Name: Black Friday
Real Name: Unknown
Gender: Male
Race: Unknown, assumed Human
Age: Unknown
Powers: Monstrous strength levels, the ability to affect probability.
Equipment: Fused robotic gauntlet ("Crusha!") to replace lost left hand.
Fighting Style: SMASH!!!
((Ratings Scale: Please rate the following attributes of your character from 1-10, where a 4 is a natural human who engages in intense exercise of that attribute on a daily basis. Please also note that if your character has a strength of 4 normally but can increase it to a level 6 it would be required that you explain this reasoning. For example [When he/she gets really mad] ))
Strength Rating: 9
Speed Rating: 2
Stamina Rating: 2
Agility Rating: 2
Reflexes Rating: 2
Durability: 6
Intelligence: 1
Benchmarks & Vulnerabilities: Black Friday's greatest strengths are his incredible strength and durability. He is able to give and take a massive amount of punishment. He is also able to manipulate the probability fields of anything, meaning that bad luck is rife amongst his enemies during battle. However, his massive bulk and near mindlessness mean that he is incredibly vulnerable to being outwitted and/or outmaneuvered.
Personality: For the most part, Black Friday is a placid creature who simply stares blankly into space, however when enraged he is a single-minded crushing and killing machine.
Origin/Background: Many conflicting stories have been told about the monster known as Black Friday. Some see him born in the sewers of revolutionary France as a by-product of the blood and fury of the time. Other stories place his age at closer to 60 years old, a son to Ken and Mischa Laurent who was tranformed into the monster known as Black Friday through his parents dealings with dark gods. However, the truth is still yet to be divined.
Theme Song: Iron Tusk by Mastodon [url]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W3HVLyI-t3E[/url]
Appearance:
Close to 8ft tall with stark, white skin. He has no hair and no nose. Incredibly muscular. Red shorts, iron boots, an iron chain wrapped around his right wrist, a power gauntlet he calls Crusha! fused to the flesh where his left hand should be. He has dead eyes. His lips look as if they have been torn off.