Description
A tall humanoid, Super Monkey Man stands about seven feet tall when properly postured. Strangely enough, though, he most frequently slouches forward quite heavily, angling him self forward almost like a gorilla. His legs are long and thick, though not overly so. In fact, most of his body is fairly lean, though clearly muscled. He seems a bit lanky, even for his height.
His somewhat thin frame is certainly noticeable, as his main article of clothing is what appears to be a flannel jumpsuit, cut off at the ankles to show his odd, hand-like feet. The suit is really very dirty, giving one the impression that the lanky individual within it does not remove it often. There fabric is well-worn, with patches of similarly, though not always exactly the same, colored material sewn on here and there. Three large buttons appear to hold it closed from neck to chest, each a different style and sewn on with a different color of thread. There are large stitched lines scattered across the suit, indicating that it has been cut open in the past. Upon closer inspection, one might see dried blood mixed in with some of the dirty stains.
Attached to the shoulders of the flannel jumpsuit is a ragged cape, hanging almost down to the man's ankles. The cape is made of a more flowing and thin material, though this is also worn. There are burn marks, holes, and a few patches not unlike those on the suit. The bottom edge is noticeably worn and more than a bit ragged.
Attached atop this and around the collar is a hood of the same material the suit is composed of, hanging down and forward a bit so as to obscure the hero's(for he is indeed a hero) face. At the crest of the hood, positioned so it sits on the man's forehead, hanging over his face as a sort of parody, is what seems to be a monkey's face, sewn on the hood, one of its button eyes hanging from a length of thread that has come loose. On the sides are what seem to be ears, sewn together out of several layers of felt.
Positioned below the sewn monkey's face is a true face, and one that seems to sit in stark contrast to the somewhat humorous attire described above. To call it a face may be a bit of a mistake, though, as very little skin is actually visible. What lies below is, on the bottom, a gas mask. The mask is round and grey, with two fairly flat, cylindrical filters attached to the lower parts of each side. Above that is a ceramic mask, the eyes of which are covered by two bulbous, smooth ovals that seem to glow dimly from behind. Beyond the masks there seems to be some tan, or perhaps somewhat orange skin, as well as a hint of blue, matted hair hanging down from above.
At the end of his long arms are fingerless gloves, partially covering thin, refined hands. The skin displayed here also seems to walk to line between tan and orange, his nails pink against the darker cuticles.
Personality
Aside from his very obvious physical characteristics, the Monkey Man has more subtle personal characteristics. Though not a powerful and commanding presence, this masked individual has an air of certainty about him. His calm demeanor and serious nature are tempered by his mild and appropriate sense of humor, making him quite amiable, but not so much as to be called charismatic.
Strangely, though he must surely be aware of how strange he looks to others, he appears to be quite unaware of his own laughable appearance.
Equipment
Aside from his suit and masks, Super Monkey Man only has a leather belt around his waist. It is reminiscent of one that might be worn by an officer of the law, though it lakes the firearm holster and magazine pouches. Instead, he has one large leather pouch for a notebook and pencil, a few long pouches that appear too thin to hold magazines for a firearm, and a set of handcuffs held on by a simple leather strip with a snap fastener.
Beyond the belt, his only other physical pieces of equipment are some marble-sized devices contained within the thin pouches on his belt, and a cranial implant that he developed him self. The implant enables Super Monkey Man to monitor his own biometrics, as well as keep in contact with his electro-being ally and seemingly adopted son, TOMMY. The being functions like an AI, capable of interfacing with machines, as well as assess the sensory data he receives from Super Monkey Man's implant at speeds beyond that of most super computers. The implant also houses a small amount of nano-bots that TOMMY can control remotely to aid in SMM's natural healing or to further investigate specific parts of his physiology.
Beyond equipment, Super Monkey Man appears to have some level of super-human strength and agility, perhaps due to his modified D.N.A.
Super Monkey Man also has some moderate level of magical knowledge, though he does not have much aptitude for using magic him self. This is also, perhaps, due to his modified D.N.A.
Though he cannot use magic, SMM does store within his body, or rather, within his being, a magical artifact from his universe of origin. This artifact is simply known as The Golden Banana, and allows Super Monkey Man to summon and control bananas down to a molecular level. It should be noted that the composition of these bananas is very different from most of the fruit one might refer to as a "banana". They contain much more potassium, as well as some other varied elements that may or may not exist in whatever world the Monkey Man currently resides, and as such are not very good for eating. They do, however, make excellent weapons when compressed or modified by SMM's will. The summoned bananas are magical in nature, and therefore fade away after some time.
History
Tom Ellinson was a scientist in a perpendicular universe, one that was and is quite different from the one he is in now. In that universe, or realm, as he calls it, humans were a minority, an “un-evolved” species that was weaker than the rest. Though they could have become whatever they wanted in the past, the humans chose to remain human out of stubbornness when they had the chance to be something far greater. Tom Ellinson was born into the aftermath of that; set to rot on a secluded continent on a secluded world, soon to be devoured by the evils that it could not protect its self from. After seeing the way his race lived; the ignorance, the weakness, Tom decided to make him self better. He might not have been born better, but he knew he could become better.
Tom spent the early portion of his life, which, despite his being human, was significantly longer than a human from any other realm, studying to become a geneticist. He went through the schooling, picking the truths from the lies, for the government knew what a properly educated geneticist could do. Finally, when he thought he had done enough research and prepared himself adequately, Tom Ellinson infused his own D.N.A. with several strings of foreign primate D.N.A., mutating his body into something that no other being in the universe was. His feet became those of the great apes, with the thumbs elongated on purpose, so he could grasp objects with a bit more dexterity. His muscles enlarged, and, with the twists he made to that part of his D.N.A., he gained the strength of twenty men. He became more agile, more flexible, attaining a level of physical capability that no other member of his race had. He was what he had dreamed of becoming, but now he had to make his way to the lands of those he knew he belonged with.
A strange journey ensued, eventually dumping the Monkey Man in a far off metropolis filled with diverse and wonderful creatures...or, people, I suppose, since the majority of them were sentient. Along his journey SMM had picked up some of the magical knoweldge of the land, as well as a useful artifact called the Golden Banana. This object gave him a few strange abilities, but he soon found that in the land he now resided, those abilities weren't so strange after all.
Many things happened: SMM made friends, found a family, even found a wife...but it wasn't meant to last. The original people of this realm he was born into had been fools, and the price of their foolishness was payed by all of its residents...even Tom Ellinson, who soon found him self to be the last of six, the last of an entire universe that was torn apart by the evil its inhabitants invoked. The day he fled, Tom lost his happiness. He had gotten all that he wanted, but it wasn't what was planned for him. He soon found him self in a new realm, a new world, and a new society....a society where what he was neither normal nor accepted....a society where he was alone....a society where he was a freak.
So begins...
A man in a ridiculous costume swaggered along the side of the road, slouching lower than a normal man ought to. His face was covered by an eye mask and a gas mask, and his head was shrouded by a hood with a monkey face embroidered on it. He stopped as he neared a store. The glass exploded outward from the force of the bullets inside. SMM stood, confused. Why did bullets just go through a window?
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Man this city is HUGE!
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*feels a slight tremor of energy*
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Aneres Coreveon wasn't dressed as obscurely as she would have liked to believe. The shimmering white kimono-style overlayer embroidered with golden moons down the sleeves, the long-hemmed fringe coming to rest just above the hemline of golden bell-bottoms. Beneath was a plain white top. A golden chain poked out from the collar but the rest of it was tucked beneath the shirt.
There was nothing Aneres could do about the bodyguards who followed her, but she had grown used to that to some degree. At least they let her style them at this point. It made everyone's job easier.
Aneres flicked golden braids to look one way up the street, then the other, then back again. A grunt from one of the bodyguards signaled that it was alright to cross. Halfway across the street she felt a slight tremor of energy. The bodyguards picked up their pace and hurried Aneres across. She didn't protest. They came to stop a stone's throw from a mercedes, a man perched atop the back.
"Did you feel that?" Aneres asked the man, half looking down her nose despite the fact that he was literally seated higher up than where she stood. Her tone wasn't pretentious but there was something about it that dripped with royalty.
"Bristol, very nice to meet you," Aneres extended her own hand and delicately gripped his. She frowned upon hearing that he didn't know what it was either.
"I am Aneres, as I prefer to be called," She regally addressed Bristol with a smile, "Princess of Aurealas. A pleasure to meet you. Is that what brings you here? Looking for the source of the disturbance? I will admit I haven't felt it anywhere else but here."
One of her Over's coughed. She rolled her eyes. They were always concerned she would reveal too much. Aneres had yet to do so.
The Rocketeer mutters "Bloody Hell... How'm I gonna get off-planet?"
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Ha. That's my problem too. Where you tryna get to?
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Ha. See you, man. I gotta go somewhere.
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As Peter continues down the street in his heavy armor, he glances around. He's searching for someone, even if it takes him forever to find them. All he knows is that they're somewhere in this city. In his momentary thought, his eyes pass over a few people, one of them being the very person he was looking for. They should recognize him easily enough, though, so maybe this mistake won't cost him anything. He turns on his radio, rapidly tuning through frequencies until he finds one, a simple music station. He listens as he advances further down the street.
In a little cafe, just the other side of the border...
Leviathan roared in fury as it burst from the shadows, an incredible thing considering its size. Looming over the historic district of Main Street,
LEVIATHAN had once again emerged.
WHO... DISTURBS... MY... SLUMBER?
it rumbled, drawing upon ancient sands of nostalgia. The windows of Gambit's Bar rattled, surely drawing the attention of any inside.
Leviathan waited for the winds to return a reply, but heard nothing — all but the hum of spacecraft, coming from the bizarre area to the north. Having been asleep for over a decade in his own time, this was a new sound in a city that felt unfamiliar, despite this very creature being there at the beginning.
In a huff, Leviathan stomped off, stepping over one building before crushing another in his slither towards the sound.
