Name:
Damion Arthur Wagner
Nicknames:
Art
Alias:
Fortitude
Gender:
Hot Dog
Birthday:
June 29, 1988 (Currently 25)
Height:
6'2
Weight:
220 lbs
Hair Colour:
Natural Ash Brown
Eye Colour:
Crystal Blue
Appearance:
Damion is a tall young man in the peak of his physical fitness. Decently built with a well toned body, Damion has the physique of a natural athlete. Some might say he is slightly lean for his age but this is mostly due to his height that makes him look more lean than he really is. As such he best resembles a long distance runner, being tall, lithe, and trim. He is considered by quite a few members of the fairer sex to be a handsome man.
Abilities:
Invulnerability - The accident left Damion with an incredibly powerful body. His skin and bones are capable to withstand great heat without blistering, great cold without freezing, and great impact without injury. His current limit is determined by his stamina. The more fatigue he has underwent, the easier it is to damage him. At max, Damion can only survive the force of a single grenade. At his lowest, heat, and cold will never bother him but he can be harmed by knives and small arms fire. No matter his limit, Damion is immune to most Earthly diseases and toxins. Potentially he can one day become completely invulnerable.
Superhuman Strength - Damion's physical strength is enhanced to beyond human, and is sufficiently strong enough to lift up to 4 tons. If he wanted to, he could bench press a Toyota and bend metal with his bare hands. His leg muscles carry the same level of strength, allowing him to jump 40 feet into the air and run at approximately 40-50 mph.
Superhuman Endurance
- Damion is able to endure extreme physical trauma that would otherwise kill a normal person, such as broken bones, stab wound, and skull fracture.
Sample Post:
He stood in the candy aisle of the convenience store located directly on the corrupt part of town; a side of town that held a higher crime rate where the police turned their back as long as money was involved. The air tensed heavily when the three men walked in. Arrogance carried in their boisterous voices. Damion's eyes shifted to the men whilst hiding behind the shadowy of the hood of the gray jacket. He could see what the cashier couldn't. One of the members moved his shirt a bit, illuminating the revolver tucked into his pants. It didn't bode well in Damion's eyes.
A few minutes passed of the men roaming around the store, talking amongst themselves but loud enough for everyone to overhear. Words about whores, and the streets. Wannabe thugs in Damion's eyes. Ten years spent in the penitentiary taught him all he needed about real thugs. A scream from a female shopper brought Damion from his inner thoughts. They had finally made their move; one of the thugs aimed his revolver toward the cashier. They screamed for the money. He knew he had to do something but why do anything when he could avoid the conflict. Damion grabbed the candy bar he wanted and walked to the cash register. The man with the revolver turned to point it at Damion's head.
"Look. I just want this candy bar." The handsome man placed the snickers on the counter.
"Get the fuck back before I blow your head off." The main thug aggressively yelled.
Damion smirked at the reply. "Do it then. Probably too much of a punk to do it. A real man uses action, not words." he played to the thug's anger and it worked. Without a second thought, the trigger was pulled, igniting the chamber and sending the bullet flying forward. It met Damion's face with a hard thud, crushed from the pure power of Damion's invulnerability. Everyone stared in awe giving superhuman the chance to grip the thug's wrist. One squeeze was all it took to literally hear the sound of the bones breaking under the grip of Damion.
"Leave. Now. Before I do more damage." A commanding voice sent shivers down their spines and those wannabe thugs ran as fast as they could out the convenience store. "So Cashier...how much is that snickers?"
