Hey guiz! Just thought I would share this little bit with you. Being the big fat nerd that I am, I put all this work into a thread on a Role Playing forum. I also made this little dude :3
Name: Julius Roth
Age: 20
Appearance: Caucasian, "5'11. Likes button ups, even when just lying around the house. Very healthy looking. Athletic. Long black hair. Dazzling green eyes.
Power: Julius has the ability to heal himself as well as others with the use of rapid cell regeneration. On the flipside, he can use that same power to kill by creating deadly cancerous tumors in a matter of seconds. On his best day, he can regrow a missing limb, although that would take a massive amount of strength and he would probably be unable to do anything afterward, if he didn't pass out from exhaustion. He can only heal others or kill enemies if he's touching what he want's to heal or destroy.
Weapons: His hands.
Personality: Quiet and controlled, Julius spends most of his time tending the small garden in his apartment. He rarely swears, and dislikes conflict. Values the safety of others far beyond his own.
History: Julius had always wished to be a doctor. He knew his dream even before he even understood what a doctor was. Helping others was always his top priority, even when he was in no position to do so.
He was heartbroken when his mother told him that he couldn't follow the path that he so badly wanted. If anyone ever found out about his power, they would lock him away and he would become their guinea pig, she explained. He became angry. He locked himself up in his room and didn't speak to anyone for a month. He wasn't angry at his mother. He was angry at himself. Why did he have to be who he was? Why did he have to have his ability? Why couldn't he just be normal? His beautiful gift turned into a tormenting curse. He wanted to die. He tried to, time and time again, but his body just wouldn't let him end it. He was confused. He had to consciously activate his power. He knew this. How was it working on it's own? And then, one night, lying in bed, he realized it wasn't. He realized he WAS healing himself. He didn't want to die! He still had so much to live for. Even if he couldn't work in a hospital, he could still help people. He could still save lives!
That day, he made a vow. He would become a hero, even if there were people who wouldn't accept him. He would help people as long as there were a person on the planet that needed help.
It was a cold afternoon in the middle of winter years later, and he and his girlfriend at the time were in a coffee shop sitting together, talking. While she ordered two more coffees, he left to go use the restroom. As he was washing his hands, he heard shouts from outside. He quickly turned off the sink and listened. The place was being robbed. He sliped out of the bathroom quietly and made his way to a wall so he could get a better picture of what was happening. There were two people, both of them armed. One was going around collecting valuables while the other kept watch. As he slunk back into the bathroom, something told him that he should intervene. He stood there, puzzled on what he should do. Just then he heard a scream. It was his girlfriend's voice.
"Get off me you ****ing tweaker!" she screamed. Julius sped back to see what was happening. One of them was wrestling with Andrea to get her purse. He finally pulled it from her, and kicked her in the head in anger. At that point Julius was already running for the gunman. He instinctively grabbed the gunman's throat. When his wits returned to him, he realized the robber's throat had swelled to twice it's normal size. He released the man's neck. The gunman choked and wheezed, grabbing at the bulge. He fell over dead, suffocated. Julius stood there, blank, looking at his hands with a puzzled fear, curious about this new ability but frightened of what it might do. The bandit keeping watch raised his gun and pointed it at Julius.
"What the hell did you just do??" he shouted. Julius took a few slow steps toward him, dreamlike. Suddenly, shots were fired, screams sounded, and Julius hit the floor. Seconds later the screams abruptly ended when Julius got back up, covered in blood but without a wound on his body. The gunman stared for a moment and opened fire again. Two bullets hit him in his chest, a third one in his eye. There was no chance anyone could survive that. And yet, Julius stood his ground, the wounds healing right before the gunman's eyes. Even behind his mask, Julius saw the look of terror in the gunman's face. That was when he ran. He ran right out the front door of the coffee shop.
"Somebody call the police!" Julius shouted. No one did. No one even moved. Everyone was just staring at him, even Andrea. That's when he realized everyone in the room knew his secret. Everyone saw what had just happened. A man killed someone by merely touching them, and then took seven bullets and doesn't have a scratch on him. Upon this realization, Julius too ran for the door. He was no criminal;quite the opposite, actually. He was a hero. The world, though, didn't see it that way. He was a freak to them, a monster.
When he finally made it to his mothers house, she questioned him as to why he was drenched in blood. He stuttered fearfully what had happened. Both he and his mother got ready to leave the city, expecting to be found out, but luckily no one had come for him. No one in the coffee shop knew his name except for Andrea, who probably refused to talk to the police about what happened. Julius called both her house phone and her cell phone numerous times, leaving messages about how he loves her and wants to talk to her about what happened. Finally, after two weeks, she finally picked up. She didn't give him time to even speak. All she said was "Stop calling me. I don't want to talk about what happened. Leave me alone."
and with that she hung up.
