Name: Barclay Aspen
Gender: Male (he/him)
Alias:
Power Level: Medium-Low
Alignment: Light Gray (wanted by the law for cryptid-catching reasons, generally has a good moral compass)
Age: 39
Height: 6’4” (slouches often)
Scent Profile: Animal, cedarwood, citrus, campfire smoke
Appearance: A tall, broad man with rusty red hair and blank white eyes. He’s built like a lumberjack, and tends to dress the part as well, his wardrobe consisting almost entirely of flannel long-sleeved shirts and jeans. He usually layers a heavier jacket over his shirt in the winter, and is rarely seen without a scarf and sunglasses regardless of the weather.
Powers:
Barclay has the same powerset as his niece, Adelyn Aspen.
- Current Shift: Orangutan
- Neck
- Shoulders and arms (down to the wrist)
- Back and upper chest
- Hair patterning (unconscious shift)
Teenagers make dumb decisions. Teenagers with powers make dumber decisions, and those decisions can haunt them for the rest of their lives. Barclay didn’t mean to get caught up in an urban legend. He was just trying to get home.
He still hasn’t forgiven the Beast for making him the hottest new lead in the Bigfoot phenomenon. It might have forgiven him, for ignoring it up until he almost drowned, but he hasn’t bothered to ask. (He’d gone back to ignoring it as soon as it gave him his lungs back. It was another injustice that he had to ask for that at all; it should’ve known he wouldn’t just stay in the river, and that when he pulled himself out he’d need to be able to breathe air like everybody else. Dumb Beast. It could’ve at least tried to warn him.)
All that’s decades behind him now, anyway. He hasn’t had to worry about the feds knocking down his door since he finally gave up on running and settled down with Donny, and life has been good to them. It hasn’t been as good to his little sister and her family, but at least she took him up on his offer to build her a new home a little closer to his own instead of trying to tough it out on her own. It’s certainly going to be an adjustment for all of them, but he thinks it’ll be nice once the dust settles.
He has his sister and her husband convinced. His niece is another issue entirely, but he’s hoping he’ll be able to talk some sense into her when he drives down to pick her up. Or, er, when Donny drives them down. Barclay would, but he doesn’t exactly have a license, and that would be one hell of an explanation if they got pulled over. “Bigfoot stole my car!” has the making of a headline, and he doesn’t want that to be his reintroduction to the morning papers. If he can avoid making any sort of newsworthy fuss, he’ll be happy as a clam.
No, not a literal clam. That was not an invitation, you dumb Beast.
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