Name: Greg
Age: Barely a Month Old (And technically impossible for him to get much Older)
Height: Greg would be lucky to be five foot in his crouched pose that he adopts normally, yet when stretched out he would be closer to 7'
Build: Slender and lean yet deceivingly Heavy.
Power: Ten Tonne TrollGreg's Body is made from a rather Dense Substance, weighing over 30 times as much as Platinum. Although no formal attempt has yet to be made to properly check his mass, especially as most find 'How much do you weigh?' A rather taboo subject for conversation, it may never be truly known. Upon this, A great many benefits, first and foremost is that even with all this added weight, Greg can move at human speeds. This may not sound immensely interesting, the laws of physics disagree. Force is Mass X Acceleration, if one increases the Mass substantially, one increases the force substantially. As such he is night on impossible to knock over, and the very force of him walking is enough to send him through solid rock!
Immortal Half-LifeWhile most Trolls have the ability to ‘naturally’ live until the end of time, Greg has somehow managed to take it a step further. By no fault of his own, Greg has been made up of a substance that in itself is unstable in the open. This causes some major problems, but also great benefit. About once a month he must restore balance in his body, resting for a full day to replenish whatever magical substance is in his body, while expelling any by-products of his degeneration (A thick layer of Carbon and some rather unexpected precious gems) This will continue for almost three whole days after he has recharged, just as a snake would she it’s skin, however, his gives him the ability to Grow, Shrink, Change structure, and regenerate any damage that may have befallen him
Crystal ClearWhile Most Trolls have a heart of Diamond, Greg goes one better. The side effect of his continuously degenerating body is that he creates many By-Products during his transition. Most of these are useless and release themselves after getting to the surface of his body. However, at one point a large amount of carbon amasses in his body, this creates a layer of diamond that is almost always a sort of strong skin to him. Due to the other objects in his body it is heavily polluted and stains itself a deep grey, reverting itself back to the colour of concrete. Even with these impurities it is surprisingly strong and can withstand even the heaviest blows with little more then a scratch to his surface. Hammers will merely bounce off it, or, if hit with enough force, shatter.
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History: The grinding of bricks came to sudden and rather abrupt crescendo from an unheard beginning. Then flooded in the next wave, the cry of pain from those who had fallen, the screams of shock from those who have witnessed it. It was dark where I stood, covered in tonne upon tonne of brick, they are a friendly bunch, but not much for talking so I left them be in their pile. Later on I found out they were part of a building that had fallen down recently, unemployment hits everyone differently I suspect. Still, I waded through my new found friends, politely asking them to move before shovelling them away in large handfuls. They didn’t seem to mind too much. Once I had managed to get to the edge it was different, a huge fire in the sky seemed to illuminate everything, I’m told one isn’t to look at it, but sometimes I do anyway. Looking back I could see (Thanks to my new friend the ‘sun’) some lovely folk digging their way through my friends, some were crying though I wasn’t sure why. Just because they didn’t talk back was no need to get upset. One of them called out “Mother!” While holding one, I couldn’t see the family resemblance though. Then again, who am I to judge. That’s the first thing I remember, nice people, friendly town, strange families.
Race: Troll!
Religion: Hasn’t learnt of the God’s yet.
Friends: The Bricks!
Weapons: He isn’t hostile, and Doesn’t carry them
Greg
