Strongarm
| Strongarm | ||||||||||
| Player: @NeoxRave1 | ||||||||||
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| Pictures coming soon when I'm not writing this at 2:30 in the morning. | ||||||||||
| Biographical Data | ||||||||||
| Real Name: | Harold Thompson | |||||||||
| Known Aliases: | Strongarm | |||||||||
| Gender: | Male | |||||||||
| Species: | Human | |||||||||
| Ethnicity: | American | |||||||||
| Place of Birth: | Detroit (Before Millenium City) | |||||||||
| Base of Operations: | Millenium City | |||||||||
| Relatives: | Arthur Thompson (Father, Deceased), Mariah Allen (Mother) | |||||||||
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| Age: | 33 | |||||||||
| Height: | 6'3" | |||||||||
| Weight: | 237 lbs / 107.5 kg | |||||||||
| Eyes: | Blue | |||||||||
| Hair: | Black | |||||||||
| Complexion: | Caucasian, Rugged | |||||||||
| Physical Build: | Muscular Brute/Enforcer, Bodybuilder | |||||||||
| Physical Features: | Short Hair shaved in stripes along the sides and back of his head, Goatee | |||||||||
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| Identity: | Publicly Available | |||||||||
| Years Active: | 10 | |||||||||
| Citizenship: | United States of America | |||||||||
| Occupation: | Construction Engineer | |||||||||
| Education: | Bachelor's Construction Engineering Degree | |||||||||
| Marital Status: | Single | |||||||||
| Known Powers and Abilities | ||||||||||
| Super Strength, Hyper-Resilience, Minor Vitality Regeneration | ||||||||||
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| Tear Resistant Costume(s) tailored & tuned for him and his power | ||||||||||
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| MaekadaBoxSlim created by @Maekada | |||||||||
Biography, So Far...
Early Life
Born in the year 1986 to his parents Mariah Allen and Arthur Thompson in what would now be called Westside, Harold grew up as an only child. For the first six years, everything seemed as normal as it could be. Harold showed his inherited power a little early, managing to crush and break his toys when he was a toddler by accident, so Mariah and Arthur knew they'd have a super-baby on their hands. Arthur made sure to instill the principles of restraint into the boy, to protect others and himself. They grew close and the then outgoing Harold especially loved playful roughhousing with his dear ol' pops because he could let loose once in a while.
However, it would not last, and tragedy struck in 1992.
The Battle of Detroit happened, and Arthur went to aid in the fight against Dr. Destroyer's assault on the city under the locally known moniker "Power-Shift." Harold and Mariah evacuated safely, but unfortunately, Arthur was killed in the final orbital strike. From then onward, Harold was raised by his mother alone, who encouraged him to follow and honor his father's image. He did so to the best of his ability, but wasn't quite able to go out into the world yet. His personality shifted from outgoing to more reserved after the death of his father, yet even then, he'd try to emulate his father's heroic attitude with small acts like making sure other kids weren't bullied in school, often acting like a protector. He never used his powers, sometimes coming close if poked and prodded enough by those foolish enough, and kids knew he had them and eventually understood what he could do, so he was respected; from gratitude, awe, and fear alike.
Strength through Hard Work
In Harold's years at Westside High School, he decided to begin working out as his body went through the changes everyone's body does, but he quickly outgrew the heaviest weights at Carl's Gym. However, he always had an intrigue in construction, and hatched a plan. So when he was in his senior year at the age of 17, Harold tried to get a job of helping move heavy items around at any construction site he could find, after a show of his Super Strength of course. Pretty soon it wouldn't be uncommon to see a young man at construction sites, moving one or two steel beams in each arm. It was great; Harold got the workout he wanted, with some pay, and he got an early start at helping out the community as an additional bonus.
Soon enough, he graduated from Westside High, and with financial assistance from his mother, he began to attend university to pursue a degree in Construction Engineering. While he had to focus on school a little more now, he still managed to maintain his routine of school and construction help. He eventually earned his future moniker, and was called by the nickname "Strongarm" by his fellow workers, as Harold had gained a considerable amount of mass and was known as the heavy lifter around the community. He often took it as a compliment and sometimes found it endearing, so it grew on Harold. He continued university, diligently working on his chosen career path. He still maintained a reserved personality, though he regained some of the outgoing behavior he had as a kid and wasn't afraid to speak up when needed. Although, after some time the crime in Westside would begin to noticeably rise. Harold found himself occasionally slugging some thugs across the jaw (sometimes dislocating it... oops) when he found the fools had crossed his path, in plain day clothing no less!
Continuing through his education, after four years, Harold graduated university with a Bachelor's Degree in Construction Engineering. Now not only could he help build structures, now he could design and plan them too! Though, his experiences in the past years and worries about his mother in Westside regarding the rising gangs began to eat at him.
The Day of Heroism
It was only a year into his career as a Construction Engineer, as Harold had graduated university the previous year. He wanted to redesign Westside to improve it, but he quickly found out that wouldn't happen as he kept being assigned projects in the City Center and Downtown. Though disgruntled and dissatisfied with his current situation, he continued on. He needed the cash to pay off the debts, after all. It wouldn't be long that he found himself fighting crime once again, albeit now on a larger scale. The day in City Center was clear sky and sunny, yet alarms were blaring from the City Bank. Someone had the gall to attempt a robbery in broad daylight, and Harold payed no interest as he sat in the nearby park. That is, until he saw some heroes rushing towards it. Running to the bank to see the commotion, he saw there was quite the mob of thugs (surprisingly decently dressed) guarding outside against the four heroes Harold saw earlier, and they were having trouble. In a moment of hesitation, he remembered his mother's words advising him to honor his father's image, so Harold made his move.
He had Super Strength, and he was going to use it with little restraint.
Leaping into the fray, Harold and the other four heroes had an easier time of dispatching the mob outside now that they were five. Working their way inside, they continued to dispatch the goons and rescue trapped civilians, eventually reaching the vault which was opened to reveal more goons and the mastermind behind the blatant crime. The guy was well dressed like a mob-boss businessman, complete with suit and tie, though he was wearing a mask that revealed his hair at the top and gloves. Most of all he was big. As big as Harold at least, and had the same imposing presence. Neither of them liked it, tension ran high as they stared each other down in a silent challenge while his goons slowly fell to the other four. Harold made the first move and launched himself at the guy, trading a punch with him. The two strongmen traded blows, one after the other, and it became clear to the other heroes present that getting between them would hurt them than they could the villain; they weren't the sturdy types. This went on for about fifteen minutes, which is an eternity when it comes to time in combat with the adrenaline coursing through Harold's veins. It came to a climax with a colossal flurry of punches with a surprising burst of speed from our would-be hero, quite literally pummeling the snot of and drool out of his opponent, knocking him unconscious.
A few moments passed as a lull settled in, before one of the heroes approached and asked who he was. Tired, sweating, and adrenaline draining out, Harold said the one name that came to mind.
"Strongarm"
Aftermath
Harold and the other four heroes left the bank and waited outside as the police went and and arrested the goons and their leader. When the mastermind came out, he looked at Harold and said one thing before he was shoved into a secure transport.
"You'll meet the wrath of Bitter Bruiser someday."
Harold soon found himself being escorted by the police himself, as he wasn't exactly in compliance with the law as an active unknown hero, in civilian clothing no less. He went through the motions and filled out the paperwork to register his own profile and powers; even tailored a costume for himself, then tailored another one specially made for him and his powers when the first one was quickly torn to bits. Now, not only did he follow in his father's footsteps and honor his image, he used his well known status within the construction community and used his new hero, old nickname, namesake as a way to build his own business. One he could use to rebuild Westside.
Oh, and fight crime too. Sometimes in civilian clothes.
Disposition
Personality
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Likes & Dislikes
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Personal Interests
Powers & Equipment
Powers
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Equipment
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Relationships
Allies & Friends
While he does consider his co-workers and subordinates friends, and of course a close relationship with his mother, he has no outstanding friendly relations at the moment.
Enemies
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Miscellaneous
Personal Quotes
"Do I work out? Hell yeah! Do you think I got these guns by having super strength alone?"
- Strongarm regarding exercising his own body.
"I don't know what drew me to classical music. Despite being unable to play an instrument (I'd probably crush it), I find the sound soothing."
- Strongarm on his musical taste.
"No, I don't want some fries, or potato chips, or anything potato. Keep those starchy spuds away from me!"
- Strongarm letting his disdain for potatoes be known when confronted with them.
"FOR THE LAST @#$%@%# TIME, IF I HEAR ANOTHER DAMN DOG WHISTLE APP OR ANOTHER RIDICULOUSLY HIGH PITCHED NOISE, I WILL SMASH THAT PERSON'S PHONE!"
- An irritated Strongarm struggling with that damn dog whistle app. Especially in school.
"I'm not even sure why I even have a nighttime outfit. I'm a big guy and make a lot of noise, so stealth often flies out the window."
- In regards to his black/grey suit.
"..."
- Strongarm's disapproving gaze when disgruntled with a silence.
"Mmm..."
- Strongarm's contented hum with following relaxing silence.
RP Hooks
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Tropes
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