Real name: Wayland Smith
Aliases:Brimstone
Relatives:None-
Alignment:Good
Citizenship/P.O.B:Central U.S.A
Marital status:Single
Occupation:Guild member.
Spoken Languages:English, infernal, efreet.
Education:High-school diploma, instinctual grasp of engineering and metals.
Theme Song:Fury Of The Wild - Hammerfall
Wayland, is like a cosmic hiccup, something was misfiled, and a thread that is [forge] gets tied into where a thread that is (human) should have been. He at the very core of his existence, is just fire, and ash, and steel.
Characteristics:
Age:25
Gender:Male
Height:6'0”
Weight: 147lbs(before powers.) 323lbs(now that his muscle and tissue is laced with molten metal.)
Eyes:Dark Amber
Hair:Ashen gray
Appearance: Wayland is a tall man, with a slim build. He has short cropped gray hair, and Amber colored eyes that seem to glow with some inner light. He has numerous scars littering his skin, more than could ever be built up by most people and then keep living.
He wears A black three-piece suit and tie, with dress shoes, over which is a long black coat.
Extra physical info:After his powers came to him he gained a faint, but persistent scent of fire, ash, and molten metal about him. Especially when his powers are in use. He smokes to try and cover up that smoke comes from his mouth and nose regardless of them.
Personality: Quiet, steady, watchful, able to keep his head in most situations, and detach himself enough to keep going. Sarcastic at times, with a viciousness when he or those he cares for are threatened. Likes to think about problems before giving an answer, but unafraid to slap it all together and hope for the best.
History prior to The Garden: Wayland was born to a woman he never knew, she abandoned him to his grandmother a month after he was born, His father was a lawyer, who had no need for a son, and never had anything to do with him, his grandfather died of old age four years before he was born.
His grandmother lived on the money left by his grandfather, and though it was hard, she made it work for the both of them. She brought him up the best that she knew how. Teaching him manners, and how to treat people how you yourself want to be treated. He never had the newest things, or the best clothes, but he loved his grandmother and saw how she went without for him, and so, never complained.
He was a quiet child. Always keeping his head down, and trying to keep out of trouble, but the values instilled into him by his Grandmother meant he stood up for people, even when it meant getting into a fight. She wasn't happy about that, but understood. He did well in school, averaging B's and planned to go to college to become an engineer after he graduated.
They lived happily, and she saw him graduate high-school, it was a great day for the both of them. Unfortunately, all good thing must come to an end. And on his twenty first birthday, his grandmother passed away in her sleep, at the age of eighty seven. In his grief his power came to him in a rush of pain, fire, and molten metal he passed out, and woke up in a different place.
Powers: At first it was just constant pain. Like he was on fire. Red hot vomit, that solidified into a mass of cold metal when cool. Food turning to ash in his stomach, and water evaporating. His eyes, and hair changing over night, and a constant feel of the metal around him, and the instinctual knowledge of every type as soon as he saw it, and maybe, someday, what it could become.
Then, he began to experiment, small things of course. Teeth and nails becoming hard as steel and sharp as a dagger. Breathing out smoke, ash, and super heated air. Carefully disguised as a coughing fit. Discovering he has to eat metal to gain nourishment, and that large amounts can help him heal faster, the new metal effectively filling in the wounds. That he was stronger now, heavier, tougher. That the back of his throat lights up when he uses his powers, and warmth spreads from his core, smoke occasionally curling from his mouth and nostrils. A constant sound of the grating of metal on metal when he moves. What the limits are he doesn't know.(Sedatives are burned from his system, before they can take effect.)
Powers(a compilation):the rest coming soon, when I think of names.
-Obstinate Spine
-The Empathy of Steel
-Inanimate Mind
-Teeth, and Talons
-Smoke, and ash
-Cigarette Burner
-Line of steel
-River of Thorns
-Forge
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Skill/Proficiency: Thanks to his powers he now has an instinctual grasp of engineering that allows him to work as a competent mechanic. As long as the technology is some form of combustion engine.
-He is a decent short-order cook, and is able to make many simple meals.(taught by his grandmother.)
-Has some knowledge of how to track, and hunt, but he is not an expert by any stretch.(Learned in Boy Scouts.)
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Likes:
1.Food(Despite not gaining any nutritional value from it, he still enjoys the taste. Even more so now that he doesn't have to worry about fat, or calories.)(His food is delivered with a vial of dense metal shavings to pour over it.)
2.Silence(His youth was spent reading with his grandmother, or listening to classical music, but mostly in comfortable silence.)
3.Parks(open space, trees, happy people. What's not to like?)
Dislikes:
1.Rude people(manners cost us nothing.)
2.Sour cream(Taste disgusting, ugh.)
3.Enclosed spaces.(See fear.)
Strengths:
1.Level headed
2.Patience
Weaknesses:
1.Deep Water(He sinks like a rock. It is extremely difficult, but not impossible for him to swim. His ability to manipulate the metal in his body becomes sluggish when he is submersed in cold water.)
2.Electricity(As his body is almost literally a lightning rod now, his body acts more like a conductor for electricity than ever. He loses control of his powers while charged with electricity, and for a few(3) seconds after.)
3.Immunity to healing magics.(Cannot be healed by magic intended to heal as he calls them:"The fleshy gut bits."
Fear:
1.Claustrophobia(fear of small places.)
Further notes: His heartbeat sounds like a regular one to him, but to anyone else listening to it, it sounds like a hammer striking an anvil.
His skin is no longer as fragile as normal skin being more like leather, but still feeling the same, this added toughness is to hold in heat as his body feels warm to the touch like he has a light fever, but when the skin is broken it lets loose hot air, and he bleeds molten metal.
His bones are now made from an amalgam of multiple types of metal and his marrow is of a similar nature.
His dietary tract, and circulatory system are now basically a furnace that burn away everything except metals, they are now taken and used to fill I whatever gaps in the body that need filled.
Equipment-TBD