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Clyde Gilbert

"Stop being so...boring. I hate boring. I'm allergic to boring." WIP

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a character in “To The Sky!”, as played by StupidFoxx

Description

↓ alias.
Afterburn

↓ alliance.
Villain

↓ class.
Class C

↓ ability.
Combustion (aka setting things on fire and making them go boom)

↓ stats.
▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉⎜AGILITY - 6/10
▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉⎜STAMINA - 4/10
▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉⎜STRENGTH - 5/10
▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉⎜INTELLIGENCE - 2/10

↓ extra notes.
As a "Baby" Villain, he doesn't really do much within the league - well, y'know, aside from causing trouble and giving everyone really, really big and terrible headaches. He is, however, loyal, and easy to push around, which is why no one's yet gotten around to actually throttling him.

↓ full name.
Clyde Anthony Gilbert

↓ age.
Seventeen / 5th June

↓ gender.
Male / Bisexual

↓ appearance.
Image
He's blond, five-foot-ten, and weighs about as much as a sack of potatoes, which isn't very much, actually. He's built lightly - lean and slender, but with enough strength in what little muscle he has to lift a few automobiles. He's also got a few scars here and there, which is basically everywhere. He has two long ones slashed diagonally across the right side of his face (one going across his right eye), another going around his right shoulder, and more on the rest of his body (which can, at this point, pretty much be described as one large scar with occasional areas of skin). Most of them are burns; others, like the ones one his face, are knife wounds, and the rest are bullet wounds, lacerations, etc.

He mostly wears things that are light, comfortable, and loose, but not loose enough to actually pose a risk of catching fire. He's partial to boots, mostly because he thinks they look cool, but usually settles for sneakers because they're lighter and much easier to steal. Footwear tends to melt at relatively high temperatures. Clyde is pretty much a walking furnace, and thus needs to change footwear more often than what's considered healthy.

↓ biography.
BIO GOES HERE (try to condense into three paragraphs maximum por favor)

↓ likes.
  • Food. He will eat anything and everything he can get his hands on, except cauliflowers because they're terrible and disgusting and evil in a way that no villain living or dead could ever hope to compare. He also may or may not be slightly jealous of Swallow because of this.
  • Setting things on fire. It's one of the few things he's actually good at, and he can't be called a pyromaniac (emphasis on maniac) for nothing.
  • Causing trouble. It's not that he wants to actively hurt people. He just likes watching them run around and scream and panic because it's funny, and he likes funny things.
  • His scars. Some people try their damndest to hide theirs but he's actually proud of his scars because they represent all the pain and hardships he'd ever experienced, and that he's strong enough to have endured them. He knows the stories behind each one, and he'd even tell you, if you'd like.
  • Being a villain, because he can do what he wants without having to worry about whether people like him or not.

↓ dislikes.
  • Getting wet. When your primary ability is setting things on fire, you'd hate it too. Except baths. He loves baths, actually, and pools, but getting wet without the intention of cleaning himself is completely out of the question.
  • Boredom; his natural enemy. He hates it. He always has to be kept entertained, or there will be consequences - consequences which include, but are not limited to things catching fire and/or blowing up.
  • Secrets. He likes knowing things, and he doesn't like it when people keep things from him because he hates not knowing things, and will thus actively seek out answers.
  • Long-winded speeches/sermons. He has the attention span of a ten year-old and words both bore and confuse him.
  • Thinking. Like actual thinking. Stuff that involves logic and whatnot. He may be a bit more intelligent than your normal human being, but he doesn't like using it very much because thinking is tiring and he'd very much go and actually do stuff instead of wasting time thinking of what to do.

↓ fears.
  • Dying in a non-spectacular fashion. He'd always thought death to be both a very fantastic and equally frightening thing, and he would very much like to go out in a bang rather than, say, getting crushed by a falling car, or choking on his own spit, or other tasteless, boring ways to die.
  • He has abandonment issues. He lived most of his life alone, and thus treasures each and every connection and friend he's managed to make. Especially now that's he's part of something. It would definitely kill him to lose whatever it is that he's got with all the other villains.
  • Permanently losing his powers. He's entertained the thought in the past, and came to the conclusion that it's the single worst thing ever, and that suicide is the only answer should it ever occur.

↓ aspirations.
  • To be recognized as a real villain and to do more than just drive people insane.
  • To make an explosion large and powerful enough to be seen from outer space.

↓ extra talents.
  • He likes making things from little bits of wood like carvings and such, and even small toys. He's quite good at it, and his works can be surprisingly detailed if he puts some effort into it.
  • He's very flexible. He can put a leg behind his head, bend his fingers backwards until they touch his wrist and everything.
  • If anything, he has a pretty decent singing voice.

↓ strengths.
  • His abilities are heat related. That being said, he can heat, set fire to, and even blow up objects through sheer willpower alone. He can also turn his immediate surroundings a few degrees higher if he so wished, and even eliminating water molecules by applying enough heat to break the bonds that hold them together. However, he has yet to try this on human beings and other living things.
  • That being said, he can also, to some extent, breathe fire, but since he's an organic being and therefore quite flammable, he always ends up with more scorched taste buds than he's entirely comfortable with.
  • Fortunately, the above only applies to his insides. His skin is tough enough to withstand very, very high temperatures, and even direct contact with fire.

↓ weaknesses.
  • He can set things on fire, but he can't control fire. At least, not yet.
  • The degree and intensity of the explosions he creates is directly proportional to the size of whatever he's trying to blow up, and the how hard and how long he concentrates to make it blow up. Therefore, the bigger the object, the harder and the longer he has to concentrate, and the longer and harder he concentrates, the stronger the explosion. This can be very tiring, and so he can't produce more than one or two large scale explosions at a time.

So begins...

Clyde Gilbert's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Samuel Cassio Character Portrait: Judah Myles Character Portrait: Blake "Derecho" McKinzie Character Portrait: Eric Haydon Character Portrait: Lilith Ross Character Portrait: Clyde Gilbert
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Darkspawn hadn't been gentle with her little temper tantrum. From the moment he hit the ground, Swallow was out like a light—or at least, he had been. The instant Cuirass piled on those anti-superpower death rays of his, Swallow's entire body twitched and jolted in protest. The effect was something akin to a particularly unpleasant alarm clock. He was wide awake within milliseconds.

Immediately, he wished he wasn't. It felt like there were a hundred squirrels armed with jackhammers drilling holes in his brain. And his jaw. And his stomach. Oh, god, his tortured stomach. Valiently trying to digest things normal stomachs were never supposed to digest, which absolutely sucked because, what do you know, all of a sudden Swallow had a normal stomach.

He rolled over (and instantly felt like dying) and managed a half-hearted, squinty-eyed glare at the veteran superhero. Not that the guy noticed; stupid blustering old coot was too busy yelling his head off at his stupid underlings—wait, was that Sam he was ordering around? What the heck? Sam was a…Sam was a hero? Well, damn. And he kind of liked the guy, too.

…So…did that mean everything Sam said had been a lie—? The whole fan thing? It had all been a set up, hadn't it?

And Blake, had she been lying, too? Was she some sort of creepy undercover superhero agent in disguise as well?

Bolstered by a dull sort of anger, Swallow opened his mouth to call them out, but what came out was something markedly less coherent than he would have liked.

"Ugh-bleaurgghhh," he said, and then promptly vomited. The lovely sight of half-digested charcoal and cardboard and bits of cloth and metal flowed out for the entire world to behold.

Effing Cuirass, he thought, struggling to wobbly feet. Hate, hate, hate him. So much. All his superpowers, everything that made him special, everything that made him Swallow—gone. Stripped away on a whim, because Cuirass was a freaking superhero, and people kissed the ground he walked on, so he could do whatever he wanted. Even today. Especially today.

And yes, how hypocritical of stupid lowly Swallow, the stupid lowly villain, to think such things, when he was abusing his abilites as well! Well, screw that. He was a villain. Laws only applied to the good guys, wasn't that right? He just wanted to have fun, but noooo, Cuirass had to show his ugly face and make everything suckier than suck.

"Get…him…away…I…I can't breathe."

The horribly desperate voice pulled Swallow out of his self-hosted pity party, if only for a moment. It was, surprisingly, the lovely Miss Blake. Her face was a study in panic; one hand flailed uselessly in air, while the other clawed at the brick wall behind her like a desperate, dying fish out of water…wait, wrong metaphor. Swallow's brain was still a bit fuzzy. Still, he was lucid enough to realize that Blake probably wasn't in with the good guys, if the blatant fear on her face was anything to go by. If Swallow had been, for whatever reason, set up, then she wasn't in on it.

With a grunt and a haphazard swipe of his sleeve on his face, Swallow half-swayed, half-stumbled his way over to the group of posturing idiots. Vaguely, he noticed that a crowd was gathering as well.

He swung up an arm and pointed at the group with a finger that wobbled in a less-than-menacing way.

"You," he said, and was pleased to see that actual words were exiting his mouth this time. "You all suck."

Then he grabbed Blake's flailing hand and tugged placed it in Sam's clenched one. Bits of vomit from his sleeve stuck to Sam's skin, not that Swallow cared. If the hero-in-diguise couldn't deal with it, then too bad.

He fixed Sam with an unsteady stare. "Mr. Not-Fan. You a superhero, right? Then go do some superheroing. Here's a damsel in distress. Freaking get her out of Mr. Ugly's range."

Then, as fast as a he possibly could without throwing up, he dashed away.

"Villain exit stage left," he muttered.

Ten meters later, the oppressing atmosphere lifted. Swallow allowed himself a grin. Well, that was that. Too many crazy superheros about; it was back to HQ for him. Even if it was only, like, four o'clock or something.

All in all, it wasn't a bad day. Not exactly fun toward the end, but definitely not boring. Sure, Darkspawn was pissed at him, for whatever reason, but that was like her default setting. And he got to meet Eiseth! That wasn't something you got to do every day. Afterburn was gonna be so sorry for opting to stay back at HQ the entire day like a boring hermit sloth… Ah, he was gonna be so jealous!

His mind already alight with the tall tales he'd tell, Swallow slipped into one of the super-duper-secret entrances that led to the underground lair of villains. It was an obscure, smelly little back alley with several dumpsters, plus a dumpster that wasn't really a dumpster. With an easy heave of his arms, he lifted the top, climbed in, closed the lid, burrowed through several feet of old garbage bags, and found the latch to a trapdoor. His usual route of entrance. Bingo.

Now he'd just shimmy his way down, navigate the twisted passages that he had (uncharacteristically) memorized, and then he'd be home free. He'd relax a bit, avoid Darkspawn until she cooled down, and brag to anyone who cared to listen of his overland exploits.



Half an hour later, the door to Afterburn's bunk flew open.

"Hey, Gil!"

"Gil," aka Afterburn, looked up in dull surprise (Afterburn was the only person Swallow knew who could pull off that kind of expression).

Swallow let a slow grin spread across his face, the kind he knew annoyed the crap out of the other junior villain. "You'll never guess what happened to me today…"