Jumbus

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Midas saw William eyeing him down for a second. But he seemed to focusing on something more specific. 'Oh that was right I forgot to plant the phone back on him' he thought to himself. A little bit of panic came in to his otherwise perfect plan.

“Nice job, Midas. The boss has already wired the money to your account” Midas spun around to see the crew already here to take the young hero away. "It's always a pleasure doing business with you all. He did put up quite the fight though, let me restrain him while you do the whole syringe thing. For good measure." This opened Midas' opportunity and he was going to take it. Restraining Will from behind he slipped the phone back in his pocket. Midas knew he should have done it after the syringe took effect but he would risk being seen doing it. Will will know his phone is planted back on him.

"I checked him for wires too, so you should be good on that front. But don't let me stop you from being thorough." But the wide grin on his face wasn't because of the quip. Instead it was because he could be confident they wouldn't find the bug, one of the perks of searching for them every other job is knowing where to hide them.

That was Midas' job done as far as he was concerned. Now time to head home and listen in on the affairs of the Guglianos.

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It didn't take long before another projectile came soaring toward William. But instead of a stick, road roller or any inanimate object, it was Midas himself. The low traffic on the street allowed him to shoot between them at high velocity. But Midas stopped just before contact remembering he had to take him in alive, presumably not irreversibly injured. "Night" Midas quickly delivered a knock out blow to the head. Prolonging the fight would have caused considerable collateral damage and he didn't want to get banned from his favorite restaurant.

Making sure William was knocked out, Midas reached into his pockets. Fishing around he found William's phone. You see, Vinnie had never made a demand like this before. When Vinnie asks for a hero, he gives a name and very rarely does he care what condition they are in. It all seemed off to Midas, and maybe the top dog of Watervale had gone soft. Maybe he was going to sell everyone out for immunity from the law. Either way Midas was wanting to find out the details. Popping off the back of William's phone he planted a bug in the circuitry so he could listen in on what was happening at Vinnie's.

It wasn't long before William was off the street and into the back of Midas' car with his hands tied behind his back. Surprisingly, it was a peaceful ride one of the better ones he has had with a hostage in the back. Maybe he had gone too harsh with the blow to the head, he really wasn't waking up.

Upon arrival just outside the gates of the Gugliano mansion. Midas started shaking William awake, more gently than what would be expected of a kidnapper. "Wakey wakey. You have yourself a date with Vinnie Gugliano. For your own sake I wouldn't recommend running at this point."

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Midas sat in an New Athens Italian restaurant with his accountant and two others at the table. He often took fighters that caught his eye in The Proving Grounds here to show them a taste of the good life. One that they could get if they signed up under him. The two across from him were those fighters this month.

Midas had already given his speech about glory of the fight and such, but now it was time for his accountant to sort the boring details. He begun to stare out the window as he sucked up the last strand on his fork. It was peaceful out there, little traffic, a good amount of pedestrians and a just a lone cyclist. But he just about coughed up his food when he saw who was on it. That water guy, the hero guy who uses water, yeah, what luck that a paycheck would just be going down the street on the other side of the road.

Midas spent no time handing the accountant his card to pay the bill, "hey it was great meeting you two but something urgent came up that I have to address." He turned toward the accountant "you can handle the rest I presume use that card to pay up the bill also pay them double for the damages." "What damag..." "these damages." Midas yanked a leg off of the chair taking the back support with it into a long stick, a bottle on his belt opened and a golden liquid flew out swimming like a serpent in the air before shooting into his neck and down his spine. That should give me a head start, thought Midas.

Midas exited the restaurant and yelled jokingly across the street to the heroic cyclist. "Hey! Waterboy!" at the same time as yelling Midas used the stick and threw it like a dart across the road. With some skill and a lot of luck the stick landed squarely in the spokes of the front wheel.

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If he was being honest with himself, The Proving Ground was Midas' favorite place to be. What is a regular boxing gym on the south end of Brookside turned into a fighting ring by night. The fights didn't pay well here but anyone can join and hell the reputation is free. The perfect starting point for a fighter wanting to make a name for themselves. And a good place to size up the new blood. In fact, Midas liked this place so much he bought it and made the back office his center of operations. He was leaning back on his seat with feet on the table counting the money from his last hit. An A lister going by the name Hull, 'honestly what a terrible name I did him a favor by taking him out of commission if you ask me' Midas thought to himself.

Word on the street is that Vinnie Gugliano has been making moves lately and Midas always enjoyed things heating up. A turf war always meant more business for him, would Vinnie hire him? It would be good money. Would someone hire him against Vinnie? Sure Vinnie would be a good fight but Midas didn't want to end his life that quickly. Though Midas hoped he would never get the hit on Vinnie specifically, he had a reputation to keep and saying no to a hit would ruin that real quick. Either way the wanted board at Moonlight will be something to watch out for as all this heats up.

《 H. E. R. O. 》

Midas the King

Name
Unknown

Villain Name
Midas

Gender
Male

Age
Unknown, estimate late 20s

Date of Birth
April 22nd, celebrates his birthday with spectacular fashion but his age doesn't come up

Physique
Midas's body is unmarked from a distance, but a closer look will show his body riddled with scars. The picture desribes the rest, stands at a staggering 6'8.

Blood Type
Can't be properly determined

Locations
Brookside and Watervale both have underground fighting rings big and small. He will unpredictably show up at one.
He also takes hero bounties to boost his profile so hes all around the place

Occupation
Pit Fighter and Muscle for Hire

Affiliation
Villainy

Tier
High A tier hero

Personality
An initial psychiatric evaluation showed strong signs of narcissism, a medical examination showed a broken nose, for the psychiatrist. No further tests have been done on Midas.

Midas bathes in the thrill of a fight, the lows of taking a massive hit, the highs of sending his opponent flying he will take it all. Of course he doesn't mind the pretty penny he makes from bets. But the greatest thrill for him is taking on a high tier hero. This is the closest he gets to losing it all and the risk makes the reward all the sweeter.

Midas is cocky and brash but he isn't a total idiot, he is slowly taking over some of the smaller fighting rings in Castleburg. Though so far he has little plans for them outside of some extra income.

Backstory
Little is actually known about Midas before making his shining debut 4 years ago against A class hero The Bull. Which end with Midas hitting him with a Backbreaker after a 50 meter drop, permanently retiring The Bull. From then on Midas has been fighting in fighting pits and against heroes in the streets until present day.

This isn't to say some facts haven't popped up:
-His favorite food is spaghetti bolognese 'just like mamma used to make'.
-He is overly pleased with monetary gain suggesting he came from a poorer community
-He has never really mentions his family suggesting they are either dead or a very well kept secret.

Powers
Gold King

Instead of regular sweat Midas instead sweats a substance similar to melted gold at room temperature. He can control this sweat by absorbing it to enhance his strength greatly or shield himself. He can shoot it like a projectile but it would be like a tank having a fuel cannon, just a waste.

Factoids:
-His sweat is not gold, under chemical analysis it is extremely similar to sweat the reason for its consistency and attributes are unknown.
-Despite not being gold his sweat goes for $40 an ounce on the black market some believe it will give them similar powers or enhance their strength too. Any recorded results are likely placebo.

Techniques

Multiple wrestling moves including but not limited to: backbreaker, suplex, piledriver and rko.

Haymaker: Midas channels all his sweat into one arms for a finishing blow.

Weaknesses: The weakness is inherent, the more he sweats the stronger he gets but also the closer he gets to collapsing.

《 H. E. R. O. 》

Doppel

Doppel arrived at the Watervale port, a new shipment for Vinnie had just arrived and needed to be transported back to his mansion. Same old same old. Barely under the veil of twilight Doppel sat on a ship crate waiting for the van to arrive. His feet dangled over the edge as he begun to whistle. The dock workers were waiting as well, but Doppel tended not to interact with them. The business between the Guglianos and them were their business, Doppel was just there to protect the payload. Honestly he wouldn't be surprised if the dock workers themselves were part of the gang as opposed to just getting bribed. Or did he just own the docks? It wasn't Doppel's place to poke his nose in but either way a smooth operation like this speaks highly of the would be kingpin of Brookside.

The van rolled up about ten minutes after Doppel's arrival, a little later than usual but not out of the ordinary. The balding driver in casual clothing hoped out, greeted the dock workers and then proceeded to banter with them for another ten minutes. 'You just saw them like a week ago, what possibly could have changed Louis' Doppel mused to himself as he hopped off of the crate and strolled to the passenger seat of the van. Kicking his feet up on the dashboard and not bothering with the seat belt, he begun his whistle again.

Several minutes later, a great thud was heard as the van shook down. The package was in and the back doors shut soon after. "How you doin' Louis?" "Yeah I'm doing alright, Markus." Doppel didn't really expect much of a reply, despite doing this for a few months now, him and Louis never really got onto a friendly basis. Doppel did his job, Louis did his. But they continued some very light banter throughout the trip.

The job of protecting smuggled goods was surprisingly safe, you would think that people would get suspicious of a plain black van but how many times have the cops pulled someone over just because they didn't like the look of their car. This wasn't to say Doppel was sleeping on the job though, he kept his eye out. His clone however, kept an eye inside. Against the knowledge of the driver, Louis. Doppel would often have his clone in the back of the van looking at the goods. This shipment was just guns, nothing out of the ordinary. Doppel didn't do this for any grandiose goal, it was just mere curiosity.

The van arrived at Vinnie's mansion and Louis stopped the van at the entrance. Not because the package was dropped there instead this was where Doppel got out. He wasn't yet allowed in the complex and it was pretty easy to see why. It wasn't because he was a threat to Vinnie, in fact Vinnie could snap him like a twig. No, instead it was for keeping secrets if Doppel were to do anything to steal plans he would be able to get away with ease. That wasn't a risk Vinnie was willing to take and Doppel more than understood. It wasn't like he minded. The pay for this job was good he wasn't about to try pushing his luck.

Doppel stepped out of the vehicle and shook off. Despite the drive only being about a half hour it always felt like he was sitting there for eternity. "Alright I'll catch you later Louis, tell the Guglianos to contact me if they need me to do anything more. I heard he was doing some things in Brookside from Tony, I wouldn't mind doing some work on my home turf ya know." "I'll let them know." Only a short reply from Louis didn't give away much. But they had the number to Doppel's burner phone, so he could expect a call if there was work to be done.

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Dweller

Dweller slithered out from the surprisingly clean manhole cover. 'God they even clean their manhole covers, guess thats Kingdale for ya' he thought to himself. The street was quite populated before he arrived but his mere appearance sent them all running to the hills. Dweller hadn't even begun yet, but the state of the street didn't concern him he looked more bewildered as he saw the panic his presence created. In Brookside and the lot they just keep a bit of distance, he strokes the scaly appendages that hung from his lips as if it were a mustache of a wise sensei while in thought about this. He then carried on to the task at hand.

'Kingsdale Genetic Research Facility' he had come to the right place. Perhaps they would have some answers as to his transformation where the lab in New Athens sorely lacked. But first he needed to do stretches, the environment of a sewer does little in the way of keeping the body limber and limber is what he will need to be with the hero response times Kingsdale is so willing to brag about. With his game face on he picked up a nearby bike locked to a light post, almost taking the light post with it before the bike lock snapped apart like a piece of gum. Not long after, the bike was flung at the window with such high velocity that the window and bike itself were smashed into tiny pieces. Even Dweller had to take a step back and cover his eyes.

Screams came from inside the reception area that had just gained a new ventilation plan. Dweller spent no time at all leaping in and bringing it back to silence, mostly by knocking them out. He isn't a savage. By the time any heroes arrive the reception would be smashed up, mostly vacant and with the lights smashed. Dweller lies deeper in the lab and its now darkened corridors.

《 H. E. R. O. 》

Doppel

Supervisors were not a good sign, though Doppel remembered he would have been responsible for it in some part. He didn't have to say that HERO would have his head on a pike if they found out what he was doing, but if it were to go public and Wyatt's gang would put the pieces together, Markus's family would get it worse. It wasn't that his power was ill suited to get some eyes of him but if he were to use them to escape the eye of ICOSA undoubtedly two more would be on him. Doppel knew he needed to watch his back even more now, he begun to exit the meeting heading toward the exit. He had work to do in Watervale today.

Starbright

Starbright didn't mind the prospect of supervisors. Of course he wouldn't be the one needing them as far as damages are concerned Starbright keeps it close to zero. The problem he had with it is the addition of these measures means its not too far from going public. Perhaps it would be time to go to a more reputable agency if that were to be the case. Public outrage like the can bury a company and Starbright is not someone to go down with the ship. For now he didn't need to worry its still the biggest hero agency and even if it did break out it could just be a case of denouncing the heroes involved. He kept pondering with thoughts like that as he exited the meeting and went toward the common room. Entering a, so far, empty room he didn't feel the need to pose on entry but he did anyway. "Jailbirds screwing it up for everyone who would have thought." He quipped sarcastically as he went toward the fridge for his bottle of expensive water.

《 H. E. R. O. 》

Starbright

As Noah was shoved away he fell back on to his back, deep breath in deep breath out. "I should've known that would happen" more muttering to himself than anyone else. He was glad Ava wasn't too hurt but the danger he was shown today bothered him, he couldn't shake it and likely it would stick with him for a while. Though a thought crept back into his head, cameras are on, its time to get back up. "Aaand with that my job is done. I'll be around for interviews for another half hour, who wants the first piece of me ah ha ha." The composed Starbright was playing it up for the cameras again.

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-Removed-