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Post by Matt Wilson on Aug 22, 2015 22:32:18 GMT -6
Matthew Jake Wilson
FACE CLAIM: Blake Shelton
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AGE: Thirty-Five
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
POSITION: Local - Owner of Matt's Hole in the Wall & Part-Time Trainer
POWER: Super Strength and Enhanced Durability
Super Strength
Essentially, Matt is far stronger than the average individual. His muscular structure is such that he had vastly enhanced capabilities and can far exceed what a normal human is capable of. His muscles do not appear to be overly large, despite what they can actually do. instead they simply operate under a much higher capacity and have a much greater tearing ratio than a normal human's. Whereas most human muscles would tear or strain, Matt's muscles simply endure.
While he hasn't been one to really stretch his powers, Matt is still capable of great feats of strength. he can lift roughly five times what the average man his size and fitness should be capable of doing (1000 lbs). He can punch his way through a few metals, though of course anything with too high of a rating proves to be rather tough to work through.
Enhanced Durability
Matt is naturally tougher than the standard individual. This applies mostly to his stamina: he can simply take a beating more easily than most people. he doesn't bruise quite as easily as most, and his stamina is incredibly impressive even for his relatively high level of physical fitness. This also means that his pain tolerance is greatly increased far above the average person, and he can handle far more than one would expect.
LIMITATIONS:
- Matt's strength performs at roughly 5 times normal. Under great strain and stress, he could possibly achieve a good deal higher than that. The result would be tricky.
- Matt's powers are limited to his muscles and some durability. He can still have difficulties with his bone structure not holding up.
- Matt's ability does not apply to his skin. He can still bleed out, and this is usually how he loses a fight if he gets in one.
SIDE-EFFECTS:
- Matt has some issues with his bones, and has to drink an excessive amount of milk to counteract.
- Matt has to take in a truly impressive amount of calories to keep up with the amount burned when using his abilities.
- Matt can suffer a build-up of lactic acid within if he exercises his ability too greatly. This has the fun side effect of essentially poisoning him, making it feel like his body is on fire.
(note to reviewer: I've already cleared the below with Bards and Nu)
- ABBREVIATED DEPARTMENT OF DEFENSE SERVICE RECORD -
NAME: Wilson, Matthew Jake
UNIT: 3rd SFG (A)
BRANCH: US Army
RANK/GRADE: Staff Sergeant (SSG)
HOME OF RECORD: Arlington, TX
* SELECTED SERVICE NOTES
*1998 - Initial Entry - Assigned to 10th Mountain Division
*2002 - Deployed to Afghanistan in support of operation Enduring Freedom
*2006 - Entered into Special Forces Qualification Course
*2007 - Assigned to 3rd Special Forces Group (3rd SFG (A))
*2007-2011 - [Record Blocked]
*2011 - Awarded honorable discharge
* NOTABLE AWARDS, COMMENDATIONS, AND BADGES
Combat Infantryman Badge
Special Forces Tab
Silver Star Medal
Presidential Unit Citation
Afghanistan Campaign Medal
Purple Heart
The fire had been going on for so long that they'd forgotten when it had started. No, that wasn't quite right: these things never did quite last forever. They were explosions of flurry in the painful repetitive monotony. Weeks, months of this crap, of being ready for every person you met to pull out a gun or a damn grenade or do who knows what to mess up you or one of your buddies. All to come to moments like this.
"We've got to cover him!" a Southern accent yelled across the melee. The young man owning it twisted to look, swearing he could feel the bullets flying around him. He might have advantages the rest didn't, but he knew damn well that getting shot would hurt like hell. The mewling private next to him confirmed that all too well. "You jus' hold on tight, son," Sergeant Wilson tapped the guy next to him, flashing a smile. "You got it easy: jus' lyin' around while we do all the work. You know like hell we'll get a medic on you. Hell, maybe Spence'll practice a bit."
Sergeant Wilson gave the young man a wink before hoisting his own fiream up to cradle his shoulder. The cowboy let out a whoop even as he felt his professional training sinking in, actually taking control of the situation, pouring ice water into his veins. Within moments Wilson was laying suppressing fire. Moments after that, the medics would be showing up to deal with the private.
And years later that young man would still be telling tales of the heroic Sergeant who'd pulled his ass out of the line of fire.
Matt kept rocking back and forth in the seat, hearing it squeak beneath his weight. His left leg jiggled with the passing seconds, but his attention remained more or less set on the director sitting across from him. Sure, Matt loomed above him: the cowboy had always been on the tall side and his ability would've meant he was built like a brickhouse even if he hadn't served thirteen years in the military. Doubtless the director was offering immediate comparisons to Matt's recommendor. But while that one had been stiff, this one seemed almost ready to burst out of the chair. There was still something to him though, a look in his eye belayed by that charming smile.
"Why don't you tell me about yourself?"
"Oh, hell, is that really necessary?" Matt asked. The director gave him a look with raised brows. Matt let out a groan and rubbed his face, remembering what he'd agreed to. "I was born in the middle of nowhere Texas, ended up moving to Arlington when I was, hell, eight? Something like that. Had a bit of a cowboy lifestyle till then. Pretty normal life for a good ole Southern boy. raised all Southern Baptist and redneck, the kind of folks who listened to nothin' but country music an' vote Republican all the way. Was pretty much decided I was gonna be military before my balls even dropped.
"Didn't stop me from kicking it up whenever I could. My daddy loved to smack me one right upside the head an' most times I deserved it. hell, he did me a favor: got me more than ready for the good ole US of A's armed forces. Anyways, got my powers, oh, about thirteen or so, about the time I was starting to realize that girls liked me well enough. Bein' tall and damn charming had its benefits," he pauses to wink and offer a smile. "Anyway, was simple enough: was playin' football an' found out I could really throw the ball. Heard they still ain't found it. Wasn't more than a coupla days before I ended up here." He gestured around him, then nodded.
"Ended up doin' alright, well, as alright as a Southern boy can up here. Thank God there's cowboys up here. Didn't fit in none with them preppy types, but did jus' fine with the locals. Toward the end even fell for one of 'em 'round here, pretty little thing named Caroline."
He whistles at that. "Girl had an ass that jus' wouldn't quit, an' dimples like you wouldn't believe. We got hitched jus' before I enlisted, must be seventeen years ago now, give or take. Army wife an' all."
He let out a slight smile and a short laugh, pausing for a moment.
"It says you're not married on your--"
"I know. Girl didn't like my being away. Funny shit that, right? Guy's off serving his country fightin' for freedom and his girl runs off and cheats on him. Ended up earnin' another demerit for that. Mighta tested the limits of my liver. Lucky Spence was around or I woulda wrecked a damn Jeep an' I'd still be payin' for it."
He pauses for a bit. "Ran into Spence bit after I enlisted. Weird runnin' into one of the guys from here, but I handled it alright. Did an infantry tour like I said," he gestured. "Got out of Afghanistan, signed up for SF qualification. Didn't last as long as Spence: took the time out. Came here. Got wasted enough to buy a bar. Kept getting wasted. Hiding in the Hole.
"Ran into Spence: he suggested I put some of that trainin' to use, teach some of the kiddies somethin'," he shrugs. Matt falls silent, his knee jiggling. The director studies him for a while, looking hard, seeing some of the same traits that had been evident in Spence. And just like his fellow veteran, this one was enlisting in something other than security. Given his power and his training, he'd be a real force.... but given his already admitted issues with authority and drink, well, maybe it was for the best.
"Part time," the director repeated.
"Kinda still runnin' a bar," Matt drawled. "Yer welcome to come in for a drink."
"I think not," the director said, considering the reference. He came so highly recommended: even got on with the local law. And a veteran. Not hiring him would be idiocy.
"So, when do I start?"
SAMPLE: Links. Nothing but Links. All the links. I also pretty much just wrote a RP sample, so I'm gonna be lazy for my sixteenth character.
USERNAME: Fate
AGE GROUP: Almost thirty
EXPERIENCE: uh, a while now.
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? Nu dragged me in
