Thorgron

by **Thorgron** May 23rd 2013, 1:06 am

Thorgron
The Destroyer

Basic Biography

Real Name: Thorgron
Renegade/Hero/Villain Name:
Title: The Destroyer
Alignment: NG
Age: 19
Gender: M
Race: Human
Hair: Blaze Red
Eyes: Brown
Height: 6'3
Weight: 2,000 lbs
Blood Type: T-Alpha

The Looks

Spoiler:

The Legacy

Personality:
Thorgron may have once been your average child but now, now that is all gone. Most humanity is lost in him. He is driven mostly by pain and hatred, a volatile combination bred in him during his suffering in Gene-Tech. Besides his undying rage at the company and its founders, Thorgron still wishes mostly to do good. Unfortunately his sadistic nature does not always let him do so, being torn between causing pain and preventing it.

History:
Much of Thorgron's past is lost to him. Through all of the experiments conducted on him his mind has been severely damaged and only distorted fragments of memory remain. From what he can piece together, he was on track to being a star football player at his high school. He also knows that he had parents and that they had some sort of emotional connection to him, but what's left of their memory will be addressed later. The first thing he has legitimate memory of is a Thursday night football practice. Being a linebacker his job was simple, ensure that no one got past him. This night he had done just that and his coaches were sure that if he could do the same the following night, their rival team wouldn't stand a chance. After practice, Thorgron was approached by a strange man. He offered Thorgron an opportunity to improve, to become even better than he had ever been. Thorgron had heard about this kind of thing before and he knew that steroids were illegal. As he opened his mouth to refuse the man he felt a cloth against his face. Within seconds his world went dark and black.

When he woke up, he was strapped to a table with thick straps, preventing even the slightest of movement. Struggling he tried to open his mouth to scream but found it too to be bound shut. He was in a nightmare he thought as he closed his eyes shut tied and tried to force himself awake. But when his eyes opened, they once again were forced to readjust to the harsh light situated above him. Then a voice came from his right side. What it said and how it sounded Thorgron can no longer remember. What he does know is that it frightened him even more. A sharp pain penetrated his right side as the man continued to speak. Words like "perfection" and "soldier" seeped from the man's lips as another pain pierced his other side. As more needles entered his sides Thorgron began to once again lose consciousness.

The next thing he can remember is water. A mask bound a round his head prevented him from drowning and an inability to move. Looking around himself, Thorgron could see needles protruding from points all across his body. And by the feelings of them, each was buried not in his skin but into the very bones that supported his body. The revelation sent him mentally reeling. Where was he? an what was being done to him? It was all a mystery and every passing moment only brought more pain and fear. Again he blacked out this time to awake on sitting on a table, dressed in only his underwear. A pane of glass separated him and a man in a lab coat carrying a clipboard. Hanging from the man's neck was a microphone and as he spoke, his voice echoed throughout Thorgron's room. "Patient T-Alpha, you are progressing marvelously. Musculature has increased 25% along with general stamina. How are you feeling?" The way this man spoke made Thorgron believe they had spoken before but where and when he was unsure. Out of some strange instinct, words formed in Thorgron's mouth and he spoke. "Better than yesterday. It doesn't hurt as bad but I don't feel any stronger." Why was he saying this? To Thorgron's knowledge he had never seen this man before in his life. And his words, they came like they were programmed in, from someone else. He felt his mind once again begin to blur and this time there was a response. Through his daze he felt the cold hands of the doctor on his chest. A needle pierced his chest and his vision and senses came flooding back to him. Taking a deep inhale his vision became crisp and his view of the doctor clear. "We almost lost you there. That would be most unfortunate." A sickening grin crept across the man's face. That single expression told Thorgron all he needed to know about the man.

From that moment on, Thorgron's memory becomes clearer. The men who had abducted him were from Gene-Tech, a company dedicated to creating "soldiers". From what Thorgron had gathered, he was one of the first and his "enhancements" were done almost exclusively through blood and bone marrow. The belief was that if these aspects were changed, then they would carry that change to the rest of the body. And while they weren't wrong, the process was torture on Thorgron's still growing body. Constant deep marrow injections kept his body in a state of perpetual agony. As time passed indefinitely to him emotions began to die off until eventually all he though he could know was pain and suffering. Until one day after a particularly gruesome procedure Thorgron awoke in a familiar place, his bedroom. Not the cell he was kept in but his actual bedroom in his home. Thrill and terror filled him all at once as a sound approached the door. Instinctively he coiled back in anticipation. Carefully he watched as the handle jiggled open and lunged at the figure entering his room. Threat was all he knew and for once he could react to the threat. During his time in the lab, flight was never an option but fight was always there, regardless of how futile. And so Thorgron fought, and with his modified body ripped the intruder apart. By the time he was done, the threshold was drenched in blood and the intruder's body looked as though it had been put through a blender. As his eyes came down from the rage the face of the intruder in his room brought terror to his eyes. Thorgron had just murdered his own father. His mind raced and pain shot down his spine. His vision glazed over and he was gone again.

It should come as no surprise where the next environment was in which he awoke. The cold lab table felt familiar against his skin but his time there was an added sensation, wetness. Raising his head Thorgron looked upon the grisly sight of his body. The blood from his encounter still clung to his flesh, in a state that was not quite yet congealed. He felt sick to his stomach and only more so when he heard a familiar voice. The doctor entered, clapping slowly as he observed his handy work. "Well done young one, your animalistic rage instinct is far more than we could have hoped for. Your strength however leaves something to be desired. But no worries, I have just the thing to fix you right up." The doctor left, only to return with a large device Thorgron was all to familiar with. Needles protruded form the bottom of it in every direction, positioned to inject straight into the bone. Slowly the device was lowered over Thorgron and pierced his flesh and bone. Searing, unimaginable pain shot through him as a new compound raced to fill his marrow. His eyes bulged in their sockets and he could feel his muscles contract unnaturally. The doctor at the helm became frightened, staring down in shock at the boy. What was happening to him, Thorgron was unsure, but what he did know was that he was beginning to feel heavy. Once of the assistants shouted out "The compounds, they're reacting with each other. Doctor I don't believe this, but his blood is becoming some form of organic liquid metal. I...I can't stop the reaction." As the employees scrambled desperately to fix the problem Thorgron felt the lab table break beneath him. His wait had crushed it, breaking a few needles from the instrument off while still inside him. The pain eventually overcame him and for a final time lost consciousness. This time when he woke up there was intense heat. All around him was fire and yet he was not burning. Looking around he could see the charred remains of other men and women. Whatever use they had felt they had for him was over he rationalized. Ans now they were trying to rid themselves of their mistake. Instinctively, Thorgron lashed out at the metal pit he now stood in. His had tore straight through it and like nothing he ripped a hole big enough to escape through. Once through the hole he felt down a long shaft and ended up in a large dumpster outside of Gene-Tech. All he could think to do was run, to put as much distance between himself and Hell.

But the hate for the people who destroyed his life has never left Thorgron and time has brought him understanding of what the men and Gene-Tech had done to him. Not only does a super dense metal now run through his veins making him super strong and nearly indestructible, but once it leaves his body, he can control it shaping it into whatever hardened state he wishes. Since the day of his escape, Thorgron has been plotting his revenge against Gene-Tech and honing his skills with his strange powers. And over time, he has become a shell of a person, filled only entirely by rage. It is now time for him to exact his revenge.

The Powers

Super Strength

Super Durability:

T-Alpha Blood: (2 ABI)
The blood running through Thorgron's veins is a strange highly dense liquid metal. Not only has it granted him astounding strength and durability, but it has also granted him an ability of its own. The T-Alpha blood responds to Thorgron's thoughts like any other part of his body, allowing him to shape it and harden it in whatever shape he desires. His body is also constantly producing and replacing the cells which make up his strange blood. Because of this, Thorgron will never "bleed out" from an injury as his body will simply continue to produce T-Alpha cells. Once this blood is out of his body and is no longer being controlled by him, it swiftly hardens into a sold state with the same amount of resilience as Thorgron himself.

Grid
Intelligence:2
Occult:
Strength:8
Speed:5
Durability:8
Ability: 2
Fighting Skills:5
Magic:
Spells:
Flight:
Wealth:0

by **Chellizard** May 23rd 2013, 1:44 am

Interesting power. The picture is broken, though.

by **Thorgron** May 23rd 2013, 9:06 am

It's a picture of sakagami habaki, his face is basically exactly what I picture for Thorgron. I don't know why I can't get the stupid link to work :/

by **Chellizard** May 23rd 2013, 3:45 pm

Well, if you could write in a description of him rather than use a picture, I can approve you. (:

by **Thorgron** May 23rd 2013, 7:34 pm

Alright the image should work now Smile

by **CainVulsore** May 24th 2013, 5:00 pm

approved until stated otherwise

by **Chellizard** July 2nd 2013, 3:05 am

Unapproved for modifications.

by **Chellizard** July 2nd 2013, 3:08 am

Reapproved

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