Minotaur

Real Name: Marcus Cornwall
Renegade Name: Minotaur
Title:
Alignment: NE
Age: 25
Gender:M
Race:Human (Meta)
Hair:black
Eyes:green
Height:7 foot
Weight:420 pounds
Blood type:



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Marcus is a very competitive man to say the least and has been described as bull-headed and stubborn by colleagues in his field. His constant internal struggle to find a balance between his aggressive and violent nature, with his willingness to do good are a constant reminder to him that he must train and perfect himself and his techniques. He strongly believes training to attain a balance, or sort of inner-peace, is the most respectable thing a man in his position can do. And he holds this virtue to the point it is at the forefront of his personality often making him come off as selfish or conceited in his everyday life. This ambition translates well into his daily workout routines as he is steadfast in his efforts of self-improvement.

He makes prideful decisions and bites off more then he can chew time and time again. Once transformed into his meta-human state, his primal urge for violence and victory is multiplied tenfold, and keeping control seems less and less likely the more damage he causes while he is in his heightened physical state.

He also holds his dietary choice as a vegan incredibly high, and often tries to enforce this personal code on others; teammates and foes alike, much to their dismay.

Myth and legend pertained to a beast of great terror long before the reign of reason and science. The gift of it's powers were given to a modern-day man of great stature and strength. A man whose heart boils with ferocity and violent urges.

Marcus Cornwall was an amateur body-builder who managed to stack on immense weight to his already 7 foot physique utilizing a strict vegan diet. This garnered a small boost to his early career, but he just couldn't cut it in any reputable competitions or weight-lifting tournaments. During a home-recording of his audition tape to a Mexican lucha franchise, he killed a man.

He claimed it was an accident, family and friends suggested they were surprised he didn't kill anyone sooner. The legal proceedings and the hard-time served followed by small fortunes in fines issued left him destitute and unhirable. But fate was kind; his actions pleased some mysterious entity that granted him power so long as he could contain it through discipline.

Today he lives his life with choices ahead of him.



1. Strength
2. Endurance
3. Agility
4. Reactiom



Monster of Legend: upon giving into the rage and violent urges that constantly festers inside of him, his body transforms in magnificent ways that he utilizes as his altered-form the 'Minotaur'. The transformation happens relatively fast with large and razor sharp horns growing from the side of his head followed by the replacement of his feet with hooves that alter his very body-structure.

Inhuman Strength;
During his modified state, his muscle mass becomes unnaturally developed. This allows him to lift above and beyond 6,000 pounds! The kinetic force distributed from his horns during a charge can uproot trees and penetrate even the toughest of metals, including some structures.

Enhanced Durability;
With the modified structure of his body comes an otherworldly change to the kind of energy it expels. The circulation of this energy to all his various muscles at once also make them highly resilient. Though not indestructible, he can take on immense amounts of damage that would kill a normal human-being.

Monstrous Roar;
This mythical transformation does not only extend to his muscles, but also to his vocal-chords. Garnering attention in crisis situations is no chore with his booming voice. And the incapacitation of lesser-foes or those not equip to withstand such a noise is not impossible either.

Incredible Sense of Smell;
Like a true predator, Minotaur can locate his prey's scent over long distances and in complicated environments. This works especially well with blood and other bodily-fluids such as urine or sweat.

Beast of Burden: not all aspects of this transformation are beneficial. Not only do these weaknesses provide misery for Minotaur in combat and things, but may also prove hazard to the well-being of allies.

Weakness to Cattle-Predators;
The natural enemies of the bull are those who can wound and stalk his herd. The inhuman energy that surges through his veins and protects him, scatters in the presence of wolves and other canine predator-like animals, including dogs and coyotes. This greatly reduces his meta-human durability against enemies with claws, and wolf-like powers.

Blinded by the Color Red;
Though not in a literal sense, once adrenaline sets in he has been known to attack allies equally as opponents if spotted wearing that miserable color.

Prone to Suggestion;
Once transformed, he has little mental-fortitude to those with the command over bulls or bull-headed people. He is even subject to this sort of manipulation when not in his meta-state to a degree.

Vegan;
Though also a life-choice, once meat has been digested inside of him, the energy dispersed to his body becomes tainted. After affliction from the flesh of animal, his powers deactivate and remain dormant until the terrible substance has passed. This means a healthy bowel-movement and possible cleansing if needed.


One custom super-costume;
This X-ray resistant suit is capable of stretching and twisting with little effort on the wearer, and feature durable tendon micro-fabrics. The boots are made from classic military-material and were guaranteed to last a life-time.

Vehicle;
During a charity event years ago, Marcus won a vintage convertible that he has desecrated by painting black and adding a bull's horn graphic slapped right on the hood. It has excellent trunk space.



During extreme fits of anger or when at combat readiness, his nostrils begin to expel literal steam. He claims it to be generated from the energy that courses through him.

As he gets angered in his transformed state, his horns will grow.

Beautiful crystalline waves crashed gracefully over the sand, receding back and forth from the ocean depths as hundreds of lotion-smeared tourists clad in various brightly-colored flower shirts paraded their families and lovers across it. They smiled and clicked their expensive cameras at each other for every reason under the famous Hawaiian sun. A popular beach to be sure. But Marcus wasn't here to revel in the sites. He had seen them many times over, though they never lost their soul-shaking beauty, he was here for another reason.

""Hey come on pal, just a quick photo holding up the kid and we'll quit bothering you. Me and the family are on vacation you know.".

Marcus was about to to decline, but the adorable tugs on his filled muscle-shirt by an even cuter child persuaded him. It surely wasn't the sun-burned father's invasive nagging that convinced him. Besides, he didn't want to look like a royal jerk in front of all the passing people who would potentially be apart of the audience in the competition he was participating in.

"Alright alright, just the one, I really am running late. I couldn't find my keys this morning and-". He was cut-off by the woman accompanying the father and child, seemingly the mother.

"You hear that honey! The big strong muscle-man is going to let you take a picture with him. Go on...".

A tiny girl, no older then 7, then leapt up on Marcus's bicep, attempting to climb him like some piece of playground equipment. He hoisted her up on his shoulders and gave a shining thumbs-up to the camera.

"No not like that" the camera-dad interjected. "Make a mean face at the camera, like you are an ape who stole a princess.".

Marcus rolled his eyes to the disgust of the now perturbed mother. Yet he did what was asked of him.

"Raaaaargghh!" he roared as he flexed his face muscles, creating a rather frightening glare towards the camera. The little girl's smile promptly changed to a frown as her face swelled with tears. He had spooked her.

  "Don't they teach you manners in whatever muscle-jockey college gym you came from bonehead?" the man holding the camera yelled, "come on honey, let's go see the aquarium instead.". Just then they turned around and headed in the opposite direction, the mother's bony hand coddling their daughter as if she was in some sort of real danger

This angered Marcus more then it normally would. He had dealt with pushy tourists before but the combination of him having misspent the last night unnecessarily drinking, and the pressure he put on himself about making it to and winning this competition were enough to rupture his nerves. He ran after the group and turned the father around with a forceful tug on the shoulder, much to the surprise of him.

"I've had a rough morning man, and the last thing this place needs is a couple nasty people like you spreading your bad attitudes around like a disease. I've got a life here. Do you know what that means?!", Marcus shook the man with a teeth-gritting snarl on his face, "It means I have to deal with ass-wads like you DAILY. Everytime you people come here expecting photos and tourist-service from locals like me it is another five minutes I have to give. IT ADDS UP MAN! My time is valuable and it's especially not free.".

Marcus felt much better. He spent nearly every waking moment on making his body hard and tough, but sometimes the ego needed a good lifting too. Sometimes he needed to say what he was feeling or it felt like he had some sort of emotional-fat to burn. And that could ruin his entire day. Though this was the case, the man took one look at his enormous and sculpted stature and took his statement another way. I suppose his aggressiveness in addition to size might have been the root of this misunderstanding.

"Not free? Fine just don't hurt us! Please just take it, honey give him your purse... I said now damnit!".

The woman shrieked and pleaded for her husband to do something about this brute who was harassing them. All the while Marcus towered there, still plastered with an angry face that grew angrier as he watched the madness unfold before him.

"Listen dude! I don't want your money, I just want you to show me some resp-".

The man interrupted again. "Not our money, well you won't be having anything else from us that's for sure pal!", he exclaimed while pulling his wife and child closer to him, "Police help! Someone help us! This man is going to KILL US!".

It was now that Marcus realized his situation had just turned sour. This ordeal had garnered the attention of numerous members of the crowd who gathered only a stone's throw away, and a number of security personnel who encompassed the event.  And it did not look to good for him. What beach security saw was a brute of strongman yelling at a small family of three... Including a child. He realized his folly too late.

"Look it's not what it looks like, I was just explaining to the man tha-".

Before he could finish yet another interruption came. This time in the form of...