Sigma Black: B I L I O U S

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▶Name: Greyson_Brewer_
▶Class: INT_ / TEC_
- A Jack Of All Trades Espeonage Worker With A Mechanic's Touch

▶Serial: Class_CELL_Number_  ((REMEMBER TO REQUEST ONE!!))

▶Ability: BILIOUS_
- Pronounced bil-yes

▶Age: 30_
▶Sex: Male_

▶Weight: 180lbs_
▶Height: 5'10"_

▶D.O.B.: 05/05/1986_

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▶ S T A T S _ 

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▶  [[STR]] : [[ 6 ]]
▶  [[DEX]] : [[ 6 ]]
▶  [[INT]] : [[ 6 ]]
▶  [[WILL]] : [[ 6 ]]

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▶  P E R S O N A L I T Y_

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Grey has never quite grown out of his punk rebellious phase. He's a wild child and is determined to remain so, believing that being true to who you are outweighs the social stigma of the world around you. His own personal moral code wins over what most people say and he hates the idea of choice being taken away. It's different during a job of course.

A rough childhood and unlucky streak has left him with a slightly spiteful nature to those he feels have wronged him which in turn can make him slightly short tempered. He jokes often about himself and his flaws and it torn between rejecting parts of himself or accepting them. He's a lot more tolerant of others that they are of him and he enjoys antagonizing others purely for the reaction or attention. 

He's coarse. Fighting the need to fight people from getting too close and at the same time wanting more. It can be easy or hard depending what goes down, but Grey can be an incredibly loyal and trustworthy friend to have. Cracking him open means pouring out what inside and he truly does give his all to people he feels deserve it. He can never see himself as a hero but those who are deserve that chance more. Though he can be frank about others and their flaws, it's harder getting him to do the same himself. 

When he's not being a handful he mellows down significantly. He feels the need to be errant and wander to places away from people or with a few considered close friends. Enjoying soft lighting and the smell of salt in the air. He loves the quiet from time to time just as much as he does the loudness and wild life he lived for so long. 

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▶  B I O _ 

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Growing up wasn't easy for Greyson. Being middle class to nearly poor back and forth wasn't the hard part. Neither was a string of possible step-dads or no father figure at all. It wasn't the hot California desert he lived in or the small town with smaller insignificant people.

It was aliens.

Always aliens since the day he was born it's all he heard his mother spout on about. He was a miracle she had said. He was a gift from the sky. The stars. The little green or grey men. That was a load and that idea didn't last long either. Greyson grew up with his mother raving mad about aliens taking her into the sky in her first trimester of pregnancy with him. Born with ability to cause illness through touch and drilled with the words to not let anyone treat him like dirt. He was not from the dirt. He was from the skies she had said.

When did she stop seeing him as her star? He was never a star, he thinks. He was a virus. Something she was just stuck with.  

From a young age, Greyson acted out in his anger. From bullying peers to men who thought they had any control what so ever on him, he made sure to get back at them. It didn't matter how dissapointed his mother was in him for using his ability so spitefully. So intent on keeping up with the slow torture doing something as simple and disgusting as spitting in a drink. Coughing just a little too close. Little things. They deserved it and they didn't deserve her attention when so much of it dwindled away from him. She had raved on so much about those events way back when, that it followed him everywhere in this stupid small town. He either doesn't have a dad because he's a green man, or because he left his crazy mother to care for a bastard child.

Greyson grows up angry but starved well into his teens, where he finds some form of family and grounding with more misfits like him. He spent more days in school and at the homes of others than he did his own place. Spending his days partying late nights in warehouse rock outs or beach bonfires. Doing whatever, whenever, whoever. He wonders if she cares. He leaves her alone and they stop talking. She remarries and he continues to disrespect whoever this man was thinking he could any part of Greyson in any sort of place. He has no place but the one he decides to go.

By 18 Greyson goes to trade school and spends two years learning mechanics. Fixing cars and other machinery. He falls in love and learns the hard way that love should be off the table. For a moment and the false hope of an experimental drug, he thought it could be alright. They were both wrong. He gets people horribly sick and decides from then on to focus more on school than friends or anything else. It's hard to balance the motivation of studies to get the hell out of this place with the aching need to drown out his feeling with anything that gives him a buzz.

20 was the year he signs for Navy training and in that time, they pay for more schooling by the time he's 22. More distractions. Drowning himself in books and the smell of copper. More things to fix which he's good at and enjoys. Tinkering with computers turns to tinkering with bigger toys. Aircrafts. Three years of that and he's back with the Navy out at sea which he loves more than he thought he would. It's here things start feeling like a turn around and it's here he finds he has more of a 'family' despite his rebel nature. He can work with a unit keeping the ship running. Traveling to places after 6 months at sea and spending a few on land. It doesn't last. It never does and his sickness follows him out to sea. No one can trace it but the strangers that come to base a few years later. 

He'd left a trail of odd sickness since he was a boy. Spiking it in a small desert town, to a college campus, now here. He was dangerous. Perhaps not a threat, but the potential was there. Aside from his ability which they knew of, Sigma had use for a mechanic. He's honorablly discharged and signs on. He was smart, good at learning things that interested him and takes up into a spy training program they had at 27. Three years into it lead him to being a JACK OF ALL TRADES in the feild made him not the best, just good enough. Enough to help or be useful. With that he hopes maybe Sigma can help cook something up to compromise with his ability.  

At 30 he's a more official Sigma and stationed at the current base.

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▶  A B I L I T Y : B I L I O U S ▪ 

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• The ability to induce sickness in others
• Roll a Will+Str to infect victim VS victim to resist infection

Positive Aspects:

• Semi-Immunity to illnesses and toxins/poisons & drugs etc.
• Can eat decayed/rotted foods
• Vomit at will as a form of attack 
• Can contaminate foods and liquids only via fluids [spit]
• Can not cross contaminate [animals are safe!!]

Negative Aspects:

• Goes through the motions of being sick when illnesses evolve
• Can't touch most people 
• Sensitive to light and extreme cases of heat and cold
• Slightly more contagious during allergy/flu season
• Has no affect on those who are not completely human, immune to illness/negate powers

Bilious is defined as being affected by or associated with nausea or vomiting. Which is exactly what it is. Through TOUCH or contact with BODILY FLUIDS, Bilious causes it's victims to feel the effects of being sick with something small like dizziness or equivelent to the cold or a stomach virus. Prolonged touching can make the illness last longer or increase it's effects on the person. He's not afraid to use that to his advantage. However people can get sick different, and those with powers to counter his own can avoid the affects altogether. 

He can only make people sick with what he himself has. [cold, flu, etc.] While he can 'collect' others he prefers not to. Because the cold is never the same illness when you get it, Bilious does get sick but differently. It's just his ability forcing his body to change and rework the virus each time which makes him 'sick'. He's sensitive to extreme [really extreme] heat and cold and can make him slower to react. Bright lighting is also a weak point of his and he prefers low light. 

A trick he can do is vomit at will as an almost projectile like weapon. He can only do this once and only if he has eaten something. It leaves him pretty drained and burns his throat. It's not a move he's fond of using but he does use it.

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▶   R I V A L_ 

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• Rival: RIVAL NAME || Sheet link
• Second Rival: NAME || Sheet link

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▶   Hobbies: 

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• Collects sea shells
• Viynal records 
• Rings and Sunglasses
• Long Slow Drives & Watching Beach Sunsets 
• Tinkering with machinery 
• Dating

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▶  E X T R A S _

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• Wears round sunglass almost constantly
• Hates flashing cameras
• Has several tattoos
• Let his hair grow out after leaving the Navy and got it cut like that
• Owns a Brown Oriental Cat 
• Calls his mother occasionally every few months
• Still keeps study books around 
• Lowkey desperate for intimacy
• His ex was an anime weeb and it's rubbed off on him
• Pintrest Board
• Theme Song :0
• Aw Snap A Whole PLAYLIST