Flexington, Mister Torgue "Iron Hercules"

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Name: Mister Torgue Iron Hercules Flexington
Nickname: Flex, Torgue
Age: 20 (No, really.)
Gender: Male
Birthplace: Oreburgh City, Sinnoh
Family: Granny Flexington (Grandmother)

Trainer Orientation: Chaotic Badass
Trainer Class: Engineer, Demoman
Starter Pokémon: Shellock

The Crusher [Asemblock]: In the wake of the tragic mine explosion which claimed the lives of his parents, young Mister Torgue visited the collapsed mine that their bodies had been extracted from on his last night in his hometown, bags packed and ready to be sent off to Granny Flexington's as his only living relative. Expressing his nonspecific anger at the event which cost him his family, Mister Torgue hauled off and kicked a pile of rubble that apparently hadn't been cleared away yet. Now, Mister Torgue was VERY strong even as a child. That pile of rubble happened to be a Shellock sleeping at the site, and after being kicked by the angry youngster, woke up rather quickly, shifting rocks in its shell to see its attacker. Whereupon it was immediately kicked in the face and knocked out. Stopping after realizing what happened, Mister Torgue examined the situation for a moment before dropping his only Poké Ball on the creature and capturing it. Surviving enough explosions throughout the years somehow enabled it to evolve - Mister Torgue did not question why this was, as he did not particularly care to know beyond the fact it was 'FUCKING AWESOME'. Further tinkering produced the final evolution into its current form, celebrated with a protein shake and music loud enough for his nearly deaf grandmother to wake up and smack him out of his chair.

Ability: [ability=iron-barbs]
Move Pool: [attack=smack-down], [attack=magnitude], [attack=rock-polish], [attack=magnet-rise], [attack=self-destruct], [attack=iron-defense]*, [attack=giga-impact]*

The Tanker [Panztank]: While tromping around the junkyards that now mostly comprised his home during Granny Flexington's naps, the teenaged Mister Torgue met a ponderous Stuank in the abandoned vehicles lot. The Stuank seemed friendly enough, but that bored Mister Torgue who had been looking for adventure. He made a proposition for the Stuank, betting it that he could suplex the miniature tank. If he could, the metal creature would come with him and do 'Crazy shit you don't even know how SICK' things, and if not then he would make it his sworn duty to see the small tank fed every day for six months. Being agreeable, the extra-heavily armored Stuank allowed the burly and moustachioed teenager to grab hold of it, and expressed great surprise as Mister Torgue lifted it up off the ground and up over his head in a stellar vertical suplex, slamming it deep into the loamy junkyard earth. Covered in sweat and swearing profusely over his victory, Mister Torgue watched as the Stuank evolved on the spot, becoming a Panztank. Mister Torgue did not bother to question why, climbing on top of the larger tank-like Pokémon and belting out a sick air guitar.

Ability: [ability=heavy-metal]
Move Pool: [attack=iron-defense], [attack=flamethrower], [attack=gear-grind], [attack=trick-room]*, [attack=shift-gear], [attack=hyper-beam]*, [attack=heavy-slam]

The Exploder [Minetrode]: It was a Voltorb that Mister Torgue played with when he was young, thinking it was a ball. Kicking it around town, bouncing it on his knee, playing hacky sack with it - he never once turned it around to see the face on the other side. As he got bigger and the Voltorb evolved... he still never noticed, since the red and white had just swapped places, meaning nothing to him since it was a ball and likely just upside down. After years of this treatment it finally used Self-Destruct just as Mister Torgue scored a basket with the Electrode, the explosion throwing him back into a pile of rusty old cars at the edge of the impromptu court. Burned and smoking, he leaped from the wreckage, climbed to the top, threw up the horns and loudly proclaimed that he dunked so hard that the court "FUCKING EXPLODED" and now he was on fire could someone please fetch his Granny he needed to be put out and the court was on fire so stop, drop, and roll was not going to help him. He couldn't find his ball after that, instead finding an unconscious Electrode staring blankly at the sky that he decided to drag with him and later capture. A poorly thought out attempt at playing catch with a Fire Stone he won in a bet evolved the Electrode into its current form.

Ability: [ability=static]
Move Pool: [attack=self-destruct], [attack=explosion], [attack=fire-spin], [attack=magnet-rise]*, [attack=lava-plume], [attack=electro-ball]

Mister Torgue strikes a figure of sheer testosterone overdose. Thinking so, one would actually be completely correct and forgiven for it - his pectoral muscles are easily each larger than his own head. Mister Torgue stands at a whopping seven feet tall, with muscles that seem more etched in stone all across his body rather than sculpted flesh. He has a mess of shoulder-length frizzy black and brown hair, usually kept restrained by a bandana showing him as having been a member of a trucking enthusiast club at some point. He is never seen without his all-but-trademark sunglasses, for reasons he will not give a straight answer to. He can normally be seen utterly topless, usually only wearing his gloves, boots, and tight denim jeans. Oftentimes he wears a series of gold chains around his neck and a wireless headset on his head and ears for apparently completely aesthetic purposes.

In more... formal settings, he will wear an oil-splotched shirt with his unofficial brand on it and a well-worn leather biker jacket sized to fit his frame - which was actually his grandmother's. He has an extremely thick and lush moustache that is enviable to others, including you - and has had it since he was a boy. Mister Torgue's features make him seem much older than he actually is, some might eyeball him as a forty-three year old man. However this is due to the many surgeries performed on his face to reattach it after bad experiments with explosives during his early weapon-creation phase, resulting in a lot of lost skin and chunks of flesh here and there. The surgeries combined with his issues as a supermale have caused him to have the look of advanced age, appearing as a middle-aged man at first glance from all the wrinkles and stress in his flesh due to scarring.

Artwork by Gearbox Software.

Mister Torgue lacks the calculating personality that most engineers come to possess as they hone their craft. Mostly because he doesn't really get math or the academics involved at all. Instead, Mister Torgue tends to come off as a wrestler, and something of a wrestling sports announcer - which he'd actually been before! He can seem rather simple-minded and unintentionally abrasive. He likes to make friends, and in many ways seems like a big kid due to his endless exuberance for anything that happens to catch his interest.

Of course, he has trouble keeping friends due to that same child-like energy, and the sheer amount of explosives he lugs around with him making him a safety hazard. As if experiencing a focused form of Tourette's Syndrome Mister Torgue cannot help but swear constantly and speak very loudly when even mildly excited, which tends to be his default forme. But almost nothing gets Mister Torgue down, he's survived through so much and done so much with so little that life is basically the most badass adventure of all. A rather strident view on chivalry spawned from an early shyness around girls which does not seem to extend to guys he spends time around, despite being rather openly bisexual. He's a very physical person, prepare for brofists, hugs, or submission holds as the situation demands.

Mister Torgue was born on a Monday, despite attempts to have it renamed to Torgueday. His first name Mister Torgue, his last name was Flexington - and in the proud tradition of the Flexingtons, he took the first name of his grandfather as his own middle name 'Iron Hercules'. He and his family lived in Oreburgh City, where he was born, for most of his childhood. Two things were immediately apparent shortly after his birth - with his increased size, the doctor's worry that he'd been born a supermale were quite valid, and that he was a touch autistic. Not that any of this bothered tiny Mister Torgue, who quickly grew into his first moustache by the tender age of six, at the same time developing ludicrous muscularity, especially his pectorals. The overly tall and burly child was teased rather heavily through his school years in Oreburgh for being different physically and mentally from his fellow students, and through the years proved to be uncannily shy around girls.

It was some months after his eleventh birthday, however, when the mine accident occurred. Something had gone wrong with the explosives his mother's team was using for expanding the new tunnel, and both of his parents were crushed under tons of suddenly displaced rock and ore. Mister Torgue was left completely alone. His father was a lazy alcoholic, and his mother a workaholic, but they were his family and despite tensions loved each other. In the midst of this traumatic event, Mister Torgue discovered a burning desire to master the power of explosions like those that took his parents from him - and that light psychosis had pushed his Tourette's Syndrome to new heights, causing him to curse constantly in his normal speech and become very loud when excited. That's when his estranged grandmother sent him tickets to come join her in Unova. Moving in with Granny at the junkyard/beach she said she owned but was really just squatting at, the first thing he noticed is that Granny looked like a larger and wrinklier version of himself, which he declared to be 'badass as fuck' and was promptly smacked for swearing in her house.

He attended school in the nearby city, having to climb mountains of junk just to get to the road to start walking there in the morning, and again on the way back. At some point during his teenaged years, he finally realized that hearing voices in your head actually wasn't normal background noise and started paying closer attention to what was being said. As he did, the apocalyptic landscape of junk sheltering his home from the eyes of authorities began to look more and more like 'useful parts' rather than just discarded refuse 'getting in my motherfuckin' way this is bullshit who put this here' as he proclaimed every day. So began his days diving into those heaps he'd so steadfastly cursed, fishing out parts that'd work with the images coming together in his head. So too did he learn his love of engineering from this, though he hated math and such in general and thus refused to get schooling in the matter - preferring his trial and error method. This resulted in Mister Torgue losing his face SEVERAL times in the path of learning. The repeated surgeries were excruciating and each time left permanent damage to his facial structure and face muscles.

By the time he was a young man, Mister Torgue looked like a significantly older one. In this time period he'd gotten much better at his unique form of engineering, secured trade with Oreburgh for raw resources and materials, learned to love and create guns, and had sold several of his bombs to clearly-not-addled-terrorists and insane people for rather decent sums of money. It could be surmised Mister Torgue didn't care much about what was done with them so long as could make more. Also Granny Flexington beat a giant Tentacruel almost to death as it attacked their beach, only stopping the rain of fists due to her grandson's tearful insistence that it be let go. By this point, the whispering in his head had essentially become his best friend, the only one that stayed on due to his violent outbursts of swearing, tendency to be surrounded by explosives and guns, and that weirdly glowing machine he kept under a sheet and never wanted to talk about. Mister Torgue worked two jobs now these days, he'd been a commentator for contact sports and underground fighting rings in the local area until his enthusiasm drowned out a match or two and got him fired - and as an arms dealer, selling earlier versions of his guns to whoever had the money. A few things could be said about what came out of his workshop: it either exploded, made things explode, protected you from explosions, or held way more explosives in it than it possibly should. Mister Torgue now subsists on a diet of beer, bacon, machining grease, and gratuitous violence for no damn reason - and he's looking for some place where he can get a lot more of that.

He remains something of a geek, enjoying RPGs, pen and papers, arguably less manly things such as unicorns and fantasy reading, and all the colors in pretty art. His feelings can be easily hurt, and if he is not your friend this might result in... at the least, maiming. While chivalrous, he can be also be incredibly tactless, coloring his past with a lot of awkward moments. Of note in regards to his family, Mister Torgue's grandfather was originally born with the name High Five, until he had it changed the moment he was legally capable of doing so, to the far more metal Iron Hercules. Despite this, his mostly-senile Granny still refers to him as 'Mister Torgue High Five Flexington', to his embarrassment.

Regular Abilities______________________________________
└-Skills, professions, knowledge and talents.

Demolitions Training: The training or study of explosives.

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├─Classification: Talent
├─Category: Skill
└─Power Level: Master

Knowledge (Military Technology): The knowledge of military technology of any field.

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├─Classification: Talent
├─Category: Knowledge
└─Power Level: Expert

Craft (Gunsmith): Knowledge and meta-skill involving the skills required to create firearms from scratch.

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├─Classification: Talent
├─Category: Knowledge, Skill
└─Power Level: Master

Martial Abilities______________________________________
└-Weapon specializations and fighting styles.

Firearms: The general use of firearms, be it rifles, shotguns or sidearms.

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├─Classification: Physical
├─Category: Weapon Proficiency
└─Power Level: Master

Ordnance Training: The skill of use at heavy weaponry. For example, rocket launchers and artillery.

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├─Classification: Physical
├─Category: Weapon Proficiency
└─Power Level: Master

Gauntlets: The use of gauntlets, plate or spiked. In this case, both. Also explosive.

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├─Classification: Physical
├─Category: Weapon Proficiency
└─Power Level: Journeyman

Nanto Bakusatsu Ken: The Explosive Kill Fist discipline, an ancient martial art originating in China, the birthplace of explosives. Involves throwing explosives, and nothing else. It definitely works.

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├─Classification: Physical
├─Category: Fighting Style
└─Power Level: Master

Supernatural Abilities_________________________________
└-Psychic, aura or astral abilities.

Whispered: Mister Torgue, while capable of the sort of telepathic mental meld that other Whispered are, is not consciously aware that he is and lacks the self-understanding of how to begin training his mind in it even if informed, clearly this will take some time. Nor can he control when he gets his future-vision spats, only manifesting during moments of extreme concentration - typically while gunfighting or tinkering with explosive designs. It could be said that Mister Torgue has a lot of untapped potential, or that he just doesn't care because he's too busy making things explode. The whispers grant him the ability to create Digital Construction devices, also referred to as a Digistructor.

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├─Classification: Psychic
├─Category: Cross-Dimensional Awareness, Precognition, Telepathy
└─Power Level: Inherent

Unique Abilities_______________________________________
└-Powers unique to the character.

Intuitive Engineering: General lack of understanding when it comes to engineering, but still managing to achieve results equivalent or greater to those with better training and study. This is typically how Mister Torgue manages to create his nonsensical arsenal that, nonetheless, is outrageously lethal and effective.

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├─Classification: Talent
├─Category: Knowledge, Skill
└─Power Level: Inherent

Weapons_________________________________________________
└-Weapon and munitions.

Armor___________________________________________________
└-Armor, shielding, and wearables.

Technology______________________________________________
└-Poké-tech, electronics, and gadgetry.

Digital Constructor: Whispered Technology. The Digital Constructor, or Digistructor, is a matrix computational system comprised of several parts, meant to scan, gather, store, and produce or reproduce items. It can be made into a large assembly for the creation or re-creation of large-scale objects such as vehicles or more, or extremely portable - small enough to be carried on the hip or stored in other objects. Once an object has been scanned into a digital blueprint including full detail of its current state and atomic structure (or a blueprint is created from scratch for it using a terminal), it is saved the to the data storage system of the device, unique to its user, not unlike a cloud storage system. Likewise, the scanner can also break down objects rather than merely creating a digital blueprint, destabilizing matter into equivalent wavelengths of photonic energy which are then immediately transmitted to the cloud device. From then on, after calling up the blueprint manually, verbally, or use of preset hotkeys, the Digistructor (or Digistructor Node) can then project a holographic framework from the blueprint wherever the user indicates or has previously programmed a specific item to be generated at; such as in the hand, in an item on the person of the user, or wherever the unit is pointing that will accept the intended object. The framework attracts the now-emitted stored 'Potential Mass Energy' and much like a 3D-printer, fills out the blueprint before being solidified in a modest flash of light, converting the stored energy back into matter with the specific rearrangement of atomic structure to fit the material and shape of the blueprint. As such, the Digistructor can be considered a holographic fabricator device. Nodes are smaller devices that can remotely handle scanning/gathering, and projecting/creating smaller items, but not internally store and must retain a linkup with the main unit. More complex items take a longer time for portable units to recreate.
├─Digistructor Terminal/Digistructor Node
└─(Artwork by Cloud Imperial Services and Gearbox Games)

Inventions______________________________________________
└-Items created by the character.

Miscellany______________________________________________
└-Small items, tools, or other important belongings.

Torgue Innovations Company____________________________
└-Most of it goes boom, some of it helps other things go boom. It's all for sale.