With the approval of our esteemed GM team, I've decided to rework my Question concept in order to continue telling a story I wanted to tell like three games ago. Here's the revised character sheet.

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[CENTER][sup][color=skyblue][b]"My face? Looked too far into a bowling ball returner."[/b][/color][/sup][/CENTER][h3][sup][sub][color=skyblue]C H A R L E S  V I C T O R  S Z A S Z   [color=lightgray]♦[/color]   J O U R N A L I S T   [color=lightgray]♦[/color]   H U B  C I T Y ,  I L L I N O I S   [/color][/sub][/sup][/h3]
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[INDENT][INDENT][i]"What an asshole."

That was something a lot of people muttered under their breath after a close encounter with Vic Sage; "rough around the edges" was putting it lightly when it came to him. His whole life he's been fighting, maybe not for the right reasons in the eyes of many, but in his eyes he was [b]always[/b] in the right. Fighting is what you have to do to survive in Hub City. The only good influences he had ever had were his mentor, former chemist Aristotle "Tot" Rodor, and his ex-girlfriend Myra Fermin, an up and coming politician. They tried their best to soften his sharp edges, but it seemed like nothing would ever dull Vic's aggressive persona.

Vic's rise to vigilantism was sparked by Tot, whose former colleague Arby Twain was trying to illegally sell one of their inventions: pseudoderm, an artificial skin designed to be used as a bandage. It would've been a miracle, were it not for the fact that the gas used to bond pseudoderm to the skin was toxic when exposed to open wounds, negating the entire point of it. Rodor designed a mask for Vic using the pseudoderm and had Vic topple Twain's operation, with Vic leaving Twain and his cronies bound in pseudoderm in their warehouse before calling in an anonymous tip to the police.

A week later, he submitted what would be his final article for the Hub City Gazette, a piece slamming Mayor Wesley Fermin as incompetent and corrupt and accusing him of having ties to the Gospel of Sinners, Hub City's own crime syndicate. The next day, he and Myra broke up. Three days later, he was fired. Blacklisted from every major news network in the city, Vic was hired by Sam Starr of Starrstruck Media Inc. specifically because of the article. Vic continued his vigilante activities, though there were no major arrests, much as he tried to expose the politicians and public figures embroiled in the Sinners' activities. It was two months into his career that he finally caught his big break: a meeting between Mayor Fermin and the head of the Sinners at the dockside warehouses on Hupert River. He donned his mask, buttoned up his winter coat, and set off into the night in the hopes that he would finally take Fermin down for good.

Vic Sage didn't show up for work the next day.

Seven months passed with no sightings of the faceless freak stalking Hub City's streets.

Until tonight.[/i][/indent][/indent]
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[INDENT][INDENT][hider=Aftermath]2:44 AM. The sky above is the color of a television tuned to a dead channel, grey clouds rolling in and thick drops of rain drenching the pavement. I hear the sound of footsteps behind me and turn away from the window to look at Tot, who sets two double shot glasses and a bottle of brandy down on the table between our chairs. He sits down in his chair and uncorks the bottle, pouring two shots.

[color=khaki][b]"A drink,"[/b][/color] he says, lifting his glass. [color=khaki][b]"To Twain and his cronies rotting in jail."[/b][/color]

I lift mine as well. [color=skyblue][b]"To douchebags getting what they deserve."[/b][/color] With that toast, we take our drinks and set the glasses back down on the table. I reach a hand into my coat pocket and pull out the rubbery mask that Tot had designed for me. [color=skyblue][b]"... Think I can keep this?"[/b][/color] I ask.

[color=khaki][b]"Of course. It'd serve as a nice memento."[/b][/color]

A memento. That's all it'll be after tonight. Something to remind me that I did something important, and I'll never do that again. No. It won't just gather dust in a closet for the rest of my life. [color=skyblue][b]"Actually, Tot, I was thinking of using it some more."[/b][/color]

[color=khaki][b]"... What do you mean?"[/b][/color]

[color=skyblue][b]"I don't know. Wear it and go out and beat up some bad guys. Like The Phantom or Green Hornet or something."[/b][/color]

[color=khaki][b]"... Are you sure that's wise? This wasn't the mob, Charlie, it was some scientists looking to make some quick money."[/b][/color]

[color=skyblue][b]"Okay, so I don't start off going after the mob. I go after thieves and street gangs, start small."[/b][/color]

[color=khaki][b]"And take a bullet to the head for it?"[/b][/color]

[color=skyblue][b]"At least I'd die doing something good."[/b][/color]

[color=khaki][b]"You'd die doing something stupid for the sake of your own ego."[/b][/color]

I glare at Tot with a scoff. [color=skyblue][b]"And there it is. What, you think I helped you out because I wanted to feel cool?"[/b][/color]

[color=khaki][b]"Charlie, you helped me because you wanted to do something that mattered. And it [i]did[/i] matter. But there are better ways to fight against injustice than throwing yourself right into a fight with it."[/b][/color] Tot reaches out and places a hand on my shoulder. [color=khaki][b]"You'd just be getting yourself killed."[/b][/color]

I shrug off his hand and stand from my chair. [color=skyblue][b]"Whatever you say, Tot. I'm going home."[/b][/color]

He doesn't say a word as I walk out of the house and get into my car. The rain beats down upon the roof of the old Beetle, a rhythmic thumping that does nothing to soothe my frustration. I clench my eyes shut and take in a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I reach into my pocket to grab my keys when I feel the mask again, rubbing my thumb along its smooth surface.

Tonight won't be the last time.[/hider][/indent][/indent]

[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]
[INDENT][INDENT][color=khaki][b]Aristotle Rodor[/b][/color] - Vic's mentor and oldest friend.
[color=salmon][b]Albert "Al" Kert[/b][/color] - Vic's editor at Starrstruck.
[color=olivedrab][b]Samuel "Sam" Starr[/b][/color] - Founder, owner, and editor-in-chief of Starrstruck.
[color=thistle][b]Myra Fermin[/b][/color] - Vic's ex-girlfriend and sister of mayor Wesley Fermin.
[color=mediumpurple][b]Wesley Fermin[/b][/color] - Mayor of Hub City and brother of Myra Fermin. Vic fucking hates this guy.
[color=orange][b]Richard Dragon[/b][/color] - Vic's [i]other[/i] mentor.[/INDENT][/INDENT]

[COLOR=lightgray][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]P O S T   C A T A L O G:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][INDENT][hider="The Question" by Simple Unicycle]
[color=skyblue][b]Issue #0:[/b][/color] [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5359012]... Like A Butterfly[/url]
[color=skyblue][b]Issue #1:[/b][/color] [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5359112]Devotion[/url]
[color=skyblue][b]Issue #2:[/b][/color] [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5360185]... Like A Bee[/url]
[color=skyblue][b]Issue #3:[/b][/color] [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5363086]Self Care[/url]
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