Real Name: Edward Montag

Alias: Salamander

Age: 39

Gender: Male

Place of Birth: Norfolk, VA

Occupation: Ex-Fireman, now a janitor at an elementary school.

Physical Appearance: Edward, or "Big Ed" as he was known at work, is a monster of a man, towering above most of his team at 6'3". He's bulky, with door-filling shoulders and a bit of a belly, easily weighing 250 lbs. Though he's not the fastest, he was the first one called to a heavy job, and usually the last one out. He dislikes shaving, and as a result often has a bit of dark black stubble on his face and neck. His face, slightly uneven from the occasional barfight, has a strong, jutting chin and a flat, bent nose. His eyes are blue and watery and his skin is surprisingly pale.

Costume:


The Salamander is decked in an old firefighting helmet, painted over with streaks of orange. Underneath, he wears a bright orange bandana over his mouth and neck, and welding goggles. He also wears a leather duster, haphazardly fitted with a few steel plates around the chest, and lifting gloves to provide rudimentary protection, as well as thick work boots. A crude image of a fire-breathing lizard is emblazoned on the back of his coat in the form of sewn-on strips of blaze orange cloth, which also ornaments his sleeves and the end of his jacket.

(Sorry, the idea was pretty good, but I couldn't find a good image to back it up.)

Skills: Taking enormous amounts of punishment, muscling through a situation with brute force, difficult to phase. He is less of a trained, artful worker and more of a blunt instrument, though he knows his way around doors, basic architectural knowledge (i.e., the stairs are probably this way, there might be a maintenance shaft over there...) and, of course, knowledge of how to both beat and use fire.

Equipment/Resources: He hefts around a 15 pound sledgehammer for close encounters, but it is normally hung, somewhat awkwardly, from a loop inside the coat. Rather than carry a gun, he has found his old hunting slingshot to be more than capable of downing most foes without grabbing so much attention, and ammo is much easier to come by in a pinch. Finally, he carries a zippo lighter and a few homemade explosives, though they have little more than shock effect.

Weaknesses: Edward is not particularly quick witted or creative, and he also has very little concern for himself: He has already had several close calls, putting himself in harm's way to attempt to protect idiotic bystanders. He can be fairly easily led along, because he has difficulty seeing much further than one or two steps ahead.

Base of Operation: The Salamander has taken up shelter in a long-forgotten drainage complex beneath a derelict factory that has been officially declared, "Condemned, Demolition Imminent" for the entire time he's lived in the apartments a few blocks over:

Biography: Edward never set out to be a masked defender of the public. He'd had an average upbringing in the suburbs outside of Norfolk, made it through school with average grades before going into training and becoming a firefighter, moving to Champion fresh out of high school. He got his own place, made friends, and settled down for what looked like an average healthy life. The job met the bills and paid for his comfortable house in the satellite communities outside of Champion.

Years went by. He met his wife-to-be at church, fell head over heels and had what she described as "a textbook courtship." Whether it was his dogged determination or something charming in his inability to see when he was out of his league, she fell for him too. They got married, had several years to themselves, and finally decided to have a kid. He would have had a son, Edward found out from the police. His wife's car had broken down in the city on her way home, and she had been robbed, presumably raped, and beaten to death. His entire world came to a halt.

Desperation replaced all of his previous hobbies and thought. Never a drinker before, he hit the bottle, hard and with a vengeance; anything to forget what he'd lost. Eventually, his friends from work tried to stage an intervention, causing a brawl that ended up with hospitalized firemen and Edward being cut from the force. He served a bit of time, but it left no impression. When he got out, he sold his old place, packed up a few keepsakes of his previous life, and settled for an apartment in the inner city. He found work as a janitor, but time had not washed over his injury, as his friends and family hoped.

It had hardened his sorrow into rage. Hearing reports of a supposed "Green Skull," he decided that it was high time someone took it to the scum who had robbed him of everything. Over the course of several months, he pieced together an arsenal and started a reign of terror in the blocks surrounding his apartment. Gangs found their men, legs smashed to jelly, weeping and bloody, tied to light-poles in plain sight. The occasional thug would turn up with severe internal trauma from dart-wounds. Once police bothered to turn up at the scene of a reported rape. The rapist was found, burnt to a crisp in the middle of what must have been a gasoline spill. The woman, when questioned, said that the rapist had "Tripped" and accidentally burnt himself to death. Residents of the neighborhood banded around the mysterious figure, and the few sightings that the police managed to gather all led nowhere, though the counter-thuggery shows no signs of slowing.

Real Name: Francis Gray

Alias: The Friend

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Place of Birth: Champion City

Occupation: Modern Arts Student in Local University

Physical Appearance:

He appears to be very skinny and slouches a lot, but it turns out he actually has quite a lean musculature, perfect for agility and swimming, and only slouches to make it seem like he is perpetually bored and indifferent. He has long unkempt oily black hair, from the complete lack of care put into it, and his skin is quite pale, to complete that "Basement dweller" look.

Costume: His costume is a complete 360 from his everyday glum appearance, however. First of all, his mask is a simple yellow smiley face. You know the one. It has a back part covering his hair, and is also in yellow. Additionally, he wears a yellow tracksuit, not unlike Bruce Lee, but on the front of the tracksuit top is yet another smiley face, as if the one covering his face is not enough. His gloves are actually just SWAT gloves spray-painted yellow, while his boots are thick black construction boots, perfect for rib-cracking, ass-kicking action! He has a pistol holstered on his left side for emergencies only, holsters for two cans of spray paint on his right, and a clip on his back that he can attach his spear to whenever he doesn't need it.

Skills: Really agile, and as such is quite good at parkour, and dodging attacks. He can use his spear quite well, but is no stranger to improvised weapon fighting either, and is able to utilise his environment effectively. He can also pick locks if need be, but prefers to kick doors down when he can.

Equipment/Resources: The Friend uses a glossy black metal spear as his weapon of choice, which has secret compartments in the end to hold smoke pellets and tiny canisters of mace. He also carries two cans of spray paint (Yellow and Black) to paint his calling card all over the city, just so the bad guys know who to fear.

Weaknesses: Really terrible with a gun. Like REALLY terrible. It should be stressed that the gun holstered to his side is to be used for emergencies ONLY, and even then, he'd much rather have someone else use the gun than him. In addition, while he may have been bullied a lot when he was younger, he can't really take much of a beating due to his small frame.

Base of Operation: The rooftop of his dormitory, since people hardly go up there. He keeps an inconspicuous crate up there in which his equipment is kept.

Biography: Francis was born in the suburbs of Champion City, to a loving family, in a lovely home in a lovely neighborhood, and all was well. Of course, that is not really the case, because why would that make an interesting backstory for a vigilante? His path to vigilantism began when his parents divorced when he was 12 years old. His mother won custody of him, but she had to move into the city, since his dad was indeed the breadwinner in the family, and as such, was the one who could afford to live in a lovely neighborhood. Francis's life from then on was a struggle, as his mom resorted to heavy drinking, trying to cope with the stress of living in the city, working for minimum wage in order to support herself, her impending drinking problem, and of course, her son who she now had to take care of. Francis himself ended up in an inner city middle school and eventually high school, where he had to learn to defend himself against the cesspool where future gang members were raised in an inadequate educational setting. It was at the age of fifteen when Francis decided that he would dedicate his life to making Champion City into something other than a shithole, something reminiscent of the lovely suburbs where he was raised. He decided he would rid the city of scum like goddamn Steven Trimble stop shoving my face into the dirt my face isnt supposed to go there you fucking asshole.
He began to create an introverted secret identity, which was quite easy as he never really made friends in school anyway, and put up barriers around himself so that people would begin to ignore him. Most people would stop trying right there, but for Francis, this was the beginning. He spent all of his free time training himself on the rooftop of his apartment building, and he knew his mother wouldn't care because by then, booze became her life; yet another reason for Francis to hate the scum of the city. At the age of 18, he enrolled in University to "study" modern arts, when he was really just there because the assignments were just as simple as "Find a bunch of crap, call it art, and submit it." ((Apologies to any modern arts students out there)). He moved out of the house to make it easier on his mom since she wouldn't need to work to support him anymore, and thus, Francis accepted the burden of STUDENT DEBT (Although he would be able to pay it back with money stolen from criminals).
Modern Art School actually became quite useful to him as one of his first assignments happened to involve metalwork. He fashioned a spear for himself, submitted it, and that very evening decided that he would begin his crusade, by stealing his own spear from the university's art room. Stealing is not a great start to a life of fighting crime, but I digress.
His first few outings as a vigilante were quite confusing to him, as he believed he looked exactly like the criminals he was fighting, since he wore a hoodie with a bandana over his mouth. He began to feel like he was no different to the scum of the city, and was almost ready to give up, until he heard about the Green Skull, who gave him hope, and an idea as to how he could make himself not look like a dirtbag criminal. He purchased a blank metal mask on the internet (With eyeholes, obviously), and he painted it with a smiley face, just to make sure people would NEVER guess that glum, brooding, Francis Gray was actually The Friend. This was also a persona that expressed his true desire, friendship, and how he must sacrifice such a burden for the sake of the city. Hopefully The Friend would meet other like-minded individuals, and Francis Gray would finally be able to have friends and a life in a newly reformed Champion City, free of crime.

Real Name: Mikhail Boris

Alias: The Ghost

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Place of Birth: Moscow, Russia

Occupation: Factory worker

Physical Appearance:


Costume: Note that the mask is worn with a black zip up leather jacket along with black leather pants and black combat boots.


Skills:
- Amazing at hand to hand combat.
- Knows how to handle a knife in combat, well.
- Knows how to use the environment around him as an advantage.

Equipment/Resources:
-A tough metal in parts of his leather gloves.
-Two 7 inch knives with a gut hook.

Weaknesses: Ranged weaponry is not his thing. He also tends to have flashbacks of his past.

Base of Operation: A storage container in a storage lot.

Biography: Mikhail was born and somewhat raised on the outskirts of Moscow, Russia. His life was decent, but it didn't stay like that for long. His father was part of the Spetsnaz and his mother was just a nurse. Whenever Mikhail's father was home, he would teach him techniques used in the Spetsnaz for hand to hand combat. This would be done from age 7 to age 9. Then, a mission his father was on would go wrong and his father would be lost forever. Mikhail decided that he would join the Spetsnaz when he was old enough. However, his mother did not want him to suffer the same fate his father did. With that being said, his mother decided that they would move to the US when he was 10. Mikhail tried to put up an argument as to why they shouldn't leave. Of course this failed and they were on the boat over to the US within the next month. Mikhail would start learning English on the boat over to the US.

As soon as they arrived to the US, Mikhail's mother landed a job as a nurse in the local hospital. Most nights she would be unable to come home, and Mikhail was left home alone to do school work and make his own dinner. Mikhail knew that this wouldn't last long and that he wouldn't have to worry about his mother anymore. What he didn't know, was that his mother would end up in a head-on collision with a drunk driver. At age 11, Mikhail had no family and was placed in foster care. His life seemed to start heading downhill because of this. The kids at his school would make fun of him for his accent or for being in foster care. This ultimately led to Mikhail getting suspended for a few days because he, as he put it, "committed an act of violence" or something similar to this. His foster parents were rude to him as well, which also put pressure on him from home life.

At age 18, Mikhail quickly moved in to an apartment and began working in a factory just outside of the city. He never got his drivers license so public transportation was often the only way to get to his job. He has been working here for a while and the recent crime has really got him on edge. He wants to get out of the city and go to college to have a normal life. He then realized that this crime was probably his calling. He immediately got to work on a costume after hearing of Green Skull and figured out the perfect mask. He came up with an outfit and a small armory of his. The difference between him and many other of these vigilantes was the name. Mikhail didn't give himself a name, instead, the people gave a name to him.

Real Name: Alexander Nightly

Alias: Bo

Age: 15

Gender: Male

Place of Birth: Texas

Occupation: School/Student

Physical Appearance: Alex is a brown skinned boy small (5' 6"). With an average build. He is skinny but makes up for it with his muscular tone. He has a rather slim physique to the rest of his body. He has curly hair that slightly curls over his eyes and also a smooth face and still appears to have not started growing much facial hair.

Costume:

Along with that he wears a dark red track jacket with a black undershirt. He also wears black cargo pants with dark athletic red boots. He also wears weighted (6lbs.) red wristbands and tape around his hand and fingers.

Skills:
-Advanced Martial arts and Staff training
-Skilled in scaling buildings and basic parkour.
-Quick and agile
-A drive to improve and learn from others

Equipment/Resources:
-A hard metal black staff which is light weighted but still hard enough to hurt can split into two half halves which can be used to take on several enemies.
-Special goggles that can sense heat signatures around a 20 feet distance.
-A utility belt equipped with four throwing knives, and one prototype smoke grenade

Weaknesses:
-He is easily offended and gets carried away sometimes
-He does not think plan through and usually trusts in his own skill
-Is lightweight and can be easily picked up by any wrestler types
-Cannot stand being in small spaces

Base of Operation: Garage

Biography: Alexander lived a normal nerdy life most of his childhood. Unlike others who played outside he spent most of his times reading comics and training. Sometimes he'd spend hours in his garage lifting and training to be a superhero one day. Although Alex was helpful and kind his brother was the opposite. His brother was a member of the masked gang that would go around causing havoc in the neighborhood. After being arrested his brother made a call to his family in jail to tell everyone what had happened. Before leaving he left one last message to his younger brother "Don't be like me..." Those word echoed as Alex spent endlessly hanging upside down from a pull up bar doing sit-up.

At the age of fourteen, Alex finally built the courage to go and finally be like the superheroes he always read about. He mostly settled with busting petty hoodlums. A year later Alex's persona spread throughout the neighborhood and schools and he finally felt like a real hero.

Real Name: Akara Shi'Nise

Alias: Ninja

Age: 31

Gender: Male

Place of Birth: Tokyo, Japan

Occupation: Benihana's Restaurant Chef (The one that cooks in front of you)

Physical Appearance: 5'4", 140 pounds of lean muscle. Black hair kept clean and well maintained, pulled into a ponytail at the top of the back of the head, the ponytail reaches the middle of his back. If his hair is ever let down, the hair will reach to the small of his back. Jade green eyes. A tattoo that covers his entire back of a Gold Dragon, the tail sweeping across his right and resting at his navel, the head resting on his left shoulder, and the wings wrapping themselves around his left side and right shoulder. Numerous battle scars, but they are all light because he takes care of each wound medicinally

Costume: Stereotypical Ninja Suit, complete with full head and face mask. From the top down, there are two tantos (Japanese knives) in a shoulder holster under each arm. A pair of razor sharp katanas strapped to his back (Which is atypical of Ninja, who use the ninja-to). Two throwing knives strapped to his wrists. Four 6-point shuriken hidden in his belt. Two combat knives strapped one to each thigh. Two throwing knives hidden in each soft boot (yes, that's 4).

Skills: Melee Combat, thrown weapons, and stealth. He definitely knows how to cook, but that's not wholly useful in combat. Swimming, non-electronic Breaking and Entering, and mimicry. Languages known are Japanese, Cantonese, Mandarin, Korean, and English.

Equipment/Resources: For equipment, see the costume section. Resources, he makes some decent tips at Benihana's restaurant (If you've never heard of it, google it. Neat restaurant). He doesn't expend a lot of resources when he does his vigilante stuffs, so he doesn't need a rich billionaire wife or anything. Has two different motorcycles: one for everyday life and one for Ninja.

Weaknesses: He has a major disdain for ranged weapons, other than thrown weapons like daggers or shuriken. So, if you catch him from afar, then you've got him at a major disadvantage. His other major flaw is his loyalty, if you get it, then it's permanent. He will attempt to move the heavens and earth to ensure the safety and well-being of those he is loyal to.

Personality: Extremely disciplined. Everyone gets verbal respect, even if they've shown they don't deserve it. He is slow to acquire friends, but when he does, they become like part of his family, and you don't mess with his family. The same goes for enemies, slow to acquire them, but once you're an enemy, your story has a definite ending. Either acquaintance or friend, if you show aptitude or skill in something, he assumes you don't need help unless you ask. He feels that guns are the weapons of the weak, and that getting up close and personal is the only good way of winning a fight. He has a twisted sense of honor, not fully the code of the Bushido (Samurai) and not fully the ways of the Ninja, but somewhere in between. When he gives his word, he will do most anything to keep it, so he gives it rarely.

Base of Operation: He lives in the Japantown part of Champion City, and he works out of the personal garage that comes with the apartment.

Biography: Akara comes from a long line of Ninja, or so he has been told. The community he grew up in was his family, so he doesn't know who his actual mother and father are, but everyone in the community was instilled with a sense of family for everyone else. Since he could walk, he's been trained in martial arts, learning how to evade, and learning the weapons that would define his craft. At the age of 3, he started learning with wooden weapons, but by the age of 5, he knew nothing but live ones. His life in the community was not one of diversion, but a hard one of trickery, deception, and combat.
Through the early part of his life, from the age of 9 when he took his first mission, to the age of 14, he was very active in his family and community. He lived for the people there, devoting his life to their cause. And it was just that, 'their' cause. He never quite adopted the ideals of being a mercenary. By the age of 14, he finally realized that he didn't want to be an assassin for hire to the highest bidder. That just wasn't his way any more. So, he took a mission into greater Tokyo and botched it up on purpose. He got himself arrested, which is a write-off offense in his community. You get caught, there's no coming home. You're also expected to 'forget' about where you came from. Any sign of breaking your loyalty will get you killed.
He finally got out of prison at the age of 20, having finished his schooling in prison. He bounced from job to job, learning the ways of cooking and eventually landing a job as a chef's assistant when he was 24. For two years, he absorbed everything that the chef would and could teach him, so he attempted to strike it out on his own, which failed miserably. So, he decided to head to America, where opportunities were more abundant. Like his job career, he bounced from city to city until he finally landed a job at Benihana's in Champion City as a chef. During the last few years, he has mastered his art of being a chef and has become that restaurant's Lead Chef.
Two years ago, his girlfriend and he got engaged. They celebrated with a few drinks and decided to walk back to their apartment together. On the way home, they were mugged by at least a dozen people (Akara could have been seeing double due to their celebrating). This led him to be attacked and pinned down by three men, then hog-tied with a rope around his head being forced to watch. They then proceeded to enjoy his fiancee, taking turns until they had their fill of her. The damage was extensive enough to cause her death before the ambulances arrived.
The police said that nothing could be done, because if you can't identify the men, then you can't convict them. After a few months, the investigation was dropped. This sent Akara over the edge. So he began to go patrolling in his old outfit. The Ninja was born. Over the course of the last year and a half, Akara believes that he's gotten his fiancee's rapists, but he's realized that they are just the tip of the iceberg. More work needs to be done.

Real Name: Ken Hygal

Alias: Deatho

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Place of Birth: Champion City

Occupation:
Thief / Vigilante

Costume:

Skills:
Wall-jumping, lock-picking, slightly heightened awareness, evasive maneuvering

Equipment/Resources:
Nightstick
Switchblade
Blinding Gas Pellets

Weaknesses:
Isn't the best hand-to-hand combatant.

Base of Operation:
Junkyard Shed

Biography:
Raised in his uncles junkyard, Ken had a rough upbriging in his younger days. Late at night- he'd always be kept awake by the warring gang factions and strangely enough found himself fascinated. By 17 he dropped out of highchool and began to thieve off old people for recreation. On one of his nights out, a gang of hoodlums broke into the junkyard and shot his uncle down- robbing the yard of its highest paying parts. Devastated from the loss, Ken vowed to clean the streets in honor of his fallen uncle and quickly adopted the alias of Deatho.

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Real Name: Greg Baldling

Alias: L33T

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Place of Birth: Champion city

Occupation: cashier at Burger King

Physical Appearance: He has whiskers that are fairly short but obviously noticeable with a soft looking face and brown eyes. His hair is dark brown and usually un-kept along with being greasy a lot of the time. He is a little over weight but not by a whole lot.

Costume: His costume is bright crimson red vest that's over a bullet proof vest. Underneath he wears a dark red striped shirt with long sleeves with stripes also going down the arms to a pair of dark red gloves. He wears pants similar in design to his shirt along with black sneakers. For a mask he wears a bright crimson red ski mask with one eye hold for both eyes, a mouth hole and a cut out nose hole. On the back of his vest he has a red three painted on it.

Skills:
Building is his forte. He is an amazing builder and can build a whole array of gadgets and nick knacks.
He is also skilled in the way of hacking and programming in quite a few programming languages.
He doesn't have any fighting experience but he has a lot of pent up rage which makes him a force to be reckoned with.

Equipment/Resources: At his L33T cave Greg has a high power computer allowing him discreet access into the governments servers and allowing him to remotely use government equipment such as cameras or traffic lights. He has a few bulky watch looking things that allow him to communicate with whomever is wearing one via speaker and also allows him to assess an array of gadgets in the watch such as hidden cameras, Short range EMP pulses, USB port and drive for data storage and transference and a load of other things.
Lastly he has a crimson red motorcycle.

Weaknesses:
-Social skills are not his forte. He is either going to be very shy or to mood swingy for anyone to be able to talk to him for long.
-He doesn't have a whole lot in the way of actual self defence. He'd likely be taken down by higher up goons.
-He isn't in top physical condition by any means of the word. He would probably run out of breath by running a block.

Base of Operation: His apartment in champion city that he called the 'leet cave'

Biography: Greg had a fairly normal upbringing, no psyche damaging family murder or trained from birth to be an assassin none of that stuff but at the same time he isn't an unlikely hero in his own accord. Greg grew up reading comic books and wishing with all his might to be one himself with super powers and the type. Since super powers weren't very practical Greg went for the next best thing and began studying books and such so that he could essentially construct his own iron man armour but he was no rich guy so the process was going pain staking and slow. After the emerge of the original super heroes Greg couldn't wait any longer and decided to become a even more practical hero and began using his learnt programming and tinkering skills to turn his apartment (that his parent bought for him when he was young to ensure he always had a place to stay) into his very own bat cave of sorts. He then made a costume for when he did have to leave his apartment to go out bringing the pain to the villains which didn't happen often mind you. Now that he's a hero he's been trying to get into better shape and is saving up more money to work on his iron man like suit that he started a while back.

Real Name: Isam Hajjar
Alias: Oneshot
Age: 23
Gender: Male

Place of Birth: Dowlat Yar, Afghanistan

Occupation: Government hired agent

Skills:
Very capable with a gun.
Hand-to-hand and knife fighting skills aren't too shabby either.
He's good at reading people, and knowing the truth when he sees it. It used to be his job.

Equipment/Resources:
Has access to a wide array of weapons, though most aren't his.
Combat knife
Brass knuckles

Weaknesses: Cultural barriers would probably be his biggest.

He speaks four languages: Arabic, Kurdish, Portuguese, and English. That said, English is his fourth language, and sometimes it shows. He still has a very noticeable, but comprehensible, accent; he sometimes gets words and phrases mixed up; and he often pronounces names and words wrong. Contractions still throw him for a loop; the fact that "willn't" isn't a legitimate word boggles him.

Base of Operation: His apartment

Appearance:
Isam is 5'7", and has a muscular build. His skin is a medium brown, his eyes a dark brown, and his hair black. His hair is curly, shoulder length, and usually kept back in a pony tail while he's working. Isam has facial hair that varies depending on how he feels like shaving it that day. It grows back fairly quick. Same can be said for the rest of his body.


Costume: Desert camo army pants, bullet vest worn under black tactical gear, and a military helmet

Other: Isam is a bit more comfortable with killer and/or maiming his targets than most. It's something he's done his whole life, and has grown unpleasantly used to it. That said, most of his targets are mass murderers, or at least plan to be, so maybe it's justified.

Biography:

Isam was born and raised in Afghanistan, in a small village in the desert. His mother was his only living relative, his father having been killed in war. When he was just a child, barely 12 years old, soldiers stormed through his village and took every man old enough to hold a weapon. He was forced to enlist in the military, to fight for the Taliban. His training consisted of 14 hour days and 3 more hours of war propaganda films. He was constantly preached to about the evils of the Western world, and how their soldiers deserved no mercy. He was told that some day, he would give his life and make his country proud. That was what he had to live for.

Isam began as a foot soldier. He was handed a gun and sent out into the desert along with the troops, in the rage of battle, and fought. He began killing enemy soldiers about the time most American children start middle school. He became good at it; his aim improved, and his conscience slowly became less present. When Isam was 15, he learned how to torture a man.

He was the only recruit in his platoon that spoke English, having learned when he first joined the military. He was taken to an American soldier that had been captured, and told to get information from him. Isam had been scared, queasy, and he hated himself for it when he was done, but he got what he needed. It wasn't the last time he was used to interrogate enemies.

When Isam was 18, he began to see through all the propaganda brainwash and saw the type of people he associated himself with. Something happened that changed his mind about the Taliban, to make him hate them. After this event, Isam found it hard to live with the terrible things he'd done, but he wasn't brave enough to off himself. So instead, he began a long walk into the desert. He carried no supplies, no food, no water; he didn't plan on coming back.

Isam was found two days later by an American convoy. He was still alive, if just barely. The soldiers loaded him onto a Humvee that was carrying three other prisoners, and one soldier tended to his wounds and dehydration. He was taken to an American military camp with the three other prisoners and held there while the soldiers tried to get useful information out of them. Isam expected torture, pain, and humiliation, but it never came. His captors treated their prisoners with respect: acknowledging them as human beings, and treating them as such. Still, he wasn't dumb enough to let them know he spoke English.

About two weeks after his capture, the camp was stormed by Taliban fighters. Isam managed to get free, and freed the other prisoners as well, but he couldn't find it in himself to fight for the Taliban again. Instead, he chose to help the Americans. When the battle was over, the Americans victorious, Isam requested that he be sent to the United States, as he was now a traitor to his country and would be killed if he stuck around.

When he arrived in the States, he agreed to work with the FBI as an intel and infiltration man. He knew of several terrorist cells operating in the US, and he could get in and help destroy them from the inside. However, Isam soon learned that American law enforcement, the FBI included, was bound by many tedious and aggravating rules. They had to wait for warrants, they had to find justified cause for investigation, ect. Eventually, Isam got tired of it and began taking matters into his own hands. He used the information and resourced he got from the government to go after and destroy the terrorists before the FBI even got a warrant. Of course, vigilantism is never encourage, and if he was caught, he would be held accountable. However, it seems that the feds have managed to turn a blind eye to Oneshot's activities.

Isam has been working for the FBI since he was 19, and has had a good four years to adjust to life in the States. However, the cultural shock never seems to end.

Real Name: Tyler Black

Alias: Reaper

Age: 31

Gender: Male

Place of Birth: Champion City

Occupation: Car shop owner/Street racer

Physical Appearance:


Costume:


Skills:
- Mixed martial arts training;
- Firearms training;
- Good mechanic;
- Talented driver.

Equipment/Resources:
- Taurus PT1911 .45ACP with custom VZ Green Canvas grips.
- Black KA-BAR combat knife.
- 8-round magazines for his 1911. He usually carries 2 or 3 of these.
- Kevlar tactical vest.
- A balaclava to cover his head with, as well as a set of black leather gloves.
Tyler also has a couple of other weapons in the basement of his car shop, but the one's mentioned above are the one's he uses the most.

Weaknesses: Tyler has the habit of getting involved without having a plan. He prefers to make up as he goes along, and while that has proven to be a good thing for him, it also got him in trouble sometimes. There are also times when he can get over confident and thinks that he can take on anyone regardless of their size or numbers. Because of that he often found himself fighting guys bigger and stronger then him and even multiple foes at once. If it wasn't for his weapons, that actually kill, instead of just incapacitate, then maybe he wouldn't be alive today.

Base of Operation: The basement of his car shop.

Biography: Born and raised in Champion City, Tyler is the son of former 2 time NASCAR champion Jeffrey Black. Because of his father's occupation, Tyler developed a huge passion for cars and dreamed of becoming a NASCAR racer like his father. That dream was shattered at the age of 15 when Tyler's father died in a horrible crash that took place during a race. After that Tyler didn't want to become a NASCAR racer anymore, but the passion for cars remained strong. Tyler tried to move on with his life but times became hard, especially since his mother started drinking heavily and Tyler rarely could rely on her for anything because most of the time she was drunk. But despite that he managed to finish high school with success and even learn some mixed martial arts and how to use guns, mostly for self protection, because the streets became more and more dangerous.

One year after he finished college Tyler befriended a man that was organising street races. The man hired Tyler at his car shop as a mechanic and taught him everything he needed to know about cars. Sure, Tyler already knew some things but it wasn't enough. The man also introduced Tyler to the world of street racing but after his first race, which Tyler lost, the man decided to teach Tyler a few things about driving. Tyler's driving skills improved and he started winning race after race, earning the nicknames of Bullet and 9mm because of his speed and driving style. Two years ago, after some of his friends were literally executed by some thugs from a gang, combined with the total uselessness of the police, Tyler decided to take matters into his own hands. He forged an outfit, bought weapons using his father's money and became a vigilante, protecting the innocent and delivering death to those that deserve it.

Criminals, thiefs, rapists, gangsters, Tyler decided to punish them all. And on the body of every one he killed he left a picture of the Grim Reaper, thus earning the nickname of Reaper. Of course no one said it was gonna be easy as Tyler almost got killed many times and often found himself in dangerous situations that he barely got out of. But the suffering continued. Three months after he started his vigilante career, Tyler's boss, the car shop owner and street racing organiser that taught Joe everything he knows about cars and driving was killed after he was attacked by some gangsters on motorcycles that fired Uzi submachineguns on his car. After the man's death, Tyler took over his car shop and also became head of the man's street racing crew, which are also employees at the shop.
Other:
- The Grim Reaper picture that Tyler always leaves behind after each kill looks like this.
- Tyler's car shop

Real Name: Charlie Flin
Alias: Con

Age: 22

Gender:Male

Place of Birth: Chicago

Occupation:Salesman

Physical Appearance:

Costume: Tends to vary mission to mission, but if he is being himself, he wears a pale white mask that covers his full face and full plain black outfit

Skills: Incredible liar and actor, good at reading people and deep psychological and sociological knowledge. Good with disguises . Decent fighter

Equipment/Resources: A large assortment of clothes, a number of contacts throughtout the city that have helped in cons, and others from being a salesman. Also has a pistol in dire situations

Weaknesses: Not the strongest physical fighter. His web of lies sometimes get him caught in trouble

Base of Operation:Basement of an abandoned home owned by an alias

Biography:Charlie was born into a single parent home. With only a weak willed mom in his life, he became pretty accustomed to having things this way. This resulted in a bit of a complex, where he will even cause people to suffer for him to get his way. However, upon reaching elementry school, he found teachers and fellow students weren't as easy to get on his side. Wanting his way, he began to study people, and learned that instead of throwing a fit or crying like many kids, he could talk like normal and thorw a couple lies around with a smile, and people accepted it a lot easier. After realizing this, he spent his school years practicing and developed a strong ability to lie, and also got very good at reading people and how people react to different actions.

After graduation high school, he became a salesman, an easy profession for someone of his skills. However, at nineteen, he found his mom was selling things she owned, and seemed a bit panicked about things. Over the next month, he found out his mom had been pulled into a long con, and fell into a huge debt, to the point of suicide. Upset that someone would try and con his mom, feeling that he should be the only one to do that, he sought out of the person who conned his mom, a crooked politicain and his cronies. Using the skills he spent most of his life developing, he managed to con the man into a confession, get him arrested, and take some of his cash as a reward.

Charlie found he had enjoyed this act of heroism more than he expected. He began seeking out other targets similar to the politician, conning con artist, earning him the name, the con, and giving him a bit of a reputation throughout Champion City. He devloped some alter egos, allowing him to purchase property with no connection to him, and set up a home away from home to act as his base, and spent a large amount of time building a network throughout the city for info. Now, he continues to act as a simple salesman, while working on conning any con or villain that he hears of.

Real Name: Roger Bowden

Alias: Spectre (Leader of The Fallen criminal organization)

Age: 47

Gender: Male

Place of Birth: Champion City

Occupation: Champion City Police Chief

Physical Appearance: Roger stands at an even six feet, and weighs 175 pounds. His eyes are coal-black, and his hair, though cropped short, thick and dark brown. He has started to go grey, only partially on his head, but more so with his beard, always cut under an inch but still quite visible. He used to be quite strong in his youth, and although echoes of that strength still remain with him, Roger is not as fit as he used to be. However, he has maintained a fairly muscular build which, coupled with his height and demeanor, mark him as quite the imposing figure.

Costume: Black three-piece suit with a black leather jacket instead of a suit coat, dress shoes, blood-red tie, black mask in the shape of a skull (which is worn by all members of The Fallen gang)

Skills:
Advanced knowledge of firearms, especially handguns
Extensive experience with the city, resulting in a heightened knowledge of Champion City and her people
Penchant for and ability to lead others, which has earned him both his position as Police Chief, and his title as leader of The Fallen

Equipment/Resources:
Personal Equipment
Voice alteration technology built into his mask
Lightweight bullet-proof vest beneath his suit; enough to stop small-calibre bullets, though the impact is still going to hurt like hell
Smith & Wesson Model 27 handgun; black, 6 shot revolver, 6" barrel
Smith & Wesson Executive series pocket knife
The Fallen Resources
CCPD: Though there are still many among Champion City's finest who have not gone crooked, Chief Bowden has established an extensive network of officers and personnel willing to aid The Fallen, for a price. For many, their orders are simply to ignore The Fallen's criminal activities, and to aggressively pursue other criminal competitors
The Fallen: The gang itself has accrued from its operations a plethora of wealth and resources, which are at the Spectre's disposal. Currently, The Fallen is comprised of eighty-five members, has a small fleet of vehicles, and controls four safehouses, two fronts (a bar on the North side of town, and a auto repair shop near the Center), and the Warehouse, which is heavily guarded and serves as their Base of Operations

Weaknesses:
Age: Roger is forty-seven and, although fit for his age, simply will not last long in a hand-to-hand fight, or in any task that requires the endurance of a twenty-something man.
Reputation: Chief Bowden's name, face and position are common knowledge around Champion City. Were it ever discovered that the man whose job it was to keep the city safe also ran one of the most influential gangs in the region, Roger would lose everything.

Base of Operation: Police-requisitioned Warehouse in the industrial part of town, six blocks away from CCPD Headquarters

Biography: Roger Bowden wasn't always crooked. But then again, most aren't. But to truly understand one of the most influential men in Champion City, one must know his beginnings.

Bowden was born and raised in inner C-City, and attended public school. His parents were by no means wealthy, and struggled to keep he and his younger sister fed. Roger was brilliant, yet in school he appeared merely average. His grades would be dragged down by stacks of blank homework assignments, only to be salvaged at the last moment by a perfect test score. Indeed, Roger could have moved mountains, had he even the slightest ambition to begin pushing.

This all changed when, at the age of twenty-three, his teenage sister was murdered by a small-time gang operating around city center by the name of the 5th Street Kings. She wasn't dealing with them, and she didn't owe them money; she was simply in the wrong place, at the wrong time. So the Kings took her out. That was when Roger joined the Champion City Police Department. For over fifteen years, he worked his way up the ladder - first it was Officer Bowden, then Detective, then Sergeant. He shot through the ranks, as his intellect and cunning finally found the drive they needed. He was going to rid the city of the filth that killed his sister. And, finally at the age of forty, Roger made it to a point where he believed he could make a difference.

He was sorely mistaken. Confined to a desk at CCPD Headquarters, he soon realized just how little influence the police had. Then, the gangs began to emerge. Initially, he tried to fight them. Then, he came up with a better plan. Roger began to establish a network - trusted co-workers, local players, and other lowlifes he had previously encountered during his career as a cop. Once his crew was established, he made sure that a personal wrong was righted. The Kings received a necklace on their doorstep - belonging to Roger's sister. The next day, Roger returned to pick up the necklace. He opened the door to find the heads of each and every member of the 5th Street Kings lined neatly on the table of their hideout. Each one had been mutilated across the forehead, each with a word, to spell out "This Is What Happens To Those Who Cross The Fallen". His crew had done their job. He reasoned that if he couldn't stop the criminals entirely, he could at least make sure the right person was in charge of the underground. The right person being himself, of course. He started The Fallen with strict rules put in place. They would never deal in human trafficking. They would never extort the lower class for money. And they would never deal drugs on school grounds, or to children. Originally, Roger also wanted to ensure that no civilian would ever be harmed like his sister had. However over the years, with a witness here or a 'freelance journalist' there, he soon realized this was impossible. Greed, and power began to overtake him, as The Fallen became less about bringing order to crime, and more about reaping the benefits. And Bowden has prospered, to say the least.