Frankenstein

Dead Man Hulking

Description:

POWERS

Superhuman Strength: Frankenstein is an engine of destruction, possessing the capacity for virtually limitless physical strength.

Superhuman Stamina: Frankenstein is capable of exerting himself at peak physical capacity for several days before fatigue begins to affect him.

Superhuman Durability: In addition to great strength, Frankenstein’s body possesses a high degree of resistance to injury. He is capable of withstanding high caliber bullets, conventional blades, powerful explosives, pressures extremes, falls from orbital heights, maximized heat without blistering, maximized cold without freezing, and great impacts.

Regenerative Healing Factor: Despite his high resistance to physical harm, it is possible to cause Frankenstein injury. However, due to Franklin Myers’s formula, his body is constantly regenerating damaged or destroyed areas of his body with far greater speed and efficiency than an ordinary human.

Immunity to All Diseases and Viruses: Frankenstein is immune to all known diseases and viruses.

SKILLS

Bioengineer: Eames possesses considerable expertise in genetics and biochemistry.

Bio:

Code Name: Frankenstein
Real Name: Dr. Edward ‘Eddie’ Eames
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Height: 7’ 2’’
Place of birth: Virginia Beach, Virginia
Power origin: Super-soldier serum

HISTORY

Eddie Eames’s tragic story begins in California’s San Fernando Valley, where he worked as a biochemist under the brilliant Franklin Myers, a brilliant maverick noted for his research into cancer. The good doctor took him on as an apprentice, amazed and delighted by the speed with which his young friend learned the lessons he taught. Some years into their friendship, Eames and Myers were contracted by a major pharmaceutical company to head up a grand and ambitious new project. The two men were given three years to find the holy grail of medical science – a cure for cancer.

Eames and Myers threw themselves into the work, sacrificing everything in their lives. After a year, it looked like they might have a breakthrough, a formula that showed incredible changes in cancerous lab rats. The celebrations were short lived however, when the side effects became apparent; the formula cured the cancer, but in doing so, it increased cellular growth to an absurd and eventually lethal degree, mutating the rats into freakish, overblown monsters. A soul-crushing process began to emerge. The test animals would cundergo a period of rapid healing and then mutate into monsters too bloated to survive. Soon enough, three years had almost passed and they nothing to show for it. The company began to demand results and they had not even progressed to human testing. Eames knew it was a lost cause, but Myers would not give up. He insisted that his new alterations to the formula would change everything for the better, even going as far as to test on cadavers, amazed by the temporary signs of life they would display. But both Eames and the company had lost faith. They were to be shut down immediately.

One night, Eames dropped by the lab to pick up some papers, and overheard Myers talking with some shadowy men. They were discussing the research, and what it might be applied for in less ethical circumstances. One of the men was talking about creating super-soldiers using the mutative qualities of the formula. Wars were discussed. A briefcase exchanged hands.

Eames demanded an explanation. When the men would not listen, he attacked. In the short conflict that followed, one of the men grabbed the doctor and hurled him into a rack of glass beakers and chemicals. Pain raced through Eames’s body as the various fluids mingled to form a highly corrosive acid. Screaming in pain, he rolled clear of the chemicals as they ignited and filled the room with flames and choking smoke. The men left with what they came for.

The next several weeks of Eames’s life were spent drifting in and out of consciousness. Time passed without meaning to him, and the only thing he felt was an endless throbbing pain. Finally, he awoke to find he was strapped down to a steel table in an operating theatre. The brisk fall of footsteps clattered across the floor, and the concerned face of Franklin Myers apppeared. He explained what had happened.

The prognosis had not been good. Eames was dying. The only thing that might save his life was the formula. Myers dosed him up time and again, replacing the damaged parts of his body with skin grafts from the cadavers in the basement. In a voice heavy with sorrow, he lamented the fact that he had not allowed his friend to die as nature demanded. With that, he released Eames and presented him with a mirror. The agonized scream which ensued was the most dreadful sound Myers had ever heard.

Since then, Eames has travelled across the country seeking a cure for his condition. Some people he helps, others he hurts, depending on his mood at the time. He hopes to find the men who attacked him in the lab, and perhaps unravel their plans for a new breed of weapon. His occasional skirmishes with various forms of law enforcement have seen him become a wanted man, and have led to the creation of a new urban legend – FRANKENSTEIN!

Frankenstein

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