The Sons of Salem

“Boy, you should’ve seen me the first time I had the moss from the Field of Tentacles… no, it don’t bother me anymore. When you train your body up like I have, nothin’ bothers you anymore! Not to mention, I don’t got much feeling in my skin after that grease fire…”

Nan’ll tell anyone: you can walk off any injury with enough toughening up. Through mundane and magical poisonings, getting into the grit of moving the rusty circus equipment (lotsa skinny people in this crowd), and working in the kitchen conditions of her home world, Nan has gone through countless injuries and ailments. She knows how to keep at it.

The vampire within strengthens Leopold’s body and mind, allowing him to endure even the most excruciating pain without breaking. Wounds that would incapacitate others only fuel his determination, enabling him to fight, flee, or survive through sheer resilience.

The blows and wounds he has taken have visibly bruised his body, but there is no visible blood - and he does not appear to be injured or tired.

While wearing the mask over her face, the Kitsune blocks out all internal distractions and focuses her attention to the task at hand.

As a Candyman, one must be like all candies. And in the world of candy, no sweet is tougher than a Jawbreaker. It lasts for hours. Bismarck has learned to carry the mindset of one, and now resists his pain just the same as a Jawbreaker lasts in the mouth for hours. His gob-- or rather, his self-- cannot be stopped (Ha!). An autopsy or similar investigation reveals that his pastry brain has chunks of jawbreaker strewn about in it; a sort of cake-candy mixture. His skin, too, has tiny pieces of red, blue, and yellow color that are typically seen in jawbreakers.

The mobster's been through tougher scrapes than this. A few cuts and bruises won't stop them.