Post by botch on Jun 3, 2015 4:39:47 GMT -6
Name:
Bennett Galvan
Alter-Ego:
Deadiron
Age:
33
Gender: Male
Alignment:
Rogue/Villain
Date of Birth:
June 3rd, 1984
Place of Birth:
Kansas City
Physical Appearance:
Bennett Galvan's a big guy. Over 6 feet tall and a rough estimate of 235-240 lbs of gut and old muscle. More muscle than gut at this point, don't get me wrong, but you can tell he hasn't boxed in a while. He's pale, British Isles pale, and that dark red hair of his gives you a good estimate of which British Isle. His hands are calloused and his face is hard, like you can tell its been worked over more times than your crappy jalopy's engine. His nose his squashed and kind of crooked, but the high bridge and jutting brow give Ben a stern look. Deep jowls and a heavy jaw don't help either, the man's got the face of a mountain. Even though it lacks the definition that gives Vince McMahon shameful erections, Bennett Gavlan's muscles have bulk and density to them, even the paunch he's put on in retirement's more like a boulder than a beer gut.
Deadiron's black unitard comes with a mask that covers his face. The suit isn't exceptionally special, its just there to minimize the chance of him leaving incriminating DNA at crime scenes. Over this suit is his armour, heavy and dull grey. The Deadiron armour covers his fore-arms, legs, torso, and head, with a pronounced backpack and metal plated tubes and wires visible but not protruding too far from the body. His insignia is stamped both on the suit's chest and on two sturdy pauldrons that complete the set, and the helmet's skull-like visage "just looks kinda cool. Menacing, y'know?"
Special Abilities:
Harder than Steel: Bennett Gavlan's boxing record was 7-8-3, with a total of 10 matches going to the judges. He was slow and stiff in the ring, but every one of his punches was a tank round, every shot he took a stick against steel armour. He doesn't box anymore, but he still lifts, jogs, stretches, and can still floor someone bigger and (supposedly) tougher with that left-hook-right-upper combo of his.
Deadiron Armour: A gift from some shady people in high places, the Deadiron suit is supposedly some military tech that got lost in paperwork after the prototype was finished. Made of materials actually much stronger than iron, the suit's designed to withstand up to anti-material personnel weapons. There are hydraulic and pneumatic pistons built into the suit to keep the weight from hindering the wearer and enhance physical capabilities.
The signature Deadiron generator in the suit's backpack pumps a slow kinetic charge into the metal plates of the suit. This charge causes the metal to vibrate, making it lighter yet denser. The suit gets stronger, faster, the armour can take more punishment and enhances the wearer's physical capabilities more. This also results in the air filling with a low hum and the suit, if struck, generates a heavy knell like a distorted church bell. If left running then the suit would continue to build this charge indefinitely, and Deadiron has never reached the 'cap' of what this suit can do. Given enough time he could possibly become unstoppable.
However, high frequency vibrations directed at the suit from an outside force can disrupt the pulse. More often than not, such a disruption winds up overloading the suit and forcing it to shut down. In extreme situations, the suit's pulse might speed up, increasing the rate at which the vibration builds, or the suit could even burn out and lock up completely.
History:
Bennett grew up average. He was big for his age and was good at football in high school, but his love for fights and his tendency to be the last one standing (even when he was in the wrong) got him noticed and brought to a gym by a guy he only knew as "Louis". Louis trained him up, taking what stood out about him and bringing it to the forefront. He was a rising star, with a style unexpected of a younger rookie. He liked the way the fights went, he liked the payout, he liked the crowds cheering for him, but it wasn't enough.
Some small time gangsters ran the bets on his fights, knowing how to fix a fight and set the odds. Galvan started working as some muscle for them, wearing a black mask to keep people from knowing that young rising star boxer was that involved with such an illicit operation. He dropped out of boxing, much to the displeasure of Louis, and began working full time as a strongman for the mob. The pay was better, he got hit less, and he sill got to wear the mask.
Things took a bad turn, though. Someone in his little organization tipped the authorities, prompting the higher-ups in his organization to cut Bennett and the rest of that group lose. When the dust had settled, those who didn't get arrested or killed found themselves no longer employed. There wasn't anything tying Bennett to the mob, but he had a big gap in his resume and Louis wouldn't book him matches anymore.
His luck changed when a mysterious package arrived. It was a large, heavy case, the outside of which was scratched badly but repainted. Inside the case was what would set him apart from the rest. He had thought of becoming a petty criminal, putting the skills he'd learned in the ring and working for the mob to use, but in a world of masked vigilantes he wouldn't last long. Then, of course, there was nothing petty about a masked villain...
Bennett Galvan
Alter-Ego:
Deadiron
Age:
33
Gender: Male
Alignment:
Rogue/Villain
Date of Birth:
June 3rd, 1984
Place of Birth:
Kansas City
Physical Appearance:
Bennett Galvan's a big guy. Over 6 feet tall and a rough estimate of 235-240 lbs of gut and old muscle. More muscle than gut at this point, don't get me wrong, but you can tell he hasn't boxed in a while. He's pale, British Isles pale, and that dark red hair of his gives you a good estimate of which British Isle. His hands are calloused and his face is hard, like you can tell its been worked over more times than your crappy jalopy's engine. His nose his squashed and kind of crooked, but the high bridge and jutting brow give Ben a stern look. Deep jowls and a heavy jaw don't help either, the man's got the face of a mountain. Even though it lacks the definition that gives Vince McMahon shameful erections, Bennett Gavlan's muscles have bulk and density to them, even the paunch he's put on in retirement's more like a boulder than a beer gut.
Deadiron's black unitard comes with a mask that covers his face. The suit isn't exceptionally special, its just there to minimize the chance of him leaving incriminating DNA at crime scenes. Over this suit is his armour, heavy and dull grey. The Deadiron armour covers his fore-arms, legs, torso, and head, with a pronounced backpack and metal plated tubes and wires visible but not protruding too far from the body. His insignia is stamped both on the suit's chest and on two sturdy pauldrons that complete the set, and the helmet's skull-like visage "just looks kinda cool. Menacing, y'know?"
Special Abilities:
Harder than Steel: Bennett Gavlan's boxing record was 7-8-3, with a total of 10 matches going to the judges. He was slow and stiff in the ring, but every one of his punches was a tank round, every shot he took a stick against steel armour. He doesn't box anymore, but he still lifts, jogs, stretches, and can still floor someone bigger and (supposedly) tougher with that left-hook-right-upper combo of his.
Deadiron Armour: A gift from some shady people in high places, the Deadiron suit is supposedly some military tech that got lost in paperwork after the prototype was finished. Made of materials actually much stronger than iron, the suit's designed to withstand up to anti-material personnel weapons. There are hydraulic and pneumatic pistons built into the suit to keep the weight from hindering the wearer and enhance physical capabilities.
The signature Deadiron generator in the suit's backpack pumps a slow kinetic charge into the metal plates of the suit. This charge causes the metal to vibrate, making it lighter yet denser. The suit gets stronger, faster, the armour can take more punishment and enhances the wearer's physical capabilities more. This also results in the air filling with a low hum and the suit, if struck, generates a heavy knell like a distorted church bell. If left running then the suit would continue to build this charge indefinitely, and Deadiron has never reached the 'cap' of what this suit can do. Given enough time he could possibly become unstoppable.
However, high frequency vibrations directed at the suit from an outside force can disrupt the pulse. More often than not, such a disruption winds up overloading the suit and forcing it to shut down. In extreme situations, the suit's pulse might speed up, increasing the rate at which the vibration builds, or the suit could even burn out and lock up completely.
History:
Bennett grew up average. He was big for his age and was good at football in high school, but his love for fights and his tendency to be the last one standing (even when he was in the wrong) got him noticed and brought to a gym by a guy he only knew as "Louis". Louis trained him up, taking what stood out about him and bringing it to the forefront. He was a rising star, with a style unexpected of a younger rookie. He liked the way the fights went, he liked the payout, he liked the crowds cheering for him, but it wasn't enough.
Some small time gangsters ran the bets on his fights, knowing how to fix a fight and set the odds. Galvan started working as some muscle for them, wearing a black mask to keep people from knowing that young rising star boxer was that involved with such an illicit operation. He dropped out of boxing, much to the displeasure of Louis, and began working full time as a strongman for the mob. The pay was better, he got hit less, and he sill got to wear the mask.
Things took a bad turn, though. Someone in his little organization tipped the authorities, prompting the higher-ups in his organization to cut Bennett and the rest of that group lose. When the dust had settled, those who didn't get arrested or killed found themselves no longer employed. There wasn't anything tying Bennett to the mob, but he had a big gap in his resume and Louis wouldn't book him matches anymore.
His luck changed when a mysterious package arrived. It was a large, heavy case, the outside of which was scratched badly but repainted. Inside the case was what would set him apart from the rest. He had thought of becoming a petty criminal, putting the skills he'd learned in the ring and working for the mob to use, but in a world of masked vigilantes he wouldn't last long. Then, of course, there was nothing petty about a masked villain...