Post by KRoZ on Jun 8, 2006 20:39:47 GMT -5
Mutant Alias: Cloudkill
Real Name: Jacob Tanner
Age: 24
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue
Mutant Power: Expell a highly-flammable corrosive vapor from his lungs, High resistance to heat and corrosion.
Outfit: A chemically treated grey leather overcoat and gloves (made to help resist the corrosion of his breath weapon), black wide brimmed hat, work boots, breathing apparatus (more on that in history). The rest varies but he often wears a great deal of collogne, sometimes overpoweringly so.
Disposition: He has an attention to detail but a tendancy to keep quiet about what he finds. He has a very affirmative attitude, more of an apathetic compliance than the overzealous means of a Yes man.
History: Jacob was one of those lucky children who grew up in a trailer park steryotype. He had an older sister, two younger brothers, and another sister on the way about the time his powers began to manifest. His mother would continue to smoke, drink, and watch TV most of the days, contrary to the surgeon general's warning, and his father would work at a meat packing facility until he came home and joined his mother's smoking and drinking in front of the television.
His father had a notorious temper, often taking out his daily rage on his family. However, with his wife pregnant, his daughter old enough to start causing trouble for him, and Jacob's two smaller siblings being too young, Jacob got the full brunt of his fathers angry wrathful fist.
Boys being boys, his injuries and marks could all be explained with childish rough-housing and goings on. And with all the commotion on the TV every night about mutants and what threats or promises they may pose combined with the rather negative response it got from his parents, he hid his abilities from his family under the presumed penalty of death. This is where he learned to keep his mouth shut, figuratively and literally.
The daily cycle of abuse continued and a borderline tolerable level until the day Jacob's father got in a scuffle at the packing plant and not only lost the fight, but his job. He could tell what was coming when his father came home.
After a particularly savage ordeal, Jacob shut himself in the trailer's little stall of a bathroom in an attempt to stop his bleeding nose and hold his aching chest. Looking at himself in the mirror he began to cry, the sobs sending excrutiating pain through his ribs and starting a wicked cough. The pain, the cough, and the crying all gave way to more of the same at which point he was unable to control his power.
As much as he wanted to stop, his painful coughing and sobbing just caused yet more coughing and sobbing, and thick plumes of his acidic breath filled the little room and ate away at the facilities. His father soon caught ear and started up with a "No son of mine" speech, heading to give him "Something to cry about".
The sound of the substance eating away at the walls and floor was like a hundred hissing snakes. He could feel it drift harmlessly off his skin and burn away what was left of his clothing, and as his father put his cigarette in his mouth and pryed the flimsy locked slider out of the way in his rage, he was met with a wall of sickly green vapor. Up until this time Jacob didn't KNOW the mist was flammable, but as it wafted to his fathers lit cigarette there was no mistaking that.
His father was consumed instantly in the blast, his mother on the far end of the trailer had no escape as the flames caught the rest of the trailer. The fire burned quickly and roaringly along the swampy mist and into Jacobs lungs, burning him from the inside. Having no more to breathe, his coughing gave way to gasping the smokey air as their home burned.
Jacob passed out and the scene was eventually contained by fire crews and a biohazard unit. Jacob awoke later in the hospital, not breathing from, but into a tube. He was treated for moderate burns in addition to the damage his father inflicted on him, his fathers contribution being the more severe of the two. The damage to his lungs, however, destabilized his ability and he can no longer exhale anything but the deadly acid cloud.
It was some time before a breathing apparatus was created to allow him freedom to leave the confines of the hospital, composed of a gas mask like breathing mask strapped over his nose and mouth and connected to a backpack that filters his destructive breath and makes it safe for the environment, sending it through an exhaust port on the top of the pack. As a result he carries with him the ever so feint smell of burned rubber. Hence the collogne.
(I was also thinking, though perhaps not until he oficially joins the X-men or what have you, that the mask could have a frontal ejection port that uses built up pressure in the filtering system and projects his breath like some manner of acid flame thrower thingy. However, given the one he wears was made to give him a life again, and not as a weapon, it's likely the hospital would have neglected to include such a feature.)
Real Name: Jacob Tanner
Age: 24
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue
Mutant Power: Expell a highly-flammable corrosive vapor from his lungs, High resistance to heat and corrosion.
Outfit: A chemically treated grey leather overcoat and gloves (made to help resist the corrosion of his breath weapon), black wide brimmed hat, work boots, breathing apparatus (more on that in history). The rest varies but he often wears a great deal of collogne, sometimes overpoweringly so.
Disposition: He has an attention to detail but a tendancy to keep quiet about what he finds. He has a very affirmative attitude, more of an apathetic compliance than the overzealous means of a Yes man.
History: Jacob was one of those lucky children who grew up in a trailer park steryotype. He had an older sister, two younger brothers, and another sister on the way about the time his powers began to manifest. His mother would continue to smoke, drink, and watch TV most of the days, contrary to the surgeon general's warning, and his father would work at a meat packing facility until he came home and joined his mother's smoking and drinking in front of the television.
His father had a notorious temper, often taking out his daily rage on his family. However, with his wife pregnant, his daughter old enough to start causing trouble for him, and Jacob's two smaller siblings being too young, Jacob got the full brunt of his fathers angry wrathful fist.
Boys being boys, his injuries and marks could all be explained with childish rough-housing and goings on. And with all the commotion on the TV every night about mutants and what threats or promises they may pose combined with the rather negative response it got from his parents, he hid his abilities from his family under the presumed penalty of death. This is where he learned to keep his mouth shut, figuratively and literally.
The daily cycle of abuse continued and a borderline tolerable level until the day Jacob's father got in a scuffle at the packing plant and not only lost the fight, but his job. He could tell what was coming when his father came home.
After a particularly savage ordeal, Jacob shut himself in the trailer's little stall of a bathroom in an attempt to stop his bleeding nose and hold his aching chest. Looking at himself in the mirror he began to cry, the sobs sending excrutiating pain through his ribs and starting a wicked cough. The pain, the cough, and the crying all gave way to more of the same at which point he was unable to control his power.
As much as he wanted to stop, his painful coughing and sobbing just caused yet more coughing and sobbing, and thick plumes of his acidic breath filled the little room and ate away at the facilities. His father soon caught ear and started up with a "No son of mine" speech, heading to give him "Something to cry about".
The sound of the substance eating away at the walls and floor was like a hundred hissing snakes. He could feel it drift harmlessly off his skin and burn away what was left of his clothing, and as his father put his cigarette in his mouth and pryed the flimsy locked slider out of the way in his rage, he was met with a wall of sickly green vapor. Up until this time Jacob didn't KNOW the mist was flammable, but as it wafted to his fathers lit cigarette there was no mistaking that.
His father was consumed instantly in the blast, his mother on the far end of the trailer had no escape as the flames caught the rest of the trailer. The fire burned quickly and roaringly along the swampy mist and into Jacobs lungs, burning him from the inside. Having no more to breathe, his coughing gave way to gasping the smokey air as their home burned.
Jacob passed out and the scene was eventually contained by fire crews and a biohazard unit. Jacob awoke later in the hospital, not breathing from, but into a tube. He was treated for moderate burns in addition to the damage his father inflicted on him, his fathers contribution being the more severe of the two. The damage to his lungs, however, destabilized his ability and he can no longer exhale anything but the deadly acid cloud.
It was some time before a breathing apparatus was created to allow him freedom to leave the confines of the hospital, composed of a gas mask like breathing mask strapped over his nose and mouth and connected to a backpack that filters his destructive breath and makes it safe for the environment, sending it through an exhaust port on the top of the pack. As a result he carries with him the ever so feint smell of burned rubber. Hence the collogne.
(I was also thinking, though perhaps not until he oficially joins the X-men or what have you, that the mask could have a frontal ejection port that uses built up pressure in the filtering system and projects his breath like some manner of acid flame thrower thingy. However, given the one he wears was made to give him a life again, and not as a weapon, it's likely the hospital would have neglected to include such a feature.)
