Post by Deleted on May 19, 2014 8:38:58 GMT -5
Basic Information
Player Nickname:
Do you want other role players to give you feed back?: Yes
Model / Actor's name: "Benicio Del Toro"
Name: Basil Karlo
Alter Ego: Clayface
Age: 47
Birthday: February 19
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Height: Variable
Weight: Variable
Hair: Variable
Eyes: Variable
Physique: Clayface is a living construct of animated clay. His shape, density, mass, and composition change constantly according to conscious thought and natural reflex. Karlo can shape his body to almost any form and recreate the properties of any material down to the molecular level. He can imitate almost any human form he can imagine and with study can impersonate people.
Training: Karlo is a trained actor and a student of human nature. He is well versed in dramatic narative, and the inner workings of show business.
Equipment: None.
Description
Appearance: In his natural resting state Clayface resembles a hulking mass. He's about 8'2" tall and 6 feet wide at the shoulder with a hulking over exaggerated almost primate shape. His eyes are gold and he las a large gaping mouth with scraggly teeth. He appears to be made of mudlike clay.
Personality: Independent extrovert. Clayface is motivated by greed and envy most of all, though he barely has a personality of his own. He's changed, barely human, but even better at pretending to be... someone else.
Significant relationships
None yet, however would love to work it out with anyone that would like a shared history.
VehiclesNone.
Audition post
The Prince of Gotham, Bruce Wayne strolls through the halls of one of the foremost Technology laboratories in the world. Wayne Tech's security was air tight, but Mr. Wayne wasn't the kind that remembered passwords or had to keep track of electronic keycards. He knocked on the glass of a security checkpoint and as he reminded the guard on the other side "It's your job to remember me!" he said with that manic smile before it faded suddenly and he restated in a different way. "Open the gate... and no questions. Or else." He said in that unpredictable tone that he tended to take when dealing with people he felt were beneath him. Mr. Wayne would nod and smile in approval as the nervous man made his way to the door and unlocked it. With a shove, past, Mr. Wayne moved through, giving a nod to the guard to follow. With increasingly annoyed gestures, he motioned for each door to be opened as they moved through Wayne Tech to the Research and Development floor. As the boss made his way into the control room he was greeted, but responded with just a dismissive wave and a frustrated motion for them to get out of the way.
He stepped to the Public Address system and switched on all the circuits before pressing the button and tapped the mic a few times. "Hello... everyone everyone... Up here!" he waves down to the line floor and into the clean room. "Everyone everyone, stop what you're doing. And anyone that can hear my voice right now? You're fired." He said rising back to a tall posture and tugged the front of his jacket straightening it. His eyes passed over the dumbfounded looks of the engineers and the surrounding staff. Before he leaned back down to the mic and flipped it on again. "I am sorry... I must have been unclear. I'm Bruce Wayne, and I want everyone here to GET OUT!" His voice raising to that petulant tone.
"Mr. Wayne. This is highly irreg.." The section manager
Bruce... waves his hand sharply, stopping the question. "Yes yes, lets speed things up a bit. Your line is: But are you sure you wanna do this?" He says opening his right hand. "Then My line is: People that own things, can do whatever they want with them." He adds opening his left hand and lifting both to shoulder level. "After that, you ad lib something nonsensical before you get frustrated with my attitude and storm off." Bruce and the manager stand in silence for a couple breaths before the billionaire gestures to the door impatiently.
With a deep breath, the supervisor yanks his badge off and tosses it down. The other former employees follow suit and step away from their workstations and file out of the door. Soon, he was all alone on the secure floor and with a quick few commands the security system deactivated. He moved into the clean room, forcing open the seals. With a sharp downward wave of his hand a glob of clay slid from his arm, molded itself into a suitcase, and clacked open.
Another day, another mask...
Supervillain Plot and Story written for the Roleplay
Paranoia
Heroes: Any of the Batman Inc. that would like in.
Villains: Any of the leaders of Gotham's crime syndicates.
Plot:
"There's only one currency in the underworld: Power."
Playing all the angles, Clayface impersonates many of Gotham's citizens, approaching members of Batman Inc. He provides them information about important deals, safe houses, heists planned and the like. His goal is to use the vigilantes as muscle to take down the mob and implant himself as a major player with whomever comes out on top, or even taking over whatever is left after war erupts on the streets.
Over the line
Heroes: One hero.
Villains: One villain
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