Post by Trent "Hyas" Cassidy on Mar 7, 2021 13:45:25 GMT -8
Basic Information
Name: Trent Cassidy
Nickname(s): "Hyas the Megaton Man"
Age: 25
Height: 6' 6" (~1.98 m.)
Weight: 242 lbs. (~110 kg.)
Blood Type: B
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Eye Color: Blue
Hair: Blond
Pass Time Information
Hobbies: Confectioner, collecting garden gnomes, rating penguins, kitbashing power armour, finding rare ores, playing old strategy games
Talents: Punching, grappling, punching, inventing, grappling, forgetting things
Favorite things: Guns, hamburgers, hot dogs, tater tots, antiques, needlessly complex moving parts, theme songs, wrestling
Miscellaneous: Has figured out the optimal amount of force to instantly cook a turkey, just hasn't tried it yet.
Mental Information
Personality: Simple, blunt, aggressively kind
Mentality: Be excellent to one another; because if you don't, then who will?
Ideal: If there's a theme song there's a way
Belief: Anyone can become a wrestler
Physical Information
Build: Mesomorphic
Defining Marks: Red "wrester" paint (both facial and chest), red headband
Description:
History Information
History: Trent Cassidy, from a young age, has been taught that it’s the little things that count the most. From such a young age, his life was uneventful on a grand scale. But one thing was for sure: Trent loved wrestling. It was far from commanding his life, but nonetheless equivalent to the greater sum of his days. But, when Trent wasn’t dabbling with the competitive sport, he had a bad habit of breaking things. That said, it was once brutish deconstruction, then soon reverse engineering. Nonetheless it didn’t take well with his sole remaining parent. Lectures were frequent.
Inevitably, from clocks, to speakers, to power tools, and to kitchen appliances, it wasn’t long before the teenage Trent to attempt his greatest feat yet. In what likely amounted to sheer stupidity, one fateful day concluded with a physically twisted friend and a briefly disassembled SUV. That SUV was actually reassembled into a miniature mech suit. It was at the suggestion of one of his non-pretzel’d friends. The very idea changed his perspective of ideas forever. But the time wasn’t then to capitalize on that, because, of course, Trent was promptly ejected from his home after undoing his parent’s only vehicle.
They had enough of Trent’s behavior, despite their attempts at redirecting him. They shooed him from house and home. In truth, the now homeless Trent was sure that he could’ve been able to reverse the vehicle’s state, but there was no room to argue. By his penultimate teenage years, Trent was both homeless and clueless. However, the next “big thing” was soon to hit him.
Only briefly let out on the streets, Trent swiftly took to the role of an urchin. Still growing at an exceptional rate, his height made it difficult to keep out of sight for long. It was a little over a week before Trent stumbled across two very unique individuals: Mr. Atlas Steele, and Sandbags. “Sandbags” is an “endearing” nickname, of course, but the aforementioned Atlas was quite different indeed. Then again, said briefly, Trent’s memories of that day are blurry and aching at the jaw at best. He was told that Sandbags rang him out real quick.
Be it fate or coincidence, Trent and Atlas would remain in touch over ten years. As a student accompanying the master, Trent’s ideas and talents soon began to bear fruit. Disassembly and reverse engineering warped into invention, and tinkering. On top of that, a meager fascination with wrestling transformed into a pseudo-professional experience and firm, foundational knowledge of the combat sport. The three of them even lived on a spiffy ol’ farm these days. The idea above and beyond that modified SUV was closer than ever, he just needed a whole load of metals.
Although, what was this whole “Qi” business, anyway?