Post by geigerskunk on Feb 20, 2009 23:04:45 GMT -5
Name: Geiger Skunk (No, I'm not a Metal Gear Solid character.)
Alternate name (if applicable): Philip Melaas (Secret identity. Shhh...)
Global chat handle: Geiger Skunk
Occupation: Student, Freelance Photographer, Zen Fisher, Punisher of the Wrongdoers
Physical Description: I'm tall for my age, (16) but my build is hardly athletic. If you need to contact me in public, I'll be wearing skin-tight black spandex with a broad, white stripe from my neck to my feet, resembling the pattern found on a skunk. Stop laughing. I wear a mask, too, which some have described as resembling the one worn by some Spider...guy...thing from New York. Never heard of him.
Special Abilities ((power sets)): Most of my powers seem to take the form of atomic particle acceleration. That is, shooting radioactive lasers. I'm not quite sure how, but I can also alter the sub-atomic structure of other bodies, healing, strengthening, or even restoring life. My abilities are always changing, though. I seem to find new applications for my powers ever now and then.
Race (if not human): I'm human. Just look at my neck!
Home planet (if not Earth): I love Earth.
Background information: I always liked skunks. Everyone looks at me funny when they learn this, but I really love skunks. Insane fluffy cuteness aside, I feel a kinship with them in many ways. This is why I felt so compelled to set one free from its trap in a meadow one night. When I did this, I had expected to be sprayed by the poor little frightened fluff, but I hadn't noticed that the skunk was slightly glowing and highly radioactive, perhaps escaped from some sick experiment. Being sprayed by a radioactive skunk is indescribably painful, I learned then and there. Somehow, though, the radioactive contamination didn't kill me. In fact, after the vomiting stopped, strange, invisible mutations began to manifest in my biology. I realized this when I was drinking from a plastic cup and stubbed my toe on a chair. I became highly frustrated, still being moody from my illness. Frustration gave way to confusion, however, as I noticed that the plastic cup had melted in my hand and was oozing onto the floor. I had been given a gift. Once I learned to use it, I vowed to use this gift to protect skunkies from those who wish them harm, and also to protect what skunks represent to me: Innocence. Benevolence. Peace.
What brings you to the Galacto-Rangers?: The prospect of decreasing the suckiness of the world in a community free of angsty demon-dragons or gothic ninja robots, a fundamental human desire to feel a sense of belonging and kinship with others, and I'm tired of doing everything alone all the time.
What will YOU bring to the Galacto-Rangers?: Sharp wit, a pleasantly eccentric personality, and a dependable member of the group.
Alternate name (if applicable): Philip Melaas (Secret identity. Shhh...)
Global chat handle: Geiger Skunk
Occupation: Student, Freelance Photographer, Zen Fisher, Punisher of the Wrongdoers
Physical Description: I'm tall for my age, (16) but my build is hardly athletic. If you need to contact me in public, I'll be wearing skin-tight black spandex with a broad, white stripe from my neck to my feet, resembling the pattern found on a skunk. Stop laughing. I wear a mask, too, which some have described as resembling the one worn by some Spider...guy...thing from New York. Never heard of him.
Special Abilities ((power sets)): Most of my powers seem to take the form of atomic particle acceleration. That is, shooting radioactive lasers. I'm not quite sure how, but I can also alter the sub-atomic structure of other bodies, healing, strengthening, or even restoring life. My abilities are always changing, though. I seem to find new applications for my powers ever now and then.
Race (if not human): I'm human. Just look at my neck!
Home planet (if not Earth): I love Earth.
Background information: I always liked skunks. Everyone looks at me funny when they learn this, but I really love skunks. Insane fluffy cuteness aside, I feel a kinship with them in many ways. This is why I felt so compelled to set one free from its trap in a meadow one night. When I did this, I had expected to be sprayed by the poor little frightened fluff, but I hadn't noticed that the skunk was slightly glowing and highly radioactive, perhaps escaped from some sick experiment. Being sprayed by a radioactive skunk is indescribably painful, I learned then and there. Somehow, though, the radioactive contamination didn't kill me. In fact, after the vomiting stopped, strange, invisible mutations began to manifest in my biology. I realized this when I was drinking from a plastic cup and stubbed my toe on a chair. I became highly frustrated, still being moody from my illness. Frustration gave way to confusion, however, as I noticed that the plastic cup had melted in my hand and was oozing onto the floor. I had been given a gift. Once I learned to use it, I vowed to use this gift to protect skunkies from those who wish them harm, and also to protect what skunks represent to me: Innocence. Benevolence. Peace.
What brings you to the Galacto-Rangers?: The prospect of decreasing the suckiness of the world in a community free of angsty demon-dragons or gothic ninja robots, a fundamental human desire to feel a sense of belonging and kinship with others, and I'm tired of doing everything alone all the time.
What will YOU bring to the Galacto-Rangers?: Sharp wit, a pleasantly eccentric personality, and a dependable member of the group.
