Geiger Skunk
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
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| Geiger Skunk | |
| Player: @Geiger Skunk | |
| Origin: | Mutation |
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| Archetype: | Defender |
| Security Level: | 34 |
| Personal Data | |
| Real Name: | Philip Melaas |
| Known Aliases: | n/a |
| Species: | Human |
| Age: | 19 |
| Height: | 6'6" |
| Weight: | 216 lbs. |
| Eye Color: | Grey |
| Hair Color: | Black/White Top |
| Biographical Data | |
| Nationality: | American |
| Occupation: | Vigilante/College Student |
| Place of Birth: | Escondido, CA |
| Base of Operations: | Steel Canyon, Paragon City, RI |
| Marital Status: | Single |
| Known Relatives: | Father, Richard Melaas; Mother, Sharon Cooks |
| Known Powers | |
| Bodily Radiation Manipulation, Olfactory Sense Manipulation, Remote Atomic and Sub-Atomic Re-Sequencing, Concentrated Radioactive Assault | |
| Known Abilities | |
| Flight, Super Speed, Heightened Sense of Smell | |
| Equipment | |
| n/a | |
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Geiger Skunk is an elusive vigilante feared by Paragon City's criminals and hated by many of its superheroes. He has no real affiliations other than with the Super Group known as the Galacto-Rangers.
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Appearance
Out of costume, Geiger Skunk's appearance isn't terribly freakish, making it easier for him blend in with the crowds of Paragon City and avoid detection of his identity. Tall, lanky, and long-legged, Skunk isn't terribly physically attractive or statuesque, but he isn't a circus freak either. His curvy hips, however, give his body a slightly girlish shape. Though he's often made fun of for his effeminate figure when out of costume, this has also made it yet more difficult to discover his identity in costume as many who haven't heard his voice are unable to tell if Geiger Skunk is simply a girly male or a flat-chested female. His only truly unusual trait is his hair, which is black on the sides and back and, curiously, an unhealthy white on top. In a city full of pink-and-purple-haired witches and bright-green-haired pyromaniacs, this hardly worries Geiger Skunk.
Costume
Geiger Skunk's costume is very simple due to his low-budget nature. The outer portion of it simply skin-tight black spandex (bought from an adult-oriented store of questionable repute) with a broad stripe of white spandex making up the inner portion of the costume. His plain black spandex mask is scalp-less, exposing his hair, with black mesh over the eyes surrounded by white spandex trim. The lower half of his mask is obscured by a very long red scarf, the ends of hang down behind his back.
Origin
Short Version
Sprayed by a radioactive skunk. Yes, I know.
Long Version
Three Years Ago...
Three years ago, a small, frightened mammal belonging of the classification Mephitis mephitis, better known as the striped skunk species, was entangled in a field on a small island near Washington, its leg caught in a carelessly discarded net. Three years ago, a young man happened upon this creature and, bearing much compassion for it, released its leg from the knotted mass. Three years ago, a confused and terror-stricken skunk, knowing neither friend nor foe of its rescuer, sprayed its burning concoction onto the young man who released it. The young man's name was Philip Melaas. He was a sixteen-year-old high school student with aspirations of becoming a film director or musician. The skunk's name was PN-04-3507. It was a three-year-old radio-genetic experiment with aspirations of freedom from a sterile, white, lifeless laboratory.
After The Spray
Blinded and in immeasurable amounts of pain, Philip clawed his way across the field on his hands and knees, choking on the air around him. When he finally felt the familiar knob of is front door, he had only enough strength left to drag himself onto his bed and slip out of consciousness. His father on a business trip for a month and his mother vacationing in Oregon, Philip was left to his suffering. The smell of skunk musk dissipated from the house after only two days, but the excruciating pain tearing at his every nerve lasted for two weeks afterwards, punctuated only by brief panic attacks and vomiting. After those two weeks, Philip woke to find that the pain and nausea had stopped with surely unnatural suddenness. He was not entirely convinced of his ailment being a nightmare, though he hoped it were so. These thoughts were quickly laid to rest as Philip looked into a mirror, his eyes greeted only by proof of the nightmare's validity. His eyes weren't glowing, nor was his skin green or his rather modest musculature any way enhanced. All that resulted from his sickness was a permanent alteration to the tone of the hair on the top of his head, absent of pigmentation. White.
Redolence
He wasn't dead. He didn't have a new head growing out of his neck. This was good enough for him. Life went on fairly normally after the skunk incident, although his parents, upon their return, found his new hairstyle in questionable taste. Even after two weeks of poor health, Philip held no grudges against the skunk who sprayed him. In the weeks that followed, Philip noticed his sense of smell becoming rather acute. This wasn't much of a bother to him until, after another week, he could distinctly smell the town bakery a mile away. Unusual and initially alarming as it was, he kept this strange ability secret. Slightly harder to keep secret was the ability he had discovered in the months after that; the ability to cause others to perceive any scent he could imagine, so long as he could capture the fragrance's every nuance in his imagination, essentially "smelling" with his mind. With intense practice, he was able to influence the sensation of aroma on specific targets, even simulate direction. Ever mischievous, Philip would often practice his powers on passersby, silently delighting in their reactions as they smelt bakery-fresh cinnamon rolls where there were none or became suddenly aware of the odor of rotting flesh creeping up behind them. With such an amazing gift, Philip couldn't have stayed discreet forever and thus, as his mostly harmless pranks escalated in scale, attracted the attention of one Michael Gambino, who approached Philip with an offer he couldn't refuse.
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