WELCOME

I NEED A HERO
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MALACHY JAKOB ROTHENBERG


“Define your meaning of war. To me it's what we do when we're bored.
I feel the heat comin' off of the blacktop and it makes me want it more
because I'm hyped up, out of control. If it's a fight, I'm ready to go. I
wouldn't put my money on the other guy if you know what I know that
I know. It's been a long time coming and the table's turned around 'cause
one of us is going... one of us is going down. When my fist hits your face
and your face hits the floor, don't cry like a bitch when you feel the pain.”
— You're Going Down by Sick Puppies


IS IT A BIRD?
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FULL NAME:
Malachy Jakob Rothenberg, but very few people know this.
NAME MEANING:
Malachy [mal-luh-kye] - a variant of the Hebrew name Mal'akhiy or Malachi; "my messenger" or "my Angel."

Jakob [yah-kawp] - German cognate of Jacob, which comes from the Latin Iaocubus, that from the Greek Iakobos, and that from the Hebrew Ya'aqov; "may God protect."

Rothenberg [raw-thin-burg] - derived from the German words rot ["red"] and berg ["mountain"], it's meaning literally translates to "red mountain."
NICKNAMES:
IT.
ALIAS:
Test Subject IT214.
SEX:
Male.
AGE:
Ninety; appears early thirties.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION:
Irrelevant.
ETHNICITY:
Half-African, half-German.
MEMBER GROUP:
The Syndicate.
CANON OR ORIGINAL:
Canon.
CHARACTER TITLE:
THE PRIMITIVE SIDE.

IS IT A PLANE?
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FACE CLAIM:
Jason Momoa.
HAIR:
Long dark brown waves that reach to mid-shoulder blades.
EYES:
Rich brown with a droopy hooded shape.
HEIGHT & WEIGHT:
6'5", 233 lbs. [196 cm., 109 kg.]
BODY TYPE:
A mix between athletic and svelte, IT carries taut muscles without looking burly yet can be considered muscular. He has a healthy dark olive complexion that borders on golden brown.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES:
Right eye is slightly lazy; scar on his right eyebrow; three moles slanted downwards at the corner of his right eye; vague dusting of hair on his chest; goatee facial hair ranging from light to thick depending on when he shaves; and a sleek leather collar ingrained with wire-connected microchips that allow him control of his powers.
ABILITIES:
Superhuman strength - Lifting an oil tanker with his bare hands is as easy for IT as opening a door is for someone else. Using this power at maximum requires him to transform, otherwise his strength is at minimum of uprooting trees. Whenever his super strength is used IT must rejuvenate for a select amount of time since the exertion takes a lot of energy from him. This progress can take from minutes to hours to days depending on how much power is used.

Enhanced durability/endurance - He's able to take a lot more physical harm before the pain kicks in. A normal punch or kick won't be felt at all whereas being hit with a crowbar would give him the sensation of being punched or kicked for a regular person. The bigger the impact, the more damage it will cause IT. For example, getting rammed by a car at a 200 mph. speed will make him dizzy and ignite achingly sore pain. The hurt would slow him down for a little while, but not for long. Knocking him out would require the equivalent force of a house falling atop him from a twenty feet drop. Recovery ranges between minutes to weeks depending on the injuries.

Transformation - IT can change at will into a monstrous, tough-skinned behemoth. His muscles grow into grotesquely large bulges, which leaves his head noticeably disproportionate to the rest of his humongous body. His skin becomes rock-hard and changes into a murky yellow-green color. Thick, black veins and new bone structure protrude to an alarming degree due to his skin being stretched tight over enlarged muscles. All hair is lost, brown eyes switch into neon blue, and a row of spikes stick out from nape of his neck to the end of his spine. IT grows bigger and his powers augment when he transforms. His height increases by two inches unless his transformation number is a multiple of four, which makes him grow by five inches. However, the full moon reverts him back to his standard height, repeating the cycle. Due to this process, The Syndicate doesn't require him to shift often.
OVERALL APPEARANCE:
Most of the time people aren't aware IT is in the room. He moves very quietly and can blend nicely into the shadows. As something that's been kept locked away for so long, he's learned not to draw attention to himself until the right moment. His attire somewhat downgrades his level of threat possibility, giving people around him a false sense of security. The plain, casual clothes of T-shirts, jeans, and jackets make him seem unimportant, but they don't necessarily hide his size. IT is a big man, nothing can change that, so he's given clothes that make him look approachable. He doesn't choose his fashion style—or lack thereof—simply has garments in his closet waiting to be worn whenever he goes out. Otherwise, ninety-five percent of the time, IT remains nude.

IT doesn't say much, preferring to speculate and listen. In fact, he's just short of being a mute. However, he'll respond when spoken to sometimes, particularly if asked a question, although usually IT relies on gestures and body language. Whenever he does talk his comments are short and not complex, more straightforward and impersonal. There's also a subtle German accent that colors the way he speaks, which is the only indication of his origins since he's forgotten his past.

A photo of his transformation can be found here.

NO! ITS...
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LIKES:
Beef.
Watching people.
Fire.
Wild animals.
Brainteasers.
Summer.
Brawls.
The dark.
Activity.
Being outdoors.
DISLIKES:
Boredom.
Ice cream.
Loud noises.
Reprimands.
Confinement.
Clothes.
Shaving.
Being patronized.
Failure.
Cowardice.
STRENGTHS:
Prowess.
Agility.
Keen.
Tidy.
Obedience.
WEAKNESSES:
Patience.
The Syndicate.
Biased.
Curiosity.
Ethics.
HABITS/QUIRKS:
Sniffs people.
Licks fingers when eating.
Prefers standing instead of sitting.
Invades others' personal space.
Doesn't blink often.
OVERALL PERSONALITY:
IT is very much like a caged beast waiting for his moment to strike. His silence should not be mistaken for harmless because during that time he has observed and learned everything he needs to know about how to take you down. Anyone that tries to get too close to him will be warded off with a growl or seething stare from the giant man. Any further prodding after being warned will most likely warrant an attack. IT was trained to be a weapon and a pet, thus behaves as one.

He isn't amiable yet nor is he rude: his treatment towards others depends greatly on their treatment towards him. Such helps IT determine whether someone is friend, foe, or a plaything. Usually he relies heavily on the guidance of The Syndicate, especially Elizabeth Peyton followed by Mikailovich Jr. and Leo Jr., but there are times that he lets his curiosity override his obedience. IT is constantly in need of entertainment, so whenever something intrigues him he peruses it until bored or demanded otherwise.

Being asleep and locked up for so long has made IT rather naïve about the world and the people in it. He doesn't understand social customs and though he was taught them, IT doesn't always follow them. After all, he's a wild animal trapped inside human skin; one can't expect him to fully grasp the ways of another species after being treated as he has for so many years. However, this isn't an excuse to say he's dumb. On the contrary, IT enjoys activities that challenge his mind, such as puzzles, riddles, and even mathematics. Watching others has strengthened his intuition of those around him, allowing IT to read them like a book.

By no means is IT a genius, but despite his behavior, he isn't an idiot either.

IN THE BRIGHTEST DAY
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PARENTS:
Friedrich Rothenberg, fifty-three, Schutztruppe and later bookstore owner, deceased.
Zahina, forty-eight, school teacher and later hotel maid, deceased.
SIBLINGS:
Only child.
OTHER FAMILY:
The Syndicate.
PETS:
None.
OVERALL HISTORY:
Malachy Rothenberg was born out of a forbidden relationship between an Imperial German officer and a tribal woman from Dar es Salaam, Tanganyika. His parents met in 1916 during the colonization of German East Africa long after an economy was established. Friedrich Rothenberg, his father, was surveying the area when he came across one of the schools that had been established and saw Zahina, his mother, through a window teaching her students. He immediately became smitten with her. They carried on an exclusive affair until the Treaty Of Versailles ended the whole colony development three years later. Rather than parting ways, Friedrich took Zahina with him back to Germany. Unfortunately, the conditions of the Treaty and the Great Depression put the country in a state of ruin and civil unrest. On January 13th, 1922, Malachy came into the world during the rise of the Nazi Party.

He grew up in the totalitarian government of Adolf Hitler, who at the time was focused on military rearmament and expanding German control to other countries. It allowed Malachy and his mother minimal freedom to get small jobs and walk the streets, although they covered themselves as best they could to avoid trouble. Living there was nowhere near safe for them, including Friedrich who was Jewish, so his father did his best gathering up money to move them all to America. They ran out of time, however, in 1941 when Malachy was nineteen and were captured by Nazi soldiers. Zahina was killed instantly whereas Friedrich and Malachy were sent to concentration camps to work. His father lasted two years before dying of exhaustion. Shortly after, twenty-one year old Malachy was kidnapped during his sleep to be used for scientific experimentation.

From then on he was known as Test Subject IT214, or simply IT. His memory was erased, his DNA tampered with, and by April 29th, 1945 the operation was a completed success. He was a powerful, nearly indestructible killing machine that could literally turn into a heinous creature meant for nightmares. Before IT could be used for his purpose, word got out about the lab and in a hasty solution to keep him hidden IT was put into cryogenic sleep.

Almost four decades later IT was reawakened by two ambitious men known as The Doctor and The Mech. He transformed the moment air hit his skin and was prepared to kill them if not for the clumsy use of his limbs rendering his useless. He was left hapless in the destroyed lab for a few hours, then the men returned with a collar that reverted him to human form. He was told it would help keep his abilities in check as well as expand and shrink to fit his transformations. Together they left the desolate building with Viktor Mikhailovich and William Leo adopting IT into their steadily increasing organization.

IT was trained to fight and obey and monitored closely. Whenever he wasn't perfecting his abilities and combat skills he was taught English and how to behave in public. Eventually The Syndicate tamed him well enough to not be a threat against any of the members. Regardless, IT was kept secluded with limited visitations and only allowed outside under supervision for a long time, but when it became apparent he wouldn't endanger anyone unless commanded IT was granted a bit more free reign. The death of The Mech sent him into an angry relapse wherein he had to be tranquilized, then confined to his room in the basement of Syndicate Tower. A six-month trial surveillance of before was enacted again, only this time it became permanent. He handled The Doctor "passing on" much better by grieving in his room, eating only when food was brought to him.

In 2000, IT was let out to assist in the crime spree for "The Syndicate Will Rise" movement. He became addicted to the chaos he created and looked forward to going out to do it again. but a secure leash was kept on IT as always, lessening his chances at destruction. Nowadays he waits impatiently at the Tower to do The Syndicate's bidding.

IN THE BLACKEST NIGHT
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POST-DH HARRY POTTER:

QUOTE

Despite having wrapped himself up in warm clothing, Marcus could still feel the winter chill through his clothes. Clearly it didn't matter that atop his white cotton button-up was a black cashmere turtleneck and covering that was beige faux-fur-inlined leather ash-colored jacket. Normally that would suffice, but wind coupled with rain? Not good enough. He supposed his pants could've been warmer—they were casual every day jeans—and his dark boots actually did the trick of keeping his feet toasty, otherwise Marcus felt as if frostbite would come in at any moment. Some gloved might've been nice too, he added in retrospect while blowing hot breath into his numb palms. Honestly, he probably should've just Apparated, but Marcus was a difficult person. He always had to do stuff the hard way. Plus, it'd been about four or five days since his release from St. Mungo's and he wanted to self-doctor himself by evaluating had effective the medicine had worked. So far he felt no pains or aches in his upper torso and he didn't wheeze during inhales or exhales, all of which had to be good signs. If only the weather wasn't trying to turn him into an icicle, it'd be absolutely perfect. No matter. Marcus planned to studiously ignore the cold as he trudged onward, not about to let a bit of nasty weather defeat his purpose of being out in the first place. With a deep breath, he rubbed his hands together quickly before shoving them in the wide pockets of his coat, long legs eating up distance as he sped up his pace. The sooner he got to Quality Quidditch Supplies the faster he could get to the comfort of his apartment. (He didn't plan on walking back either.) To help keep his mind off the chilly situation, the wizard kept his attention on the windows of shops that he passed by, pale eyes roaming over items on display with little to no interest. A lot of the things here in Diagon Alley he didn't need because he was no longer in school. Hadn't been for about nine years, thank Merlin. Only time he really had to stop by nowadays was to take money out of his vault or buy some Quidditch equipment. Occasionally he came to get gifts for family and friends, but not very often. Marcus was lost in his thoughts as he walked along the ivory pavement (when had it started snowing?) and wasn't expecting to step on someone's fingers. He abruptly back-tracked several spaces, confusion lighting up across his features, and hoped he hadn't broken any bones. His footfalls weren't exactly light, after all. His brow furrowed as he focus zeroed in on the witch perched on her knees, her name and face soon dawning on him. “Geez, Granger finally decided to accept her place as a Mudblood. Well, better late than never,” Marcus taunted with a smirk, eyebrow quirking. “Might as well shine my shoes while you're down there, yeah? Oh, you look a right mess by the way. Worse than usual.”

WHO HOLDS THE PEN?
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YOUR NAME:
De'Shara.
GENDER:
Transgender.
AGE:
Nineteen.
TIMEZONE:
Pacific.
CONTACT:
AIM [Rainfall Desert], PM, MSN [PM for that], Tumblr.
OTHER CHARACTERS:

And thus I must critique. Alright, For one yes I know I was specific about what his transform powers do. Well, every time IT transforms he gets bigger. Like for example. The first time he changes. He'll be about 6'6, the second he'll be 6'8, the third he'll be about 7 feet tall. The 4th about 7'5, Every 4th transformation he grows 5 inches taller, and every 5th transmoration he stays the same. So for example his tenth transformation would make him, at the rate I was going he'd be about 10'2. And of course as he gets larger, his powers get more powerful.

And him transforming will be slightly rare. The Syndicate will rarely send him out on large jobs.

Other then that. I like him. And I think you'll do an excellent job portraying him.

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