Jubal Lazarre "Entropy" - Done

Real Name: Jubal Lazarre
Renegade Name: Entropy
Title: n/a
Alignment: chaotic good
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Hair: dark brown
Eyes: dark brown
Height: 6 foot 2 inches
Weight: 225 pounds

Costume Description/Image: n/a

Personality: A kid with a chip on his shoulder who just can’t seem to stay out of trouble. He wants to do the right thing, but the lure of easy money is almost always too much of a temptation. He always means well, but always lets his attitude dictate his actions. He can be impulsive, doesn’t always think things through (good or bad). If he could catch a break, he might actually come out alright.

History: Jubal was born and raised in Chicago. He was raised with a strong, loving family. His parents were both teachers, his mother in a local High School and his father a college professor. He has an older brother who was in graduate school, studying to become an astrophysicist. Jubal was nearly 8 years younger than his brother, Derrick, so they really didn't relate very well. He loved his little brother, but had little time to spend.

Jubal's family life could have been the envy of most of his peers who were from divorced families. But Jubal was dissatisfied and felt alienated. Typical for most teens, but for a guy with super abilities, it seemed so much more dramatic. Classmates ridiculed Jubal, some even displayed open hostility. What didn't help was when he lost his temper, He couldn't control his ability. Once, this resulted in his pants shredding to threads and falling away from his legs. Laughter filled his ears as he ran red-faced from the school. Despite his parents attempts to soothe him, he remained locked in a darkened room for 3 days, barely eating. As his mood sank over the years in junior high and high school, He took to wearing black, listening to moody music. His parents tried to lift him from his dark moods, but Jubal knew they couldn't possibly relate. They didn't get laughed at. They didn't have to deal with this cursed ability. How could they try to tell him how to feel or act? It didn't really sink in that they loved him even with the super power. They never tried to change him or convince him not to use his abilities. All he saw was his own isolation.

Over the years, Jubal learned to control his ability and it became more bearable. But he still dealt with depressed states. Sometimes, he'd run away from home. He'd live on the streets by stealing food and money. This proved easy with his ability. But he wasn't a real criminal. And if he wasn't caught, he'd eventually come back home to his frantic parents. Twice Jubal was arrested and put into juvenile detention for supers. It scared and unnerved him to deal with all the hatred most of the supers in the jail displayed towards humans.

Now at the age of 21, he's still unsure of his place in the city. He barely graduated high school and has no interest in continuing his education in college, much to his parents despair. He doesn't know what he wants to do or where he belongs. He still lives at his parent's house, but a string of friends have given him refuge for short periods of time.

Powers: Jubal has the ability to touch any material and increase or decrease the rate at which that material decays. Either repairing rotting or rusting items or reversing that process and causing a wood-frame house to crumble to sawdust within a half hour. A 6 story steel-frame building would rust and fall in upon itself within 3 hours. Jubal has walked through brick walls and broken into small store safes by simple causing them to rust away to metal flakes. He's rusted people's cars to dust in less than 15 seconds just because He felt slighted by the driver.

Jubal must touch the object briefly before the decaying or bolstering affect kicks in. But it will continue unless He stops it. Thus, He can touch a park bench and walk away while it decays and falls apart within minutes. More dense items like steel or lead take much longer to decay compared to porous items, such as wood or cloth.

Some apparent block deep within him prevents him from affecting living matter, though He has tried with plants and bugs.

Power Grid:
INT: 5
OCC 0
STR: 4
SPD: 3
DUR: 4
ABIL: 8
FS: 6
MAGIC: 0
SPELLS: 0
Potency: 0
FLIGHT: 0
Wealth: standard starting


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Roleplay Sample:
Considering his options while walking aimlessly, the city he found himself in slowly woke. Grocers opened their stores, business people and workers headed to their jobs. All with their heads bowed down as if under the weight of an invisible yoke. It might not be the most agreeable of planets. But it was better than being spaced. Jubal just shook his head at the obviously down-trodden people around him. And Father wonders why working for a living doesn’t appeal to me. He thought to himself. The smell of fresh bread coming from the bakery across the road made his stomach grumble even more loudly and he grinned again. Marcia. Ah, the lovely Marcia works there. What would I do without the women I meet on my travels? A little charm should garner a little breakfast and a kiss if he was swift. Jogging across the street and avoiding a hollow-bellied, barking dog , Jubal slipped into the alley behind the small bakery. Peeking into the flour-clouded windows afforded Jubal a view of the ovens and lovely, dark haired Marcia inside turning fresh loaves of bread out to cool.

Trying the knob revealed that the door was unlocked, so Jubal slipped inside. Two long-legged strides took him behind Maricia. He tapped her right shoulder and when she spun in surprise, he kissed her lips. Jubal then slipped to her left, pilfering a small bread loaf and forcing Marcia to keep pivoting to keep an eye on him. He winced when he realized it was fresh out of the oven and burning his fingers mercilessly. But he never let it show.

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