Percival Battin, Explosive Guru.

{Basic(s)}
Name: Percival Battin
Villain name: Aestus
Age: 25
Race: Caucasian
Sexual Orientation: Male
Hometown: Athens, Georgia

{Physical}
Eyes: Greyish Blue
Hair: Medium length, Dark Blonde.
Body: Large scar across chest.
Face: Goatee.
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 167 lbs.

{Weapon(s)/Device(s)}
Percival usually wears a trench coat, inside his outfit, is a large series of bendable, but nearby unbreakable tubes, Percival runs a special type of clay/sand like material that is very explosive, he can shoot this clay/sand as a short or long range projectile, depending on his intentions, he with switch between clay and sand form of this explosive. Percival also has located on a few spots a small "flamethrower" that can either shoot a stream of scorching flame or light a small ball on fire for a burst shot. Percival also carries a few butterfly knives for closer range combat, that he has very succesfully mastered.

{Powers/Abilities}
No powers to speak of, however he has mastered multiple different martial arts through the years, all of them dealy.

{Personality}
Cold, arrogant, and very rough around the edges, he is a renegade of sorts, does things his way, to survive, he won't go out of his way to hurt people, but if it means he moves forward in anyway he will not hesitate to take a life.

{Background}
Percival was born to a single mother, she wasn't a drug addict or a psychopath, she just wasn't ready for a child, in a moment of panic and weakness she left Percival when he was 5 years old, she had held out as long as she could. Percival had to live life on his own, he had to learn how to survuve, and thats what he did, at all costs, he made a successful life for himself, as a scientist, though he had a good paying career the hours were long a tiring, too tiring, it caught up to Percival quickly, he fell asleep in the lab often, nothing went wrong for the most part, until one day , a very explosive material spilled while Percival had fallen asleep, an explosion was imminent, the lab was destroyed and he was fired. He had to go back to his old life, stealing, stepping on fingers and toes just to survive, a life style he had long hated, but now h seemed to enjoy, maybe a little too much, using his knowledge to build a suit, he uses this explosive material he ad collected and multiplied, he robs banks to survive.

{Appearance}

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