Clayhawk

## Bio:

Clayhawk was born Lewis Elric to a couple of unremarkable parents in the slums of Gotham. They were neglectful on the best days, abusive on the worst. The people he considers his "real" family took him in when they found him wandering the streets as a toddler. Fortunately, they treated him better. Unfortunately, they were an anarchist crime family.

At a young age Lewis learned the art of petty crime, successfully picking his first pocket at 6. By the time he was 16, he had already built up a rapsheet that took an hour to read. Having taken part in a series of Firebombings that targeted Police buildings across Gotham, he was jailed as an adult at 17 and left there until he got out for good behavior at 22.

While inside, Lewis met and was accepted into a gang made up of former muscle for the various Super Villain groups around Gotham. Since he was tall and lanky and couldn't fight particularly well, he decided to make himself useful to the group in other ways. Learning from cell mates and smuggled materials, Lewis studied the art of Safecracking (in theory) and, upon being released, used his prison connections to join a group planning a bank heist.

After an impressive showing at his first heist, having cracked the vault quicker than even he expected, he was accepted into the gang and became a regular on their expeditions. He never met the boss of his particular group, but he didn't care, they were making decent money and he was having fun fighting The Man in his own way.

After about a year and a half long successful crime spree, Lewis' life fell apart. While his crew was robbing an otherwise ordinary bank, he heard screaming from the lobby. Distracted from his task, he turned around just in time to be crushed by a wall of Clay.

His body smashed against the vault door, shattering bones and tearing muscles as his flesh began to dissolve. He tried to scream, but his mouth just filled with clay and he began to suffocate. Every nerve in agony, Lewis raged and thrashed in denial, refusing to accept that he would die. As his consciousness faded, he felt the vault door dissolve behind him, and he collapsed back onto the floor.

Several days later, Lewis awoke to find himself on a white tile floor, in a room made of glass. He went to lift himself up and felt his arm give way beneath him. Looking down, he saw the very same clay that had nearly ended his life prior. A man in a white coat standing outside the glass spoke to him, explaining that he had been crushed and dissolved by one of the Clayfaces that had decided to rob that bank on the same day Lewis's crew had. The man in the white coat also explained that Lewis was the only survivor, by virtue of having somehow become a Clayface himself.

For months the men in white coats, scientists working for the Department of Extra-Normal Operations, put Lewis through tests that would be considered Inhumane at their least torturous. And every time he began to fight back, they would flood his glass cage with liquid nitrogen to keep him under control.

The entire time, Lewis endured and hardened his resolve, his sheer hatred of everything associated with authority. From the battery of tests he faced daily, he learned to control and optimize his powers. After deciding he'd had enough, he plugged the vents they used to flood the room and staged a breakout. Hardening part of his flesh and forming the rest into a rubbery substance, he used himself as a wrecking ball to smash against the glass until it shattered.

Slaughtering every one of his tormentors on the way out, Lewis smiled despite his rage. He never wanted this power, but now that he had it, he had access to so many more ways to raise hell. He knew what he had to do.

First, find the Clayface that did this to him and kill the bastard.

Then, set Gotham ablaze.

## Appearance:

In his original, natural appearance, Lewis is 6'2", with a lanky build. His hair is naturally black, but even before gaining his powers he dyed it a bleached blond and kept it in a mohawk. All of that said, he's a shapeshifter, so he can look like anyone or anything he wants to depending on the situation, really.

## Powers/Skills:

Had a latent "Survive and Adapt" ability that gave him greater durability than most, but he never knew or used it consciously until he ended up attacked by one of the Clayfaces, which resulted in him Adapting and Adopting most of their abilities.

### Super Abilities:

-Metamorphasis

-Super Strength

-Super Durability

-Near Invulnerability to Traditional weapons and attacks

-Regeneration (Unless every part of his Clay, including parts operating remotely, is completely destroyed, he can regenerate himself from even a small amount)

-Identity Replication down to the Genetic Level

-Duplication (creating copies of himself that he can control and communicate with telepathically)

-Survive and Adapt (if a Super Ability would kill him, Lewis can survive the attack and adapt his body to fight against it the next time)

### Non-super:

-Petty crime skills such as pickpocketing

-Digital and Analog Safecracking

-Keen senses

-Makes a mean molotov cocktail

-Proficient with firearms

## Outfits:

Lewis can form nearly any weapon or outfit from his clay-flesh, so he has no need to conceal his identity as he basically has none.

## Likes/Dislikes:

### Likes:

-Heavy Metal and Punk Music

-Causing Chaos

-Cats

-Day Drinking

### Dislikes:

-The other Clayfaces

-The Police/Authority in General

-Mint flavored anything

-Dogs

## Fears/Weaknesses:

### Fears:

-Losing his identity when he shapeshifts into other people

-Cold Snaps

-Suffocation (“Not really a problem anymore, I suppose.”)

### Weaknesses:

-Extreme Temperatures cause his clay-flesh to either melt or freeze

-Liquids dilute his clay and make it harder for him to maintain form.

-Not a great actor, so he slips up and reveals himself on a regular basis

## Strengths:

He's pretty good at blending in with crowds by shapeshifting, until he decides it's time to raise some hell at least.

## Habits:

-Tends to stay inside during the winter

-Can't help himself when he sees an opportunity to cause mischief

-plays a "game" where he walks through crowds regularly shifting his form until someone notices and freaks out, then he causes chaos in some way and runs away

-literally chews his clay tongue and pops it like gum, because "It feels so fuckin' weird, I love it."