WAYLON COLE

WAYLON EVERETT COLE

GENERAL INFO

NAME: Waylon Cole
OTHER ALIASES: n/a
AGE: 26
BIRTH PLACE: odd, west virginia
CURRENT LOCATION: odd, west virginia
GROUP AFFILIATION(S): unaffiliated
FACE CLAIM: joe keery

POWERS & ABILITIES

Waylon can sweat a nitroglycerin type substance and blow it up at will. The more sweat he produces the more powerful the blast! The limits of his explosive power is untested but on more than one occasion Waylon has produced the power equivalent to several war heads. He can travel using explosive short boosts while in the air.

Drawback to using power: Waylon is prone to overheating and can suffer from severe dehydration. If Waylon is in a room full of gas and triggers an explosion he won't be hurt from his own blast but the effects caused by the gas and it's flames. The biggest weakness of his mutation is someone with the ability to stop Waylon from sweating (ice/frost/water/rain mutants).

Higher blasts and concussion from those blasts have resulted in Waylon being subject to concussions and he has broke several bones from kick back on stronger blasts. When he overheats Waylon can experience temporary blindness and loss of motor functions, it has been recorded on two occasions that Waylon has suffered from shell shock temporarily shaking uncontrollably, dead pan eyes, and disassociation from his surroundings.

BRIEF HISTORY

Waylon Everett Cole is the third child of Buford and Ellie Cole, he has two older brother's and a sister born a year after him each one with a mutant ability. They live and have always lived in a small poor secluded section of West Virginia known as Odd, just like their parents the children when their mutant genes triggered were sold to 'The Baron of the Coal Mines' aka Whilten Kilen or aka as few know Zigiler Hileman a Nazi war criminal who has escaped custody just a year before the end of World War two. The Baron Whilten had experimented on mutants during the war and hadn't changed much when he took over the small town in West Virginia, he made them into slaves and forced them to basically sell their souls to mine his coal.

Waylon was his greatest asset when his gene triggered, sure he had accidentally destroyed half of the south of town (even the poor general store) but the boy could end up doing more work than dynamite. They were digging miles and miles and miles in days when it took months if not years before, Waylon wasn't the only asset the Cole family (including the parents) had been treated 'fairly' better than most as all their mutant abilities were powerful if not on par with the mine job. While they were treated fairly the Cole family was worked just as hard if not harder than most mutants in the shafts it in fact killed his parents. Worked to death and where they had dropped they were left, Waylon's oldest brother was severely beaten when he tried to take them and bury them.

Waylon knew early on he was valuable to The Baron but he pushed his luck sometimes, he fought back, undermined the normies neo-nazi staff, and once or twice helped a child escape (it was twice, the third child he tried to help had been caught. Waylon never saw her again). For his entire life, all 26 years of it, has been in Odd and he has always been a tool. Never tasted freedom. He has lost hope that anyone would save him and he knows it happens right under the government's nose! but he feels they know and just see money. Indentured mutant servants....

Will he ever see freedom?

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE

Kaalim had called for the chiefs and their meeting place was on the very field of their last first blood. He stood with his Father at his side as the others gathered, Kaalim finding eye contact with each man who gathered. Dark eyes lingering the longest on Chief Mune and Chief Yoren, something his Father had said when they were gathered earlier had brought attention to Mune, where had the little warrior been?

The latter of his attention was told to bring his son but to leave his woman where she belonged, women didn't belong in the business of chiefs. With everyone gathered Kaalim would begin, "Winter is fast coming and I'm usually one for a celebration but I feel we need to quickly put the stain of Bellamy Rowanson behind us. Let us grow from his errors," he scanned the chiefs as he spoke, "I want to propose a different way to spend our winter season and the next few seasons, I ask you chiefs to think about calling for your tribes and relocate for the season to Bantu Siri. Bring your stocks, your wives, your children, and request on the way for some of our smaller tribes to do the same."

Rael was the first to speak up and his concern was worthy, "Would it be so wise to relocate so many to the furthest corner of Coheed?"

Mune kept to himself and Kaalim began to ponder Raels question, it was a good one. Perhaps locating them all was a bad idea, "Chief Rael perhaps it would be best for you to stay and rebuild within Kustaabo for the season, yes?" Kaalim felt Rael would make the best decisions for himself.

Kaalim didn't have the power to make them do anything and this decision was for them to make, he would respect any of their decisions. With Munes silence Kaalim felt the man knew best of what he needed to do, perhaps first gaining the respect of his tribe? Growing his tribe?

Kaalim knew where he was going so he pressed on anyways, "I want Lorendale. To take it we need a full force ready to meet those red haired devils in battle and we need the edge, we won't achieve that with what we have, my goal is the preservation of Coheed. To conquer we need able warriors and the power Chief Rael brought to us," he was giving his respect to the man who had came through on his word, "We need to put babies in bellies. We need to train our recent wave of first blooders. We need to bring unity and brotherhood to Coheed. I came into this position thinking we need change within our country but tradition is not the worship of ashes but the preservation of fire."

He had said this to Bryce, something that felt ages ago, and it had been on his mind since. They had lost themselves and were grasping at their war with Lorendale like trying to grab rice before it spills from a bag, they needn't a new bag for the rice because it was a strong bag still, no, they needed to just sit the bag back up.

"Whether you spend the next season or not with Bantu Siri, I ask you do your part for Coheed, train right and train hard, push our younger warriors, be also vigilant of the red devils," he hoped they understood that rebuilding was the first step to their growth, he himself was planning to meet with Zephyra and workout a truce and bring Cambria back into some grace. He would work on that during their break Kaalim moved on, "While the last meeting had left a sour taste in my mouth, I can't be the only one, I have found no way to rectify or give anyone closure of Bellamy Rowanson. No revenge. His actions stain our history and leave wounds upon us we won't heal from for some time but I can give everyone here full transparency.....I want Lorendale!"

Chief Rael, can you in three seasons time procure us with more items? Your contribution last time was noticed and in my opinion beneficial. I'm asking for that same energy and I will match it with just reward."

Kaalim would speak with Rael in time about the matter, he didn't know quite yet what the man wanted but everyone wanted something. Kaalim would be damned to not try and gift Rael for asking more from him after so much loss.

"Chief Yoren Arronson and Kiian Yorenson," this would be his last bit of business before dismissing them. Kaalim's tone had changed and he looked stern but fair as he turned to look at the father and son, "Bellamy was a infection and we can agree that it needed to be cured before it spread, the path in which he met his demise," dark eyes cast down at Kiian, "Be it at the hands of a boy or," he flashed a darker look at Yoren, "Or by a Chief was cowardly and dishonorable. We will never know the truth and that unfortunately is where I see shame in BOTH your actions," Kaalim squared up to the pair and took two steps toward them but kept a decent space as to not fall into the same trap Bellamy did, "You murdered a Chieftain in cold blood! While I mean to preserve life I also mean to cull weakness, Yoren Arronson if you can not raise your son to be a man of honor then how can I trust you to lead Zulu Carr?"

The tension could be felt now and while Kaalim sounded calm his discontent was looming in the world of justice, "Kiian Yorenson as punishment for your crime I sentence you to be my ward," finally Yoren found his voice and it was anger and disbelief, "No! I refuse to allow it," he barked pushing Kiian behind him, "I will challenge you here and now," Yoren growled.

Kaalim spit at Yoren and it hit the ground just at the chiefs feet, "I will show him a true warrior and a truer man. You are raising a back biting coward and if you are using him as a shield for your own selfishness than may the Gods have mercy on you.....I challenge you Yoren Arronson for Zulu Carr...."

Kaalim knew this would be a first, a Chieftain challenging a chief for their tribe, but he was giving this a fair chance. He was banking on the Gods to see this through.

"I accept...." Yoren spat in anger.

Kaalim granted Yoren time to collect his weapon of choice and Kaalim was granted the same time. While they were preparing word had been spread and everyone had gathered around. This seemed fair.

The two men standing across from each other were ready for to fight, this was a charged atmosphere, and the stakes...

"We do this right Yoren Arronson."

Someone would die here today. This was a slow death hymn.

They didn't waste any time sizing each other up the two men descended toward each other, Yoren was much quicker with his natural speed, but Kaalim was ready he remembered and the big man raised his large bo staff into the air bringing it down to crash into the ground which with his combined additional strength dirt and earth exploded into the air...

...the ground shook and split...

Yoren was thrown off by it and it tripped him up as he stumbled forward Kaalim was there with a grip on the mans spear ripping it from his grasp with his superhuman strength. Yoren connected with a solid haymaker that set Kaalim back a step but Yoren was already coming with another punch when Kaalim caught the fists the crunching crushing sound was loud. The Chieftain hadn't even really squeezed when he crushed Yorens hand. Yoren didn't make a sound he didn't get the chance to do anything but look like he was in agonizing pain before Kaalim abandoned his own staff to grab Yoren by the face jerking him off his feet slamming his entire body into the ground!

The impact was enough to leave a small dent, it was enough to have killed Yoren, but Kaalim who kept his hand on the mans head brought his other arm down on Yorens chest.

He stood up and Yoren did not. Kaalim was the victor here. Today he needed to set his tone as Chieftain and try to be the fairest, respected, perhaps not feared but not underestimated.

"Zulu Carr! You are now that of Bantu Siri! I hold no ill will against you brothers of Coheed and I open land for you to settle upon....come be examples to Coheed....to the old Gods."

A previous reflection came to mind so he turned to Rael, "For your service I offer the land of Zulu Carr to you as a new home for you and your peope." Kaalim turned to face his people, all of them, he grabbed his bo staff, "Bury your dead. Drink and celebrate. Tomorrow we grow."

The large man who had earned his title as Chieftain just increased the size of his own tribe and his own army. Zulu Carr was Bantu Siri now. He looked at the other chiefs before pounding a fist to his chest and bowing away from them, his peace was said and it was time to focus as his Father advised, on Bantu Siri.

THE WRITER

NAME: m'baku
TIME ZONE: est
AGE: 31
PRONOUNS: he/him