Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25588272-20151013181256/@comment-25826165-20151018221930

Name: Yurocon (You're-oh-con), occasionally shortened to Yuro. (Real Name: Edward P. Clutch.)

Looks: Yuro's suit is specifically fitted to focus on his power and learned ability. The shoes of the costume were created to stabilize him while recovering from a fall or a landing, leading him to continue easier. The same was added for the gloves, which can slide on surfaces much easier so he can stand quicker. This, however, makes holding on to buildings or climbing more difficult. The suit's shoes and gloves are both black with a grey bottom/palm. Yurocon normally utilizes his elbows when fighting, which is why three red (#D44535) spikes are attached there. He also has a green (#038E77) bust length cloak with a red (#D44535) and peach/yellow (#FDEDB0) line pattern. Beneath this is a visible, cream colored, tight shirt with brown suspenders. Under his shin guards (colored like his shoes) is a lowly saturated, light brown pair of pants. He also has a red (#D44535) tribal tattoo permanently on his back. As for his face/head, he wears a mask over his eyes (colored like his cloak) with shadowed eyes. This exposes his white tipped, forest brown hair. Behind the mask is a standard man known for his strange decision to dye a part of his hair. He has yellowish/orange eyes which he frequently hides with a pair of fake glasses. Edward's cubicle job leads him to wear a wrinkly white, collared shirt with a crumpled black tie and dark blue jeans and brown shoes. His alter ego suit was designed by his father and a few of his colleagues.

Gender: Male

Age: Thirty-six.

Powers: Ability to jump extremely high.

Villian or Superhero?: Anti-hero.

Weaknesses: Landing or falling can cause serious damage on Yurocon's body, especially his legs. He can easily be caught off guard or distracted, and has a weak offense on fast opponents. Hesitation and morals play a part in him, making him decide things much slower.

Crush: None.

Backstory: Edward P. Clutch was born on July 27th, [insert year]. His mother left the family after his birth because of Carter Clutch, Edward's father, who had accidentally impregnated her. Edward grew up as an only child with just his dad, both living in a small condo. He would normally spend his days at Carter's workplace (he worked in robotic engineering) and was educated by Crystal (the secretary) when she wasn't handling any phone calls or doing a task, which was often. It was the afternoon of October 29th that changed Edward's life forever. At the time he was twelve, and while most kids were preparing for Halloween, he was practicing free running, otherwise known as parkour. He became fascination in the form of discipline from a few of his father's co-workers chatting on break about how cool it would be if there was a humanoid robot with superb enough movement that it could perform such feats as free running. But while he was practicing in a public skate park at around 2:51 PM, a shady man approached him and explained how he had been observing Edward train, and was amazed by his skill. The flattering tricked him. The man offered him a tiny bottle, explaining that it would improve him in every way. Eager, he took it and watched the man leave. After a few minutes of reading the whole, professional looking label, he gulped the whole thing down. It tasted like stale medication and oil, but he fought through the awful taste. It was then that he blacked out.

Edward awoke at the hospital and was informed by a physician that he was found unconscious by a couple, who had called 911. He had been in the ER for two days. The doctor went on to explain that his lower body was remarkably advanced, stating that he could be capable of inhuman jumping. After a week of recovery and examinations, he was ready to see if the tests were correct. The statistics were proven right when he dazzled a crowd of hospital workers and people as he performed an abnormally high leap onto a balcony from one of the doctor's apartments. More of these were tried out, but he sprained his ankle when a falling exam was initiated.

A few years passed, and he was still practicing free running and improving his leaps. One day, he was watching television when a horrific report of a shooting- which had landed a child dead- came on. In shock, Edward angrily swore to never let violence cause anymore terror, even though that would be nearly impossible. He explained to his father that he wanted to be just like the heroes he'd sometimes see on TV. Carter, who had always fancied graphic novels as a kid, was elated to hear this. He was full on with the idea, and even made it his side job to support and bring this idea to life. When he was seventeen, Edward's suit was complete. It was now his time to fight.

(Sorry for the backstory's bad quality and lack of sense. I was coming up with it on the spot. Soooorrryyyy.)