OC: Silver Age OC's

Real Name: Nathaniel Quivers

Alias: Captain Coward

Identity: Public

Alliance: Anyone who promises to protect him.

Citizenship: None

Birthplace: London

Education Average high school education, graduated with straight D’s.

Occupation: Vagrant

Eyes: Dark blue

Hair: Dark brown greasy hair, styled into a rat-tail tied up by some black string.
Unshaven bristles covering most of his lower face.

Height: Six foot and ten inches.

Weight: Six stone exactly.

Paraphernalia[:/b] His clothes consist of a patchwork trench coat mostly made of grey and brown materials, some dull beige, battered, old shoes, scruffy dark green trousers, some bandages wrapped around his face, and a faded red shirt with the letters ’CC’ in yellow printed on, though very faded.

[b]Weapon(s): A pair of small lead pipes used as tonfas.

Power(s): The ability to amplify his own fear into strength, speed, invulnerability and agility. His strength at maximum allows him to punch easily through solid brick but can barely dent solid steel, his maximum invunrebillity allows him to survive a brick building collasping atop of him, and his maximum speed allows him to run at seventy mph.

Group Affiliation(s)/Associate(s): None as of yet.

Known Relatives: Janice and Gerald Quiver (Parents, disowned by them.)

Abilities: Expert knowledge of all the backstreets and shortcuts of his hometown.

Reputation: Considered to be a weak idiot.

Origin: Nathan Quivers was raised in a wealthy family filled with greed and pride, concerned only by their social status and their petty wants and needs that wouldn’t effect it. As such, Nathan was pretty much only like through childhood for having a substantial amount of money with him, after all the rich kid could get them anything they wanted. Of course Nathan was like any other selfish and spoilt rich kid, to which he skipped classes regularly in school, which became his somewhat down fall as his grades all ended up as straight D‘s. Along with the matter of his grades and the fact that he was arrested during his truancy for possession of a variety of illegal drugs, apparently his truancy was to ‘enjoy’ these substances, his parents were barely able to stop themselves from throwing him out of their home, as the events greatly damaged their social status and caused great embarrassment. This didn’t last long when their son foolishly confessed, or honestly confessed, he was actually dealing the drugs as well as using them, and in near to no time at all, as he continued with his disgusting choice of occupation after being disowned by his parents, he was arrested with the full charge for drug dealing. During his time in jail, he was on the verge of snapping, being completely the target to other inmates and failing to take care of himself against them from time and time again, struggling to hide his daily terror of his fellow prisoners, until he was ‘volunteered’ to take part in a goverment sponsored biological experiment.
The experiment in question was an odd one, a test to see if emotions could amplify meta-genes. Each ‘volunteer’ was given a specific emotion to work upon. Nathaniel’s was fear. He was constantly give the frights of his life in the name of science, as he was injected with the meta-gene. It was quite surprising with the results. His fear was one of the most compatible with the meta-gene, next to that of anger and equally surprisingly, happiness. As a result his new attributes were tested along with the other test subjects, discovering he had increased strength, invulnerability, speed, and agility, though was apparently inferior to the two higher test subjects, who’s power included even more effects. He was kept as a subject for a few more years until he was unwillingly released due to his life sentence ending, cut shorter due to good behaviour and assisting the government.
Nathan was a nervous wreck after the experimentation, and ended up scraping a living as a travelling vagrant, though began dabbling into some super heroics as he accidently stumbled upon a citizen being mugged, to which the mugger did not take kindly and turned his knife at him. He panicked fearfully and struck out at the man wildly, quickly knocking him out cold due to his meta-genes, to which the citizen thanked him and ran off, not wanting to find out if he was merely a crazed homeless man. Ever since that moment, Nathan decided to put his powers to good use and become some sorts of a vigilante as well as a vagrant, though mostly dealing in bounties in an attempt to afford much better food drink, shelter, and clothing.