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Name: Axel Samson
Age: 25
Eye Color: Amber
Hair Color: Blond
Height: 5'8 ft.
Weight: 164' lbs.
Scars/Tattoos: All up his arms and back are a series of small, pink seams where his quills come from. A single tattoo on his left pectoral of a bright red feather.
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight emotion_rainbow
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Abilities
Spiny Demeanor - Housed within his body are several tens of quills and spines that protrude from his body when forced out. Held within his body, the spines are forced out of his body through excessive change in his body pressure.This adjustment in his body structure has also changed his bones and muscle to be slightly enhanced. Giving him abnormal durability, and strength.
xxxxxx- When his body has a great release in pressure, the spines poke out of their flesh concealment, and with even greater pressure release, they can be shot out from his body.
xxxxxx- When his body has a build up of pressure, the spines will recede back into his body.
xxxxxxxxxxx-- He can generally control the position of his spines by plugging his nose and inhaling or exhaling, causing his natural body pressure to change.
xxxxxxxxxxx-- Due to the spikes being controlled based on body's pressure, any drastic changes to his body's pressure will manipulate his quills. Such as altitude shifts, drastic temperature changes, forced body pressure changes (Such as
xxxxxxxxxxxxxsneezing, using the restroom, yawning), and being in water.
xxxxxxxxxxx-- Additionally, the accuracy at which he can shoot his quills is questionable at best. Doing something precise would be quite rare.
xxxxxxxxxxx-- If a quill is shot or broken, it will take a week to grow back. Quills are made of a sleek, bone like material.
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Race: Human
Personality: In general, Axel is a small, angry man. It wouldn't be rare to find him cursing the world over some form of alcoholic beverage, mostly contained to himself until someone says something he dislikes or causes trouble. When trouble starts, he's the first to respond. He's always looking for reasons to fight, or generally prove how tough he is. Underneath his hard exterior he really is just an insecure man, using his tough shell to cover that fact. His lack of a meaningful formal education puts him a bit behind in the brains department, so it isn't odd to find him struggling to think of words that have more than three syllables. This lack of intelligence doesn't stop him from trying to learn and read though, he's just really slow.
Likes:
♡ Alcohol
♡ Fighting
♡ Paintings
♡ Fast Food
Dislikes:
❦ Not wearing clothes
❦ Clothes shopping
❦ Feeling stupid
❦ Normal people talking about how great it must be to have powers
Biography:
Axel was born, as most people are, into a middle class home with a mother and a father. An only child, he was raised typically by his parents. They recorded his first steps, words, learning to ride a bike, and even his first days to school, and they loved to show him these things whenever the dialogue would allow them too. Born with his powers, he didn't really grow into it until around the age of six, this was also around the time he started to realize that he not only wasn't like every other kid in his grade, he was a complete danger to them. In the turbulent years as a child, a simple sickness could mean the death of anyone behind him, one sneeze sending sharp spines shooting into the air at a deadly velocity. This problem had already manifested itself in many ways, a sneeze would shred his clothing, an airplane ride ended in a wounded passenger and a long explanation to the TSA agents. The spines that lined his body were nothing more than a horrible burden, a horrible danger, and everyone treated him appropriately.
Shoved into the corner of the classroom, not close enough to the back to risk damaging the walls, but not close enough to be within arms reach of another student. It begun his new life as an outcast, no one wanted to be around him, who knew what would set off the spike trap he called his body? Days turned to weeks, weeks to months, and months to semesters, every day he went to school, and was treated like a minefield, well avoided. Some teachers talked to him, but usually they kept their distance as well. It was his early teens when the scientists were able to truly help him realize how his power exactly worked, that subtle change in air pressure in his body causing those things to poke out of his body. He thought that with this understanding, he may be able to finally get a grasp on his life. Maybe when he showed these people who thought he was just a wild card that there was some semblance of reasoning behind his dangerous disposition, he could find a life as a normal student...
And it worked, kinda... Most people still avoided him, but he'd managed to pull the eye of a few of the football players at his school. Nice guys overall, most of them were really interested in his power and now that he had some control over it they thought he may be able to help them. His toughness and unique ability would be a great tool to have around when it came to doing sketchy things. This was about the time he started really slipping in school, joining the football team, to spend more time with his new friends, he'd become accustom to a new culture, popularity and party life. Drugs, girls, alcohol... He loved them all, and thankfully, they liked him back. The rest of his high school career was a spiral, what little education he got before had all but dwindled away, making it by on base knowledge and some help from other students, he rode the high school high as long as he could, till high school ended.
The years wound to an end, and as life does, it moved on. People from high school went away, but the drugs, girls, and partying didn't really. He tried to make his parents happy, going to college, but his lifestyle didn't mix well with an actual serious institute. He didn't make it through his first semester, but boy did he find more parties and addictions. His actions were enough to cut ties with his folk, who had known of his destructive habits and tried to help, but he didn't feel he needed help... until he was all alone. From there, he was stuck. No parents to support him, no friends to help him through his new addicted life style, he moved out on his own. Moving from assisted living to his own apartment. Working minimum wage jobs with construction to keep his fix going until it because too destructive even for his sturdy body. He began breaking down, mentally, physically, even his spikes started losing their color and softening. It was clear his drug addiction was killing him.
So he fought for years with it, all of his early twenties. Rehab trip after rehab trip, scraping by with his minimum wage scraps, earned through blood and sweat. He found financial help through getting a few sketchy jobs, nothing horribly illegal, but he never slept right after a night on the streets. He had to do it to keep going, even though he'd kicked his drug addiction, he'd never free himself from alcohol. He liked it too much, and it didn't seem to be killing him. So he lives his mundane life, continually working in construction, picking up a dirty job here and there of varying prospects. He was sure Fantaisie city would be his tomb.
Strengths
✓ Fist fights
✓ Day drinking
✓ Lifting heavy objects
✓ Feeling superior
Weaknesses
✗ Thinking
✗ Huge spikes coming from his back
✗ Congestion
✗ Angry man
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Extra information:
Theme song: Hazy Miss Daisy - Kid Bloom
Housing District: Ladon District - 412
