En'deros

Superhuman Strength En has been gifted with a considerable level of superhuman strength. En's physical strength is sufficient enough to enable him to lift and throw objects as heavy as a big rig semi-truck with ease, and shows enough restraint to pull his punches and kicks unless fighting someone or something of similar or greater durability to prevent any casualties. He has demonstrated the ability to cut down thick trees using only his hands, and smash through wood, stone and metal with ease. Even create large craters by slamming his fist into the ground. While not necessarily on the level of  fully blown kryptonian, En is capable of lifting upwards of 10 tons. While not durable enough to use his strength without backlash, En's body compensates that lack with high speed regeneration, enabling him to survive the backlash. His punches create fractures in the bones in his hands, all the while  worthy of note about En's strength, is that even though he may break his bones striking something, whatever he's hitting breaks first. thick brick walls, steel, wood, it will still crumble, bend, and break. He doesn't need the durability to dish out the damage, just the strength.

Regenerative Healing Factor: En's physical strength is very damaging to his own body, a single punch to a brick wall demolishes it but fractures several bones in his hands and forearm, a head butt causes hairline fractures all across his skull and knocks him out. The only reason he's able to survive such things and keep fighting is due to the fact he is able to regenerate damaged or destroyed tissue with far greater speed and efficiency than a normal human. Although, this primarily affects destroyed bones and muscles. His bones and torn muscles, ligaments, and so on naturally resetting over the course of three to ten minutes depending on the damage. Even completely recuperate from falling 30 feet within ten minutes.

However, he is also able to fully regenerate from wounds caused by small firearms and scratches in under a minute. Whereas injuries resulting in massive tissue damage, such as severe burns, mass blood loss, numerous bullet wounds from high caliber weaponry, and deep lacerations within six hours (the time frame of which he heals is of course, based upon counter play). En, while unable to regenerate limbs, is capable of reattaching severed ones such as a hand, foot, or leg, so long as he had additional assistance from stitching, and a cast to keep it on long enough for the cells to merge together again.

The healing factor is extensive, and effective. En cannot regenerate limbs or major missing body parts with the exception of his eyes, a pinky toe, and... other biological facilities. It should be noted that he is unable to regenerate from wounds other than self inflicted broken bones and muscle damage in topics. Most ‘extensive’ regeneration is done outside of them.

This healing factor does not filter out earthly poisons, toxins, and diseases. There are some things that stunt his healing factor, the primary example of this would of course be temperatures below 30 degrees fahrenheit. His cells literally begin to slow down the moment he is in a freezing environment. This slows if not stops his healing factor entirely.

Skills
- Exceptional Hand to Hand Combatant
- Exceptional Pilot
- Skilled Tactician

Physical Weaknesses

• "Healing Intervals": To put something into perspective, En wasn't built to dish out his unusually high strength, he still does, and tears through metal and stone like a hot knife through butter. it's just that there's a recoil, and that recoil causes bone fractures, torn ligaments, and even entire limbs becoming useless. To compensate, his body reforms and resets his bones quickly, even repairing severe muscle damage in minutes. His regenerative healing factor picks up the slack and regenerates the damaged bones and muscles in minutes to compensate for his lack of durability, but healing takes time. While he's healing he's rather vulnerable.
  
  
• Superhuman Strength, Recoil: As stated in his Superhuman Strength power, and his regeneration, En's body is RIDICULOUSLY VULNERABLE by comparison to other powerhouses.  He surpasses many in strength, but, as stated above, En's physically harms himself as he uses his strength. Breaking bones, tearing ligaments, and essentially rending one limb useless after he strikes something at full force. While his healing factor picks up the slack, it takes time, and the self-inflicted injuries he has become easy targets to inflict more pain upon him.
  
  
• K.O: Honestly if you want a 7'0" red guy to quit punching you, or more importantly to end a fight faster. Just knock En out. He's about as sturdy as a human is, albeit more so with the regeneration. He lacks the necessary durability to sustain serious head trauma... Like a frying pan to the back of the head.
  
  
• No alcohol tolerance: Despite their strong bodies and high durability, A Kri'eel cannot, under any circumstances, hold their liquor. A Kri'eel's body is unable to process the acetaldehyde (Ethanal, a material toxic to the cells. It is the primary cause of most of the symptoms commonly called a "hangover", including vomiting, passing out, loss of memory function, etcetera.) portion of the liver's alcohol detoxification process. Their livers are unable to get rid of the ethanal as soon as it's formed, and as a result an excess build of liquor in their systems immediately makes them more sluggish, and in some cases, simply blackout. This makes a Kri'eel such as En very easy to knock out. It should be noted that doing this doesn't apply the effects of alcohol poisoning.
  
  
• Increased Calorie Requirement: En requires a daily count of a minimum of 5000 calories a day in order to function. While his body will not suffer any negative side effects to this, his mind will generally degrade over time without sustenance.
  
  
• Physical Condition: As you can see in his power section, En's physical durability is rather low by comparison to his physical strength. While he is still able to use that strength with such low durability, En's Superhuman Strength is very dependent upon his physical condition. To put something into perspective, En's Achilles heel is comparable to Samson (Biblical character, think Hercules with a hair follicle weakness), only instead of a haircut making him weaker, En's body grows gradually weaker with each substantial injury that he gains in battle. With his healing factor this should generally balance out after a fight, but it still makes it easy to weaken him should you have the necessary firepower.
  
  
• Extreme Cold: En’s body deals with high temperatures extremely well, however when it comes to the cold he literally begins to slow down. His body, akin to a virus, slows down and renders the use of his energy inert.
  

Mental Weaknesses

• One-track mind: En’deros has a mind that is set on doing the first thing that comes to mind, and nothing can dissuade him from doing so. If he says he is going to “Hit that tree.” he is going to hit that tree, even if someone starts yelling “Don’t hit that tree!”
  
  
• Hot Headed: En tends to be very hot-headed both outside of battle.
  

Equipment
-Armor: En’s only piece of equipment is his battle armor, which is composed of Be’kharr. A unique rubber composite material that mimics the density of Iron while retaining the elasticity and viscosity of rubber. While originally developed by the Krell for a wide range of uses ranging from bullets to ballistic shields, the Kri’eel used the resistant iron-like rubber to take the form of an armor that, by earth standards, would resemble an hyper-elastic spandex that stretches and grows to fit the body type of the wearer, snapping back into place like a rubber band on someone’s wrist. The armor the Kri’eel craft from this are like a stretchy spandex suit that bends and stretches to fit any body type and build, all the while exerting an immense durability as it hardens when struck.

-Universal Translator (English): The ship En came to earth in provided him with a localized translator of the primary dialect of the continent he was on. Translating his own language to English and visa versa with the exception of the word Cuckoko, which means bird.  

-Kri'eel Daggers: To avoid overusing his strength, En uses a single crude Kri'eel war blade that he fashioned out of the remains of the ship he arrived on. Never once leaving whatever home he's in without them.


Personality
En is a pure-blooded Kri’eel warrior of the Deviant clan, and even at a young age he was emulating the war-like qualities of the Kri'eel people. He is frequently depicted as aggressive with an explosive temper, but at the same time very self-restrained, a quality that is uncommon among his race. While the majority of his race enjoyed conflict over peace, preferring war over diplomatic discussions, En deals with his love of fighting and conflict in a much healthier way than the barbaric slaughter of criminals and heroes alike, rather directing it towards those who do wrong.

He has often displayed some noble traits that would be uncommon among someone as aggressive as him, things likely associated with his first interactions with humans and what he’s heard of ‘heroes’. He shows care over the well being of those weaker than him, or the injured never once hesitating to lift someone off their butt or out of a wall after being punched into one. Knowing all too well that a human is very much like 'cardboard' to him, he frequently holds back in fights to prevent serious or life threatening injuries, breaking bones. He lacks the characteristic ruthlessness of his race, and has only killed during times of war or when it is absolutely necessary (on earth it’s never necessary.), and even then his father usually delivered the final blow, such as when he was still a little boy (The Krell would eventually to try and kill the Kri'eel anyways... Or inadvertently cause their demise by refusing to help them.)

En isn't as notably arrogant in his abilities as his father was, although he does have a tendency to be far too relaxed while fighting, never once getting too excited during a fight with a human unless they actually manage to physically harm him. When such a thing happens (as the writer expects it will), he becomes very happy and immediately tries to test them to see if they're able to defend themselves long enough. It would be fair to say that if En were a human child on christmas, the only thing he would ask for is a challenge.

Despite his self-restraint and his 'healthy' alternative to brutally slaughtering things, En can often forget that the environment around him isn't as durable as he could hope. He'll often forget that everything around him might as well be cardboard unless it's a five foot thick steel wall. En will always forget about to hold back against the environment around him.

Likes
- Fighting
- Any animal that can qualify as a Pet
- Humans
- Warm Clothing
- American Cartoons
- Superheroes
- Heaters, Radiators, and water heaters
- Warm Drinks (Hot Cocoa, coffee, etcetera)

Dislikes
- Cowards
- Milk
- Clowns.
- Metaphors
- Video Games
- The letter K.
- Writing
- Monkeys
- Water

Habits/Hobbies
- Boxing
- He unintentionally breaks things while stressed and or aggravated


Family Members: Il’daros (Father- Deviant Kri'eel, fate unknown), Lo’daros (Mother - Deceased)
Place of Origin: En’doril, Kre'il
History
It all begins with the two races of Planet Kre'il, the Kri'eel and the Krell. The Krell were a race small in stature that is native to the planet. What the Krell lacked physical strength and toughness they more than made up for what they lacked with intelligence, mechanical ingenuity and advanced technology, by contrast the Kri'eel were of average height by comparison to a human being on earth, but much stronger and far too brutal for civilization. With their advanced technology and high levels of intelligence, the Krell used their larger, more powerful cousins as laborers, treating the species as slaves to make their own lives easier in the massive city of En’doril while the Kri’eel struggled to survive in the desert and rocky outcrops to the east.

A Krell’s life was a peaceful one, up until one of the laborers, En’deros father, Li’daros, a deviant mutant of the Kri’eel species with luminescent red skin saw how much the Krell thrived while his species struggled and fought over the next piece of meat that came into their hungry desert villages. When Li’daros told his village elders of how much the Krell gained off of the Kri’eel’s suffering, and they took offense too it.

The Kri’eel grew more vicious the more they realized how little they had gained for the work they had done, they trusted the Krell less and less and by the time their more civilized cousins came with another ship to transport more men for the mining force, in a moments notice they were slaughtered. Over time many of the members of the Krell embassy were taken by surprise and brutally slaughtered as to send the message that their tinier cousins were no longer welcome in the desert any longer to take their people to supply the city with new resources.

The small number of Krell casualties grew to organized attacks upon En’Doril, and then at the whim of the red-skinned deviant, Li’Daros, declared an all out war upon the krell. Taking whatever able-bodied fighter, even En'deros, who was 16 at the time, stormed the gates of En’doril to raid and assist his father with physically dismembering the Krell’s armed military. The Kri’eel were giants compared to the Krell, but due to the latter’s technology they managed to hold the upper hand for weeks. The casualties suffered on both sides soon evened out as  each time the Krell retreating behind bigger and larger walls before the remaining survivors of the Krell boarded their warship, The Watcher.

The greatest scientists of the Krell would begin to put their minds together to try and create something to neutralize the Kri’eel threat once and for all.

As the Krell ships loomed over the planet during the final battle, preparing to systematically kill the other residents of their planet with a virus, forgetting to include several factors like a deviant genotype. Just so they they could build over the Kri’eel villages (and their corpses), afterwards. En and his father would be given the honors of taking down the “watcher”, or as the elders called it, a giant metal Cuckopo (Large Bird.).  Gleefully accepting the offer, the red-skinned deviant pair would zoom up into the sky to make the last attack and take down the airship once and for all. Believing that they would be able to thwart their tyrannical dwarfish cousins without any more casualties on their side of the war. When the red-skinned deviants of the species were seen, the Krell military armed their men and and released the Krell Virus into the atmosphere.

With En and his father’s approach, the Krell ordered his army to release the unfinished virus into the air in hopes that the pair, along with the remaining Kri’eel would die. When the side of the ship opened what little remained of the Krell's armed soldiers released the Krell Virus into the atmosphere.

After killing what soldiers were visible on the side of the warship, En and Li would make it to the top of the ship, the cockpit where the Krell emperor rested, only to call the old fool out of hiding for a final confrontation. The moment the insignificant old fool appeared the air itself turned to poison for any and all of the Kri’eel, with the exception of the 25 members of the “Deviant Clan” (Bright red skin, includes Li’daros and En’deros). As the old fool began to laugh as the blue skinned Kri’eel began to drop like flies on a bug-zapper,  only stopping to find the two warriors staring the man down with a puzzled look upon their faces. After seeing that not even the weakling En’deros fail to perish, the old man in his hover-chair began to quiver with fear.

After realizing that all hope was lost for the Krell, the king attempted to order the pilots of the ship to draw him back in and fly off planet, moments after the king frantically cried to be pulled back into the warship, afinal flash of red light was fired. En’s father launched a massive, sun-like energy ball towards the ship causing a chain of explosions that brought the warship crashing down upon the desert that had proven to be a harsh and cruel home for the Kri’eel. Taking a look at the work they had wrought, the complete and total genocide of an enemy race, and a lavished city to call home, En and his Father would laugh not realizing the casualties on their own side of the war. Not yet realizing what the foolish Krell had released into the air. Let alone how what they had released had begun to cull the afflicted members of their species, how it affected what they hunted and gathered.

By the time En and his father had returned to the surface, they would find that many of their kin had perished, leaving only the red-skinned warriors to stand in the ruins of the city. There were no more than a total of twenty five Kri’eel left, each one grieving over the loss of their families. An insult to their injury, the incomplete virus had killed all wildlife with the exclusion of the wild plant life and avian kind that thrived in the irradiated deserts, such as the man-eating Cacti and the Cuckoko (birds).

With what little they had left, barely any animals to hunt to feed themselves, only many artificial foods that the Krell had manufactured that would barely sustain them for a month, Li'daros would make the decision that their best bet would be to send their youngest off world with the necessary equipment to survive on other worlds.

Li’daros took the twelve youngest of the Deviant clan  people to the center of En’doril where the many space pods of the Krell sat. Adorning themselves with Kri’eel battle armor before the children and teens took their seats in their individual space pods before saying their goodbyes and launching off in different directions of the universe.

Not knowing or caring where they went, so long as it was a habitable landscape with an intelligent species they could integrate into, the Kri’eel scattered themselves across the universe.

En’s pod would make it’s way to an unusual planet that had blue skies that was far more beautiful than the red and yellow polluted clouds that blocked the stars above. When he landed in Pennsylvania, En would see something he had not seen in the night sky in many years, stars. Unsure of what to make of this new world, En would make use of the technology in the pod he sat in to spy on the surrounding sentient entities in the environment before judging the threat level.

It took days to for the ship to decipher the language that were picked up over the radio transmissions, using what it caught up on to create a personalized translator for En to wear. One thing would become apparent most of all over the transmissions that were picked up by the ship, nearly every bit of news En heard were about heroes or villains with the occasional traffic update and weather report, but more importantly about superheroes.

Remembering his mission clearly, En’ would come to the conclusion that the easiest way for the Human race to accept him would be to use his abilities to do as the heroes did, although he would do so in his own way. Listening to the broadcast one last time, En would pick up on one other bit of information, the crime rates of different locations on the earth. Jump city, Gotham, Metropolis, Star City, and so on.

En would pick the city that sounded like it would be the most interesting to run off to, and, after violently destroying every component of the Krell ship he had landed in other than the translator, and fly off to Jump City without a second thought.

(Haven't done much in the way of Roleplaying in a long while. Hope this works.)

En would take a deep breath in and open up his eyes, The feeling was unbearable, not that he had been snuck up on, it was unbearably underwhelming. He could barely sense their energy, the armed men that had barged into his room barely registered enough of a reading for him to notice them. So weak that he could barely notice them the moment they came into his expensive hotel room. "OK. Wow. You guy's cant even move a fridge a few feet without throwing out your backs, can you? Get out of my room."

Even with his vision blurred he could feel how many people were in his immediate vicinity, and the moment his vision finally cleared as the rest of his senses came to, En would hear a loud click at the side of his head as he lay there on the hotel bed. “Oh. You have guns… Huh.” Maybe this would be a challenge, maybe they were actually well trained and carried a high enough caliber gun or a weapon that it would actually be able to hurt hi-... Oh. Oh no… They had pea-shooters. Tiny guns that fired quickly but didn’t carry the 12000 pound punch that he needed to even be harmed seriously.

“Are you Endie-ril?” From the attire and what they were carrying for defense painted the simple image in En’s head that they were not the most organized group of armed killers. They didn’t even get his name right. Let alone actual killers, usually someone would think twice about paying that extra 400 dollars on a a relatively impressive weapon. “The kid’s got red skin and funny eyes, just pull the trigger and be done with it.”

“Our boss found that little trail of destroyed technology you left behind. That little round thing you blew, that pod thing is useless, the technology in it was very valuable and would’a made the boss very hap-” En would cut the man off then and there the moment he brought up the ‘destroyed ship’ he had arrived in. “ You have disturbed my from my slumber…” En would lean up from his place in bed, the expression on his face slowly turning more and more agitated as the masked goons around him kept flapping their jaws and communicating in their annoying language.

" You’ve been supplied with inadequate weapons that won't leave any substantial damage upon me. You are still wasting my time. Your energies do not resonate as mine does… You and your goons are too weak to stand up to me, even now as I am just waking up. Those toys are too much for you, I command you to give them to me!" If the other guests in the Hotel weren’t awake yet, they were now.

He wasn’t going to try and negotiate with a group of hooligans, not kill them either. Physical dismemberment sounded pretty good though, cauterize whatever stump is left behind with a blast of energy and be done with it after dropping them off in a medical facility. “It’s getting angry! Pull the trigger Franky!" Just as the man began to holler at his comrade, En placed his right hand on the small handgun that was being held up against his head and squeezed. Just as En did that, the gunman pulled the trigger of the handgun. When the hammer snapped forward and the pin strikes the primer, the explosion that should have caused the bullet to propel forward caused the back of the gun to explode, as the barrel had been crushed under his grip. “You have… Three minutes to to give me the guns and leave. Do so now  and you will leave this room alive... Mostly.”