PITCH
Has Returned!
ABILITIES
Enhanced Reflexes, Strength: He's strong enough to crush cars.
Body Warping: Pitch can bend, stretch, and contort any part of his body. He can shape his body into sharp or blunt objects at will.
Extreme Intelligence: Pitch has an IQ of 227. This allows him to be a great strategist almost always thinking of every possible way a situation can go.
Rapid Healing Factor: Pitch can heal from almost any injury as long as he has a certain amount of his body remaining.
Immunity To Poison: Pitch has an immunity to all poisons that would kill a normal human.
WEAKNESSES
God Complex: Even though he is a great strategist his God complex can sometimes make him do reckless things because he thinks he's immortal.
Healing Factor: The smaller his body parts are the longer it takes for him to put himself back together.
Poison Immunity: Even though he can't be killed by poison, some poisons can make him extremely sick.
Water: He hates Water. It will slow him down a considerable amount if enough water is poured on him due to his skin being super absorbent.
Lack of knowledge on proper fighting technique: He relies mostly on his powers to win a fight, even though he can dip, duck, dodge, and dip his way around enemy attacks… he isn't very good at attacking back.
STORY
Randall Mott was a normal teenage boy living in a nice suburban neighborhood with his mother. Until one day he found out that his brain was infected with a new virus. Doctors were unable to operate since the virus had made itself part of Randall's brain. But he showed no signs of illness for a few months after he got diagnosed, but then he started hearing things. At first they were just little whispers telling him to hurt people. Eventually the whispers became screams of pain and evil intent. Randall would have frequent nervous breakdowns to the point where his mother was going to send him to a mental institution. BUT the day that he was supposed to go he snapped and killed his mother before running away from home never to be seen again. Until 5 years and 132 days later on his 20th birthday where he was last seen, but not as the human boy he once was, but as a purple monster that had been created when the virus fully infected him. Now he roams the streets, killing anyone who thinks they're powerful enough to stop him from becoming God. He is wanted for 100,000 dollars at the moment.
PERSONALITY
Pitch thinks he's the new God and because of this he is very cocking in battle, he also tends to make fun of his opponent. Outside of battle he still isn't a kind person. He's rude, crude and most likely he will annoy you on purpose. The only way to get on his "Good" side if he thinks you could help him with his plan to take over the world.
APPEARANCE
Pitch is about 6 foot 4 inches tall. He has the shape of a fit, young man who's in his early 20's. He has completely purple skin and no ears or privates to speak of. He always wears a black top hat with a white striped along the bottom.
Here is what his face looks like:
His face is purple not yellow.
DEMO
The year was 2016. The night was young and the moon was full. A young man wearing a large coat and a hat was walking down a dusty city road. Lights along the road flickered on and off until eventually some of them stopped all together. The young man looked around quickly, not out of fear but a childlike curiosity as to why the lights died so suddenly. The young man felt a sudden tingly feeling that was present in the air, almost as if the area around him had started to fill with static electricity. A large grin beamed out from the shadow beneath the mans top hat as he quickly spun 180 degrees to face a teenage girl wearing a blue hoodie and tattered jeans. The girl’s skin looked as if she could be a cloud in disguise and her short, shoulder length hair was the exact opposite as it was the darkest shade of black the man had ever seen as if he were looking into the eye of a black hole. The girl stood there with her hands in her pockets and her legs kept close together. Everything seemed rather normal, odd but normal at the same time. Well at least until the man saw that the girl had two light blue, glowing eyes.
“I'm sorry man, but I’m gonna have to ask you to hand me your money before you get hurt.” The girl said with confidence. But this only made the young man laugh at her. “Hey! I'm not joking, give me your money now or else!” The girl looked pissed now, she hated the fact that he didn’t fear her or even care about her in the slightest. She quickly pulled her hands out of her pockets, there was electricity pulsating from her fingertips. As soon as the man saw this he stopped laughing.
“Nice hands, you must save a lot of money on night lights don’t you sweetheart?” The man said mockingly. This only made the girl angrier and she stepped forward getting ready to take a swing at the man, but as soon as she did this she was grabbed by the ankle and hoisted up into the air.
“Hey?! What the hell?! Let me down!!” She yelled as she tried to squirm her way out of her new upside down prison.
“It must be really hard to get a boyfriend with hands like those.” The man laughed at his own joke. The girl looked up at her leg where she saw a purple, tentacle like appendage wrapped around her leg as it started to ooze down covering more and more. She followed it and saw that I lead under the young man’s jacket.
“What are you?!” The girl yelled as she grabbed the appendage and sent electricity into it. But the man didn’t seem phased, in fact it seemed like he was more interested in the question than anything else. He grabbed his coat and flung it off, revealing a tall, slender, humanoid thing with purple skin, no ears, two dots for eyes, and a large grin stretched across his face. The tentacle around her leg was actually his arm, but his was stretched out and warped. As he began to speak he began to tighten his grip.
“Why that is a great question! What am I? Am I a man? Am I a monster? Well the truth is that I’m neither of those things!” He kept tightening his grip, to the point where the girl started screaming in pain. The goop that was his arm had covered her entire body except for her head. “What I really am …. Is your new God!”
The screaming stopped after that sentence was finished.
All that was left was the echo of a million cracking sounds, and one final whimper of death.
Battles:None
Points:0/0/0/0
Availability: Sure...
Has Returned!
ABILITIES
Abilities (Click to Show)
Enhanced Reflexes, Strength: He's strong enough to crush cars.
Body Warping: Pitch can bend, stretch, and contort any part of his body. He can shape his body into sharp or blunt objects at will.
Extreme Intelligence: Pitch has an IQ of 227. This allows him to be a great strategist almost always thinking of every possible way a situation can go.
Rapid Healing Factor: Pitch can heal from almost any injury as long as he has a certain amount of his body remaining.
Immunity To Poison: Pitch has an immunity to all poisons that would kill a normal human.
WEAKNESSES
Weaknesses (Click to Show)
God Complex: Even though he is a great strategist his God complex can sometimes make him do reckless things because he thinks he's immortal.
Healing Factor: The smaller his body parts are the longer it takes for him to put himself back together.
Poison Immunity: Even though he can't be killed by poison, some poisons can make him extremely sick.
Water: He hates Water. It will slow him down a considerable amount if enough water is poured on him due to his skin being super absorbent.
Lack of knowledge on proper fighting technique: He relies mostly on his powers to win a fight, even though he can dip, duck, dodge, and dip his way around enemy attacks… he isn't very good at attacking back.
STORY
story (Click to Show)
Randall Mott was a normal teenage boy living in a nice suburban neighborhood with his mother. Until one day he found out that his brain was infected with a new virus. Doctors were unable to operate since the virus had made itself part of Randall's brain. But he showed no signs of illness for a few months after he got diagnosed, but then he started hearing things. At first they were just little whispers telling him to hurt people. Eventually the whispers became screams of pain and evil intent. Randall would have frequent nervous breakdowns to the point where his mother was going to send him to a mental institution. BUT the day that he was supposed to go he snapped and killed his mother before running away from home never to be seen again. Until 5 years and 132 days later on his 20th birthday where he was last seen, but not as the human boy he once was, but as a purple monster that had been created when the virus fully infected him. Now he roams the streets, killing anyone who thinks they're powerful enough to stop him from becoming God. He is wanted for 100,000 dollars at the moment.
PERSONALITY
Pitch thinks he's the new God and because of this he is very cocking in battle, he also tends to make fun of his opponent. Outside of battle he still isn't a kind person. He's rude, crude and most likely he will annoy you on purpose. The only way to get on his "Good" side if he thinks you could help him with his plan to take over the world.
APPEARANCE
Pitch is about 6 foot 4 inches tall. He has the shape of a fit, young man who's in his early 20's. He has completely purple skin and no ears or privates to speak of. He always wears a black top hat with a white striped along the bottom.
Here is what his face looks like:
Face (Click to Show)
His face is purple not yellow.
DEMO
Demo (Click to Show)
The year was 2016. The night was young and the moon was full. A young man wearing a large coat and a hat was walking down a dusty city road. Lights along the road flickered on and off until eventually some of them stopped all together. The young man looked around quickly, not out of fear but a childlike curiosity as to why the lights died so suddenly. The young man felt a sudden tingly feeling that was present in the air, almost as if the area around him had started to fill with static electricity. A large grin beamed out from the shadow beneath the mans top hat as he quickly spun 180 degrees to face a teenage girl wearing a blue hoodie and tattered jeans. The girl’s skin looked as if she could be a cloud in disguise and her short, shoulder length hair was the exact opposite as it was the darkest shade of black the man had ever seen as if he were looking into the eye of a black hole. The girl stood there with her hands in her pockets and her legs kept close together. Everything seemed rather normal, odd but normal at the same time. Well at least until the man saw that the girl had two light blue, glowing eyes.
“I'm sorry man, but I’m gonna have to ask you to hand me your money before you get hurt.” The girl said with confidence. But this only made the young man laugh at her. “Hey! I'm not joking, give me your money now or else!” The girl looked pissed now, she hated the fact that he didn’t fear her or even care about her in the slightest. She quickly pulled her hands out of her pockets, there was electricity pulsating from her fingertips. As soon as the man saw this he stopped laughing.
“Nice hands, you must save a lot of money on night lights don’t you sweetheart?” The man said mockingly. This only made the girl angrier and she stepped forward getting ready to take a swing at the man, but as soon as she did this she was grabbed by the ankle and hoisted up into the air.
“Hey?! What the hell?! Let me down!!” She yelled as she tried to squirm her way out of her new upside down prison.
“It must be really hard to get a boyfriend with hands like those.” The man laughed at his own joke. The girl looked up at her leg where she saw a purple, tentacle like appendage wrapped around her leg as it started to ooze down covering more and more. She followed it and saw that I lead under the young man’s jacket.
“What are you?!” The girl yelled as she grabbed the appendage and sent electricity into it. But the man didn’t seem phased, in fact it seemed like he was more interested in the question than anything else. He grabbed his coat and flung it off, revealing a tall, slender, humanoid thing with purple skin, no ears, two dots for eyes, and a large grin stretched across his face. The tentacle around her leg was actually his arm, but his was stretched out and warped. As he began to speak he began to tighten his grip.
“Why that is a great question! What am I? Am I a man? Am I a monster? Well the truth is that I’m neither of those things!” He kept tightening his grip, to the point where the girl started screaming in pain. The goop that was his arm had covered her entire body except for her head. “What I really am …. Is your new God!”
The screaming stopped after that sentence was finished.
All that was left was the echo of a million cracking sounds, and one final whimper of death.
Battles:None
Points:0/0/0/0
Availability: Sure...