Lizard (ready to be checked)

Real Name: Monty Ericsson
Super Hero/Villain/Renegade/etc Name: Lizard
Title: N/A
Alignment: Neutral
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Originally Caucasian
Hair: None
Eyes: Red and Green
Height: 5' 10"
Weight: 185 lbs

Costume Description/Image:N/A

Personality: LIzard doesn't like to talk much. He prefers to let his actions speak for himself, and often his actions in a serious situation involve brutality. Lizard enjoys being brutal, although he doesn't necessarily enjoy doing it to the innocent. If the price is right, however, he has no problem doing it. Lizard is extremely paranoid, and although he may not be the brightest bulb in factory, he has a lot of street smarts that he's picked up from living off the streets. His streets smarts paired with his paranoia means that he will generally pick the safest rout with the fewest people involved. Unless, of course, he's in a fighting mood. He has a greedy personality, and will do almost anything for the right amount of it. But he also values respect just as much, so when faced with a situation where he has to choose between respect and money, he has a hard time deciding.

History:
Monty Ericsson began life as a normal child. Sure, maybe he was a bit tall of his age group. And sure, in his opinion, he was of a higher mental level than many of his peers. And there was the fact that he was a black belt in multiple fighting styles due to the fact that he had been training sense he was three years of age. But there wasn't anything REALLY abnormal about him. Over a course of about a week, that all changed. It started off slow. The first day, he noticed his eyes were a little different. He was a little bit stronger, and he seemed to be a bit faster. The second day, his eyes were even more different. He told his friends that he was just wearing contact lenses. Over the course of the next few days, his speed and strength dramatically improved. His skin changed into green scales. He even grew a tail.

His friends and family turned their backs to him at his sudden change of humanity, so he left home. It wasn't long before he ran into a street gang of people with powers. None of them were nearly as powerful as him. In all actuality, none of them posed much of a threat to society. However, they were able to teach him the ways of the street. Through their teachings, he was able to lead them for a short while. While he led the street gang, he lead his gang against other gangs, slaughtering them in the process. The first time he killed someone, it effected him greatly internally. He felt remorse and shock. But the leader in him took over, and instead of showing weakness to his gang, he went on more gang raids of even more violent nature. Despite his acts of violence, he helped clean up the streets because all he targeted was those who harmed others. Luckily for him, he left the gang when he felt the need for change because soon after he left, the law caught up to the gang, and after a few cops were killed, the gang was mowed down in a hail of gunfire.

Ever sense, Lizard, as he is now known, travels around the cities of the united states, fighting when he has to. Sometimes he breaks the law for money, sometimes he helps those in need. But generally only when the price is right.

Powers: Super Speed, Strength, and Endurance

Power Grid:
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Character Image/Description: Lizard doesn't wear a costume, per say, however, he does look unique. His eyes are red slits, surrounded the black of his eye. Instead of having the rest of his eye white, it's green, just like his scales. The green is a lime green and his scales shine in the light. The rest of his anatomy is that of a human, excluding his powerful muscles that allow him to move with great speed and strength and his tail. His tail is two feet longer than his legs and is thick at the top, getting thinner all the way down to a point.

Roleplay Sample: The fist of one warrior flew at the other’s face. Everything suddenly seemed to be going in slow motion. The combatant could see the enormous fist of his enemy speedily making its’ way towards the bridge of his nose. The heavy rain bounced off of it as it traveled, seeming to attempt to slow the hand down and failing. Thunder boomed at this moment, adding to the tension. Reaction took over. The defending warrior utilized a powerful outside block, keeping the back of his forearm towards his enemy, turning it at the last second, just in time, to strike the arm with the meat of his own. During this process, his right hand chambered just below his solar plexus. Milliseconds after the successful block, the defending combatant went on the offensive, throwing a reverse punch towards the torso. His stance completely changed. Previously, he had been in a bo stance. Now, he changed into a front stance as he punched, taking the full power of his legs and putting it into the punch as well.
The punch was successful.
His enemy hunched over in pain, his flesh and muscles twisted from the last second turn of the punch. His eyes bulged as blood spilled out of his mouth and onto the arm that delivered the crippling blow, although, if there were a spectator, it would be impossible for that spectator to know through the heavy rain.
The wounded man could not help but to just stare at where he was struck. He felt more pain than he had ever felt before. In his heart of hearts, he knew that something was broken, and if he bled out the mouth from such a punch, then there was internal bleeding. It was the end for him.
But he had no time to really process this information. As soon as the punch was withdrawn, which was just as fast as it was delivered, the back leg of the attacker was all ready in motion. A snapping front kick was being thrown. A bright flash of lightning struck simultaneously with the kick. The wounded man’s head snapped back viciously from the well placed kick to the chin. In fact, his head snapped back so hard that his feet came off the ground for a very short amount of time. As his head thudded into the mud, the thunder boomed over the battlefield.
Filled with rage, the man who was originally attacked sprinted over to the downed opponent and took a mounted position, keeping one knee up and one in the mud. Punches rained as fast as the actual rain did. The man of the ground was defenseless, his neck and jaw broken from the kick, his ribcage collapsed from the reverse punch. The man on the ground would not go on to live from this encounter. Which, at such a point, would most likely be a more enjoyable outcome for him anyway.

Approved

Moved.