Appartement crummy
Regus s'est réveillé en regardant le plafond comme la plupart des gens l'ont fait. Il ne s'était pas réveillé pour une raison particulière. Les volets étaient fermés, pas d'alarme, pas de voisin bruyant dans l'immeuble en train de casser quelque chose. Il n'avait rien à faire aujourd'hui. La banque qu'il a volée il y a quelques jours lui avait donné beaucoup d'argent. Regus pourrait littéralement s'asseoir autour de ne rien faire pour qui sait combien de temps et d'être bien. Quelle drôle de pensée. Il n'avait pas d'école, des parents pour l'ordonner, pire un gang pour le battre, ou un travail pour aller à.
Pas de vie pour s'inquiéter du tout. Regus s'assit un peu et se griffa paresseusement pour la télécommande sur la table de nuit à côté de son lit avec son bras gauche encore légèrement giclé et tourna à la télévision, regardant les nouvelles un peu, puis se baladant par les chaînes. Dans son autre main, il tenait un petit caillou qu'il avait ramassé, le coupant et le reformant comme si c'était du jeu-dough. Peut-être que certaines personnes pensaient qu'il y avait plus à vivre que ça mais en ce moment le concert était plutôt sympa. La vie était bonne. Pas génial, c'est juste bien.
Real name:
Regus Exavius (Identity as villain, Unknown)
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
Typically wears dull gray or black clothes, comfortable sweatpants he can run in and basic sneakers. Also wears these under his costume.
Hero/Villian name:
Drho
Affiliation:
Evil
Biography:
Regus was born in Chicago, both his parents safe and sound. His mother was a smart women who wasn't keen on doing work. As a result she managed to latch onto a very wealthy business man who happened to be short on family. Regus was pampered to his heart's content in his childhood, just not by his parents. His father was always far too busy with, well business, and his mother was always out spending her husband's money on feeding her addictions and going to parties. Not that she told him, to his father's knowledge his mother was either caring for Regus or running errands. Not to say Regus wasn't happy, quite the opposite. Like his mother his free time was greatly enhanced by his father's money. The newest game system, nicest clothes, best food. You name it Regus had it. School was easy both ways for him, Regus's natural intelligence and influential father gave him good grades and better friends, both with little effort. Regus's life was a gilded road, perfect student, star of the swim team, likable. Life was good. Then it slowly became not.
Regus was pampered not stupid. He noticed that things stopped becoming quite so gilded. He didn't ride to school in a limo anymore. Christmas was no longer a showering of gifts, barely a light drizzle. Forced smiles and nervous glances the few times they had family dinners. When his parents thought he was asleep or didn't care there were furious shouting matches.They were in debt. Regus's grades began slipping as his classes got harder and his focus dropped. He'd seen enough TV to know what was going on. Divorce was all be inevitable. Or it would've been if his father hadn't died of a stroke. At least that's what the police concluded. Regus knew better of course. His mother knew people. All kinds of people. He'd seen her come home with the powder, at first he thought it was just another one of her drugs. Then he saw her slip it in the wine. Addicting his father too? It'd come together when his father convulsed, dying within minutes. Regus knew had happened. The mansion they lived in was sold off, everything in it. They rented a sleezy apartment and his mother continued her lifestyle, living off her husbands money, searching for someone else when she burnt through that.
She never got that far though. After she'd done an admirable job of burning through nearly all of her funds she'd gotten herself arrested. It was a life sentence for several compiled offences. Ranging from possession and intent to sell all the way to murder. Not his father's but for several others. Regus was surprised, he'd known his mother wasn't the best person and had killed his father, but he hadn't known she'd killed others. Not perhaps it shouldn't have been as surprising as it was. Regardless Regus was left in a lurch. He'd barely managed to graduate, didn't have any job skills, and was practically penniless. Regus ended up joining a gang, only half by choice. They'd been very insistent in recruiting him and leaving wasn't really an option for him. After going through his initiation he quickly found out you were either all in or all out. And once you were all in, you didn't get out. The crew had a couple of capes leading it. After several months of reluctantly committing crimes and doing as little as he could get away with.
Then one morning he woke up in a metal box. It barely fit him, his legs were curled up to his chest with hardly an inch of space to move in any given direction. Several hours of screaming until his voice grew hoarse bore no result. He clawed as best he could at the walls trapping him until his fingers bleed but it bore no result. Regus was in there for days. He never found out how long. Sometime in the haze of cramped limbs, gasping for air, and the headache ringing through his skull it got worse. A metal spike was driven through the metal box skewering his arm. And another one right next to it. Regus thought he couldn't scream anymore, he'd been wrong. When he woke up he found the metal box looked like it melted around him, in solidified lumps on the ground around him. The spike wasn't there anymore either. Regus shakily got to hands and knees, then looked around. There was a chair, with a half eaten sandwich on the ground to it. He was in some random alleyway. He crawled to the sandwich and devoured it. There was still a hole in his arm that had somehow managed to stop bleeding. Regus managed to get to his feet leaning against a wall for support. A wallet. There was a wallet on the chair. Regus snatched it and rifled through it, nearly a hundred bucks, enough to survive for a while. He managed to stagger his way into a cafe and get some more food, funny looks aside, it was Chicago, they'd seen worse.
He managed to find out that his gang had gotten taken down at one of the big meetings. The PRT had gone full force on them and no one had made it out. Still didn't explain what he'd been doing in a metal box with a hole through his arm. He used the reminder of the money on medical supplies as best he could to patch up his arm. Then he found out his power. He'd wearily leaned against a bench to rest, still drained from the experience and the bench bent beneath his weight like playdoh. Several experiments later he'd confirmed it. He had powers. Regus must've had a trigger event in that hellish box. Over the next few days Regus consumed his food supply and tested the extent of his powers. With no money, no one he knew, and nothing else to go on. Crime came naturally. When you could nearly literally walk through walls, stealing was easy. At first it was small things. Food, jewelry, but then he experimented more with power. Become used to it. He got easier and the prizes he took bigger and more valuable. Regus wasn't surviving anymore, he was living. Better off than any other seventeen year old he knew. Of course he didn't really know any so the point was moot.
Personality:
Regus is as you might expect, somewhat disillusioned with the world. People suck. However Regus isn't what he would call a bad person. He doesn't go out his way to make people's lives suck. His difficult life has given him an amazing amount of tenacity as well as a distrust of people. Regus is very confident in himself and his abilities but always tries to have a backup plan. Overall he gives off a lazy impression but this is more to deceive people than anything else.
A passing glance won't reveal his self-assurance in the way he carries himself, however when he is caped its quite clear. Still new to the villain business Regus is out for himself, not actively hurting anyone per say, just looking out for himself. Luckily he's managed to avoid any major confrontations with any capes or police force but he knows it won't last for long. He's prepared to do whatever it takes if that becomes the case. Though he hopes it won't come to that.
Residence:
Crummy Apartment
Parental status:
Father dead, Mother in jail.
Costume:
Long flowing black robes to conceal his identity and for use with his power. Also wears a demon face-mask
Power:
Regus can manipulate an object's density. The most frequent thing he does with this is makes things soft, like puddy, so he can push, squish, and reshape them. This allows him to go through conventional barriers with ease by softening them and tearing them apart. In addition he can use it to make things more stiff. For example he could make clothing have the rigidness of a brick, that is to say it doesn't move anymore it remains solid against any force that pushes against it.
This allows him to immobilize people rather easily by hardening their clothes. This effect wears off after around ten minutes or if Regus removes the effects. Regus can do something like puddy-ify a TV and squish into a ball then reform it, but he wouldn't be able to change the dimensions into say a bigger TV, or turn it into another piece of machinery, though this is more a lack of knowledge than ability. The same applies to other objects. Manton effect applies.
Power range:
1 meter around his body 2 meter through contact of modified objects. Constant throughout effected area.
Power safeguards:N/A
PRT ranking:
Changer: 8
Stranger: 2
Brute:6
Striker: 5
Weapons:
A bullwhip
Misc: