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Crowdsect
by FantasyBound March 31st 2022, 1:58 am
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Crowdsect
Bio
Real Name: Elias Ekkehardt
Renegade Name: Crowdsect
Title: The pest
Alignment: True Neutral
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Modded Human, Nigerian
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown
Height: 6’ 04”
Weight: 245 lbs.
Blood type: A-
Looks
Elias has a build just a bit thinner than what would be considered average, with a very light but incredibly dense muscular system that makes itself most noticeable when he uses them or when someone registers his weight. His ribs are barely visible from his sides before separating into his not exactly impressive abs. His dark eyebrows make it very clear when he is being expressive, and he holds a lot of pride in his ability to grow a bit of facial hair as his youthful and mostly clear skin makes it hard to come across with a matured appearance with the lack of it, although he shaves the majority of it often.
He doesn’t seem to have any physical abnormalities within him other than the incredibly dense internal system with just a quick search, muscle tissue and fluids included.
More obvious physical abnormalities occur when he faces near total physical destruction. That's when things become very bizarre.
Elias holds himself a bit reclusive, when conflict is present he often follows daring acts with some hesitation. His often neutral expression leaves him looking disconnected from the events around him.
Elias’ clothing is more often than not quite stylish for just any casual outing, taking time to look good before going about his day, he also ends up with some extra funds to work with often so he can purchase nicer things to wear when out and about.
Personality
Elias has become a stoic from his lifestyle, embodying the concept of always having a choice in any situation, even if the option is simply to succumb to the adversity or to withstand and hold. He has brought this to an emotional level as he doesn’t seem to express much outward as he actually feels, it would take a lot to get him to react, and if he was that would imply he has been broken and will act as such, incredibly loose and lacking any form of control over himself. Being an almost impossible occurrence, once in a blue moon so to speak, most people's impression of him upon first seeing him is either quite serious, busy with something, or depending on what's going around like a tense or exciting situation, complete disconnection from the world around him. All of the above apply, as he is serious about what he does, he is always with a purpose when he does something being incredibly deliberate with any task he is given, and he is disconnected from what is going on around him to further be able to cope with a decision.
He will ignore things that supply more problems than not if thought about, he doesn’t exactly dive into things that he doesn’t have to, keeping to himself if he can but diving into any situation he deems to be exclusively only possible if he intervenes.
Elias is religious, believing it is probably one of the few things keeping him together, as he has figured, the more things that he can use to maintain a strong will at this point, the better.
Story
- Fireworks came alight with the intent to kill:
- “Thas what you saw first? Lights? Lotsa lights?”
“Yessir, it was like the sun was right in my hand, trailing from my palm to the floor.”
A left hand outstretched fitting the darker and younger man sitting across from an older and lighter-toned man, blonde and graying beard being carefully tucked back under his chin when his hand, rested upon his chest, came ahead to add some motion to his questions.
Elias just met this man, he was easy to talk to, he couldn’t remember the name at his point of recall.
Cutting away to his head about to impact the concrete floor, eyes held in a frozen stare as a hand pressed against the side of his head, attempting to grind it into the floor. The single light post down the street illuminated his face with the alley behind him fading into darkness, a dark figure crouching near a metal bin.
The train was brightly lit with high hanging afternoon sun as he adjusted the way he sat, motioning more with the missing right hand and the still recovered left hand, picking a cigarette from his dirtied pocket and with a shaky hand tossing it to the man across from him, both of them searching for a lighter. The older man found his first, let out a satisfied chuckle as he got it working right off the bat, tossing Elias the same lighter to help him out before it got tossed back again. Now with a bit of nicotine entering his system, Elias started the story again, top of his head and eyes covered in a bloody rag.
“Yeah, yeah. It rang in my ears, ever had that happen to you? Like a hammer when it licks steel, that sharp ringing in your ears, can’t even hear your own thoughts…”
The explosively powerful concoction connected to Elias’ skin, in the palm of his hand a golden fluid was dripped, but what they didn’t expect, his mother and her colleagues in the very small laboratory in the middle of a major city was the accident. The incredibly glow as the fluid dripped to the ground, the rapid explosion emanating seemingly slowed the world down briefly before it unleashed its power.
‘The final step’ they used to call it, used to as they couldn’t really call anything a thing anymore. Elias was the only survivor, with unconventional means of living. He was just supposed to absorb it’s power, they said it would make him the best there was, the pinnacle. Funny enough, they often liked to say ‘born again’. It sure felt like being born again, eyes, ears, mouth, and nose all gone, the only sense he had was touch, he touched what he could reach, the concrete around him, a piece of rebar he ran a finger against as he touched his wrist, unable to move anything else, he opened his palm and held it out, feeling water run across his hand from a broken pipe. The only comfort from the elbow down, everything else was numb…
No… Gone.
- I know how the urban rats lived:
- “They didn’t help you?”
Disbelief covered the face of the verbally unrestrained man back in the train, cigarette taken from his mouth and in his hand, the smell of strong smoke blown away with an open door with the clack of the train's movement leaving some relaxing white noise to keep things fluid.
“True as it will get, believe it or not, people didn’t want to help me, they thought I DID IT. Could you believe the audacity?”
This left the other man looking straight ahead in a strong gaze, bringing up the cig to his lips.
“That coulda happen… Dickheads. spit”
Fingertips scuttled across the ground, they found him.
A forearm with an eye, an ear, and a mouthlike opening, crawling about stealing food. Elias was in a constant state of starvation, so he crawled on the sides of the walls just outside, slinking within this random home in hopes to find food. Unable to vocalize he couldn’t find help and even then, who would help him? A literal disembodied arm making its way through neighborhoods and raiding pantries and dumpsters. He did prefer fresh food, and he was willing to take it. Glass sliding doors of massive grocery stores were ineffective, and the last thing he wanted was to be taken seriously. He could hear the police coming in, the sirens blaring as he dragged himself out fast, able to skitter across walls he earlier made a small opening in the back door big enough to slide through, but somebody placed a steel plater there, eyes peering from the window in shock at his presence.
“Wish you coulda just slip away? I mean, wish I coulda couple ah times.”
“Actually, after a bit, I could.”
It was when someone utilized a snaring device, tightly locked around his wrist, leaving him immobilized as they attempted to lift him off the ground, before he dropped to the ground and continued to drop, the wire trap snapping shut.
Sinking like a lead ball in soft mud, he thought something was working, as a hand swept and tried to grip his upper limb, he started to sink into the hard floor, falling through and landing below, he continued to sink from the concrete basement pad. Phasing away even deeper below the ground.
It felt dreamlike, as Elias recalled most things during that stage were very fantastical and horrific, his own little nightmare to live through. Hell and toil it was all that and much more every day for weeks.
- My mother the lioness:
- Mother was a very smart woman with some of the darkest hair he has ever seen, born with a metagenetic trait that made her eyes a very volatile orange, he found comfort in those eyes often leaving those staring into them with sharp chest pain like somebody held a knife to their backs. She was that kind of woman when it was necessary, he could recall a time when a boy beside his squeezed his juice box, causing it to burst and stain Elias’ very nice white Sunday shirt, the very cross Mrs. Ekkehardt spent a good fifteen minutes arguing with the mother teaching a child to behave better than that, thinking before they acted and bringing Elias as an example often.
Elias couldn’t say that was it, he was incredibly different then other kids, and his mother knew this as she often consoled him when he was unsure if he was brave. Kids react sharply and with little restraint, so Elias stone-faced demeanor often had an unnerving effect on those around him. They often put it as he was far too disciplined considering how his mother was often seen as the serious intellectual that she was. She and the adopted son were these ‘mechanical’ people. His mother was good though, as he decided. This all happened because she was wanting him to be better.
She was very good with chemistry and superhuman studies, it was mainly why Elias’ dad left was because she only put about 10% of her life towards a relationship, well work got the other 90 as he saw, although with the old man gone she could devote that 10% to her son, born with no superhuman abilities.
Supplements are what she called them, later in life Elias found out they were quite a bit more than that, and he never knew where she got them and he didn’t care to ask. In London, near where they lived, superhumans tended to go missing and just so happened a new batch of supplements would show up. They had the taste of pennies to them that would take a long time to wash from his mouth when he was given them twice daily, oftentimes that taste was stuck with him for a full day until his body got upset and too sick to make it to school, then it would be changed to something else and he would be back in class the next day. School was good and simple, Elias was rather exceptional at many things due to his diligence and lack of a hobby to take up his time, at least one that demanded his attention, and he lacked a lot of friends to also grab more of his attention.
“So she was good to ya? A good mum?”
“Yeah, well, mostly. Still, couldn’t have wanted more.”
“Ahahaha, not me man no no no… Mine was a drunk.”
“Aw mate that really sucks, sorry to hear.”
“Is not a big deal, I can now see she was crazy and got me into this mess I half swear I do, her and my hoar of a wife.”
The man looked out the side of the train, tossing a cigarette butt out before grabbing one from his own pack, tossing Elias one of his own. Elias responded to this by tossing his own lighter to the man after lighting his own. Then the man started up another question.
“Well now, I may be tha only one chattin away now, but how ‘bout we get asking more questions, I ain’t nearly as interesting ‘mate’. So, things kinda fizzled out between you and the ol’ bird?”
“Notta bird, and not quite. She was around for that accident, and she was gone from it too, said it was something important she wanted to witness. You know how that went.”
“... Sorry.”
“Don’t be.”
- King of nothing - loyal subject lost:
- Elias rolled his left shoulder a bit, placing his right stub against it.
“When this patched up it was rough.”
“Dislocated?”
“Yeah, dis-located. Was a bit tricky to find but everything sorted out.”
“Oh, good.”
“Yeah, it was good, made things a lot easier. Strangers treat ya better when’ye look closer to them.”
He remembered the progress, slow and burning, itchy.
He made a habit to avoid scratching his skin near where the body was regrowing. He definitely recalled meeting his new best friend.
Street begging became a new commonplace thing for Elias. He may not have had the top of his head properly grown, but he had half a torso. Setting up buckets and a blanket early in the morning, his shriveled limb outstretched to try and garner money.
The decision to switch to begging was a quick one, he would do this to gather food instead of stealing, he had the choice to live this way, and so he planned to try and at least have the dignity to avoid stealing what he needed and paying for it, requesting others to go grab it for him, if they decided to pocket the money, that was their choice.
It was well he sat by a corner, slow-burning thoughts in his head as he watched the man he handed some money to after writing that he wanted food was walking away, with two cases of beer in tow. Ignoring the waves from Elias, he continued on his way without so much as looking back. Frustrated, Elias defeatedly dropped his hand to the ground, clenched into a fist.
It was a swift motion, the bottle flying through the air as it landed on the back of the man's leg, causing him to drop his cases of beer, one of them with a resounding pop and a golden fluid spraying from the side as several cans got cracked open in an alternative manner than intended.
Elias has hit someone twice before, once when he was a teenager and another kid he found out was telling false stories about him and ruining his reputation in his school, and another time when someone struck his mother over a heated argument. This time though, he was very quick to regret his decisions. Out in public, he couldn’t do much to escape him, he needed this location and all he could do was get kicked to the ground in broad daylight, barely moving as the kick knocked the wind out of him, another several stomps damaged his hand before the man made a hurried exit as people took out their phones to record the assault, but with nothing to record, some people came to make sure Elias was okay, but they didn’t bother for long, as all he could emit was pained grunts, no English as his throat and mouth have still not fully formed.
It was late at night, bruised and bashed, Elias decided to at least leave that small spot for a few days, making his way on a three-wheeled skateboard, rolling down a back alley in small rushes before the fourth missing section came in contact and slowed him to a halt.
A large dog started snarling just down the sidewalk, and a small bark resounded, Elias, peeking from behind his headwraps saw the situation. A large bulldog wasn’t a fan of a beagle puppy that made its way too close and looked close to chewing the small sausage-like critter into a mash. The small pup was cornered and terrified, it attempted to roll over and show it’s stomach in a show of submission to ward off the larger beast. The larger dog lunged forward instead, but instead of biting into a boney and smaller animal, it had a large mouth full of air as its back leg was gripped, yanked and swung into the middle of the street it whipped its head to attempt and bite at whoever just grabbed it.
Elias was quick, he was in little position to pick a fight, hopped on his arm, and made a high-pitched hissing, hopping on his fingertips as he made himself appear bigger. The bulldog, not wanting to deal with this, turned and trotted off, as if nothing happened at all.
Elias rolled closer to the dog, holding his hand slowly and scooping the animal, barely bigger than his hand lengthwise he placed him on the board, putting a finger against his sides as he felt the ribs.
Thoughts ran through his head but it didn’t take long for him to decide on a course of action, running his fingers over the ground, he began to roll away in small scoots.
He felt like doing what he wished someone would do for him was what he wished for.
The dog was fed, and once fed, rarely left his side for some time. Through some of the rougher events that have taken place, Elias could rely on his new friend to give him a moment of peace.
The eyes of a dog, when it has shown appreciation of who they want to be their owner, can usually only be described as a love for them, an understanding and an expectancy that with the presence of this person they would be alright. Elias found this feeling empowering, someone wanted him around at least, and they did not care if he was all but barely half a man, they treated him like he was the only whole one around.
“So what happened?”
“He didn’t make it through the whole trip.”
He pressed the piece of skin to the lips of the barely breathing dog, blood running down his arm from the wound he inflicted on himself.
Yasf, as he named the dog, was barely alive as he stared straight ahead. Elias was carrying him for a good couple of days now, and they have yet to find something to eat, at least for Yasf. For the past while, nothing would work, everything the dog ate he threw up nearly immediately, and without any ability to locate a single person out on American soil.
The dog wouldn’t take, it was a desperate attempt from Elias, but one he wished to attempt. Maybe he just needed to eat meat, and if any meat, then Elias’ would work.
Desperate, he lay prone on the ground, supported by barely generated legs and pressed his cleaved arms to the muzzle of the dog.
Yasf refused, tilting his head upwards and away, not even licking his bloodied face.
Elias, defiant, placed a finger in the mouth of the dog, planning to open the jaw and force him to eat.
Ineffective, as when he drew his hand up, he felt no air brush over his hands. Yasf was no longer breathing.
This took a while for Elias to really process, his only and best friend up to this point in his life of two months has died from a simple navigation error, and even on his deathbed refused to live if it meant consuming the one he respected.
A grave was dug, and Elias continued on his way after a day, gently placing the body in the hole well resting beside it, as he waited to see if Yasf would get up one more time and they would continue like before, but that was not the case and would not be the case.
Elias didn’t think he would get so emotional over a dog, but his heavy and sharp breaths showed otherwise, barely generated face still muttering and allowing escaped groans of internal pain to leave him.
“He showed me a lot though, so I think our time together was good.”
"I get you man, I-I really do, connect with your story. I lost a lo-"
"No. Actually, you don't understand."
"What? Excuse me?"
"No, you don't know anything about what it's like to have to deal with what I did, and it is ignorant to even suggest."
"Now listen pal we were getting alone just fine a bit ago here and you have to go sour the mood with a childish rant like this!"
A rapid leap was made, the mans head pressed against the back of the car. He muffled a short shout as he looked fearful into Elias' eyes, struggling to remove him. Being shook with each word Elias made violently slamming the back of his head against the car.
"Mate I been fragile, Fclank-RClank-AClank-GCLANK-LCLANK-ECRACK."
Elias leaned forward, pressing his forehead on the back beside the man, who was incapable of moving much more then a struggle, both became deathly still as Elias whispered.
"I'm sorry, my will been tested a hundred times just the past day man, I deserve to be able to lash out sometimes. You don't know how unfair it feels to be unable to really say ANYTHING about myself."
Elias' fingers moved gently over his subject's neck.
"I shouldn't let you live, but I will. Don't you forget that."
Elias shoved off the man, flying backward off the train through the open door, leaving his lighter sitting in the middle of the floor as he rolled into a ditch with a hard tumble in a blur of green. Leaving Finn to slump onto the ground, trying to breathe and figure out what just happened, fingers lightly touching the tender flesh around his neck.
- I am the scapegoat, wall and highway:
- It wasn't even a month with a full body before Elias found a new place to stay, finding a way to get income through a job at a gas station with a fairly solid resume and the ability to finally sort out a place to live in the meantime, well nothing was like it was before and he still couldn't quite find himself enjoying a day, at least things were much easier than before. He could eat and he could sleep, two things that seldom came easy ever since the accident.
But now his head filled with ideas, seeing those who survived tragedy often getting support to have things turn out alright for them. Elias figured what he has been through is literally unimaginable for any other human short of maybe a metahuman or two, and even then they wouldn't have likely ended up in the situation he did. What he has gone through is uncountable, the amount of times flares of pain shocked him, the number of times people looked down on him and the number of people who held his name in there mouths to return foul unnecessities to someone with their head pressed to the ground.
That's where he was now.
She wasn't hurt bad, he made sure he dove in front of her before the first punch landed, absorbing most of the shock as he crashed atop of her after being struck by none other than himself.
He never knew his eyes could look so hateful, always viewing himself as a peaceful man, watching himself perform violent acts out of what, greed, maybe lust. He didn't care to figure out more, other than the rapid sense of shock that appeared on the face of his replicant. The other version of himself pulled a shaky hand up, intoxicated and waving his finger as to scold a child.
"Aw now I'm seeing things."
It was near instant to the human perspective, dropped over top of Elias, and slammed his head into the pavement ground, a soft crunch heard from beneath his hand, blood barely dripping from his superhumanly durable jaw of Elias.
His gripped the side of his head, pulling it up, he began repeatedly planting it back to the ground, the ground chipping away beneath the immense strength as hit sounded like a hammer impacting a wooden block against the ground.
'Tok, tok, tok, tak, crack, clack, SCRUNCH!'
The attack was hindered as a body impacted the side of the replicant, the small woman tried her best to distract him but with little physical effect, unmoved, he turned his head around to look towards her. Stretching at an inhuman degree to look, his mouth opened up to say something sharp and harsh, as would the rapid exhale followed by a shout would suggest.
Fingers of his left hand grabbed into the jaw of the replicant, Elias yanking and dislocating the jaw, sending his version into the ground. The other reached his hand out and slammed Elias in the ear, Elias responded quickly by getting to his knees and bringing his replica with him, moving towards a wall he attempted to slam him into it, a crack forming on the concrete surface and with a gasp, the clone was winded.
The clone was quick to act, grabbing a long broken piece of a metal folding chair he impaled the side of Elias, starting to draw blood as the makeshift spear cleared to the opposite side of Elias' body. The clone grabbed each opposite bloodied sides of the spear, grabbing and charging towards a glass storefront just down the street a small ways, Elias' hands shot up and gripped into his opponent's eyes, who continued to drunkenly shout as he stumbled through the glass, both collapsed on the floor.
They struggled down there, blows landing left, right, and center. The replicant came into contact with some pens, to which he attempted to jab them into his original, only resulting in a single successful strike landing a pen in the ear of Elias. Elias screamed as he looked up, already regretting his decision.
He saw a man attempt to attack a woman, and of course, the man seemed to be a metahuman, the woman unable to fend against him as she attempted to strike him with her mouth held shut. Elias looked at her and noticed she saw him, that look someone gives before they die, asking for help in such a wordless but infinitely meaningful way was something. Elias chose to lose more, this guy's strength and durability were serious and if some regular officer came by, he would be easily killed as well, and then who knows how long this clone of his would go killing people who aggravated him.
That left Elias, who knew for a fact that he would be able to survive. Likely nothing this guy could do would be capable of inflicting the same amount of physical trauma Elias has dealt with, and that means he was the only person available able to be responsible.
As much as he wanted to live for himself, he couldn't.
Police came by only minutes later, finding a burning trail of alcohol, several destroyed bottles and a trail of human remains leading up to a rooftop, the trail carried on for several blocks before ending in a charred bone fragment.
Priority
-Physical-
1. Endurance
2. Agility
3. Strength
4. Reaction
-Mental-
1. Willpower
2. Awareness
3. Intelligence
4. Empathy
Powers
Cockroach Man
Elias has several sub-powers that organize under this single category. Granted over time through careful experimentation and metagene supplements from former villainess Dr. Rayandel Ekkehardt, his adoptive mother, he has achieved a level of survivability that when also considering his enhanced condition, makes him one of the most dangerous people alive... Given several decades of passive growth or several years of intensive near-death experiences.
Improved attribute I - Enhanced Strength
Elias' muscle fibers are incredibly dense and seem to be able to generate much more force than they should, which can be attributed to a very limited -tactile-telekinetic field. This allows him the ability to lift and support incredible weight well also applying a lot of force behind his strikes with some bizarre use of subconscious gravikenetics. Elias can bend thin steel sheets like they are made of modeling clay, able to mold it with his hands, his striking force although is a bit less powerful, able to punch through such a structure like strong cardboard, sometimes not even succeeding at breaking the surface. Elias can, well moving, lift a bench with two people sitting on it over his head and maintain a walking pace with his enhanced lifting strength, if immobile though he could support a large pickup truck.
Improved attribute II - Enhanced Speed
Small telekinetic energy influences work around Elias, allowing his body to move with incredible grace and speed. Elias can easily run 25 mph, although his speed is stuck at about that level unless he sprints in a straight line, able to travel double that speed. He can maintain his regular accuracy even well moving at his normal running speed, every piece of him capable of traveling at that level. This is combined with a slightly beyond peak human level of flexibility, nothing more then what a very well trained human could do though.
Improved attribute III - Enhanced Stamina
Elias' main gimmick is his incredible survivability, his skin acting like a tough carapace, and his internal organs operating in such a manner to prevent him from easily exhausting. Elias could well survive a year without food or water, but doing so is incredibly taxing. Oxygen is almost non-existent as he can last several days before needing to breathe. His need for sleep is reduced to only minutes every 24 hours, and his ability to work hard is greatly increased, able to maintain a hard sprint for hours before tiring.
His body is incredibly durable as well, most small caliber gunfire won't even break his skin and only leave small cracks over it(he doesn't bruise as easily as he cracks). Bladed weapons are very ineffective, well bludgeoning effects are likely to work just as well. Externally he is very tough, but internally only his bones maintain his high durability.
Improved attribute IV - Enhanced Accuracy
Elias has his senses augmented, plus hair that reacts like telepathic and telekinetic detectors, as long as he has any hair on his head he can accurately tell more about the environment around him. Elias can tell subconsciously if something threatening is moving nearby, allowing him to quickly react and counter out whatever may be the cause of his internal alarm going off. In addition to this Elias has all-around much more enhanced senses, with smell and taste being especially high able to tell separate ingredients in a soup down to the broth and how much was used.
Paranormal gift I - Affliction immunity
Elias was never meant to be hindered by things around him, and with the scientific push breaking past his own limit he is almost certainly unkillable. Elias can survive lacking any organ in his body. Without lungs he seemingly can still breathe, without a stomach he can digest food, and without a brain, he can think. Elias is immune to most common poisons and diseases and attempts to hinder him by damaging his insides prove pointless as it continues to act according to how he wishes. Pain is dulled, but not negated due to this ability.
Paranormal gift II - Regenerative recovery
Elias had this ability given, not originally in his powerset this was grafted on by several other supers with abilities associated with this one. This allows him to surely, but slowly, recover from any damage he may be afflicted with to an incredible degree. His most extreme example was recovering from a hand after a little longer than four months. It's found even abilities meant to counter healing do not work, as it is a near-atomic level of ability to grow back from almost nothing, although at his super sluggish rate.
Paranormal gift III - Phase 1/4
A cockroach has the ability to compress their bodies to make them harder to crush and able to sneak under very hard-to-pass areas. This ability has been so incredibly specified in Elias, he can perform the impossible task of squeezing between the bonds of an object. Although regarding defensive abilities, attempts to phase through attacks are pointless as he just becomes 'softer', but what he can do is resolidify against the surface of an object, making himself and whatever he is in direct contact with(clothing) become bonded to the object. Allowing him to scale walls easily and if given a few seconds, slip through them.
Paranormal gift IV - Replicative growth
Whenever Elias is torn to pieces, at least until a limb is lost, another version of him will grow from that in a couple of days given it has enough food to grow. Afterward, he has an exact replica of himself that has the exact same thought process and memories up to when he was detonated by the bizarre essence.
Weaknesses
Anti-moth
His eyes are quite sensitive to sudden changes of light, when an effect is meant to blind him it would easily take 1.5x the regular time to recover if it is temporary.
Bugman
Elias is prone to suffering acidic burns and even paralysis when coming into contact with specific roach based insecticides.
Nearly immortal
Elias requires food to regrow, if he is in such a form that he cannot acquire nutrients then he will surely die.
Only one original
Clones are incapable of regenerating and die shortly after being fatally wounded, and they have a free mind of their own meaning they can be persuaded to work against the original. The slow process of making them means not many are at his own disposal, a larger number being harder to feed, and with how many he may have, probably unable to properly arm and clothe them.
Odd function telepathy
The telepathic nature of his detection from his hair means people immune to psionic abilities will be unable to be detected by Elias.
Samson effect
His hair grows back to its original length rapidly(several days), but when shaved off of his head he loses the ability to use his danger sense from his enhanced accuracy.
Identifiable
Clones are born bald and take a regular amount of time to grow hair, so it is quite easy to spot a clone from the original just by seeing if they are bald or not.
Being bald, clones also often lack the danger sense ability.
Sole protector law
Elias feels required to do anything that may be too dangerous for a normal person, which can be used against him through careful wording.
Items
Very basic clothing, he rarely has enough money for anything much.
He is in possession of a modified bus that he lives in.
Fluff
Elias is a massive fan of omelats.
I am burnt out.
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