Redrick The Immortal

Real Name: Redrick
Super Hero/Villain/Renegade/etc Name: Redrick
Title: Redrick The Immortal
Alignment: Hero
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown
Height: 5'11
Weight: 210

Costume Description/Image: None.

Personality: Redrick personality could be described as a Martyr and a Justicatar, standing up for what he thinks is right, and making those he stands up to pay for it. He considers himself one of the good guys but is more likely to stick up for a particular person then any one ideal.

History: Redrick was born in Brooklyn in an impoverished family. He was no different then anyone else, other than his willingness to stand up for his friends. He protected the weak from bullies, not with his strength but with his willingness to simply take their beatings for them. All that stood behind him were untouchable for Redrick would always stand between them and those that meant them harm, and Redrick was fine with that, each hit he took was one that the others were saved from. But these things only mattered to children in their own little world. It all ended one day when one of the bullies grew to mean, grew to cruel. It was a small kid that some group had cornered in a dark ally. Redrick stalked forth his signature grimace on his face. The bullies saw him coming but kept the beating on the smaller kid. Redrick pulled on of the kids off him, but before he could get the other, he felt a sharp jab at his side, he ignored it and felt another like jab, and for some reason he strength failed him and the world became hazy, the last thing he knew was looking down at his side and seeing it stained crimson. But Redricks tale wasn't quite done. A local priest who had seen Redricks deeds can to him as the boys left his bleeding body. Redrick isn't sure what he did. But he remembers the words clearly. "Your time is not yet though, continue to stand in front of those who can not stand for themselves, and may your every wound be your enemies as well." From that day onward Redrick's already strong endurance has become the stuff of legends and he uses his new found power as best he can to protect those he considers friends.

Powers: Redricks only abilities other than his supernatural durability is the power of retribution. Any wound caused to him is also caused to the aggressors as if they had done it to themselves. So any hit they inflict upon him must also be weathered themselves. A thug that shoots him would watch his bullet bounce off his supernaturally tough body but receive a wound as if he himself had be shot. Though a man that is also immune to bullets would suffer no such effect.

Power Grid:
STR: 3
SPD: 3
END: 6
INT: 3
EP: 6
FS: 1

Power Grid colours: Steel and black.

Character Image/Description: Redrick has very few features of note, His shoulders sit very broad on him, and his looks are rugged at best, scarred at worst as he bears the marks of the many wounds he's suffered. Generally nursing some recent wound or injury he's often found with some sort of bandage on. Other than that he favors greys, whites and normally some sort of trench coat, with a soft spot for particularly fine black ones.

Roleplay Sample: "Put the money in the bag and leave it on the counter!" The crook shouted as his hand shook as he held the gun. Redrick sat patiently with the other unlucky shoppers as the convenience store they were in was robbed. Redrick wasn't about to jump up suddenly for fear of a twitchy gunman, and would simply let this incident pass over without interference provided nothing extreme happened. Alas that was not the case, as the robber took the cash he turned to the group of people and brandished his gun at a young woman. "You! Your coming with me!" He demanded as his hand shook even more from nerves. "Well... So much for my day." Redrick said as he lumbered to his feet. "Did I tell you to get up!" The man shouted as his gun swung towards Redrick, Redrick met him halfway with his hand and took it in his iron grip and kept the gun pointed toward him. "She's not going anywhere punk." He said matter of factly. "Let go!" He shouted as he began to struggle briefly before a shot rang out though out the store, gasps escaped the mouths of the remaining customers. Redrick sighed as he looked down at the hole in his shirt, a small lump of lead pressed flat against his check, and with a strange look on his face his shooter went pale as he looked down at his now bleeding chest. "Could of just walked away kid." Redrick said as he released him to the ground. "Could of walked away." He murmured as stalked out of the store after slamming change on the counter down for the drink he had.

I dislike that this character is basically the ultimate anti-glass cannon. This power basically allows him to auto hit and kill any glass cannon that would hit him, as well as the fact that he isn't that susceptible to the damage

Troll trashed.