Oliver Freeman
Avec un splat Oliver a jeté son sac plein de poisson et son équipement sur le porche devant devant sa maison. Il pouvait déjà sentir la friture et l'épicage des repas qui se passaient à l'intérieur alors que l'arôme sortait de la fenêtre ouverte jusqu'à la cuisine et il reniflait pendu, retenant l'envie de se lécher les lèvres comme un chien errant à l'extérieur du boucher.
Le Halo d'Iron a froissé doucement, tournant lentement comme toujours.
De l'intérieur de la maison est venu une voix shrill, se levant au-dessus des sons de magie culinaire et le claquage des couverts pour briser Oliver de sa transe.
"Oilie! C'est toi? Tu es déjà revenu de la rivière?"
Oliver soupira et se frotta au visage. Ses yeux balayaient le paysage au-delà du porche pour trouver la tour nouvellement levée et le château d'os non loin de sa rue. Sa mère lui a crié dessus comme s'il n'y avait pas une tour squelettique terrible à quelques pâtés de maisons.
"Avez-vous trouvé quelque chose? Ne vous dérangez pas d'entrer si vous n'avez rien attrapé! »
"Mamaaaaaaa," Oliver gémit, "Pouvez-vous voir l'énorme tour de squelette ou avez-vous oublié d'ouvrir une fenêtre et de brouillardr les fenêtres à nouveau?"
Il y a eu une pause avant que le cri ne revienne plus fort. C'est très bruyant. "Tu ferais mieux de ne pas m'en vouloir après tout ce que j'ai fait pour toi!"
La voilà. Sur une autre tirade sur la façon dont elle l'a élevé, habillé et nourri. Si ça n'était pas arrivé au moins trois fois par semaine, alors il aurait vraiment été inquiet. -- Mais maman, cria-t-il dans la maison, les yeux fixés sur le tas d'os et le... squelette unique en forme de serpent s'étirant lentement dans sa rue, « Il y a littéralement des serpents-skélétons dans la rue! » Comment est-il sorti si loin? C'était perdu? Ça n'avait pas l'air amical, en aucun cas.
-- Eh bien, garçon, répondit sa mère, en envoyant un autre battement de casseroles et de casseroles résonnant de la cuisine, tu ferais mieux de sortir dans cette rue et de t'assurer qu'ils ne viennent pas salir ma pelouse! Sinon, il y aura de l'enfer à payer!"
"Mais maman!"
"Je n'entends pas les os se balancer!"
La mère d'Oliver était une femme qui n'était pas souvent surprise par les événements plus surnaturels de Megatropolis. Elle vivait ici depuis trop longtemps pour être fascinée à ce stade. Oliver s'est assuré que son sac à dos et son équipement étaient sécurisés avant de verser sa veste et d'entrer dans la rue pour rencontrer le skelesnakeman. Le Halo d'Iron a cessé de se tourner vers son dos, comme s'il attendait. Avec une éclaircie de sa gorge, Oliver a capté l'attention du serpent et a agité.
"Hé, bonjour. Ma mère apprécierait vraiment si tu restais loin de l'herbe et...
Le serpent a profité de l'occasion pour sauter sur lui. Oliver ne put soupirer que lorsque le Halo de fer commença à tourner sauvagement et à grincer avant qu'il ne balayât son bras vers l'avant et qu'on l'envoya se soucier du serpent, sciant la pauvre chose non morte propre en twain comme une lame de scie flottante. Les os sont tombés sur le sol, et Oliver a rétracté le Halo avec un regard en arrière sur la maison. Ça ne sert à rien de rentrer à la maison maintenant, avec sa mère qui s'est envolée comme elle l'était. Il a serré les mains dans ces poches et s'est élancé lentement dans la rue, l'air plus fatigué que déterminé à sauver la journée. Autant vérifier toute cette situation d'ospile.
Et hey, on dirait que certains héros étaient déjà sur la scène alors à quel point ça pourrait être mauvais?
Name:
Oliver Freeman
Alias:
Ironborn.
Age:
20.
Gender:
Male.
Alignment:
Civilian Neutral.
Personality
Oliver is not very well versed in the art of social interaction. When he hasn't spent his time living in D-District fishing and selling his catch, he's spent it avoiding others for fear of getting involved in illegal activities. He rarely speaks to anyone he deems suspicious, and remains guarded at other times. His manner of speech is soft and measured, and he tries to give the benefit of the doubt where he can. He has a vehement denouncement of anything ill-natured or illegal, and will rarely even speak roughly for fear of repercussions later on. Additionally, Oliver's manner may lead some to take him for a pushover or a bleeding heart. This is fair and completely true. Pressure is not a thing he does well with, and he is liable to crumble beneath it. In regards to heroes, villains and monsters, Oliver believes that the unrepresented few deserve the attention of the guarding Heroes, and that most are gloryhogs looking to make a name for themselves.
Powers:
Iron Halo
Oliver is the bearer of the Iron Halo. A circle of silver spade-like blades joined by a ring of blackened metal that hovers at his back and empowers him in various ways. Through force of will, Oliver can push the Halo into various forms for the purposes of attack and defense or he can use it to enhance his natural attributes.
Weapons:
Iron Halo, Stinger, Might, and more forms as Oliver learns them.
Fighting Style:
Oliver is new to combat, and doesn't practice with his weapons. The Iron Halo can sometimes act of its own accord, in defence of its host, but otherwise Oliver seems to fight in a way that seems more like a street brawl than structured combat. 
Signature Moves:
Iron Arsenal - Stinger
Oliver is able to, as well as being able to use the bladed disc as a weapon, mold the Halo's blades into other weapons for short spans of time. Over time the arsenal will expand, but currently, Oliver is able to manifest the Halo as a bladed ring, the Iron Might and a long-headed spear he names Stinger. Due to the nature of the material the spear can easily be mended if broken, taking little more than a few minutes to repair if snapped in half, and will return when thrown.
Iron Arsenal - Might
Oliver can also use the blades of the Halo to enhance his natural attributes by molding the blades into a pair of arm-covering gauntlets, knee-padded boots and a circlet. This allows him to move much faster and lift much heavier than his normal human capabilities. This move only lasts a few minutes before deactivating itself and leaving the Halo locked in its bladed ring form for a few minutes.
Iron Impetus
Through the power of the Iron Halo, Oliver is able to charge his blows and release them to project concussive force across short-distances and within small areas. Slashes, thrusts, punches and other types of attack are all enhanceable by Impetus, amplifying the force with which they hit.
Actual moves will come as he actually learns to fight.
History:
Oliver lives in D-District with his family. He has always lived in D-District. Its fine enough for him, because he only really enjoys a few things in life and one of those is fishing. He was born to a fisher and his grandfather was a fisher before that, so naturally he learned and mastered the art rather quickly. It taught him patience, kept him away from trouble and showed him that there was more to life than heroes and villains and monsters.
But the day came when trouble came knocking at his doorstep. His father brought home something strange from his usual fishing spot. A cracked blade of silver metal, in the shape of a spade. Father told the family that he intended to try and pawn it off, and make a quick buck for them. Oliver envied his catch, but when he went to touch the piece, it zipped to a space behind his head. There it floated behind him as he went about the rest of his day in fear of it. The rest of the Halo rushed to him as he neared the river for his usual day of fishing, blades rushing up from beneath the water like a flurry of silver snow before they took up position in a ring behind him, and the dark steel of the Halo manifested. He had been chosen.
Since then he has not changed his routine. He still walks down to his secret fishing spot by the wrecked dock, he still casts his line into the water and waits for a bite. The difference being, now and then he goes spear-fishing with the help of the Halo. But recently he's been finding himself closer and closer to crimes in progress, or criminals. Is he finally growing a spine, or could it be that the Iron Halo is having an effect on him? Pushing him to do the right thing?
Skills:
Master fisherman, cooking connoisseur, swimming adept.
Weaknesses:
Electricity will conduct through Oliver and jolt to the Iron Halo, disrupting any activity it is presently engaged in.
The Iron Halo, while not actually made of Iron, is still able to be bent, warped and broken. Sufficient force, heat or energy will damage it.
Nemesis:
None currently.
Story Arc Ideas:
- Oliver decides to learn to be a hero under another character. (Master and Student training montages. Mister Miyagi to the Karate Kid)
- Oliver fights his first giant monster with others and its sink or swim. 
- Power-up Episode!
Other:
Might put stuff here as story happens.