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"My name... is Adam Winslow."

[PROTOTYPE]

Name: Adam Winslow

Age: 28

Sex: Male

Height: 5’11 ft.

My name… is Adam Winslow. I was once a normal guy like you. Decent job. Okay place to live. Life was great. So great, I decided to take a vacation. Decided to go to New York. Yea, I knew what had happened to the city a year ago, but things had changed. The outbreak was taken care of and the city was under reconstruction. Sure the place could use the tourism.

Everything was perfect. Had enough money to blow around. Was staying at a good hotel. Aside from a possible mugging, what could go wrong?

…another outbreak maybe?

I was out for a walk, taking in the sites when the outbreak started. People who had been caught down in Penn Station where the virus had started from were running amuck on the streets. Bystanders were attack indiscriminately. And the infected began to eat those they killed. It wasn’t too long before I got attacked. My face was clawed viscously before I managed to get away, but that scratch was all it took. I managed to slip past the blockades but I didn’t know that the infection was running its course till the next day.

My body had changed. I had become this hideous monster. Spikes poked through my skin, which was torn and stretched revealing muscle and tendrils that glowed with infection. My entire body as deformed, my arm longer then the other with a blade for one hand, and a claw for the other. I couldn’t speak. Only growl and grunt.

… but something else was wrong. I was still me. My body had mutated but my mind was still human. I could think, understand, and to some extent communicate. But those who saw me ran in fear.

I ran, hiding within the Yellow Zone. I kept to myself, staying as far away from anything and anyone as I could. Some loose infected would linger close; those that weren’t discovered by Blackwatch. I let out my rage on then, cutting them down with those hideous limbs I now sported.

But these actions caught the watchful eye of one person. One particular person. When I saw him for the first time, he fell from the sky like a missile, slamming hard into the concrete with enough force to send me flying backwards till I impacted a ruin car. Being infected gave me a new type of vision that allowed me to see the virus within others, and this man before me held the purist amount of that virus I had ever seen.

He had this smirk on his face. He studied me, circling me like I was some side show freak at a circus. Kinda was to be honost. The hood he wore hid most of his face, but I could see those eyes. Those eyes were that of a predator, and I was the prey.

But I didn’t want to go down without a fight. I attacked with the blade that made up my hand, and he caught it like it was a piece of paper in the wend. And no matter how hard I pulled, I couldn’t get out of his grip. He studied my closely before jamming his free hand in my chest.

From there, all I felt was pain. It was like something was moving all through my body, digging into every cell and burning me from the inside out.

“Curious,” he said. “You seem to be missing something.” He gave me that sick smirk that I was beginning to hate. “Let’s fill that gap, shall we?”

He thrust his arm deeper into my chest, pulsing yellow/red/orange infection running down his arm and into me. And just as suddenly as he had done so, he yanked his arm free of me. Tendrils writhed and crawled over me, some resembling tiny insect-ish legs, before my body solidified. Exhausted from the ordeal I collapsed onto my knees. I stared down into a puddle of dumpster water and saw my face. MY face! No a monster, just me. The claw marks on my face were there, giving a pulsing glow, but the rest was normal. I even reached up and touched my face, then looked at my hand realizing that it too was normal.

I stood and looked him in the eyes. He smirked, gave a nod, and then jumped. Jumped so high he cleared the roof of the building we stood next to.

I knew I wasn’t cured. I could feel it. The virus was still in me. No. I was the virus. A walking… thing in human form. Ever so slightly, the viral infection crawled across my body like millions of tiny insect like legs and tendrils. Never truly noticeable. I walked among crowds in the Yellow Zone like anyone else.

But Blackwatch was getting smarter. They set up viral detectors. I get too close, they go off. Had to keep my distance.

And the infected? No longer an issue. I tore through them as if they were tissue paper. I was stronger, faster, and more agile then I had ever been before. And by instinct I consumed them. I broke them down to the molecular level and integrated their biomass into me. And after consuming so many, new powers manifested. Namely the claws. They made cutting down the infected much easier.

But things were getting out of control. More infected were appearing. And the man who changed me, Alex Mercer? He was creating more like me; called Evolved. Didn’t take a genius to realize what he was up to.

But I’m no hero. And he was obviously stronger then me, so I wasn’t going to step up and fight. But someone was. Time passed and I had heard through ‘sources’ that a man named James Heller was causing trouble, and he seemed to be just as strong as Alex Mercer.

So while Heller was pissing off Mercer, I was dealing with the infected. Infiltrating an GENTECK R&D facility I came across some specimens from the first outbreak that was kept under lock and key for study. Couldn’t pass up the chance. Killing and consuming the beasts as if it was an all you can eat buffet, I gained new powers and others were enhanced. Could see in inferred now, developed what was logged into the computers as ‘Muscle Mass’ and ‘Blade’ abilities. They were listed as powers that were used by Alex Mercer a year ago.

With these new powers, I could face some of the bigger creatures. Taking down a Hydra, I created what I remembered listed was the ‘Whipfist’. With this, It was easier to face a Juggernaut, gaining the ‘Hammerfist’.

But my actions again were noticed. An Evolved disguised as a Blackwatch Soldier didn’t like what I was doing, and took it upon himself to face me in a fight wanting to consume me for my power. He had changed as well, developing an armor power that made it hard to defeat him. We fought for nearly an hour before I finally pounded him into the ground with the ‘Hammerfist’. I managed to crack that armor of his, allowing me to tear it off and consume him. Immediately my skin, clothes, everything bulged and hardened into a carapace armor with slight insectoid features.

With the armor on I was too heavy to glide and run at top speed, but my agility and power was still the same, and if something got in my way, I easily swatted it aside or pushed it aside with a shoulder rush. Hell, I flipped a car over my head just running into it. And coupled with one of the other powers, I was nearly unstoppable.

Feeling that I was strong enough, I planned my escape. A simple helicopter ride and a bail out and I’d be free. Well, said bail out turned into being shot out of the sky when they noticed I was flying away from the city. The armor helped in the crash and I managed to get away from the scene before Blackwatch arrived.

Free, I return to the world. But what do I do now? With this kind of power, what should I do? For now, I think I’ll travel the world. Heard Japan was good place to visit this time of year.

Offensive Powers: Blade + Claws + Hammerfists + Muscle mass + Whipfist +Devastators

Defensive Powers: Armor + Shield

Utility Powers & other Skills: Consume + Disguise + Infected vision+ Inferred vision+ Wall running

Personality: Before the infection, Adam was a giving, selfless person who looked out for friend and family. So much he rooted himself in his home town so as to stay close to his relatives.

His attitude changed after his infection and subsequent ‘rebirth’. Though he still sought to protect others from the infected, he looked out for himself to survive. Knowing he stood no chance against someone like Mercer, he kept hidden and only attacked when deemed necessary. Learning he could grow stronger after consuming large amounts of biomass from infected or Evolved, he hunted down genetic traits that would increase his chances of survival.

He had also seemed to gain a taste for power, enjoying the abilities given to him by the ‘Mercer Virus’. Some times taking too much pleasure in ripping the infected in half with his bare hands. But even still, could never bring himself to harm or consume an innocent. Wouldn’t stop him from consuming a Blackwatch soldier though.

Appearance: Adam has short brown hair with long bangs that come down to his eyes. Being from the south, he has a slight tan from constant exposure to the sun. His eyes are a green/greyish color. When using his different visions, his eyes shift yellow or red.

Though he appears to be wearing clothes it is now part of his biomass. His upper body is covered in a long sleeve shirt, under a dark brown leather jacket with a black hoodie inner lining which he keeps zipped up. His lower body is covered in khaki pants and boots.

Description
"My name... is Adam Winslow."

[PROTOTYPE]

Name: Adam Winslow

Age: 28

Sex: Male

Height: 5’11 ft.

My name… is Adam Winslow. I was once a normal guy like you. Decent job. Okay place to live. Life was great. So great, I decided to take a vacation. Decided to go to New York. Yea, I knew what had happened to the city a year ago, but things had changed. The outbreak was taken care of and the city was under reconstruction. Sure the place could use the tourism.

Everything was perfect. Had enough money to blow around. Was staying at a good hotel. Aside from a possible mugging, what could go wrong?

…another outbreak maybe?

I was out for a walk, taking in the sites when the outbreak started. People who had been caught down in Penn Station where the virus had started from were running amuck on the streets. Bystanders were attack indiscriminately. And the infected began to eat those they killed. It wasn’t too long before I got attacked. My face was clawed viscously before I managed to get away, but that scratch was all it took. I managed to slip past the blockades but I didn’t know that the infection was running its course till the next day.

My body had changed. I had become this hideous monster. Spikes poked through my skin, which was torn and stretched revealing muscle and tendrils that glowed with infection. My entire body as deformed, my arm longer then the other with a blade for one hand, and a claw for the other. I couldn’t speak. Only growl and grunt.

… but something else was wrong. I was still me. My body had mutated but my mind was still human. I could think, understand, and to some extent communicate. But those who saw me ran in fear.

I ran, hiding within the Yellow Zone. I kept to myself, staying as far away from anything and anyone as I could. Some loose infected would linger close; those that weren’t discovered by Blackwatch. I let out my rage on then, cutting them down with those hideous limbs I now sported.

But these actions caught the watchful eye of one person. One particular person. When I saw him for the first time, he fell from the sky like a missile, slamming hard into the concrete with enough force to send me flying backwards till I impacted a ruin car. Being infected gave me a new type of vision that allowed me to see the virus within others, and this man before me held the purist amount of that virus I had ever seen.

He had this smirk on his face. He studied me, circling me like I was some side show freak at a circus. Kinda was to be honost. The hood he wore hid most of his face, but I could see those eyes. Those eyes were that of a predator, and I was the prey.

But I didn’t want to go down without a fight. I attacked with the blade that made up my hand, and he caught it like it was a piece of paper in the wend. And no matter how hard I pulled, I couldn’t get out of his grip. He studied my closely before jamming his free hand in my chest.

From there, all I felt was pain. It was like something was moving all through my body, digging into every cell and burning me from the inside out.

“Curious,” he said. “You seem to be missing something.” He gave me that sick smirk that I was beginning to hate. “Let’s fill that gap, shall we?”

He thrust his arm deeper into my chest, pulsing yellow/red/orange infection running down his arm and into me. And just as suddenly as he had done so, he yanked his arm free of me. Tendrils writhed and crawled over me, some resembling tiny insect-ish legs, before my body solidified. Exhausted from the ordeal I collapsed onto my knees. I stared down into a puddle of dumpster water and saw my face. MY face! No a monster, just me. The claw marks on my face were there, giving a pulsing glow, but the rest was normal. I even reached up and touched my face, then looked at my hand realizing that it too was normal.

I stood and looked him in the eyes. He smirked, gave a nod, and then jumped. Jumped so high he cleared the roof of the building we stood next to.

I knew I wasn’t cured. I could feel it. The virus was still in me. No. I was the virus. A walking… thing in human form. Ever so slightly, the viral infection crawled across my body like millions of tiny insect like legs and tendrils. Never truly noticeable. I walked among crowds in the Yellow Zone like anyone else.

But Blackwatch was getting smarter. They set up viral detectors. I get too close, they go off. Had to keep my distance.

And the infected? No longer an issue. I tore through them as if they were tissue paper. I was stronger, faster, and more agile then I had ever been before. And by instinct I consumed them. I broke them down to the molecular level and integrated their biomass into me. And after consuming so many, new powers manifested. Namely the claws. They made cutting down the infected much easier.

But things were getting out of control. More infected were appearing. And the man who changed me, Alex Mercer? He was creating more like me; called Evolved. Didn’t take a genius to realize what he was up to.

But I’m no hero. And he was obviously stronger then me, so I wasn’t going to step up and fight. But someone was. Time passed and I had heard through ‘sources’ that a man named James Heller was causing trouble, and he seemed to be just as strong as Alex Mercer.

So while Heller was pissing off Mercer, I was dealing with the infected. Infiltrating an GENTECK R&D facility I came across some specimens from the first outbreak that was kept under lock and key for study. Couldn’t pass up the chance. Killing and consuming the beasts as if it was an all you can eat buffet, I gained new powers and others were enhanced. Could see in inferred now, developed what was logged into the computers as ‘Muscle Mass’ and ‘Blade’ abilities. They were listed as powers that were used by Alex Mercer a year ago.

With these new powers, I could face some of the bigger creatures. Taking down a Hydra, I created what I remembered listed was the ‘Whipfist’. With this, It was easier to face a Juggernaut, gaining the ‘Hammerfist’.

But my actions again were noticed. An Evolved disguised as a Blackwatch Soldier didn’t like what I was doing, and took it upon himself to face me in a fight wanting to consume me for my power. He had changed as well, developing an armor power that made it hard to defeat him. We fought for nearly an hour before I finally pounded him into the ground with the ‘Hammerfist’. I managed to crack that armor of his, allowing me to tear it off and consume him. Immediately my skin, clothes, everything bulged and hardened into a carapace armor with slight insectoid features.

With the armor on I was too heavy to glide and run at top speed, but my agility and power was still the same, and if something got in my way, I easily swatted it aside or pushed it aside with a shoulder rush. Hell, I flipped a car over my head just running into it. And coupled with one of the other powers, I was nearly unstoppable.

Feeling that I was strong enough, I planned my escape. A simple helicopter ride and a bail out and I’d be free. Well, said bail out turned into being shot out of the sky when they noticed I was flying away from the city. The armor helped in the crash and I managed to get away from the scene before Blackwatch arrived.

Free, I return to the world. But what do I do now? With this kind of power, what should I do? For now, I think I’ll travel the world. Heard Japan was good place to visit this time of year.

Offensive Powers: Blade + Claws + Hammerfists + Muscle mass + Whipfist +Devastators

Defensive Powers: Armor + Shield

Utility Powers & other Skills: Consume + Disguise + Infected vision+ Inferred vision+ Wall running

Personality: Before the infection, Adam was a giving, selfless person who looked out for friend and family. So much he rooted himself in his home town so as to stay close to his relatives.

His attitude changed after his infection and subsequent ‘rebirth’. Though he still sought to protect others from the infected, he looked out for himself to survive. Knowing he stood no chance against someone like Mercer, he kept hidden and only attacked when deemed necessary. Learning he could grow stronger after consuming large amounts of biomass from infected or Evolved, he hunted down genetic traits that would increase his chances of survival.

He had also seemed to gain a taste for power, enjoying the abilities given to him by the ‘Mercer Virus’. Some times taking too much pleasure in ripping the infected in half with his bare hands. But even still, could never bring himself to harm or consume an innocent. Wouldn’t stop him from consuming a Blackwatch soldier though.

Appearance: Adam has short brown hair with long bangs that come down to his eyes. Being from the south, he has a slight tan from constant exposure to the sun. His eyes are a green/greyish color. When using his different visions, his eyes shift yellow or red.

Though he appears to be wearing clothes it is now part of his biomass. His upper body is covered in a long sleeve shirt, under a dark brown leather jacket with a black hoodie inner lining which he keeps zipped up. His lower body is covered in khaki pants and boots.