User:Scythe/RPG


 * Name: Nicolai Strovitch
 * Secret identity: Nicolai
 * Race: Human, we think.
 * Age:39.
 * Weight: 65kg.
 * Height: 1.8meters.
 * Eyes: Hazel
 * Hair: Brown, medium length, roughly 5cm in length...
 * Gender: Male.
 * Super-secret origin story: Nope, below.
 * Appearance: Heavily tanned skin (similar to that of a native American) from years of hard labor by the sea side. Some light/moderate scarring on the hands due to a lifetime of working with ropes and other fishing gear.  Wears regular workman's pants (black) with a plain white T-shirt, unless he's altered his own body.
 * Personality: Stable, calm, able to handle near any situation. Panics when someone near to him dies.  Oops, they're all dead, that shouldn't be an issue.
 * Super Powers/Extraordinary Abilities: Ability to manipulate and generate matter, and thus unwillingly break the laws of the universe.
 * Disadvantages: Must die within ten years of inception of powers, lest the universe tear and destroy everything. Unable to fully control or understand powers.
 * Gear: N/A.
 * Ohellno. Well, if it get's my wife back, maybe.  But I don't see how you can recreate her from just a skeleton.  Fine, I'll trust you...for now, as long as you teach me about these new strange things happening to me.

Yépic was born and raised in one of the last fishing village to ever exist, roughly sixty kilometers outside of London. Well, sort of raised. When Yépic was seven, a terrible tragedy befell him and his parents. It was March seventh, the winter was ending, the ice had just melted, and Yépic’s father wanted fresh fish after spending the winter eating nothing but oatmeal (eww, I know right?) and bread, and drinking nothing but water or milk. Theirs was a simple life, which was strange for the day and age they lived in. Their home held no computers, of any kind, not even a telephone. Nor did they possess a car. Little did poor Yépic’s parents know, trying to fight the new wave was what led to their death.
 * Story:

The morning of the incident, Yépic’s mother had gone outside to hang their clothes to dry, seeing no need to run the dryer and waste electricity, even though it would have cost her less than half a penny to dry all of the clothes at the time. There was a slight breeze that day, and Yépic’s unsuspecting mother thought nothing of it when there was a gust, and she dropped a towel.

Bending down to pick it up, she saw a green wave out of the corner of her eye. “We live on the sea,” she thought, “sure the color’s a bit off, but maybe there’s algae or something in the water.” Turns out, she was wrong, dead wrong. The green was actually the wave of radiation, flying towards their humble abode at 450 kmph. The wind blew again, but this time Yépic’s mother was holding the towels with a firm grip, not wanting to wash them again.

But then, the wind blew even harder, topping out at 100 kmph, and she was blown back against the side of the house, the wind catching the towel she was holding, and doubling its push. Forced against the side of the structure, she took the full blunt of the all-cleansing radiation, and died almost instantly. The skin was burned from her flesh, and soon after flesh from bone, until she was rendered to nothing but a skeleton in a matter of seconds.

Her husband, stopping temporarily for lunch, turned around to see his wife die, in a wave of green.

He Screamed.

“NOOOOOOOOOO! Selene! My wife! What has become of my wife, a pile of bones? How is thi-.“ He was cut short, as the all-cleansing wave washed over him. He felt no pain, and could see his skin peeling away, and bubbling. A look of dismay crossed his facet of torment as he saw his son, hearing him scream, come running out of the house, and being seemingly blown away in the wave.

The husband, Nicolai, ran back to where his tools were, grabbed his bait cutting knife, still wet with the blood of mackerel, and drove it into his heart.

Or so he thought.

The knife passed straight through his chest, and in looking down due to surprise, he saw the molecules of his flesh rearranging themselves. A few stray particles were blowing away in the wind, but this was not his concern at the time, he had more pressing issues, like failed suicide to deal with. Looking for something more substantial, such as his net to choke himself to death with, he saw them. Hamsters, thousands of them flying (or is it swimming?) in the wave. However, these were no ordinary hamsters, their eyes were bloodshot red, and at least twice their normal size, and their fur was black, in a cliché cartoon way. However, these didn’t have the stereotypical giant teeth or claws to complete the package, instead, those bloodshot eyes started spitting out particles, similar to the ones now floating around in sort of the shape that Nicolai was in when he was human. The particles beaming from the hamsters’ eyes solidified, and became one very, very large white hamster. It had tiny eyes, and no pupils. It was blind.

You see, the hamsters had a very similar mutation to Nicolai, they could generate and manipulate matter, but had little conscious control over what became of it. The only difference with Nicolai is that he is far less likely to generate a large spinning wheel than the hamsters are. The hamsters’ new brains –yes, that’s right, I said new brains – were programmed to try and destroy anything they saw. Unfortunately, these modern war hamsters were swept away by the radiation wave near the end of their brain development, and can only generate what they long for personally to achieve their goal of killing everything in sight. Why they want to be blind, no one knows, possibly damage from the wave impacting their central mind and fusing their thoughts, will require investigation if anyone is left alive.

But back to the star of the hour, Nicolai. Nicolai’s newly acquired powers were already acting upon what they wanted, except the mutation had a safely, self-destruction was out of the question, therefore only some of him could blow (or float?) away. The wave, moving north, carried his bits and pieces north, to London, where his real journey is about to begin. Wishing to be with his wife again, his powers granted it, and he blew away completely, and recollected outside the Parliament building, where his wife’s bones had gotten caught on an old street sign.

And this, is where our hero’s story truly starts. Sorry for keeping you busy reading the wrong thing. It won’t happen again (maybe).