Role: Titan double agent
Status: Single and uninterested
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance in Human Form:
Details: He's average height, solid but lithe build, and one mean looking sunuvabitch. He's got a Roman numeral XIII circling his right arm and a Marine Corp. globe/anchor on his left shoulder. Has many scars as well.
Appearance in God form:
Details: Prometheus is tall, he's scary, and he is almost constantly on fire when pissed off. Very, very rarely does he ever wear anything above the waist.
Weapon: Liquid metal lower armor, shaped like something from a Warhammer 40K Space Marine when in god form but as a simple chain around his wrists and legs in human form, that can mold into whatever weapon his mind can come up with. Is limited only by his imagination and the size of his armor, which allows only a usable weapon about as long as a standard phalanx spear. Can also split into different, though smaller, weapons.
Powers: Pain Threshold. Prometheus was bound to a rock and, for years upon years, had his liver ripped out by an eagle. He can take just about any blow in stride and often uses this as a 'style' to throw his opponents off balance in a straight up fight.
Flames: Prometheus can, to an extent, control fire. He can summon it, bend it, and shoot it, but not as well as Hephestus would be able to, for example.
Agility: Being a thinker, Prometheus doesn't work excessively on pure power. He believes that a quick strike at a weak point will drop any enemy, so he focuses on being quicker than his enemy. This has grown to be a power because, for a moment, he can 'flicker' out of existence and reappear anywhere in a hundred foot radius of wherever he started.
Odd thought process: Prometheus has always been smart, but this sets him above everyone else. He doesn't think...normally. When a man says hi to him, he thinks of seven ways to kill him, just as a passing thought. He can sustain up to five different thoughts at once, comparing them and observing how well they mesh, with heavy concentration and is an excellent tactician. Years upon years of sitting on his punishment rock, waiting to have his liver torn out, just thinking, have sharpened and quickened his mind.
Anything Else: Prometheus goes by 'Brice' or 'Mason' while in human form, and normally will not respond to Brice unless someone specific says it. He's also particular about what he wears: all military surplus. In recent years, Prometheus got curious about human military, so he joined the Marines. Twelve years of serving under the Marine Corp. have taught him a lot, and Prometheus now wears their standard desert camo proudly every day. He also believes that no soldiers have ever been more crazy, more eager to fight, and more honorably strong than Marines. Prometheus has gotten into brawls over this. Several.
Also has the particular flaw of getting an adrenalin high when listening to just about anything from Rise Against, a relic from his Marine side no doubt, but he carries around headphones anyway. The extra hyper he gets from this is easily used as a weapon.