Post by mondo on Feb 28, 2006 12:33:38 GMT -4
Given Name: Mondo Falaniko
Codename: Mondo (“If we ever have another Mondo in the room, I will think of something. Hmm. Maybe Super Mondo.”)
Age: 18
Detailed Description of Powers: Mondo is able to meld with certain types of natural matter (soil, rocks, water, vegetation). When wholly melded Mondo is nearly undetectable, and can travel through the substances he’s merged with at a maximum speed of about 15 mph.
With some mental exertion he can partially meld, turning himself into a humanoid form with some of the mass, appearance, and other properties of the matter in question. The strain increases exponentially with how large and durable Mondo’s attempting to be (a human-sized form made out of grass and topsoil can last ten minutes; a granite giant would last seconds at most).
Originally from: The village of Manase, Samoa
Known Family: Father, Issac; Grandmother, Tirisa; younger brother, Avele
Physical Description: At 5’10” and 230 pounds, it’s obvious that Mondo has come from a culture which celebrates food and hasn’t yet incorporated terms like ‘Atkins diet’ and ‘trans fats’ into the daily vocabulary. He has the dark skin and high cheekbones of the Polynesian Islands, shaggy, untidy brown hair, and a round, oddly tranquil face free of wrinkles or worry lines.
He’s used to wearing light, colorful shirts, baggy shorts and sandals. (Of course, he’s also used to thinking anything below 60 degrees is freezing…the Mainland will be interesting.)
Other: A travel website for Samoa says, “If relaxing was an Olympic sport, this is where athletes would go to train.” To push the metaphor further, Mondo would be a gold medalist. Naïve and a little bit dense sometimes, Mondo has the calmness and optimism of someone utterly, totally convinced that everything’s going to work out okay.
Bio: It was an idyllic life. Sun, sand, swimming, the occasional drama when some numbskull pot-smuggling palagi wrecked his fancy boat on the coral reef…Mondo would’ve been happy spending his entire life there, and letting the rest of the world go hang.
Unfortunately, the rest of the world had other ideas.
His mutation manifested on one of the busiest days at the public beach. Two little kids were trying to ride a surfboard far too big for them, got caught in a wave even experts couldn’t ride, the wave and the board crashing down on their heads. Mondo saw them off in the distance, the little one flailing as he tried to keep his stunned brother’s head above water, Mondo and his friends trying to swim to them, losing them in the rough sea, Mondo feeling the panic and alarm growing as their cries grew weaker…and then suddenly he could feel their location perfectly, could feel them, was all around them, and instinctively wrapped them in watery arms and carried them to shallow water and safety.
It’s not every day that a perfectly good Samoan goes into the ocean and a transparent water-man comes out. If Mondo's grandmother hadn't been one of the village matai, the chiefs, things might have even gotten ugly. But everyone had seen him rescue the kids, and heck, he was MONDO…so with some ear-twisting, everyone at the scene promised not to spread the news around, not make a big deal out of it.
That promise lasted about a week. (It is a small island.) The first sign that the secret was out was a man in a U.S. Navy uniform dropping by Mondo’s family's house while he happened to be out. Was polite, seemed nice, left his card. The next day it was a young woman, dressed like a tourist, funny tattoo on her shoulder that almost looked like a hydra if you squinted your eyes and used your imagination. The day after that…well, you get the idea. The Falaniko family put their heads together and decided that maybe Mondo should go visit some of his father’s friends in the USA for a little while, just until things blew over. (That's Mondo's version of the story, anyhow. It's never even OCCURRED to him that anyone in his family might not want him around.)
Codename: Mondo (“If we ever have another Mondo in the room, I will think of something. Hmm. Maybe Super Mondo.”)
Age: 18
Detailed Description of Powers: Mondo is able to meld with certain types of natural matter (soil, rocks, water, vegetation). When wholly melded Mondo is nearly undetectable, and can travel through the substances he’s merged with at a maximum speed of about 15 mph.
With some mental exertion he can partially meld, turning himself into a humanoid form with some of the mass, appearance, and other properties of the matter in question. The strain increases exponentially with how large and durable Mondo’s attempting to be (a human-sized form made out of grass and topsoil can last ten minutes; a granite giant would last seconds at most).
Originally from: The village of Manase, Samoa
Known Family: Father, Issac; Grandmother, Tirisa; younger brother, Avele
Physical Description: At 5’10” and 230 pounds, it’s obvious that Mondo has come from a culture which celebrates food and hasn’t yet incorporated terms like ‘Atkins diet’ and ‘trans fats’ into the daily vocabulary. He has the dark skin and high cheekbones of the Polynesian Islands, shaggy, untidy brown hair, and a round, oddly tranquil face free of wrinkles or worry lines.
He’s used to wearing light, colorful shirts, baggy shorts and sandals. (Of course, he’s also used to thinking anything below 60 degrees is freezing…the Mainland will be interesting.)
Other: A travel website for Samoa says, “If relaxing was an Olympic sport, this is where athletes would go to train.” To push the metaphor further, Mondo would be a gold medalist. Naïve and a little bit dense sometimes, Mondo has the calmness and optimism of someone utterly, totally convinced that everything’s going to work out okay.
Bio: It was an idyllic life. Sun, sand, swimming, the occasional drama when some numbskull pot-smuggling palagi wrecked his fancy boat on the coral reef…Mondo would’ve been happy spending his entire life there, and letting the rest of the world go hang.
Unfortunately, the rest of the world had other ideas.
His mutation manifested on one of the busiest days at the public beach. Two little kids were trying to ride a surfboard far too big for them, got caught in a wave even experts couldn’t ride, the wave and the board crashing down on their heads. Mondo saw them off in the distance, the little one flailing as he tried to keep his stunned brother’s head above water, Mondo and his friends trying to swim to them, losing them in the rough sea, Mondo feeling the panic and alarm growing as their cries grew weaker…and then suddenly he could feel their location perfectly, could feel them, was all around them, and instinctively wrapped them in watery arms and carried them to shallow water and safety.
It’s not every day that a perfectly good Samoan goes into the ocean and a transparent water-man comes out. If Mondo's grandmother hadn't been one of the village matai, the chiefs, things might have even gotten ugly. But everyone had seen him rescue the kids, and heck, he was MONDO…so with some ear-twisting, everyone at the scene promised not to spread the news around, not make a big deal out of it.
That promise lasted about a week. (It is a small island.) The first sign that the secret was out was a man in a U.S. Navy uniform dropping by Mondo’s family's house while he happened to be out. Was polite, seemed nice, left his card. The next day it was a young woman, dressed like a tourist, funny tattoo on her shoulder that almost looked like a hydra if you squinted your eyes and used your imagination. The day after that…well, you get the idea. The Falaniko family put their heads together and decided that maybe Mondo should go visit some of his father’s friends in the USA for a little while, just until things blew over. (That's Mondo's version of the story, anyhow. It's never even OCCURRED to him that anyone in his family might not want him around.)