Elastic Man

Elastic Man
Player: @HNBC
Origin:	Science
Archetype:	Stalker
Security Level:	'
Server:	Confidential
Personal Data
Real Name:	Elias Lassik
Known Aliases:	Eli, E-Man
Species:	Human Mutate
Age:	'
Height:	6'2" (Default)
Weight:	190 lbs (Default
Eye Color:	'
Hair Color:	'
Biographical Data
Nationality:	Caucasian
Occupation:	Escape Artist / Street Performer
Place of Birth:	'
Base of Operations:	Paragon City, RI
Marital Status:	Single
Known Relatives:	'
Known Powers
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Appearance

Bodysuit:

• The main part of the suit is a smooth, silver-gray, made from a flexible and highly durable material that can stretch along with his body.
• The navy-blue sections contour along the arms, shoulders and legs, accentuating his physique. The dark purple belt and forearms also break up the silver base color for contrast.
• The lack of gloves allows for maximum dexterity when stretching his hands into various shapes or manipulating objects.

Emblem & Branding:

• A large, bold letter “E” is displayed prominently on his chest in a vibrant silver hue with a purple outline, symbolizing his name, Elastic Man.

Mask & Facial Features:

• A dark purple eye mask wraps around his face, covering the area around his eyes and giving him a classic, heroic look.
• His face remains visible, showcasing a confident smirk and a neatly trimmed goatee, adding to his personality and charm.
• His hair is styled in a sharp, upward-pointing fashion, giving him a distinctive, slightly cocky appearance.

Boots:

• His boots are a deep navy blue, blending seamlessly with the accents on his suit.
• The boots are sleek and aerodynamic, designed for fluid movement rather than heavy combat.

Personality

*Witty & Sarcastic – Eli has a sharp tongue and a tendency to crack jokes, even in the middle of a fight. He often uses humor as a coping mechanism, especially in stressful situations.

*Clever & Resourceful – He thinks quickly on his feet (or while bouncing off them), using his elastic powers in creative ways that others wouldn’t consider. His ability to adapt makes him a formidable hero.

*Rebellious & Independent – Eli doesn’t do well with authority figures and prefers to operate on his own terms. He has a natural distrust of corporations and institutions, stemming from his past as a lowly janitor for a shady company.

*Street-Smart & Pragmatic – Unlike traditional heroes who stick to rigid moral codes, Elastic Man is more of a realist. He understands that life isn’t black and white and is willing to bend (literally and figuratively) to get things done.

*Loyal & Protective – While he may act detached or indifferent at times, he deeply cares about the people in his life and will go to great lengths to protect them. He especially values underdogs and people who remind him of his past struggles.

*Good-Hearted but Reluctant – While he doesn’t see himself as a traditional superhero, he still ends up doing the right thing—sometimes begrudgingly. He may complain about it, but he won’t stand by while innocent people suffer.

*Reluctant but Determined – He never asked to be a hero, but if someone’s in trouble, he won’t turn his back.

*Smartass Under Pressure – He masks his fear and self-doubt with sarcasm, especially when stretching himself into ridiculous shapes.

Elastic Man is a sarcastic, clever, and reluctant hero with a sharp wit and a heart of gold buried under layers of self-deprecation and cynicism. While he doesn’t always take things seriously, he’s fiercely protective of the people he cares about. He’s a mix of improviser, underdog, and wildcard, making him as unpredictable as he is entertaining.

History

Elias "Eli" Lassik never expected much out of life. A college school dropout with a mountain of debt. That’s how he ended up as a janitor for a Crey subsidiary.

Most days, he mopped floors, emptied trash bins, and did his best not to ask questions about the weird, glowing fluids and half-melted lab rats he sometimes saw in the disposal units. But one night, a scientist—one of the ones who always looked nervous—approached him with an offer: $15,000 in cash to quietly get rid of small, unmarked canisters of "experimental waste." Eli hesitated. He wasn't stupid—he knew shady work when he saw it. But he needed the money, so how bad could it be?

He loaded the canisters into the trunk of his beat-up sedan and drove off, intending to dump it far outside city limits. That’s when everything went to hell.

A storm was rolling in as Eli sped down the highway. The roads were slick, his tires bald, and the old junker he drove hadn’t had working brakes in years. He barely saw the truck barreling through the intersection before it slammed into his car, sending him spinning out of control.

The canisters in his trunk ruptured on impact, spewing black, gelatinous polymer gel everywhere—over him, into his wounds, and across the mangled wreck of his car. Before he could even register the pain, his vehicle slammed into a power pole, causing a massive electrical surge to arc through the wreckage.

Electricity surged through his body, interacting with the unstable polymer compound, triggering an immediate and violent reaction. He felt his skin bubble, his muscles seize, his entire skeleton liquefy for a horrifying moment before solidifying again. His entire body contorted, stretched, twisted unnaturally—then snapped back like rubber. The pain was unbearable. And then, just as quickly as it had started... it was over. When Eli woke up, he wasn’t broken, burned, or bleeding. In fact, he was fine. More than fine.

Eli stumbled out of the wreckage, dazed but alive. The emergency responders were baffled. They’d expected a corpse, not a man walking away without a scratch.

But things didn’t feel right. His skin didn’t feel like skin anymore—it had a slight give, a strange elasticity. His bones felt less rigid, more fluid. His body was... different.

The changes started small. At first, it was just the feeling of hyper-flexibility—like his muscles had turned into rubber bands. But soon, he discovered his fingers could stretch like taffy when he reached for his coffee. His arm extended across the room when he yawned, smacking his landlord in the face. And one morning, when he stumbled out of bed, his entire torso stretched like melted cheese before snapping back into place.

He panicked. Was he dying? Was he even human anymore?

That’s when Crey came knocking.

The scientist who paid him off had vanished. The company had scrubbed all evidence of the polymer experiment from their records. But they weren’t about to let an unstable, walking lab accident run free.

They offered him a "solution"—a permanent place in their lab as a test subject, under the guise of “helping” him. He refused. They weren’t trying to cure him. They wanted to control him, so he ran.

With no job, no home, and no normal life left, Eli turned to the only thing he had left—his powers. He spent months experimenting, learning to control his elasticity—to stretch, reshape, and even contort himself into impossible forms.

He had become the human equivalent of an industrial-strength rubber band—able to withstand gunfire, blunt trauma, and high-speed impacts without breaking. He could compress himself into tiny spaces or launch himself across a city block like a slingshot.

He started taking odd jobs under the table—helping people who had nowhere else to turn. Some saw him as a hero, others as a freak with nothing to lose. Either way, he was done running. Crey tried to erase him. Now, he’s going to make sure they never forget him.

Equipment

• Supersuit

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