Character you have created: Sean Doyle
Alias: Mr.Bipolar
Speech Color: Deep Pink
Character Alignment: New Villain
Identity: At the moment, he is keeping his identity a secret.
Character Personality: On the outside, Sean appears to be an ordinary human being. Just some guy who prefers to keep to himself. He hardly ever intended to any parties, public school events and what have you. He only ever spends his time in his room, reading books and jotting things down in his little notebook.
He enjoys reading fantasy novels whenever he isn't reading about crime families and the mob. His favorite happens to be The Game Of Thrones series by George R. R. Martin. He enjoys drinking cappuccinos and listening to opera music for the angelic voices of the singers.
On the inside, however, is an entirely different story. The man is a vengeful monster who forgets nothing, doesn't matter what it is if it affects him poorly and if you're involved, you will pay for it, eventually.
Despite this, he would never directly harm or murder a child. He finds that their innocent beings do not deserve such a fate. He will be willing to use these children to have leverage on their parents or people that care about them, of course. However, he would never plan on killing them.
Uniform/costume: His uniform isn’t the flashiest compare to the other villains that roam in this realm. It simply consists of a black canvas double-breasted vest with a vintage red puffy necktie tucked within and underneath the vest contains a fine white dress shirt, he is also wearing nice black dress pants. The most bizarre addition to his attire, however, is the mask he wears.
Origin Info/Details: Born under the infamous crime boss of Ireland, Conor Doyle. Sean lived a normal childhood despite his father’s profession. He went to a pleasant enough school, nobody ever tried to give him any trouble, though the reason for that is probably obvious enough. Everything appeared to be normal, besides armed bodyguards following Sean but didn't complain. Now, people might wonder that due to his father’s work, the relation between them might be a bit shaky. Turns out, however, this is completely false. Sean loves his father and his father loves him. They can be seen spending time with each other from every so often, whenever the father was no longer busy running his criminal empire. They can usually be found eating out at their favorite restaurants, going to the opera house located in Wexford, relaxing on the beautiful beaches that one can discover near Havana, Cuba. Despite the life that his father lived, and a few assassinations attempts here and there, everything was going well in Sean's life.
Until, of course, the day his father was betrayed. It happened so suddenly, one moment he was sleeping and the next Sean was in his father's arms as they raced through the hallways of their home. The child gazed into the eyes of his father, all he can see was dread and sorrow. They rushed down into the house cellar, where his father opened a secret passageway that would lead then lead them to the sewers. There, a motorboat rested upon the shit infested waters, with the captain waiting steadily for them both... at least that is what Sean had thought, moments before his father explained that it would be best if they parted ways for now. Despite Sean's objections, his father stayed behind.
Years passed since that fateful night. Thanks to the help of the few men who were still loyal to Doyle's family, Sean was able to flee to America, where he now resides in a pawnshop belonging to his uncle in Lost Haven. Sean lived out most of his life there in silence, rarely talking to anyone, including his uncle. People hardly see him outside of his room except when he is forced to attend school and while he was out drinking coffee at his favorite cafe. He simply spent most of his day studying and plotting. He desired to seek retribution on those who parted him from his father, those who took away everything he had. Then, he and his father will rule Ireland once more.
At the age of 21 while helping out his uncle stock the shelves with new items that were sold to them that day, Sean discovered an odd looking mask. He was unable to keep his eyes off of it, it was like he was under a curse. Even when his uncle shouted at him to stop staring at the damn thing. Even while away, he can still see it in his mind, he can feel it calling for him. One night, he was no longer able to resist its temptation. Falling to its seduction, he sneaked the strange mask into his room, marveling at its design before finally putting it on.
It was a strange experience, upon contact he could feel the mask latch onto his skin like a parasite. He felt an energy surge throughout his body, though besides that he didn't feel any different, nothing was changed. It wasn't until experimenting much later that he was able to discover that the mask grants him the ability to manipulate one's emotions. Sean spent the next several months practicing these abilities on his poor now deceased uncle, discovering that he can control the intensity of each emotion his victims can handle.
Hero Type: Normal
Power Level: City
Powers: Emotion manipulation: Thanks to the strange properties of the mask that he wears, Mr.Bipolar is capable of not only controlling the emotion of whoever he touches with his own bare hands but also the intensity of said emotion. The duration of the effect all depends on how long Mr.Bipolar was in contact with his target. For example, a simple tap on the wrist will cause the effect to last about a minute. A longer hold will multiply that duration by 3 for every five seconds that he is in contact with the victim.
Attributes (Select one at each category):
Height: 5’7”
Weight: 133 lbs
Strength Level: Normal Human
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Normal Human
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Normal Human
Agility: Normal Human
Intelligence: Average
Fighting Skill: Untrained
Resources:
Weight: 133 lbs
Strength Level: Normal Human
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Normal Human
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Normal Human
Agility: Normal Human
Intelligence: Average
Fighting Skill: Untrained
Resources:
Weaknesses: Besides his supernatural ability, he is still a human. A bully through the skull, a knife to the heart or anything else like that, will kill him.
Supporting Characters:
- Freddy Fisher: Some guy Sean was able to befriend at a local bar. He is the one who provided Mr.Bipolar with extra muscle power.
Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: Sure do!
Sample Post: "What the hell were you thinking!"
A yell echoed throughout the 5th floor of the apartment complex. Within room 515, Sean paced back and forth in a rather small living/kitchen area. Hell, the entire apartment is rather small. It was the cheapest one he was willing to purchase, not wanting to waste much of his inheritance he gained after the death of his uncle.
He ran his fingers through his caramel like air as he takes in a deep, shaky, breath before looking at the smartphone held firmly in his right hand. Wishing that possessed the ability to reach inside and strangle the person he is speaking to. Instead, he simply exhaled.
"Look-" he stopped himself, just realizing how loud he was talking. In a quiet and gentle tone, he continued "Look, you cannot just invite someone that I don't even know into this operation of ours as if it was some kind of a party! Especially without consulting me."
Sean adjusted his stance a bit, placing his empty hand on his waist before turning around to look outside. Just like the rest of this building, the view was shit. All he can see is a billboard advertising a new burger that contains 7 burger patties, how charming.
"I don't care if he can shoot a gun! Anyone can shoot a damn gun! Even a child if you're stupid enough to give them one! I ca- What?" he paused to listen before pinching the bridge of his nose as he wanders over to the kitchen counter. Looking down at the schematics of the Blood Haven's Bank. He took note of all the exits and guard placements, plus any other important info.
"No, he can stay. I don't want to run the risk of him ratting us out. However, if he dies on the job, or rat us out anyways... it is on you."
And with that, he hung up on the stupid bastard. Letting out a sigh he looked over the schematic once more. He was nervous, he doesn't want this to fail.
