Mark Hayes

Real Name: Mark Hayes
Super Hero/Villain/Renegade/etc Name: Saw
Title: The crippler
Alignment: To his own brand of vigilantism.
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Hair: Black
Eyes: Blue
Height: 5.8ft
Weight: 135 lbs

Costume Description/Image: The uniform that Mark wears is used for two purposes, one is to hide his identity while the other is the hold objects which will be described more so in his abilities. The first layer of clothing is a sleeveless shirt that covers up the chest and the smallest fraction of the shoulders, capped by loose collar that can be raised if needed to be a facemask that wraps just over the nose. For trousers his garments are dyed black and loose to not inhibit movement of make it extremely uncomfortable either, these trousers are loose instead of skin tight as they compose of two pockets for storing small scale objects with ease. The second layer of clothing is usually worn before commence battle, the second layer is simply an overcoat that composes of pockets on the inside, dyed a very dark shade of blue it falls down to the knee level separated by only a slit protruding upwards that falls short of the hips, this is simply to not prohibit leg movement.

Personality:
Mark is a man that has been shaped by the world that he inhabits, he is not withdrawn from society but nor does he accept the most worst points of it. In the world on the outside Mark plays a character to not link anyone to his persona out of fear of people turning their hatred towards him along with branding his brand of vigilantism as a noose around his throat. To cap his persona off he has managed to procure a job as a carpenter, making furniture out of wood by slicing and drilling it to his will, in short perfect to get ahead on schedule showing to himself that he knows how to use his powers wisely on the outside world as well as it’s dark corners, this bestows him with a sense of confidence in his own abilities as an individual and person. Overall his outside persona could easily be said to be a young, wise cracking individual that is a little bit naive in the world and the people around him, someone that will willingly follow what the general majority wants out of fear of being different.

On the difference road of his life however, when he dons his mask and becomes the vigilantly known as ‘saw’ his persona completely changes, going after the criminals the he has seen in action or who he knows plans to perpetrate some sort of atrocity on human kind. Instead of the joking, kind hearted and even passive in most cases to not draw attention to himself, the reverse effect happens when the mask is donned from the world. Taking the law into his own hands he goes out to ruthlessly decimate people who can’t operate peacefully in the world, not to say that he’s a ruthless sadistic judge, instead Saw see’s himself more as a dealer of punishments that the world didn’t have the soul to make, such as cutting off a limb of rapist who got off free due to an excellent lawyer or roughing up an individual that’s been making threats on another. Simple but logical yet Mark only reserves the ultimate punishment, death for those of the highest conclusion of evil that he foresees such as murdering hundreds or doing something so drastically taboo that they have proven they have no right to live on the outside world., kind of the ‘kill one, save a million’ philosophy. This outlet also acts as almost a stimulus for Mark, he knows there’s people that need to be put in their place out there, people that can kill and get away with it as easily as anything knowing that he can and is doing his part to stop this process in his own way, this is as close to euphoria Mark can achieve in his life, it’s an unhealthy obsession in a way and not only because those villains could easily take off his head one day.

In normal conversation Mark’s personality will be defined in his current situation, for instance if portraying the more incognito version of himself Mark will like to banter around topics along with spreading some jokes around, this is also coupled with the fact that he never really gives a stand on anything more of a devil’s advocate. In his disguise of the Saw however, things change drastically in the way of making conversation, Mark get straight to the point along with keeping it simple, preferring not to work in huge teams as there are usually so many conflicting points of view that the course of action could become jarred, working alone or independently or at the most very small groups would suit him far more, not to say that he wouldn’t join a large congregation on missions if pushed into it.

History: Twenty one years ago on December fifteenth Mark Hayes was born in Nottingham, England as his lungs bellowed for the first time in the world he was a perfectly ordinary baby boy in ever term of the word. Healthy, well built along with extremely powerful lungs his parents would attest hearing they had never heard such a loud baby however, things would not last this way forever. Born into a middle class working family, his father was a well respected carpenter able to whittle any kind of wood into any kind of object be it furniture, weaponry or even constructions such as sheds. Mark’s family did not consist of one person however, his mother was a scientist who liked to experiment at home almost addicted to finding out things, combining things that a much wiser man shouldn’t even be attempted. One night, the night that would change Mark’s fledging life into a strange paradox would occur, his father had a large shipment of wood for a shed but the quotes had the maths wrong bringing over too many planks of wood, seizing upon the opportunity Mark’s father would bring the lumbar home to craft some household objects in his spare time. On the other hand, the female member of the Hayes family had different ideas set in store for the lumber, subjecting it to a vast amount of chemicals, letting the wood absorb them as natural as anything living creature feeds on what they eat. Mark who had just about learnt to crawl saw the strangely coloured wood which texture had changed dramatically from the wooden brown to a midnight blue thanks to the dye of the chemicals, while the mother wasn’t watching her prize the young Mark stroked the wood receiving a splinter, letting the chemicals from the wood induce into his own being dramatically adjusting along with altering it’s abilities as the system grew from these early periods, adapting to the new presence that had slipped into his system.

Early in his life the full development of his new abilities had not been fully conceived, they were in the works in his body but not visible difference could be met nor any supernatural abilities had become corporeal. Attending public schools through his life as most boys do he would meet various people, develop friendships along with the skills he would need to require to further his education or just for natural everyday life procedures. Delight would dawn upon his father as Mark exclaimed interests in carpentry, taking great joy from the feeling of slicing the wood with a saw before reforming it into something entirely new, although in his first introduction to the crafting arts this wasn’t much more than just eager attempts to reach a euphoric mood, but as he got older and his powers would develop he found a sweet irony to the craft. Changes, changes were slipping through his body as an entirely new system for his power manifested it’s self from the absorption of those chemicals he had splintered into himself. First realizing these dormant powers inside of him Mark was in a state of shock as a baby couldn’t hold it’s breath, Mark was unable to switch off his cutting edge powers avoiding school life along with his parents who shrugged it off as a ‘phase’ he was going through, Mark was around fourteen at this time in his life.

Gradually, Mark was able to attain some degree of mastery over his mutated abilities, it worked much like a chainsaw, it would keep on cutting until you flicked off the power switch, Mark’s oblongata (the part of the brain that sends messages to the systems within the body.) needed to find the off switch in this system as it was such a new experience to the body, finally able to close his powers on and off Mark still didn’t confine in anyone about these new sensations, at this time he didn’t fully conclude if it was a gift or a curse that he had these strange abilities, in some occasions it would help him immensely, for an example when cutting up wood for carpentry he could use his abilities to achieve astonishing slices with extreme ease and efficiency. On the other hand, things would become ruined for Mark or he may inadvertently hurt someone by accident by forgetting to turn off his powers, slicing through the flesh, yet no one could connect it to him so he never received external blame just the shock along with the shame of hurting someone without cause.

At the age of seventeen with moderately good grades, Mark took an apprenticeship underneath his father mostly in name as with his new found powers known only to himself he had all but surpassed his parent already. The Hayes had suffered a loss one year prior however, soon after Mark had become sixteen he had lost his mother to a stroke, leaving only his father to foster over him. The two would work with each other for month, learning from each other Mark was meeting contacts that his father had established and learning the ropes to apply his trade. Disaster would strike however, one day Mark’s father needed to retrieve money from the bank and the young teenager wanted to go with him for similar purposes, on this drastic day the first signal of disaster would happen. Robbery, thieves along with looters raided the bank, waving guns and firing randomly to prove their point Mark lay low but his father was to proud for such a thing, despite the gun pointing at him and the yelling from the crooks his father stood boldly against them, refusing to let them take the money away for his trouble he didn’t gain a medal instead the old man received a bullet directly through the heart. He was dead before his old body hit the ground. Bailing before it was too late the cops were far too slow to be able to apprehend the suspects, mourning the fate of the one man that had been with him through the entirety of his life, Mark chose to avenge this butchering by turning to vigilantism.

Constructing a disguise from ragged clothing the young teenaged Hayes made the first costume of the man that would become Saw after this night, using his powers and his new disguise he began to question people, sometimes Saw would ask pretty hard. After an extremely fortunate piece of luck, Saw was able to locate the suspects and bring them to justice, roping them up and bringing them down to the courts, this would usually be the closing book on a fairy tale but this was far from over for Mark. Unbelievably the suspects were acquitted of their crimes, all rupturing into charging up some illusions for the purposes of their actions, extremely dragged out confessions and bribed officials. Above these petty thieves were richer men with richer motives for their members, with their money and influence they could swing anyone out of the revolving doors of the prisons, enraged by this Hayes relocated these ‘freemen’ and proceeded to dice their legs to the hamstring, leaving the insignia Saw by their bleeding vessels, leaving ever lasting marks on their flesh, branding them as enemies to everyone or preventing them from ever doing something again from fear of dismembered limbs. At the age of twenty one Mark had earned himself the underground nick name the crippler, while the people that looked up to him called him Saw, this was derived from two meanings the first being the obvious marks left on those that he purges or in a more cerebral manner, the man that ‘saw’ the problems of the world.

Powers: Mark’s powers are relatively simple along the fingertips to shoulders from toes to knees, Mark’s body has developed long strips of bone thanks to the chemicals he took as a child as his body was growing and developing, these highly dense pieces of bone run in parallel lines at opposite angles across the arms finally meeting as they loop a the knuckles or at the curving of the shoulder. With the added bones on his legs they fall from either side of the knee cap, running down the hamstring and foreleg, meeting by separating and crossing over the gaps in the toes. The power truly activates however, when Mark switches on the power and the bones with rotate in a constant stream, the bumps and grooves placed within the bones resemble similarities between that blades of a chainsaw which allows him to easily rip apart nearly anything that he can sink these fangs into, the faster the rotation of the bones the more kinetic energy can be placed behind an attack or cutting through an object. As time developed Mark was able to extend or sink inwards the bone, but not all the way it can be compared to tensing a muscle for an example, the extension of the claws of the bones usually grow outwards when planning to attack, but sinks inwards in everyday society but can still be felt when bumping into someone.

Not only that but Mark can have an extremely good grip on wet surfaces or the ability to gain decent footholds even on buildings completely vertical in structure by digging in this extremely dense bone. An important thing to note however, is that the power behind the punch can have effects on the abilities power, the more power that someone can drive into the enemy the easier the saw like bones have of grinding into an enemy. In short his powers can be summarized as such: his arms and lower sections of his legs are chainsaws with augmented bones rather than machines. Recently, Mark has been travelling away from Nottingham as crime isn’t found in just one city, at the current moment he’s in London but is in the midst of considering moving globally to see the world and try to see any evidence that he isn’t fighting a losing battle in the world.

Weakness: the major weaknesses that this power holds for Mark is the fact that leaving the power on for too long can start to tear away at his flesh, painfully. (In combat posts, four posts of constant rotation of the bones without one post of reprieve from the rotation will cause this.) The second weakness to go along with this power is that it’s not easily concealed, true one can wear trousers or long sleeved shirts with gloves but that will not conceal people who bump into you to get hurt from the gnarled edges of the bone that gives the ability it’s destructive power.

Power Grid: (You have 22 points to spend on your Power Grid unless you can fly, which case you have 20. Each stat can start at 6, not 7. 7 must be earned.)
STR: 6
SPD: 3
END: 5
INT: 2
EP: 2
FS: 4

Power Grid colours: Orange with black background. (if not possible put me with any colour you want)

Character Image/Description:

Roleplay Sample:
The night sky was young as the moon performed it’s dance through the night sky, weaving between the clouds that covered the twinkling eyes of the stars above, as the moon rained down it’s silvery light on those below. Along the city lamps flooded the street as the huge marvels of architecture, buildings and land marks circled the land scale in London this night, the eye of London circled surveying the world around it in a single glinting gaze. The streets slumbered as the multi coloured cars slept noisily through the night and the rambunctious noise of the people that would so illuminate the day had retired to their homes one by one. Only a few remained on the prowl this night some with good intentions, others with nothing but the darkest deeds in mind in their decadent minds. The winds rustled through the city, so cold that they would chill any man to the bones, the scent drifting upon the air smelt heavily of the fast food restaurants that served their food with far too much grease, wafting the gorging aroma through the air satisfying the nostrils of anyone that passed.

Standing atop a very lengthy building that provided an excellent view to anything around for a good manner of miles, a respectable feat considering the size of some of the surrounding constructions that littered the town. Mark Hayes gazed down upon the city below, the overcoat he wore to protect himself from the cold fluttered within the cold wind, it rippled and danced with the sway of the momentum as Mark’s black hair drifted across his face as his ears and eyes were pinpointing, darting for any activity upon the streets this night. Upon his body was a sleeveless shirt his arms covered only by the coat that he wore, the black trousers that he wore were loose, being pulled backwards like blades of grass bowing down to the direction of the passing breeze. ‘I’m freezing my ass off over here, won’t someone get in trouble so I can warm up.’ Mark thought to himself bitterly, the cold air raised in his face emitting a small fog from the sudden raise of temperature protruding from his lungs, “empty night here, I guess I should be looking somewhere else.” Hayes spoke to himself, slightly frustrated at his long wait for no results yet pleased as smaller rates of crime meant that his vigilantism was having some effect.

Splitting through the world like the crack of a whip a high pitched shriek ripped through the night air, Mark staggered back a little in surprise at the sheer shock pulsing through his mind. For a moment his mind took a while to put the pieces together recording of this new information, ‘screaming, dark’ Mark thought to himself as he put the two pieces together, begrudgingly coming up with the answer. Growling to himself, muttering incoherently he looked down the exact building he was on, much as he suspected a woman was pinned at a small strip between the building he stood on and it’s neighbour, trash cans littered the passageway along with black bags filled with trash. Closing off the two sides of the streets was a wooden fence that the young woman was pinned against, small silvery lights were being brandished at her that Hayes could only assume were knives, not hesitating for one more second the young vigilante’s hand closed around the collar of his shirt, dragging it upwards to cover over his nose disguising the majority of his face as the upper half would be concealed by his hair, leaving only the eyes. Gripping the overcoat, Mark tore it off letting it flutter with the breeze, being pinned to the ground with the mounting cold air the cold air stung Saw’s arms as if he had plunged into the cold depths of an icy pool.

‘Slam!’ smash of Saw’s forearm slamming into the building caused a large explosion of sound, but he was too high up for anyone to hear. Along Mark’s arms were strange augmentations as long strips of bone circled the sides, the back of the forearm was firmly wedged into the building, supporting his weight with relative ease. “Here we go, Saw.” The young vigilantly muttered to himself, eyes narrowing the blades upon his arms began to churn, whining a little as they pushed down onto the structure that they rested down upon before roaring into blinding flashes of white bone, the grooves looked like hooks as they dug into the concrete lowering Mark’s body at an accelerated rate ripping apart a long thin line through the materials of the construction, when gravity would not become an issue Saw leaped off the building, blocking the exit of the narrow passage. “Alright then kids, leave the woman and I’ll let you run unharmed.” Saw spoke to the gathering around the woman, they looked at him, turning their steel weaponry towards him, brandishing them towards Saw with a new found target in their hearts.

“He’s only one man, get him guys!” Recklessly all three of them charged towards Saw, looking on at the eager faces burrowing towards him through the darkness, Saw simply pushed his barefoot out of the shoes that he bore, the bones that surrounded his arms also revolved around his legs, not taken aback by this or simply not noticing the three teenagers launched themselves at what they thought was an unprotected man. “Wrong move, punks.” Saw growled at them as the bones upon his body began to rotate furiously, the feet digging into the concrete from where he stood, the blades drove towards him, raining down like the weather it’s self but the vigilantly was far too quick for them, swinging up his arm he stuck out his elbow, bending his knees to supply more of a guard, twisting the hips to remain side on to the adversaries to pose a smaller target to strike. Ripping sounds of metal slamming against the augmented bones of Saw clashed, the kinetic energy rippling through the grooves of the bones tore apart the metal in a matter of seconds, leaving only stubby blunt hilts at their weaponry. “Let’s get out of here guys!, this guys a freak!” one of the more wiser teenagers yelled, but they had already made their choice to Saw, lifting up his leg with the knee pointing in exactly the opposite direction to his hips, the calf suspended in the air Mark would pull back his hip and launch the chained foot towards the adversary, the loops of bone sliced into the smallest fractions of their clothing or clipped millimetres of skin. “next time I won’t miss, straighten up your lives boys.” Bailing past him he let the boys escape, letting the chainsaw like motions of his body cease their cycling before they begin to irritate the skin surrounding them. The woman was huddled in a corner afraid to come out, only glimpsing at her saviour before Saw picked up his boots and let his feet drive into the concrete, letting the rotation and grip of the enhancements on his body raise him upwards to the roof.

Okay, your powers seem fine but I just wanted to be sure you knew that your arm saws will only be as strong as your strength, as in rotation speed, and they will only be as strong as your durability, the bones themselves. That means that if you were to try and use your attack against someone with seven durability your saws would simply break as it is right now.

I just wanted to make sure you knew that but I like everything else about your grid so I think you should be fine.

Alright made some minor adjustments, I hope he's ready to go now. ^^

Is this a good guy or a bad guy?