adaptable fuckboi
###^(BASIC BIOGRAPHICAL INFORMATION)
Name: Finlay McIvor
Age: Technically 970, his 'actual' age is impossible to confirm.
Appearance: Tall, well built, and with an winning smile, Icarus is in a way made for the camera. He is around 6'2", with a body that one has after several years of consistent training and extreme sports. His hair is a wavy blonde mess, kept out of his eyes when he is patrolling but otherwise left to it's own devices. He is rather pale, and has a smooth Irish accent you could pick up from a mile away. One thing that is consistent through almost all of his style is the painted/stamped wings on the back of his jackets and some of his shirts and bags. He's tried the motorcycle helmet thing in 'costume' and they keep breaking, but he hasn't found anything better so he continues to replace them when he needs to hide his identity.
Mentality/Personality: The thing that Finlay craves most is adrenaline. The moments where his power just has to kick in to keep from from certain death. He's a playful junkie when it comes to that, risking his life at a drop of a hat and laughing about it as he goes. Regarded to be a little unhinged and reckless to the point of insanity at times, at least he's fun at parties. Beneath that is the pain of being pulled through time and the knowledge that any moment everything he has built since his last jump could be taken away from him in a moment's notice.
He genuinely wants to help people, and views his powers as a gift from an awful situation that he should pay forward by helping wherever and however he can. With his power being the way it is, when he is not drunk he tends to show up to armed confrontations, working with the good guys in order to save the day. With his family and friends he is like a big friendly teddy bear, affectionate and doting in a way that tends to embarrass people. A bit of a slut though, he is not above trying to pull all kinds of women - which has led to him appearing as 'the other man' on more than one occasion. Oh well, DM;HS.
Background:
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Affiliation/Reputation: The Order of the Iron Shield, at least until he was pulled away for a couple hundred years and pronounced dead. Since then, he makes his own way - relying on the increasing of his own funds to stay afloat if anything.
Resources: He arrives to this time dirt poor and a little lost, but he has a knack for finding and amassing enough cash to get by.
Equipment/Weaponry: Generally himself and the tattoos on his body.
###^(POWERS AND SKILLS)
Intended Tier: Delta
Power One: Pre-emptive adaptation/Combat Empowerment:
His body will adapt to any and all threats and danger he can see, picking the most optimised form to deal with all of them if there is more than one. This process takes time especially with the larger adaptations, and can be beaten by enough speed or by surprise attacks. Part of this is his power perceiving an 'ambient danger' level, which means that every waking hour his power supplies him with a physical strength and speed boost. Another part of that is enhanced regeneration, as his body would adapt to heal wounds faster. He can have multiple adaptations at once, but the further he is away from danger in either space or time, the shorter his adaptions will last as his power deems him 'saved'. Functionally, this means that as soon as danger or combat has passed he will be back to his base level in short order.
When he engages in physical melee combat with another person, his body will adapt enough for him to go toe to toe with them, excluding true speedsters and high level brutes [Anything outside of his tier]. The ultimate fight-or-flight response, he will become strong enough to match or fast enough to run from the perceived threat, adapting to gain enhanced reflexes in both options. His power also allows him to adapt basic powers, such as flight (through wings usually - and it's more of a glide), enhanced physical condition, and on one occasion he has developed an echolocation 'radar' sense but no true alternate powers have developed from this (e.g acid shooting, elemental manipulation). His power is far more likely to adapt him defensively than offensively, so if he was in danger of being crushed he would likely get a durability/speed boost to evade than a strength boost to catch or stall the falling object.
He can adapt to almost all kinds of ranged or mental attacks, as long as he can 'sense' the attack coming. If someone pulls a gun on him with intent to shoot, he will develop armoured skin in order to defend against the physical threat. If he knows that he is going up against someone with mental abilities and has a rough idea of what their power is, he adapts to become immune to their powers until he is out of danger. He cannot choose what the adaptation would be, and he cannot adapt on command - only in response to a threat (however he can and does try to trick himself into creating a fake threat to spark a change e.g throwing himself off a building to gain a shortlived flight adaptation - hence the name Icarus).
Things that have happened include but are not limited to the below.
| Situation | Adaptation |
|---|---|
| Space jump | Adapted systems to deal with excess heat and friction, creating wings and granting flight power. |
| Gunshot/Blaster power | Armored skin |
| Taser | Inability to conduct the electricity through his body for a moment. |
| Master/Stranger/Mind Powered foe | Psychic immunity (only with knowledge of the powers used against him). |
| Brute-type opponent | Enhanced physicals to match (excepting anything more than a 6 or so) |
| Fog-generating opponent | Temporary Sonar |
| Walking into a fire | Fire immunity, maintaining an average core temperature. |
| Extreme Cold | Cold immunity, maintaining an average core temperature. |
| Underwater | Pressure adaptation and water breathing |
| Bleeding out in a Canyon | Wound stitched itself together entiely in a two or three minutes. |
Maximum Augmentations: After several minutes of sustained fighting or conflict Icarus develops non-defensive physicals at a level/force proportional to his opponent. (60% of an Epsilon, 80% of a Delta, and 100% of anyone at or below Gamma) excluding specialised supernatural strength or speed. At his maximum he can hold seven individual augmentations to one situation at once, and they fade as soon as the danger has passed - gone completely and back to his normal form in a minute of no danger or in and that time is halved for every 500m away he is from the danger (i.e. if he ran away).
Power Two: Tattoo Magic
Skills and Specialisations: Driving, most extreme sports. Combat training of the kind to leave him a jack of all trades, master of none. He knows enough to fumble through most basic styles of fighting but he honestly just prefers to punch people or push them over and then punch them.
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**Weakness:** Surprise and speed can take him down before he can even adapt. He also has a life-threatening allergy to peanuts and tree nuts. Something about them causes his power to turn on his own body.
###^('ATTRIBUTES')
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Agility: Personal reaction is 80 ms and his power's is 20 ms.
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Posted Jun 17, 2017, 10:19 AM UTC · edited