Name and Alias: Rick Mortise AKA; Boneman, Lord Bonelord, Mr. Marrow, Clay Vickle, Mart Rowe, and many more.

Affiliations: Unknown

Age and Date of Boning: Thirty-Two, 1965

Bone Description: When MRD Agents first engaged Mortise in 1995, he had the appearance of a tall gaunt man. Black hair, a goatee and pallid skin. Sunken blue eyes. His appearance has deterioated since, with MRD Agents engaging him again in November 1996.

Bonality Description: Mortise is a man who has deluded himself into believing he isn't a Mutant. His powers have enveloped his psyche, and he has developed an obssession with skeletal structures and their components. This is obvious upon any interaction with Mortise. He is an incredibly unpredictable entity, and is to approached with extreme caution. He has seemingly arbitrarily judgements against people based on their skeletal structure, though we have identified that those with considerably strong bones by his standards trend more to his unknown standards.

Skullstory and Bonestory: Mortise' has provided MRD Agents with several conflicting 'Origins' regarding who he is, and his powers. However we believe he is Mortise based on a pattern stemming back to 1985 regarding his appearances and disappearances. Mortise is a Manhattan Native, growing up in the city and attending local schools and even Empire State University. However much of this information is unconfirmed, and shouldn't be considered gospel truth. Mortise was a student of Archaeology and Anthropology, who disappeared following an assault on the campus by Dr. Curt Connors. Mortise has been identified in several neigbourhoods before they were assaulted by an Unknown Osteokinetic, and they bear some resemblance to the man Agents have engaged.

Bone Prowess: Mortise is an Osteokinetic of the highest caliber. Compared to others who bear this mutation, or I, Boneman! Am the most superior of all who bear the name! The Red Skull? Pitiful. Crossbones? A liar! The Bones of the earth shall bend to my will and mine alone! Those who serve me, my unassailable army of Bone, shall plunder this city and the world! I bring life to them as they once knew... Freeing them from their failing forms of flesh and muscle, showing the world their true beauty!

I can change them to my whim, creating marvels that rival that fool, Stark! With every two points I acquire to my physical attributes as explained by the charts within my Mausoleum, I gain another skeleton! Allowing me a grand total of... Four!

My own bones are durable, and lightweight! Granting me slightly more strength and speed beyond that of a normal human! I will conquer the bones of Quicksilver with this development! These bones of mine shall change too, allowing me the virtue of a beautiful Bony exoskeleton. With this I shall know the glory of bones within bones! Any cracks I acquire from those who live in cowardice shall be mended!

Beware the Bonesenses and my most deadliest weapon... Bonevision! I shall cast my eyes on you, and you shall know what it is like to truly be bone! Flesh will ossify, and you shall become a potent source of calcium! I shall smell your bones, hear your bones, see your bones! I know your insides, fear me!

And behold, the Spinal Staff! Formed of my own bone, a source of my grand mystic prowess! Its empty eyes watch you, the foul mists shall choke the life from you, and its deadly howl will shiver your very marrow!

Bone Skills: MRD Agents believe Mortise to be an adept tinkerer. Creating many gadgets based on bones he can make use of throughout an engagement. However we have rarely seen these in use, aside from the so-called 'Source of Mystic Power'.

Manhattan.

23:35PM.

A gaunt man with pale-yellowing skin floats ominously through the History Museum. His wretched fingers gently caress the form of a dinosaur, fossilised for eternity. In one hand he holds a wretched staff made from a spinal column and skull, soft green lights peering from the void.

"I have not awoken in Egypt, Tibia! Explain yourself!" His voice sounds similar to that of the all too famous 'Announcer Voice', one that most assuredly captures people's attention. It is... grating

The man spins on the spot, pointing a long boney finger at another skeleton that stands awkwardly beside him. It scratches the top of its head, looking over to its cohorts. Fibula and Patella. Standing next to them both is a homeless man, a victim of Lord Bonelord's power.

The four of them stand there uselessly, silent.

"You have failed me again, all of you! Especially you, Nigel, you who pride yourself on skin! Do you not see our beauty? We have transcended the needs of blood. The Skeleverse awaits us!"

The man turns his attention back to the T-Rex skeleton and smiles. "Patella! It is time you were something new. Come! Climb within our new friend, become... Ancient!"

Patella's feet clap against the cold floor, and with some help of levitation, enters the ribcage. Bones mould and reshape, and Patella and the Dinosaur become one. A true warrior, a danger of Lord Bonelord's growing army!

The MRD arrive then, flooding into the exhibition and taking aim. Lord Bonelord spins about and flourishes, the mummy-like wrappings that adorn his person floating in a nonexistent breeze.

"Begone! Your bones are weak! Pathetic! Not worthy of my time! I am the truest Skull, bow to me!"

Lord Bonelord collapses his hand into a fist, dry dead skin flaking off in sheets. The MRD who entered collapse to their knees, heads bowed in reverence.

An arrow enters Tibia's eyesocket and he turns to look at Lord Bonelord. High up on the balcony, a man in black and yellow stands perched, bow in hand.

"You dare strike my most loyal soldier! Fool! Behold, my Bonevision!" Lord Bonelord looks upon Golden Archer. Two off colour beams of energy pour from Lord Bonelord's eyes. And the man ossifies, turning to bone, forever stuck within his stupid pose.

"Join the exhibition, Archer! I hear it's... To die for! Mwahaha!"

Bonelord throws his closed hand to the side, shattering the skeletons of those MRD Agents who have been forced to bow to him.

"I am Lord Bonelord! I will not be denied, nyaaah!"

Will Lord Bonelord be bullied! Can hopeful heroes defy his devilish schemes? Find out, in the first exciting issue of... LORD BONELORD!