Post by Namor on May 8, 2006 18:13:20 GMT -5
Name: Namor McKenzie
Alias: The Submariner , Prince of Blood, Avenging son of Atlantis
Age: 75
Gender: M
Side: (Against the SHR Act)
Appearance: Tall, muscular, Caucasian, pointed ears, slanted eyebrows, nearly constant scowl, black sea skin vest and pants.
Height: 6’ 3”
Weight: 320 lbs
Eye Colour: Blue Grey
Hair Colour: Black
Mutation/Powers: Namor possesses a high level of superhuman strength, enabling him to lift/press up to 100 tons while in contact with water; his strength gradually decreases according to the length of time he is out of water and can eventually dwindle to no more than slightly above human level; renewed exposure to water will immediately restore his abilities.
In addition to his great strength, Namor possesses superhuman stamina and durability, a result of his body’s adaptation to underwater pressures. He also possesses superhuman agility, reflexes, and speed, with a maximum swimming speed of roughly 60 mph. Namor is able to fly via the finlike wings on his ankles, and he possesses a telepathic rapport with many, but not all, forms of marine life. Like all Atlanteans, he has a prolonged lifespan and his body is specially developed for underwater conditions, granting him specialized blood circulation to withstand freezing temperatures and highly developed vision to see clearly even in murky ocean depths. This hybrid physiology means he can survive indefinitely underwater or on land (though he would still need occasional contact with water to survive).
Complete lack of contact with water will prove fatal in about a week’s time. Namor has demonstrated a vulnerability to oxygen imbalance when remaining too long in either water or air, resulting in manic-depressive mood swings; he can prevent this imbalance by dividing his time between the two atmospheres. He has occasionally used scientific or magical means to regulate his oxygen levels.
History/Background: (Here’s the short version)
Son to a seaman and Atlantian prince in the artic, Namor was born a powerful hybrid with the strongest attributes of both races, and some other weird things (see above). He grew up as an outcast in the undersea nation, and could not find his place above the sea.
He hated the threat of the ignorant surface people and got pissed at New York for impinging on Atlantian territory. He fought with the original, much cooler, Human Torch and was stopped from destroying the East Coast. Later, the Nazis floated in with their U-boats and pissed off Namor again. So he fought with the Torch, then joined Cap and the Invaders against Germany, Japan, and Hydra.
Then this dude uses the Helmet of Power to level Atlantis and wipe Namor’s mind. The Prince of blood became a homeless vagabond in New York, and stayed that way for the next few decades. Jonny Storm, the sucker version of the Human Torch you all know, awakes him up and dunks him in the sea. Namor regains his memory and piss-off demeanor and decided to repay the Fantastic Four for restoring him by kicking surface world ass, again. He was stopped again too.
So he then recalls the Atlantian Diaspora and rebuilds Atlantis, and spends the longest time getting in Richard’s face, but this time as king. Oh and he teams up with Dr. Doom a few times. Then he was kicked out again, this time by a usurper of the throne. So Cap vouches for him, swears in as his parole officer, and Namor starts a new surface life. Starting a huge company, Oracle, funded with undersea treasure, he lives the fat life until he goes savagely crazy again and beat the crap out of Super Skrull.
When he regains his sanity, he takes back his throne, joins the Defenders, and the Illuminati, saves the world a bunch, now here we are again. If only he and the Defenders would have taken over the world that one time, we’d all be happier.
Sample Post: Richard’s, Stark: both geniuses, if only in their foolishness. No power that exists can govern the throng of heroes, even in New York alone. And their pitiful surface government cannot be trusted with the weapons they have, imagining the abuse of such power is more than infuriating for the King of Atlantis.
Namor drifts in the Antarctic brooding over the events, the freezing cold not even registering through his impenetrable skin. It is quite and still beneath these waves, and in many ways, more comforting than his mother sea over Atlantis. Even here, though, the currents smell of foul surface waste. The Avenging Son of Atlantis had long since learned that tumult on above his waters would forever desecrate his domain.
Stark’s treachery against his own kind is misguided and unforgivable, and he will answer for it. ‘I will not be the next of your ‘threats’ to be launched across the galaxy, Stark’. But he is nearly incapable of fear, and with Captain America on his side, fighting despot rule as in the days of the second World War, those who would try to enforce the treaty have no chance.
Though no man has ever held command over Namor, he would allow Rogers to lead him into battle. He only hoped to find him read for conflict, for this situation cannot tolerate recuperation from disillusionment or hesitation at all.
Alias: The Submariner , Prince of Blood, Avenging son of Atlantis
Age: 75
Gender: M
Side: (Against the SHR Act)
Appearance: Tall, muscular, Caucasian, pointed ears, slanted eyebrows, nearly constant scowl, black sea skin vest and pants.
Height: 6’ 3”
Weight: 320 lbs
Eye Colour: Blue Grey
Hair Colour: Black
Mutation/Powers: Namor possesses a high level of superhuman strength, enabling him to lift/press up to 100 tons while in contact with water; his strength gradually decreases according to the length of time he is out of water and can eventually dwindle to no more than slightly above human level; renewed exposure to water will immediately restore his abilities.
In addition to his great strength, Namor possesses superhuman stamina and durability, a result of his body’s adaptation to underwater pressures. He also possesses superhuman agility, reflexes, and speed, with a maximum swimming speed of roughly 60 mph. Namor is able to fly via the finlike wings on his ankles, and he possesses a telepathic rapport with many, but not all, forms of marine life. Like all Atlanteans, he has a prolonged lifespan and his body is specially developed for underwater conditions, granting him specialized blood circulation to withstand freezing temperatures and highly developed vision to see clearly even in murky ocean depths. This hybrid physiology means he can survive indefinitely underwater or on land (though he would still need occasional contact with water to survive).
Complete lack of contact with water will prove fatal in about a week’s time. Namor has demonstrated a vulnerability to oxygen imbalance when remaining too long in either water or air, resulting in manic-depressive mood swings; he can prevent this imbalance by dividing his time between the two atmospheres. He has occasionally used scientific or magical means to regulate his oxygen levels.
History/Background: (Here’s the short version)
Son to a seaman and Atlantian prince in the artic, Namor was born a powerful hybrid with the strongest attributes of both races, and some other weird things (see above). He grew up as an outcast in the undersea nation, and could not find his place above the sea.
He hated the threat of the ignorant surface people and got pissed at New York for impinging on Atlantian territory. He fought with the original, much cooler, Human Torch and was stopped from destroying the East Coast. Later, the Nazis floated in with their U-boats and pissed off Namor again. So he fought with the Torch, then joined Cap and the Invaders against Germany, Japan, and Hydra.
Then this dude uses the Helmet of Power to level Atlantis and wipe Namor’s mind. The Prince of blood became a homeless vagabond in New York, and stayed that way for the next few decades. Jonny Storm, the sucker version of the Human Torch you all know, awakes him up and dunks him in the sea. Namor regains his memory and piss-off demeanor and decided to repay the Fantastic Four for restoring him by kicking surface world ass, again. He was stopped again too.
So he then recalls the Atlantian Diaspora and rebuilds Atlantis, and spends the longest time getting in Richard’s face, but this time as king. Oh and he teams up with Dr. Doom a few times. Then he was kicked out again, this time by a usurper of the throne. So Cap vouches for him, swears in as his parole officer, and Namor starts a new surface life. Starting a huge company, Oracle, funded with undersea treasure, he lives the fat life until he goes savagely crazy again and beat the crap out of Super Skrull.
When he regains his sanity, he takes back his throne, joins the Defenders, and the Illuminati, saves the world a bunch, now here we are again. If only he and the Defenders would have taken over the world that one time, we’d all be happier.
Sample Post: Richard’s, Stark: both geniuses, if only in their foolishness. No power that exists can govern the throng of heroes, even in New York alone. And their pitiful surface government cannot be trusted with the weapons they have, imagining the abuse of such power is more than infuriating for the King of Atlantis.
Namor drifts in the Antarctic brooding over the events, the freezing cold not even registering through his impenetrable skin. It is quite and still beneath these waves, and in many ways, more comforting than his mother sea over Atlantis. Even here, though, the currents smell of foul surface waste. The Avenging Son of Atlantis had long since learned that tumult on above his waters would forever desecrate his domain.
Stark’s treachery against his own kind is misguided and unforgivable, and he will answer for it. ‘I will not be the next of your ‘threats’ to be launched across the galaxy, Stark’. But he is nearly incapable of fear, and with Captain America on his side, fighting despot rule as in the days of the second World War, those who would try to enforce the treaty have no chance.
Though no man has ever held command over Namor, he would allow Rogers to lead him into battle. He only hoped to find him read for conflict, for this situation cannot tolerate recuperation from disillusionment or hesitation at all.
