Re: Ban

by **Bandit** February 22nd 2013, 9:59 pm

Ban
"Me am responsible pet owner."

Basic Biography

Real Name: Unknown
Renegade/Hero/Villain Name: Ban
Title: Responsible Pet Owner
Alignment: True Neutral
Age: Unknown
Gender: Appears Male
Race: Unknown
Hair: Greyed
Eyes: Pearl White
Height: 8'8
Weight: 617lbs
Blood type: Unknown

The Looks

Ban's skin appears mottled and grey. His flesh folds and angles at strange points and dark cracks splatter alongside his spine. His mountain of a body would be fit to call home any fairy tale bout ogres and giants. The behemoth stares with milky white eyes, sunken deep into the back of his cavernous skull. Dry and broken lips do little to cover his gnashing teeth, freezing his face in an eternal and hideous scowl. Wisps of greyed hair hang loosely from his otherwise barren scalp. Ban cares very little for fashion, instead opting to wear whatever hides his vast bulk. This could range from large trench coats, ponchos or even maternity clothing. There's nothing as terrifying or as confusing as this monster charging at you wearing a moo-moo. Ban owns one pair of brown pants. They fit him nicely. He likes them.

The Legacy

Personality:
Ban is not the most complex of souls on earth. Nor the brightest. The monster is surprisingly easy to get along with when he's not under attack by the police/military/heroes/etc. Sadly his narrow view of the world, unfortunate temper and snap judgements of people and things have led to a bitter at best, hateful at worst relationship with human beings. Things that hurt Ban, attack Ban and fear Ban, Ban do not care for. With precious little in the ways of exceptions, Ban regards most with hostility.
History:
There are some events in the history of the world that are very hard to explain. How one pool of DNA and sludge turned into life. How the platypus evolved. Why Kidz Bop is a thing. Such an event occurred silently and without notice sometime after humans scurried across the globe and became the dominant species. The world gave birth to a thing. Said thing began life with no sense of self, no goal and no destiny. A literal force of nature. How long the thing wandered it could not say, as it had no sense of time. It simply was. Over the course of history it silently observed the world. Observed mankind. Perhaps that's what formed its appearance. Surely it would have been a rhino if rhinos were the dominant species on earth at the time, but as it was, the thing ran into man far more than rhinos. The confrontations were brief and usually ended the same way. Mankind would either flee or try to destroy it. Stupid humans. Humans - the thing had learned the world. In several languages in fact, but as it traveled it could only keep one language in mind at a time. It wasn't a fast learner and there wasn't much room in its mind. Mind - it had a mind! Slowly but surely a consciousness began to creep into his head. He - his form was male. Centuries past and he slowly learned the ways of the world. Hide from humans. Pass the time. Hide from humans. Pass the time. If only he had a purpose. What was he made for? These kind of questions still hurt his head, so he didn't think about it much.

Before you know it, Los Angeles happened. Cars were annoying; loud and fast metal things that mad nasty smelling smoke. Music has just gotten loud and obtrusive. He liked older. softer music. It was harder to hide now. Spotlights, smart phones and GPS...things he never took the time to fully understand, but knew they meant trouble for secrecy. It was getting harder and harder to obtain the meek things he wanted in life. Cloths that fit. A place to sleep. Hamburgers. He loves hamburgers. And in fact he was very close to pulling up roots and leaving this urban jungle, when he came across a burglary in process in the outer boonies of LA. This entire neighborhood was dilapidated. The police don't come around here much, which is why he preferred it. A man had rushed out with a bag filled with heavy things and was making his getaway. The man ran right into the creature and, shrieking something horrible, opened fire with his gun. This was seconds before he was condensed into a small ball-like shape quite forcefully and thrown into Mexico. Someone's going to step into a nasty surprise down there.

Out of sheer curiosity, he stepped inside the small house. There in the corner, the frail body of an elderly woman lay crumpled. She was bleeding out. He almost turned to go before a soft mewing caught his attention. There next to the woman was a small kitten. It couldn't have been more than a few months old. What made him creep closer, he'll never know. The woman heard his less than stealthy approach.

"I...I heard the screaming...and gunfire...did you stop him...?"

His nostrils flared in preparation for her reaction of his body. It never came. The woman was blind. He was silent a moment before kneeling down.

"Me stop him."

The dying woman smiled and motioned to the kitten next to her, mewing incessantly.

"Be a dear...take care of bandit for me...I know I'm asking too much...but..."

She couldn't speak another word. The light had left her eyes and her body was now the earth's to reclaim.

A short time later, the neighborhood began to spread rumors of a monster living in the house at the end of the block. A monster who would every once in awhile rampage through Los Angeles causing mayhem wherever he went...and always bringing back a bag of litter and a bag of cat food. As long as they didn't bother him, he didn't seem to bother them. In fact, crime was way down around that block. The neighborhood's practiced don't ask, don't tell policy was paying off. The very brave who have spoken with the monster report back that he calls himself "Ban". After his cat, Bandit. Confusing, but hey. This was Los Angeles. Weirder things have happened.

The Powers

Power 1: Immortality. As a force of nature, Bane does not age. While he can be killed, he will never grow old or die.

Power 2: Healing Factor. Ban can recover from even fatal wounds relatively easily.

Power 3: High Superhuman Strength. Ban is a juggernaut; a nearly unstoppable force of strength. Such displays of might are, fortunately, usually only seen while "shopping" for his cat.

Power 4: High Superhuman. The strong break against him like waves on a rock. The strongest struggle to put a dent in his hide.

Grid
Intelligence: 1
Occult:
Strength: 8
Speed: 3
Durability: 8
Ability: 8
Fighting Skills: 2
Magic:
Spells:
Flight:
Wealth: 1

by **Forceaus** February 22nd 2013, 10:04 pm

Starter apps cannot have any stat start above an 8.

by **Bandit** February 22nd 2013, 10:06 pm

Fixed!

by **Forceaus** February 22nd 2013, 10:08 pm

Approved until stated otherwise

by **Forceaus** February 23rd 2013, 2:41 pm

Unapproved for edits

by **Bandit** February 23rd 2013, 11:56 pm

Edit finished.

by **Chellizard** February 24th 2013, 10:26 am

Reapproved and moved.

by **Forceaus** March 5th 2013, 7:46 pm

Trashed upon request

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