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[sup][color=ed1c24]"You can tell your boss the devil is coming..."[/color][/sup][h3][sup][sub][color=ed1c24]M A T T H E W   M U R D O C K   [color=lightgray]♦[/color]   L A W Y E R   [color=lightgray]♦[/color]   N Y C  [/color][/sub][/sup][/h3][/CENTER][COLOR=lightgray][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3] O R I G I N S:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR]
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Matthew Murdock is an enigma. The son of a former boxer who died mysteriously when he was young, and a victim of a chemical spill that left him blind... he thought he was cursed. You know the story. He was an orphan for a time, raised by Catholic nuns who tried to teach him the straight and narrow. Trained under a mysterious man named Stick, and turned into a weapon... only to be abandoned yet again. A recent graduate from Columbia, and a surprising member of their gymnastics team. He had a number of offers from prestigious law firms lined up for him, but he opted to start a practice in Hell's Kitchen with his college roommate, Foggy Nelson.

The practice is only a year old, and Nelson and Murdock have already had a number of clients recently that they just can't seem to help. Vandalism, break-ins, and anonymous threats have been given to the residents and store owners 45th Street. With a lack of evidence, there is little the police is willing to do. This appears to be happening all over Hell's Kitchen. Someone is driving the good people of Hell's Kitchen out, and the Justice system is ill-equipped to deal with the anonymous harassment.

Matt, in response to recent strange news reports detailing masked men and women, has opted to follow in their footsteps to bring his community justice and answers. He doesn't don a fancy costume or neat gadgets, opting instead to wrap his fists and cover his hair and eyes. But the criminals and shadowy figures operating in the fringes of Hell's Kitchen are starting to hear rumors. The Devil doesn't wear horns, and doesn't fight with a pitchfork. The Devil is a flash of white in the night, and he sees you before you see him.

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Matt sighed, running a hand through his hair as he leaned back in the old office chair. The soft footfalls on the old carpet were like war drums in his head: confident, short stride, lead foot... Foggy. As the door opened, Matt was already closing the laptop lid and removing his earbuds.

[color=fdc68a]"Just got off the phone with a Detective North... the good old boys in Blue are calling it a wash. No DNA or fingerprints, No CCTV in the area, no witnesses coming forward. No suspects-"[/color]

[color=ed1c24]"No one to arrest, no one to sue for damages, and insurance will claim it's a scam."[/color] Matt spun the chair around, removing his red-tinted glasses to rub the bridge of his nose. He took a deep breath, a wave of anger boiling in his chest. [color=ed1c24]"This is the third shop this has happened to in three weeks... nothing was stolen. How is this not a priority?"[/color] 

[color=fdc68a]"NYPD is too busy looking out for a big spider or something to focus on 'domestic disturbances.'"[/color] Foggy shook his head in disgust, his cheap windbreaker rubbing against itself from his movements. Matt always hated that jacket. He spun around in his chair, raising an eyebrow. [color=fdc68a]"Yes, I'm calling it a night. It's 7, my dad just got back from the hospital so my ma is having us all over for dinner. She specifically asked me to invite you, in case you-"[/color]

[color=ed1c24]"Thank you, but not tonight, Foggy."[/color] Matt gave a weak smile, his expression darkening as he felt that well of anger rising like bile in his throat. His jaw clenched as he tried to keep it in. [color=ed1c24]"It just doesn't feel like enough."[/color]

Foggy froze, his mouth agape as the wheels turned in his head. [color=fdc68a]"We just have to wait and see... maybe hire a private investigator to keep an eye out, try and get some pictures... so long as they take seven bucks and a Bodega punch card as a down payment."[/color] Foggy smiled awkwardly, waiting for some kind of amused reaction from his friend. It never came. [color=fdc68a]"Right... look, Matt... you should get some sleep. We'll regroup in the morning, see if we can work out a game plan."[/color]

Foggy gave Matt a soft smile before leaving the office, with Matt waiting until he could hear the front door to their shared office space close. Matt nimbly slid open his desk drawer, removing the set of blood stained clothes and bandana.

He couldn't do more.

[color=ed1c24][i]But maybe the devil could.[/i][/COLOR]

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[color=ed1c24]"A three on one doesn't seem very fair."[/color]

A lone man was backed into a corner by three young men sporting windbreakers, a large depiction of a dragon hand-embroidered on the back. They understood what he said, but the leader of them pulled a knife from his jacket pocket, making a show of flicking it open with a single motion. They were all surprisingly calm, the booze on their breath permeating like a stinking cloud. They had done this so many times it was just like going into the office. The lone man they had targeted reached up to tighten the white bandana that covered his red hair and blue eyes.

[i][color=ed1c24]They deserve this.[/color][/i]

Before they could even make the demand for money, Matt lunged forward and closed the distance with the assailant on the right. He didn't even have time to lift up his hands in defense before the sucker punch dislocated his jaw. Matt quickly rotated around, delivering a roundhouse kick behind him into the mugger with the knife. Matt smiled as he heard the wind get squeezed out of his lungs in an instant. Their heartrates had doubled in a second. The last mugger remaining scanned the ground wildly, before stumbling over himself to grab something off the ground.

The scraping sound resonated in Matt's head. Stone on stone... maybe cement? Too small, too light, with the way the man was raising it over his head.

A brick.

The mugger quickly swung the brick down towards Matt, who responded by simply leaning to the side, lifting one arm to catch the assailant's elbow. Matt reached up to grab the brick with his other hand, swiftly yanking it free. His own heartbeat thrummed in his ears. Blood rushed through his veins. He smacked the brick into his assailant's kneecap, a sickening crunch and a loud cry echoing through the alley. Matt left the man to roll in his misery, crying and blubbering. There was one still standing, who had managed to recover his knife but not his confidence. The mugger was shaking in his sneakers, holding the knife out before him like a ward against evil. Matt didn't look at him, instead facing the man he had just brutally injured.

[color=ed1c24]"11th and 45th."[/color]

The mugger's heartbeat was quick, but it didn't beat any faster or slower. No reaction, other than a slight intake of air. Confusion. He didn't know.

[color=white]"Who... what are you?"[/color] His accent wasn't particularly thick. He was from here.

He should know better.

[b][color=ed1c24]"The Devil."[/color][/b]
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[COLOR=lightgray][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]S U P P O R T I N G   C A S T:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][color=gray][INDENT][INDENT][I][LIST][*]The Enforcers
[*]The Owl
[*]Foggy Nelson
[*]Karen Page
[*]Turk Barret
[*]Frank Farnum
[*]Cole North

[b]Wish List:[/b]
[*]The Eraser
[*]Vigilante (Adrian Chase /  Alan Welles)
[*]Blockbuster (Roland Desmond)
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