Post by Ray on Feb 21, 2010 9:03:30 GMT -6
Canon: Primarily Movie-verse with a few liberties taken.
Name: Mortimer James Toynbee
Codename: Toad
Birth-date: unknown even to him
Home Town: York, England
Early History: Abandoned at birth due to his strange appearance, Toad spent his early childhood locked in the basement of a disreputable orphanage where he was subject to the tortures of starvation and every type of abuse known to man. Finally managing escape as a preteen Toad faced the horrors of street life until Magneto found him and indoctrinated him into a world of hate and retribution.
Had things been different, Toad might have gone technical school for his knack with various technologies and machinery, but a learning disability and a life without education have left him without confidence in his own mental abilities. He prefers to leave the heavy thinking to those in charge and thoroughly enjoys his station as the glorified thug, assassin and tech guy.
Affiliation: The Brotherhood of Mutants
Significant Enemies: Storm (when incorporating the Liberty Island Incident.) The X-Men in General and most forms of organized Government. The Friends of Humanity.
Allies: Mystique, Sabretooth, Boom Boom, Magneto and the rest of the Brotherhood.
Height: 5’7”
Weight: 260 lbs
Eye: Overlarge Gold with heart shaped pupils (a toad’s eyes)
Hair: Jade Green
Nationality: British
Other: Mottled ochre skin, a 12 ft prehensile tongue, stubby malformed teeth with an overbearing amount of gum, a smattering of dark yellow/green warts, a muscular though slightly squat frame, a gold earring in his left ear and a myriad of scars and tattoos.
Powers: Mortimer’s powers mimic those of his namesake the common toad. His upper arms and legs are almost entirely muscular. He can pack a punch that would make even a heavyweight boxer pause and kick through solid bone. He can use this strength to propel him in single leaps and has been observed reaching an altitude of 24 feet and covering a distance on the ground of 36 feet.
Mort also has enhanced agility his muscular strength and unique physiognomy giving him the ability to execute mid air spins, twists and gymnastics that come naturally to him as well as the loose form of martial arts he’s trained in. His unusually flexible spine enables him to crouch continually without damage and also enhances his agility. His skin secretes natural oil that keeps his skin surprisingly soft to the touch and helps him climb or cling to walls, naturally adhesive they give him added purchase, allowing him to scale sheer drops like a bargain basement Spiderman. He also has poor eyesight that requires abnormally strong contact lenses.
He can spit mucous in a gelatinous form, which hardens almost immediately to create a hard sticky shell. His tongue is also open for comment - coiled in his mouth and at least 12 foot long and prehensile. He can use it like a whip, giving stinging lashes, or to coil round his victims or items to draw them closer. He can even use it to assist his climbing. His control with it is moderate. He couldn’t type on the computer with it, but he can snatch a flying bird out of midair.
SAMPLE POST
A pair of dexterous mottled fingers housed in a half glove twirled the cigarette absently as he centered his gaze on the looming Mansion before him. Apart from the unconscious fidgeting, his frame was still, would look relaxed to a passer by, though there wouldn’t be any this far down Greymalkin Lane. Lights went on and off, figures moved past the windows, voices laughed and argued, and still he waited. Patience was a virtue he’d learned long ago to appreciate. Finally, the last light dimmed and Mortimer Toynbee smiled.
It was a wretched thing; cruel, and full of dark intent that few who’d seen it, and called him enemy, lived to see again. The errant cigarette found it’s way and was nestled behind one ear to enjoy later, and the amphibious mutant took a silent leap forward.
“Wha’ happens to a Toad when it’s struck by ligh’nin?” He asked the face who haunted his nightmares, “Oh you’ll fin’ out precious, I promise you tha’”
Name: Mortimer James Toynbee
Codename: Toad
Birth-date: unknown even to him
Home Town: York, England
Early History: Abandoned at birth due to his strange appearance, Toad spent his early childhood locked in the basement of a disreputable orphanage where he was subject to the tortures of starvation and every type of abuse known to man. Finally managing escape as a preteen Toad faced the horrors of street life until Magneto found him and indoctrinated him into a world of hate and retribution.
Had things been different, Toad might have gone technical school for his knack with various technologies and machinery, but a learning disability and a life without education have left him without confidence in his own mental abilities. He prefers to leave the heavy thinking to those in charge and thoroughly enjoys his station as the glorified thug, assassin and tech guy.
Affiliation: The Brotherhood of Mutants
Significant Enemies: Storm (when incorporating the Liberty Island Incident.) The X-Men in General and most forms of organized Government. The Friends of Humanity.
Allies: Mystique, Sabretooth, Boom Boom, Magneto and the rest of the Brotherhood.
Height: 5’7”
Weight: 260 lbs
Eye: Overlarge Gold with heart shaped pupils (a toad’s eyes)
Hair: Jade Green
Nationality: British
Other: Mottled ochre skin, a 12 ft prehensile tongue, stubby malformed teeth with an overbearing amount of gum, a smattering of dark yellow/green warts, a muscular though slightly squat frame, a gold earring in his left ear and a myriad of scars and tattoos.
Powers: Mortimer’s powers mimic those of his namesake the common toad. His upper arms and legs are almost entirely muscular. He can pack a punch that would make even a heavyweight boxer pause and kick through solid bone. He can use this strength to propel him in single leaps and has been observed reaching an altitude of 24 feet and covering a distance on the ground of 36 feet.
Mort also has enhanced agility his muscular strength and unique physiognomy giving him the ability to execute mid air spins, twists and gymnastics that come naturally to him as well as the loose form of martial arts he’s trained in. His unusually flexible spine enables him to crouch continually without damage and also enhances his agility. His skin secretes natural oil that keeps his skin surprisingly soft to the touch and helps him climb or cling to walls, naturally adhesive they give him added purchase, allowing him to scale sheer drops like a bargain basement Spiderman. He also has poor eyesight that requires abnormally strong contact lenses.
He can spit mucous in a gelatinous form, which hardens almost immediately to create a hard sticky shell. His tongue is also open for comment - coiled in his mouth and at least 12 foot long and prehensile. He can use it like a whip, giving stinging lashes, or to coil round his victims or items to draw them closer. He can even use it to assist his climbing. His control with it is moderate. He couldn’t type on the computer with it, but he can snatch a flying bird out of midair.
SAMPLE POST
A pair of dexterous mottled fingers housed in a half glove twirled the cigarette absently as he centered his gaze on the looming Mansion before him. Apart from the unconscious fidgeting, his frame was still, would look relaxed to a passer by, though there wouldn’t be any this far down Greymalkin Lane. Lights went on and off, figures moved past the windows, voices laughed and argued, and still he waited. Patience was a virtue he’d learned long ago to appreciate. Finally, the last light dimmed and Mortimer Toynbee smiled.
It was a wretched thing; cruel, and full of dark intent that few who’d seen it, and called him enemy, lived to see again. The errant cigarette found it’s way and was nestled behind one ear to enjoy later, and the amphibious mutant took a silent leap forward.
“Wha’ happens to a Toad when it’s struck by ligh’nin?” He asked the face who haunted his nightmares, “Oh you’ll fin’ out precious, I promise you tha’”
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