"Woooooohee! I can't believe we found it! Those darnedest redskins weren't pullin' a fast one on us after all!" The man laughed as he stood at the mouth of the dark abyss before him. Oregon. A land of opportunity. The only problem, of course, being its inhabitants... The man had had more than one run with Native Americans, as a few scars on him would go to prove. Luckily, good ol' American gunpowder had wiped out the savages, saving his crew on many of occasions.
As the rest of the man's party caught up, he grinned to them, beads of sweat covering his face. "And they say the only fortune to be found is in California. Phaw! We've a treasure of our own here... Better than gold, I say." With a snap of his fingers, one of his crewmen gave him a large bundle of rope, carefully tied.
"Let's see this freakshow all them boys back home've been talkin' bout..." He grins once more, tossing an end of the rope down into the pitch black abyss. As the crew held onto the other end, they grimaced- they had heard the stories of those who went into the pit. They had not returned in one piece. But there was no stopping the man, the explorer that guided them.
"Wish me luck, gents..."The man smiled a toothy smile as he pulled out a polished silver pistol, sliding down the rope carefully. Soon enough the darkness consumed him, and the only thing the crew could hear was their leader's footsteps on the cave wall, the sound slowly dying as he went deeper.
The man realized soon enough that he should've brought a lantern. The blackness of the pit was worse than he imagined. As he reached the bottom of cavern, he cocked his pistol, carefully looking around. Acting brave up top was one thing... But down here, there was no telling what dangers there were to embrace. Taking a few steps, he heard a sickening crunch as he stepped on something. As he backed up he pointed his gun down to see what the problem was- and as his eyes adjusted to the blackness, he realized it was a bone he stepped on, red flesh still on it.
Crying out, the man ran back to where he thought the rope was- however, it was not there. He couldn't find it with the darkness given. Turning back around he desperately sought the rope, as he may have gone in a wrong direction, but instead he found something much worse. A pair of eyes, yellow and cold, staring at him from across the floor of the pit.
A low growl emerged from the beast, the sound echoing through the pit. Kuma was the name of the beast. The bear-man, that everyone talked about in these parts. The myth, or so they said. Now the man knew it was no myth.
Kuma remembered that day like it had happened only an hour ago. When the bear attacked... He rubbed the claw marks on his chest, reminiscing how he had slain the monster shortly after. But the wound had taken it's toll... the curse that haunted him. How he himself transformed into that... That thing... Sucking in a breath, he put his vest back on, hiding the claw marks that ran down his entire midsection. That was over 150 years ago, and still the blood of the bear haunted him.
Standing in the bathroom of his small, New Yorker apartment, he stared into the mirror at his yellow eyes, the eyes that had seen horrors that no man should ever see. The mauling of his own crew. The feasting, on his own crew... He was lucky to have ever gained control of the monster within him. But all memory of who he once was was lost... The name Kuma came to him. The name of the beast he had slain.
Now all that mattered to him was survival. Living till the end of time, so that he may torture himself with knowing the burdens he had wrought onto the world, instead of letting the monster be in that damned pit. His name was Kuma, and he was the Bear of New York.
OOC: Who tf is this guy?
Kuma was an explorer back in 1800's Oregon. After discovering a cave with a were-bear inside of it, he quickly killed the beast- but not before suffering a slight scratch that transformed him into the very monster. Becoming this hybrid gave him many abilities...
- Superhuman Physicals- Kuma can never become fully human again. He is always in some form of the bear, however he can become close to a normal man, at least in body. When he is in this form, he can lift about 10 tons. As a normal man he has weapons at his arsenal- preferably knives- and is an expert hunter and hand to hand combatant, as his many years have proven.
- The Beast- However, there is a monster inside of Kuma that cannot be wholly controlled. In this form Kuma's intelligence severely decreases, but he becomes insanely powerful- lifting hundreds of tons of weight and running at blur speeds, with tooth and claw as his only weaponry.
So yeah, this is my new character. @_atomikill_ Here. Back from the dead.
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