"I really don't wanna fight..."
Name: Peter Carson
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Hazelnut
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 348 lbs.
Race: Caucasian
Origin: Symbiotic parasite
Peter was a good man. He had a wife, a 9 year old son, and a daughter on the way. He had a standard job working as a lumberjack in the Minnesotan wilderness, and was hardly bothered by anybody. He'd clock in his eight hour work shift, take his pay, and go back to his home, where he would play with his boy, or watch sports, or do whatever he felt like. Often he would help his neighbors, as they would build fences, or repair anything they needed to be fixed. A standard life indeed, and one that didn't gather much interest - but not everyone could be one of those flashy supers in the papers. The Carson household was a quiet, satisfied home, and the man of the house revered as a hero.
Until, as you may have anticipated, something happened.
While out marking trees to be cut, Peter noticed something fall out of the sky, too small of an impact to be a serious meteor, and too out of the ordinary to be worth skipping out on. Figuring he could bring it home to show his son, he walked over to the small crater the object left, and saw that it wasn't like anything he had seen before, a shifting, writhing mass of metallic grey. Only as big as Peter's palm, he hesitated to touch it, and instead, attempted to turn and leave the area - never having seen something so peculiar in his life. But the mass did not want to be alone. So it followed Peter, who was completely unaware, and went home with the lumberjack.
During his sleep, Peter's body was infested by the mass, which fastened itself near Peter's sternum - growing from the inside out, wrapping itself around the man's bones. Of course, Peter Carson felt this, and for days, was in terrible pain. The doctors checked on him, and didn't know what exactly was ailing him, of course. However, they discovered the cause upon an x-ray, in which the metal casing that was forming around Peter's bones became all too apparent. In a shock, the doctors quickly told Peter that they had never seen anything like it before, and that they in all likelihood couldn't remove it surgically, considering the amount that had already formed (most of Peter's abdomen).
The doctors continued to monitor the progress as they gave him different experimental medications, each one less successful than the last as the metal spread.
And then, one day, it encased him, completely covering his bones.
Peter did not realize the metal was adding more to him until he got into an argument with his wife. Fighting over the hospital bills that loomed over their home (trusting their simple life to not hold them to too many finances), a part of him that had never made itself present snapped in rage, and he swung his fist toward his wife. The only thing was, at the end of this fist, three long blades sliced through flesh and bone. His wife collapsed, dead immediately, and Peter's rage left him almost immediately.
His son, in the home, heard and ran downstairs, seeing the scene before him with a mixture of horror and confusion spread across his face. Peter tried to explain. He tried to make the claws go back in. But he didn't know how. He tried to comfort his son, but it was to no avail. The boy ran out of the house, and Peter ran after him, tears streaming down his face as he realized the irreversible trauma he must have caused his own flesh and blood. With speed that he had never realized he had, Peter tracked and caught up to the boy. His son screamed, and kicked, and cried, and threw stones at his dad, who kept trying to tell the child that it wasn't him, that he would never.
A stone struck Peter's head.
And the rage came back.
Infuriated, the parasite fueled Peter's mind with uncontrollable anger, a need for self-preservation. He drove forward, and in one more claw swipe, the deed was done.
Then - and only then - the claws sheathed.
F E R A L - Powers and Abilities
Peter has an extraordinary set of abilities granted to him by the parasite inside of him. His physical stats have increased, and his body is in what is seemingly a constant state of adaptation, based on what types of damage he takes. The metal that has encased his bones affects his muscle fibers, which work at almost a thousand percent of what the average human muscle is capable of. Thanks to this, he can wrestle with most low-level metahumans, as well as being able to truck his way through brick walls, carry multiple people out of a burning building, and stop some smaller cars in their tracks. While nowhere near the levels of most major metahumans, it is definitely a noticeable strength. This muscle acceleration also applies to his leg muscles, and for it, he is all the faster - capable of running at up to thirty five miles per hour (not considering the time to accelerate).
Carson's instincts are also extremely ahead of what a normal human is capable of. His senses of smell and hearing are accelerated, because they aren't necessarily his smelling and hearing - it is the parasite, in an active line of communication with Peter's brain. The moniker of Bloodhound came with the capability of sniffing out things that were happening up to twenty miles away, or hearing people's conversations through several walls. The parasite has also accelerated Peter's mind to give him beyond peak human reaction time, and he has the capabilities of dodging bullets after they are fired. If he chooses to do so, that is, for the real gem of Peter's arsenal is his durability and regeneration.
A true brick, Peter is the first to testify his nigh-immortality, having tried to kill himself several times shortly after the death of his family by his own hands. His body can withstand almost any source of physical trauma, and due to his skeleton, he has never broken a bone. His cells regenerate themselves at a rate faster than most people can follow, small cuts and scars healing in merely a couple of seconds. Deeper wounds, of course, take longer, but still, no gash has left him out of a fight for more than an hour, regardless of how severe.
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