Incredibull

Player: @First Player

NAME: Mason Rourke
KNOWN ALIASES: Incredibull
AGE: 30
PLACE OF BIRTH: Fort Worth, TX
POWERS:

• Enhanced strength, speed, stamina, and durability
• Superhuman momentum

Texas born and bred, Mason Rourke grew up on a steady diet of hard work and blistering heat. By fifteen he stood six-foot-six and carried himself like a kid who’d accidentally borrowed the physique of a local legend. His parents ran a ranch, and once he was old enough he took to wrangling like he’d been built for it. The day everything changed came during a late-summer storm, when the herd panicked at a crack of lightning. Thundering hooves, dust in the air, danger piling toward the ranchers fast. Mason didn’t hesitate. He shoved the others clear, took the brunt of the stampede himself… and then, impossibly, stood right back up. Not bruised. Not winded. Just irritated.

When the dust settled, he sprinted after the fleeing cattle with a speed no ranch hand should have, caught up to the herd, and drove them home alone. That was only the beginning. Over the next few years, his mutation carved him into something beyond human—bones thick as stone, muscle layered like armor plating, tendons with the flex and strength of braided steel. His skin toughened into something knives simply couldn’t reason with. He learned to control his newfound durability the same way he learned to rope cattle: through repetition, stubbornness, and a refusal to be scared of his own biology.

Then the drought years hit, money dried up, and the Rourke family teetered on the edge of losing everything. Mason turned to bare-knuckle boxing to keep the lights on, and his winnings stacked up fast. One night, after a fight, a sore loser pulled a knife on the promoter. Mason stepped in and handled the situation with effortless, almost casual precision. The promoter paid him double for the save.

Mason stepped between the blade and the promoter without hesitation. The attacker’s weapon dug into Mason’s skin, but since it was basically as thick as three layers of leather, Mason didn't flinch and dropped the man with a single punch. The promoter stared at him in stunned gratitude, then shoved twice the agreed amount of cash into his hands. That was when the idea sparked—small, practical, and perfectly him. The idea of being a superhero never appealed to Mason. But being a superhero who gets paid? Now that, he could wrap his head around. He began shaping the persona that would become Incredibull—a protector-for-hire with a hide tougher than leather, a heart stubborn as bedrock, and the unstoppable momentum of a charging bull.

💪Enhanced Physiology
Mason’s mutation built him like a living train. His strength isn’t just about lifting absurd amounts of weight—it comes from a body engineered for brute-force output. Bones compressed and reinforced to bear catastrophic loads, muscles layered thick like overlapping armor plates, and tendons tightened into high-tension cables. He can tear through steel doors, uproot fence posts embedded for decades, and wrestle machinery into submission. That same construction makes him remarkably hard to injure; bullets bruise, blades get stuck, and impacts that would pulp an ordinary person barely register beyond a dull thud. His stamina follows the same pattern. Mason can work, fight, or push his body at full tilt far longer than human physiology should allow, his muscles seemingly incapable of reaching true exhaustion.

🐃Unstoppable Momentum
Speed was the surprise gift in his genetic grab-bag. Mason doesn’t look built for sprinting, yet once he starts moving, everything in his body cooperates with uncanny efficiency. His legs drive with piston-like power, his reinforced joints handle the shock without slowing him, and his dense frame becomes a kinetic battering ram. He accelerates fast—far faster than someone his size has any business doing—and once he hits stride, he’s nearly impossible to stop. Cars brake and skid. Walls buckle. Even superpowered opponents find themselves hammered by the raw momentum he generates. The more distance he covers, the harder he hits, transforming that bull-branded silhouette into a charging force of nature that can plow through obstacles like they’re tall grass.