Five years ago, a large meteor crashed in central New York. No one knows how the government didn't know. They didn't see how they couldn't. The thing took up a whole city block. Dust and debris everywhere, people screaming, crying, looking for loved ones. A lot of people had died...others suffered severe injuries. Some even got extremely sick, though no one knew how or why.
A year after, people began getting extremely sick. No one knew what the cause of this illness was. Doctors and nurses worked tirelessly to figure it out. Many stayed in the hospital for months, others it was less. And some...never made it out. Those that did began to experience anomalies around themselves. Though that was always true. Even some that got sick never experienced anything at all.
Now, children and adult alike are being hunted for their abilities. G.A.M.A is searching for a "cure-all" to "save" those unfortunate to suffer from this change to their DNA. The meteor is contained under a dome of re-enforced frosted glass.
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Post by Angel Godshaw on Nov 10, 2019 20:42:23 GMT
AJ
FULL NAME
Angel Johnathan Godshaw
DATE OF BIRTH | AGE
September 11 | 20
OCCUPATION
Male Stripper
SEXUALITY
Bisexual
HUMAN? MUTANT?
Mutant
PERSONALITY
Positive Traits: Respectful, loyal, friendly, caring, thoughtful Negative Traits: Rebellious towards Authority figures, Risk taker, self sacrifice to help others, depression, hides his depression or sadness around others with a mask of joy.
NAME OF POWER
Self Bone Manipulation
DESCRIPTION OF POWER
Strengths: Angel’s mutation is the ability to use his bones in many ways such as Claws coming out of his knuckles, launching spikes of different sizes from wherever on his Skeleton, can form four foot long bone spikes/blades from the top of his forearms, horns on his head. When he launches his bones/pulls them out or breaks them out, the bones Rapidly regenerate inside of himself. After the bones pierce out of Angel’s skin and launches them, his body will rapidly heal and even heal any injuries he sustains from battle, training or out of accident at work or whatever it may be from. The bones Angel protrudes from him can be used as weapons or as a makeshift armor on his body. Can change the density, size, length and shape of the bones to fit what Angel needs them to do. If his arm or leg is cut off of his body, it will stop bleeding and would take a few days to a week to have them fully regenerate.
Weakness: Milk; The Calcium From milk is the key ingredient to making bones stronger. In the case of Angel, it helps him regenerate broken bone or simply replacing the bones that he launches from his body. Angel has to drink a gallon a day or the days that he uses his bone abilities. The longer Angel goes without drinking milk (or even consuming the powder milk either eating it straight from the container or mixing it with water or with milk to double the dose) the longer it will take for his bones to Regenerate/ replace the bone to the point that he won’t be able to do so and his bones will crack and or break from blows/ impacts that wouldn’t have affected him before. If it gets to that point, he would need to be hooked up to an IV drip that pumps milk directly into his system where it will take a couple of days for him to recover from this.
EYE COLOR
Emerald Green
HAIR COLOR
Raven Black
SKIN TONE
Pale Complexion
BODY TYPE
Athletically Toned
PLAYBY'S NAME
Unknown model
HISTORY
Angel was born to a single Mother. The guy who knocked her up had left when she broke the news to him that she was pregnant. She was a police officer in Reading Pennsylvania. But she was transferred to Manhattan New York by her request. He grew up like any other child, but his path was that a bit more secluded from making friends since he had felt like the black sheep. Seeing the other kids with both parents and siblings, it left him sad and crying from time to time in a bathroom stall. But he wasn’t always alone as he did make a few friends who were secluded like himself, much like the Losers Club in Stephen King books. Richy, Tobias, Angel, Lizzy, and Brenda. Fate had them meet in 4th grade with those that will be Angel’s friends all starting school from them being transferred from another school district, county or even different states.
They were like family to each other while away from their parents. When one got into a fight, Everyone got into the fight. When family event went down, they were with each other and it was the best days of their lives with no worries in the world. But as time went on, the friends slowly started to grow apart from each other. When this happened, Angel would be spotted walking around New York alone or parkouring through parks, construction zones or just on the sides of buildings. Every now and then they ran into each other and talked a bit before going back about their lives. When he turned 16, he had gotten a job at a local book store to help his mom with the bills. During the days he went to school and studied while at the evenings into the nights he was working. With how much he was making, he was storing money off to the side so that he could get his first tattoo and even had it sketched out being Angel wings with a bit of spine showing. The wings would expand out from his shoulders and down to the elbows of the back and sides of his biceps.
Months had went by and he had saved up enough for the tattoo and with his mom’s permission for it, he skipped school with one of his old friend’s, Richy. They drove down to a tattoo artist and presented the sketch before hand thanks to MySpace and it was ready to be stenciled applied. Sitting in the seat, this tattoo took almost all day from start to finish and when it was fully done and his eyes bloodshot from the pain, it was 7 pm at night when Angel gotten out of the chair. When they were at a red light, Angel could feel tension between him and his male friend who was the driver. From the corner of his eye he could see his friend eyeing his bare torso since he couldn’t wear his shirt cause of the tattoo. Turning his head to look at him, his friend leaned over to him and kissed Angel. He was taken aback a bit, he returned the kiss to him. But as they were sharing their first kiss at a red light a drunk driver in a car slammed into the back of them that caused their car to slide out into the intersection and a pickup truck slammed the driver side of the car. It flipped over and bounced off the road multiple times.
It had been three weeks when he finally opened his eyes again. He was greeted by a tired sleeping mom at his bedside as well as Lizzy and Tobias who were watching him. They were the ones who woke his mom up. There was scars across his left cheek from where they removed glass. His right arm was in a cast with pins and plates, his torso was tightly wrapped due to broken ribs. The pain was dulled greatly thanks to the morphine drip he was hooked to. Angel asked about Richy. Lizzy and his mom didn’t say anything, but it was Tobias who broke the news ever so bluntly about how Richy was dead. The guy who he shared his first kiss was now dead and he cried so hard he swore he felt it deep in his soul where it was slowly breaking. The report stated that Richy was halfway through the windshield cause of the first vehicle hitting them. When their car was hit from the side immediately after the first, Richy’s upper body was crushed from the side of the car and the rest of him was flung from the car. It was a miracle that Angel had survived. Between his physical and emotional therapy that had taken up almost a year for his full recovery, he fell into a depression due to the fact he had lost the guy he had loved and he had wished that it was he who was taken instead of Richy.
To help with his emotional state (Depression), Angel picked up on drawling/sketching to help with the pain, as well as picked up the habit of smoking both Cigarettes and Pot. Brenda had blamed Angel for Richy’s death since that was her boyfriend. So for the years to come, Brenda avoided Angel like the plague. In posts online, she actually started to refer angel as Murder or as Death for the empty void in her heart. Since he hadn’t worked in over a year, Angel lost his job at the bookstore, but still had some money in his account. An idea came to him when he stared at himself in the mirror after taking five pain killers at once. Stumbling into his bedroom, he grabbed a marker and went back to the bathroom mirror. With it, he began drawling a skull that covered up the left side of his face. He liked at what he was looking at. For if she wanted to call him death or a murderer, then he will give her a reason for such a nickname. Feeling not so good, he collapsed and passed out on the bathroom floor.
When he woke up the next day, his body was sore from sleeping on a hard wooden floor. Upon getting a shower and getting dressed, he left the apartment with his mom sleeping on the couch from her long double shift. Heading out, he went to a tattooist that was pretty close by and told him what he wanted. Being warned that there is a chance he could go blind since his eyelid would be tattooed as well. Signing a waiver, he sat down in the artists chair. Taking one of his morphine pills he relaxed in the chair as the artist set the stencil and began. Angel barely felt the pain as he sat there for the full 5 hours that was needed for it. Once it was done, Angel stood up and looked at himself in the mirror. A smile tugged across his lips as he liked what he saw. The 18 year old had taken out his phone and took a picture of him placing his index finger over his lips with a smile. With it, he posted it on Brenda’s Facebook page with a simple message. “You want to call me Death or a murderer cause we lost someone we both loved and cared for. #Silence.”
There was still time for him to go about New York. And since he needed work, he started to walk around until he saw a studio giving free pole dancing lessons. Walking in, he was greeted by the sight of women practicing on different poles. The instructor saw him and told him to strip and get ready cause he was now behind the others. Being instructed and practicing, it was a long course that took a few weeks during the nights. Many of the female soon to be strippers watched him move and dance like a piece of eye candy. At first it made him nervous, but he found a way where he pushed the nervousness into the back of his mind. Angel was a natural as he climbed the pole and swung/slid down it slowly looking sexy. His body moved fluidly with the music and the lights made his pale complexion all that much more hot looking with the emo boy look. His mom was supportive of Angel’s choice and made sure that she was nearby when he needed a ride since they had only one vehicle at the time.
On his 19th birthday, he decided that he was gonna go running to get back into a routine. When he went out on his run, it took him to Central New York which still had fragments of the meteor and radiation. In central New York was the grounds of a person who had found such pieces and grounded it to fine radioactive fine dust and contained. This person would blow it on a person to spread the illness and force them to mutate. And on this day, Angel would share a fate similar to those that survived. As he started to slow his pace down to a jog. The unknown man who looked like a homeless person began to follow him and was gaining ground as Angel was heading towards Central Park. Taking the lovely nature trails, it eased his nerves and made him relaxed. Resting up against a tree, he took off his shirt and wiped the sweat off of his face. It was a nice warm day as he relaxed drinking some water. Angel seen the Homeless man walk over to him and asked if he had the time. Taking his cellphone out, he was about to say what time it was until the homeless man took out some dust and blew it in Angel’s face. When the dust went in through his nose, he began coughing and gagging.
When he looked up where the man was, he was gone. Vanished into thin air. Trying to cough up whatever it was up was futile cause it only made him cough even harder and his throat started to burn from it. Needing to get help for himself and panic filling his head, Angel started to run and as he cut his way to the closest hospital he was feeling his body starting to get hot and his joints were starting to ache. His body was fighting a foreign body that was invading his body’s system. As he reached the front doors of the ER, his body collapsed to the ground as he was sweating heavily and coughed heavily. It felt like the flu, but a lot worse. Nurses had seen him hit the ground and rushed over to him and carried him into the hospital. Thanks to his cellphone, his mom was notified through his ICE (In Case of a Emergency) and she was there in her cop uniform within half an hour. When she was escorted to his room, she was told she wasn’t allowed in since it was now sealed to make sure that whatever he has was not contagious.
The doctors and nurses hooked him up to an oxygen tank, heart monitor and an IV drip. In a few hours of him being there, he was coughing out blood into a bucket that was given to him from when he started to cough it up. The initial two nurses that carried him in also fell ill to whatever Angel had. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into four months. Sadly one of the nurses did pass away from the unknown illness. But Angel...he was in a lot of pain. So much so that even the morphine wasn’t even cutting it. This pain was now coming from his bones. He could feel his bones cracking, breaking and reforming under his flesh, tissue and muscle. It was hell for him as he laid there unable to move. On December 25th, Angel was better. He was found standing from he needing to go to the bathroom and then cleaning himself up. It was like he wasn’t sick, that’s how good he felt...well...besides wanting actual food. After the bathroom, he gotten himself dressed and walked over to the glass window wall where he saw his mom sleeping in a chair. Tapping the glass, it startled her awake and she was up on her feet as fast as she could.
Doctors that were working tirelessly on his case were baffled. They ran tests on him and worked on his blood work, x-rays, cat scans, MRI’s but couldn’t figure out how recovered just so fast. With no answers, they extended out for help and they were responded by G.A.M.A researchers who were more then Happy to come by and help figure out what was plaguing their minds. Since he was fine in every sense of the word, they couldn’t keep him in the hospital since he signed himself out. Him and his mom left the hospital and the first place he wanted to go to was McDonalds. Going through drive thru, he ordered four double quarter pounders and three chocolate milks. By the time they reached the apartment, he was already done the food letting out a loud belch. Hungry was probably an understatement. But as the days had went on, Angel had incidents where bone came out from under his skin and went back or simply shot out of him. It scared the hell out of him and his mom, even more so when a two foot long bone spike pierced halfway through his door and almost impaling her.
For a month, it was rough with these mutations. His mom though was supportive of him and loved her only son. She was willing to hide what he had become from everyone, even from her superiors. Every time he was injured around the apartment and she came to help, he was already healed and had no scar. Though he could heal his wounds, he would see the scars from the past still wouldn’t heal or disappear. So this left him depressed since he felt that his past was haunting g him and trying to remind him that someone was in the grave and not himself. Since he had been practicing to become an adult stripper, he was out doing auditions at different strip clubs for gay clubs, bisexual clubs, LGBTQ clubs, even Ladies clubs who like to look at eye candy while away from their dull husbands. At the end of the day, he was getting exhausted from him running around to these different clubs and his last stop was at a new club that was just finished in its construction phase and was looking for dancers. It was called The Phantom Lover and it wasn’t bad. The place had a nice atmosphere to it as the sound system was being installed.
As he was in a waiting room with the rest of the other potential dancers, he was the only guy there coming in to be a dancer. Having to set all their possessions into lockers, he won’t be able to get messages or phone calls from his mom. When it was his turn, he was greeted by the owner who was a guy named Vinnie and his body screamed that he was still in the closet but didn’t fear showing his ‘Fabulous’ side in his club. As Angel began to start dancing and taking his clothing off piece by piece, his mother on the other side of New York was being followed by a black van that was from the G.A.M.A and their target was her son. The full day they were following her and didn’t find him. So they were following her Incase the two ran into each other at some point. When she realized that she was being tailed, she sent him a text that said one word, “Hide.”
With a need to protect her son, she took this tailing on a long drive throughout the city. But people who are impatient only have so much in them before they start to get flustered. The van sped up and slammed the back of the cop car causing her to rock in her seat and then put the pedal to the metal. Speeding away, his mom wasn’t now thinking straight as gunmen leaned out of the van and began to burst fire into the cop car. Eventually the back tires were blown out and was driving on rims. Spinning around a corner, she got out of the car with gun in hand as she returned fire using the car as cover. Sadly she only had so much ammo and they had the numbers, the fire power and ammo. When she came up to fire, a round struck her in the left shoulder causing her to spin a bit and fall to the ground. Unarmed and crawling away, the men walked over to her with guns focused on her. The last thing she will remember was them pulling the triggers.
Angel’s routine ended with him giving Vinnie a lap dance that gave the club owner the chills. Lightly sweating and breathing slightly fast, he had two hundred bills in the waistband of his underwear. Heading into the back and to the lockers, he pulled out his clothes and gotten dressed then took out his cellphone. He saw he had a bunch of missed msgs. His mom said good luck, break a leg and then Hide. That was the final msg from his mom, then he saw he had msgs from Tobias and Lizzy asking him if this was his mom and had a link to a video. Tapping it, he watched as it enlarged and showed her being shot in the shoulder. A group of people came up to her and unloaded their clips into her body. There was a name tag to the one who decided to put a bullet in her head and it said Wallace. Dropping his cellphone, tears began to run down his face as he collected his things. Angel was on the run from whoever these people are, he had to find a place to live while he worked.
After months and staying low under the unknowns radar, he got himself a loft apartment close by to his job which was at the Phantom Lover as a stripper and even bartender from time to time. Being known as a friendly guy, he was the one who would jump over and break up fights or even help by listening to someone’s problems.