Joseph Enders

[Joseph Enders]

NAME: Joseph Michael Enders
NICKNAME: Joe, Enders
AGE: Twenty Seven
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
POSITION: Trainer
FACE CLAIM: Tom Hardy

POWER: Crystal Growth

The power to create crystal shards ranging in size and density across his body or an area that comes in contact with his body or any crystals that are in some way connected to him, i.e. He cant just form crystals out in the middle of nowhere, he has to grow them out from his body. Crystals formed that come in direct contact with his self naturally have a denser quality to them akin to the density of ballistic ceramics meaning that they can take a few rounds of small munitions fire before becoming compromised and virtually useless. Crystals created that don’t come in direct contact with his body have the density of quartz. He does have a limited ability to improve the density of these crystals but it requires an intense amount of concentration and is typically not something able to be done in real world applications.

Repairing damaged crystals are impossible for him and the only way to “fix” them is to either lay crystals over them which increases his weight making him bulky and slower or to shed them and form new ones. Since he controls the growth of his constructs with his mind he is able to form them over his entire body with just a mere thought. He is able to currently cover an area of approximately 25 feet. Using his power takes it’s toll on his mind causing severe headaches, vision loss, hearing loss, nose bleeds, and can open his mind up to attacks of psionic quality. Pushing his power to the limit has the potential to place him into a state of hibernation in which his body seals itself in crystals for a time of 24-72 hours depending on the exertion and depending on if it was a sudden burst that expended his energy or a prolonged use, the sudden burst tending to need a longer recovery time and could also result in brain damage.


APPEARANCE SECTION: Enders commonly sports his dark brown hair in a short military style cut and his facial hair ranges from clean shaven to a month or so unshaven beard typically landing somewhere in-between depending on the occasion. Joe’s eyes normally are a dark green that changes to a brown on the outer portion of it but while his powers are activated or he is preparing to use it they shine light blue the brightness dependent on the amount of energy he is exerting. Body shape Enders has a typical fighters physic; muscular and well defined. Joe has has several scars on his body a large scar on the front and back of his left shoulder from where an AK-47 round went though, he also a small scar at the corner off his left eye and the left side of his mouth from a knife wound. Joe also has more tattoos then scars a large skull with wings on his back one side appearing to be good while the other appearing evil with the quote "if we live right we can't die wrong" underneath it. On his right shoulder, the same side as the evil part of his back tattoo, Joe has a wicked twisting of tribal coming down to about his elbow. The shoulder and back tattoo all are a personal message to himself to help remind himself that good and evil live inside all of has but as long as we try to live our lives honorably when we die it will be worth something. On his right forearm he also has the words "Semper Fidelis" with an eagle globe and anchor next to it closest to his hand and across his chest the words "death before dishonor" are written.

MUST HAVE APPAREL: Enders typically can be seen wearing some form of t-shirt and jeans with boots though during training sessions he will wear a pair of cargo pants boots and a compression shirt along with a plate carrier MOLLE vest as well as compression sleeves and gloves. When he is sleeping or lounging he wears sweat pants or shorts and a Marine Corps t-shirt and that goes for when he's at the gym or working out as well. The only piece of item he almost always has on him except when in sweatpants is his fixed blade knife which he keeps strapped to his belt.

PERSONALITY SECTION: Joe has a strong sense of honor and whatever he does he makes sure he is satisfied with the results because his name is going to be attached to it. While not debilitating Joe is extremely uncomfortable around needles from his time in custody (see history). He also has a fear of falling from heights the being up high doesn't bother him but the minute he has to come down either by rope or jumping his heart rate instantly increases. In interactions on a day to day basis with other people Enders tends to be blunt and sarcastic causing a good deal of people to find him to be unpleasant, but those that get to know him come to appreciate his honesty and trustworthiness. Enders temper can be explosive though and his sense of whats right and wrong are fairly rigged those that make him made are more than likely to leave with at the very least a swollen lip.

When it comes to his personality in front of children he isn’t stupid and knows that they will be kids and he would rather have them do those dumb things in his presence then to be unaccompanied and do them out in town, so he isn’t opposed to giving them a drink or a smoke as long as they don’t plan on leaving the school grounds. For his pupils if he is leading a group training session his Marine Corps attitude comes out and he goes into drill instructor mode which includes a lot of yelling and physical activity for his students but when he is doing a one on one session it is drastically different and he operates on a much more personalized level taking the time to help grow his students.

EXTRA QUIRK: Enders smokes, drinks, and likes a good fight and will more than likely be doing one of those things whenever possible. He is an excellent shot and will be more than happy to train anyone who wants to learn to shoot as well. An expert in Marine Corps marital arts he has a mix of judo, karate, jeet kun do, wrestling, and boxing in his arsenal and is always willing to help pass along any of these skills.


FATHER: Bruce Enders
MOTHER: Kristine Enders
SIBLINGS: Maria Enders
PET: None
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Nope
WORTHY MENTIONS: No One


CHILDHOOD: Joe was born January 10th 1987 to Bruce and Kristine Enders. His father was a New York City fireman and his mother worked in an office position in Manhattan. For the first portion of his life Joe lived fairly normal going to school playing sports being on the upper echelon of popularity. Joe and his sister Maria were particularity close to each other and were thick as thieves engaging in a multitude of shenanigans together. During his first year of high school that all changed, 2001 would become the turning point in his life as they lost their Mother and Father all in a matter of moments. His Mothers office was located on the top portion of the World Trade Center and his fathers engine was one of the first responding to the scene on September 11th and as Joe watched the television in his third period class he saw as he lost both parents in one day leaving just him and his sister alone in the world.

From that moment on Joe turned his attention towards the Marine Corps he joined the ROTC club in his school and dedicated himself towards joining after high school. He pushed away from all of his old friends and old involvements and concentrated on nothing but preparing himself for the new future that was laid out before him. This sudden change took a hit on his sister as well as he pushed her out of his life as he began to solely dedicate his life towards his own selfish ambitions and anger. The rest of school was different for Joe as all the people he used to call friends took offense to his new direction and on several occasions his old friends became enemies. On one occasion at age 15 a former friend was sexually assaulting a female friend of theirs and as Joe was walking home he heard the screams and commotion coming from the friends car, Joe broke the window and pulled him from the car and proceeded to assault the side of his friends face. It was this incident that his powers would first manifest his hand encasing itself in a thin layer of crystals his power being fueled by his rage. It wasn't until the girl had to push Joe off of the boy with all of her weight that the assault ended. As he settled down Joe left the scene the boy unconscious and bleeding the girl assured him that she wouldn't say anything to the police. Fleeing the scene Enders lcoked himself in his bedroom as he tried to understand what had happened to his hand as it was still covered in the light blue crystals. Keeping his hand hidden for the rest of the day it wasn't till that night Joe listened to the news and watched as the girl described a hooded vigilante rescuing her from being raped and also how the boy who had been the one who was beaten up was in critical condition and was suffering from a fractured skull and brain swelling that the shards covering his hand would fall away and be quickly thrown out. It would go on that the boy remembered nothing from that entire day but none the less Joe would remember how it felt that day to help someone in need.

ADOLESCENCE: After his "incident" he was quickly greeted by recruiters from the Bellefonte academy and  whisked away to the young mutant school separating him and his sister. While enrolled at the school Enders pushed himself to try and get control of his power to little avail his own anger clouding his ability to focus causing his powers to fluctuate. As Enders came closer to graduating he gained enough control to at the least not have crystals sprouting every time he got mad. As Joe graduated high school he quickly enlisted in the Marines still intent on trying to find his peace on the battlefield. In the Corps he would quickly excel both physically and with the rifle moving him up to the top of his class. The same would be true at infantry school and shortly after that Joe would be in his first tour in Iraq. Joe's first tour was quick and relatively uneventful spending most of his time as base security he had a mostly quiet tour only being in a few small firefights and never having a single incident of lost control. 

After getting done with his first tour Joe would get stationed in Okinawa, Japan for a year before his next tour it was at this time Joe began to train heavily in MCMAP eventually earning his black belt and would begin to participate in mixed martial arts fights sanctioned by the Marine Corps and he would win several of his fights before getting deployed again this time to Afghanistan.

ADULTHOOD: During this tour Joe would be assigned as a platoon sergeant and responsible for the lives of twelve Marines. It was at this time that Joe's life would once again be thrown off track. During a convoy his unit began taking small arms and after a few minutes into the intense gun fight Joe was hit through the left shoulder by an AK-47 round. Not ready to end the fight Joe continued to return fire against insurgents by resting his rifle on the hood of his HUMVEE. It was at this time Joe saw an RPG get leveled at him and another Marine and acting selflessly Joe grabbed the marine next to him tossing him to the ground and laying on top of him used his own body to protect against the ensuing explosion. The sound was deafening and the heat was enough to nearly blister his skin but Joe felt nothing hitting his body and as he opened his eyes he say the burning remains if the HUMVEE and the unconscious body of the marine underneath him. Lifting his eyes upwards he saw the members of his unit spread out across the battlefield dead. It was then Joe felt an arm wrap around his neck dragging him backwards before throwing him back on the ground. Struggling up to his knees Joe glared at the men aiming at him, his shoulder screamed in pain and knowing this was the end he spit at the ground of his attackers. The men began to say something to each other and lowered their weapons pointed towards Joe the look of amazement across their faces. It was at this point Joe noticed his uniform hanging loosely off his body and trying to look over his shoulder he noticed something reflecting the light coming off of his back. Turning to look at his attackers Joe was quickly greeted by a butt stock to the cheek and as he crumpled to the floor he blacked out.

Joe didn't know how long he was out but he remembers coming in and out the sounds of men talking in languages he didn't understand a bag over his head and his hands tied behind his back. He felt the rumbling of a truck and the heat of the sun on his shoulders. It wasn't until he awoke felt the cool sensation of air conditioning that fear truly crept into his heart. Opening his eyes out was obvious by the white sterile room that he was in a laboratory his hands were bound to a steel chair and his left shoulder was bandaged well. The next portion becomes hazy for him but he remembers being injected several times over a long period of time by his captors until one day during one of the tests that his captors performed on him as they tried to figure out what he was that things changed and his powers truly came under his control. Using his abilities he escaped from captivity and was eventually rescued and brought back to the states. Once he got out of the Marine Corps he was 22 years old Enders went back to Bellefonte where he would enroll as a college student and begin to train and focus his ability for several years. During his time at the school Enders again dived into himself cutting off from the outside world or other students, mostly due to his constant nightmares and PTSD making it hard for him to make a connection. During his last year at the Academy Enders finally sought help with his PTSD and since his obsessive need to drink and constant nightmares have taken a turn for the better and finally getting complete control over his ability. After graduating he took some time off and rode across country on his motorcycle taking in the sights of the county until he finally had enough and returned back to the Academy to try and help new young mutants come to grips with their powers. 


SAMPLE: (Stolen from another site) Joe felt someone taping lightly against his cheek, and as he opened his eyes Joe tried to lift his head but exhaustion kept it hanging low. Angling his eyes up Joe breathed heavily and finally locked eyes a man kneeling in a white lab coat kneeled in front of him arms crossed across his chest a sarcastic sympathetic smile on his face. Joe recognized him instantly he had seen him several times before and from what Joe had gathered he was the one in charge here, wherever here was. The man said something to Joe in a low voice, Joe had no idea what it was said but either way he was sure it wouldn't be good. It was then that Joe noticed he had been cleaned up the vomit had been cleaned off of him and he noticed his cami trousers had been washed and put back on him. This couldn't be good, as the doctor finished saying something to Joe he stood and began address a group of individuals in a variety of clothing, some were dressed in military uniform, some in lab coats, and some in either eastern or western formal clothing. Joe was very much on display and as the doctor reached over and pulled a needle off of a cart standing next to him Joe flexed in his bonds, the last injection Joe had been given made him sick for a week an improvement on the one before that but none the less the side effects of these injections were of the worst kind.

As the doctor continued to talk he motioned for a younger man standing guard near the door towards Joe and again Joe tried to flex in his bonds as the man approached to no avail. Joe watched as the man pulled back a hand and swung full force at Joe's face making impact with his cheekbone, Joe felt his vision waver before his anger exploded as he reoriented himself. Joe didn't really feel what was happening but he knew somehow it was as the crystals began to form on the skin of his face forming a mask that covered his entire head. But the older men that the doctor had been speaking to all gasped in astonishment, it was certainly what they were here to see. Joe watched as the demonstration continued and one of the older men in uniform pulled out a handgun and shot a round straight at Joe's forehead causing his head to kick back slightly and the sound of cracking echo in his ears, lifting his head back up to look at them a crushed round fell into his lap. The assembled crowd all began to applaud but were quickly silenced by the doctor holding the needle. Joe could see the contents, a black liquid sat in the syringe and Joe could already feel his stomach turn as adrenaline pumped through his body as the doctor faced Joe again and lowered the needle towards his bruised forearm. Wincing slightly as the needle pierced his skin Joe flexed his cuffs again at his hands and feet but as the fluid began to enter his body all movement ceased as fire poured through his veins. From the injection site the black liquid began to work its way up his forearm visible through the skin and as the needle was finally removed from his arm Joe's head bucked backwards and let out a scream of agony. As the flames continued to spread up his arm Joe bucked in his chair his wrists began to bleed from the cuffs digging against his skin. As the black fluid wrapped around his shoulder and appeared on his neck he smashed his back against the chair anything to help stop this pain. As it snaked up his right cheek Joe stopped thrashing and simply screamed as he looked at the bastards doing this to him.

The assembled group all stood with bated breath as they watched the subject suffer in obvious pain it wasn't until the Marines skin began to reflect the light they knew the money they had all donated was beginning to bring about results. Crystal shards began to form all over the young Marines body covering him completely in the structures the screams from him would be enough to turn most peoples stomachs but this man was nothing more than a soldier of the enemy and a test subject his life meant nothing to them and as the crystals formed spikes out of his back pushing him forwards in the chair straining the bonds that held him that the screaming finally stopped and gave way to applause.

Joe felt the crystals, felt it as if it was a part of him. Breathing heavily Joe locked eyes with the doctor that had injected him and with a grin breaking onto his face Joe's eyes flicked towards the military man who had tried to shoot him before and with a flick of his wrist a crystal shard shot from his hand and hit the man square in the chest. After a moment to process what had just happened as the man slid down the concrete wall the entire room began to go into a frenzy as the assembled men began to try and escape through the door. Joe fired off several more shards some piercing arms some legs but as the blood began to flow in the room Joe felt a pressure in his head begin to grow.

Joe's crystal quills continued to grow outwards pushing his bonds tighter and tighter. Joe left his doctor for last and watched as he pressed himself against the far wall fear written all over his face a yellow stain marking his trousers. Joe slowly pushed crystals out from his body filling up the room slowly with the constructs. Joe almost didn't realize that they were pushing through the ceiling around him as his attention was solely on the man who had been pumping poison into his veins for god knows how long. Suddenly pain seared in Joe's forehead and his constructs began to grow rapidly pushing impaling some of those not fortunate to have escaped yet. Joe's eyes snapped open as the pain reached maximum he saw the fear in the doctor's eyes as the constructs expanded again pushing medical equipment against the walls crushing anything not willing to move. Again the crystals pressed outward faster than Joe could control or imagine he heard nothing as bone smashed against concrete as concrete smashed against steel and as steel exploded outward into the sky.

Joe sat up in his bed back in New York sweat pouring from him, he always had the same nightmare, and he couldn't get away from it. Looking down at his forearm the bruises were all healed leaving behind only a few small scars. The light from the sunrise filtered in through his small apartment window and Joe turned letting his feet land on the cold floor. Reaching towards his end table Joe pulled the half drunken bottle of Jameson from it and pressed it to his lips drinking down the warm liquid. Standing up he moved towards his window and looked down at the street. Few people moved around at this early of an hour but Joe didn't really care about any of them New York was changing, humanity was changing and as Joe pressed the bottle to his lips again he wondered if he was going to have a place in this new world.

USERNAME: Enders

AGE GROUP: Late 20’s

EXPERIENCE: Back in my day.... (aka long time 10 yearsish I think)

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