Hound

Real Name: Conner O'Brian
Super Hero/Villain/Renegade/etc Name: While is actions are often good, he is not a costumed vigilante.
Title: Hound
Alignment: Neutral Good
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Hair: Chocolate Brown
Eyes: Bright blue
Height: 5'11
Weight: 170

Costume Description/Image and Character Image/Description:
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At first, or even second glance, he appears wild and savage. With long uncombed haired, and a rather impressive manly beard. He gives off an impression of a beast, a man ready to go wild. His clothes are dirty rags, barely holding together. It's hard to tell if his first stop after returning to society should be a barber, a bath house, or a tailor.

Personality:
After years of solitude and silence, Hound is now out of practice speaking, and despite his higher than average intelligence, he tends to speak rather simply. Hound is a vigilant protector of those he consider his friends, or family, his "pack" if you will. Though wary of new meetings, Hound is a quick judge of character and warms up quickly to those who mean well. He is not out to save the world, he is just trying to help those in arms reach.

His biggest social "no-no" is he tends to smell people... It's polite to animals.

History:
Conner lead a rather unremarkable life in a small town in British Columbia until his final year of high school, after completing his final exam, he simply left the school building and walked off into the nearby woods with out saying a single word to anyone. His friends, family, and the police searched to no avail. Only his kid sister, ten at the time, knew the truth. For months Conner's senses had begun to sharpen, and then, it happened. A week before his final exams he was out, in the woods, drinking illegally with his friends and in a drunken stupor broke his leg. His friends immediately ran off for aid, but when help came, Conner was passed out, sleeping off the booze, his leg perfectly fine.

Their parents rationed that the boys were confused by the alcohol and dropped the subject. Conner however knew the truth and proceeded to test his new found ability. He tried stabbing himself, breaking bones, electrocution, falling off roofs.

It all ended the same. It Hurt. Badly I might add. But only for a few minutes. It wasn't like the comics, it wasn't a few seconds and it was back to normal, but the healing was visible to the naked eye. He learned much in his experiments, mostly that the more he needed to heal, the greater amount of calories he needed to ingest. He also found the more he experienced pain, the more he learned to bare it. Though by bare, I only mean not pass out. No matter how many times you stab or burn your self, it still hurts the same.

His sister caught him during on of these experiments, and he made her promise not to tell anyone. She asked if he would be a super hero like on TV. Conner couldn't answer her, just because someone can heal, doesn't mean he can fight crime. He told her he had to go learn the true extent of his powers and abilities before he could try and be a hero.

Conner went into the woods to test himself, his abilities and find out what kind of person he could become.

While in the wild, Conner learned more than he ever dreamed. He traveled north, surviving by hunting, foraging berries, and wild plants. Thanks to his healing factor he was able to learn the do's and don'ts of nature, that took humans thousands of years of dying, which today, sadly, most have now forgotten.

After nearly seven years of honing his skills at tracking prey, erasing his presence, moving as silent as the night, and fighting hundreds of bears, wolves, badgers, a few dozen big feet, and one particularly rude, sexually deprived, and vicious bunny, he finally decided, he was ready.

Calling himself Hound, he began to long march back to society, sporting a rather fetching Rabbit skin hat.

Powers:
2 Points for Super Senses: His vision is above average, allowing him the ability to read even the fine print on an eye exam sheet at the usual testing distance. He has improved hearing which allows him to hear things such as dog whistles. Lastly his nose allows him to track prey like a trained blood hound, thus giving him his name "Hound"
4 Points for Healing Factor: It's a healing factor, could a mod please give me an idea of how fast a level 4 healing factor heals please?


Power Grid:
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Roleplay Sample:

Hound stood at the fringes of the woods, ahead of him was a snow covered steep slope leading down to a small village nestled at the foot of the Rocky Mountains. It was this small town, Hound planned to rejoin society, hopefully there was a local homeless shelter he would be able to obtain new clothes.

He looked down at himself, rags and animal skins was all he wore now, besides a thick coating of dirt. It was odd, after seven years Hound found himself scared to return to the human world. All alone, in the thick bush, no one to talk to except the trees and the squirrels... Perhaps Hound had gone insane?

Hell, he had changed his name from Conner to Hound and spent seven years in the woods, that sounds crazy no matter how you spin it. Would he be accepted if he returned? Could he return?

The thought of sleeping in a bed terrified him more than running into a bear. Could he really survive being trapped inside a building with out stars above, and four walls all around?

Hound realized he had been holding his breath now for several minutes staring down at the town and forced himself to breath. He had yet to test if his healing factor could repair brain damage, and he was not eager to tempt it.

He closed his eyes, he could see his little sister, Katie, playing in her room, begging Conner to play dolls with her. Hound opened his eyes, he had to return, he made a promise seven years ago. He had to keep it. He took a deep breath and stepped out off the under brush.

For the first time in ages he stood out in the open, it was a clear day, the sky was a brilliant blue, and the snow crunched beneath his fur covered feet. He exhaled and began to walk. As he crept closer to society the smells began to fill his nostrils, garbage only man could create, diesel fumes, artificial scented candles, and thousands of other smells began to waft his way.

Hound began to feel stick to his stomach, he missed the smell of pine trees and sap already. He swallowed hard and pressed on, taking his first step on paved ground in years he was met with queer looks. Everyone on the streets stopped, they had seen homeless before, but not like this. A man covered in animal furs, a massive beard, and hair down past his shoulders, still full of leaves, twigs, and dirt.

A few woman scooped up their children and made mad dashes to the nearest stores. Some teenagers began to point and laugh.

A short, round, balding man dressed as a Reverend was the only one to approach Hound, he opened his arm as if ready to hug him, "My good man, are you alright? You look like you could use a hot bath and a warm meal. Would you like to come with me? I run the local soup kitchen, and I'm sure we can help you out."

Much to Hound's shock, this was exactly what he was looking forward. He expected a much harder time, but this man seemed eager to help. Hound wanted to express his gratitude but all he could manage was a grunt and a nod. Words were a lot harder than he remembered, he thought as he was lead away.

The 4 healing factor would allow to heal injuries in four posts, and heal major injuries, like losing a limb taking a blast that goes in one side and out the other, in five minutes.

Unless someone has a problem with that I say approved.

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