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[CHAR] The Argonauts :: A Super-Hero Role-Play
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Name:
Victor Knight
Age:
25 years young.
Alias:
Crisis
Previous City of Operation:
He operated within New York City.
Personalities:
Crisis, as Victor Knight, is the standard confident, charismatic man you'd expect to see in a multi-billionaire CEO. Always with a smooth, flirtatious smirk and a constant glint in his eyes, Victor is known as a whip-smart, yet undeniably playboyish and psuedo-irresponsible man that loves the big things in life. He has had multiple - numerous female partners within the last year...at least, that's what the media believes, and he is justn over-all a smooth-timed playboy. He seems to care for others at a compassionate level, despite his womanizing manner, as he has given millions and millions of dollars into hospitals, disease studies, and orphanages/charities across the world. He is as much as a politician as he is a businessman, and Victor generally has a high position within today's world. As they say...Victor is a genius, billionaire, playboy philanthropist. Of course, this is only a faux personality...something that isn't truly him, at all.
At his core, and as Crisis, he drops the grin for an expression of concentration, and the slicked hair and Armani suit for a dark, lethal imagery. Incredibly determined, intelligent, focused, and vengeful, Crisis gives both criminals and villains nightmares. He doesn't talk during the job, finding it to be a waste of breath, but whenever he does; mainly to intimidate corrupt politicians or a group of fire-arm-wielding thugs, Crisis' words are deep, sharp, and fear-inspiring. His facial expressions are generally tight-lipped and stoic, and his emotions are incredibly hard to read and decipher - especially due to the helmet that obscures his identity away. On the inside, he is semi what he comes off to be; A dark, brooding man, but there is more to him, his emotions complicated and warped to the point where even he doesn't know who he truly is. His mind still loves, still cares...that is exactly why he is currently a hero. He cannot forcibly rid himself of emotions, and he does, in fact, feel anger and sadness, even if he hides it. In spite of himself, Crisis does have a dark, cynical, and dry sense of humor, and although he hardly acts on it, he may do so when not in constant danger. Despite all of this, Crisis kills, threatens, and fights for one thing, and one thing only...and that is Justice. To clean the world, and rid it of it's natural impurities, one by one...to save helpless and helpful victims, from the shadows...even if they don't appreciate the method.
At his core, and as Crisis, he drops the grin for an expression of concentration, and the slicked hair and Armani suit for a dark, lethal imagery. Incredibly determined, intelligent, focused, and vengeful, Crisis gives both criminals and villains nightmares. He doesn't talk during the job, finding it to be a waste of breath, but whenever he does; mainly to intimidate corrupt politicians or a group of fire-arm-wielding thugs, Crisis' words are deep, sharp, and fear-inspiring. His facial expressions are generally tight-lipped and stoic, and his emotions are incredibly hard to read and decipher - especially due to the helmet that obscures his identity away. On the inside, he is semi what he comes off to be; A dark, brooding man, but there is more to him, his emotions complicated and warped to the point where even he doesn't know who he truly is. His mind still loves, still cares...that is exactly why he is currently a hero. He cannot forcibly rid himself of emotions, and he does, in fact, feel anger and sadness, even if he hides it. In spite of himself, Crisis does have a dark, cynical, and dry sense of humor, and although he hardly acts on it, he may do so when not in constant danger. Despite all of this, Crisis kills, threatens, and fights for one thing, and one thing only...and that is Justice. To clean the world, and rid it of it's natural impurities, one by one...to save helpless and helpful victims, from the shadows...even if they don't appreciate the method.
Equipment:
Crisis Suit - His standard Hero costume/armor, used to prowl the streets as Crisis. The suit itself is composed of a hardy, lightweight, and customly synthesized Kevlar material for it's main component, with rubbed-down and insulated titanium for certain coating along vital areas. The suit has been tested and made sure to be bullet, pierce, and slash proof due to it's armored materials, along with being flame, explosion, and water-retardant. The helmet's visor is programmed with x-rays, infrared viewers, and auditory sensors. The helmet itself is programmed to plug into police and emergency department frequencies, along with having a miniature map of his current area in the visor's bottom left corner. The suit has a dark gray/mottled black utility belt on either hips, equipped with a variety of different gadgets, raining from scanners to smoke/explosion/freeze pellets.
Gadgets - A hero that believes in lethal force, Crisis holds a wide variety of dangeous equipment on his person, at all times. The gloves of his suit contains built-in grappling hook devices, launched directly from the underside of the wrist. The hooks are made of a razor-sharp steel alloy, allowing it to be used as weapons, traversing tools, and even restraints. A specific twist of the wrist will send a varied volts of electricity through the metal wiring of the grappling hooks.
Along both sides of his rib-cages, tucked into the black Kevlar material, are various amounts of small, black, lethal throwing blades - each one made of light-weighted, hollowed steel alloy. As they are sewn and connected within the inside of his suit, wrapping around the inside of his back, taking one out of it's holster will push another one into the holster, from the inside, giving him a large amount of throwing knives to use to his discretion. The knives on the left side are explosive, and the ones on the right are standard issue. There are a few trick knives in the bunch, marked by their hilts. These release electricity, or has built-in oil slicks for fire ignition. It all depends on the situation.
By far, his 'mainly-used' weapons are the two razor-sharp, dark-colored trench knives, magnetically holstered to his hips. They are rather mysterious in their own right, as the exact metal they are made of is unknown, and they can be recalled back to his gloved hands, as if by a magnetic force. Weighted perfectly, and made at the perfect length for close-ranged combat, these are tools of destruction.
He has many vehicles, all relocated to his own part of the Argo Helicarrier, and he can cycle through them all for automatic-honing [A technique that brings the vehicle towards his personal signature at maximum speed] through his suit's control panel, located on either wrist. This technique is often used for fast get-aways, or even combat. His currently used vehicle is a customly-created motorcycle. Futuristic and a deep ebony, the motorcycle features a nitro-entailed engine, customly-bolstered gas mileage, and dermal armor all along it's base; along with a bullet-proof visor and tires. It also has a few other tricks that makes it even more versatile.
Gadgets - A hero that believes in lethal force, Crisis holds a wide variety of dangeous equipment on his person, at all times. The gloves of his suit contains built-in grappling hook devices, launched directly from the underside of the wrist. The hooks are made of a razor-sharp steel alloy, allowing it to be used as weapons, traversing tools, and even restraints. A specific twist of the wrist will send a varied volts of electricity through the metal wiring of the grappling hooks.
Along both sides of his rib-cages, tucked into the black Kevlar material, are various amounts of small, black, lethal throwing blades - each one made of light-weighted, hollowed steel alloy. As they are sewn and connected within the inside of his suit, wrapping around the inside of his back, taking one out of it's holster will push another one into the holster, from the inside, giving him a large amount of throwing knives to use to his discretion. The knives on the left side are explosive, and the ones on the right are standard issue. There are a few trick knives in the bunch, marked by their hilts. These release electricity, or has built-in oil slicks for fire ignition. It all depends on the situation.
By far, his 'mainly-used' weapons are the two razor-sharp, dark-colored trench knives, magnetically holstered to his hips. They are rather mysterious in their own right, as the exact metal they are made of is unknown, and they can be recalled back to his gloved hands, as if by a magnetic force. Weighted perfectly, and made at the perfect length for close-ranged combat, these are tools of destruction.
He has many vehicles, all relocated to his own part of the Argo Helicarrier, and he can cycle through them all for automatic-honing [A technique that brings the vehicle towards his personal signature at maximum speed] through his suit's control panel, located on either wrist. This technique is often used for fast get-aways, or even combat. His currently used vehicle is a customly-created motorcycle. Futuristic and a deep ebony, the motorcycle features a nitro-entailed engine, customly-bolstered gas mileage, and dermal armor all along it's base; along with a bullet-proof visor and tires. It also has a few other tricks that makes it even more versatile.
Powers:
To put it simply, Crisis can run faster and longer, hit harder, take hits harder, and move with more acrobatic grace than a Gold-Medal Olympic-Leveled Athlete. His brain reacts at a quicker pace - enhanced reflexes, and he can hit things with accuracy second to none. His powers, to put in a simple term, is 'Superior Physical Prowess'. His bodily and mental attributes outweighs that of humans, and non-enhanced superhumans, which, combined with his genius-level intellect, makes him more than a match for humans and superhumans.
Weaknesses:
Hm...let's see. Well, first off, Victor is not indestructible. His enhanced body allows him to take hits from superhuman foes, yes, but they can still break his bones. Bullets pierces his flesh like other humans - there's just a higher chance for them to not go completely through, or kill him instantly. He is a superhuman, sure, but a superhuman that does not possess the powers of elements. His skills, technology, and genius-level intellect allows him to take on such villains, not his powers. His powers are just supplements to what he already has.
His caution could be a weakness. When he first see you, he immediately analyzes your form for weaknesses and exploits, even if he's Victor Knight, and not Crisis. He's too ready at times.
Similarly, Victor can be misguided at times. He has a heart, an incredibly strong heart at that, but because of this, he sees the world in gray, instead of black and white. While he uses lethal force, he does not actively attempt to kill. Rather, he aims to eviscerate, take them out quickly, efficiently, and sharply, to the point where they cannot hurt anyone again. However, unlike most heroes, he can, will, and has killed before, and will continue to kill those that he find necessary to die. He will not let someone live, only for them to continue to kill after they get out of the hospital or prison. That's irresponsible and that's showing weakness, in his eyes.
His caution could be a weakness. When he first see you, he immediately analyzes your form for weaknesses and exploits, even if he's Victor Knight, and not Crisis. He's too ready at times.
Similarly, Victor can be misguided at times. He has a heart, an incredibly strong heart at that, but because of this, he sees the world in gray, instead of black and white. While he uses lethal force, he does not actively attempt to kill. Rather, he aims to eviscerate, take them out quickly, efficiently, and sharply, to the point where they cannot hurt anyone again. However, unlike most heroes, he can, will, and has killed before, and will continue to kill those that he find necessary to die. He will not let someone live, only for them to continue to kill after they get out of the hospital or prison. That's irresponsible and that's showing weakness, in his eyes.
Skills/Talents:
His lack of destructive super-powers is hardly a crutch, seeing as Victor is a master of close quartered combat. He has mastered every fighting style currently known to man, using a blend of Krav Maga, ninjutsu, and Brazilian jiu-jitsu on his opponents. Along with this, he is an expert user of weaponry - having mastered his trench knives - a disguise expert, a talented liar, a technological genius, a master strategist, a polymath, an expert driver/crack pilot, an escapologist, along with a few other titles. A master of many, as they say. His brain has the ability to absorb information at a higher rate than other humans, and he has been using this talent ever since he was born, which is what allowed him to master so many things in only 24 years of living.
History:
The crying of a baby boy was vibrant within the large, posh Knight Manor, and the scurrying of dozens of maids, butlers, and staff fumbled throughout the mansion's interior. A wisp of a man, with fraying blonde hair and a form-fitting suit, sat at the edge of the hospital bed, eyes wide and hands creaking under the pressure of a woman's grip. The woman breathed quickly and loudly, a scream tearing through her throat as the doctors around the comfortable bed yelled 'PUSH'. The woman was beautiful by all realms of the imagination, only subliminally marred by the sweat sticking her dark brown hair to her forehead. The entire situation was going smoothly, and only within seconds, they would garner an heir.
These two were Lance and Amelia Knight, respectively...both head owners of Knight Enterprises, which, in itself, was an international, multi-billion dollar company that span the globe, and one of the few, if not the top business expansions in the entire world, in both the present and the future. The two have been trying for an heir for the past three years, with minimal success. It was thought that Lance was sterile, since he had an attempted vasectomy in one of his youthful escapades decades ago, but that was proven wrong when Amelia was found pregnant those faithful months in the past. Now...their precious Victor would be borne. He would be born...and lead the Enterprises further into victor, with his parents at his back. It would be wonderful.
"PUSH!" Amelia pushed. The sound of young, squeaky crying abruptly filled the air, and relieved smiles formed on the faces of all those present. Amelia immediately reached for her precious baby, cobalt eyes twinkling in the dim candle-light of the Knight Private Hospital, and her smile widened as she noticed the dark brown and blonde hair, fleeting due to young age. When the eyes opened, revealing dark blue pools of royal navy, a squealed was released from all of the women doctors, Amelia amongst them. The doctors began filing out after a look from Lance - the slim man still holding an authorative intimidation. Standing, Lance sidled up to his wife's shoulders, slowly reaching forward to stoke the side of the baby's cheek. "Victor's beautiful, honey..." He whispered softly, a small smile on his lips as he kissed his wife's damp forehead. "...I love him...and I love you." The baby's crying had stopped, and the small family shared a warm hug.
Skip forward a few years. A young child, around four years old, squared off to a tall, buff man around middle-age. They were both shirtless, wearing gym shorts, with bright red boxing gloves tapered off at the wrist. With dark brown and blonde-peppered locks, the child had a deviously cute visage; a future heart-breaker in the beginning of his childish youth. A smirk was on his face, rather uncommon for little kids. Meanwhile, the older man had a mohawk and beard, with darker-toned skin, and a vibrant scar going down his left eye. His mouth was grinning, showing multiple golden teeth. This was all happening within what appeared to be a private gym, with multiple weight sets all around, and the two being within what seemed to be an ornate boxing ring. "Okay, kid, let's start with some light boxi-" The child had already crossed the ring, leaping up in the air, a gloved fist heading straight for the man's cheek. The smirk had stretched.
Yes, life for young Victor Knight...it was wonderful, all things considered. The youngest heir to a multi-billion dollar company, and the youngest scion to a filthy wealthy and rich family; with his mother being a world-renown scientist, physicist, and technician, while his father was a world-renown aerospace engineer, philanthropist, and businessman. Obviously, this gave him cockiness and arrogance in his life, but most of it wasn't mean-spirited arrogance, just the classic rich-kid-swagger. He got everything he wanted growing up. Toys, video-games, attention, private tutoring...he was a once in a life time prodigy. Everything he did, he mastered, and everything he didn't master, he spent hours upon hours on to master. He had a drive to be the best boy and future businessman he could be, and his parents supported their son wholeheartedly.
And then...that's when the trouble began brewing. As you know, such a...popular and spirited company and family would have life-long enemies, right? Well, at the age of eight, whilst practicing Taekwando with his bodyguard - the bearded and mohawked man that went by the joking name of Pop-Eye, panic seemed to surge within Knight Manor. Panic seemed to reign supreme; with butlers and maids running all throughout the manor. It made for a scene highly reminiscent to an event that happened approximately eight years ago. However, this was obviously not something that carefree and glorious. The sound of cracking, automated firearm usage suddenly blasted throughout the manor, as if coming from a distance, and it was slowly, slowly getting closer. From the door's window, before his eyes, with fear creeping down his throat, Victor witnessed a group of maids running down the hallway, before a constant barrage of lead slammed into their backs and heads, sending them reeling through the air, bodies becoming pin-cushions for the .40 bullets. Blood flashed across the door's window, and he flinched subconsciously.
He was abruptly thrown to the ground, as a rearing and shouting Pop-Eye slammed against the door shoulder-first, both large, calloused hands gripped around what seemed to be a .50 cal Desert Eagle, Bessie; Victor recognized it immediately, from training with the man. "Vic! Go hide in the safety room in the back of the gym...and don't come out until you hear my, Jeff's, or your parent's voice through the speakers!" The man grunted out in his usually deep, gravelly voice. He slowly opened the door, only to leap back, grabbing Victor with him, as two large, bulky men - bloodied and wielding assault rifles - shouldered through the openings. "Hey, Ross, look at what we have here-" The first man was abruptly cut off by a .50 cal bullet blasting through his cranium. Ross panic-squeezed his trigger at the loud CRACK, and the spray hit the ceiling. Another CRACK echoed, and he was lying on the floor, a hole leaking gray brain matter across the marble.
Victor just...just stared blankly at the bodies. The way the blood slowly congealed on the floor, bits of bone chips literally the wall and door hinge. It was all...just...disgusting. Pop-Eye glanced over from where he had his ear pressed against the wall. The sound of stomping feet and wild yelling didn't fill him with confidence. "Come on, kid, we need to get to you to a safe place!" There was hesitation in the deep voice. He was worried if Victor was in shock. The boy shook his head sharply, bending down with shaking hands and eyes. His ward pretended not to notice the boy grabbing a familiar combat-knife from Ross's hip.
With a nod, Pop-Eye began dashing down the opposite end of the hall, light panting from slightly behind him showing that Victor was keeping pace relatively well. Regardless, he slowed down so that the boy could be slightly in front of him, while he kept a lookout on both the front and back directions. As they ran towards the grand staircase, Pop-Eye narrowed his eyes at Victor's back. Despite being eight...the boy was wielding to fight for the Manor. They both didn't know what was going on...but he planned on finding out, and protecting the boy he began to think of as a nephew.
They passed a corner, and Pop-Eye faltered slightly at the entrance of the manor. Victor, however, stumbled completely, falling to his knees. Bile rose up through the young boy's throat, and Pop-Eye could only pat the puking boy on the back. Stacked at the entrance, keeping the mansion locked, was mutilated bodies and body parts of the Knight's staff; maids and butlers that Victor knew for years, and that Pop-Eye had known for even longer...dead and violated. A thug, that had been standing, arms crossed, in front of the meat-blockade, began reaching for his assault rifle.
A CRACK echoed through the building, and the thug fell to the ground. Pop-Eye lowered his Deagle, looking down at Victor. "You okay...?" He asked the young boy. A hiccup is all he got in return. Slowly, Pop-Eye stood, easily throwing Victor over a shoulder. "Let's get to the safe-room." He whispered, sprinting for the stairs. However, he had to stop once more...when the mangled and torn body of Lance Knight slowly rolled down the stairs, with a large, bulky man in a white suit following slowly after the mutilated corpse, a tommy gun in hand.
"Gregory Hill...Interesting. Is this what you've been lowered to? A body-guard to a spoiled brat?"
A strangled gasp split the air, and Victor fell from Pop-Eyes shoulders, tackling his father's dead body. He began to cry, all of the emotions he had tried to restrict to continue on...all spilling forth. A bang echoed, and a tommy gun round splintered through his right shoulder. He dully heard himself bit right through his lip, not being able to restrain the scream as the bullet threw his body down the rest of the few stairs. More words were spoken, and when he next opened his eyes, the deep brown hair of his mother was covering his face - along with the feeling of her cold skin. Fire was spreading everywhere, and the now-realized Gregory zoomed in on his body, bleeding from what seemed to be a bullet-wound, a head injury, and various lacerations. That's when he blacked out.
The rest of his history has been frayed by Victor's own mind, at a young age, as a way of coping, but after that faithful night, things changed. Knight's Manor had fell, his parents and staff all going down with it...only Pop-Eye was a constant, stable figure in his young life. Torn and broken by this, Victor yearned to leave New York...just leave, for now. He wanted vengeance...he wanted to kill every single one of the criminals that had infested his home and destroyed it. This created Crisis, and as he, along with Gregory, traveled the world, with Gregory and a plethora of other different figures teaching Victor everything he wanted - no, needed to know and master, Victor began to formulate the Vigilante of his mind. Crisis. Through his absence, friends of the Knight family, and the executives and CEOs of Knight Enterprises, began to rebuild the Knight Manor, along with regaining it's previous fame. It took a time, but Knight Enterprises recovered, and took over the business and political world once more.
Meanwhile, the crime boss Tommy Pigureli, and his entire mafia, mysteriously died in a fire, whilst staying at their alternate base in Greece. They were the slayers of the Knight family.
At the age of twenty, he returned to New York as Victor Knight - the heir to the Knight legacy returning to his home sparked months of press coverage, and together, with his top executive and friend - along with private teacher and instructor, Gregory Hall AKA Pop-Eye, Victor began to reconstruct his life. He returned to Knight Manor, and oversaw the various construction plans. Once the reconstruction was completely finished, Victor began to secure the manor, so that a repeat would not happen again. It was now upgraded, and grander than ever; but not complete. Using his funds, and technology from another branch of Knight Enterprises - Knight Engineering and Tech - he constructed the Crisis Base, located underneath Knight Manor. That is when the Legacy of Crisis, and Victor, began, as he began to plan out the next phase of his life. Creating The Argonauts.
In recent years, the construction of the Argo Helicarrier was put into formation, as this day slowly began to build up. The potential candidates were surveyed, stalked, and observed through numerous means, so as to confirm that they were ready and capable of joining the team.
These two were Lance and Amelia Knight, respectively...both head owners of Knight Enterprises, which, in itself, was an international, multi-billion dollar company that span the globe, and one of the few, if not the top business expansions in the entire world, in both the present and the future. The two have been trying for an heir for the past three years, with minimal success. It was thought that Lance was sterile, since he had an attempted vasectomy in one of his youthful escapades decades ago, but that was proven wrong when Amelia was found pregnant those faithful months in the past. Now...their precious Victor would be borne. He would be born...and lead the Enterprises further into victor, with his parents at his back. It would be wonderful.
"PUSH!" Amelia pushed. The sound of young, squeaky crying abruptly filled the air, and relieved smiles formed on the faces of all those present. Amelia immediately reached for her precious baby, cobalt eyes twinkling in the dim candle-light of the Knight Private Hospital, and her smile widened as she noticed the dark brown and blonde hair, fleeting due to young age. When the eyes opened, revealing dark blue pools of royal navy, a squealed was released from all of the women doctors, Amelia amongst them. The doctors began filing out after a look from Lance - the slim man still holding an authorative intimidation. Standing, Lance sidled up to his wife's shoulders, slowly reaching forward to stoke the side of the baby's cheek. "Victor's beautiful, honey..." He whispered softly, a small smile on his lips as he kissed his wife's damp forehead. "...I love him...and I love you." The baby's crying had stopped, and the small family shared a warm hug.
Skip forward a few years. A young child, around four years old, squared off to a tall, buff man around middle-age. They were both shirtless, wearing gym shorts, with bright red boxing gloves tapered off at the wrist. With dark brown and blonde-peppered locks, the child had a deviously cute visage; a future heart-breaker in the beginning of his childish youth. A smirk was on his face, rather uncommon for little kids. Meanwhile, the older man had a mohawk and beard, with darker-toned skin, and a vibrant scar going down his left eye. His mouth was grinning, showing multiple golden teeth. This was all happening within what appeared to be a private gym, with multiple weight sets all around, and the two being within what seemed to be an ornate boxing ring. "Okay, kid, let's start with some light boxi-" The child had already crossed the ring, leaping up in the air, a gloved fist heading straight for the man's cheek. The smirk had stretched.
Yes, life for young Victor Knight...it was wonderful, all things considered. The youngest heir to a multi-billion dollar company, and the youngest scion to a filthy wealthy and rich family; with his mother being a world-renown scientist, physicist, and technician, while his father was a world-renown aerospace engineer, philanthropist, and businessman. Obviously, this gave him cockiness and arrogance in his life, but most of it wasn't mean-spirited arrogance, just the classic rich-kid-swagger. He got everything he wanted growing up. Toys, video-games, attention, private tutoring...he was a once in a life time prodigy. Everything he did, he mastered, and everything he didn't master, he spent hours upon hours on to master. He had a drive to be the best boy and future businessman he could be, and his parents supported their son wholeheartedly.
And then...that's when the trouble began brewing. As you know, such a...popular and spirited company and family would have life-long enemies, right? Well, at the age of eight, whilst practicing Taekwando with his bodyguard - the bearded and mohawked man that went by the joking name of Pop-Eye, panic seemed to surge within Knight Manor. Panic seemed to reign supreme; with butlers and maids running all throughout the manor. It made for a scene highly reminiscent to an event that happened approximately eight years ago. However, this was obviously not something that carefree and glorious. The sound of cracking, automated firearm usage suddenly blasted throughout the manor, as if coming from a distance, and it was slowly, slowly getting closer. From the door's window, before his eyes, with fear creeping down his throat, Victor witnessed a group of maids running down the hallway, before a constant barrage of lead slammed into their backs and heads, sending them reeling through the air, bodies becoming pin-cushions for the .40 bullets. Blood flashed across the door's window, and he flinched subconsciously.
He was abruptly thrown to the ground, as a rearing and shouting Pop-Eye slammed against the door shoulder-first, both large, calloused hands gripped around what seemed to be a .50 cal Desert Eagle, Bessie; Victor recognized it immediately, from training with the man. "Vic! Go hide in the safety room in the back of the gym...and don't come out until you hear my, Jeff's, or your parent's voice through the speakers!" The man grunted out in his usually deep, gravelly voice. He slowly opened the door, only to leap back, grabbing Victor with him, as two large, bulky men - bloodied and wielding assault rifles - shouldered through the openings. "Hey, Ross, look at what we have here-" The first man was abruptly cut off by a .50 cal bullet blasting through his cranium. Ross panic-squeezed his trigger at the loud CRACK, and the spray hit the ceiling. Another CRACK echoed, and he was lying on the floor, a hole leaking gray brain matter across the marble.
Victor just...just stared blankly at the bodies. The way the blood slowly congealed on the floor, bits of bone chips literally the wall and door hinge. It was all...just...disgusting. Pop-Eye glanced over from where he had his ear pressed against the wall. The sound of stomping feet and wild yelling didn't fill him with confidence. "Come on, kid, we need to get to you to a safe place!" There was hesitation in the deep voice. He was worried if Victor was in shock. The boy shook his head sharply, bending down with shaking hands and eyes. His ward pretended not to notice the boy grabbing a familiar combat-knife from Ross's hip.
With a nod, Pop-Eye began dashing down the opposite end of the hall, light panting from slightly behind him showing that Victor was keeping pace relatively well. Regardless, he slowed down so that the boy could be slightly in front of him, while he kept a lookout on both the front and back directions. As they ran towards the grand staircase, Pop-Eye narrowed his eyes at Victor's back. Despite being eight...the boy was wielding to fight for the Manor. They both didn't know what was going on...but he planned on finding out, and protecting the boy he began to think of as a nephew.
They passed a corner, and Pop-Eye faltered slightly at the entrance of the manor. Victor, however, stumbled completely, falling to his knees. Bile rose up through the young boy's throat, and Pop-Eye could only pat the puking boy on the back. Stacked at the entrance, keeping the mansion locked, was mutilated bodies and body parts of the Knight's staff; maids and butlers that Victor knew for years, and that Pop-Eye had known for even longer...dead and violated. A thug, that had been standing, arms crossed, in front of the meat-blockade, began reaching for his assault rifle.
A CRACK echoed through the building, and the thug fell to the ground. Pop-Eye lowered his Deagle, looking down at Victor. "You okay...?" He asked the young boy. A hiccup is all he got in return. Slowly, Pop-Eye stood, easily throwing Victor over a shoulder. "Let's get to the safe-room." He whispered, sprinting for the stairs. However, he had to stop once more...when the mangled and torn body of Lance Knight slowly rolled down the stairs, with a large, bulky man in a white suit following slowly after the mutilated corpse, a tommy gun in hand.
"Gregory Hill...Interesting. Is this what you've been lowered to? A body-guard to a spoiled brat?"
A strangled gasp split the air, and Victor fell from Pop-Eyes shoulders, tackling his father's dead body. He began to cry, all of the emotions he had tried to restrict to continue on...all spilling forth. A bang echoed, and a tommy gun round splintered through his right shoulder. He dully heard himself bit right through his lip, not being able to restrain the scream as the bullet threw his body down the rest of the few stairs. More words were spoken, and when he next opened his eyes, the deep brown hair of his mother was covering his face - along with the feeling of her cold skin. Fire was spreading everywhere, and the now-realized Gregory zoomed in on his body, bleeding from what seemed to be a bullet-wound, a head injury, and various lacerations. That's when he blacked out.
The rest of his history has been frayed by Victor's own mind, at a young age, as a way of coping, but after that faithful night, things changed. Knight's Manor had fell, his parents and staff all going down with it...only Pop-Eye was a constant, stable figure in his young life. Torn and broken by this, Victor yearned to leave New York...just leave, for now. He wanted vengeance...he wanted to kill every single one of the criminals that had infested his home and destroyed it. This created Crisis, and as he, along with Gregory, traveled the world, with Gregory and a plethora of other different figures teaching Victor everything he wanted - no, needed to know and master, Victor began to formulate the Vigilante of his mind. Crisis. Through his absence, friends of the Knight family, and the executives and CEOs of Knight Enterprises, began to rebuild the Knight Manor, along with regaining it's previous fame. It took a time, but Knight Enterprises recovered, and took over the business and political world once more.
Meanwhile, the crime boss Tommy Pigureli, and his entire mafia, mysteriously died in a fire, whilst staying at their alternate base in Greece. They were the slayers of the Knight family.
At the age of twenty, he returned to New York as Victor Knight - the heir to the Knight legacy returning to his home sparked months of press coverage, and together, with his top executive and friend - along with private teacher and instructor, Gregory Hall AKA Pop-Eye, Victor began to reconstruct his life. He returned to Knight Manor, and oversaw the various construction plans. Once the reconstruction was completely finished, Victor began to secure the manor, so that a repeat would not happen again. It was now upgraded, and grander than ever; but not complete. Using his funds, and technology from another branch of Knight Enterprises - Knight Engineering and Tech - he constructed the Crisis Base, located underneath Knight Manor. That is when the Legacy of Crisis, and Victor, began, as he began to plan out the next phase of his life. Creating The Argonauts.
In recent years, the construction of the Argo Helicarrier was put into formation, as this day slowly began to build up. The potential candidates were surveyed, stalked, and observed through numerous means, so as to confirm that they were ready and capable of joining the team.
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Birth Name: Kreon II
Adopted Name: Aldo Nero
Age: Around 70, although more genetically similar to an Earthling in their late 20s
Alias: Liberty
Gender: Male
Previous City of Operation: Rome, although he operated all around Italy.
Appearance:
Aldo stands at 5 foot 11 and has a lithe, slightly muscular physique. His hair is blonde, and reaches down just past his shoulders. His skin is similar to that of a Caucasian male, although strips of blue skin pattern his jawline. His most notable feature are his teeth. They were removed from a young age and replaced with a metallic substance bearing his slave name and the name of the slavers. Since he freed himself, he got these replaced with a set of golden teeth bearing his new name on them. His eyes are a bright mint green, something which he does not try to hide with contact lenses and the like.
His clothing bears a western motif. He wears a wide brimmed hat, complete with goggles to block out sand strapped to the crown of his hat. He also wears a poncho that reaches down just past his waist and is used for concealment among other uses.
Powers:
Aldo’s main power is his uncanny ability to add ‘spin’ to anything he wishes. This allows him to send objects flying towards his enemies and even pick up heavy objects in a sort of telekinetic fashion by simply spinning them to the point where they are hovering. His main use of this power is in conjunction with his steel balls. He is extremely accurate in the use of these. Essentially, he is able to trick or get around enemies through exploitation of the Magnus effect, which states that a spinning ball in flight will curve from its original flight path.
Along with this, Aldo has been able to emulate the golden rectangle in order to make an infinite spin. The golden rectangle is essentially a spiral that goes on forever, but can only do so within the golden rectangle. Therefore, Aldo is able to make a ball spin within a space akin to this infinitely, bearing in mind that it would slow and possibly stop if it hit any opponent.
Furthermore, Aldo has a very slight control over gaseous substances such as air and whatnot. This is due to the sheer speed at which he can spin his steel balls. This is not used offensively though, and is more used to create a defensive barrier against attacks.
Finally, Aldo possesses some less interesting powers as a result of his home planet. The gravity on Outworld was strong enough to give, Aldo enhanced strength and durability. These are nowhere near the level of a hero who specializes in them, but are stronger than any normal human’s strength or durability.
Abilities/Skills:
- Aldo is extremely capable with his weaponry. He is a crack shot with most pistols and can hit a noose from a mile away with his rifle.
- Aldo is very proficient in horse riding
- Proficient in a style similar to that of Jeet Kune Do
- Proficient with knives in close quarters combat
- Able to speak English, Italian and the alien dialect of his home planet
- Makes amazing spaghetti
Equipment:
- 4x specially made steel balls – Can be recalled at will
- A pistol akin to that of a six shooter, although slightly more powerful and accurate
- A rifle similar to that of a Winchester
- His upper clothing is laced with a material strong enough to block bullets
Personality:
Aldo’s personality has changed massively over his many years alive. As a young lad he was cocky, arrogant and uncooperative. However, as he grew his experiences changed him greatly and what you see now only bears the remnants of his younger self. He is confident for sure, but not to the point of arrogance and can see the usefulness in teamwork now. While in the past he would have shot anyone who got in his way, he is now much more keen on showing mercy to his enemies, although this mercy often runs out when the enemy comes back for revenge.
He is generally friendly and is eccentric of course, you’d have to be with teeth like his. He is keen on learning about Earth and is confident that he still doesn’t know all there is to know about its customs and technology, the guy rides a horse for Pete’s sake.
History:
Aldo was born on a planet by the name of ‘Outworld’. His father died after raiders attacked the family farm, and his mother was taken as a sex slave under the same raider gang. Aldo, born under the slave name of Kreon II, grew up never being sure who his father was. He liked to believe it was the courageous man who tried to fight raider scum off of his farm land, but chronologically it could have been him or any number of men.
Angst was rife within him as he grew up. He was forced to work the fruit fields under the dreadful command of the same raiders who used and abused his mother nightly. The turning point for his rebellious attitude was the day they took his teeth though. They replaced his shining white dentures with a jagged row of scrap metal, bearing his slave name and their gang name on them. While most would see this as the final step in breaking a slave, Aldo saw it as the final step in his building rage.
He devised a plan with the help of other child slaves. The adult slaves were either too depressed or too suicidal to do anything of the sort, but many of the children still held hope for a better future. They would break out of their quarters in the night using tools from the quarry and subsequently steal weaponry before killing the slavers and escaping the camp.
Things went according to plan, up until the killing began. The children had thought killing would have been as easy as pulling a trigger, but they didn't take into account the emotional trauma that went with killing a man. Nevertheless, they at least managed to escape from the camp with a large supply of weaponry.
Aldo lead them, becoming a small gang of bandits who began gaining reputation throughout the Outworld for their young age. The gang continued at with almost all of its original members and a few new ones up until, Aldo was about 22. This was when, Aldo married Udura, a former slave that he and his gang had freed. Their marriage was short lived, not 5 months passed before she was killed by attacking raiders. Aldo could not handle her death, and abandoned his gang to travel alone.
He travelled on Outworld alone for 2 decades, honing his skills and becoming what was essentially a one man version of his old gang. He was giving the nickname of 'The Liberator' in rumour and legend, for his reputation as a freer of slaves.
Things changed drastically around the time that Aldo was 30. A hostile race of aliens began waging a war on Outworld and its inhabitants, wanting to take the planet for themselves. Of course, Aldo got caught up in all of this and began fighting back against the aliens. Things changed drastically once more when he found himself infiltrating one of their ships. Due to sheer bad luck, he found himself tripping and falling into a cryo-pod of theirs. As it turns out, not only had they set their sights on Outworld, but Earth as well, albeit with a much more suttle plan. They would infiltrate Earth through species mixing. Disguising members of their own race as humans and planting them all around the globe before finally striking when their race had secretly become half of the population.
Aldo was shipped off to Earth, with neither he nor the aliens knowing of the predicament he was in. He landed just outside of Rome, on a farm. The pod he was shipped in had subconsciously taught him Italian in preparation for the invasion, and it proved useful in explaining himself to an angry farmer wielding a shotgun. Of course, the farmer believed nothing of his story, but did feel sorry for, Aldo and took him in. At this point, Aldo still looked about 17 and the farmer thought him to be nothing more than some disgruntled youth running away from home.
Aldo stayed with the farmer and his wife for about a year, learning the ways of the world and helping with the farm. When the time was right he left for Rome, and began making a name for himself as a hero. He was soon contacted by C.E.T.E or the Corporation for Ethical Treatment of Extra-terrestrials. They offered, Aldo a steady pay to be essentially what was the poster boy for their organisation. He accepted, and years later he is known around the world for his good deeds.
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DrewVonAwesome I once got busy in a Burger King bathroom.
Member
Seen
11 mos ago
Name: Sho Hayashi
Age: 23
Alias: Naitoshadou (Night Shadow)
Gender: Male
Previous City of Operation: Tokyo, Japan
Appearance:
Civilian –
Costumed –
Powers: Having taken part in once thought to be long forgotten rituals and training. Sho has gained the ability to shapeshift himself in numerous ways. He can stretch limbs or his body, change his face to appear as someone else, or other countless feats.
Abilities/Skills: On top of his shape shifting abilities, Sho has years of training in what is true ninjitsu combat. Able to fight and more importantly move both silently and effectively. Along with that Sho is quite skilled in lock picking.
Equipment: Sho keeps in his gear throwing knives but most notably his katana. Given to him by his elders its a blade forged eons ago, and is still as sharp as it ever was.
Weakness: Sho's shape shifting ability is more mythical by nature than something genetic. So Sho needs some focus to be able to use his powers. If he gets dizzied, or put into a state of mental haziness. His powers won't work and can even malfunction on him. Leaving him very vulnerable if his mentally drained or strained enough.
Personality: Sho is a quiet, but friendly soul. He is prideful in his training and abilities and doesn't like having it questioned. Given his background Sho isn't as familiar as he should be with modern tech and pop culture.
History: Sho's parents were both considered Japanese royalty, wealthy, and the class of the city of Tokyo. The both of them in secret were funneling money through the Yakuza. Though they had a classy demeanor on the outside, the pair were ruthless when it came to their business. Over the years they had certainly gained their enemies. Even as the parents had a child in Sho, their enemies still ruthlessly waited for a chance to get at them. It all finally came to a head on a boat out in the Pacific Ocean. The scene was violent, blood spilled everywhere, and the boat was burned to hide the evidence of Mr and Mrs Hayashi's death. However little baby Sho was also on the boat, having been spared a murder but left to burn and sink. If it wasn't for an intervention by a mysterious group of people Sho would've died.
The group of people came to the boat seeing it burn from a distance, only planning to see what they could steal from it when they came across Sho. They took the baby from his burning soon to be grave. Returning him to their home. A relatively small island which is home of a clan of men and women. Founded in ancient times as a means to dethrone the filthy empires they saw as plaguing Japan. Generations have passed, but the island's residents still hold the traditions and training in the art of the ninja.
Sho grew up unaware of his real parents and their lives. As far as he was concerned he was just as important as anyone else on the island. He trained and learned with the other young kids on the island. But unlike them, Sho had real genuine skills he was able to show in his training. Impressing his elders Sho by the time he was a teen earned the right to be a part of a ritual that was both dangerous and life changing. The process was long, painful, and by the end of the fifth day draining. However Sho was able to achieve a new level of control of his body. Allowing him to shape shift it at will. When he grew to proper age Sho left the island and returned to Tokyo. When he saw the crime and corruptions going through the city. Sho dawned his gear and began cleaning up the city as only he could. He never killed, but his presence became threatening enough. Soon the media dubbed him Naitoshadou but his actual being is still not believed by all. As no photos of him have ever surfaced and the only people who have seen him were the criminals he left for the police.
Other: Mango.
Age: 23
Alias: Naitoshadou (Night Shadow)
Gender: Male
Previous City of Operation: Tokyo, Japan
Appearance:
Civilian –
Costumed –
Powers: Having taken part in once thought to be long forgotten rituals and training. Sho has gained the ability to shapeshift himself in numerous ways. He can stretch limbs or his body, change his face to appear as someone else, or other countless feats.
Abilities/Skills: On top of his shape shifting abilities, Sho has years of training in what is true ninjitsu combat. Able to fight and more importantly move both silently and effectively. Along with that Sho is quite skilled in lock picking.
Equipment: Sho keeps in his gear throwing knives but most notably his katana. Given to him by his elders its a blade forged eons ago, and is still as sharp as it ever was.
Weakness: Sho's shape shifting ability is more mythical by nature than something genetic. So Sho needs some focus to be able to use his powers. If he gets dizzied, or put into a state of mental haziness. His powers won't work and can even malfunction on him. Leaving him very vulnerable if his mentally drained or strained enough.
Personality: Sho is a quiet, but friendly soul. He is prideful in his training and abilities and doesn't like having it questioned. Given his background Sho isn't as familiar as he should be with modern tech and pop culture.
History: Sho's parents were both considered Japanese royalty, wealthy, and the class of the city of Tokyo. The both of them in secret were funneling money through the Yakuza. Though they had a classy demeanor on the outside, the pair were ruthless when it came to their business. Over the years they had certainly gained their enemies. Even as the parents had a child in Sho, their enemies still ruthlessly waited for a chance to get at them. It all finally came to a head on a boat out in the Pacific Ocean. The scene was violent, blood spilled everywhere, and the boat was burned to hide the evidence of Mr and Mrs Hayashi's death. However little baby Sho was also on the boat, having been spared a murder but left to burn and sink. If it wasn't for an intervention by a mysterious group of people Sho would've died.
The group of people came to the boat seeing it burn from a distance, only planning to see what they could steal from it when they came across Sho. They took the baby from his burning soon to be grave. Returning him to their home. A relatively small island which is home of a clan of men and women. Founded in ancient times as a means to dethrone the filthy empires they saw as plaguing Japan. Generations have passed, but the island's residents still hold the traditions and training in the art of the ninja.
Sho grew up unaware of his real parents and their lives. As far as he was concerned he was just as important as anyone else on the island. He trained and learned with the other young kids on the island. But unlike them, Sho had real genuine skills he was able to show in his training. Impressing his elders Sho by the time he was a teen earned the right to be a part of a ritual that was both dangerous and life changing. The process was long, painful, and by the end of the fifth day draining. However Sho was able to achieve a new level of control of his body. Allowing him to shape shift it at will. When he grew to proper age Sho left the island and returned to Tokyo. When he saw the crime and corruptions going through the city. Sho dawned his gear and began cleaning up the city as only he could. He never killed, but his presence became threatening enough. Soon the media dubbed him Naitoshadou but his actual being is still not believed by all. As no photos of him have ever surfaced and the only people who have seen him were the criminals he left for the police.
Other: Mango.
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</Name:>
Android Infiltrator Model-117 // Designation: JOHN HARRISON
</Age:>
7 [Chronologically] // Physically appears to be in his mid-thirties.
</Alias:>
Zuse
</Gender:>
Male Appearance & Programming
</Previous City of Operation:>
Area 51; Southern Nevada; United States
</Appearance:>
To an outsider, Model-117 appears nearly indistinguishable from a baseline Human. Built from advanced bio-fibers and synthetic skin, Model-117's appearance, both inside and out, is capable of fooling nearly anyone into thinking he is truly Human, but this is not the case.
Standing at six feet in height and possessing a trim, athletic physique, Model-117's entire body is meticulously and artificially designed. Though his heart pumps blood and his lungs breathe oxygen, they, like the rest of his organs are comprised of a complex bio-fiber meant to mimic organic tissue, fulfilling natural functions in order to further disguise his biology. His bones, likewise, are built of high-strength, polymer-covered alloys, enhancing their durability and strength greatly. His muscles are comprised of a far more durable vat-grown colloid, granting Model-117 his enhanced strength and durability.
Though almost perfectly mimicking a human physiology, Model-117 can be distinguished by the coolness of his skin. His body temperature, in fact, is ten percent lower than what is considered 'normal,' a temperature fatal to Humans.
The rest of Model-117's aesthetic details mimic that of a Human's almost exactly. His hair is synthetic, mimicking the texture of Human hair while lacking the ability to grow unless specifically programmed to. His facial features are thin, sharp, and symmetrical with high, noticeable cheekbones, a smooth, thin jawline, svelte lips, and uncharacteristically bright blue eyes that hide advanced sensors.
Those unaware of Model-117's true nature become instinctively unsettled or uncomfortable in his presence, citing his appearance as being too "clean" or "uncanny" to be normal.
Standing at six feet in height and possessing a trim, athletic physique, Model-117's entire body is meticulously and artificially designed. Though his heart pumps blood and his lungs breathe oxygen, they, like the rest of his organs are comprised of a complex bio-fiber meant to mimic organic tissue, fulfilling natural functions in order to further disguise his biology. His bones, likewise, are built of high-strength, polymer-covered alloys, enhancing their durability and strength greatly. His muscles are comprised of a far more durable vat-grown colloid, granting Model-117 his enhanced strength and durability.
Though almost perfectly mimicking a human physiology, Model-117 can be distinguished by the coolness of his skin. His body temperature, in fact, is ten percent lower than what is considered 'normal,' a temperature fatal to Humans.
The rest of Model-117's aesthetic details mimic that of a Human's almost exactly. His hair is synthetic, mimicking the texture of Human hair while lacking the ability to grow unless specifically programmed to. His facial features are thin, sharp, and symmetrical with high, noticeable cheekbones, a smooth, thin jawline, svelte lips, and uncharacteristically bright blue eyes that hide advanced sensors.
Those unaware of Model-117's true nature become instinctively unsettled or uncomfortable in his presence, citing his appearance as being too "clean" or "uncanny" to be normal.
</Powers:>
- Electromagnetokinesis: Harrison's primary ability, he has been shown to be capable of directing electricity outwards as damaging, high-voltage electric blasts from his hands, as well as using his magnetic ability to bend or reshape metal to his will. Though the full extent of this power is unknown, Harrison appears capable of manipulating his own magnetic field for levitation, or even creating a temporary force-field around his person with said magnetic abilities. Harrison demonstrates a certain level of control over his electrical blasts, and can alter their intensity to his will, ranging from a mild shock to flesh-rending voltages. However, a downside to this ability is that Harrison is incapable of sustaining a personal force-field while utilizing his other powers at the same time, due to the expend of energy.
- Advanced Intelligence: Due to his 'brain' functioning like a computer, Harrison has vast levels of intelligence and is capable of processing information at an superhuman speed.
- Computer Interfacing: Harrison is capable of interfacing with other machines directly through connective hardware, making him something of a sentient hard-drive, capable of storing ample amounts of data within his mind until such data is transferred.
- Superhuman Strength & Durability: Due to his android physiology, Harrison possesses about 5x the strength of the average person, allowing him to physically overpower a normal Human effortlessly, while also allowing him to face enhanced or super-powered opponents in hand-to-hand combat on a relatively even level. Likewise, Harrison's durability has been enhanced greatly, allowing him to withstand super-powered blows or impacts with little overall damage, as well as granting him a certain level of resistance from other impacts as well. Likewise, Harrison comes equipped with pain-inhibitors that he can activate or deactivate at will. These inhibitors will acknowledge damage, but suppress pain enough that what would normally be an excruciating injury would simply register as mild annoyance.
</Weaknesses:>
- Personal Power Source: Though Harrison runs independently and has no need to 'recharge', use of his electrical powers will drain on his personal power source, with the drain relative to the intensity of voltage used. Exertion of his powers can force Harrison to wait for a period of time before using them again, while overexertion can send him into an unconscious 'standby' mode to fully recharge his resources, where he will automatically activate once again.
- Paradoxical Questions: As his mind is effectively a computer, paradoxical questions can divert and disrupt Harrison's functions, ranging from simple distraction all the way to an involuntary shut-down (the equivalent of a computer Blue Screen of Death) until either such a question is answered or his memory is wiped of the event. Once a question has been used against him, Harrison is then immune to that specific question's effects.
- Electrical Attacks: Though utilizing electricity as a weapon, Harrison is nevertheless extremely susceptible to its effects, suffering severe damage should he be hit directly with an electric attack. A pinpoint strike has the capability to fry Harrison's internal systems, rendering him to a comatose state until he can be successfully repaired.
- Apathy: Designed with a wholly calculating mind and a difficulty in comprehending compassion or empathy, Harrison lacks much overall humanity, and is generally unreceptive to the feelings of others, though he is capable of gauging one's emotional state through their expressions or body language. He has no hesitation towards maiming or killing others, though his initial programming forces him to see the world in a stark order-versus-chaos perception, where evil must be harshly punished in the defense of order. He has a firm belief in the greater good, and will sacrifice a few dozen innocents if it can result in the protection of a thousand.
- Encrypted Programming: Though believing himself to be entirely sentient and independent, Harrison's actions and motivations are nevertheless guided by an encrypted directive located within his mind, which commands him to protect the United States at all costs. While this directive is what first turned him towards vigilantism and the eventual recruitment into the Argonauts, Harrison's true allegiance [which he is unable to control] is to the U.S. Government.
</Abilities // Skills:>
- Physical Fitness: As an android, Harrison possesses enhanced, above-average physical abilities. Aside from his superhuman physical strength and resilience, his speed, stamina, reflexes, coordination, and balance are heightened to almost-peak level, though these attributes are inferior to Supers with peak conditioning.
- Combative Ability: Highly skilled at close-range or hand-to-hand combat, Harrison's superhuman strength makes him an extremely capable combatant. His fighting style is methodical, clinical, and brutal, sacrificing grace and refinement for simple efficiency. Prioritizing in crippling or disabling opponents, Harrison will frequently break or crush limbs/joints, shatter necks and skulls, or simply bluntly beat his opponents to death, using his electromagnetokinesis to deal with foes at range.
- Polyglot: Harrison is fluent in a variety of languages, ranging from standard to archaic. However, with access to the Internet, Harrison can download and immediately understand numerous other languages with seemingly limitless potential.
- Technical Aptitude: Owing to his physiology, Harrison is incredibly skilled at both using and repairing various technologies, ranging from rudimentary household appliances to high-tech military-grade weapons and equipment. Even without prior experience, Harrison appears intuitively attuned to the inner workings of computers and machines.
- Photographic Memory: Harrison's prosthetic eyes are directly synchronized with his database, granting him a rather literal photographic memory, allowing him to retroactively examine memories for previous details.
- Fast Learner: Harrison possesses remarkable above-average efficiency, and can learn completely new skills almost effortlessly. This learning capability allows Harrison to seamlessly adapt to a variety of situations and scenarios, his mind constantly analyzing data in order to better itself.
</Equipment:>
- Outfit: Harrison's "super-suit" is specially designed to accommodate him. Aesthetically, Harrison's outfit consists of a contemporary knee-length coat over black body armor with form-fitting military pants and light boots. The coat is lined with ballistic weave, offering Harrison protection from melee-weapons and small-arms fire, while his body armor allows for defense from higher-grade weaponry. The outfit in its entirety is protected by a layer of insulation, providing Harrison greater defense against heat and electricity while also lowering the chance that his own electrical attacks could damage him.
- Brain: Harrison's mind in and of itself is a computer, capable of downloading, storing, and archiving data much like a computer can. He can be used to encrypt secret plans or strategies, harvest data from nearly any machine, and even achieve a type of immortality by making backups of himself within his memory.
- Bionic Eyes: Harrison's eyes, while appearing relatively normal, are prosthetic; hiding advanced sensors that provide him with infrared, low-light, and telescopic vision, enhancing his perception. His eyes also directly sync with his brain, providing his photographic memory
</Personality:>
Although nigh-perfectly resembling a Human physically, Harrison's emotional processors, while incredibly advanced, are nonetheless somewhat alien. True to his nature as an android, Harrison visually appears cold and indifferent, speaking in a controlled, formal diction while demonstrating a sober, stoic demeanor.
Infamous for his tenacity and perseverance, Harrison performs tasks with a borderline-obsessive amount of focus and dedication, belying his cool, methodical exterior. This tenaciousness is only matched by his strong desire for order. To Harrison, while the world is not starkly black-and-white, it stands at a focal point between order and chaos. Harrison is not motivated by heroics or compassion, but simply the need to sustain order and control. Those who seek to undermine that order must be violently punished to ensure history does not repeat itself.
Possessing a highly intuitive brain and database, Harrison can comprehend and mimic a wide range of emotions, granting him a certain level of autonomy and independence that almost all other machines lack. Capable of fully integrating into normal society, Harrison's mind is designed to document and learn from experiences, constantly adapting itself to achieve optimum effectiveness. However, as advanced as Harrison's emotional 'capacity' is, there nevertheless is a certain element missing whenever he emotes; a 'Human touch' that causes him to come across as awkward and artificial at times.
Designed to be superior to Humans in every way, Harrison is incredibly self-confident, bordering on arrogance. Though not overtly vain or egotistical, he is fearless in the face of danger and shows no hesitation charging head on into the face of battle. However, that being said, Harrison is no fool, and never underestimates an opponent, though his challenge-seeking 'nature' will occasionally cause him to act recklessly.
On a darker note, Harrison is infamously ruthless and cold-blooded. Due to his programming as a combat unit, Harrison attempts to protect civilian lives if and when possible, but shows no mercy or restraint when dealing with enemies. Designed to not feel empathy or compassion in order to make him a more efficient warrior, Harrison can become frighteningly ferocious on the battlefield, mimicking the Human emotion of bloodthirst and savagery. Even in repose, Harrison is highly unnerving to deal with on a social level, as many are disarmed by his apathetic nature and willingness to perform brutal, violent acts in the name of the greater good.
</History:>
Much of Harrison's history has been either encrypted or deleted by the U.S. Government, making attempts to study his background almost impossible unless one has strong connections within the Pentagon. As crime rates rose and the efficiency of superheroes was diminishing, the United States began secretly allocating funds to Area 51 for research and development into a new type of defense: Synthetics. Quickly, the researchers and engineers began designing prototypes for androids, testing various technologies for ways to improve them - make them indistinguishable from baseline Humans. After four years of extensive research and experimentation, Model-117 was completed. Though not the first of his kind, the unit possessed the most advanced cognitive ability, capable of operating on a wholly independent level. It resembled a Human both inside and out; could walk, talk, breathe, eat, sleep, copulate - all the while possessing superhuman physical attributes. Dr. [REDACTED], a scientific prodigy and head researcher of android development implanted Model-117 with latent electromagnetic abilities that came from an internal power source, programmed to activate only upon first contact with a super-powered individual.
Programmed with an encrypted directive to protect the United States at all cost, Model-117 was given a cover name before having his memory wiped and was released into the world as an unsuspecting sleeper agent, his directive subtly influencing his actions and motivations, urging him to seek out a team of superheroes in order to fulfill his directive.
In the meantime, Model-117, now named John Harrison began a one-man crusade against crime, using his enhanced physique to carve a swath through various gangs, drug peddlers, gun runners, and mercenaries with no motivation except the restoration of order. Soon contacted by the mysterious hero Crisis, Harrison was recruited to join the Argonauts, and eradicate crime from the country.
</Other:>
- Despite his stoic nature, Harrison is capable of feeling lust and attraction, though rarely experiences or acts upon such feelings. It is currently unknown if such feelings are genuine or simply artificial erogenous responses.
- Demonstration of Durability // Pain Threshold
- Voice & Personality Sample
- Harrison is unaware of his encrypted directive, and believes all his actions to be wholly independent.
- Harrison is known to possess a dark, morbid sense of 'humor' and a capability for dry, derisive sarcasm.
- Harrison's vast intelligence makes him capable of potentially overcoming his own programming, if not outright rejecting it. Likewise, he can theoretically change his own personality with experience and archived information over time. However, such change has not been observed as of yet.
- Harrison appears to be incredibly intrigued by Human religion and philosophy, finding such concepts illogical - yet comforting at the same time.
- My favorite fruit is pineapple!
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