Name: Bernie Turner
FM-ian: Ophiuca
Age: 14
Online Alias: Abel, G, Omega

Queen Ophiuca's tactics involve poisoning and overwhelming her enemies with her toxic venoms and many snake minions. Good at taking on crowds by herself, she’s indispensible when it comes to taking down the endless goons that can be found in any invasion.

Summon Snakes: Queen Ophiuca will slither from side to side, creating kamikaze bomb- snakes were she was that recklessly speed toward the enemy, and explode once in range. The strength of these explosions depends on the colors of said snakes, ranging from fire-cracker distractions to sticks of dynamite.

Power Ram: The Queen will ram her opponent with devastating force, leaving behind a slippery coating of bodily juices, acting like a veritable slip n’ slide of pain.

Gorgon Blast: Queen Ophiuca will charge a huge amount of energy, unleashing it in the form of a devastating beam of destructive force.

Bernie is a more or less normal individual, style-wise. When not in wave-form, (which renders him a basic clone of Ophiuca, boobies included, much to his mixed feelings,) Bernie is almost boring in appearance, for someone his age, usually found with an earthy T-shirt and some baggy jeans, and a pair of headphones over his brown hair, which is a rather untamed mass of mushroom-like hair, simply drooping down into a strange long-short hybrid, not really one or the other.

Bernie is a relatively calm individual, who has lived a simple, unstressed life for the past 14 or so years of his existence. And, like most teens, doesn’t really know how to treat the opposite gender. Which ends up with him getting kicked in the teeth and getting an endless amount of malicious rumors thrown his way once he snagged and lost one. Needless to say, this left him a pretty angry little bugger, with more than enough loneliness to attract one FM-ian known as Queen Ophiuca.

After that, he more or less cut all ties with the outside world, the only person with whom he’d socialize with being Ophiuca. Of course, that’s not to say he doesn’t socialize with any of his FM-ian counterparts, he simply prefers Ophiuca’s company in comparison. And since she’s almost always with him, well. He doesn’t need for much else, does he?

So now, under Ophiuca’s tutelage, fully falling prey to her whisperings, has become a sly, cold-hearted, and overbearing teen.

Bernie is something of an artist, mostly involving clay sculpting and art in general. Most of the time, once he’s riled, a good session of drawing alone in his room will do miracles to cool him down.

Being the oldest of a family of five, he’s always been a sort of “silent sentinel”, thanklessly babysitting, and more or less simply being ignored along with his acts of good will. With such an exotic and powerful form before him now, he yearns strongly for his team-mate’s attention and approval.

Much to Bernie’s surprise, he has more or less found himself with a pair of boobs with which to do with as he pleases. Naturally, this is a pretty love/hate relationship. On one hand, he has BOOBS. On his CHEST. Every man’s dream, clearly. At the same time, this makes him the butt of many a joke. You can see how that works.

"Bite me."