Roderick Johnson/Solunar [Complete]

Full Name: Roderick Adam Johnson
Nickname(s): Roddy, Johnson, Millicent (it’s personal)
Codename: Solunar
Alias(es): Lunar Lance, Solar Sword
Age: 17
Classification: Human
Affiliation: Neutral



Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 5’10
Weight: 83kg
Other Traits: Explained in detailed description
Detailed Description
Weighing in at 83 kilograms, Roderick stands at five-foot-ten – making him tall, but not to the point where he literally stands head and shoulders above the crowd. Roderick, at first, does not appear to be built particularly powerfully, with his muscles toned, but not big enough to show significant development. However, he simply has lean muscle – his build lies about how strong he truly is. It should be noted that, while not immediately obvious in the suit, Roderick has broader shoulders than most, to the point where finding shirts that fit him properly without having them custom-made, is a pain. More due to genetics than any other factor, Roderick has a more tanned skin tone than most, though not by particularly much.

Roderick, first and foremost, is a scientist – not a catwalk model. Therefore, it makes sense that he would choose a hairstyle that did not get in the way of his experiments, and allowed him a clear view of whatever he chooses to do. In this light, Roderick chooses to keep his hair short – an inch on average, and an inch and a half at most. His hair is as dark a black as a natural shade can be, and is incredibly springy. In the past, it was rumoured that people patted him on the head just to see his hair spring back into place.

His eyes do not appear to be anything particularly noteworthy, and upon closer inspection, there is hardly anything noteworthy about them. Chocolate brown in colour, his eyes show obvious signs of the beginnings of sleep deprivation. Though slight, there are still bags under his eyes, and the few blood vessels visible on the whites of his eyes are visible nonetheless. His eyelids are almost perpetually half-closed – it has not been determined whether it is due to him being tired, or whether it is because he’s just like that. Irrespective of this, his vision does not seem to be hindered by this – not noticeably, anyway.

Regarding his choice of tops, Roderick likes to keep things simple, and form-fitting. Not tight, but snugly-fitted enough to prevent any excess fabric from being present. He will interchange what he wears based on the weather, choosing things due to practicality, not because it goes well with his eyes. However, most commonly, he will wear a cotton shirt, with the only colour he has seeming to be grey – not dark grey, but darker than neutral grey. The top button is never done up, and it is rarely ever tucked in, but he feels that it is a suitable choice for the climate at present – he doesn’t like jumpers. They itch, apparently.

Roderick has learnt his lessons from years of having his hands burnt, cut, pierced, and a multitude of other things – constant experiment failures mean that he now wears gloves. Made of a chemically-treated synthetic leather, they are dark brown in hue, and are able to resist most acids, temperatures of up to two-hundred degrees Celsius, and cannot be cut by standard kitchenware. They fit his hand snugly, and allow for his dexterity to remain in place, while he can handle dangerous objects with relative ease. The gloves are not worn twenty-four seven – only when he needs them, such as when he’s handling dangerous objects without the suit, or if he wishes to soften his punches slightly.

Roderick’s legwear seems to contrast with his choice of top – he is most commonly seen in pale blue denim jeans, though they still adhere to one of the rules set in place. They fit his legs quite snugly, to the point where no belt is needed, though they still remain comfortable to wear. As per usual, for jeans, there are two pockets on either leg, though Roderick has added inside ones near the bottom of the jeans – just because he could, and thought it would be practical to do so. They have not come in handy yet, but he assures himself that they will one day prove their worth.

Roderick’s shoes are nothing particularly special. If they had a flavour, they would be vanilla, instead of waterproofed leather. Brown, and polished to a sort of lacklustre sheen, his shoes are slightly larger than they should be, but this is likely because Roderick likes to flex his toes when he works. With more fitting shoes, this would not be possible, and there is always the possibility of growing into the shoes, rendering the correct size obsolete in but a matter of time. They are fastened by laces – black ones, frayed at the end, but still functioning perfectly well. They are not made of anything particularly special, they’re just shoelaces.

===POWERS===

Powers:
Xolar/Xunar Energy Absorption and Usage

Spoiler:

Beam Weaponry

Spoiler:

Jet Boots

Spoiler:

Self-Destruct

Spoiler:

Skills:
Extensive kickboxing training allows for skilful use of the marital art, at the level of a brown belt.
Genius level knowledge of physics and engineering.
Novice-level sword training.
Sharp tongue.

Weaknesses:
Energy deprivation
Though he is able to recharge using massive X energy stores at his base, they are only at his base. He needs X energy to be emitted around him to recharge. If there is no X energy present, and he expends his stores, then he’s done for. The suit shuts down completely, and he’s trapped in a metal coffin. There is a manual ejector button, but this is on the sole of his right boot, armoured to stop a fight ending prematurely – not the most obvious of places.

Little actual combat experience
Though he has been trained somewhat, Roderick’s actual combat experience is pitiful. He may act big and snarky, but underneath, he’s likely quaking in his boots.

Big man in a suit of armour. Take that off, and what are you?
He’s a kid with some special armour. Take it off, and he’s a smartarse who doesn’t know when to shut up.

Time of Day
As explained, Xolar energy has its power halved during the day, and Xunar energy’s power is halved during the night. Also, the temperature of his energy creations is reduced to seventy-five degrees Celsius, if the power reduction is in place.

Electromagnetic Pulse Weaponry
Though offering minor protection, EMP blasts still incapacitate the suit, though they must be considerably strong to pose any real threat to Roderick. At most, he will be left with his life support systems intact after the attack.

Equipment:
XEP-Equipped Power Suit
Roderick’s unique suit of armour, able to run on clean, renewable energy. Though modelled after traditional plate armour (as seen here), the armour is actually one huge XEP, forged of an alloy stronger than steel, but light enough to be manageable. The suit is what gives Roderick his powers – without it, he’s practically helpless. Two cells are attached to the back of the suit, each one assigned to storing the respective energy type. The cells are armoured with a far denser panel than the rest of the suit - without the cells, he's without power. There are emergency cells in his boots, but they are strictly for emergencies. The suit cannot be hacked conventionally - the hackers would require actual parts of Roderick's body, as the suit is protected by layer upon layer of biometrics, followed by a security question asking what his first pet was (hint: he never had one, it's a trick question). However, if someone knows their technology, it's a simple matter of fiddling with the suit's innards.

Gloves
Roderick has learnt his lessons from years of having his hands burnt, cut, pierced, and a multitude of other things – constant experiment failures mean that he now wears gloves. Made of a chemically-treated synthetic leather, they are dark brown in hue, and are able to resist most acids, temperatures of up to two-hundred degrees Celsius, and cannot be cut by standard kitchenware. They fit his hand snugly, and allow for his dexterity to remain in place, while he can handle dangerous objects with relative ease. The gloves are not worn twenty-four seven – only when he needs them, such as when he’s handling dangerous objects without the suit, or if he wishes to soften his punches slightly.

===PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE===

Personality:
A possessor of a sharp mind and a tongue to match, Roderick is the kind of person who will have a riposte to your insult, almost all of the time. The boy would outlive gods and demons, all to have the last word in an argument. It is rumoured that roughly half of his brain is dedicated to taking someone and burning them so hard with his insults their own mother wouldn’t recognise them. While this is obviously untrue, if you entered a conversation with him, you would not be blamed for thinking this theory to be true – Roderick wouldn’t either, but he’d still mock you for it.

Roderick is the kind of person who you wouldn’t want to talk to in the first place, however. You remember the guy who sat in the corner of the party the whole night, sipping angrily on some indeterminate beverage? That’s not Roderick. Roderick is the one who didn’t even come; spat acid at the person who invited him, and decided to just get wasted while watching re-runs of awful sci-fi movies at home. Able to only keep a conversation afloat for longer than five minutes by means of insult and some subtle humour, he is inept at forging friends, usually letting his father deal with forging alliances. Though, he does try, at least.

In battle, Roderick tends to try and keep a level head, approaching every situation with a clear mind, so as to discern the best way to defeat his opponent. That is not to say he doesn’t enjoy making remarks at his opponent, or responding to their ones – in fact, he revels in the opportunity to mess with his foe, to throw them off. This does, however, make him seem arrogant, which is likely to be his downfall. And, that aside, he’s only human, and only seventeen – he can, and will, break if you push him far enough. And when he does, when his thoughts collapse he is essentially beaten.

But, if there’s one thing you never do, make it making Roderick angry. Not just annoyed. Not just irritated. Not just frustrated. Angry, as in “an acute hatred of a particular situation, to the point where his wrath causes the Devil himself to flinch.” He will use everything he has at his disposal to defeat you, in as quick and as efficient a way as possible No faffing around with talk or torture, no honour, nothing. He will focus on obliterating you, and wiping your existence from the face of the Earth. He is resilient to insult, having taken enough of it in his time, but as has been said – he’s only human.

Strengths:
Witty
Though it often gets him into the worst kind of social situations, his tongue is as sharp as his energy sword, and it may yet save his life.

Clever
Book smart, with average intelligence regarding street smarts. Awful with socialising.

Strategist
Though not the best tactician, having all the facts he does usually helps with pre-fight preparation.

Perceptive
It’s a given – he’s a scientist, he observes things.

Interests/Habits:
Science
Most particularly, physics and machinery. He loves to tinker with things, and see what happens when X is reacted with Y – maybe with a bit of Z thrown in for good measure.

Fighting
He may not look it, but he’s actually quite a vicious little guy.

Humour
He just loves dry, cutting, and black humour. Tongue-in-cheek makes him smirk, but not that much.

Being Clever
He's brainy and he knows it. He's not afraid to show it.

===PERSONAL BACKGROUND===

Family Members: Father (William Johnson), mother (deceased)(Annabel Johnson), uncle (Barry Johnson)(villain, unregistered on site)
Place of Origin: Luton, England
Current City: Jump City
History: One could say that Roderick was given a home birth. If you could call it a birth, anyway. It depends on how you perceive the word – in any case, Roderick become a fully developed human baby in his – slightly loopy – father’s underground laboratory. His father, a genius and a closet billionaire, was often doing all kinds of experiments. While he would rather side with heroes, as opposed to villains, Roderick’s father would usually carry out experiments just to see what would happen if one thing happened to another thing. In this case, he was just trying out a new cloning technique. And, miraculously, the baby developed with no apparent complications.

It’s entirely possible for the normal outsider to believe that Roderick lived a perfectly normal, uneventful life – his oddball father may have made things a little less mundane, but to the average bystander, Roderick was a fellow average bystander. However, this was far from the truth. In actuality, he was a boy genius, a clone of his father taught everything he knew by his father. His mother did motherly things that his father hadn’t the time, or motivation to do – such as tuck him in at night, hug him when he cried, congratulate him on being a genius, the sorts of things that made him see her as a parent, and his father a teacher.

However, fate is a cruel mistress, often overseeing the law that happiness is temporary and a state of bliss will always come to an end. Tragedy befell the Johnson family when Roderick’s mother died a slow, excruciatingly painful death by poison gas. Neither the father nor the son could tell what had gone wrong – it had to be sabotage. Hey had checked over every possibility, every availability, and still, they could do nothing. They hadn’t even impeded it – something wasn’t right. They thought long and hard about what moves to take, but the deal sealer came in the form of a letter, one that the usually stony-faced father’s expression changed while reading, from expectant, all the way to outright horrified.

It was from Roderick’s uncle – it was unmistakable. After all, who else knew their address, and sent the message by hologram, typed out in Comic Sans just to rub it in? And this was the most dangerous man the two had ever heard of – and Roderick hadn’t even heard of him. A villain with a level of intellect that surpassed Roderick’s father’s by far, and the resources to carry his schemes out, it was wagered that the reason he hadn’t bothered trying to take over the world was because it wouldn’t provide any fun for later. However, there was one flaw with him, not including his villainy – he was jealous.

Having a brilliant mind does not instantly make you a good person. This was especially true in the case of the two brothers. While Roderick’s father was always the silver to his brother’s gold, people always seemed to like him better. While not exactly enigmatic, he was an oddball, and his quirks always seemed to make him seem more… human, despite how different he was. Roderick’s uncle, on the other hand, was just the person you loved to hate. Arrogant, vainglorious, power-hungry, this cocktail of hideous traits made him the kind of person that killed parties, not kept the going. Embittered by how society spurned him, despite not doing anything to change himself, he turned to making money how he knew to – villainy.

But, Roderick’s father could not take revenge upon his brother – having lost the ability to lose his legs in the incident with the poison gas that killed his wife, he could not make proper use of any weaponry developed. So, the two worked on something else – a suit of armour for Roderick. And, though the XEP was supposed to be a renewable, clean, efficient energy source for the house, its purpose was quickly turned into a much more vicious one – revenge. Now constituting the armour the boy wore to fight crime upon the streets of Jump City – and the occasional hero, if need be – the revolutionary invention had been turned into a tool of war.

And, as they flew themselves stateside to confront Roderick’s uncle, it was mutually agreed - neither party regretted a thing.

Sample RP
“What do you mean the convertors are burnt out? I just changed them yesterday! Bloody machine… I swear, I’m going to take his ruddy thing apart and fix it myself when I get back to base…”
As his boots’ convertors were unable to function, for whatever reason there was, Roderick had been forced to resort to movement on foot. And, though the suit moved with is every movement, it was still a lot faster to take to the skies – and would likely grant far more manoeuvrability than on the ground. This theory was given evidence but a moment later, when an explosion threw the boy to the side, knocking him into the side of a concrete building of some sort.

Both Roderick and the suit groaned. The explosion hadn’t been enough for them to be embedded in the wall, but it was by no means a pleasant experience, and Roderick had resolved to not let this happen again. The drone at the end of the street fired off yet another blast, though this time, Roderick was prepared. Aiming carefully, he shot a sphere of Xolar energy into the nocturnal menace’s attack, pushing straight through the meagre blast, like Pac-man in a pharmacy. Though, Roderick was a little disappointed that the beam managed to negate the sphere before it hit his enemy, but he continued, undaunted.

The move was easier than he thought it would be. Roderick anticipated another attack, but the drone was too busy recalculating, and recalibrating – it was attempting to produce an energy blast to negate his Xolar energy attacks. However, it would not get the opportunity to. The familiar sound of Roderick’s energy blade being formed filled the air for a brief moment, before the unit’s head was severed from its body in one fell swoop. The drone jarred for a few moments, before collapsing, now little more than sparking scrap metal. Roderick decided not to clean up – it was in an alleyway, and given the city’s reputation, he supposed that they had seen worse.

Well, here's the complete form, warts and all.

Okay, so the main thing I want you to understand, though it doesn't need changing, is that lunar and solar energy are actually the same thing so I suggest you don't go into some technobabble about it because any other scientific character would not have to go far to disingenuize your character.

Also, if you could change your weight to either pounds or grams that'd be great.

How do the batteries work? you say they don't really have a limit but running out seems to be an issue for him.

How large is the explosion from his self destruct.

How sharp are the constructs and how does he throw the orbs and why would they do so much damage if they need to physically be thrown.

Do EMP's effect his suit, Technomancers, can it be hacked.

For the solar/lunar thing, I was thinking more of incorporating a day/night mechanic, as opposed to solar/lunar. If need be, I can revamp the form, and replace it with fictional energies that only appear during select hours.

All other items have been addressed, but I could not see where on my form it states that the spheres are thrown - they are, I quote, "fired from the suit as projectiles." I have, nevertheless, provided an explanation, stating that the suit puts significant kinetic force behind the spheres, launching them at immense velocities.

His suit runs on two separate power sources - one can only be charged during the day, the other during the night. If he uses up all of one type of energy, he is forced to use the other - which will likely not be nearly as effective as the energy used before, if it proves effective at all.

Okay, only one problem left, how long does it take him to actually run out of either.

The swinging part was a misread of a certain sentence ^^;

and the duality is only really a problem with its inconsistency with regular science. You can keep it but talking with other genius characters about it would be a bit dicey.

Fixed the time taken for energy to be depleted completely. Two and half hours, without incorporating any attacks used.

As for the dual energies, I was thinking about how vampires supposedly were able to survive in the moon's rays, and not the sun's. I'll change it, but it's more on the basis that solar/lunar energy is too tricky to pull off in name, for someone who can't science.

okay, jsut so you understand, there isnt a science to do in that, which was the problem if you wanted to talk with scientific characters. The moon's ray are just the sun's rays without as much UVR*. Of course UVR wasnt understood back when vampires were thought up, but then again it also didnt burn them into oblivion back then. Anyways, UVR are usually the reason given to why vampires burn up.


Finally, so if he were to run out of both can he simply keep up his beam weaponry at a steady pace still? Could he fly? and how long can he fly before something burns out.
After this Im pretty sure that it'llbe acceptable.


*UVR=ultraviolet rays

Yeah, did my research into vampires, and that seemed to be the most plausible. Ended up changing it to two completely fictional energies, Xolar and Xunar. Conveniently, Xonar''s only found when the sun is out, and Xunar's only present when the moon is out. Not sure what happens when they're both out, but I don't seem tor recall that happening before.

I think I said once or twice in there that if the suit runs out of power, it shuts down completely. Have to check that, will edit as appropriate. He has emergency stores in his boots, though they are likely only going to be used for a hasty retreat.