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Sabretooth
Code Name: Sabretooth
Real Name: Victor Creed
Canon: Yes
Gender: Male
Age: 50's, appears younger with his healing factor
PB: Edge
Personality: Victor Creed is insane. He is a madman who gets a rush and a sexual thrill out of causing pain to others, especially women. His psychopathic mind is only made all the more dangerous by his feral gene which makes him impulsive and bloodthirsty. Creed is by and large lucid, though he slips into periods where he is totally lacking in control, sometimes this is when the cat comes out to play, other times it is when the madman has taken over the asylum. He is violent and possessive, selfish, thrill seeking and is seemingly without a conscious, all of which makes him a very dangerous individual.
Powers: Creed's primary mutation is a healing factor which allows for the very rapid healing of wounds and regeneration of tissues, severed limbs are able to reattach themselves in minutes, flesh and muscle are able to regrow in an hour. This mutation also slows his aging, and even reversed it slightly when he first mutated, while Creed looks to be in his 40's, he moves like a man in his prime. His healing factor also grants him incredible stamina and inhuman strength by allowing his muscles to regenerate on the cellular level. Creed is able to exert himself for roughly four days before exhaustion begins to set in, rapid regeneration also allows him to survive easily in extreme heat and cold. This healing factor renders him highly resistant to toxins and drugs, he is all but immune to them except in massive overdoses. This prevents Creed from escaping his inner demons in the bottle like he once did, which has done little to help his sanity.
Creed has a feral mutation which makes him rather feline in nature. He has the agility of a cat, able to leap and climb easily despite his bulk, though Creed prefers to fight on the ground, occasionally dropping of a building to get the element of surprise. His scenes of hearing, smell and taste are greatly advanced, scent especially, though he seems to have a normal, if not somewhat reduced sense of touch. His night vision is roughly twice that of a normal human, and extends partially into the infrared spectrum, making him a very capable night hunter. His sense of smell is so powerful that he is able to track a sent as old as eight hours and he is able to pick apart and identify various odors. He has long, pointed canine teeth and retractable three inch claws on each finger and toe, these are made of a hardened substance strong enough to rend bone, wood and stone.
History: Victor was born a killer, or so he was told. His mother died of the complications of child birth, and his father forever held this against his son. He spent long periods of his child hood tied up in his basement where his father, often drunk though just as happy to carry the treatment out while sober, would brutally beat the boy. Victor took to drinking in an attempt to drown the violent visions, impulses and voices that filled his head, but the booze only lasted so long. Victor grew quickly, and when he was sixteen, he finally got the nerve to hit back. In the style that would become something of a trademark for him, he did not just hit back, but crushed the man's skull in and killed him, beating his unconscious body for what felt like hours before leaving him to bleed to death and drown in his own blood. It was the greatest rush of his young life, Creed was immediately addicted.
He had always been a large boy, even at the age of sixteen he could pass for much older and found ways to survive. He distanced himself from his home using the handful of cash he had lifted from the house and began to travel Canada, fighting in bars, stealing from houses and cars and mugging th poor, unfortunate souls he came across. When he was eighteen, he enrolled in the army, but he was just barely out of boot camp when it became amply clear that this was not the place for him. He was arrogant, hated authority, violent and was utterly unwilling to follow orders. Creed was quickly expelled, but the act resulted in another violent temper spike from him, he beating several officers black and blue before he was thrown into jail. That was when things, at last, started to go his way.
He was jailed across from a rather powerful man, and when Creed was let out, he had a job as a mercenary lined up. The young man was strong, bold, capable and stupid enough to take on any job, and somehow managed to live. He became something of a legend and lived quite a comfortable life. He picked up many skills during this time, from various forms of weapons to lock picking to simple bullying and scare tactics. He was not the smartest, but he learned the things he needed to quickly enough. The thrills of hunting, killing, stealing and threatening gave ease to his violent urges, though the voices and impulses still remained. When not on a job, he turned once again to alcohol and heavy drugs to help dull them out.
He was nearing a low point when he encountered a young and beautiful girl who had to be half his age, just the boost the maniac needed. She was wounded deeply, yet did all she could to hide it, it was the kind of dichotomy that fascinated and thrilled Creed, and he spent the next few months building her up and breaking her down in turns. It was not that he did not care for her, he did, in his own twisted way, but she was his, and he wanted her to give him pleasure, and he took great pleasure in the pain and suffering of others. He taught her what she needed to survive on the streets, showed her all the fun there was to have when one abandoned morals and did what they damn well pleased. He also showed her the darker side of this, taking whatever pleasures or pain he wanted from her whenever he wanted it. At least until she vanished one night, never to be heard from again.
It was hardly a blow to Victor's arrogant mind, he assumed she had grown afraid of how powerful he was, how much control he held, and had left because of this. His life continued as before, he simply had to find others to warm his bed. Not that he had not been doing that with her around, anyway.
Creed at last found a purpose to live in 2007, in the form of a hairy under-sized runt with too much fight in too small a body. He encountered the obnoxious little Logan in a bar fight, the scrapper of a man thinking he would beat up the big guy for some cash. Sadly, Logan had another thing coming. While Creed did not have formal training, he had size, strength, experience and dirty fighting on his side. He removed the runt's left eye, and found a great joy in meeting up and brawling with the arrogant little man time and time again. In 2009 he found himself in the position to really wound the little patch-face, mark the little shit for life and hopefully give him nightmares, so Creed ran his right leg over with a stolen car. He literally howled with laughter when he learned the leg had to be amputated and that the tiny man would not have much of a chance of bar fighting any more. It seemed his life would continue in that endless cycle until he got too old or fucked up, not that Creed could ever fuck up. Then the solar flare happened, and his life changed. For the better, to his mind.
The physical changes alone were enough, he became taller, heavier, faster and incredibly strong. His senses increased, his night vision improved, and the claws which grew from his fingers and toes allowed him to satisfy his blood lust without the need for knives. It all became so much more enjoyable and personal when he was able to tear someone apart with his own claws. Creed continued his mercenary work, though he took fewer jobs after his mutation, as he was fighting both old and new inner demons. Drugs and alcohol no longer helped dull the pain, the voices and the impulses, and he was now fighting a new batch of much more primal impulses. He began to take on only the highest paying jobs, giving himself more time to figure himself out. He at last met a man known as Lensherr, a proper but rather arrogant man who occasionally requested Creed quiet a few of the more vocal and powerful mutant haters. Lensherr had, of course, only requested they be silenced, Creed took this one step beyond. Since then, Creed has begun to hang around the Haven, not truly joining it, but checking out the other mutants, testing, taunting and sniffing around, just to see if there was anyone interesting or anyone who might be a decent challenge ranked among them.
Affiliation: Unaffiliated
Scenes and Plot: Creed is available to players to torment, injure or otherwise physically or physiologically damage characters. He can also be used to fill that role in histories for characters, and is currently NPC'ed by David. If you would like a scene with Sabretooth, or if you would like to request Creed fill a line in a history, please comment here.
Code Name: Sabretooth
Real Name: Victor Creed
Canon: Yes
Gender: Male
Age: 50's, appears younger with his healing factor
PB: Edge
Personality: Victor Creed is insane. He is a madman who gets a rush and a sexual thrill out of causing pain to others, especially women. His psychopathic mind is only made all the more dangerous by his feral gene which makes him impulsive and bloodthirsty. Creed is by and large lucid, though he slips into periods where he is totally lacking in control, sometimes this is when the cat comes out to play, other times it is when the madman has taken over the asylum. He is violent and possessive, selfish, thrill seeking and is seemingly without a conscious, all of which makes him a very dangerous individual.
Powers: Creed's primary mutation is a healing factor which allows for the very rapid healing of wounds and regeneration of tissues, severed limbs are able to reattach themselves in minutes, flesh and muscle are able to regrow in an hour. This mutation also slows his aging, and even reversed it slightly when he first mutated, while Creed looks to be in his 40's, he moves like a man in his prime. His healing factor also grants him incredible stamina and inhuman strength by allowing his muscles to regenerate on the cellular level. Creed is able to exert himself for roughly four days before exhaustion begins to set in, rapid regeneration also allows him to survive easily in extreme heat and cold. This healing factor renders him highly resistant to toxins and drugs, he is all but immune to them except in massive overdoses. This prevents Creed from escaping his inner demons in the bottle like he once did, which has done little to help his sanity.
Creed has a feral mutation which makes him rather feline in nature. He has the agility of a cat, able to leap and climb easily despite his bulk, though Creed prefers to fight on the ground, occasionally dropping of a building to get the element of surprise. His scenes of hearing, smell and taste are greatly advanced, scent especially, though he seems to have a normal, if not somewhat reduced sense of touch. His night vision is roughly twice that of a normal human, and extends partially into the infrared spectrum, making him a very capable night hunter. His sense of smell is so powerful that he is able to track a sent as old as eight hours and he is able to pick apart and identify various odors. He has long, pointed canine teeth and retractable three inch claws on each finger and toe, these are made of a hardened substance strong enough to rend bone, wood and stone.
History: Victor was born a killer, or so he was told. His mother died of the complications of child birth, and his father forever held this against his son. He spent long periods of his child hood tied up in his basement where his father, often drunk though just as happy to carry the treatment out while sober, would brutally beat the boy. Victor took to drinking in an attempt to drown the violent visions, impulses and voices that filled his head, but the booze only lasted so long. Victor grew quickly, and when he was sixteen, he finally got the nerve to hit back. In the style that would become something of a trademark for him, he did not just hit back, but crushed the man's skull in and killed him, beating his unconscious body for what felt like hours before leaving him to bleed to death and drown in his own blood. It was the greatest rush of his young life, Creed was immediately addicted.
He had always been a large boy, even at the age of sixteen he could pass for much older and found ways to survive. He distanced himself from his home using the handful of cash he had lifted from the house and began to travel Canada, fighting in bars, stealing from houses and cars and mugging th poor, unfortunate souls he came across. When he was eighteen, he enrolled in the army, but he was just barely out of boot camp when it became amply clear that this was not the place for him. He was arrogant, hated authority, violent and was utterly unwilling to follow orders. Creed was quickly expelled, but the act resulted in another violent temper spike from him, he beating several officers black and blue before he was thrown into jail. That was when things, at last, started to go his way.
He was jailed across from a rather powerful man, and when Creed was let out, he had a job as a mercenary lined up. The young man was strong, bold, capable and stupid enough to take on any job, and somehow managed to live. He became something of a legend and lived quite a comfortable life. He picked up many skills during this time, from various forms of weapons to lock picking to simple bullying and scare tactics. He was not the smartest, but he learned the things he needed to quickly enough. The thrills of hunting, killing, stealing and threatening gave ease to his violent urges, though the voices and impulses still remained. When not on a job, he turned once again to alcohol and heavy drugs to help dull them out.
He was nearing a low point when he encountered a young and beautiful girl who had to be half his age, just the boost the maniac needed. She was wounded deeply, yet did all she could to hide it, it was the kind of dichotomy that fascinated and thrilled Creed, and he spent the next few months building her up and breaking her down in turns. It was not that he did not care for her, he did, in his own twisted way, but she was his, and he wanted her to give him pleasure, and he took great pleasure in the pain and suffering of others. He taught her what she needed to survive on the streets, showed her all the fun there was to have when one abandoned morals and did what they damn well pleased. He also showed her the darker side of this, taking whatever pleasures or pain he wanted from her whenever he wanted it. At least until she vanished one night, never to be heard from again.
It was hardly a blow to Victor's arrogant mind, he assumed she had grown afraid of how powerful he was, how much control he held, and had left because of this. His life continued as before, he simply had to find others to warm his bed. Not that he had not been doing that with her around, anyway.
Creed at last found a purpose to live in 2007, in the form of a hairy under-sized runt with too much fight in too small a body. He encountered the obnoxious little Logan in a bar fight, the scrapper of a man thinking he would beat up the big guy for some cash. Sadly, Logan had another thing coming. While Creed did not have formal training, he had size, strength, experience and dirty fighting on his side. He removed the runt's left eye, and found a great joy in meeting up and brawling with the arrogant little man time and time again. In 2009 he found himself in the position to really wound the little patch-face, mark the little shit for life and hopefully give him nightmares, so Creed ran his right leg over with a stolen car. He literally howled with laughter when he learned the leg had to be amputated and that the tiny man would not have much of a chance of bar fighting any more. It seemed his life would continue in that endless cycle until he got too old or fucked up, not that Creed could ever fuck up. Then the solar flare happened, and his life changed. For the better, to his mind.
The physical changes alone were enough, he became taller, heavier, faster and incredibly strong. His senses increased, his night vision improved, and the claws which grew from his fingers and toes allowed him to satisfy his blood lust without the need for knives. It all became so much more enjoyable and personal when he was able to tear someone apart with his own claws. Creed continued his mercenary work, though he took fewer jobs after his mutation, as he was fighting both old and new inner demons. Drugs and alcohol no longer helped dull the pain, the voices and the impulses, and he was now fighting a new batch of much more primal impulses. He began to take on only the highest paying jobs, giving himself more time to figure himself out. He at last met a man known as Lensherr, a proper but rather arrogant man who occasionally requested Creed quiet a few of the more vocal and powerful mutant haters. Lensherr had, of course, only requested they be silenced, Creed took this one step beyond. Since then, Creed has begun to hang around the Haven, not truly joining it, but checking out the other mutants, testing, taunting and sniffing around, just to see if there was anyone interesting or anyone who might be a decent challenge ranked among them.
Affiliation: Unaffiliated
Scenes and Plot: Creed is available to players to torment, injure or otherwise physically or physiologically damage characters. He can also be used to fill that role in histories for characters, and is currently NPC'ed by David. If you would like a scene with Sabretooth, or if you would like to request Creed fill a line in a history, please comment here.