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02-24-2006, 02:21 AM
Hero Name: Concrete Tiger
Identity: Jarred McCoy
Group Affiliation: Guardian Angels
Base of Operations: Los Angeles, California
Known Relatives: Grandfather
Click here for pic. (http://mama.indstate.edu/users/nova/concretetiger.jpg)
STATS
HT: 6'4"
WT: 210lbs
EYES: Green
HAIR: Blonde
STR: Average human
SPD: Above average human
AGL: Superhuman
END: Superhuman
Abilities:
Steel Claws
Accelerated Reflexes
Can leap and run like a tiger
Origin:
Jarred grew up in L.A. living on the streets. His mother abandoned him when he was a baby and he lived with his grandfather. It was like living by himself because his grandfather was a drunk. As he grew he noticed he could do some things other kids couldn't. He could jump higher than any other kid. When they played dodge ball, he would always win because they couldn't hit him with the ball. When he became a teenager he started spending a lot of time at the old boxing gym. He never wanted to be a boxer, he just did it for fun. It was obvious he could move his body quicker than any normal human and he didn't tire easily.
The toughest time of his life came when he was 18. A street gang called Ten Blades were running the neighborhoods. They were named by their leader, the Knife Collector. The story was he had stolen some very rare metal and had ten knives made from it. He hired nine thugs and gave each of them a knife. They had everyone scared with good reason. If you didn't follow their rules they would rub you out, no questions asked.
Jarred had always minded his own business, but when the Ten Blades murdered his best friends he was never the same. His buddies made the mistake of trying to stop the Ten Blades from taking advantage of an innocent woman. The Ten Blades won out. Jarred heard the news and was furious, but he knew he was outnumbered. He went into hiding for a couple months. Partly to give himself time to mourn and partly to devise a plan to get his revenge on the Ten Blades.
He needed to get each member of the Ten Blades alone so it would be one on one. He was able to do this at first. He easily took out the first 6 that way. They really didn't stand a chance. They couldn't land a punch on Jarred, he was too quick. Word got out quickly that one man was taking apart the Ten Blades. He was also collecting their knives. After he defeated each one, he would take their knife.
There were four left and one was the Knife Collector himself. The other three stuck together and were hunting for Jarred. He had no choice but to face them all together. He needed something besides his quickness. He needed something else to help even the odds. So he took the six knives he collected to an old friend of his grandfathers. His hobbie was blacksmithing like in the old days. He was able to construct devices that strapped around Jarred's wrists. With a trigger on the devices Jarred would be able to extend the knives over the top of his fists.
He met the three gang members in an alley. The devices would give him an edge in the fight. This time he would not come out of the fight without injury though. The three men did land some blows on Jarred that would leave scars. But they definitely got the worst of the fight. He sent each of them to the hospital. Now all that was left was the Knife Collector.
Jarred added the new knives to his wrist devices and rested for a couple of days. He would find the Knife Collector at his warehouse. He was easy to find because he wanted to be found.
"Hello Jarred, I've been waiting for you."
"I'm glad to hear that Knife Collector, I'm collecting knives myself these days and I only need one more to complete my current collection."
"You should have brought friends, your going to need them boy."
"Oh I have friends nearby."
The Knife Collector leaped towards Jarred and caught him by surprise. He sliced Jarred across the stomach.
"How did you do that?"
The Knife Collector chuckled. "I'm not your ordinary street fighter boy, I have special abilities. How do you think I have gotten this far in life?"
"I'll show you special!"
Jarred leaped over the Knife Collector's head extended his knives from his wrists and took a swipe, but it missed. The Knife Collector jabbed Jarred in the leg with another knife and laughed in his face while Jarred laid on the cement floor of the warehouse.
Jarred quickly burned with rage. This made the pain of the wounds go away. He moved as quick as he ever had. He whipped his legs around and knocked the Knife Collector off his feet. He swung a claw into the Knife Collector's leg. The Knife Collector screamed in pain. Jarred swiped the final knife from his hand and stood up.
"Now your not so special are you?"
The Knife Collector quickly rolled to his left and slapped a button on a support beam. Knives flew out of the nearby wall towards Jarred. He was able to dodge most of them but one caught him in the back of the leg. The Knife Collector hobbled to his car while Jarred pulled the knife out of his leg. The Knife Collector turned to Jarred before getting into his car.
"This isn't over boy, you better watch your back."
As Jarred pulled himself up, the Knife Collector drove off.
Jarred whispered to himself. "No, you better watch your back boy."
Identity: Jarred McCoy
Group Affiliation: Guardian Angels
Base of Operations: Los Angeles, California
Known Relatives: Grandfather
Click here for pic. (http://mama.indstate.edu/users/nova/concretetiger.jpg)
STATS
HT: 6'4"
WT: 210lbs
EYES: Green
HAIR: Blonde
STR: Average human
SPD: Above average human
AGL: Superhuman
END: Superhuman
Abilities:
Steel Claws
Accelerated Reflexes
Can leap and run like a tiger
Origin:
Jarred grew up in L.A. living on the streets. His mother abandoned him when he was a baby and he lived with his grandfather. It was like living by himself because his grandfather was a drunk. As he grew he noticed he could do some things other kids couldn't. He could jump higher than any other kid. When they played dodge ball, he would always win because they couldn't hit him with the ball. When he became a teenager he started spending a lot of time at the old boxing gym. He never wanted to be a boxer, he just did it for fun. It was obvious he could move his body quicker than any normal human and he didn't tire easily.
The toughest time of his life came when he was 18. A street gang called Ten Blades were running the neighborhoods. They were named by their leader, the Knife Collector. The story was he had stolen some very rare metal and had ten knives made from it. He hired nine thugs and gave each of them a knife. They had everyone scared with good reason. If you didn't follow their rules they would rub you out, no questions asked.
Jarred had always minded his own business, but when the Ten Blades murdered his best friends he was never the same. His buddies made the mistake of trying to stop the Ten Blades from taking advantage of an innocent woman. The Ten Blades won out. Jarred heard the news and was furious, but he knew he was outnumbered. He went into hiding for a couple months. Partly to give himself time to mourn and partly to devise a plan to get his revenge on the Ten Blades.
He needed to get each member of the Ten Blades alone so it would be one on one. He was able to do this at first. He easily took out the first 6 that way. They really didn't stand a chance. They couldn't land a punch on Jarred, he was too quick. Word got out quickly that one man was taking apart the Ten Blades. He was also collecting their knives. After he defeated each one, he would take their knife.
There were four left and one was the Knife Collector himself. The other three stuck together and were hunting for Jarred. He had no choice but to face them all together. He needed something besides his quickness. He needed something else to help even the odds. So he took the six knives he collected to an old friend of his grandfathers. His hobbie was blacksmithing like in the old days. He was able to construct devices that strapped around Jarred's wrists. With a trigger on the devices Jarred would be able to extend the knives over the top of his fists.
He met the three gang members in an alley. The devices would give him an edge in the fight. This time he would not come out of the fight without injury though. The three men did land some blows on Jarred that would leave scars. But they definitely got the worst of the fight. He sent each of them to the hospital. Now all that was left was the Knife Collector.
Jarred added the new knives to his wrist devices and rested for a couple of days. He would find the Knife Collector at his warehouse. He was easy to find because he wanted to be found.
"Hello Jarred, I've been waiting for you."
"I'm glad to hear that Knife Collector, I'm collecting knives myself these days and I only need one more to complete my current collection."
"You should have brought friends, your going to need them boy."
"Oh I have friends nearby."
The Knife Collector leaped towards Jarred and caught him by surprise. He sliced Jarred across the stomach.
"How did you do that?"
The Knife Collector chuckled. "I'm not your ordinary street fighter boy, I have special abilities. How do you think I have gotten this far in life?"
"I'll show you special!"
Jarred leaped over the Knife Collector's head extended his knives from his wrists and took a swipe, but it missed. The Knife Collector jabbed Jarred in the leg with another knife and laughed in his face while Jarred laid on the cement floor of the warehouse.
Jarred quickly burned with rage. This made the pain of the wounds go away. He moved as quick as he ever had. He whipped his legs around and knocked the Knife Collector off his feet. He swung a claw into the Knife Collector's leg. The Knife Collector screamed in pain. Jarred swiped the final knife from his hand and stood up.
"Now your not so special are you?"
The Knife Collector quickly rolled to his left and slapped a button on a support beam. Knives flew out of the nearby wall towards Jarred. He was able to dodge most of them but one caught him in the back of the leg. The Knife Collector hobbled to his car while Jarred pulled the knife out of his leg. The Knife Collector turned to Jarred before getting into his car.
"This isn't over boy, you better watch your back."
As Jarred pulled himself up, the Knife Collector drove off.
Jarred whispered to himself. "No, you better watch your back boy."