La libellule

-- C'est donc votre première sortie, n'est-ce pas?
"Oui. Jusqu'à présent, c'était plus facile que...
"Entraînement?"
"Ouais."
"Attends juste qu'il se lève. Les bustes de drogue peuvent devenir... intéressants. Espérons que vous n'aurez pas encore à faire quelque chose de sérieux."
Il y a eu une pause pendant encore quelques secondes. Le plus grand... l'homme atteignant l'avant et ajustant le réticule du champ d'application. Avec son autre main, qui avait été placée contre son épaule, ses arnaquements au pied, a atteint sa poitrine et a appuyé sur le bouton sur le côté de la radio sur sa poitrine. "Je vois deux ce qui semble être des civils sur le périmètre extérieur. Une femme et un enfant. Ils semblent marcher sur le côté de l'immeuble. S'il vous plaît, prévenez."
Il y a eu une autre pause. Sa main de partenaire rampait à côté de lui, et utilisait ses jumelles pour regarder. "Le gamin a quelque chose." C'est ce qu'il a dit.
L'énorme homme s'est sillonné le front et il a regardé le site, de leurs mains. Ils étaient dans une zone obscurcie, donc il ne voyait pas ce qu'ils portaient. La radio a éclaté à la vie comme son supérieur a fait sa réponse. -- Qu'est-ce qu'ils font?
"Ils... semblent attendre quelque chose. L'un porte quelque chose."
Il y avait encore un silence.
"...l'appel est à vous."


L'alarme d'Henry s'est déclenchée. La méta a regardé l'horloge numérique. 5 heures du matin.
La partie la plus difficile de se lever si tôt, c'est juste ça, se lever. Une fois que vous étiez debout, les choses étaient plus faciles. En fin de compte, ça valait le coup. Après l'avoir fait depuis qu'il avait 18 ans, il était devenu relativement habitué à de tels réveils précoces, et était debout et autour avant que la plupart des gens ont ouvert leurs jolis petits yeux. L'école n'a pas commencé avant quatre heures. Il avait le temps pour sa routine matinale.
Il n'avait plus besoin d'une douche, il ne transpire plus comme un humain. Il n'a pas vraiment été gras ou sale comme les mammifères l'ont fait. Son corps sentait comme de l'eau salée - la plage, où il passerait presque tout son temps libre s'il le pouvait. Il avait été stationné en Californie pendant son enrôlement et quand il ne travaillait pas, il était à la plage à faire quelque chose là-bas. Qu'il s'agisse de surf ou de pêche. Cependant, malgré les quelques souvenirs précieux qu'il avait du passé, il était beaucoup plus heureux d'être un membre du personnel maintenant. Il avait une chambre plus grande, un réfrigérateur personnel, et aucun compagnon de chambre qui était nouveau pour lui après tant d'années de travail dans des quartiers proches avec d'autres. Il a été en mesure de stocker ses affaires en plein air et en fait personnaliser sa résidence pour un changement. Ses vêtements étaient... le meilleur pour quelque chose de sa taille. Un exo-suit lui avait été fait pendant son temps avec les Elites, mais il n'y avait pas besoin à moins qu'il s'agisse d'une journée d'entraînement.
Ce qu'il avait, cependant, était une grande paire de pantalons de sueur gris. Il faisait souvent du vélo entre eux et des pantalons de cargaison. Selon ce qu'il préparait pour ses élèves. Il a aussi tiré un tank tout aussi grand sur son haut du corps. Quelqu'un s'était garé à propos de courir sans chemise dans le passé donc, en conséquence, personne n'a été autorisé à le faire plus. C'était une règle stupide, mais il avait mieux à faire que de combattre une bataille inutile. Il l'avait déjà fait bien trop de fois.
Sa première activité de la journée a été d'ouvrir son ordinateur et d'envoyer un email à sa famille. Un message rapide, il leur a envoyé un courriel tous les jours, et a joint une photo de lui-même, ou une photo de groupe, ou une photo de quelque chose qu'il avait trouvé, ou une description d'un événement qui a eu lieu. Il a très rarement pu les voir. Il avait manqué beaucoup de choses en grandissant sans père et mère, ayant été élevé par beaucoup de membres du personnel ici à l'académie alors qu'il n'était qu'un garçon. Cela lui avait permis d'être très indépendant, mais était-ce toujours une bonne chose? Indépendant, et lointain. Il a pris une photo rapide de lui-même donnant le symbole de la paix et un sourire et envoyé, puis a fermé son ordinateur. Il a pris son téléphone, et a mis de côté une des nombreuses lettres qu'il avait sur son bureau, et une manche qui avait un clip dessus, qu'il a enveloppé autour de son bicep, a attaché son téléphone à lui, et a branché quelques casques de bluetooth. Il est 17 h 45.
Un jogging matinal avant de frapper la salle de gym, jogging autour de l'école, un tour juste les frontières intérieures, et puis jogging en arrière. Au moment où il était revenu, il était 6h30 du matin. Il n'avait jamais été un joggeur rapide en raison de son manque personnel d'endurance. Mais après de nombreuses années, il avait commencé à le construire à nouveau. Il avait vu une autre personne, un étudiant plus récent qui était venu au cours des derniers mois, en sortant à son retour. Pauvre fille, si elle voulait faire des joggings plus longs, elle n'aurait pas besoin de sortir plus tôt. Hors de son souffle, il s'est arrêté à la salle de gym pour prendre un verre et continuer son entraînement. Des étirements, des liftings morts, des squats, des montées, des montées (largement armées et une armée), des montées avec ses bras et sa queue, et quelques autres activités diverses pour maintenir son rythme cardiaque. Normalement, il en faisait plus, mais il était pressé à l'heure et il voulait avoir le temps pour le petit déjeuner.
Il a regagné son propre dortoir. Il était assez proche de sa propre résidence de la position à la salle de gym, donc, malgré son physique un peu épuisé- revenir à la maison pour faire une énorme pile de crêpes, bacon, jambon, bruns de haschisch, saucisse... Vous l'appelez, n'était pas très difficile. Alors qu'il préparait la nourriture, il plaça la lettre qu'il avait choisie sur sa table de cuisine. Sa famille lui envoyait souvent des messages par courrier texto ou par escargot et chaque semaine, il en ouvrait un. Il s'est assis à table et a posé sa nourriture. D'une main, il a jeté de la nourriture dans sa goélette et avec l'autre a déchiré le papier flasque ouvert avec sa griffe, et l'a retourné ouvert, en prenant une carte. Alors qu'il l'ouvrait, une carte postale tombait sur la table. Ses yeux lui clignaient, pour s'assurer qu'il ne tombait pas dans sa nourriture ou hors de la table. Voyant que c'était sûr, il a retourné son attention à la carte sans vraiment traiter l'image encore. Il mâchait et avalait et repoussait son assiette vide pour le suivant plein, et vérifiait brièvement sa montre. Il était cher à la recherche et en acier inoxydable. Sa mère l'avait envoyé à lui à son 20ème anniversaire. Il se joignit à la chaîne d'argent autour du cou avec sa main libre qui n'était (étrangement) pas en train de lui fourrer de la nourriture dans la bouche. Il avait eu ça à 21 ans. Il était 7h30. Il a commencé à lire la lettre, elle a été écrite dans cursive soignée, certainement l'écriture de sa sœur.
"J'espère que vous allez bien Échelles! Tu nous manques ici! J'ai hâte de te revoir, de te rendre visite un jour, Kay? Je t'aime!"
- Samantha Olin
PS: Considérez cela comme votre invitation!
Henry a sillonné ses arêtes oculaires sur la lettre pendant un moment, et a regardé en arrière vers le bas à la carte postale. Il s'agissait d'une photo de sa sœur, probablement ayant été cassée par le serveur au restaurant chic dans lequel ils étaient. Sammy avait l'air incroyable, habillée d'une belle robe rouge, son teint asiatique angélique, ses cheveux bruns dormés en une fine tressée. L'air de choc et d'appréhension sur son visage...
L'homme devant elle était agenouillé sur un genou, il était beau : caucasien avec une peau légèrement bronzée, de grands cheveux brun foncé et des yeux brun chocolat. Son visage, du moins du côté, avait l'air anguleux et masculin. Il avait le regard de James Bond vers lui: grand, sombre, et beau. Mais contrairement à James Bond, il avait un sourire lumineux et brillant et des yeux amicaux. Il avait parlé à l'homme lors d'un appel Skype dans le passé, mais il n'avait jamais vu le visage d'Henry. Scott était son nom, et d'après ce qu'il avait entendu Scott était bon humorisé et un vrai sel de la terre genre de gars. Il était en costume, et il tenait une boîte noire avec quelque chose de pétillant.
Les yeux d'Henry clignèrent et passèrent la photo furieusement. Il a été précipité avec une vague de nostalgie. Soudain il avait quatre ans et sa sœur avait sept ans, et ils jouaient dans le jardin avec leur labo noir Monroe, qui n'était qu'un chiot à l'époque. Puis il a été amené à la réalité, un homme adulte, un super-héros puissant. Sa sœur une jeune femme forte et belle qui allait bientôt devenir la femme forte et belle de quelqu'un. Henry a failli tomber en panne.
Il a posé la note, et a poussé sa plaque vide de côté. Si quelqu'un le voyait, ils se moqueraient de lui. Mais sa sœur se mariait! Il avait toujours été aussi proche de ses frères et sœurs. Il l'aimait tellement et il était si heureux qu'elle a fini avec quelqu'un qui l'a rendue si heureuse. Il devrait demander à la direction de prendre deux semaines de congé dans les huit prochains mois, pour être là pour le mariage. Il faudrait qu'il lui réponde.
Il a regardé autour de lui.
Soudain, la table semblait beaucoup plus solitaire qu'elle ne l'avait été auparavant.
Il soupira et plaça la carte pour finir de manger. Quand il a fini, il a placé l'assiette dans le lave-vaisselle pour nettoyer plus tard. Il était 7 h 45, les gens commençaient à venir à l'école bientôt, après avoir terminé leur préparation du matin. Il a placé la carte postale et la lettre contre le frigo, entre autres cartes, et a utilisé un aimant pour la garder à l'endroit où il l'a planté. En sortant, il a pris un grand manteau brun qui était aussi humonge que son pantalon et sa chemise étaient, et est parti pour assister à sa classe. C'était un lundi aujourd'hui. Il sentait que la légitime défense était dans l'ordre. Rien de mieux que de voir les gens se casser la gueule l'un de l'autre. On lui avait dit que de nouveaux étudiants arriveraient aujourd'hui et qu'il recevrait un SMS quand et s'il en avait besoin.
Ce qui était certain. Pas de honte pour Nina, comme elle était une leader incroyable, mais la moitié du temps le personnel était aussi désorganisé qu'une salle pleine de singes se jetant la merde l'un sur l'autre.
Aujourd'hui allait être intéressant. Il pouvait le sentir dans ses tripes.
Henry Olin



Real Name:
Henry J. Olin
Superhero Alias:
In his time before he was an teacher, and before he was an Elite, in his domestic military years during training he was given the nickname Dragonfly. This name however is off the records, as his position in the Elites left little for the Media to credit.
Gender:
Yes.
...Prefers male.
Age:
27
Appearance:
At full height, he stands at a gargantuan 9'2. He’s about as tall as the average polar bear at the shoulder when walking on all fours to give some perspective. He is in the same weight category as a bear or a horse as well, going to show he is far, FAR from a stick. Henry is still humanoid when standing upright, having a torso but no belly button mark is left. Assuming he's completely naked (normally he wears some special clothing that was designed for him at the institution, changes with his skin color) Henry can look very odd. Henry's scales are a dirty white coloration, and a red streak surrounds his eyes and runs like a racing stripe down each of his flanks, meeting at the end of his tail. He also has black, puma like splotches and stripes that liter his white scales giving him a very interesting, Tegu-like coloration. His scales are leathery in one direction and rough like sandpaper and sharp in the other, his skin being like that of a shark's- made of tiny teeth, which will change coloration on command. His arms and legs are thick and lanky: every inch of Henry's frame is taut with muscle; he is visibly the strongest person around- if you were to call him a person at this point. Henry's mouth and jaw have extended outwards as his head has become a snout with his transformation, his nose and face broadening outwards into a very saurian snout, with his ears and nose and other cartilage structures degrading away. He is entirely unrecognizable as the man once known as Henry Olin; now, he just looks like some freakish thing that crawled up out of Jurassic Park. He has a long, thick tail, which is prehensile, and extremely strong and powerful. It can curl up like chameleons or drag along the ground like an iguana’s, helping his massive frame balance more easily, or more commonly it comes up and off the ground when he walks on all fours or on two legs. Henry's hands have mutated heavily, his fingers elongating and growing huge three-inch claws. With one, his pinky, becoming a rough nub, is degraded away leaving him with only four usable fingers. His feet have already fully morphed into three-toed Raptor like feet. All of his toe claws are capable of extending like that of a cat's claw and releasing a huge sickle claw nine inches in total length. Henry's attire… due to one of his abilities normal clothes become a hindrance over anything else, and he is usually outfitted with his exosuit if he plans to use this ability to the maximum efficiency. However, in times of emergency, he is very happy to shred his clothing and haul ass out, as he can do so and still keep it PG. His genitalia, much like that of a reptile’s, is not readily viewed unless he wants them to be.
Power Set:
Overview:
There is way too much to say about what exactly Henry can do. Henry is a large, and very, very physically strong Meta human, if not due to his sheer size, than to his power. Reptiles are extremely strong for their sizes. To give you a mathematical representation of just how much force Henry can pack with his size... A 250 lb football player, running 15 mph, has more kinetic energy than a bullet fired from an AK-47 rifle. Henry is over nine feet tall, weighs in at about half a TON, and can move at forty miles an hour in a sprint. Henry is on a whole other playing field physically compared to nearly everyone. He does not throw punches. He does not tackle. He hits like a car, and in the words of Miley Cyrus, hits like a wrecking ball.
While not armored like a crocodile, his skin is very thick and leathery, much more so than a humans at least, and his scales are very much like that of a sharks, almost like backwards facing teeth that reduce drag in the water and make his skin fairly rough or sharp when dragging your hand across it the wrong way. He is a very agile creature by nature. He is extremely flexible. He is able to bend and jump and move from place to pace at an incredible pace, his reptilian body being very good at navigating most areas with relative ease. His front limbs are longer than the average humans, allowing him to move on all fours with no discomfort, and his torso is slightly elongated, allowing him to almost prowl like a large cat. Coupled with a leg structure that is very different to the usual humans (with his ankle join extending out and giving him a second leg joint to work with) and his strength, he can effectively sprint at forty miles an hour. His legs are extremely strong and with the propulsion of his arms he can effectively lunge about twenty feet forward. His legs along allow him to jump surprisingly high for a creature his size and he will use this to his advantage. His senses are very well tuned and more power than any humans. He has a regenerative healing factor that allows him to regrow full limbs if they are lost, not just his tail, within a relatively short period of time. His body is long and lithe. His skull is long, his neck is long and flexible, his body and limbs would be called lanky if they weren’t so muscular, and his tail makes up easily half his length. This almost snake like body shape allows for fluid and elegant movement (if he times it right he can dodge a punch to the face by craning his neck) with relatively quick speed. His bones are also composed of thick cartilage, granting him an almost inhuman ability to bend and turn at odd angles without terrible amounts of discomfort. Thus giving him an even more flexible body. Henry has most of the abilities of amphibians, lizards, snakes, and birds. A bacteria infested bite, claws, a nasty set of triple rowed teeth (some shark like, others more crocodilian, a very powerful form color change (Not invisibility, but close), and some other weird things thrown in there. It has been said that he potentially has the ability to shift to the female gender and then back to male, although this is largely unknown as nobody wants to go up to him and say "Hey, become a girl!" because he probably doesn't know how exactly to do that (and it's not like they know what he looks like besides hearing his voice). He also has the ability to breath in water through his skin like a frog, and... Well, in another way which he nor I want to discuss. You want to know how? Look up how Irwin's turtles do it.
He also has an ability that opens up a whole new dynamic to his world, which is the ability to wall crawl. Employing a tactic much like Geckos with large claws and hands that act on London Dispersion Forces, Henry’s hands are covered with tiny hook like hairs that allow him to latch on and hold onto nearly any surface. Because of how this system of crawling works, Henry is almost completely silent as he moves. Henry has an extremely powerful set of senses (hearing, sight, and smell, etc). Especially smell. He has two ways of smelling the air, which is through his nose and then through his tongue like a snake. Also like a snake, he has two pits right in front of his eyes that allow him to heat-seek like a viper. Along his snout there are tiny pores that allow him to actually sense mild electrical pulses that come from muscle movement and the heart beating. His blood also has displayed a much lower pH than that of regular blood, making it un-survivable for most diseases, and will denature protein based compounds such as venom to the point where they function at a less potent effect, or simply do not function at all depending on the lethality.
Speaking of venom, Henry has two large fangs like that of a rattlesnake’s that can spring out and are attached to the same muscles that allow him to retract his teeth. These fangs are not quite as thick as his crocodilian teeth, but are curved and about four inches in length, making them the largest teeth in his mouth. They fold back into the roof of his mouth most of the time. Because he is so large, the venom is relatively weak and acts more as a sedative over an actual Neurotoxins or Cytotoxin's. His jaws also have the ability to unhinge from his skull, and extend where his chin would be, allowing him to swallow things much larger than his skull whole if need be.
Henry is a survivor. Like all reptiles he is incredibly resilient by nature, often not showing signs of illness or pain until it's either too late or he's gotten over it (there's a video out there I meant to link with Steve Irwin in a snorkeling expedition, in which he captures an Alligator that is missing two limbs and part of it's tail living in the wild successfully) that, in combination with a natural accelerated healing rate, can make him very hard to kill. In times of trial and dire need for food and sustenance Henry has shown that he has ‘lukewarm blood’. His body temperature normally hovers around 76-81 F at any given time, as he is warm blooded. However, he can change his metabolism style to cold blooded, and can hibernate in this stage for a very long time, to the point where liver failure is the cause of death before he actually starves.
Other Skills: 
Henry, as stated in the personality section, is excellent at reading people. He doesn't really have a fighting style, but compared to just about everyone and thing he is neigh impossible to fight without a weapon of some kind (and even then he's a huge pain). Henry is incredibly intelligent, not on par with those who have intelligence as their power, but obviously beyond that of a regular human. What makes the difference is that he is far better at applying his intellect and judgement than most people are for his age. This maturity allows him greater patience, problem solving, and processing power than most individuals his age and below severely lack. He is a very old soul in a forever youthful body.
Weaknesses:
Henry is a very big creature. Big creatures eat a lot. Henry consumes about eight or nine pounds of food a day. To give you an idea of how much he eats, he will eat about three whole chickens every two days, ten in a week, about five hundred and twenty a year. That’s about 3,740~lbs, give or take, of food a year. The average American eats about 1,996lbs of food a year. He eats very close to twice as much as a human eats. Because his blood is acidic, internal bleeding is a problem for him. The insides of his organs are resistant. The outsides? Not so much. While he can and has recovered from this, it is the best way to put him out of a fight. The reason behind this is because his blood can cause serious inflammation and swelling in the area of the wound. Because he is so big, Henry also has a hard time fitting into some spaces. This also works against him if he’s crawling on certain things. Most objects aren’t built to support things of his weight and he will break them. He has literally warped fire escape steps in the past going down them from being on them, chairs collapse under his weight, you get the gist. His size makes him a larger target, and while he may be hard to hurt, if you catch him by surprise you can hurt him. Blunt force weapons and small bladed weapons (such as knives) are not very affective when dealing with him (a stab wound would seal within the hour, most likely). And flat out punching him, you’re more likely to hurt your hand over hurt him. Honestly, the best way to fight him is to literally come at him with a firearm or with something he has trouble flat-out absorbing, like a sword (in reality, this would be a nonissue. However people like to carry swords in RPs for some reason), or anything that’s ranged. There is also the fact that he has hollow bones. While just as strong as a human’s, he has to be careful about throwing his body around all the time because he will break things. If he threw a punch and connected with a wall he would probably shatter his knuckles and blow a hole through the wall. Henry’s body also lacks stamina naturally. He, as a creature, is built for short bursts of movement instead of long distance speed. He is not built for chases, and most definitely not for distance running or a constant level of high activity over a long period of time. He might be able to sprint the 300-meter dash, but he’ll have trouble running the mile. Because his senses are so powerful sensory overload can be a big problem for him. He literally cant handle large amounts of bright light and colors can cause him a lot of pain and confusion. Like, for him, without his exosuit, driving during the night (if he got a car that big) or being near a busy street would probably render him in the fetal position with sensory overload due to all the loud noises and bright lights from the car’s headlights. If he goes into a hibernation like state to last as long as he does, he will most likely do nothing but breathe once and hour for a very long time. It is an emergency thing to do and it really isn’t good for his body to do it for long. I’d also like to point out that Henry’s regenerative ability is NOT like that of Wolverine’s. It’s about twice as fast as a human’s. He will NOT bounce back from any wound unless it’s minor, much like a normal human. It can take him months to grow back a limb depending on how damaged it is or where he lost it; and weeks to recover from various other injuries (The average stab wound recovery time is two to three weeks. Henry would recover in one week or so depending on where the injury is).
Subject:
Self Defense, ROTC, P.E., and various firearm registration courses depending on the age of his students on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. On Tuesdays and Thursdays he, as a retired and reserve Elite, will sometimes contact certain individuals that seek to join the forces of those like that of the Elite and will provide links to the career path.
Somedays drill sergeant, somedays guidance councilor.
Personality:
Henry is, despite what you might expect from a military trained professional, a pretty cool guy. He's really laid back and will often share a good laugh if he can with anything or one, really. He has tried to be the change he wishes to see for the freaks. He's extremely smart, border lining insane. He is hurt when people don't give him the time of day for anything, but one of his character flaws or errors is that he is stubborn and will try to get everyone to like him. It's also this bull headed stubbornness that has gotten him into trouble before in doing things he shouldn't be. He allows himself to trust most anyone in the organization until they give him a reason for distrust rather than the other way around, and this can lead to pitfalls later on. He has an innate love for teaching and while he often acts as a drill Sergeant for some of the training regarding new Meta recruits from time to time, he isn't as hard as he can come across. Hell, he just loves to help people develop. For back of a better description, he is a nerd, but he is somewhat cool nerd/king of the nerds.
He will happily throw himself on the live grenade if it meant saving others. This is the Henry that most people see outside of class in school. But when he was on a mission or dealing with a problem student… that is another story. Henry is a powerful Meta human, capable of widespread destruction and loss of life. If he weren’t already Superhero, he’d be one of their prime targets. He has shown he is in complete control of his mentality, and has shown intellect and physical properties, which are both, superhuman. When he went on missions for the Elite, it had been documented that he is different. He has described it as feeling innately on edge about everything. He is less talkative, less like a big teddy-lizard. He becomes more… predatory. He functions more often than not as a spec-ops agent who uses his abilities to survey persons of interest once their power has been confirmed. He uses stealth and silence over anything else to figure out the daily habits of those he is watching. When he was on a ‘Neutralization’ or ‘capture and contain’ mission, he would tends to use the same strategy, but with different altercations. His favorite strategy was to have his group drive the target into a place where he waits, and then when they are there, he springs the trap and usually overwhelms them with his size, power, and speed.
He will often recall stories of missions he took part in for the student's amusement/inspiration and in some cases to raise them up morally. As a guidance councilor he has dealt with some students that came from bad homes and had bad pasts. He is good at making connections to people and will often go out of his way in an attempt to understand what they are going through or went through. In this position he has been described as the nicest person in the world and it is a very well earned title. Several students visit him on a regular basis and use him as a makeshift therapist when it comes to simply listening or discussing problems. Because of this he is often very good at breaking people down (even if he lets himself trust them and gets burned by them). He has has tried to step in and help people on the regular and while he has been forced to come to the conclusion that he cannot save them all, he sure as hell will try. He does this because, due to his days working with the military and elites he had developed PTSD. Much like American Sniper Chris Kyle he deal with the effects he has developed by helping other people, mainly students, with their own issues. This approach has indirectly allowed him to fight his own inner demons, and rather successfully. But there are still nights that he would cry himself to sleep every now and again, you know, if he had tear ducts.
Backstory:
Henry J. Olin was born in May, 1988.
When he was born, he was average weight, and had a full head of hair and looked like a little old man. He did nothing but scream and shit for three days after that.
And for a while, Henry was a normal boy. He attended normal school, was normal height, and looked like a normal half Japanese boy from a normal upper middle class Canadian family.
Then, when he turned twelve in 7th grade, puberty hit him like a freight train. Unlike most his awkward phase was extremely short. Also unlike most he turned into a huge ass lizard monster.
Yes you read that right.
Within the span of a week he had literally eaten all the food in the house, undergone excruciating pain, and became literally the most pissed off kid you will ever meet. Brooding teenagers have nothing on him. He quite literally nearly took his sister's hand off for trying to swipe away a spare meatball. If this was Oregon trail everyone's diets were set to bare bones for about eight weeks for sheer survival purposes as he literally ate everything (there are bite makes on the dinner table for evidence). Henry's mother took him to the hospital, and to many forms of therapists and none of which had ever seen something like him before. Even in the Superhuman field.
Henry was taken out of school, and as he regained control over himself and his body calmed down, he wasn't anywhere near what he was when the transformation began eight days before. Standing at a staggering 6'5 from his previous 4'11, and weighing in at a gaunt 210 lbs, Henry was unhealthy, and overall sick, but still much larger and stronger than his own father (Who was about 5'10, 170 lbs). His body was still suffering the effects of the chemical changes and metabolism shift from warm blooded to lukewarm. His awkward stage continued for another week or so as his body adapted, and gained weight. He ate as much as before, but he wasn't as violent in doing so. Eventually he calmed down over the next two weeks, being a solid 401 lbs. At the weight of 411, he was actually capable of passing urine and passed his first stool since he began the change two and a half weeks before. When school started up again he did online school, and when the 8th grade year ended, Henry was placed on Herculean's list after displaying superhuman abilities in terms of feats of strength, speed, stamina, and intelligence. Henry began to become smarter and excelling at work even more so than what his already intelligent parents thought he ever would normally. At the age of fifteen he was admitted into the Herculean Academy, and was contacted by the Elites at the age of eighteen when he graduated. When the time came, after many conversations with his family and with himself, Henry admitted himself into the training regime. He's seen some shit, and he's pretty damned hardened because of it. He would by lying if he said hadn't seen people explode, or kill others and themselves in fits of rage or fear. He's been in lot disasters too; he survived them and helped others push through it. He's experienced loss, but he's also experienced some of the most beautiful things the world has to offer.
He acted as one of the most powerful Enforcer’s of civilian and domestic military action and military operations (that most didn't and ever will see). The bite the backs up the bark. Henry is one of the best there is at what he does. He has been sent in for several investigations of Meta Human crime and has taken part in many missions that he can't tell you about without having to kill you. He was a daredevil in practice, often disregarding his own health for the sake of his team mates. He has taken over sixty three confirmed body shots and four shots to the skull and while he had to be dragged out in a medical evacuation afterward he survived and came back at full function within the year on all occasions. In terms of Hero vs Villain, he often played as different role than the upfront attacker he played as in his domestic military days. Often being armed with a sniper rifle of sorts and being one of the best assassins the Elites employed. While other meta humans had abilities more destructive and showy than he did, Henry was more intelligent. He had been set on fire, thrown a hundred yards by telekinesis, electrocuted, put through hypoxia, etc. several times before he felt out the place he fit best in (sniper) as he was not a fan of any of that.
He was often employed on shoot to kill missions. The few he wasn't on, were shoot to permanently cripple and maim. He retired from the Elite's prime task force because he did not enjoy killing, and he suffers heavily now from it. But an Elite, a superhero is never truly retired. Crime never sleeps, after all.
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Henry is good at using his body. He knows his strength very well and how much to apply to bruise (or kill). Henry has also gone through basic and somewhat advanced military training. He is not a good shot, but he is a capable of wielding, building, and loading most forms of firearms well enough to pass boot camp. He is fairly good at handling delicate situations with diplomacy or with a careful hand (breaking up with your girlfriend or disarming a bomb with only basic instructions on how).
Despite being a seasoned veteran in superhuman diplomacy and war, his greatest attributes are mostly eating and sleeping. He is one hell of a Mario kart player (he always chooses Yoshi), and he loves playing pool of chess from time to time. He has been trying to get the staff-body to go to a local sports bar for a while. No one is sure why. He's got a mean poker face (mainly because you cant tell what the hell what he's doing with his lips half the time).
He’s also really good at eating competitions. He once ate all of his own, as well as his opponent’s food in a hot dog eating contest and won 3000$.
The best voice actor that I could use to describe him would be Michael Clarke Duncan.