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BASIC INFORMATIONCANON OR ORIGINAL:
Henry Phillip McCoyCODENAME:
Hank, Furball, Hanky.CURRENT AGE:
34DATE OF BIRTH:
July 14th, 1975MARITAL STATUS:
StraightBASE OF OPERATIONS:
Xavier Institute for Gifted YoungstersTIME AT INSTITUTE:
14 years (since 1995). He was only semi-present at best, from 1999-2003 as he was working for the Brand Corporation.HOMETOWN:
Evanston, IllinoisKNOWN RELATIVES:
Edna and Norton McCoy (Mother and Father)PHYSICAL APPEARANCEHEIGHT:
5’11 standing straight up, normal posture brings him to 5’6BUILD:
He’s broad in the shoulders and his arms are long enough that his knuckles will skim the floor. EYES:
His body is covered in blue fur for the most part, but on his face and hands, the hair is a bit finer and shorter. His facial hair is the same as the fur as the rest of his body. His smile is punctuated with two sharp and extended canines. His fingernails are sharp like the claws of a large predator. His ears are pointed, much like the ears of a dog . It should be noted that his face, while definitely resembling an animal, isn’t threatening. He has a certain erudite look to him. CLOTHING STYLE:
Lab coats, slacks while working, and in his off-hours, to keep himself cool, he’ll stick to light t-shirts, like a cotton undershirt, because he can pretty easily overheat with all that fur. UNIFORM:
To not constrain his agility, Beast keeps to a small dark pair of shorts with an X-belt-buckle. POWERSGENERAL DESCRIPTION:
Described as “De-Evolutionary Regressive Mutation”, that is a misnomer. Evolution has no paths; there is nothing for Beast to regress. Random mutation has given him traits much more similar to ancient ancestors of modern H. Sapiens, but it was a mutation, a simple change, not a step forward or backwards. Indeed, the traits of McCoy’s mutation are much stronger than any of the ancestors of H. Sapiens. Beast has superhuman strength, able to bench press 10 tons and punch through brick with a single blow. He is quicker than the finest human athlete, able to run at 40 mph and possesses reflexes at a level above any human athlete. His agility and reflexes allow him to outperform any human athlete at gymnastics
Beast is more durable than any human as well, able to fall several stories without any broken bones. He can perform any physical task that a human would normally do with their hands with his prehensile feet. He is supremely coordinated, and can write four different things at the same time, using a pen in each hand and foot. His healing factor is enhanced, though not on the scale of Wolverine or Sabretooth. He can overcome a cold in a few hours, and a broken bone will only last a few days rather than the month it’d last a normal human. His senses are similarly enhanced; he is able to navigate in the dark like a cat, hear faint sounds, and track down people solely on scent.
He has claws and enlarged canines. Their sharpness, along with his strength, allow him to break flesh, wood, stone and even some metals. Finally, he possesses a rarely-utilized ability to project pheromones that cause women to be sexually attracted to him. He is too moral of a man to do it though.WEAKNESS:
While he’s essentially enhanced to superhuman physiology in every aspect, he’s still human. Bullets to the head and heart are killers to him just as much as anyone. He is sort of a jack-of-all-trades, master-of-none. He’s strong, but there are those much stronger, fast but there are those much faster. His senses are good, but other mutants are better.PERSONALITY
Henry Phillip McCoy is a smart man, that much can almost go without saying. He is an accomplished biochemist and a trained medical professional. But despite the near constant stream of technical terms that nearly constant stream forth from his mouth, it’s clear that the center of Beast doesn’t hide in his cerebral cortex but rather in his heart. He’s a man of compassion and charity. He is just likable.
Beast is a Renaissance man, skilled not only in the sciences, but in art, music, literature, philosophy, and sport. He’s knowledgable at biology, chemistry, mathematics, quantum physics, advanced technology, computer science, and even pop culture. He’s on a constant quest to improve himself, believing that self-improvement is the key to improving the rest of the world. Beast fully believes in what he does, and he’s willing to die for the belief. He’s a hero, willing to sacrifice himself to save others.
Despite his considerable skill and knowledge, Hank is modest and naturally introverted. He covers this well, and he recognizes that introversion as a flaw and works to correct this. His modesty makes most people like him, because if it wasn’t for it, he’d be an unbearable fathead. His intelligence and quickness has made a razor wit, though he makes sure that it is only used on those who deserve it.
Still, lurking underneath the Cookie Monster appearance lies a true beast. Violent and non-discriminate. It is the mind of a predator. This aspect only flashes rarely. The beast only bites when it gets poked, repeatedly.HISTORY
Henry McCoy’s father, Norton worked at the Zion Nuclear Power station. Norton’s exposure to radiation mutated his genes, and these genes were passed down to the McCoys’ bouncing baby boy, Henry. Hank, as he was known, had noticeably longer arms and legs along with enlarged feet and hands. Still, the McCoys were loving parents to their only son. Some schoolchildren didn’t always respect him, calling him names for his unusual appearance. That seems to be par for course for most students, especially ones as intelligent as Hank.
However, his days as an unpopular geek didn’t last long after puberty hit him, and his mutation began to bloom. Since this happened to coincide with high school, his enhanced agility, speed and strength helped him dominate on the field, and his intelligence and his gregariousness helped him dominate off of it. His obvious skill, both in science and in football, got him a scholarship to Northwestern University. He was there until his own studies confirmed what he had suspected, that he was a mutant.
The school rescinded the scholarship, and Hank had to drop out. He nearly went into a life of crime, under a Chicago-area Spaniard known as the Conquistador. Fortunately, he was contacted by Professor Charles Xavier, who gave him the offer of coming to his own school in New York. He decided to make the best of a bad situation and go to Xavier’s school. It was a small school, to say the least, but Hank made lots of friends. There was the taciturn Slim Summers, the rich Warren Worthington, the joker Jon Harper, and the girls, Jean and Mina.
But all good things must come to an end, and after Hank graduated, he went to work with the Brand Corporation, working as a researcher. During his time there, he completed a serum that he hoped would be able to temporarily short-circuit mutant’s abilities, in cases like criminal mutants, or when the mutation causes difficulty for everyday life for the mutant. However, since he couldn’t exactly put an newspaper ad to find mutant test subjects, he had to test on the nearest mutant around: himself.
The serum did not work exactly to plan, rather than suppressing his powers temporarily, it boosted his mutation permanently. From his relatively normal appearance sprouted a much more bestial visage. Unable to continue working at the Brand Corporation, Beast returned to the X-mansion, and continued his research there, along with teaching both secondary-level and undergraduate level classes, and acting as the school’s doctor and all-around technical advisor.
Hank was one of the X-men to rebel against the unfortunate Shadow X incident, and his technical skill aided inordinately as he designed a device to block ShadowX’s telepathic commands for the final showdown. He recently has returned from the Savage Land, where he helped rescue the younger Summers brother and his girlfriend.DURING APOCALYPSE:
Hank was telepathically induced by the Shadow King into the service of Apocalypse. He was put into suspended animation and used as a organic computer by Sinister. He was also cloned by Sinister, and that clone had the brilliance of Dr. McCoy without the ethics of Dr. McCoy. This clone helped transform Alex Summers into War and Amelia Voght into Pestilence. His fellow indentured servant, Madison Jeffries eventually broke free and took the nearly comatose body of Hank McCoy with him while Apocalypse was busy monitoring the Horsemen. SAMPLE RP POST:
There are some very simple pleasure that Beast sometimes enjoyed. A nice wine with dinner, maybe some garlic in his mashed potatoes, buying a new printing of In Search of Lost Time. Hank McCoy didn’t know, but had several theories about, why physically possessing a book was so much more pleasurable than, say, having the book in electronic format. He knew on some level that book printing, and the tree farming that went along with it were actually quite detrimental to the environment. He hadn’t run the numbers to see if an e-book reader was better, but it seemed to be a good area to study if he ever had a slow afternoon.
This didn't count as a slow afternoon, this was more than that. This was only partially about Cornell University Press publishing a new copy of Hank's favorite novel of the 20th century, with a new forward by Nora Ewin-Gallagher, and a new translation that she claimed was a radical resolution of the Albertine Disparue dispute. Henry didn't know quite how that was possible, but if anyone was going to be able to pull together what seemed to be a binary situation, either that section was supposed to be there or it wasn't, and find a happy middle ground, Nora Ewin-Gallagher was that person. He had corresponded with the Proust scholar for about 6 months a few years ago, and she struck him as a very intelligent woman with whom he disagreed vehemently.
Regardless of Ewin-Gallagher's tendency to overstate the importance of the transposition of sexes theory, this was also a social experiment. Now, Beast could easily walk around in the few square blocks of Mutant Town without fearing for an assault on his life. But what about other parts of New York? Staten Island was probably a Verrazano-Narrows too far, and he never had any good luck in Brooklyn. Greenwich Village seemed like a good place to start. After all, it was the cradle of the gay rights movement. If there was any place that was socially liberal enough to accept a big furry mutant walking around, Greenwich Village was that place.
It was going to be such a pleasant day. He was going to prove to Wolverine that not all humans hated mutants like the common rednecks that Wolverine often commiserated with. (Oh, dear, ending a sentence with a proposition. What would Chaucer think?) He was going to get yet another copy of Proust. (Was Hank starting to fetishize the book? Perhaps it was time to move onto David Foster Wallace, or he could try learning cricket again. Then again, compared to quantum physics, cricket seemed so arbitrary.)
The Villagers weren't so rude to form a lynch mob, or call him mutie or freak or an other assortment of names that the massses had amassed to harrass their genetic brothers. No, their conscious was much too developed to do that. They simply stared at any direction besides the furry blue man. Even the nose-ringed punk rockers, whose every action screamed "look at me", refused to meet Hank's gaze. He never even got to the bookstore.
"Oh my stars and garters," Hank mused to himself, "I owe Logan a beer."