Blackburst

Real Name: Tevin Moses
Super Hero/Villain/Renegade/etc Name: Blackburst
Title: (Awaiting to get one/think of something clever)
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Black
Hair: Dark brown
Eyes: Green
Height: 5" 9
Weight: 1165 pounds

Costume Description/Image:
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Personality: He's a typical adolescent, hormonal and irritable. Due to this, he finds himself in many fights at school, being kicked out of one and now close to facing the same situation at the prestigious academy his parents got him into. Even though he shows great potential in school, his lackadaisical attitude has cause d him to fall behind in school, limiting his intellectual capabilities. He first realized his powers during a fight, slowly adapting to the fighting style of his opponent and overcoming him in the end. Due to his natural ability to adapt to a situation and overcome, he has become quite a cocky kid. Overall, however, he still is kindhearted and full of love, enforcing some morals on him.

History: Blackburst is his codename, or will be. Being a creature of an alternate future, the phrase was never certain. Creature best describes what Blackburst is. His origins delved from the year 2102. In that future, a disease that turned organisms into mindless drones had became frighteningly widespread, the resistance losing the only ground they had left. The scientist, Saige Leslie, developed the Blackburst solution, a formula that reversed the effects of the disease, creating human beings that were practically immortal. Even though his discovery was groundbreaking, it was a bit too late. They did not have the resources necessary to make enough for the 10 billion zombie humans. Infusing his own cells with the Blackburst formula, Saige Leslie created a clone to prevent the disease from the beginning. Sending the clone decades into the past, Leslie hoped that the genes would have spread and thus, save the future. In the 90's, the baby was found and adopted by the Moses. Given the name Tevin Moses by his adopted parents, the boy now seeks only to find his real parents, not knowing the disappointing truth of his own creation. The only lead he has left was the name Blackburst, tatted on his wrist in a barcode fashion.

Powers: Blackburst power is being the ultimate cure. When Leslie developed him, the cure he discovered within the genes of the zombie-like humans was the key to immortality. From the genes, Tevin Moses gained the ability to not only survive but become immune to diseases, thus never having chicken pox. His genes reproduce at a slightly faster rate, dying also at a faster rate. Because of this, he gained some regenerative powers. His body, under extreme stress, has even shown signs to transform to overcome a situation. Thanks to this, exercising was much more effective on Tevin, being able to push past his limits and gain above average strength for his age group. Though his fighting skills are limited to street fighting, he has adapted to the fighting styles of his opponents, creating a new form of street fighting considered the level of martial arts masters. His powers only shows signs of improving everyday, evidence that Leslie's creation may have surpassed all his expectations.

(Near) Invincibility: A body so durable, it can survive crashes and explosions with only a few scratches.

Mechanics: Incredible high endurance

Regeneration: The power to easily heal moderate to minor wounds and injuries (i.e. a stab in the stomach)

Mechanics: 1 post to heal minor wounds (flesh wound); 2 posts to heal moderate injuries (a stab); 3 posts to heal slightly above moderate injuries (a broken arm); fatal wounds are impossible to heal and will cause death (hole in the chest, bullet to the head). If this power is lost for any amount of time, a disease will overcome his body that reduces each of his physical stats by one each 2 posts until he is dead or his power returns.

Morphing: Under extreme levels of stress, the body begins to reshape in order to survive, passing normal human limitations at the cost of reducing brain levels to its most primal state. (i.e. being electrocuted, body turns to rubber like substance; being crushed under boulder; muscles increase to lift boulder easily).

Mechanics: Deduction of intelligence to 0 to increase strength, speed, or endurance. The effect does not take effect until a minimum of four posts have passed.

Adaptation: The morphing ability translates in a less intense, mental form also. Tevin naturally adapts through each event, whether it be a fight or a puzzle. This ability has given him the tools required to overcome opponents it would take years to be able to beat.

Mechanics: Slight increase in experience gained.

Power Grid: (Normal State)
STR: 2
SPD: 2
END: 5
INT: 4
EP: 4 (Regeneration: 2; Transformation: 2)
FS: 5

Each state requires at least 4 posts to achieve and can only be maintained for a maximum of 8 posts. Requires 2 posts to return to the Normal State.

Power Grid: (Monster State)
STR: 5 (+3)
SPD: 2
END: 6 (+1)
INT: 0
EP: 4 (Regeneration: 2; Transformation: 2)
FS: 5

Power Grid: (Nightmare State)
STR: 2
SPD: 5 (+3)
END: 6 (+1)
INT: 0
EP: 4 (Regeneration: 2; Transformation: 2)
FS: 5

Power Grid: (Beast State; Requires 3 post to reach)
STR: 5 (+3)
SPD: 3 (+1)
END: 5
INT: 0
EP: 4 (Regeneration: 2; Transformation: 2)
FS: 5

Power Grid: (Demon State)
STR: 3 (+1)
SPD: 5 (+3)
END: 5
INT: 0
EP: 4 (Regeneration: 2; Transformation: 2)
FS: 5

Power Grid Colours: Green and Black

Character Image/Description:
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Roleplay Sample: (From my DBZ Roleplaying days)

“Simulation begin,” said the calm and strangely comforting female voice of the computer.

At that moment, lines began to surround the spacious white room, dividing the ceiling, the walls, and the floor into multiple square sections. Color began to pour into the room, transforming the ceiling into a blue sky full of clouds, the floor into a hard, craggy mass of rock and dirt, and the walls into the nothingness of air. At the center however was still the pillar of machinery, standing out more so than ever.

Far from the pillar, two people squared off against each other, a man and a woman around the age of seventeen. The male was green and the girl a dark brown, only explainable by an unnatural tan. The girl fashioned an almost black tail, whipping back and forth, a gold ring near the tip, glinting from the light above. The boy’s pointy ears twitched as if responding to her every step sideways, responding with a sideways step of his own. His red hair laid over his shoulder and flat against his left arm, green in color, but metallic underneath the fake skin placed above it. Anticipation and tension ran through them like electricity, obvious from the glaring eyes. This was not the first time these two have squared off before, but this time was much different and less violent. This was not a fight to the end, but a fight to grow.

“Ready, Sage?” the girl fired impatiently.

At that moment, two arms began to sprout from the boy’s shoulder.

“Yeah. Don’t faint too soon Shanna,” the boy replied jeeringly.

At that moment, she charged forward with a dropkick. Pito crossed his arms against his chest for protection, but it was futile. The strength of the blow sent him flying back. Laying two arms against the floor while spinning, she caught herself against the floor like a plank. She pushed off the ground and found herself upside down, watching the boy fly back. Holding her arms out in front of her, she sent a volley of small yellow discs at him.

After soaring for almost a minute, Sage recovered stopping abruptly. When his eyes opened, he was left to face nothing but orbs, more than enough to block his view of Shanna. His veins bulged slightly as ki began to course through them. Shanna couldn’t help but blink as she saw him come through her maelstrom of orbs with the ease of swatting them away. The boy heaved a deep breath out as his veins began to settle down.

“I haven’t even pulled my blade out yet,” he said with a mocking smile.

He had never noticed it before, but something about fighting made him truly happy. When it was his will against another’s, and his overcame the others with a crushing defeat, it made him forget about the troubles of his past. When he was fighting, there no longer was a self, just strength, overcoming and empowering. To some psychologists, they might have considered this lust for battle as ecstasy, and in some ways, sadistic and vile. It was something common to the warriors of Konats, but something in his bloodline, that made him different.

Shanna found the jeering to be unnecessary, but it had the exact effect the boy hoped it would. Charging forward once again, she tried to lay a blow against his face, to lay a blow against that mocking smile. Pito didn’t intervene, taking the full brunt of the blow. With a loud crack, his face sent him spinning, his body following a close second. As he reached a full one eighty, his leg regained life and snapped into motion, using the momentum of her punch against her. The attack was too obvious though, and she held an arm up to block, stopping the punch and Pito.

“Without your sword,” she began with a jeering smile of her own, “you’re not that much of a threat.”

Pito still hovered in air, his leg itching against her arm. He turned to face her as she spoke, his smile still teasing her.

“Well, I’m hoping we can change that and quickly.”

They separated for the moment, hovering an arm distance from each other. A huge wave of ki erupted from Pito and gusts of wind began to torrent the area. Shanna returned it with her own influx of ki, causing the same effects. The white edges of each began to clash, a pure battle of will, each ki pressing against the other in an effort to prove supremacy. The two began to repeat the actions of their ki, meeting at the middle and exchanging blows, each with a strong gust throwing their hair and in a frenzy. They hands met, each clasping the other in a violent clash. It was a deadlock. They were almost equal… almost.

Pito broke the clash, spinning her around and slamming her into the ground they were barely above. The hard, rough floor seemed to take no effect from the impact, Shanna’s back being the only thing really affected. Her grip was lost and she skidded back. The light show ended, and she laid a few feet from Pito. She pulled herself up, sitting up straight. Vision dizzy, she held an arm out, targeting Pito. As she blinked her eyes, Pito appeared in front of her, with a blade at her neck. His smile was gone.

“Don’t overdo it. I need you alive.”

Her arm was just below the cold steel of the blade. She remembered her last bout with it, and lowered her arm in response. The blade left her neck and returned to his back, sheathing with a violent hum.

“It’s time to heal. Let’s go.” Pito said as he turned and headed back to the machine. Shanna stood, angered but quiet. She floated and soared out the room as she heard him press the definitive button and the machine reply coolly,

“Simulation end.”

Okay, everything looks okay for the most part but you should know that one EP regeneration is almost ordinary human level and might as well be gotten rid of. I also don't really understand the transformation part, you'll need to explain that better.

Yeah, I'll approve this.