Name: Nicholas Terrance Walker
Age: 43
Birthday: July 14th
Gender: Male
Species: Human (Mostly)
Category: Citizen
Career: Unemployed
Appearance Description: Nicholas is a man of many faces, mostly due to being able to distort his look at will. His height is usually 6', though, and he maintains a semi-muscular build. His hair is short and brunette with some grey peppered in there. He's clean shaven, and his eyes are a deep blue, often out of focus.
His attire is usually a bloody lab coat, though he'll often wear leathers if he can find them. Or skin, if it's a fun day for him.
Personality Description: Twisted, yet mentally fragile is an accurate depiction of Nicholas in few words. The long version, well.. he was a sensitive man at once point, timid- but since has devolved into something tainted, clearly mad.
He is a scientific genius, with some things understood that still baffle most medical fields- unfortunately, this is mostly through illegal, if not outright torturous means, so they are best not practiced. He gains pleasure in "fixing" people, though, and is addicted to their pain as he does so. He's bold in his actions, but discrete as to not be caught by the public eye. Crowds are to be avoided, of course. A cruel, but intelligent individual.
However, he is also a lonely individual. He'll hold onto his experiments for longer than intended to avoid being alone, and has deemed a lamp to be the reincarnation of his long lost wife. Occasionally you'll hear him whispering to it, or himself, when not working on patience.
Species Abilities: None.
Powers: Cell/Flesh Manipulation: Nicholas has the ability to control and expand his cells. He works much like cancer, consistently growing. This can be used to make hideous, bulging limbs and flesh masses which can constrict, or pin people to surfaces. He cannot absorb other's flesh, or manipulate it- he can only move his own, and only while it's connected. Once he's cut it from his body, he's lost all control.
How much he can control at once is quite massive. roughly five gallons of flesh can come from him at once, in limbs that stretch up to seven feet long- doubled if he's using multiple limbs. This is still just flesh, though, and despite its size, it can be cut through, burned, or frozen as most other human flesh can. This will hurt Nicholas and cause him to retract the limb if this is done while he's still connected.
Except for cutting- cutting at much just stings a bit. In some cases, this can even feel.. pleasurable, to him.
Regeneration: Due to being able to grow his cells consistently, cutting off limbs- save for the head- doesn't really do anything. He just regrows it. The regrowing process is quick, only taking roughly a minute or so per limb. He can only focus on regrowing one at once, or the process is slowed to a staggering five to ten minutes, depending on how many he's focused on.
Biography: Nicholas was, at one time, a renowned scientist. He made a lot of advances in the main world. He'd always been a klutz though, and somewhat shy, so public appearances were rare. He had a wonderful wife named Cynthia. She was a bit aggressive, but for the most part was good to him. He depended on her, due to his fear of crowds, and she was his rock.
However, Cynthia died during the childbirth of their first son, Rosco, due to complications. This began a slow descent into madness which led to bizarre experimentation.
No one really knows how he found out about Manta Carlos, but in reality it was one of his victims. It was a vampire, he believed- he hadn't meant to capture one, but they'd looked pretty, and revealed themselves to not be human after the kidnapping in their terror. They told him they'd even take him to this island, full of "special" people like him, if he let this vampire live. And so, here he arrived.
They found him... odd, but he played it on the down low. He pretended to be normal, so he could gain access with just his flesh manipulation, and it mostly worked. He's claimed to many he's "unemployed," but truth be told, he is employed. Self employed, in hunting down more.. intriguing victims.
Whoever's next, it's going to be a fun ride.
Additional Information:
Age: 43
Birthday: July 14th
Gender: Male
Species: Human (Mostly)
Category: Citizen
Career: Unemployed
Appearance Description: Nicholas is a man of many faces, mostly due to being able to distort his look at will. His height is usually 6', though, and he maintains a semi-muscular build. His hair is short and brunette with some grey peppered in there. He's clean shaven, and his eyes are a deep blue, often out of focus.
His attire is usually a bloody lab coat, though he'll often wear leathers if he can find them. Or skin, if it's a fun day for him.
Personality Description: Twisted, yet mentally fragile is an accurate depiction of Nicholas in few words. The long version, well.. he was a sensitive man at once point, timid- but since has devolved into something tainted, clearly mad.
He is a scientific genius, with some things understood that still baffle most medical fields- unfortunately, this is mostly through illegal, if not outright torturous means, so they are best not practiced. He gains pleasure in "fixing" people, though, and is addicted to their pain as he does so. He's bold in his actions, but discrete as to not be caught by the public eye. Crowds are to be avoided, of course. A cruel, but intelligent individual.
However, he is also a lonely individual. He'll hold onto his experiments for longer than intended to avoid being alone, and has deemed a lamp to be the reincarnation of his long lost wife. Occasionally you'll hear him whispering to it, or himself, when not working on patience.
Species Abilities: None.
Powers: Cell/Flesh Manipulation: Nicholas has the ability to control and expand his cells. He works much like cancer, consistently growing. This can be used to make hideous, bulging limbs and flesh masses which can constrict, or pin people to surfaces. He cannot absorb other's flesh, or manipulate it- he can only move his own, and only while it's connected. Once he's cut it from his body, he's lost all control.
How much he can control at once is quite massive. roughly five gallons of flesh can come from him at once, in limbs that stretch up to seven feet long- doubled if he's using multiple limbs. This is still just flesh, though, and despite its size, it can be cut through, burned, or frozen as most other human flesh can. This will hurt Nicholas and cause him to retract the limb if this is done while he's still connected.
Except for cutting- cutting at much just stings a bit. In some cases, this can even feel.. pleasurable, to him.
Regeneration: Due to being able to grow his cells consistently, cutting off limbs- save for the head- doesn't really do anything. He just regrows it. The regrowing process is quick, only taking roughly a minute or so per limb. He can only focus on regrowing one at once, or the process is slowed to a staggering five to ten minutes, depending on how many he's focused on.
Biography: Nicholas was, at one time, a renowned scientist. He made a lot of advances in the main world. He'd always been a klutz though, and somewhat shy, so public appearances were rare. He had a wonderful wife named Cynthia. She was a bit aggressive, but for the most part was good to him. He depended on her, due to his fear of crowds, and she was his rock.
However, Cynthia died during the childbirth of their first son, Rosco, due to complications. This began a slow descent into madness which led to bizarre experimentation.
At first, he'd simply wanted to delve into science more to deal with the loss. Rosco was somewhat abandoned, but he was making enough money to cover baby sitters. This.. led to more interesting experiments over time. At first it'd just been injecting steroids into animals in secret, but he craved to go deeper. He wanted to look at their insides, as it felt comforting to him.
So he began cutting things open. At first he knocked them out for this, but found keeping them conscious and listening to their delectable cries and whines were far more entertaining. He loved feeling the warmth gradually go from them, too, but he wouldn't dare admit it. After all, he was trying to fix things, not kill them.
Of course, this eventually bled into experimenting on people, but he did it under wraps. He had to, lest he be found out. Rosco became one of his main subjects, starting from the age of roughly four or five. He'll never forget the first time he did it, with children's rhymes playing in the background to calm him. He'd gone so willingly, at first, but by the end of it his screams were filling the room. He thought his eardrums would rupture.
He was lucky he had such a soundproof lab.
This would go on for the next ten years, much to his son's dismay- but he enjoyed it, and while he hated his son for the death of his wife, he also loved his son for looking just like his wife. It was a complicated relationship, and the experiments would, on occasion, become.. more intimate, than just the cutting. Unspeakable things happened in that lab.
That said, it wasn't just his son. He would find other people to toy with at random points in his life, as well as experimenting on himself. The others.. usually didn't live long, but there were a slim margin who did. He'd often have "parties" if he had four victims or more, experimenting on all of them at once and finding near-orgasmic pleasure in it. He'd also bury his faces in their open cavities. It had such an interesting smell on the inside, but it was so... warm. So comforting.
It was around this time, on accident, he discovered his son's new abilities from the experimentation- he'd learned to manipulate his bones. Granted, it had been though an attempt to kill him, but he'd managed to fend him off.
This led to more self-experimentation, injecting himself with random DNA in desperate attempts to replicate what he had done with the boy. While he did end up with an ability, it was not the same. Flesh manipulation. It was grotesque, all-consuming, and good for suffocating and pinning victims.
He loved it.
Rather unfortunately for him, his son was caught bleeding out in class, roughly around the age of 15. He'd not stitched him properly the last session, he'd been too hasty. And now, cops were after him. So, using his cells to extremely distort his looks, he ran. And continued to run.
So he began cutting things open. At first he knocked them out for this, but found keeping them conscious and listening to their delectable cries and whines were far more entertaining. He loved feeling the warmth gradually go from them, too, but he wouldn't dare admit it. After all, he was trying to fix things, not kill them.
Of course, this eventually bled into experimenting on people, but he did it under wraps. He had to, lest he be found out. Rosco became one of his main subjects, starting from the age of roughly four or five. He'll never forget the first time he did it, with children's rhymes playing in the background to calm him. He'd gone so willingly, at first, but by the end of it his screams were filling the room. He thought his eardrums would rupture.
He was lucky he had such a soundproof lab.
This would go on for the next ten years, much to his son's dismay- but he enjoyed it, and while he hated his son for the death of his wife, he also loved his son for looking just like his wife. It was a complicated relationship, and the experiments would, on occasion, become.. more intimate, than just the cutting. Unspeakable things happened in that lab.
That said, it wasn't just his son. He would find other people to toy with at random points in his life, as well as experimenting on himself. The others.. usually didn't live long, but there were a slim margin who did. He'd often have "parties" if he had four victims or more, experimenting on all of them at once and finding near-orgasmic pleasure in it. He'd also bury his faces in their open cavities. It had such an interesting smell on the inside, but it was so... warm. So comforting.
It was around this time, on accident, he discovered his son's new abilities from the experimentation- he'd learned to manipulate his bones. Granted, it had been though an attempt to kill him, but he'd managed to fend him off.
This led to more self-experimentation, injecting himself with random DNA in desperate attempts to replicate what he had done with the boy. While he did end up with an ability, it was not the same. Flesh manipulation. It was grotesque, all-consuming, and good for suffocating and pinning victims.
He loved it.
Rather unfortunately for him, his son was caught bleeding out in class, roughly around the age of 15. He'd not stitched him properly the last session, he'd been too hasty. And now, cops were after him. So, using his cells to extremely distort his looks, he ran. And continued to run.
No one really knows how he found out about Manta Carlos, but in reality it was one of his victims. It was a vampire, he believed- he hadn't meant to capture one, but they'd looked pretty, and revealed themselves to not be human after the kidnapping in their terror. They told him they'd even take him to this island, full of "special" people like him, if he let this vampire live. And so, here he arrived.
They found him... odd, but he played it on the down low. He pretended to be normal, so he could gain access with just his flesh manipulation, and it mostly worked. He's claimed to many he's "unemployed," but truth be told, he is employed. Self employed, in hunting down more.. intriguing victims.
Whoever's next, it's going to be a fun ride.
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