Garrett Thompson, Blood Claw

{Basic(s)}
Name: Garrett Thompson
Nickname/Hero name/ Villain name: Blood Claw, Mad Claw, Or Big Sexy
Age: 28
Race: Human Altered
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Hometown: Gotham

{Physical}
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Body: He has an extremely large and thick scar that travels diagonally across his chest.
Face: He has razor sharp k nine teeth
Height: 6'6"
Weight: 284

{Weapon(s)/Device(s)}
None, he relies only on his physical strength.

{Powers/Abilities}
He has super strength, capable of lifting a small car with some strain. Could easily run through a concrete wall if he were running at a good speed.
He is extremely fast, but only when he sprints, other than that he is fairly average.
His nails and teeth are practically unbreakable and razor sharp, they can pierce human flesh with ease.
He has an extremely high thresh hold for pain, being able to stand up to multiple gunshots with out a problem.
His sense of hearing and smell are abnormally keen.
His legs are very strong, allowing him to jump extremely high.

{Personality}
He is easily described as a shoot first ask questions later kind of guy, being extremely aggressive, and willing to do anything to get the job done. He is extremely cocky and talks an awful lot of trash, his sense of humor is also crude and vulgar. He is not the most pleasant or gentleman like fellow...He loves money, beer, and woman, though he is some what of a womanizer. He is extremely easy going and laid back, taking life as it comes; but at the same time he is a hot head, and easily persuaded into battle. He isn't the brightest man in the world, but in the heat of battle, instincts conquer...

{Background}
There is much to Garret's story, he grew up in the crime ridden city of Gotham, before the days of Batman...His family was rather poor, living on the bad side of town...Gunshots were heard all night, the streets were never safe...Garrett was a normal boy, nothing special to him. He had seen many things a boy should not see at a young age...At one point he witnessed a mugging, which then turned into a murder...He would only stand in shock as he watched it, the men knocked him down as they ran away...That being the last time he ever saw them...Garret's father was the real reason anything had happened to him though...He had been mingling with the a few crime lords, borrowing money he couldn't pay back...To say the very least, they were not happy about it...At the age of thirteen Garret had come home from school to find his mother beaten to death in his small home. A note was left on her corpse telling the father that they were tired of waiting, and that this was his last warning...This crime lord was known as The Penguin...Garrett didn't know what to make of it, he had no clue what was going on...He had completely shut down, living his life in the same manner...Just in a dead silence...A few months later his father failed to pay the Penguin's thugs once more, so in trade for his debts...They would take his son and make him into a living weapon...Of course the Penguin was not the one who was responsible for the transformation to Garrett...He simply did not have the means to do so...But he was the one who called the shots, hypnotizing some of the best scientists he could find...Mixing Garrett's DNA with many ferocious clawed animals, the strength of a bear, the bite of the wolf, the speed of the fox, so on so forth...This made Garrett much larger, expanding his boyish size to a whopping 6 ft. He would only grow from there, both length and width...He also became much harrier from it...He had no choice but to follow his orders, being hypnotized by his umbrella...At the age of 20 he managed to escape during the night, breaking away from the Penguin's clutches; but not before ripping apart all the thugs he had there...It was the first time he had been able to live in awhile, it had also been the first time he had seen what he was capable of...Garrett fled Gotham, to find himself...To find out who he was, what he was...He lived on his own as a nomad, traveling from city to city, town to town, sometimes even just staying in the wilderness...Three years later he would return to Gotham, but needed money...He worked as a free lance mercenary, offering to do crime for a nice price...He never cared who got hurt, as long as he got payed...His favor motto always being, "Do unto others, what has been done to you..."

{Appearance}

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