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== ''Bubble Boy of Las Vegas'' == | == ''Bubble Boy of Las Vegas'' == | ||
In the Winter of 1995, Thomas Emery is checked into the Summerlin Hospital Medical Center complaining of a skin condition and an inability to breathe. He is largely believed to be experiencing an acute instance of Anaphylactic Shock. He would surpass any traditional duration expectations after 3 weeks of the reaction without passing away. This, coupled with a rare wheal condition covering the whole of his body, quickly brought Thomas Emery into the eye of every major medical researcher in the Southwest united States. Tabloids were the first among them to break the dirty news, treating Thomas largely as a Bigfoot-esque character in a series of freak shock articles that would draw comparisons to living zombies. Then the local news outlets, interviewing the Emery family, the parents and little Amelia, all hoping for the tears that sell nightime news television. Then, the national publications who managed to remove all personhood from the boy gasping for breath in his hospital bed, grasping for life, unable to die, but unable to live. He was a number now, an oddity, whose existence sparked curiosity more than it wished his life, he was a new-age Phinneas Gage for the youth of the Southwest. | |||
Eventually, in a strike of sympathy, the Emery parents were visited by a man in an all black suit save for white lapels, who carried a briefcase, a ring on his middle finger, and an 'Viva Las Vegas' button promptly on that white lapel that depicted the Stratosphere hotel and Casino. He talked faster than they ever thought possible of a human being, but the crux on long winded small talk was that a very concentrated amount of money that sat in piles around a board room and called themselves Lead Investors, represented a collective of likeminded medical professionals that were responsible for keeping the next breed of people alive. The Catalyst Group of Las Vegas, Nevada were offering to give Thomas back the breath in his lungs. For the simple chance to study and codify him. To Pin his wings and press him in a heavy spined book, in the hopes that one day they might look back on the specimen they made so long ago in the Mojave. So a southern boy, brought to the city of sin, is instead brought to a white frosted Opera room. He trades a Nevada sunrise for the white fluorescents of an underground facility. He trades children for nurses, and later he'll call some of them when he's drunk on the holidays, an increasingly hard thing to do for Thomas Emery, and he will ask if they too remember missing the sunshine in that place. The nurses all give the same answer, a calm, controlled, rehearsed, 'I'm glad you called, Thomas.' | |||
== ''The 2008 Lodge Trials'' == | == ''The 2008 Lodge Trials'' == | ||
[[Category: Character]] [[Category:Hero]] | [[Category: Character]] [[Category:Hero]] |
Revision as of 15:56, 14 April 2023
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"Someone's got to keep this thing locked up." | |
Lodge | |
Player: Cmiller#1001(Discord) | |
Origin: | Mutant |
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Archetype: | Brute |
Security Level: | 50 |
Server: | Confidential |
Personal Data | |
Real Name: | Thomas Lodge (FKA Thomas Emery) |
Known Aliases: | None |
Species: | Human |
Age: | 36 |
Height: | 6'5'' |
Weight: | 240 pounds |
Eye Color: | Blue |
Hair Color: | Black |
Biographical Data | |
Nationality: | American |
Occupation: | Cape and Clinical Trial Subject |
Place of Birth: | Las Vegas, Nevada |
Base of Operations: | Las Vegas, Nevada |
Marital Status: | Single |
Known Relatives: | Amelia Emery, Sister. |
Known Powers | |
Immune to Disease, Exceptional Physical Fortitude, Dramatically Enhanced Physicality, Strength, and Constitution, Malleable Form as a result of The Visitor | |
Known Abilities | |
Confidential | |
Equipment | |
LODGE suit Mark IV: Containment Suit | |
No additional information available. |
Bubble Boy of Las Vegas
In the Winter of 1995, Thomas Emery is checked into the Summerlin Hospital Medical Center complaining of a skin condition and an inability to breathe. He is largely believed to be experiencing an acute instance of Anaphylactic Shock. He would surpass any traditional duration expectations after 3 weeks of the reaction without passing away. This, coupled with a rare wheal condition covering the whole of his body, quickly brought Thomas Emery into the eye of every major medical researcher in the Southwest united States. Tabloids were the first among them to break the dirty news, treating Thomas largely as a Bigfoot-esque character in a series of freak shock articles that would draw comparisons to living zombies. Then the local news outlets, interviewing the Emery family, the parents and little Amelia, all hoping for the tears that sell nightime news television. Then, the national publications who managed to remove all personhood from the boy gasping for breath in his hospital bed, grasping for life, unable to die, but unable to live. He was a number now, an oddity, whose existence sparked curiosity more than it wished his life, he was a new-age Phinneas Gage for the youth of the Southwest.
Eventually, in a strike of sympathy, the Emery parents were visited by a man in an all black suit save for white lapels, who carried a briefcase, a ring on his middle finger, and an 'Viva Las Vegas' button promptly on that white lapel that depicted the Stratosphere hotel and Casino. He talked faster than they ever thought possible of a human being, but the crux on long winded small talk was that a very concentrated amount of money that sat in piles around a board room and called themselves Lead Investors, represented a collective of likeminded medical professionals that were responsible for keeping the next breed of people alive. The Catalyst Group of Las Vegas, Nevada were offering to give Thomas back the breath in his lungs. For the simple chance to study and codify him. To Pin his wings and press him in a heavy spined book, in the hopes that one day they might look back on the specimen they made so long ago in the Mojave. So a southern boy, brought to the city of sin, is instead brought to a white frosted Opera room. He trades a Nevada sunrise for the white fluorescents of an underground facility. He trades children for nurses, and later he'll call some of them when he's drunk on the holidays, an increasingly hard thing to do for Thomas Emery, and he will ask if they too remember missing the sunshine in that place. The nurses all give the same answer, a calm, controlled, rehearsed, 'I'm glad you called, Thomas.'