Simon Eckhart

Real Name: Simon Eckhart
Super Hero/Villain/Renegade/etc Name: Tends to use the alias "Smother".
Title: People tend to call him "Smokey".
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Human (Caucasian)
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Gray
Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 154 lbs

Costume Description: Simon does not wear a costume. Rather, he has a varied wardrobe of "typical" clothes. His clothes are mostly casual but sometimes tend to be a little on the flashy side. He is fond of accessories such as sunglasses, rings and bracelets. His favorite outfit includes jeans, a vest, a white shirt and a tie.

Personality: Simon is easy-going and laid back to the point of being lazy. Despite this, he can be somewhat flamboyant and sarcastically dramatic at times, even coming up with a "street alias". To others, he is a bit reserved but polite, at times excessively so and is well-spoken. He has a dislike for the law and any structure and can be uncooperative and defiant but due to his laziness, he will more often surrender than put up much of a fight.

First and foremost, he puts himself first before others. It is not below him to betray a group, a stranger or even a friend if it means he would benefit from doing so. He shys away from fighting and would prefer to simply disengage or run away if he does not stand much of a chance. While such a trait could be considered cowardice, to Simon, it is merely "self preservation". He has a personal "moral compass" that he follows and acts accordingly to. He will do what he feels is right or wrong and not what people tell him or believe he should do.

History: Simon's early childhood was, more or less, average. His father was a cop and his mother was a receptionist at a law firm, quitting when he was born. At the age of five, his father was killed on the job and his mother went back to work. As a result, Simon was shuffled between baby sitters.

In the late years of junior high school, Simon noticed a change was happening to him. Randomly, he would cough up wisps of smoke on rare occassions, and at other times, he would be short of breath for no apparant reason. As his mother, along with her boyfriend, were smokers, Simon disregarded it and considered it an effect from being around two chain-smokers. For a time, everything was fairly normal.

Simon progressed onto high school, but dropped out on his last year when he made a startling discovery: he would cough up smoke more and more frequently. It occured to him that he seemed to be producing the smoke and that it was coming out whenever he coughed or exhaled. Terrified, Simon dropped out of high school, never went to college and ran away from home, taking to the streets.

After a brief stint with a small-time gang, Simon learned to not to place too much trust in others and began to bear a distrust for the law. He strayed away from the gang after a falling out, and instead, turned to something that was less of a risk and more lucrative: theft. Simon began to break (or in some cases, sneak) into stores or home after dark and make away with whatever valuables he could find or carry. It has proven to be a safe course of action and one where he could make a living off of: Simon continues to be a thief to this day. However, being on the wrong side of the law, he was bound to be confronted by the police eventually. During one particular instance, Simon found out that his unusual condition is helpful for evading the law, creating a smokescreen, under the cover of which, he would run away. Since then, he has become less hesitant to use his "power" to further his own ends.

Powers: Due to a genetic mutation, Simon's lungs don't perform the biological process of respiration as other humans do. He still takes in oxygen but his lungs do not create the standard waste product, carbon dixoide. Rather, his lungs create a black gaseous substance that is identical to smoke. As he is constantly undergoing respiration, smoke is constantly escaping from his nostrils and his mouth, making it difficult to blend in or conceal. This smoke appears to have no side effect on Simon. Using this power, Simon can exhale a plume of smoke that serves as a smokescreen: it obscures vision and makes breathing difficult, enabling him to run away, sneak by or make a sneak attack.

Power Grid:
STR: 1
SPD: 2
END: 2
INT: 3
EP: 3
FS: 1

Character Image/Description:

Simon is thin and lanky, with sharp features and a messy mop of hair. He is rather average looking and, frankly, forgettable. He has no distinguishing marks, such as birth marks or tattoos, save for an earring in each ear.

Roleplay Sample:

He should've known it was a trap. Everything was too perfect, too irresistable, too easy. He shouldn't have been surprised when the police had burst into the condo. He was fortunate it was night time and that the lights were still out or they would've seen him hiding behind the couch. Flashlight beams swept by frantically.

"Come on out, freak," spoke a police officer. "We know you're in here!"

He turned to look for something, anything, that would help. There was an end table with a vase atop it to his left and the large windows of the apartment were behind him, letting in the small amount of moonlight and light from the surrounding buildings. He figured he could try jumping out the window but it was a long way down, and he didn't relish the thought of dying. He turned to the end table and began to slowly crawl towards it. Once there, he kicked it with one foot. The vase crashed and shattered when it hit the floor and instantly all the flash lights were on the area at once. He had to scramble along the side of the couch to remain undetected.

"Give us one reason," the officer spoke up again. "Just one reason and we'll shoot you dead."

The sound of footsteps. A few officers were by the downed table and vase. Others were searching other areas of the apartment. One last officer was by the kicked-in door. It was now or never, he told himself.

He took in a breath, the deepest breath his lungs would afford. Once filled, he stood slowly, positioning his head over the arm of the couch, facing the doorway and exhaled. A jet of black, swirling gas spewed from his mouth and filled the air. The cops began to cough and choke. With luck, it filled up the air in the apartment. A smokescreen!

"Smoke!" one of them shouted.

"Goddammit!"

"Open fire! Open fire!"

Gunshots rang out in the murk, hitting walls, furniture, the floors. Debris, dust and feathers from cushions were all kicked up into the air alongside the smog.

"Hold your fire! Hold your damn fire!" shouted the cop who had spoken up before.

The gun shots quieted and nobody moved. They were listening for their prey but heard only silence. When the smoke cleared, they checked the entire condo. Simon was nowhere to be seen.

This is a great application, nice job on it. I like seeing ones like this.

I'm assuming you know that you're allowed twenty-two points on the grid and just chose to be weaker; not a problem. However I think you should raise your FS to at least a 3, otherwise you will have pretty much no combat ability.

I'd say you're ready for approval, just get back to me on your grid and I will make you one. Then you'll be moved to the approved section.

Trashing due to inactivity. If you come back I can simply move the application back.