Alloy

Real Name: Armand Bradley
Villain Name: Alloy
Title: n/a
Alignment: Villain
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Eyes: Gray
Hair: None
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 670 pounds

Costume: Unless given a uniform, works in jeans.  At other times, attempts to disguise himself with overcoats, wide-brimmed hats, and large sunglasses

Appearance:  Skin is a shiny metal similar to chrome in appearance.  Bradley has a hulking weightlifter's physique, flat slabs or muscle rather than defined ripples, and his head is completely bald.  The irises and whites of his eyes form one solid steel-grey mass.

Backstory: Armand Bradley was a disgruntled metalworker until he awoke one morning with skin of a strange metal rather than flesh.  After an ill-advised attempt to "run this city", Bradley realized he didn't have the ambition or, frankly, the brains to make it to the top of the criminal underworld.  But he did like to fight, and he could certainly remember and carry out orders.  Now any burgeoning criminal mastermind with a need for muscle can hire Alloy.

Powers: In addition to his metal skin, Alloy possesses immense strength and endurance.  The skin itself, being made of metal, is virtually impervious to low-caliber bullets, heat, and conducts electricity away from muscles and vital organs.  It is, however, vulnerable to acids and other chemicals that readily react with metals.  As well, ferrokinetic opponents could make short work of Alloy.

Power Grid
Intelligence 2
Strength 5
Speed 1
Durability 6
Energy Projection 0
Fighting Skills 2

RP Sample:

Bullets pinged against Alloy's skin and ricocheted off as he sauntered towards the line of police cars.  He tore a newspaper box from the sidewalk and tossed it at the windshield of one of the cruisers, grinning at the crash and tinkle when it connected.  The sun was shining, the air was warm, and no one was firing anything at him that some quick buffing wouldn't fix.  Plus, if all went well, Alloy would be paid later today.

Crossing the street, he noticed a SWAT van round the corner and made a mental note to throw one of the cruiser cars at it.  The earpiece he was wearing crackled to life.

"Your distraction was a success; you can stop playing around now.  There is a subway line below you, and a train passing by in exactly two minutes, sixteen seconds.  I suggest you board said train.  Good luck."

"Thanks," Alloy said, despite the fact that there was no microphone attached to the earpiece.  "I'll wrap this up."

Alloy dug his fingers into the front of the cruiser and glanced back at the SWAT van, which had skidded to a stop.  Bullets continued to ring as they caromed off his skin.

You have six more points to use if you want them.