Post by Victor Creed on Jun 28, 2010 23:29:09 GMT
++Application for Enrollment++
The Person
Name: Victor Creed
Age: Has the physical appearance of a man in his mid 30's although his actual age is closer to 160 give or take a few years.
Place of Birth: Edmonton, Alberta, Canada
Applying too: No One
In what capacity: Freelance
Family: Unnamed mother (deceased), Unnamed father (deceased), Luther Creed (Brother, Deceased)
Height: 6'6
Weight: 380lbs. with adamantium lacing. (270lbs. without)
Appearance:
Skills: Creed is an expert hunter and tracker, even without the use of his heightened senses. Although his extreme arrogance and unkempt, feral look gives him the appearance of stupidity, he is actually quite intelligent, having had plenty of time in his life to pick up the skills nessecary to survive as the world has changed around him.
Victor has a rudimentary knowledge of how to bypass electronic locks aquired over the years with the military, although more complex security systems are beyond him.
Due to his extensive training Victor is an exceptional hand-to-hand combatant, having studied numerous different fighting styles over the last century and while he has the capacity to incapacitate his opponents he has rarely been required to exercise such restraint. Coupled with his heightened physical attributes and his natural weaponary, Victor Creed is arguable one of the most dangerous men on the planet up close. He is also a trained expert in multiple types of weapons, vehicles, explosives, and assassination techniques.
Personality:
Creed is a cold blooded killer pure and simple. A man driven by his instincts to hunt and kill prey of any kind, Creed is both sadistic and psychotic reveling in the bloodshed that inevitably marks his passing.
Victor feels no remorse for those he kills nor any mercy for those he stalks. When the full fury of his animalistic instincts come to the forefront of his mind he is just as likely to tear the throats out of his enemies as he is his so called allies.
While he struggles to adjust to a more 'civilised' life, and quell his violent urges, keeping the beast inside him in check, they are always there just below the surface, like a kettle waiting to boil over. Once uncaged, woe to any who fall across his path on a hunt.
Victor is quick to anger and even quickier to pick a fight but he is no idiot and will pick his moments with chilling precision, often striking when his targets are at their weakest of most vunerable. Then again he has been known to wade into a fight simply for the fun of it.
Likes:
- The Wilderness - Creed is a hunter at heart and the confines of a room or building often make him feel caged and awkward.
- Killing - Loathe to admit it to any but the Professor, Victor actually enjoys the process of ending someones life.
- Strong Women - He's a hot blooded male after all.
- Fighting - Its a good way to pass the time.
- Meat - What do you expect from a predator?
Dislikes:
- Crowded Rooms - To much noise, to many smells. Its just not pleasent.
- Alcohol - It causes more problems than it solves and many terrible things have been done under its influence.
- Sleeping - Victor's dreams are often troubled by memories of his basement and the terrible ordeals he suffered at the hands of his father. As such he spends as little time sleeping as possible.
- His Father - A constant source of torment in the arly parts of his life, his father is something Victor would perfer not to remember.
- Guns - They're such an impersonal weapon.
The Mutant
Codename: Sabretooth (Name of the Military Project he was assigned to. Never used by himself.)
Mutant Abilities: Regenerative Healing Factor: Victor's primary mutant power is an accelerated healing process that enabled him to regenerate damaged or destroyed areas of his anatomy with far greater efficiency than an ordinary human. Originally, the speed of Creed's healing factor's was in proportion to the wound's severity; for example, he could fully recover from an ordinary gunshot wound within minutes or injuries as severe as a broken back and severed spine within days. However, Sabretooth's healing ability was dramatically increased in recent years due to various augmentation procedures. Victor can fully heal from injuries that result in massive tissue damage or loss such as multiple gunshot wounds, slashes, puncture wounds, blunt force trauma, and severe burns within a matter of moments.
Foreign Chemical Immunity: Creed's natural healing also affords him the virtual immunity to poisons and most drugs. It is virtually impossible for him to become intoxicated.
Immunity To Diseases: Creed's healing powers also extend to his highly efficient immune system. As a result, he is immune to the effects of all known Earthly diseases and infections.
Weather Insulated Adaptation: Victor is able to withstand incredibly cold temperatures without sustaining bodily damage for great periods of time, even to the point of being nude in sub-zero temperatures.
Extended Longevity: In addition to its other benefits, Victor's healing factor provides him with an extended lifespan by slowing the effects of the aging process. Despite being of an, unknown, advanced age, Victor still retains the appearance and vitality of a man in his physical prime.
Superhuman Stamina: Creed's advanced musculature produces considerably less fatigue toxins during physical activity than an ordinary human, due in large part to the effects of his mutant healing factor. Before receiving various upgrades to his powers, Victor could physically exert himself at peak capacity for several hours before the build up of fatigue toxins began to impair him. After the upgrades, his stamina has increased to the point where he can exert himself at peak capacity for at least 24 hours.
Superhuman Strength: Victor possesses superhuman strength that has been artificially augmented on a number of occasions over the years. Initially, he possessed sufficient strength to lift slightly above 800 lbs for brief amounts of time, slightly greater than the maximum amount an ordinary human is capable of lifting. He underwent various augmentation procedures at the hands of the US government, including some to both his strength and healing factor. At present it is believed that he is capable of pressing almost 10 tonnes under optimal conditions.
Superhuman Agility: His agility, balance, and bodily coordination are enhanced to levels beyond the human body's natural limits, even those of the finest human athlete.
Superhuman Reflexes: His reflexes are similarly enhanced and superior to those of the finest human athlete.
Superhumanly Acute Senses: Victor's feral mutation provides him superhumanly acute senses. He can see with greater clarity and greater distances than an ordinary human. His vision extends into the ultraviolet and infrared areas of the electromagnetic spectrum, allowing him to see in near-total darkness and retain the same level of clarity. His's hearing is similarly enhanced, able to detect sounds that ordinary human's can't and at greater distances. For example, he could detect the sound of light, normal breathing within a distance of 200 feet. Creed also possesses an extremely well developed sense of smell. He can recognize or track targets by scent, much the same way as a dog or wolf does. His nose can detect minute chemical differences in the scents of different deodorant brands, even if they were purported to be exactly the same scent.
Claws and Fangs: Victor has retractable talons in place of fingernails. The claws are naturally sharp and tougher than that of normal human bone structure, allowing him to cut through most types of flesh and natural materials. Creeds's ability to slice completely through a substance depends on the thickness of the substance and the amount of force he can exert. His's claws, along with his skeleton, have been bonded with Adamantium. As a result, his claws were virtually indestructible. The Adamantium further enhanced the already razor sharp edge Victor's claws and enabled him to slice through almost any surface, with the known exceptions of Adamantium.
Weaknesses: While blessed with an incredible healing factor this does not make him immune to damage or pain. He will still bleed if cut or stabbed and can feel the pain from each such assault just like any other person. Extreme shock to his systems can incapacitate him, his body and mind will simply recover more rapidly than normal. While a mash of painful and fake memories, his mind can still be attacked just like any other person, and while telepaths may have a hard time finding out the truth from his jumbled memories, he is not immune to their powers.
Unfortunately, the metal that runs through his entire body will set off metal detectors and such, and a sufficiently powerful magnetic force could be used to incapacitate him.
History:
Born sometime in the middle of the 1800's Victor Creeds brutal childhood laid out the path he would follow for the rest of his life, one of pain, blood and death.
Victor's physical mutations weren't completely obvious at his moment of birth but as he aged a few months it soon became clear he wasn't like other children. His teeth, as they grew became pointed like a large cats, while his nails became incredibly tough and sharp edged. He became the target of constant torment from his father and brother. This constant torment would drive Victor to his first kill, over something as simple as stolen food and a insulting name, Victor killed his brother over a piece of pie while his parents were out, tearing out the boys throat with his teeth and leaving him to bleed out on the kitchen floor. After the death of his brother, his father would systemically pull out Victor's "devil teeth" in an attempt to purge the boy of his demons, repeating the process every few days as they regrew.
Chained like an animal in the cellar for years Victor was continously beaten by his father, cowering in fear everytime he heard the basement door open and the mans heavy footfalls on the wooden stairs. Denied human contact and the chance to develop any form of social skills, a young Victor, now almost in his teens behaved more like an animal than a boy, scavenging for scraps his parents through to him and feeding off the rats he caught with his bare hands, until one day the boy chewed off his own hand in order to break free and subsequently murdered his parents as he rampaged uncontrollably through the house.
Fleeing with only the clothes on his back into the Canadian wilderness, with no real idea of where he was going and no one left to return to, Creed grew quickly, becoming a fast and powerful hunter to compete with the predators already living in the wild. Everything he needed was provided by the wilds, and while his contact with humans was few and far between he spent many hours observing the hunters and trappers he came across in his travels, picking up a great many things from just watching them. They also provided plenty of meals for him when hunting was slim...
Over the next few decades he became something of a story, a myth in the northern wilderness, the man like creature that lurked in the forests, more dangerous than anything else that hunted out there, including the men with their guns. Many claim to have shot the creature, following its trail of blood only to have it dissapear and their friends go missing in the night. Only stories of course.
Creed remained just that, a story in the North, the friends of his dead parents long passed away or moved on while he remained, right through to the 1920's, untill that is the military began to use the area he had claimed as his hunting grounds as a training area for their men and equipment. At first he avoided them, but as more and more bases appeared throughout the wilderness he came into contact with their patrols more frequently, often being mistaken for a bear or a large hunting cat untill one fateful evening, with the scent of prey and flesh blood filling his nostrils he walked right into a live fire training exercise. Gunned down by panicing soldiers, Creeds bloodied body was dragged back to the medical facility of the nearby base for identification.
After several failed attempts to be 'put down' as the base commander referred to it, he was pumped full of sedatives from outside his cell and left under lock and key while reports were filed and orders awaited. The replies came much swifter than expected.
The next few months for Creed passed in a blur of drug fueled tests and retests, the scientists and doctors all amazed by their findings. Subjected to countless hours of sampling and torture, Creeds feral mind came to the forefront to protect what was left of his sanity when the drugs wore off, hiding his sane mind deep within his psyche where it was safe. Under constant sedation for fear of breaking loose, Creed became the newest toy of the military R&D department.
Mentally conditioned and trained Creed became little more than a weapon, released by the US military into areas deemed to dangerous for 'normal' soldiers. Over the next 80 years he was used all over the world in hundreds of conflicts, often deployed like a surgeons knife, striking a single target and vanishing again before anyone even knew he was there, other times released to create carnage, turning drugs dens and terror cell headquarters into charnel houses, sowing fear where ever he went. As the decades passed, the mental conditioning slowly began to fade, and instead of living to follow orders, Creed found he lived for the killing, learning to love it, the thrill of the chase and the final heady rush that came with the spilling of blood. He didn't care who his targets were, it made no difference to him, only the kill mattered.
It was sometime during his service that he was once again brought before another group of scientists within the military, a group who had learned of his natural abilities and had determined that he would make an ideal candidate for their most recent experiments. A number of his natural gifts were enhanced in preparation for one final experiment. It was during this time that his bones, teeth and claws were laced with a material known as Adamantium.
Now practically unkillable he returned to what he did best, laying waste to the enemies his handlers pointed him towards.
It was during a routine assassination that Creed's military 'service' would came to an end. Sent in to deal with a small time warlord, Victor's mission was compromised by a leak within the small department that handled him. False intelligence fed to the team before the mission resulted in the deaths of several valuable sources, included two DEA agents, all of whom weren't ment to be within the target location. Rather than risk having their little secret exposed, the project leaders decided to bring their final contingency into play and remove all evidence from the last 100 years regarding project Sabertooth.
Surplus to requirement now, Creed was deemed expendable and wheels were set in motion to remove him from the picture. Launched under the pretense of a strategic strike against a terrorist target, two Thermobaric warheads were fired with the sole purpose of removing all traces of what had happened at the warlords fortress. Within minutes the target location was a massive ball of fire as the weapons exploded reducing everything within 5 miles to a wasteland of dust and debris.
With no signs of life and no signs of any body by the investigating teams Creed, along with Project Sabertooth, was officially forgotten and buried amongst the hundreds of black ops files inside the military.
Left for dead it took Creed days to dig his way clear of the rubbled that had buried him and weeks to fully recover from the extent of his injuries. Now left to his own devices once more in a foreign land with no money and no resources, Victor drifted from place to place over the next five years, staying off the grid and never owning more than he could carry with him, working his way towards the coast and to a ship that might take him home, avoiding anything that might flag him up to the wrong people...
RP Sample:
The man struggle violently against the hand round his throat, his eyes bulging out of their sockets as he locked eyes with the thing infront of him. It looked like a man but it couldn't be. The old Colonel had seen with his own eyes how it had shrugged off a dozen rounds to the chest and several to the head and neck. Oh yes it had gone down but as his mean had approached to check on the bloody corpse it had sprung up and turned into a whirlwind of death. At such close quarters his men had little hope, and he could do nothing except shake with fear as he watched their bodies torn open before his eyes. Now the creature held him in one hand, his feet dangling, lifted easily like a man might lift a child.
The beasts nose sniffed and wrinkled, its lips curling back in a grin, as the damp patch spread down the leg of the rebel officers trousers, the smell unmistakeable. Its hand tightened and the sound of snapping bone filled the room as the mans eyes rolled back in their sockets and his head lolled to one side, his kicking feet hanging limp and still. With a flick of its arm the creature sent the dead colonel crashing into the big wooden desk at the far end of the room, landing like a rag doll in a heap, half on it half off it.
It sniffed the air and cocked its head to one side, listening to the stillness. Its heavy footsteps thudded against the wooden floor as it strode to a door at the farside of the room, its leg rearing up and smashing the door lock pieces, the heavy wooden barrier, swinging on its hinges and crashing into the wall at the end of its arc. Its eyes adjusted quickly to the gloom and it saw the half a dozen or so women there huddled on the bed at against the wall.
It began to turn when something in its ear burst to life with a crackle of static,
"No survivors Creed, this is not a rescue mission. Deal with it"
The voice was silent again and all that could be heard now were the sobs coming from the huddle of women. Creed growled, arms hanging down as his talons slowly extended. Closing the door behind him the silence of the night was pierced by the terrified screams that echoed from that small room...
++OOC Info++
Player: Chris
Any plans in mind for the character? Well initially he was going to try out as a teacher at Xaviers but with its destruction...i'm not sure where he's heading yet. Just continuing to wrestle with his savage instincts.
Do you agree to the rules: Yes............
