Thomas Murphy reborn - The Mercury Man

by **The_soapmaker** June 11th 2012, 7:05 pm

Real Name: Thomas 'Tommy' Murphy
Nick Name: The Mercury Man
Alignment: Renegade / Chaotic Neutral
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Irish
Hair: Black
Eyes: Green
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 145 lbs

Costume Description/Image: Thomas has got black hair that is spiked backward (kinda like Sonic the hedgehog), which he combines with really heavy sideburns. He has got a tattoo of a spider web in his neck and a tattoo of a skull with rifles (a Winchester and an AK-47) instead of crossbones on his left shoulder. His right upper arm sports an big irish cross. He wears a black bomberjacket over a white t-shirt. He wears a pair of black pants with a lot of pockets, stuffed into a pair of black US army boots. Around his neck he wears a chain with only one dog tag on it. He's quite short compared to most heroes/villains, but also quite muscular.

Personality: Thomas is a very closed person, never joking, never laughing, never making witty remarks, pissed off all the time. He seems unaware of his surroundings, but nothing is less true. He actually notices almost everything.
Though not extremely quickly provoked, Thomas has the tendency to beat shit up when angry and shoot stuff when threatened. He fights for no one but himself and respects no authority but himself (with the possible exception of God himself). But on the other side does he protect the weak and the poor, for he sees them as his brothers and sisters. He dislikes Protestant christians, but helps them nevertheless when in trouble.
Thomas also has a huge problem with authority. He will do almost anything to make sure that people don't rule over the weaker or the dumber or the poorer. It's like an obsessive-compulsive disorder. He will throw rocks at police-officers and puncture the tires of limousines and other big expensive cars…

History: Thomas Murphy grew up in a degenerate neighbourhood in Belfast, Northern Ireland. His parents were poor, his father a former butcher who began to drink heavily after he had to close his shop due to overwhelming competition by supermarkets, his mother a feisty and devout catholic hairdresser who was always fighting with her drunk, yet hardly ever violent husband. It was a lousy, criminal neighborhood, in which a estimated total of 67 people died of intentional, unnatural and/or suspicious causes every year. The dull, grey bleakness of this rotten place was where little Tommy grew up to be the hateful young man he is today.
As Tommy grew older he grew more and more resentful of the wealthier people who lived in the better parts of town and also of the Protestant people who virtually dominated the neighbourhood he lived in. Their children picked on him and the few other catholic boys in the 'hood, their parents shunned him and his friends and blamed nearly every crime on them. In order to stand up for themselfs, Tommy and his friends became more and more violent, to the point they always carried knives around. The boys grew up to be straight faced domestic terrorists. In the winter of Thomas' fifteenth year on earth, his mother was shot dead during a robbery of a gas station by a pakistani thug, who in his turn got beaten to death by a bunch of Irish nazi thugs. Unable to take care of himself, his son and the rent, Thomas' father was evicted from his home and his only son was taken away by child protective services. A year later, mister Murphy senior was found gutted in a backalley. The murder was blamed on a homeless junkie who needed some money for coke.
Tommy lived for nearly two years in a home for 'troubled children', before he was sent to juvenile hall for carving a swastika in the forehead of the ex-boyfriend of a friend of his. In youth prison, he was reunited with two of his closest childhood friends, who had been incarcerated on similar charges. The three amigoes escaped by cutting a hole in the fence. With the police on their tail, the three hid in a labratory. One of the friends, got shot in the eye when he tried to stab a cop with a broken ehrlenmeyer bottle. The other was simply arrested and put behind bars again. Thomas, however, tried to be smart and hid in some sort of huge machine chamber thing which ofcourse got activated by some random police officer doing something random. Hello, Hollywood. The machine changed his molecular structure from being carbon based to being mercury based, which effectively turned him into a puddle. However, after the cops had left, Thomas regained a degree of control over his liquid body and when the scientists came to clean up the mess, he simply slithered out of the machine and out of the window.
Over a period of serveral months living in the woods, Thomas slowly gained more and more control over his liquid body up to the point he could remain a human appearance for longer and longer periods of time.

Powers: Thomas has the ability to transform his body a metallic liquid. He can control his body even when it's liquid. This allows him to take more damage than normal people can and it also allows him to store firearms and ammunition within himself. Sometimes he makes huge weapon combinations in his arms (kinda like the obliviator of the Chaos Spacemarines of warhammer 40K), but that’s only when seriously enraged.
And he can move pretty fast due to his liquid properties.

Power Grid:
STR: 3
SPD: 3
END: 4
INT: 2
EP: 6
FS: 4

Roleplay Sample: Thomas walked into the bank. Suddenly the metal detector went off. “Sir, could you empty your pockets please?” A gentle, but aware security man said. Thomas reached in his pockets, went around with his hand, emptied them and…had nothing in his pockets. A small sigh of relieve came out of the security man, at which Thomas stretched his arms and twisted his hand. Two silver-colored semi-automatic handguns suddenly shot out of his flesh. The hands twisted back and the fingers wrapped itself around the grip and the trigger. A bullet flashed through the brains of the Security man. It did not take more than one second before the BANG faded away and Thomas’ voice ran through the hall: "For who hasn't noticed it yet, this IS a robbery. I beg you not to move a muscle, for it would save me some ammunition."