Hero Name: Johnathan BlockPlayer: CriptfeindOrigin: UnearthlyAbilities:Prowess: 8
Coordination: 5
Strength: 8+
2Intellect: 3
Awareness: 4
Willpower: 4+
2Powers:1. Alternate Form: Solid (PL1)
2. Elemental Control: Earth (PL1)
1:
2: Shaping
3. N/A (Unearthly)
4. N/A
5. N/A
Resource Points: N/A
Specialties:1. Science: Geology
2. Martial Arts
3. Power: Elemental Control Earth(I wasn't totally sure how to parse the power specialty, I hope that this was the right way)
4. N/A
5. N/A
6. N/A
7. N/A
Stamina: 16
Determination: 2
Bio: Johnathan Block is a mason. At least, that's what he used to be. He owns and operates the Farfield Granite Warehouse, a small stone processing company that extracted Farfield Granite from a few local quarries and processed it. His own lack of powers in a town that seemed wall to wall with them never really crossing his mind as his company cut and shaped stone in this town of non super super powered people for many years... Or, were they decades? Sometimes when he was feeling particularly well he would work with the stone himself, carving stone a job that he found quite enjoyable, unfortunately he had a rather weak constitution, a lack of stamina and shortness of breath, often combined with intermittent chest pains when he strained himself required that he left the bulk of the physical labor to his few employees a majority of the time, regulating him to mostly running the business side of things or slowly working on fine detail work when it was required.
Other then his work with his stone company he was fascinated by the big battles and events that happened between super heroes and villains out in the big cities. He didn't know why he found their stories fascinating, but every weekend he would spend his days down at the bar with all the new papers and stories he could find of the various heroic events from the past week. He'd wile away the hours reading of titanic and heroic fights and feats of the heroes and villains of the world. He wasn't quite sure what attracted his attention to this sort of interest, but it was a good hobby for him non the less, an enjoyable way to wile away the hours peacefully drinking and reading as his subconsciousness resolutely ignored the screams from somewhere in the back of his mind. His other major hobby was boxing, along with a small group of other Un-augs, or at least people who's powers wouldn't affect the match, infrequently met together to hold amateur boxing matches for sport and sometimes small prizes. When Johnathan's erratic illnesses and weakness were light he would sometimes step into the ring himself, his mason muscles and tough body, despite decayed somewhat by disuse and age, often served him well here. Although compared to the other men his lack stamina was often his downfall, and often during during the strain of a fight his chest pains would flair up, sometimes causing him to have to concede the match early. Despite these weakness he still loved the sport, and if he was unable to box himself, he still watched his friends avidly.
The past was a fog to Johnathan, and if asked he could not truly tell anyone how long he had been working and living his simple existence. Although he often felt like there was something missing in his life, his mind never seemed able to truly grasp the thought, and so it went, day after day, month after month, year after year, perhaps decade after decade, or at least, so he thought. It was brisk autumn day, and Johnathan, for reasons he wasn't quite sure of, had decided to take a walk on the outskirts of town, past a disused quarry. As he walked he considered the quarry, although intellectually he had known this place existed, this was the first time he could remember visiting it, which seemed strange to him. Who had dug it? He wasn't aware of any other stone processing companies in town. From the vegetative growth it had been dug no more then five or six years ago, not so old that he shouldn't remember who dug it. Thoughts that had long hidden in the dark recesses of his mind, past the shaky light of consciousness slowly crept forward. Perhaps on some other day he would have simply shrugged, moved on with his life, and forgotten all about this mystery. But this day he felt something tug him into the pits, some inexorable and unnoticeable pull on his soul. His curiosity overwhelmed the fog that normally lay on his mind, and with a bit of a struggle and scramble he climbed into the quarry, looking for something, although he knew not what. His search did not take long, as his feet felt guided as they took him to a nondescript wall in the side of the pit. Nondescript, but, at his probing touch the wall melted away like ice on a hot summers day, the startled Johanthan practically fell though the wall into the hidden chamber beyond.
A square room of stone, carefully shaped but never touched by a tool. The walls were covered in engravings, a few in English, some pictograph, and some in a language not of this world. in the middle of the room there was a stone pedestal, connected to the floor without even a hint of a a crack. Resting on top of the pedestal was a lump of rock, which Jonathan approached as he ignored the rest of the room around him. His mind felt jumbled, as if two titanic forces within his thoughts struggled with each other. The fog that had long lay on his mind was finally pushed away by the thoughts that had long been smothered. "This is it!" some part of his mind screamed at him. "This is the truth!" Johnathan picked up the lump of rock and saw that it was a interactively crafted heart, made of the darkest of obsidian, shot though with veins of pure gold. With a start he realized that it was moving! Slowly thumping in his hand, a weak heartbeat coming from the living stone. Although he could not explain it, the heart beat comforted him. As he held the heart close to him he felt a change working though his body. The fog that had lain over his mind for who knows how many years finally lifted. He felt... Stronger. Faster. Tougher. But at the same time became keenly aware of an agonizing pain in his chest. What the fog had muted to the occasional episode of chest pains returned in full force, his breath was swept away by the pain, and he kneeled down, left hand desperately scrambling at his chest in pain as his right clutched the stone heart. His fingers pushed against his chest with a force that surprised even himself. The questing digits shattered his ribs and his nails ripped away skin and muscle tissue, with a spasm he pulled his hand back from the gory hole. Unable to tear his eyes away he looked inside his ruined chest to where the pulped remains of his heart should be, but instead only saw that with the outer layer of ribs and flesh removed inside his chest was an empty stone cavity. Stone as black as night, smeared with blood and shot though with veins of gold. Johnathan should have been dead, or perhaps he should have freaked out and fled the scene, seeking medical attention. Instead he realized the truth of the stone heart, and placed it within his own chest cavity.
A change flowed though Johnathan, golden liquid flowing out from his heart filled his veins as his eyes turned into globules of the molten metal. His flesh smoothed, blackened and hardened, turning into shining obsidian as his golden blood flowed out though cracks in his flesh, to harden into semisolid lines of shining metal. Strength flooded his body, surging though stone muscles and empowering him to heights of strength thousands of times above his previous level. He instantly understood that this was no transformation from what he was, but rather a return to what he should have been.
Johnathan stayed in the cave almost until dawn the next day, relearning his body. He found that in addition to the remarkable physical increases his affinity for stone had deepen greatly, with only a thought he could call the stone to him, and order it to move and take shapes like one would order a favored dog. He also found that it was possible to suppress his new form, returning to his old body, now with massive scar across the chest, although even as a human he retained much of the strength and vitality of his true form. Cloaking himself in flesh once again he returned to his life, keeping the secret of what had happened to him silent. For with the fog lifted from his mind he was quick to notice the unnatural state of the town of Farfield, so many other people asking no questions, thinking no strange thoughts about their powers. He figured that the fog that had lain over his mind for so long must have the rest of the town in it's grips as well. With his greatly enhanced physical strength he found it hard to partake in many of his old activities, to much of a twitch of his fingers could shatter the glass of beer at the pub, an errant strike of the chisels could shatter the piece he was working along with the chisel itself, and the idea of boxing against unaugmented with fists that could reduce a rock to dust with a slight squeeze was of course right out the window. And so Jonathan made excuses, saying that his health was getting worse, and drew back from many of the activities he partook in before, rarely going out to drink and only merely watching the boxing matches. He was desperate to keep his secret safe, for the warning emblazoned in the cave still burned in his mind. Alongside pictographs of strange creatures, including possibly himself or others like him, fighting on grand scale battles and writing in a language that his tattered mind still could not understand, was a warning in English. Written, Johnathan thought, from himself to himself. That stated only that "There is no hope that I avoid their notice now. I will remove my heart and hide it away, in hopes that after they have taken my mind some part of me may still remain to eventually rekindle my true self." Only his burning need to know the truth of what was going on and the fear that he might be being watched kept him from trying to flee the city. Slowly and carefully he reached out to others who seemed to have broken free or been unaffected by the fog, unsure if he could trust them, but needing to find allies against his unknown fears.
Description: Johnathan block is a massive tan skinned man who appears to be sometime in his early forties. He stands slightly over six and a half feet feet tall, and his body is packed with large muscles. Typically he wears heavy leather worksman clothing, sometimes coated with a layer of stone dust. He's naturally bald and as keeps himself clean shaven, presenting a smooth head on which rests a roughly chiseled face of hard angles that often makes him appear less happy or more menacing then he truly is. A short neck soon gives way to broad shoulders that top large arms bearing thick and calloused hands. His barrel like torso is heavily packed with muscles and a massive scar runs across his chest. The lines of his body are normally quite straight and chunky, almost giving the impression of a man crudely carved from some lump of rock. An impression that becomes much more literal when he changes his form. His already bulky frame increases in size even more so, flesh is transformed into shining black obsidian. Veins of shining gold rise up from under his skin and burst though the cracks in his body and from between the joins. This golden pattern forms a flexable semiliquid material that allows his body to flex and move.
AspectsQualitiesCatchpharase:Connections: 1: The Unaug boxing club of farfield. A group made by and for the suspiciously small in number unauged community, they love the physical sport of boxing untainted by unfair augmented advantages. 2: The Farfield Granite Warehouse. Jonathans business, although he no long openly works the stone, he still loves the work, and runs the business side as well as ever. The few employees he has are probably the closet to family he has, at least as far as he is aware.
Idenity: Johnathan Block, local business owner. A man in increasingly poor health, but still respected in the community.
Motivation: Finding the Secret of Farfield and his own origin. What sinister darkness lays hidden under this idealistic community and why did he spend so long living here in a daze? Although he fears that looking into it will bring his end, Johnathan is driven to find out what exsactly is going on!
ChallengesEnemy: Some sinister force holds Farfield in it's clutches, and for an unknown number of years held Johnathan as well. What is this force? Who is behind it? Whatever the truth is, it's certain that they have nothing good for Johnathan in mind!
Personal: Man of Steel, world of Tissue paper. With Johnathans great physical strength comes the issues inherent with being able to reduce pretty much anything you touch to dust. He must exercise constant restraint to avoid destruction of properties and lives, and this situation only becomes worse when he's transformed. His strength jumps up even higher and the hard rock of his body poor tactile senses makes it harder to tell how much force he is applying
Social: When Johnathan changes he takes on quite a terrifying aspect. An Obsidian monster, terrifying to many, especially those who don't know it.
Social: Currently Johnathan enjoys a position as a respectable small business owner. If people were to witness his transformation into the obsidian monster it could harm his business interests and social life, not to mention bring down whatever conspiracy is controlling the town of Farfield down directly on his head.
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