing squishy people, etc. If pushed to his limits, Corey could deadlift and bench press just under 2 tons, (which are roughly thrice that of human limits), and, if properly secured, could pull a weight of up to 300 tons (just under twice that of the official world record).
Limitations
- Even though Corey feels very little pain while in his metallic form, he can still be injured. Gunfire causes bruises, and large calibers can results in blunt force trauma such as internal injuries or concussions. The affects of these injuries are often felt, in full force, whenever Corey reverts to his 'normal' form.
- Corey doesn't gain any superhuman abilities without being in his metallic form. While 'normal', he's no more physically capable than a human of his size. It can take 10-15 seconds for the metallic substance to fully harden, leaving him vulnerable during that time. It takes roughly the same amount of time to revert back to his normal, fleshy self, as the substance weakens and sloughs off like metallic paint chips.
- The use of this power is not subtle. There is no hiding what he is, as even his eyes become a deep black, with a reddish tint. His weight also triples to nearly half a ton, making riding in vehicles difficult, or impossible. Even though his super strength allows him to remain surprisingly agile for such a large, metallic thing, Corey does slow considerably while making use of his power. His manual dexterity is also limited, making it difficult to manipulate small objects.
Side-Effects
- Upon reverting back to his 'normal' form, Corey's muscles and tendons come under an extreme strain, leaving him sore and exhausted, at best, every time he ceases use of his power. While under duress, it's not uncommon for him to suffer torn muscles and sprained joints when shifting back.
- Because the substance is organic and is carried through his blood stream, Corey's musculature is prone to stiffness and could be susceptible to injury even during day to day activities. To combat this, Corey has developed a strict training and nutritional plan that focuses upon muscle conditioning and flexibility. Heavily deviating from this plan could (and probably will) result in extreme discomfort (at best), and serous injuries (most likely).
- Since the substance that gives him his power is organic and made in his body, Corey is forced to make use of his mutation at least once a week in order to purge his system and prevent his blood from becoming too thick for his body to process. If he doesn't do this, he becomes susceptible to numbness in his extremities, loss of muscle control, or, at worst the equivalent of a severe heart attack.- ABBREVIATED DEPARTMENT OF DEFENSE SERVICE RECORD -NAME: Spencer, Corey Isaac
UNIT: 3rd SFG(A)
BRANCH: US ARMY
RANK/GRADE: Sergeant First Class (SFC) / E7
HOME OF RECORD: Miami, FL
* SELECTED SERVICE NOTES
* 2000 - Initial Entry - Assigned to 10th Mountain Division
* 2002 - Deployed to Afghanistan in support of Operation Enduring Freedom
* 2003 - Transferred to 82nd Airborne Division
* 2004 - Deployed to Iraq in support of Operation Iraqi Freedom
* 2006 - Entered into the Special Forces Qualification Course
* 2007 - Assigned to 3rd Special Forces Group (3rd SFG (A))
* 2007-2012 - [Record blocked]
* 2012 - Awarded honorable discharge
* 2014 - Reactivated and attached to 3rd SFG (A)
* 2015 - Released from active duty
* NOTABLE AWARDS, COMMENDATIONS, AND BADGES
Combat Infantryman Badge
Combat Medical Badge
Special Forces Tab
Military Freefall Parachutist Badge
Silver Star Medal
Presidential Unit Citation
Iraq Campaign Medal
Afghanistan Campaign Medal
Bronze Star Medal w/'V' Device
Purple Heart
The raspy wail that erupted from the baby's throat elicited a chorus of cheers from outside the tent. It had been a long, painful delivery but long hours of struggle came to an end with a newborn infant cradled in the massive hands of the medic. "Geezus, Spence." Breathed the younger sergeant who'd assisted with the procedure. "You did it, holy shit." The broad, powerfully built man known to his fellow special forces operators as 'Spence' could only grin weakly. He wasn't nearly as exhausted as the woman who had just given birth, but the harrowing procedure had almost ended far worse. He took a moment, staring at the wailing child. It was a little boy, exactly what the village elders had wanted, and even covered in the slime, blood and grime of birth, the baby served as a beautiful contrast to the horrors of the war that raged around them.
"You did good in there Sergeant." Captain Budinger stepped up behind the weary medical sergeant. A spark flashed as the officer lit up a smoke. "The kid came along at the right time. First ID is just over the ridge. The area's stabilized enough to bring in a CA team to take over. Two weeks from now and we'll be heading home." This was always the news he loved to give his guys. Captain Budinger knew they'd be off somewhere else within six months anyway, but a homecoming was always a welcome relief.
"Thank you, sir." Spence replied, even though he didn't feel the need to be commended for simply doing his job. The announcement their time in country was coming to an end was met with little more than a faint nod. He couldn't afford to get complacent, not yet. A lot could change in two weeks and there was a transition he had to now oversee on top of everything else. There was still work to do. It wasn't the time to start resting. "I'll get my end of things ready to hand off to the CA guys." He said before glancing up to the clear sky. He could feel the captain's eyes on him. The question was bound to come and Spence wasn't going to wait. "This is it." He spoke abruptly, his voice calm, but certain. "My ETS is coming up. After this, I'm done."
The human resources director blinked a few times as he looked up to the hulking beast of a man sitting in front of him. The prospective employee was broad, well muscled, and looked like he'd just stepped out of body building documentary. His short hair and rigid posture, however, indicated a strong sense of discipline. "Okay, Mister Spencer." The director said after clearing his throat to give himself a moment to collect his thoughts. "Why don't you tell me about yourself."
With a slow nod, the big man carefully pieced together the words in his mind before opening his mouth to speak in his calm, collected voice. "I grew up in the part of Florida no one talks about. As a kid you had three options. Join the crew on the streets, sports, or the military. This mentality stuck with me even after my mutation caused me to nearly kill someone during football practice when I was fourteen. Within a week I was on my way here, to the Academy.
I still couldn't shake what had been ingrained in my childhood and enlisted in the Army as soon as I graduated in two-thousand. I went infantry, and deployed with the 10th Mountain in oh-two. When we got back, I transferred to the 82nd and notched my first tour in Afghanistan right after. While I was out there, I was attached to a Special Forces team, which put the bug in my ear. I signed up for the Qualification course as soon as I was stateside.
I spent almost six years with S.F. before taking my discharge papers a couple years ago and getting out while I could. I went back home, staying with my parents for a few weeks before I found out about the open position here."
The director nodded, listening to the brief account of the much larger man's life. He seemed a solid candidate. Military background, disciplined, soft spoken in spite of his size but he suspected if the big man got angry, there'd be few students who would want to stand up to him. "I normally don't rush to such a judgement, but I think you're exactly what we need." He confessed with a nod. "We've already completed your background check and references, I can have a formal job offer submitted to you by the end of the interview." He smiled as he looked over the job candidate file. It was rare someone so suited for their desired position came through. "You'll fit right in with our sec-" With a furrowed brow, the director abruptly fell silent as his eyes touched upon the box where the desired position was filled in. It was an oversight brought on by the hiring push the Academy had been on. Here he had undergone the entire interview thinking he was about to bring a new member of the security staff on board. "I'm sorry..." He said, lifting his gaze to the large man sitting across from him. "Forgive my ignorance, but why are you applying to be a nurse?"
The question didn't even bring out a chuckle in response. The big man remained calm and stoic. He knew the almost contradictory nature of his position in the military and what it looked like as he was sitting there. "If you're asking why I prefer to go into the medical field, sir, the answer is simple. In my first firefight, I took a round to the chest. I wouldn't be sitting here if it hadn't been for our medic. I realized then I could do a lot more to protect my guys than I had been. I transferred to the 82nd to reclass. When I joined SF, I did so as a medical sergeant. I've set up and run clinics in some of the worst regions in the world with little more than the supplies I had in my pack. I fought when I had to, but I preferred to protect."
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