Post by jestercarr13 on Oct 8, 2020 15:11:42 GMT
Name: Unknown
Alias: Grave
AKAs:
13 Dead Men
Physical Description
Hair: None
Eyes: A dead, rotting, cloudy yellow
Ethnicity: The mass that makes up Grave's body is made up of human matter from several ethnicities: white caucasian, italian meditteranean, black african, mexican. The active portion of Grave's body is white caucasian, from Poughkeepsie.
Age:
Around 120-130ish
Build: Grave is a hulking mass in a mostly humanoid form, with various amorphous bulges here and there, that may not always be in the same location hour to hour. At full stature, Grave can stand at up to 10 or 11 feet, but tends to hunch and crouch at around 8 to 9 feet.
Uniform/Personal Style: Grave only ever wears a tattered, stretched and torn pair of brown dress pants dating from the 1920s. On occasion, he may be draped in a large tarp or cloak, to either hide him from immediate notice or protect him from the rain, which though it doesn't harm him, can make his rotting body stink something awful.
Psychological Description
Personality: Grave has no discernible personality, it would seem. Perhaps there's something very deep down, occasionally just cracking his dead surface if he's left alone and without direction long enough and something catches his attention. But generally speaking, he is like a blank slate. A golem taking direction or reacting to certain stimulus over a certain threshold.
Relationships: Grave holds no relationships. It's in his nature to take direction if given the right way, usually by a party that can project some form of power or dominion over him is a good start, but there have been exceptions. It's not an exact science, but generally he's pretty easy to get on side with the right stimulus.
Powers & Abilities: Grave's body is dead. All of it, being made up of assimilated parts of 13 different men that were buried together in concrete a century ago. However, it continues to grow, shift and regenerate at all times, even as it rots away at the same rate. The active portion of what he is now are the remains of a young man with the mutant ability to adapt and survive under any conditions, but this has since been corrupted somewhat. He is immensely powerful, in strength and resilience, and can be extensively damaged and still be able to function and even repair himself passively. The only real drive he has is instinctual, to protect himself from things over a certain threshold, or to retrieve pieces of himself if lost.
Weaknesses: Grave has no discernible personality or non-instinctual drive all his own, and as such is easily directed even into situations much to his detriment. And also, occasionally, to the detriment of those he "works" for if they can manage to redirect him. Though he can't die (he's already dead) if dismembered or damaged enough, he can lose significant function until able to repair himself. This is not done through healing, i.e. being able to regrow a new finger. He can replace a finger with some of the rest of his existing mass, but it has to be redirected from somewhere else. The only real natural drive he has is to recover pieces of himself if lost.
Skills: Grave has no particular skills, not really needing them given his immense strength and survivability.
Equipment: Grave carries a large, gnarled and nasty looking shovel with a hellish 'blade' at its head. A shovel was buried in the concrete with the bodies, and in the process that 'saved' the mutant in their number from ultimate death also partially assimilated the spade, replacing its handle with gnarled, dense bone, cartilage and chitin-like material. The time and pressure in the cement and from the transformative process turned it into a vicious weapon he wields and counts as a part of him he is driven to always retrieve. Those who have employed his services have come to call it 'The Excavator'.
Background: In the early 1900s, mobs ruled much of New York. Among their number was a young man from Poughkeepsie making his way up the ranks in one gang. Not much is known of the fullness of his story, other than that he made a reputation for himself of being hard to kill.
At some point in his legend, now lost to time along with his name, he fell in love with a girl. A girl who belonged to another, from another family. They tried to kill him many times, and yet he always seemed to survive by the skin of his teeth. Until they stopped pulling their punches. They ambushed him in public, and didn't worry about collateral damage. Bullets riddled him and 12 other men waiting for a bus in a rough part of town. The bodies were gathered before authorities could arrive, and taken to a building site across town where concrete foundations were due to be poured.
He clung to life, incredibly despite the number of holes in him, and so received one final death blow to the head, crushing his skull, before being thrown into the hole surrounded by the 12 other victims. The shovel followed him.
What none of them knew, even the young man from Poughkeepsie, is that he had a mutant ability that had saved him from death so many times. A natural survivability that prevented even the worst injuries from being fatal by whatever means his body could achieve. And it did it again, even as he teetered on the edge of oblivion. A century passed, the contents of the building's foundations brewing and fermenting into an amorphous creature protecting the only thing that could be called anything even close to living.
It was during a significant attack on New York that the foundations of the building were damaged, and the creature that had been 13 dead men was able to see the light of day, feel the air on his living, rotting carcass. But his mind... his mind was gone. Be it due entirely to that last blow with the shovel destroying anything that could hold any semblance of awareness, or the century rotting in the dark simply breaking him, he was nothing but a golem.
Alias: Grave
AKAs:
13 Dead Men
Physical Description
Hair: None
Eyes: A dead, rotting, cloudy yellow
Ethnicity: The mass that makes up Grave's body is made up of human matter from several ethnicities: white caucasian, italian meditteranean, black african, mexican. The active portion of Grave's body is white caucasian, from Poughkeepsie.
Age:
Around 120-130ish
Build: Grave is a hulking mass in a mostly humanoid form, with various amorphous bulges here and there, that may not always be in the same location hour to hour. At full stature, Grave can stand at up to 10 or 11 feet, but tends to hunch and crouch at around 8 to 9 feet.
Uniform/Personal Style: Grave only ever wears a tattered, stretched and torn pair of brown dress pants dating from the 1920s. On occasion, he may be draped in a large tarp or cloak, to either hide him from immediate notice or protect him from the rain, which though it doesn't harm him, can make his rotting body stink something awful.
Psychological Description
Personality: Grave has no discernible personality, it would seem. Perhaps there's something very deep down, occasionally just cracking his dead surface if he's left alone and without direction long enough and something catches his attention. But generally speaking, he is like a blank slate. A golem taking direction or reacting to certain stimulus over a certain threshold.
Relationships: Grave holds no relationships. It's in his nature to take direction if given the right way, usually by a party that can project some form of power or dominion over him is a good start, but there have been exceptions. It's not an exact science, but generally he's pretty easy to get on side with the right stimulus.
Powers & Abilities: Grave's body is dead. All of it, being made up of assimilated parts of 13 different men that were buried together in concrete a century ago. However, it continues to grow, shift and regenerate at all times, even as it rots away at the same rate. The active portion of what he is now are the remains of a young man with the mutant ability to adapt and survive under any conditions, but this has since been corrupted somewhat. He is immensely powerful, in strength and resilience, and can be extensively damaged and still be able to function and even repair himself passively. The only real drive he has is instinctual, to protect himself from things over a certain threshold, or to retrieve pieces of himself if lost.
Weaknesses: Grave has no discernible personality or non-instinctual drive all his own, and as such is easily directed even into situations much to his detriment. And also, occasionally, to the detriment of those he "works" for if they can manage to redirect him. Though he can't die (he's already dead) if dismembered or damaged enough, he can lose significant function until able to repair himself. This is not done through healing, i.e. being able to regrow a new finger. He can replace a finger with some of the rest of his existing mass, but it has to be redirected from somewhere else. The only real natural drive he has is to recover pieces of himself if lost.
Skills: Grave has no particular skills, not really needing them given his immense strength and survivability.
Equipment: Grave carries a large, gnarled and nasty looking shovel with a hellish 'blade' at its head. A shovel was buried in the concrete with the bodies, and in the process that 'saved' the mutant in their number from ultimate death also partially assimilated the spade, replacing its handle with gnarled, dense bone, cartilage and chitin-like material. The time and pressure in the cement and from the transformative process turned it into a vicious weapon he wields and counts as a part of him he is driven to always retrieve. Those who have employed his services have come to call it 'The Excavator'.
Background: In the early 1900s, mobs ruled much of New York. Among their number was a young man from Poughkeepsie making his way up the ranks in one gang. Not much is known of the fullness of his story, other than that he made a reputation for himself of being hard to kill.
At some point in his legend, now lost to time along with his name, he fell in love with a girl. A girl who belonged to another, from another family. They tried to kill him many times, and yet he always seemed to survive by the skin of his teeth. Until they stopped pulling their punches. They ambushed him in public, and didn't worry about collateral damage. Bullets riddled him and 12 other men waiting for a bus in a rough part of town. The bodies were gathered before authorities could arrive, and taken to a building site across town where concrete foundations were due to be poured.
He clung to life, incredibly despite the number of holes in him, and so received one final death blow to the head, crushing his skull, before being thrown into the hole surrounded by the 12 other victims. The shovel followed him.
What none of them knew, even the young man from Poughkeepsie, is that he had a mutant ability that had saved him from death so many times. A natural survivability that prevented even the worst injuries from being fatal by whatever means his body could achieve. And it did it again, even as he teetered on the edge of oblivion. A century passed, the contents of the building's foundations brewing and fermenting into an amorphous creature protecting the only thing that could be called anything even close to living.
It was during a significant attack on New York that the foundations of the building were damaged, and the creature that had been 13 dead men was able to see the light of day, feel the air on his living, rotting carcass. But his mind... his mind was gone. Be it due entirely to that last blow with the shovel destroying anything that could hold any semblance of awareness, or the century rotting in the dark simply breaking him, he was nothing but a golem.