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The Mutant

A mutant from the future with the ability to charge everyday objects with explosive energy.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by crazybilliscrazy

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Character’s full name: Ellis Hooke
Character’s nickname: Hook
Reason for nickname: His last name and his hook shaped nose
Birth date: July 14, 2321

Physical appearance
Age: 37
How old does he/she appear: 46
Weight: 180 lbs
Height: 5'11''
Body build: Muscular
Shape of face: square
Eye color: Brown normally, Red when using his powers
Glasses or contacts: Occasionally wears goggles.
Skin tone: Tan
Distinguishing marks: Face is covered in scars
Predominant features: Scars, Large Nose
Hair color: Brown, though starting to turn gray
Hairstyle: Very short, nearly shaved
Voice: English Accent
Overall attractiveness: Battled scared, Ugly
Usual fashion of dress: Helmet with spikes sticking out of it, worn brown jacket, faded desert fatigue bottoms, goggles hanging around his neck, leather fingerless gloves, combat boots, leather holsters
Jewelry or accessories: Helmet, Goggles, his guns, clips and belts of ammo wrapped around his torso.

Personality
Good personality traits: Good Sense of Humor, Confident
Bad personality traits: Arrogant, Short-tempered
Mood character is most often in: Joking
Sense of humor: Mean spirited bordering on Sadistic
What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil? Losing his powers
Character is most at ease when: Relaxing in a bar
Most ill at ease when: In Battle
Enraged when: Insulted
Priorities: His Own Survival is held above all else.
Life philosophy: Do whatever it takes to survive

Powers & Abilities:
Able to charge anything with explosive energy. The amount of time it takes for the object to explode is directly proportionate to the size of the object.

Special Attacks:

Exploding Bullets: He charges his guns as he shoots them, channeling energy into the bullets, which explode on impact.

Energy Gauntlets: He charges his hands with energy, which turn into gauntlets that explode which each successful punch. This explosion of raw energy will not harm The Mutant, as it is his own energy that he is using.

Self Destruct: As a last ditch effort, he will charge himself with energy and explode, destroying himself and all of those around him.

Equipment

Twin Machine Pistols: kept in holsters on his hips. He carries two spare clips for each gun, strapped to the holsters.
Browning Model 20A6: A modified BAR Machine Gun from the future. He keeps two spare belts of ammo for it wrapped around his chest. The gun itself hangs from his back.
Pins: Keeps countless metal pins in his jacket, which he can charge and throw.
EMP: He usually has two EMP grenades strapped to his belt, one next to each holster. Functions like a normal grenade, except instead of exploding, it sends out a massive electromagnetic pulse, frying all technology within a radius of 20 feet.

So begins...

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The Mutant stood outside the bar, looking up at the sign, removing his green lensed goggles and letting them dangle around his neck. "Gambit's Bar, eh?" He rubbed his chin, thinking. "I haven't had a pint in ages..." He pushed open the bar door with one leather gloved hand and entered, his steps thumping and his weapons jangling slightly as he stood in the center of the bar floor, looking around. "Haven't been to a bar in ages..." he muttered to himself.

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The Mutant looked around at all of the couples kissing and such, his helmet rattling slightly as he did so. "Oi!" he yelled, crassly in his English accent. "What's everyone snogging for?!" He made his way over to the bar, where he smacked a hand down on the bar, in order to get the attention of both the bartender and the patrons in the bar. "Can a bloke get a drink round 'ere?!"

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The Mutant frowned, not happy that he was ignored by the bartender. "Bloody Fucking 'Ell." He vaulted over the counter, landing on the other side with a loud thump. "Let's see what we've got 'ere." He began looking through the various bottles and liquors, attempting to find something that he would like to drink.

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The Mutant stood outside the bar, looking up at the sign, removing his green lensed goggles and letting them dangle around his neck. "Gambit's Bar, eh?" He rubbed his chin, thinking. "I haven't had a pint in ages..." He pushed open the bar door with one leather gloved hand and entered, his steps thumping and his weapons jangling slightly as he stood in the center of the bar floor, looking around. "Haven't been to a bar in ages..." he muttered to himself.

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The Mutant stood outside the bar, looking up at the sign, removing his green lensed goggles and letting them dangle around his neck. "Gambit's Bar, eh?" He rubbed his chin, thinking. "I haven't had a pint in ages..." He pushed open the bar door with one leather gloved hand and entered, his steps thumping and his weapons jangling slightly as he stood in the center of the bar floor, looking around. "Haven't been to a bar in ages..." he muttered to himself.

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The Mutant made his way over to the counter and knocked a knuckle against the wood. "Can I get a pint over here, mate?" He looked around for a bartender, his helmet rattling and his goggles swinging about as he did so.

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The Mutant frowned at the lack of service and vaulted over the counter, landing with a thump on the other side. He began to sift through the various bottles and beers under the bar until he found something that he liked. "Ah...here we are..." He grinned, revealing his crooked and yellow teeth. "Some scotch..." he poured some Johnny Walker into a glass with some ice. "Just what the doctor ordered."

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The Mutant turned as he raised his glass to his lips, taking a good long sip and watching Savine attack a woman. He shrugged, downing the scotch and savoring the flavor. He didn't care that she was being attacked, it was the way of the wasteland: watch your own neck and nobody else's. He sat down on the bar, watching Xavier pour out the liquor, save for the bottle of scotch he was still clutching. "Bit of a waste, eh mate?"

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The Mutant raised an eyebrow as the guns came out. He made no move, save for sipping his scotch and avoiding flying bottles from Xavier's direction. However, his muscles remained tensed, preparing to react if he is threatened in any way.

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The Mutant turned, his muscles tensing even more as he watched the people attempting to serve a warrant on the individual with the gun and the woman he was trying to protect. He made no move to stop them, instead downing the rest of his drink and letting out a very satisfied sigh. "Grand stuff it is."

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The Mutant tightened his grip on the empty glass in his hand, his brown eyes turning a dark red as he allowed energy to flow into the cup, a red aura lingering around it. He didn't like the idea of being surrounded and was going to make sure that he was going to get out. He whipped the glass at the door, causing it to first shatter, then explode, blowing away what remained of the door's frame, revealing some of the agents positioned outside. "Fuckin' A."

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The Mutant dropped down from the roof of a nearby building, landing on all fours in the side alley with a thump that could be heard from inside the bar. "Shite." he growled, rising to his feet and passing through the door into the bar, dusting off his faded brown jacket. He didn't particularly LIKE the bar, but he knew that it was a place where information was easy to get. He walked over to the bar, grumbling, and sat down.

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The Mutant turns to see Dion Leonfisk sitting next to him. He takes one look at him and turns to face the other way. "Yeesh. That one could use a bit of sun, couldn't he?" He taps the person sitting next to him on the shoulder, motioning towards Dion with a smirk and a wink.

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The Mutant watched as the woman threw bits of napkin at him and other patrons of the bar. "Oi, ya bloody wench, stop that, will ya?" His brow was furrowed and his spiked helmet rattled slightly as he turned to watch the pale fellow (Dion) try to make a move on her.

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The Mutant caught the napkin, crushing it in a leather gloved hand and charging it, his eyes shining a dark red for a moment before tossing the napkin right between her and Dion, only to have it explode in a small pop, about as loud as a fire cracker. "Bloody Slag."

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The Mutant narrowed his eyes, leaning across the bar and grabbing a handful of Dion's shirt, yanking the man towards him and placing his face inches from his own. "Is there somethin' wrong with the way I talk?" he growled in this thick English accent.

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The Mutant pulls his arms away, avoiding the punch as he draws his two machine pistols, cocking them and pointing them at the man's face, his hands gripping the handles tightly and his trigger fingers itchy. He was already charging the guns with energy, ready to spew exploding bullets in the man's direction. "You best stop makin' funna me, ya filthy fuckin' twat."

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The Mutant would open fire upon Dion as he turned to run at the woman for whatever reason. Red, glowing rounds flew towards Dion, they would explode on contact, causing about as much damage as a grenade, which is why he only shot off a quick burst of them at the vampire. He would ignore the woman's voice, waiting for the smoke to clear to see if he's hit his target.

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The Mutant looked down at his smoking guns, then back up at the vampire. He would lunge to the side, rolling over a table while pulling down his green lensed goggles. "Ya want a fucking fight? I'll give ya a fucking fight!" He placed both hands on the table, flooding it with energy until it too glowed red, then kicked it in Dion's direction, sending it flying through the air. It exploded when it finally reached the man.

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The Mutant watched as the table exploded when the sword collided with it, blowing apart furniture and bar patrons alike. Horn placed his hands on two chairs next to him, charged them, and threw both of them in the vampire's direction. "Insult me, will ya, ya batty fuckin' slag?"

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The Mutant nodded, appearing to have succumbed to the vampire's reasoning. "Yeah, you're right." he nodded, his helmet rattling slightly. He stood across the bar, directly facing the vampire. "Lets stop this senseless violence."

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The Mutant walked down the main street of Wing City, taking a turn at the side alley and walking up to the door. He glanced over his shoulder quickly, his goggles swinging about as he did so, before pulling opening the door and entering Gambit's Bar, his boots thumping against the wood floor. He walked up to the bar and sat down, smacking a hand against the bar. "Scotch."

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The Mutant furrowed his brow before once more vaulting over the counter and landing with a loud thump. "Gotta do everythin' meself..." He grumbles, picking up a bottle of scotch and a glass, pouring himself a drink and taking a sip. "You all are a buncha wankers."

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The Mutant turned towards Motoko, scowling. "Bugger off." He downed his drink, slamming the glass back down on the table. He leapt back over the counter and settling back down on his stool. He scanned the bar, looking for other mutants, or at least people from his time.