Blydes Alaba

Real Name: Blydes Alaba
Renegade Name: Zeburi
Title: Mr.Insanity
Alignment: Renegade
Age: 49
Gender: Male
Race: Black
Hair: Bald
Eyes: Yellow
Height: 6'8
Weight: 486 Lbs

Costume Description/Image: Since he really doesnt care about anyone knowing his face, he wears an assortment of t-shirts with catchy phrases or some that are completely blank. Depending on the color tone of the shirt, he may either wear blue jeans, or black jeans which both are torn at the bottom from him constantly walking on them. He is actually very skinny and thin looking from the outside, but his muscles are super-dense, making him much heavier than what even the biggest wrestlers weigh. His face is relatively square jawed and he has a huge scar down the left side of his head from underneath the temple to were his neck and shoulders meet. This scar formed right after he was born due to tribal customs which will be explained in his history.

Personality: Due to a very traumatic childhood, he used to beat anyone nearly to death who were doing just petty crimes after he moved to the US. But he slowly gained control of himself and as long as you're a good and friendly person, he comes off as a cheery and energetic kind of guy. To alot of people he merely comes off as that kind of person when in reality he is truly crazy and unstable. His sadistic view towards any true criminals has made him worse and worse after he realises what hes done to others. He believes not in the eye for an eye, but in the limb for an eye philosophy. This is already bad enough but with his incredible strength it wouldn't be too far-fectched to acheive. Blydes is also some what intelligent and even he knows somewhat that something is not right with himself, but he uses it as a tool to prevent any harm occuring to those who really deserved to be saved.

History: Born to a dying tribe in northern-east Africa, he grew up witnessing the death of his indingenous culture, something most of the tribesmen and women actually accepted before integrating into a more westernized culture. His early childhood was normal and happy, but as he got older, he noticed that all the everyday chores that most of his people had to work hard to get done, he could finish with most of the day to spare and without feeling tired or stressed period. He also noticed on how he could not even walk in the sand without sinking more and more the older and taller he got. Eventually he was forced to work in the cities due to just that condition, as it was very dangerous to be that heavy and dense out in the deep sand were suffocation could happen easily. He worked as a construction worker and did general hard labor by hand instead of the machines that most of his co-workers did. It was here that he discovered just how strong his body truly was, he resucued a fellow worker from a falling steel beam that weighed 10 tons without even realizing it was in his hand. Unfortunately due to the adrenaline he gripped the persons hand too hard and actually shattered every single bone inside of it.

This made most of the nearby neighbors both very afraid and very fascinated with a huge man who could accomplish feats of strength only heard of through legend. This changed when a local boxer who was extremely cocky didnt know any better and harassed Blydes until he gave in and fought the boxer. The guy thought it was just a joke that a man could with one hand hold a steel beam like it was nothing, it merely means hes strong not quick nor a fighter! Sadly Blydes quick reaction and putting too much power into the punch put the poor guy into a body cast after flew 30 feet out of the ring and through the wall from a simple counter-punch that Blydes could've swore he toned down. The rest of the small city was not so understanding and he experienced a feeling he would soon come to be used too.

Unlike his body, his mind while almost super-genius smart, could not take the strain from such rejection so many times in so many different places. He grew more and more distant and angry from the general populace until one day he decided to actually go out and cheer himself up. First thing he had to do was go to a bank right? Well he was really trying hard to keep from getting angry, but robbers just HAD to come that day. They tried to shoot but their guns mis-fired, and Blydes was both unstable and very pissed unfortunately for them. The cops arrived at the scene very late and found only two torsos with heads as their legs and arms were all over the walls of the banks. That town was also not very appreciating of his "help" and hes basically insane now looking for criminals to punish, whatever side of the law they're on.

Luckily he received training from an interested monk while traveling through Asia and drawing interesting stares as someone as dark and big as him was a very rare sight indeed. The rigorous training for Wushu was literally nothing for him so the master who could not even speak the same language upped the ante, the excercise forms did work the same muscles after all no matter how strong they were. This made his already strong muscles more effecient and more dense than before, giving him an even more lithe appearance which contrasted his super-superhuman strength. But bad luck befell him again and the master who had been teaching him for twenty years was murdered by the other local chinese masters for not only teaching a foreigner, but teaching him about chi and its true power through showing Blydes, this was unforgivable to them and they poisined his food, causing him to suffer a painful death.

This mental trauma was the straw that broke the camels back and Blyde went on a complete rampage, wiping out entire martial art schools and dojos of the masters who he knew killed his. It took almost a year for him to calm down and he quickly left the country as the story of his anger spread quickly and there werent too many huge black guys in the area besides him. He slowly made his way towards Europe before flying to the Americas, which he heard was the greatest country on earth, something he doubted greatly after he arrived.

Powers: None actually.

Power Grid: (You have 22 points to spend on your Power Grid unless you can fly, in which case you have 20. Each stat can start at 6, not 7. 7 must be earned.)
STR: 6
SPD: 2
END: 3
INT: 6
EP: 0
FS: 5

Power Grid colours: Yellow and White

Character Image/Description: His face is square jawed with a long nose that is somewhat bulbous around the nostrils. He has a very rare eye color that appear yellow to most people even though its really an unusual shade of brown similar to gold. He has a large scar down the right side of his face down to were his neck and shoulders meet along with a very toned body. He doesnt have large thick muscles but rather thin super dense and super strong ones that make him look like a skinny person in great shape. He stands at almost 7 feet tall and usually has a very somber look on his face unless he sees someone doing something bad or against the law. Then his eyes look very wild and a worrying smirk shows across his face.. He has a bald hair and slight grey beard that shows hes older than you would think. Large shoulders proportion out with his height and make him look even more imposing than he already is.

Roleplay Sample:

"Oh?" Quietly he thought too himself as he just saw another interesting victim run into his van with his partners and try to drive away. "What the f*ck? The van wont move goddammit!" Smoke was boiling out the rear tires of the white van but it refused to move as Blydes held onto it with a few fingers around the bumper while the cops took their sweet time getting into their car and parking infront of the van. One of the robbers didnt know why the van wasnt moving but he decided to get the hell out of here since he saw a cop car slide infront him. "GET OUT OF THE VEHICLE AND PUT YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD" was all they said through the loud-speaker. "Pffft forget this, ill just run for it.! SEE YA SUCKER-oof!" It felt like he was just hooked onto a car or something and couldnt move. "Ya know you're gonna tire yourself out doing this..." Blyde could tell this guy was smarter than the others, but still not who he was looking for.
"Who the hell are you?!" Some crazy strong black guy just grabbed in and lifted him into the air without even having to strain. "Ya know, i could break both your legs and keep you from escaping..." This guy was scary, he knew he meant it about breaking his legs too. "Wha-What do you want from me!" He would say anything just to get away from this guy, his eyes showed something was wrong.

"You know what i want, Lorenzo, were is he?" Uh-oh, only one person in this city was dumb enough to go after Lorenzo, or better yet, insane enough. "You know where he is dont ya? HEheheehhaahaha...." Blyde thought adding abit of laughter at the end would get him some answers as the dude looked ready to piss his pants. "He's in the 2nd tallest building with the Lor. Corp logo on it, i dunno if you would make it there alive, they all know your face by now!" This guy was gonna go on a suicide mission huh? Well wooptie-doo as long as he was away from me i dont give a shit. Blyde thought about what the guy said for a second before deciding to spare him the pain. "You're lucky im nice today."
And lowered him to the ground before dragging him towards the cops but not after physically smashing the front of the van and shearing it off along with the engine. "Dont go anywhere fellas..he..he..heheeh.'

Approved.