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The Marchand Academy of Sorcery

Alright, here's Breck!

Breck of Midornia

Full Name: Breckenridge Asino Valenst of Midornia

Nicknames/Aliases:
Breck, Midornian, Witch Hunter.

Age:
17

Gender:
Male

Primary:
Defensive - Specializing in Shielding

Secondaries:
Shadowstepping and Tracking

Description:
Breck stands at a fairly standard 5'11, and posses the lean, agile build common to his ancestry. His skin is a light olive complexion, with silvery hair that doesn't fall lower than his cheekbones. His eyes are also a shade of grey, albeit darker than his hair. Most notably are the multiple piercings in his ears, customary markings that show him to be a witch hunter, or at the very least a descendant of one. His apparel is inspired by goth streetwear, and he takes great pride in looking like something from a pale blog.

Personality:
Breck is rather quiet, and distant. However, this does not mean he is particularly hostile or anti-social, he merely keeps to himself. He does have a sense of nobility, and can be rather charismatic at times, but he has had it ingrained into him that he will never be able to be the person he was raised to be and have deep relationships, that if he comes to love someone or care for them, he will eventually play a part in their demise. As such, he chooses not to inflict himself on others.

Crush: N/A, Breck has been conditioned to both asexual and aromantic.


Skills:
Breckenridge has been trained to be proficient in hand to hand combat, and prides himself as a bit of a pugilist. He has additionally been trained for tracking, acrobatics, stealth, an ranged weaponry. He also has general knowledge regarding basic alchemy and first aid.

Midornian Shielding: Midornians have a specialized use of defensive magic, using it to shield their entire body to act as a sort of protective armor against both physical and magical attacks.

Midornian Shadow Stepping: Along with shielding techniques, Midornians are trained to be competent at shadow stepping. Rather than using it occasionally, Midornians are trained to use the ability rapidly, making it appear as if someone can be in multiple places at once.

Midornian Tracking: Finally, Midornians are trained to track using smell and sight, and even the youngest of Midornians can track an animal for miles.

Weaknesses:
Breckenridge is not someone people are likely to trust or warm up to, after all, he's from a family of witch-hunters in a world full of witches. This distrust means that Breckenridge will have few allies in life, and there is always a strength in numbers.


Brief History:
Breckenridge was born and raised on the mountainous Island of Midornia, an isolated Island home to the infamous witch-hunting family; the Valensts. The Valenst family had for centuries reared their young to be the most competent killers for hire in the world, and upon passing their trials and earning their markings at the age of 16, would travel out into the world to work as glorified assassins for those who could not defend themselves against magic wielders. If a witch was poisoning your well, you'd keep an eye out at the nearest bar for someone with ear-piercings and silver hair. The Children are taught all the skills necessary to do the work that was expected of them, and although they always left with noble intentions, morality can't be used to buy bread. If the Witch-Hunter survive until 45, they would return to Midornia to train and raise the next generation of Witch Hunters, and so forth.

Following the wars however, not enough members of the Valenst family returned to train the children. As such, the exceptional children who excelled at their training would instead be sent off to private academies to further develop their abilities before going out into the world. Breckenridge was one of these "exceptional" children, and as such at the age of 16 he was instead given a year to catch up with his would-be peers academically, then sent to the Marchand Academy.

Other:
Breckenridge has a mild to sever un-diagnosed case of depression.

- Fragmented - (dead; stay tuned for the next one!)

Breckenridge Stonemason

Character image:


Name:
Breckenridge Devatta Stonemason

Age:
25

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Asexual, and Aromantic

Appearance:

Prosthetic Limbs

Right Arm:

Legs:

Three out of Breck's four limbs have been replaced with his own advanced prosthesis, all of which sport an aesthetically attractive silver hue with an electric blue trim (See legs for color scheme). Breckenridge stands at an even 6'0, and with a bit of a dadbod weighs in at around 195lbs. He has a gentle but confidant posture, his back straight and shoulders broad, but he does well not to over-posturize, and takes care not to puff his chest or raise his chin.

His attire and aesthetic match that of a lumberjack, and he can be seen exclusively wearing flannels of reds and browns tucked into simple blue jeans. He's also known to sport simple work boots, and a pair of reddened leather suspenders. He purposefully keeps the sleeves of his flannel rolled up at all times, openly displaying his prosthetic right arm.

Personality:
In short, Breckenridge is one of the kindest, most generous men you're ever likely to meet. He is deeply philanthropic, and strives to be fair and encouraging in everything he does. Unlike some, he does not do good things for the feelings that accumulate from positive attention, but rather because he believes himself duty-bound to do the most good he can for this world. He is also incredibly intelligent, but rather than cold and calculating or cruel and cunning, he is wise and warm. He is incredibly patient, and believes deeply that every person alive has good in them, and simply need the motivation to act upon it.

He will trust you, regardless of if you've given him reason not to. He will help you, even if you don't ask for it. He will let you take advantage of him, even if he knows your intents.

Biography:
Breck was born and raised in a small town just south of the Canadian Border in Washington State to his single mother Brooklyn. His father had allegedly died in the war, but he had come to believe that was simply the story of a mother trying to protect her son from the abandonment she felt. His mother had gotten pregnant in her senior year of high school, and unable to balance pursuing a degree, affording basic necessities, and raising a child, he and his mother moved in with his grandparents. Originally, the plan was that his mother would get her degree and begin a career, and they would move out to their own home. However, that plan changed when Brooklyn's mother, Lydia, passed away shortly after Brook had graduated with her Nursing degree. From then on, Brooklyn and Breckenridge decided to continue living at home with Brook's father, Alan. Alan was a retired electrical engineer, and as he was both Breck's primary caretaker and only paternal figure, he cultivated a fascination and love for technology and engineering in Breck, which would only grow alongside his interest in human anatomy as he aged.

In regards to his adolescent years, Breckenridge excelled far beyond his peers in every subject, particularly those regarding math and science. Socially however, he fell behind his peers. He was not anti-social, nor disliked, he simply found it difficult to create deep, meaningful relationships with the people around him. Every attempt was met with failure, as he was surrounded by an ever pervasive feeling that each person he befriended was lacking something intrinsically, that there was a key component they were missing that prevented him from becoming attached. This incomprehensible sensation grew and manifested itself in the form of isolation and distance, Breckenridge would actively avoid engaging with his peers in any capacity, as he believed that attempting to befriend them would only be a disservice, as any time either party invested in each other would be null in the face of this sense of lacking. This social isolation resulted in a mild form of depression and Enochlophobia (Fear of Crowds), which he dismisses as "Natural melancholy and mild discomfort in large crowds." He developed a fairly pervasive sense of being an "onlooker" rather than an active participator in social settings, and thus came forth his generous, kind, and caring ideals. He saw enough negativity in the world that he decided it was his responsibility to bring some positivity to the forefront.

Unwilling to pursue relationships, he Instead focused on cultivating his interests and pursuing his hobbies, which involved engineering practical robotics and researching the human anatomy and how electricity could impact it. Upon graduating high school at the ripe age of 14, Breck received a full ride scholarship to Cambridge University and left his home in Washington to attend college in Massachusetts.

After graduating at 20 with a Masters Degree in both Bio-Chemistry and Electrical engineering, Breckenridge moved to Virginia Beach to begin working on an aquatic exo-suit designed to allow naval engineers to preform hull repairs without porting a naval vessel. The project's Research and Development was entirely funded by the U.S. Department of Defense, and Breck was assigned as one of the three engineers for the project, responsible for designing the most efficient possible frame for all necessary tech the device would house. He was granted a two-year timeline along with significant funding for his R&D, and per usual, blew the expectations set on him out of the water. Within a year, he had not only designed a frame; but had completely designed the suit, along with a number of components that did not yet exist. For these components of course he had also designed blueprints and schematics that would prove to be entirely viable under scrutiny from his fellow engineers. Once higher ups saw his work, they made him the head of the project, and allowed him to continue forward with the project.

Six months after he and his team began working on development of the S.H.R.A.M. (Sub-aquatic Hull Repair and Assessment Module), a fatal error was made. The Lithium-Ion battery developed specifically to power the SHRAM had been assembled using cheaper materials than advised by Breck and his team, which resulted in an explosion during routine testing, which was being carried out at the time by Breckenridge himself. The explosion resulted in the emergency amputation of his right arm, and both of his legs, as he had been standing to the left of the SHRAM prototype conducting routine software diagnostics at a desktop computer when the battery blew.

Following the SHRAM accident, Breckenridge was granted a large settlement of 5.5 million USD, after signing a nondisclosure of course. Following his immediate medical treatment, he returned home to Washington State and began undergoing physical therapy. He was provided with state of the art prosthesis for his missing limbs, but their inefficiency and difficulty to use drove him mad. Then, one day, he achieved a sort of clarity, and immediately hid himself away into his garage/work-space.

For a year he holed himself away in that garage, leaving only to use the restroom twice a day, like clockwork. In that garage he worked endlessly, foregoing both food and sleep as long as possible to focus on his work until one day, he emerged.

He emerged walking on two fully functional bionic legs, and with a fully functioning bionic right arm. He had used his settlement as funding, and combined his knowledge of the human body and electrical engineering to create the most advanced prosthesis known to man. The prosthesis were controlled by the existing neural pathways in his body, and could be installed through an automated process that was encoded into the prosthesis's software. That was the day that BLI (Better Living Industries) was created, an organization dedicated to improving the lives of every human alive with affordable and reliable technology.

A year later, BLI was a promising up and comer in the Tech world. Although they had yet to officially do much more than secure several patents for a variety of different (revolutionary) devices, Breck's company had already received enormous investments allowing him to conduct his research peacefully from his home in the isolated mountains of Washington State. Much to the chagrin of his investors, Breckenridge refused to go to market until he was able to manufacture his tech at affordable rates, and constantly worked to make his patents more affordable, without sacrificing the quality that separated his tech from what was already on the market.

Maintaining this balance was proving difficult, Breckenridge found, and a surprise letter from the mail inviting him to meet with other Fragmented individuals seemed like the perfect opportunity to take a step back from the trees, as it was, and finally determine if it was others who had been missing something intrinsically, or if it was him.

Other: ★
-Breckenridge has a notable level of fame despite keeping his public appearances to a minimum. He's an up and comer in the tech market that the world has only just began to pay attention to. Those who keep an eye on the news will know his name, and perhaps even his face.

-Breckenridge has stated that the reason he chooses to openly display both his prosthesis and status as a Fragmented individual is because "The choices I make can influence others in ways that are unimaginable. So, I chose to proudly display my prosthesis; so the veteran seeing me on the news understands that he doesn't need to be ashamed of his. So that the child with degenerative limb diseases doesn't believe something is wrong with her, because she has metal where others have skin. I don't hide who I am, because doing so would suggest that those like me should hide themselves as well. Every person alive deserves to be comfortable in their skin, and proud of who they are."

- HUGE Dad Friend Energy

- Fragmented - (dead; stay tuned for the next one!)

Hey, so here's that updated version.

Breckenridge Stonemason

Character image:

Name: Breckenridge Devatta Stonemason

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Asexual, and Aromantic

Appearance:

Prosthetic Limbs

Right Arm:

Legs:

Three out of Breck's four limbs have been replaced with his own advanced prosthesis, all of which sport an aesthetically attractive silver hue with an electric blue trim (See legs for color scheme). Breckenridge stands at an even 6'0, and with a bit of a dadbod weighs in at around 195lbs. He has a gentle but confidant posture, his back straight and shoulders broad, but he does well not to over-posturize, and takes care not to puff his chest or raise his chin.

His attire and aesthetic match that of a lumberjack, and he can be seen exclusively wearing flannels of reds and browns tucked into simple blue jeans. He's also known to sport simple work boots, and a pair of reddened leather suspenders. He purposefully keeps the sleeves of his flannel rolled up at all times, openly displaying his prosthetic right arm.

Personality:
In short, Breckenridge is one of the kindest, most generous men you're ever likely to meet. He is deeply philanthropic, and strives to be fair and encouraging in everything he does. Unlike some, he does not do good things for the feelings that accumulate from positive attention, but rather because he believes himself duty-bound to do the most good he can for this world. He is also incredibly intelligent, but rather than cold and calculating or cruel and cunning, he is wise and warm. He is incredibly patient, and believes deeply that every person alive has good in them, and simply need the motivation to act upon it.

He will trust you, regardless of if you've given him reason not to. He will help you, even if you don't ask for it. He will let you take advantage of him, even if he knows your intents.

Biography:
Breck was born and raised in a small town just south of the Canadian Border in Washington State to his single mother Brooklyn. His father had allegedly died in the war, but he had come to believe that was simply the story of a mother trying to protect her son from the abandonment she felt. His mother had gotten pregnant in her senior year of high school, and unable to balance pursuing a degree, affording basic necessities, and raising a child, he and his mother moved in with his grandparents. Originally, the plan was that his mother would get her degree and begin a career, and they would move out to their own home. However, that plan changed when Brooklyn's mother, Lydia, passed away shortly after Brook had graduated with her Nursing degree. From then on, Brooklyn and Breckenridge decided to continue living at home with Brook's father, Alan. Alan was a retired electrical engineer, and as he was both Breck's primary caretaker and only paternal figure, he cultivated a fascination and love for technology and engineering in Breck, which would only grow alongside his interest in human anatomy as he aged.

In regards to his adolescent years, Breckenridge excelled far beyond his peers in every subject, particularly those regarding math and science. Socially however, he fell behind his peers. He was not anti-social, nor disliked, he simply found it difficult to create deep, meaningful relationships with the people around him. Every attempt was met with failure, as he was surrounded by an ever pervasive feeling that each person he befriended was lacking something intrinsically, that there was a key component they were missing that prevented him from becoming attached. This incomprehensible sensation grew and manifested itself in the form of isolation and distance, Breckenridge would actively avoid engaging with his peers in any capacity, as he believed that attempting to befriend them would only be a disservice, as any time either party invested in each other would be null in the face of this sense of lacking. This social isolation resulted in a mild form of depression and Enochlophobia (Fear of Crowds), which he dismisses as "Natural melancholy and mild discomfort in large crowds." He developed a fairly pervasive sense of being an "onlooker" rather than an active participator in social settings, and thus came forth his generous, kind, and caring ideals. He saw enough negativity in the world that he decided it was his responsibility to bring some positivity to the forefront.

Unwilling to pursue relationships, he Instead focused on cultivating his interests and pursuing his hobbies, which involved engineering practical robotics and researching the human anatomy and how electricity could impact it. Upon graduating high school at the ripe age of 14, Breck received a full ride scholarship to Cambridge University and left his home in Washington to attend college in Massachusetts.

After graduating at 20 with a Masters Degree in both Bio-Chemistry and Electrical engineering, Breckenridge moved to Virginia Beach to begin working on an aquatic exo-suit designed to allow naval engineers to preform hull repairs without porting a naval vessel. The project's Research and Development was entirely funded by the U.S. Department of Defense, and Breck was assigned as one of the three engineers for the project, responsible for designing the most efficient possible frame for all necessary tech the device would house. He was granted a two-year timeline along with significant funding for his R&D, and per usual, blew the expectations set on him out of the water. Within a year, he had not only designed a frame; but had completely designed the suit, along with a number of components that did not yet exist. For these components of course he had also designed blueprints and schematics that would prove to be entirely viable under scrutiny from his fellow engineers. Once higher ups saw his work, they made him the head of the project, and allowed him to continue forward with the project.

Six months after he and his team began working on development of the S.H.R.A.M. (Sub-aquatic Hull Repair and Assessment Module), a fatal error was made. The Lithium-Ion battery developed specifically to power the SHRAM had been assembled using cheaper materials than advised by Breck and his team, which resulted in an explosion during routine testing, which was being carried out at the time by Breckenridge himself. The explosion resulted in the emergency amputation of his right arm, and both of his legs, as he had been standing to the left of the SHRAM prototype conducting routine software diagnostics at a desktop computer when the battery blew.

Following the SHRAM accident, Breckenridge was granted a large settlement of 5.5 million USD, after signing a nondisclosure of course. Following his immediate medical treatment, he returned home to Washington State and began undergoing physical therapy. He was provided with state of the art prosthesis for his missing limbs, but their inefficiency and difficulty to use drove him mad. Then, one day, he achieved a sort of clarity, and immediately hid himself away into his garage/work-space.

For a year he holed himself away in that garage, leaving only to use the restroom twice a day, like clockwork. In that garage he worked endlessly, foregoing both food and sleep as long as possible to focus on his work until one day, he emerged.

He emerged walking on two fully functional bionic legs, and with a fully functioning bionic right arm. He had used his settlement as funding, and combined his knowledge of the human body and electrical engineering to create the most advanced prosthesis known to man. The prosthesis were controlled by the existing neural pathways in his body, and could be installed through an automated process that was encoded into the prosthesis's software. That was the day that BLI (Better Living Industries) was created, an organization dedicated to improving the lives of every human alive with affordable and reliable technology.

A year later, BLI was a promising up and comer in the Tech world. Although they had yet to officially do much more than secure several patents for a variety of different (revolutionary) devices, Breck's company had already received enormous investments allowing him to conduct his research peacefully from his home in the isolated mountains of Washington State. Much to the chagrin of his investors, Breckenridge refused to go to market until he was able to manufacture his tech at affordable rates, and constantly worked to make his patents more affordable, without sacrificing the quality that separated his tech from what was already on the market.

Maintaining this balance was proving difficult, Breckenridge found, and a surprise letter from the mail inviting him to meet with other Fragmented individuals seemed like the perfect opportunity to take a step back from the trees, as it was, and finally determine if it was others who had been missing something intrinsically, or if it was him.

Other: ★
-Breckenridge has a notable level of fame despite keeping his public appearances to a minimum. He's an up and comer in the tech market that the world has only just began to pay attention to. Those who keep an eye on the news will know his name, and perhaps even his face.

-Breckenridge has stated that the reason he chooses to openly display both his prosthesis and status as a Fragmented individual is because "The choices I make can influence others in ways that are unimaginable. So, I chose to proudly display my prosthesis; so the veteran seeing me on the news understands that he doesn't need to be ashamed of his. So that the child with degenerative limb diseases doesn't believe something is wrong with her, because she has metal where others have skin. I don't hide who I am, because doing so would suggest that those like me should hide themselves as well. Every person alive deserves to be comfortable in their skin, and proud of who they are."

- HUGE Dad Friend Energy

- Fragmented - (dead; stay tuned for the next one!)

Hope you don't mind me tossing my hat in the ring.

Breckenridge Stonemason

Character image:

Name: Breckenridge Devatta Stonemason

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Asexual, and Aromantic

Appearance:

Prosthetic Limbs

Right Arm:

Legs:

Three out of Breck's four limbs have been replaced with his own advanced prosthesis, all of which sport an aesthetically attractive silver hue with an electric blue trim (See legs for color scheme). Breckenridge stands at an even 6'0, and with a bit of a dadbod weighs in at around 195lbs. He has a gentle but confidant posture, his back straight and shoulders broad, but he does well not to over-posturize, and takes care not to puff his chest or raise his chin.

His attire and aesthetic match that of a lumberjack, and he can be seen exclusively wearing flannels of reds and browns tucked into simple blue jeans. He's also known to sport simple work boots, and a pair of reddened leather suspenders. He purposefully keeps the sleeves of his flannel rolled up at all times, openly displaying the Fragmented mark on his left wrist, and his prosthetic right arm.

Personality:
In short, Breckenridge is one of the kindest, most generous men you're ever likely to meet. He is deeply philanthropic, and strives to be fair and encouraging in everything he does. Unlike some, he does not do good things for the feelings that accumulate from positive attention, but rather because he believes himself duty-bound to do the most good he can for this world. He is also incredibly intelligent, but rather than cold and calculating or cruel and cunning, he is wise and warm. He is incredibly patient, and believes deeply that every person alive has good in them, and simply need the motivation to act upon it.

He will trust you, regardless of if you've given him reason not to. He will help you, even if you don't ask for it. He will let you take advantage of him, even if he knows your intents.

Biography:
Breck was born and raised in a small town just south of the Canadian Border in Washington State to his single mother Brooklyn. His father had allegedly died in the war, but he had come to believe that was simply the story of a mother trying to protect her son from the abandonment she felt. His mother had gotten pregnant in her senior year of high school, and unable to balance pursuing a degree, affording basic necessities, and raising a child, he and his mother moved in with his grandparents. Originally, the plan was that his mother would get her degree and begin a career, and they would move out to their own home. However, that plan changed when Brooklyn's mother, Lydia, passed away shortly after Brook had graduated with her Nursing degree. From then on, Brooklyn and Breckenridge decided to continue living at home with Brook's father, Alan. Alan was a retired electrical engineer, and as he was both Breck's primary caretaker and only paternal figure, he cultivated a fascination and love for technology and engineering in Breck, which would only grow alongside his interest in human anatomy as he aged.

The markings on Breckenridge's wrists were thought to be little more than birthmarks, as the concept of a fragmented person was so foreign to his family that they didn't even consider it to be a possibility until later in his life.

In regards to his adolescent years, Breckenridge excelled far beyond his peers in every subject, particularly those regarding math and science. Socially however, he fell behind his peers. He was not anti-social, nor disliked, he simply found it difficult to create deep, meaningful relationships with the people around him. Every attempt was met with failure, as he was surrounded by an ever pervasive feeling that each person he befriended was lacking something intrinsically, that there was a key component they were missing that prevented him from becoming attached. This incomprehensible sensation grew and manifested itself in the form of isolation and distance, Breckenridge would actively avoid engaging with his peers in any capacity, as he believed that attempting to befriend them would only be a disservice, as any time either party invested in each other would be null in the face of this sense of lacking. Instead he focused on cultivating his interests and pursuing his hobbies, which involved engineering practical robotics and researching the human anatomy and how electricity could impact it.

Upon graduating high school at the ripe age of 14, Breck received a military-funded full ride scholarship to Cambridge University, with a stipulation that he would be contractually obligated to work at the U.S. Naval base in Virginia Beach after receiving his degrees to further military research into experimental maritime technology. Breckenridge agreed, and left his home in Washington to attend college in Massachusetts.

After graduating at 20 with a Masters Degree in both Bio-Chemistry and Electrical engineering, Breckenridge moved to Virginia Beach to begin working on an aquatic exo-suit designed to allow naval engineers to preform hull repairs without porting a naval vessel. Breckenridge was the acting head of this project, as his educational background made him best suited to lead the project.

Six months after he and his team began working on development of the S.H.R.A.M. (Sub-aquatic Hull Repair and Assessment Module), a fatal error was made. The Lithium-Ion battery developed specifically to power the SHRAM had been assembled using cheaper materials than advised by Breck and his team, which resulted in an explosion during routine testing, which was being carried out at the time by Breckenridge himself. The explosion resulted in the emergency amputation of his right arm, and both of his legs, as he had been standing to the left of the SHRAM prototype conducting routine software diagnostics at a desktop computer when the battery blew.

Following the SHRAM accident, Breckenridge was dismissed from his previous contractual obligation to conduct R&D for the military, and was also granted a large settlement of 5.5 million USD, after signing a nondisclosure of course. Following his immediate medical treatment, he returned home to Washington State and began undergoing physical therapy. He was provided with state of the art prosthesis for his missing limbs, but their inefficiency and difficulty to use drove him mad. Then, one day, he achieved a sort of clarity, and immediately hid himself away into his garage/work-space.

For six months he holed himself away in that garage, leaving only to use the restroom twice a day, like clockwork. In that garage he worked endlessly, sleeping in 15 minute intervals every four hours, and stopping to eat once every two to three days until one day, he emerged.

He emerged walking on two fully functional bionic legs, and with a fully functioning bionic right arm. He had used his settlement as funding, and combined his knowledge of the human body and electrical engineering to create the most advanced prosthesis known to man. The prosthesis were controlled by the existing neural pathways in his body, and could be installed through an automated process that was encoded into the prosthesis's software. That was the day that BLI (Better Living Industries) was created, an organization dedicated to improving the lives of every human alive with affordable and reliable technology.

Four years later, BLI had become one of the largest technology companies in the world, their prosthetic lines were massed produced and even the most advanced models cost less than the average T.V. The company had moved on to create translators, sustainable green energy sources, electric cars that outperformed fossil-fuel powered vehicles at every term, and cost about half as much to produce. All of it done under the supervision of the Fragmented genius who demanded that the world live the best life it could.

Despite being the CEO and owner of one of the most profitable organizations in the world, Breckenridge lead a humble, quiet life. His team of advisers managed the majority of the business's operations, and Breck was, for the most part, left to live peacefully in the mountains of his home state. His mother and Papa would visit him from time to time, and although they feared for their son becoming one of the Lost, they understood that he didn't mind dieing young, so long as he left the world a better place when he did. Aside from his family's occasional visits, he had his pet cat, Cleopatra, to keep him company. He spent his time in seclusion to explore things beyond science and anatomy. He picked up pottery, and art, and spent a great deal of his time reading and sipping wine. When he received an invitation to meet with other Fragmented, like himself, he took Cleo to his Mother's home, and set off, hoping that perhaps there he would find the key every other person thus far had been missing.

Other: ★
-Breckenridge has made it a point that everyone working for his company receives comparative Salaries and benefits, the average salary for his employees is 125k, along with the best healthcare and insurance money can buy. BLI also donates millions to charity, but refuses to use them as a tax write-off, as he believes strongly that doing so counteracts the purpose of charity.

-Breckenridge has a notable level of fame despite keeping his public appearances to a minimum. He's comparable to Elon Musk, albeit not as generally shitty of a person.

-Breckenridge has stated that the reason he chooses to openly display both his prosthesis and Fragmented mark is because "The choices I make can influence others in ways that are unimaginable. So, I chose to proudly display my prosthesis; so the veteran seeing me on the news understands that he doesn't need to be ashamed of his. So that the child with degenerative limb diseases doesn't believe something is wrong with her, because she has metal where others have skin. I don't hide who I am, because doing so would suggest that those like me should hide themselves as well. Every person alive deserves to be comfortable in their skin, and proud of who they are."

- HUGE Dad Friend Energy

R E B E L L I O N - A Superpower Roleplay (CLOSED)

Damon King

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NYC Compound Plaza, Interacting with @ZAVAZggg, @FailingForward & @Lasrever

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"And by resistance, he means himself." Came a deep, but upbeat voice from the crowd. Shortly after came the owner of that formerly disembodied voice, strolling confidently forward towards the trio from a group of people crouched around a pair of dice. Damon's neck tattoo was in plain sight as he approached with a genuine smile, the slight traces of wind causing his already unruly auburn hair to blow about a bit, and his eyes practically glowed gold in the light of the sun. Bartholomew wasn't the only person out recruiting today, but he was definitely the most uptight, at least in Damon's eyes. Luckily for Damon, Bart had already gathered two of the people he was interested in tracking down in to one place, so talking to them would be easy enough.

"Before you go making deals with the Devil, you might wanna see all the cards at the table." He stated with a chuckle and a smile, his attention focusing on the two young women in front of him.

"I'm Damon, and you'll be happy to know your reputations precedes you. Cameron Clark, Shapeshifting rebel, and Jenny Steban, the girl that make's Jesus's resurrection look like a parlor trick. Glad to meet you both."

R E B E L L I O N - A Superpower Roleplay (CLOSED)

Damon King

Name: Damon King

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Appearance: Damon stands at an impressive 6'2, and weighs in at about 240 pounds of solid muscle. His skin is more fair than it is pale, but it's easy to mix the two up. His hair is an auburn that strays further to the side of red than it does brown, due to his Irish and Spanish heritage and his eyes are a light brown, almost Hazel color that turns to gold in the sun light. He keeps his face well shaven, with the exception of his short sideburns, which extend slightly beyond his ear lobes. He also has a tattoo on the right side of his neck, noticeably marking him as a member of the D.R.M. Additionally, his canines are notably sharper than the average Devo's and his fingernails grow sharp and pitch-black, making it look like he paints and files his nails, which are kept long.

Abilities: Organic Constructs

Damon's body is composed of an incredibly dense biomass, which he can use for a variety of different applications, both offensive and defensive. He can also detach and re-attach portions of this mass, as well as assimilate organic material (tissue, bone, etc.) from any mammal of his choosing.

Enhanced Physical Condition: Due to the Density of his biological matter and his ability to manipulate his physical makeup, Damon is much stronger, faster, and durable than most humans. Additional, he has significant regenerative properties on account of being able to manipulate his body at will.

Offensive Applications:
Damon is capable of creating prehensile tendrils of biological material which posses incredible strength and durability. He is capable of altering their tensile strength at the expense of mass and flexibility, allowing him to create hard, spear like tendrils that can be thrown or used to puncture, or softer tentacle-like masses that can be used as blunt weapons or for restraints.

He can also create constructs he has dubbed "Bio-Bombs." These bio-bombs are compacted balls of his own biomass which will explode into a mess of gripping tendrils in all directions, which will then pull outward from it's center a few moments before settling into a stagnant position. Short of a bladed instrument or significant strength, these tendrils are very difficult to pull apart or destroy, thus making them wonderful methods of killing weaker individuals, and subduing stronger ones.

Defensive Applications:
Similarly to his tendrils, Damon is able to create a layer of hardened armor over any part of his body, which prevents puncture wounds from knives and low-caliber firearms at the expense of speed and flexibility.

Additionally, he can construct powerful shields capable of resisting higher-caliber firearms and low-grade explosives, although these must be built off of a solid foundation as He can not wield these while moving due to their weight.


Major Weaknesses:
Damon's Biomass is incredibly flammable, exposure to even a gentle flame will cause his bio-matter to light up as if he was covered in gasoline, and rapidly eat away at his expendable mass, limiting his abilities until he introduces and integrates more organic material into his body.

Skills: Damon is a skilled combatant, but an even more powerful organizer. He is stunningly intelligent, incredibly well spoken, and viciously charismatic, a dangerous cocktail for the powers that be who wish to keep him and those like him under their thumb. He has an almost unnatural ability to communicate and connect with others at a deep level.

Additionally, Damon has been working Telecommunications for a few years, and has picked up on more than a few neat tricks because of it.

Equipment: Damon owns only the clothing on his back; a pair of black work boots, dark faded jeans, a white V-neck t-shirt, and a black leather jacket. (With the exception of a few tools of the trade and a laptop, all of which he keeps in a small duffel-bag.)

Biography:
Damon was raised in a poor working class family of Christian Conservative in the midwest, who were incredibly unsympathetic with the plight of the Devo's, believing that these people were demons that appeared to mark the beginning of the rapture. His parents actually participated in the Counter-Protesting of Devo's on the Black Sabbath, but returned home safely, vindicated of their beliefs by what had happened.

Damon however, had been born with an indomitable will and, much to the annoyance of his family, was a complete free thinker. After discovering he himself was a Devo, he fled from his home, knowing that his parents would have him chipped and moved to a compound if they found out. He left without a word, and spent a good amount of time existing under the radar among fellow Anarchists and Socialists. However, as society shifted and became more of a Utopia for non-Devo's and a Dystopia for Devo's, he intentionally got himself caught and identified, and was then Chipped and sent to a compound. Shortly after, he made contact with the D.R.M. and joined their ranks, getting their mark tattooed on his neck as a symbol of unwillingness to hide from the authorities.

Because of his intellect and charisma, Damon is a vocal activist for the D.R.M., organizing and radicalizing it's members as well as encouraging others to join it's ranks.

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Damon King

Name: Damon King

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Appearance: Damon stands at an impressive 6'2, and weighs in at about 240 pounds of solid muscle. His skin is more fair than it is pale, but it's easy to mix the two up. His hair is an auburn that strays further to the side of red than it does brown, due to his Irish and Spanish heritage and his eyes are a light brown, almost Hazel color that turns to gold in the sun light. He keeps his face well shaven, with the exception of his short sideburns, which extend slightly beyond his ear lobes. He also has a tattoo on the right side of his neck, noticeably marking him as a member of the D.R.M. Additionally, his canines are notably sharper than the average Devo's and his fingernails grow sharp and pitch-black, making it look like he paints and files his nails, which are kept long.

Abilities: Organic Constructs

Damon's body is composed of an incredibly dense biomass, which he can use for a variety of different applications, both offensive and defensive. He can also detach and re-attach portions of this mass, as well as assimilate organic material (tissue, bone, etc.) from any mammal of his choosing.

Enhanced Physical Condition: Due to the Density of his biological matter and his ability to manipulate his physical makeup, Damon is much stronger, faster, and durable than most humans. Additional, he has significant regenerative properties on account of being able to manipulate his body at will.

Offensive Applications:
Damon is capable of creating prehensile tendrils of biological material which posses incredible strength and durability. He is capable of altering their tensile strength at the expense of mass and flexibility, allowing him to create hard, spear like tendrils that can be thrown or used to puncture, or softer tentacle-like masses that can be used as blunt weapons or for restraints.

He can also create constructs he has dubbed "Bio-Bombs." These bio-bombs are compacted balls of his own biomass which will explode into a mess of gripping tendrils in all directions, which will then pull outward from it's center a few moments before settling into a stagnant position. Short of a bladed instrument or significant strength, these tendrils are very difficult to pull apart or destroy, thus making them wonderful methods of killing weaker individuals, and subduing stronger ones.

Defensive Applications:
Similarly to his tendrils, Damon is able to create a layer of hardened armor over any part of his body, which prevents puncture wounds from knives and low-caliber firearms at the expense of speed and flexibility.

Additionally, he can construct powerful shields capable of resisting higher-caliber firearms and low-grade explosives, although these must be built off of a solid foundation as He can not wield these while moving due to their weight.


Major Weaknesses:
Damon's Biomass is incredibly flammable, exposure to even a gentle flame will cause his bio-matter to light up as if he was covered in gasoline, and rapidly eat away at his expendable mass, limiting his abilities until he introduces and integrates more organic material into his body.

Skills: Damon is a skilled combatant, but an even more powerful organizer. He is stunningly intelligent, incredibly well spoken, and viciously charismatic, a dangerous cocktail for the powers that be who wish to keep him and those like him under their thumb. He has an almost unnatural ability to communicate and connect with others at a deep level.

Additionally, Damon has been working Telecommunications for a few years, and has picked up on more than a few neat tricks because of it.

Equipment: Damon owns only the clothing on his back; a pair of black work boots, dark faded jeans, a white V-neck t-shirt, and a black leather jacket. (With the exception of a few tools of the trade and a laptop, all of which he keeps in a small duffel-bag.)

Biography:
Damon was raised in a poor working class family of Christian Conservative in the midwest, who were incredibly unsympathetic with the plight of the Devo's, believing that these people were demons that appeared to mark the beginning of the rapture. His parents actually participated in the Counter-Protesting of Devo's on the Black Sabbath, but returned home safely, vindicated of their beliefs by what had happened.

Damon however, had been born with an indomitable will and, much to the annoyance of his family, was a complete free thinker. After discovering he himself was a Devo, he fled from his home, knowing that his parents would have him chipped and moved to a compound if they found out. He left without a word, and spent a good amount of time existing under the radar among fellow Anarchists and Socialists. However, as society shifted and became more of a Utopia for non-Devo's and a Dystopia for Devo's, he intentionally got himself caught and identified, and was then Chipped and sent to a compound. Shortly after, he made contact with the D.R.M. and joined their ranks, getting their mark tattooed on his neck as a symbol of unwillingness to hide from the authorities.

Because of his intellect and charisma, Damon is a vocal activist for the D.R.M., organizing and radicalizing it's members as well as encouraging others to join it's ranks.

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Hey, I'm definitely going to be hopping in on this, I'll probably start working on a character when i get back home in a day or two

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Alec Velocity

Six Months Prior
~35,000 Feet over Dogon Dawa, Nigeria

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"Approaching 35,000 feet, prepare for HALO Jump."
Came the Venture pilot's voice over the headset worn by Venture's own Atomic Angel. Alec nodded to the assistant pilot, who was visible from the cargo bay of the jet.

"Verify Assignment Details."
Came the voice a second time.

"Touch down north of Dogon Dawa on Niger-Nigerian Border, proceed East towards Target's last sighting, 3 kilometers north of Kaita. Confirm visual on target Babajide Olawale, relay confirmation to Academy POC and recieve further mission details." Alec replied over the headset, preforming a last minute once-over of the Academy Flight Suit he was wearing over top of his usual garb, made custom by none other than Quinn Pierce. Everything was in place, as far as he could remember from the brief overview Q had given him.

"10-4, Jump in 3... 2... 1..."

The Atomic Angel tore of his headset and leapt backwards from the jet, turning his body mid-air to nosedive towards the desert sands below him. He kept his legs closed and his arms to his chest to prevent as much wind drag as possible, and with a blink he activated the micro-computer on his mask, allowing his flight trajectory to appear over his left eye, along with an altitude meter. He made small, minor adjustments to his path as he fell by angling his body in a variety of ways, all the while keeping a close eye on his altitude. He spent about 2 full minutes free-falling, reaching speeds of almost 200mph before extending his arms at 600 feet, slowing him down drastically. He angled himself once more, and hit the ground hard. As he slid through the sands, he flipped himself on to his back to avoid sanding his face down a few inches, and waited until he came to a complete stop to shed the flight-suit. He then stood, took in his surroundings, and began to follow the compass hovering over his left eye.

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Three Days Later, A small village outside Kaita

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"You're keeping me here how fucking long?" Alec shouted into the public telephone, grimacing at his own volume as several of the nearby civilians looked towards the flamboyantly dressed red-head with an Australian accent. He was standing outside of some sort of convenience store, which had clearly seen better days. Like most of the buildings here, it was run down and decrepit, and most likely completely unsafe to operate a store from. However, a three hour drive to the nearest town meant no building inspector could be bothered to care, let along make the trip.

"You'll be conducting this mission for the next six months," Came the smooth, collected voice of his handler. The man hadn't given his name, and Alec didn't care enough to ask. "Long enough to thoroughly document the associates, hideouts, and bases of operation for the Hadin Gwiwa da Mutum; Along with identifying Olawale's commanding officers and affiliates."

"The briefing said that Olawale was the only person of interest. If I'd known I was staking out an entire organization I would've brought a change of clothes!" Alec hissed in response, with a significantly quieter voice.

"The mission briefing stated that Olawale was the primary person of interest, Not the only one. Additionally, Venture Academy determined you were the most qualified operative for this mission. We will extract you discreetly if necessary, but it will negatively impact future considerations for missions. Would you like to request an extraction?" The man replied monotonously, as if he was reading from a script.

"No, extraction is not needed." Alec replied with a sigh. "But I want a 35% increase in my Per Diem, and a 65% increase in completion bonus, consider it Hazard pay."

"I'll see what I can do. Update your report log daily, and contact me in two weeks to confirm."

"10-4. Over." Alec responded, hanging up the phone. Taking a glance around, he made sure no eyes were on him before entering the convenience store. He'd need something less conspicuous to wear if he didn't want to stand out.

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Present Day, Venture Academy

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Alec shot forward from his bed, hyperventilating, with a knife gripped by his white-knuckled hands. His eyes frantically searched his Academy dormitory as adrenaline coursed in his veins, his breath shallow and ragged. Another failed attempt at getting a nights rest, for the last few months, he'd been barely been able to sleep more than an hour or two a week, and the exhaustion was taking an even greater toll on his psyche. Upon realizing where he was, he loosened his grip on the blade and looked down to his torso, where half a dozen fresh scars looked back. He spent several moments normalizing his breath, before throwing off the sheets of his bed and getting dressed.

After putting on his singular outfit he walked from the bedroom to his kitchen, turning on the television to a foreign news station to watch the results of the six months he had spent in Nigeria. He knew that Eli had been assigned to apprehend Olawale, and although they had difference in their brands of 'heroism,' Alec respected the man's capabilities, and expected the news report to confirm what Alec figured had happened. The news station droned on in the region's Nigerian Dialect, something he had picked up fairly well during his time spent there, adding to the list of languages he was able to converse in.

The red-headed young man turned his back on the television for a moment, pouring himself a cup of coffee. He then moved to the fridge to retrieve creamer, which he mixed in to the mug before taking a sip of the scalding liquid and refocusing on the television. His eyes narrowed in anger as he watched the failure of Eli's mission unfold on the television.

"Fuck!" He shouted, hurling the mug at the television. The ceramic cup shattered against the screen, although the glass-encased television was unharmed. Coffee dripped down the wall as Alec stormed out of his dorm, bee-lining straight towards the Preacher's room. A number of students, younger and older, made way for him to pass as he walked quickly through the hallways. The Atomic Angel was infamous for his rage, more so even then his well known field expertise, and better-knowing students knew well enough to avoid the knife-thrower when he was in a good mood.

Eli's dorm was a fair distance from Alec's own, giving him time to 'reminisce' over a number of events that had occurred in Northern-Nigeria as he made his way to the Giant's living quarters.

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Two Months Prior, Unknown Location

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Alec's eyes opened slowly, a throbbing pain echoing throughout his entire body as he took in his surrounding. He was chained, naked, to a metal pole in the center of what had once been a warehouse, but was now being used for something much darker. The building was poorly lit, but he could make out a table in front of him which held his clothing, his knives, and a number of barbaric looking devices.

"Ah, you're awake. Good." Came the deep, accented voice of a man to Alec's right. "We have much to discuss." He said with a chuckle, picking up one of the Atomic Angel's blades from the table as he approached.

TW: Torture

The man approached confidently, and without saying a word, he slowly carved a deep gash into Alec's stomach, eliciting a pained groan from Alec's lips. The man then took a step back, and Alec looked him dead in his eyes, a murderous expression on his face. The man took note of this, reaching in to his jacket pockets to retrieve a pair of brass knuckles, and sliding them on to his right hand. Then, with no warning, he backhanded Alec, the metal knuckles scrapping off a small chunk of skin on Alec's cheek.

The torturer proceeded to beat Alec, punching him in the chest and stomach mostly, but not shying away from hitting him in the face a few times. After a few minutes of beating, the man took a step back, winded and catching his breath as he spoke.

"You've been looking in to things you shouldn't be." the man said plainly, looking over his handiwork. Alec was standing shakily, bruises and blood covering his torso and face from the man's beating. His lip was busted open, and his right eye had already began swelling from the punches. His head pounded from the concussion the man had given him after punching him in the forehead, and a number of his ribs were either cracked or fractured. He knew that much from the pain he experienced from breathing.

"I'm going to continue beating you, today's goal is to soften you up. If you are wise, tomorrow you will tell me what you've learned."

Alec responded to this by spitting a mouth-full of blood onto the man's face, which the man wiped away with a laugh, before punching Alec once more, causing a loud crack to come from his jaw.

"You see, I can't trust what you tell me today, you may lie to me to try to make me stop, and I simply can't have that. But by the end of the day, we'll have developed a very special relationship, a bond if you will. By the morning, you'll be elated to see me once more. If not, we'll spend another day building up our relationship, then you'll be willing to speak the truth to me."

Alec spit once more, on to the ground.

"Get on with it mate, I ain't got all day." He replied stubbornly, looking lazily at the man.

"If you insist." The man said with a shrug, approaching Alec and continuing his work.

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Present Day, Venture Academy

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Alec continued to storm through the Academy Halls, his blood practically boiling as he continued towards Preacher's room. He was enraged, practically blinded by fury. Six Months... He though to himself as he shoved a younger student who hadn't stepped out of his way into the wall, Six fucking months spent tracking this asshole, and you let him GET AWAY? He roared within his own mind, pulling a pair of knives out of his jacket as he neared the dorm. Eight different attacks, 95 innocent lives gone, hundreds of more hospitalized by these fucking terrorist pricks, all because you couldn't seal the fucking deal? He finally reached the door, and immediately lifted his boot to slam it against the door frame. Luckily for Eli, the doors were much heavier than most, and far sturdier against someone lacking superhuman strength.

"Open the fucking door Eli!" He yelled, stepping back to kick it again, and again.

"You've got five seconds before I kick this shit down, then we'll find out just how bullet-proof you really are!" He shouted, the door beginning to crack and give way to the impact of his boot.

Alec kicked the door once more, before giving up. Reaching in to his jacket, he pulled out one of his numerous knives, and buried it into the center of the door. The Preacher would recognize Alec's blade, and with that, he turned on his heels and made his way towards another dorm. He had enough clarity to know that he shouldn't be left alone to boil in his anger, so he made his way towards the one person he was capable of being vulnerable with.

He hadn't slept in nearly a week out of sheer terror, however he wasn't comfortable enough with anyone but Hana to explain how much fear was running through his veins. Even in the fortress of safety that was the Academy, he was filled with paranoia of waking up in a warehouse once more, and it did little to help his exhaustion that every time he closed his eyes he revisited the week he spent with that man.

Without the fuel of anger, his pace was considerably slower, and more of a shamble in all honesty. He was exhausted to his core, and moved in a haze of semi-awareness as he made his way to the girl's dorm. The various students and staff he passed still made way for him as he walked, but their expressions were more so ones of concern, rather than anxiety. Prior to this last mission, Alec had always walked with confidence and pride, and here he was shambling pathetically down the hallways, it was a change that anyone could notice.

It took considerably longer than it should have, but he made it to the dorm eventually, and knocked softly a handful of times before propping himself up against the door frame. With the comfort he was craving so near, he had already began to lower his guard, and his exhaustion was taking a strong hold of him as he began to nod off while waiting for Hana to answer the door.

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Alec Velocity

Basic Information

Name
🍉 Alec Velocity

Hero Name
🍉 Atomic Angel

Age
🍉 20

Gender
🍉 Male

Ethnicity
🍉 Australian - Irish

Nationality
🍉 Australia

Detailed Information

Appearance
🍉 Al stands at 5'11, with lean, well defined muscle formation. He looks like a bit of a beanpole at first glance, but a closer look will reveal an extremely toned form. He intentionally keeps himself thin to stay quick and flexible, but don't let that fool you. When he isn't using his powers, his hair is a bold, almost bloody red with bangs that fall as low as his shoulders. He takes the colorful punk-aesthetic in stride, and pulls it off pretty well (if you ask him). When he gets fired up and kickin' his hair goes ghost white. Thanks to his well-played off Albinism, his eyes are a bright red that almost match his hair, and his skin is as pale as you'd expect. He's got a handful of tattoos thrown across his body with no rhyme or reason, and if you ask him what meaning they have he'll call you a dumbass, because none of them mean anything.

Appearance

Hero Appearance

Hero Appearance

🍉 Alec's suit is his casual wear. A White jacket with blue trim, a torn to shit black V-neck tank-top, a necklace with a vampire fang pendant, dark blue skinny jeans and black combat boots that are permanently untied, and a blue mask with a red X over his eyes. However, thanks to the fellows at Venture, all of his clothing has some pretty sweet modifications. His jacket and tank top are both made from an ultra-light, ultra-durable Kevlar that prevents puncture wounds from sharp objects or bullets, and both are fitted with dozens, and I mean dozens, of throwing-knife holsters and retractable cabling with enough tensile strength that when combined with his powers can be used as grapples. His jeans and boots are made from similar materials, and both have additional hidden knife-holsters. His boots were specially made for shock absorption, allowing him to stick landings from greater heights than the average person. His mask and necklace however, are just that. A mask and a Necklace.

Personality
🍉 Alec only believes in what he can stab, see, and kill. He's got a grim perspective on life and death, and a my way or the highway attitude that makes him difficult to get along with, and nearly impossible to work with. More than anything he considers himself a survivor, and since doing his own thing has got him this far, why the hell should he change? If it ain't broke, don't fix it, right? He's notoriously difficult when it comes to cooperation, and hot-headed enough to fight anybody that tries asserting dominance or authority over him. He's too stupid to know when he needs help, and too stubborn to ask for it even if he does, and thanks to his attitude he's stuck doing low-level missions that don't require more than a single hero, despite how skilled of a combatant he is.

He's never been one to trust, and the only people he's ever gotten close to getting along with are those too afraid or too submissive to defy or challenge him. However, as long as you don't try and oppose him directly, he'll let any sort of behavior or activity slide.

Notable Relations
🍉 Himself
That's it.
No, Really. That's it.

Everyday Skills
🍉 Alec can fix anything, cars, bikes, broken bones, doesn't matter. If it can break, he can find a way to jury-rig it back together. He's got a knack for repairs, and he's a master when it comes to first-aid.

🍉 Alec is a skilled survivalist, drop him in the desert with nothing but the clothes on his back and he'll find water in a day, food in three, and a place to sleep near both in a week. It doesn't matter what environment you place him in, he'll figure out what can and can't be eaten, what animals are worth hunting, and how to sustain himself indefinitely. Not that the Academy would ever get so sick of him they'd dump him in the middle of nowhere for a wild goose-chase of a mission, but if something like that came up, the powers that be know who to assign.

Combat

Fighting Style
🍉 Alec is a master of mixed martial arts, hand to hand combat, the works, and if he can't take you down by stabbing you with his knifes or pummeling you with his limbs, he'll use those handy retractable cables of his to hog-tie you faster than you can blink.

Strengths
🍉 Any situation in which Alec doesn't have to use teamwork is his play-zone. Thanks to his powers and equipment he's got impressive close to mid-range combat skills, and his maneuverability makes it easy for him to reach those distant targets pretty quickly.

🍉 Thanks to his training Alec is extremely flexible, and can dodge duck and weave with the best of them. That combined with how quickly he can jump, flip, and slide around make him a tough target to get a bead on.

Weaknesses
🍉 Alec doesn't play well with others, and improvises his every move. So he's a serious flight risk in any mission involving teamwork or careful planning and tactics.

🍉 Alec doesn't have any heightened physical abilities along the lines of strength, speed, or durability. He's tough as nails, but a punch from somebody with super-strength or just getting shot can put him down for the count if he's not careful. He may be a bad-ass with an iron will, but a broken leg or a punctured lung will hurt him just as much as anyone else.

Equipment
🍉 Knives, knives, and more knives. Want to make somebody stop running? A throwing knife does the trick. Want to pull somebody nice and close? That's what hook-knives and retractable cabling is for. Want to get on a roof and don't feel like using the Elevator? His Grappling blades got it covered. This guy has more blades and knives on him then a sporting goods store.

Power

Strengths
🍉 Perfect Projectiles
Alec is able to curve anything he throws, any way he wants, Knives just happen to be his favorite thing to throw. He can hit a target 30 yards away, or hit every corner in a room from behind a cracked door. As long as he knows where he's throwing, he can hit it.

Weaknesses/Limitations
🍉 Physics exist, so he cant make something he throws ascend after it hits it's peak height. He can't makes something fly forever into the distance, and he can't hit something a mile south in a cave.

🍉 Alec has to either see the path he's throwing a knife, or know the area he's throwing. While he can throw a knife that'll do a full circle around his bedroom and land between someone's fingers with his eyes closed, he doesn't have the same type of accuracy in an unfamiliar environment.

🍉 Alec Does not have an enhanced ability to throw, he can throw harder and farther than most because of years of grueling training and practice, but his ability to throw is by no means a power, and things like distance and flight-time are definetely restricted to what would be expected of a powerless individual. His only power is the ability to have thrown objects follow the path of his choosing to a super-human extent. (For reference, the world's current records for farthest accurate knife throw is 101 feet)

Cosmetics

🍉 His hair changes from Red to White when he is in active combat/on mission. Because why the hell not.

Extra

🍉 N/A

Character Relations

Positive

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Neutral

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Negative

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