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|Bio:||NAME: Mortimer Toynbee/ Toad|
CANON: X-men movieverse
DATE OF BIRTH: April 10th 1976
BIRTH PARENTS: Unknown
HEIGHT: 5'7" when standing upright, though it's rare for him to do so.
EYES: sickly yellow, with overly-large black pupils which have a small point at the bottom, like a speech bubble in a cartoon.
HAIR: forest green
SKIN: sickly yellow-green, uneven and patchy-looking, marred with warts.
BUILD: Stocky and deceptively muscly. He has overdeveloped thigh muscles, especially, though he lifts weights to try and balance out the upper half of his body.
Dress style: Post-apocalyptic/industrial. Baggy combat trousers, leaving plenty of room for his strongly-muscled legs, long-sleeved tshirts and bodywarmers, fingerless gloves. Anything that'll keep him warm and allow him freedom of movement. He buys cheap, clothes don't last too long due to the chemicals his skin emits. Always dresses in various shades of what could politely be called 'sludge'. Usually has welding goggles on his head, buried amongst spiked forest-green hair.
He smells like pond-water, brackish and thick. His skin tastes terrible - mildly toxic to humans, it doesn't taste that great even to Toad himself. All these things combined mean that Toad's not used to getting any attention paid to him. His spine is far more flexible than a human's; he can comfortably crouch for hours.
IDENTIFICATION MARKS: Other than being various unappealing shades of green?
OCCUPATION: Member of the Brotherhood of Mutants, though Magneto considers him entirely expendable.
WEAPONS OF CHOICE: Prehensile tongue 25ft long. Can be used as a whip or lasso, a rope or a cudgel. He produces at least 3 kinds of saliva; 'normal' non-mutant which he uses...well, the way one normally uses saliva. A sticky saliva which hardens instantly on impact, forming an impenetrable air-tight barrier on anything it sticks to; and a corrosive saliva which will dissolve anything it comes into contact with. He has phenomenal strength, particularly in his legs, and as well as being able to leap extremely high (vertically over 24 feet, horizontally over 32 feet), his kick has a huge amount of force behind it. His skin exudes a chemical that, when absorbed into the bloodstream, can bend a person to Toad's will.
Though he usually relies on his mutant powers in a fight, Toad has studied martial arts, mostly out of a love for kung-fu movies. He has a little skill with a bo staff, and practices regularly.
KNOWN ASSOCIATES: Magneto, Mystique, Sabertooth.
STRENGTHS: Super-strength, super-stamina, super-agility. Long prehensile tongue, paralysing/hardening saliva, mind-altering pheremones.
WEAKNESSES: Complete inability to pass as human for long. Even if he covers his warty skin, Toad finds it hard to stand straight. He's much more comfortable crouched. And, even better, off the ground. His comfort zone is perched on the wall, up in the corner near the ceiling.
PERSONALITY: Toad doesn't cope well in crowds. Due to years of cruel teasing, he's developed a very hard skin - he can come across as cocky, stand-offish, and confident. Despite this, he's desperate for attention and approval; he'd do anything for a kind word or the reward of someone's attention.
HISTORY: Toad isn't sure exactly how old he is. He was handed to an orphanage in York before he was old enough to talk, a note pinned to his jacket with just two words on it; "Mortimer Toynbee". There was no record of any Toynbees in the area, and wider searches were too expensive for the orphanage to try. He grew up isolated from the other children, teased and tortured by all of them. His first clear memory is being held down by older boys while they pulled his tongue out of his mouth, trying to see how far it would stretch.
Toad ran away from the orphanage age 15, hitching lifts in the back of lorries, walking when he couldn't do that. He made it to London, hiding in abandoned houses, making friends with fellow drifters. He did better in winter; as long as he stayed covered up, stayed in the shadows, people assumed the unhealthy tinge of his skin was down to dirt, to a trick of the light. The tongue, the eyes, were a little harder to hide, but he managed. Every so often someone would find out what he was, and he would move on.
He kept to this nomadic lifestyle until he decided to doss down for the night in the wrong abandoned warehouse. One that a certain group of freedom-fighting mutants (or terrorists, depending on one's outlook), were using as a temporary base. Seeing the potential in a mutant who could scale walls, overpower enemies from metres away, Magneto quickly recruited Toad. A few kind words, and Toad would have done anything for Magneto.
|Interests:||19: brotherhood, catching birds, climbing walls, drooling over mystique, green, jumping, licking things, magneto, moisture, mutant rights, mutant superiority, mutants, mystique, obeying magneto, smooshing policemen, smothering phoenix, sticking to things, warmth, xmen|
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