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Name: Robert "Bobby" J. Williams
Age: 18 years
Gender: Male
Weight: 137 pounds
Height: 5' 9"
Occupation: Fine Arts student, part-time cook;
Appearance description: Bobby is a somewhat laidback, unremarkable teenager when you first set eyes on him. Short brown hair often kept messy, a teenage stubble, fairly pale skin. What sets him apart are his unique olive eyes, they always seem like you have never seen anything similar before, almost as if they were a brand new color. He is always seen with a notebook and headphones (hanging around his neck more often than not) and dresses quite casually, seems to have quite a fixation on hoodies and caps (sometimes both). Loves media-related clothes and accessories.
Secret Idenity: Leech
Favorite Color: violet
Favorite Movie: How to Train Your Dragon
Favorite Animated Series: Mob Psycho 100
Favorite Comicbook: Stellar-Man: The Meaning of Heroism
Favorite Food: Banana split
Although he was raised in Pittsburg's Little Miracles Orphanage, Bobby's life was not that of a standard orphan. A curious child by nature, luck would have it he was the first to rush after what a creative mind could only describe as a 'falling falling star'. Quicker than his parents's reprehensive warnings for not running on his own through the dark woods as they camped, the kid came to a petite clearing to witness what seemed like an otherwordly obsidian rock, and beneath it's curious, obnoxious glow, a formless gas. Evanescent, waning between existence and it's opposite, daring not to go further. Yet between it's dimly-lit nonsensical warpings and contortions, the child could envision it - crystalline as a fish crossing through a pond - the swaying tendrils of something imploring for it's life.
They could not reach out, or perhaps they were never there to begin with, yet mysterious the mind of a child is.
Filled with innocence.
Mischievously so.
In later reports Robert's parents would say there was no roar - beastly in nature or not - that could ever topple a man's heart as their son's harrowing howls. So potent in their agonizing fury the severed vocal cords were never to utter a single sound again. That was, however, only the tip of an iceberg modern science and parental love could not begin to comprehend. Carved on the child's back a profane, incomprehensible glyph of contemptible moss hue, and spread through the convulsing body of their fragile infant, a black mass of what could only be defined as extraterrestrial corruption seized his body as its own, enveloping him in it's vile impurity.
Robert's voice was his first loss.
His parents were the second, not finding it in their heart to ever consider such an abomination as their offspring.
The third were his friends. Cruelty a commonplace occurrence within children's lives.
Lastly, it came down to his willpower. Broken, one might say, if there was but a single ounce left of it.
Nonetheless, outlandish was the brand young Williams's life had taken, therefore, against all odds, the bottomless void he stared for so long now morphed into a beautiful, starry sky. He studies what he loves, works part-time to support himself, and has even found it in his heart quite the desire for the heroics. As luck would have it, no civilian is too thrilled or thankful to be rescued by the ebony claws of Leech, however their safety and well-being inspired Bobby to press on regardless.
His powers are ever-developing, as the bond with the parasitic life inhabiting his body tends to grow with time, yet Leech's singularities can already be noted. When in purely human form, the only difference between him and your average human are his incredibly enthralling green eyes. Many would righteously guess it is but a cosmetic change, and, to an outsider, it may as well be. In his eyes, though, it is far much more, as they can see beyond the physical. A phenomenom he dubbed "Abstract Sight", he can somewhat see within a person's very being. Someone bottles anger within? A raging beast of crimson thrashes about, transforming into crashing waves. A priest well-known for their good deeds? A holy aura envelops them, an inhumane shine surrounding an aura of pure light. These vary from individual to individual, every person being unique in their own struggles and persona.
Robert's unorthodox sight does not vanish when his body is absorbed by the pitch-black form of Leech, rather feeling well-nigh palpable in this form, although no interactions have ever succeeded. In this form, Bobby's human body is maintained in suspended animation within the quaint 'armor', it's regenerative capabilities bolstered by the substance surrounding it. His consciousness passes on to this taller, more monstrous version of a humanoid figure, no longer requiring sustenance as a man would. There is no need for food nor drink, sleeping and breathing have proven useless as well. Leech's physical capabilities are way beyond Robert's as well, with considerable strength to lift and hurl vehicles, the speed to rival a cheetah's and a potentially bulletproof body.
What differs the most, however, is not in which ways it is similar but better to a human's body, but to how alien it has shown to be. The matter covering Bobby's unawake body is malleable by nature, some form of organic lifeform that may expand and harden itself as it sees fit, bestowing Leech with the outstanding shapeshifting capabilities of the most gellatinous of substances, forming tendrils from his arms and back or twisting in ways incomprehensible for a physically stable body. Although this ability could prove to be quite a handful, it does seem to be rather finite, as the farthest Bobby has managed to stretch his limbs to has been approximately the length of a school bus. Gifted this shape-altering power, and coupling it with the complete control of the material's hardness, Leech becomes able to grow virtually impenetrable to more orthodox weaponry and can also switch to a more goo-like state which can hardly be held to immediately after. While there are clear limits to just how tough and stretchy he can be, it is not known if this is not bound to change.
Another rather queer characteristic of this body is it's fluorescing pus-like secretions at the very extremities of the arms. Much like their obnoxious appearance suggests - if it was not made clear by the noxious fumes it seems to exude in crackling bubbles - they are extremely hazardous. These are an intense acid which this body secretes, and can be shot up to 5 feet away, possessing an intense corrosive capability, melting through metals given enough time and exposure, as well as viciously attacking skin and flesh alike when left long enough in contact. The sensation is similar to a snow burn, where the body feels as if it's burning while the frigid touch would never indicate such outcome.
Finally, the most bizarre ability of all is what Robert called 'The Burning'. It has nothing to do with actual fire or the sensation of burning, but instead it focuses on the visuals of it. Leech can spread a smokescreen of sorts, which acts exactly like smoke would to wind, giving his somber appearance a more macabre air. The intensity with which these are released is unchageable, thus they are far more dangerous under stale air, as they can eventually fill up a room or a small radius, not only blocking sight with their charcoal-hued presence, but also bringing about the fears of those who inhale it for too long. The lengths of which these effects can affect someone are extremely varied, one man may have a living nightmare for an experience, while other may simply remember one time they had to speak in public and bit their tongue. It is not understood why the intensity is not fixed, nor how these fumes are released, and yet Robert feels almost... satiated whenever he does so.
Name: Robert "Bobby" J. Williams
Age: 18 years
Gender: Male
Weight: 137 pounds
Height: 5' 9"
Occupation: Fine Arts student, part-time cook;
Appearance description: Bobby is a somewhat laidback, unremarkable teenager when you first set eyes on him. Short brown hair often kept messy, a teenage stubble, fairly pale skin. What sets him apart are his unique olive eyes, they always seem like you have never seen anything similar before, almost as if they were a brand new color. He is always seen with a notebook and headphones (hanging around his neck more often than not) and dresses quite casually, seems to have quite a fixation on hoodies and caps (sometimes both). Loves media-related clothes and accessories.
Secret Idenity: Leech
Favorite Color: violet
Favorite Movie: How to Train Your Dragon
Favorite Animated Series: Mob Psycho 100
Favorite Comicbook: Stellar-Man: The Meaning of Heroism
Favorite Food: Banana split
The Endemic Exoskeleton
Although he was raised in Pittsburg's Little Miracles Orphanage, Bobby's life was not that of a standard orphan. A curious child by nature, luck would have it he was the first to rush after what a creative mind could only describe as a 'falling falling star'. Quicker than his parents's reprehensive warnings for not running on his own through the dark woods as they camped, the kid came to a petite clearing to witness what seemed like an otherwordly obsidian rock, and beneath it's curious, obnoxious glow, a formless gas. Evanescent, waning between existence and it's opposite, daring not to go further. Yet between it's dimly-lit nonsensical warpings and contortions, the child could envision it - crystalline as a fish crossing through a pond - the swaying tendrils of something imploring for it's life.
They could not reach out, or perhaps they were never there to begin with, yet mysterious the mind of a child is.
Filled with innocence.
Mischievously so.
In later reports Robert's parents would say there was no roar - beastly in nature or not - that could ever topple a man's heart as their son's harrowing howls. So potent in their agonizing fury the severed vocal cords were never to utter a single sound again. That was, however, only the tip of an iceberg modern science and parental love could not begin to comprehend. Carved on the child's back a profane, incomprehensible glyph of contemptible moss hue, and spread through the convulsing body of their fragile infant, a black mass of what could only be defined as extraterrestrial corruption seized his body as its own, enveloping him in it's vile impurity.
Robert's voice was his first loss.
His parents were the second, not finding it in their heart to ever consider such an abomination as their offspring.
The third were his friends. Cruelty a commonplace occurrence within children's lives.
Lastly, it came down to his willpower. Broken, one might say, if there was but a single ounce left of it.
Nonetheless, outlandish was the brand young Williams's life had taken, therefore, against all odds, the bottomless void he stared for so long now morphed into a beautiful, starry sky. He studies what he loves, works part-time to support himself, and has even found it in his heart quite the desire for the heroics. As luck would have it, no civilian is too thrilled or thankful to be rescued by the ebony claws of Leech, however their safety and well-being inspired Bobby to press on regardless.
His powers are ever-developing, as the bond with the parasitic life inhabiting his body tends to grow with time, yet Leech's singularities can already be noted. When in purely human form, the only difference between him and your average human are his incredibly enthralling green eyes. Many would righteously guess it is but a cosmetic change, and, to an outsider, it may as well be. In his eyes, though, it is far much more, as they can see beyond the physical. A phenomenom he dubbed "Abstract Sight", he can somewhat see within a person's very being. Someone bottles anger within? A raging beast of crimson thrashes about, transforming into crashing waves. A priest well-known for their good deeds? A holy aura envelops them, an inhumane shine surrounding an aura of pure light. These vary from individual to individual, every person being unique in their own struggles and persona.
Robert's unorthodox sight does not vanish when his body is absorbed by the pitch-black form of Leech, rather feeling well-nigh palpable in this form, although no interactions have ever succeeded. In this form, Bobby's human body is maintained in suspended animation within the quaint 'armor', it's regenerative capabilities bolstered by the substance surrounding it. His consciousness passes on to this taller, more monstrous version of a humanoid figure, no longer requiring sustenance as a man would. There is no need for food nor drink, sleeping and breathing have proven useless as well. Leech's physical capabilities are way beyond Robert's as well, with considerable strength to lift and hurl vehicles, the speed to rival a cheetah's and a potentially bulletproof body.
What differs the most, however, is not in which ways it is similar but better to a human's body, but to how alien it has shown to be. The matter covering Bobby's unawake body is malleable by nature, some form of organic lifeform that may expand and harden itself as it sees fit, bestowing Leech with the outstanding shapeshifting capabilities of the most gellatinous of substances, forming tendrils from his arms and back or twisting in ways incomprehensible for a physically stable body. Although this ability could prove to be quite a handful, it does seem to be rather finite, as the farthest Bobby has managed to stretch his limbs to has been approximately the length of a school bus. Gifted this shape-altering power, and coupling it with the complete control of the material's hardness, Leech becomes able to grow virtually impenetrable to more orthodox weaponry and can also switch to a more goo-like state which can hardly be held to immediately after. While there are clear limits to just how tough and stretchy he can be, it is not known if this is not bound to change.
Another rather queer characteristic of this body is it's fluorescing pus-like secretions at the very extremities of the arms. Much like their obnoxious appearance suggests - if it was not made clear by the noxious fumes it seems to exude in crackling bubbles - they are extremely hazardous. These are an intense acid which this body secretes, and can be shot up to 5 feet away, possessing an intense corrosive capability, melting through metals given enough time and exposure, as well as viciously attacking skin and flesh alike when left long enough in contact. The sensation is similar to a snow burn, where the body feels as if it's burning while the frigid touch would never indicate such outcome.
Finally, the most bizarre ability of all is what Robert called 'The Burning'. It has nothing to do with actual fire or the sensation of burning, but instead it focuses on the visuals of it. Leech can spread a smokescreen of sorts, which acts exactly like smoke would to wind, giving his somber appearance a more macabre air. The intensity with which these are released is unchageable, thus they are far more dangerous under stale air, as they can eventually fill up a room or a small radius, not only blocking sight with their charcoal-hued presence, but also bringing about the fears of those who inhale it for too long. The lengths of which these effects can affect someone are extremely varied, one man may have a living nightmare for an experience, while other may simply remember one time they had to speak in public and bit their tongue. It is not understood why the intensity is not fixed, nor how these fumes are released, and yet Robert feels almost... satiated whenever he does so.