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I suspect Eilidh might be a cereal killer.
"'Cause we're T.N.T., we're dynamite!
T.N.T., and we'll win the fight!
T.N.T., we're a power load...
...T.N.T., watch us explode!"
Chuck had to look away as Thomas and Tiffany belted out their modified lyrics from the karaoke stage. He looked down at his watch, hoping for Glitch to give him an excuse to get out of this bar and hit the street, but the screen stayed dark, no unread notifications, no flashing alarms. Swishing the ice around in the bottom of his drink, Chuck scanned the bar, watching Sam's amused reaction to Tiff and Thomas' performance before he desperately searched for Makarios among the crowd, hoping the other Maverick would at least cringe in solidarity with Chuck.
T.N.T., and we'll win the fight!
T.N.T., we're a power load...
...T.N.T., watch us explode!"
Chuck had to look away as Thomas and Tiffany belted out their modified lyrics from the karaoke stage. He looked down at his watch, hoping for Glitch to give him an excuse to get out of this bar and hit the street, but the screen stayed dark, no unread notifications, no flashing alarms. Swishing the ice around in the bottom of his drink, Chuck scanned the bar, watching Sam's amused reaction to Tiff and Thomas' performance before he desperately searched for Makarios among the crowd, hoping the other Maverick would at least cringe in solidarity with Chuck.
I might see about getting a post up tonight. Might opt to wait for others in the kitchen scene.
We'll see.
We'll see.
"You're going to get all of us killed," Thomas yelled. "You're so singularly focused, that you're neglecting all the good we can do elsewhere." He produced a folder from his backpack, slamming it on the table between Chuck, Makarios and himself.
"Lauren Stills mugged and assaulted while we were staking out the lieutenants left at Locke's casino," Thomas explained pointing to the first case file. "Eduardo Cruz was shot during gang-related violence while we were tracking who was now using Locke's limo. Kyle Hitchens, his house was broken into and he was killed during a home invasion while we were watching the Mayor and Locke's last piece of ass play golf." He paused, letting out a heavy sigh.
"This obsession only leads to death," Thomas added, his tone laden with disappointment and resigned defeat before he reached into his bag and produced another folder.
"And let's not forget this one," He snarled, "Nathan Broc-"
The name had barely left Thomas' mouth before Chuck sucker-punched him across the face. Thomas didn't react, he took the hit while Chuck cradled his hand. The Enochian's living armour retracted from where it had appeared to defend from Chuck's attack.
"That was ill-advised," Thomas stated dryly.
"You don't get to use Gecko against me."
"His name was Nathan," Thomas snapped back, "Nathan Brock! And he shouldn't have had to pay for your mistakes with his life. Whose life will you use as penance next, are we nothing but meat shields to you and your narrow-minded crusade? You can't even refer to him by his name, Nathan Brock was nothing but another tool to you." He roared towards the shorter man.
"He was my friend!" Thomas' voice cracked on the word friend before the blonde young man quickly regained his composure.
"We followed you because you had a plan, you had it all figured out. You brought the Mavericks together. But you're just as lost, just as hopeless as either of us were when we started out." Thomas' tone had turned venomous.
"Maki and I matured, but you're still a little boy dressing up in his dad's leather jacket." He spat, the words hanging over the room as Chuck's gaze threatened to sear a hole through Thomas.
"It's time for us all to move on and end this." Thomas dropped the backpack to the table and turned to leave.
"I quit."
An eerie stillness seemingly fell over the city for a moment before a shiver travelled the length of IllAdvised's spine, a cold wind suddenly cutting to his very bones. From his perch atop a radio tower, the hooded Maverick continued to survey the streets below as another gust of the Northerly winds whipped the tails of his long coat into the air.
The streets felt differently than they once had. When Locke had been the reigning crimelord in New Lilith, the corruption had been evident, constantly bubbling to the surface, rearing its ugly head to provide the Mavericks with a target to attack. But now, the infection was hard to isolate.
New Lilith was still rotten at its core. But for the past year, Chuck felt he had only been attacking its symptoms and not isolating the ongoing cause of the city's infection. He had tried to branch out and recruit new vigilantes to his cause. Makarios had dubbed them 'Thrillseekers' rather than actual Mavericks, both as a point of pride in retaining a separate title but also because these new vigilantes were cut from a different cloth. Chuck, Makarios and Thomas all had a personal mission, an investment in cleaning up New Lilith. These new heroes though, were adrenaline junkies chasing a high and ultimately lacked the conviction required to make a true difference.
“You know, you could have at least checked to see if the kid was alright.”
"I had a feeling you were back in town," Chuck replied from beneath his hood and cap. Ignoring the well-meaning scold, he continued to speak. "It hasn't been the same out here each night with you. I always appreciated having someone I could trust watching my back."
Thomas and Chuck had butted heads numerous times over the years, but the night that Thomas quit was by far the worst. The pair were as thick as thieves from day one, both overly eager to take the fight to New Lilith where Makarios had taken more time to come around to the idea of joining forces. Numerous times Angel and IllAdvised had fought back to back and won against seemingly overwhelming odds. They were brothers both in and out of battle. Perhaps that was why Chuck had taken Thomas' resignation so hard.
His eyes scanned the night sky, a buried part of his heart hopping to see the familiar wings beating towards IllAdvised and Feral. But Chuck knew full well that Thomas and Tiffany had packed up and left New Lilith for the nearby rural community of Kilbride. He had settled down on a small farm, hanging the wings up and focussing on his relationship with Tiffany.
The woman that Chuck had introduced him to during their freshman year of college. Makarios had officiated the wedding while Chuck had been Thomas' best man. Thomas' absence had left more of a void in Chuck's life than he could admit, and Makarios knew it. Even nearly two years late, the former leader of the Mavericks still bore weight of a wound as fresh as the day it was inflicted.
"New Lilith has a way of pulling you back, it's a constant vacuum, a black hole," IllAdvised mused aloud, talking so that Feral could hear him, but not directly to the other Maverick.
"An abyss." He added before sliding down the tower to stand beside Feral.
"The kid was going to be just fine. He'll learn from tonight and he'll get tough. Next time he'll pay attention where he's going."
"Lauren Stills mugged and assaulted while we were staking out the lieutenants left at Locke's casino," Thomas explained pointing to the first case file. "Eduardo Cruz was shot during gang-related violence while we were tracking who was now using Locke's limo. Kyle Hitchens, his house was broken into and he was killed during a home invasion while we were watching the Mayor and Locke's last piece of ass play golf." He paused, letting out a heavy sigh.
"This obsession only leads to death," Thomas added, his tone laden with disappointment and resigned defeat before he reached into his bag and produced another folder.
"And let's not forget this one," He snarled, "Nathan Broc-"
The name had barely left Thomas' mouth before Chuck sucker-punched him across the face. Thomas didn't react, he took the hit while Chuck cradled his hand. The Enochian's living armour retracted from where it had appeared to defend from Chuck's attack.
"That was ill-advised," Thomas stated dryly.
"You don't get to use Gecko against me."
"His name was Nathan," Thomas snapped back, "Nathan Brock! And he shouldn't have had to pay for your mistakes with his life. Whose life will you use as penance next, are we nothing but meat shields to you and your narrow-minded crusade? You can't even refer to him by his name, Nathan Brock was nothing but another tool to you." He roared towards the shorter man.
"He was my friend!" Thomas' voice cracked on the word friend before the blonde young man quickly regained his composure.
"We followed you because you had a plan, you had it all figured out. You brought the Mavericks together. But you're just as lost, just as hopeless as either of us were when we started out." Thomas' tone had turned venomous.
"Maki and I matured, but you're still a little boy dressing up in his dad's leather jacket." He spat, the words hanging over the room as Chuck's gaze threatened to sear a hole through Thomas.
"It's time for us all to move on and end this." Thomas dropped the backpack to the table and turned to leave.
"I quit."
An eerie stillness seemingly fell over the city for a moment before a shiver travelled the length of IllAdvised's spine, a cold wind suddenly cutting to his very bones. From his perch atop a radio tower, the hooded Maverick continued to survey the streets below as another gust of the Northerly winds whipped the tails of his long coat into the air.
The streets felt differently than they once had. When Locke had been the reigning crimelord in New Lilith, the corruption had been evident, constantly bubbling to the surface, rearing its ugly head to provide the Mavericks with a target to attack. But now, the infection was hard to isolate.
New Lilith was still rotten at its core. But for the past year, Chuck felt he had only been attacking its symptoms and not isolating the ongoing cause of the city's infection. He had tried to branch out and recruit new vigilantes to his cause. Makarios had dubbed them 'Thrillseekers' rather than actual Mavericks, both as a point of pride in retaining a separate title but also because these new vigilantes were cut from a different cloth. Chuck, Makarios and Thomas all had a personal mission, an investment in cleaning up New Lilith. These new heroes though, were adrenaline junkies chasing a high and ultimately lacked the conviction required to make a true difference.
“You know, you could have at least checked to see if the kid was alright.”
"I had a feeling you were back in town," Chuck replied from beneath his hood and cap. Ignoring the well-meaning scold, he continued to speak. "It hasn't been the same out here each night with you. I always appreciated having someone I could trust watching my back."
Thomas and Chuck had butted heads numerous times over the years, but the night that Thomas quit was by far the worst. The pair were as thick as thieves from day one, both overly eager to take the fight to New Lilith where Makarios had taken more time to come around to the idea of joining forces. Numerous times Angel and IllAdvised had fought back to back and won against seemingly overwhelming odds. They were brothers both in and out of battle. Perhaps that was why Chuck had taken Thomas' resignation so hard.
His eyes scanned the night sky, a buried part of his heart hopping to see the familiar wings beating towards IllAdvised and Feral. But Chuck knew full well that Thomas and Tiffany had packed up and left New Lilith for the nearby rural community of Kilbride. He had settled down on a small farm, hanging the wings up and focussing on his relationship with Tiffany.
The woman that Chuck had introduced him to during their freshman year of college. Makarios had officiated the wedding while Chuck had been Thomas' best man. Thomas' absence had left more of a void in Chuck's life than he could admit, and Makarios knew it. Even nearly two years late, the former leader of the Mavericks still bore weight of a wound as fresh as the day it was inflicted.
"New Lilith has a way of pulling you back, it's a constant vacuum, a black hole," IllAdvised mused aloud, talking so that Feral could hear him, but not directly to the other Maverick.
"An abyss." He added before sliding down the tower to stand beside Feral.
"The kid was going to be just fine. He'll learn from tonight and he'll get tough. Next time he'll pay attention where he's going."
"You're going to get all of us killed," Thomas yelled. "You're so singularly focused, that you're neglecting all the good we can do elsewhere." He produced a folder from his backpack, slamming it on the table between Chuck, Makarios and himself.
"Lauren Stills mugged and assaulted while we were staking out the lieutenants left at Locke's casino," Thomas explained pointing to the first case file. "Eduardo Cruz was shot during gang-related violence while we were tracking who was now using Locke's limo. Kyle Hitchens, his house was broken into and he was killed during a home invasion while we were watching the Mayor and Locke's last piece of ass play golf." He paused, letting out a heavy sigh.
"This obsession only leads to death," Thomas added, his tone laden with disappointment and resigned defeat before he reached into his bag and produced another folder.
"And let's not forget this one," He snarled, "Nathan Broc-"
The name had barely left Thomas' mouth before Chuck sucker-punched him across the face. Thomas didn't react, he took the hit while Chuck cradled his hand. The Enochian's living armour retracted from where it had appeared to defend from Chuck's attack.
"That was ill-advised," Thomas stated dryly.
"You don't get to use Gecko against me."
"His name was Nathan," Thomas snapped back, "Nathan Brock! And he shouldn't have had to pay for your mistakes with his life. Whose life will you use as penance next, are we nothing but meat shields to you and your narrow-minded crusade? You can't even refer to him by his name, Nathan Brock was nothing but another tool to you." He roared towards the shorter man.
"He was my friend!" Thomas' voice cracked on the word friend before the blonde young man quickly regained his composure.
"We followed you because you had a plan, you had it all figured out. You brought the Mavericks together. But you're just as lost, just as hopeless as either of us were when we started out." Thomas' tone had turned venomous.
"Maki and I matured, but you're still a little boy dressing up in his dad's leather jacket." He spat, the words hanging over the room as Chuck's gaze threatened to sear a hole through Thomas.
"It's time for us all to move on and end this." Thomas dropped the backpack to the table and turned to leave.
"I quit."
An eerie stillness seemingly fell over the city for a moment before a shiver travelled the length of IllAdvised's spine, a cold wind suddenly cutting to his very bones. From his perch atop a radio tower, the hooded Maverick continued to survey the streets below as another gust of the Northerly winds whipped the tails of his long coat into the air.
The streets felt differently than they once had. When Locke had been the reigning crimelord in New Lilith, the corruption had been evident, constantly bubbling to the surface, rearing its ugly head to provide the Mavericks with a target to attack. But now, the infection was hard to isolate.
New Lilith was still rotten at its core. But for the past year, Chuck felt he had only been attacking its symptoms and not isolating the ongoing cause of the city's infection. He had tried to branch out and recruit new vigilantes to his cause. Makarios had dubbed them 'Thrillseekers' rather than actual Mavericks, both as a point of pride in retaining a separate title but also because these new vigilantes were cut from a different cloth. Chuck, Makarios and Thomas all had a personal mission, an investment in cleaning up New Lilith. These new heroes though, were adrenaline junkies chasing a high and ultimately lacked the conviction required to make a true difference.
“You know, you could have at least checked to see if the kid was alright.”
"I had a feeling you were back in town," Chuck replied from beneath his hood and cap. Ignoring the well-meaning scold, he continued to speak. "It hasn't been the same out here each night with you. I always appreciated having someone I could trust watching my back."
Thomas and Chuck had butted heads numerous times over the years, but the night that Thomas quit was by far the worst. The pair were as thick as thieves from day one, both overly eager to take the fight to New Lilith where Makarios had taken more time to come around to the idea of joining forces. Numerous times Angel and IllAdvised had fought back to back and won against seemingly overwhelming odds. They were brothers both in and out of battle. Perhaps that was why Chuck had taken Thomas' resignation so hard.
His eyes scanned the night sky, a buried part of his heart hopping to see the familiar wings beating towards IllAdvised and Feral. But Chuck knew full well that Thomas and Tiffany had packed up and left New Lilith for the nearby rural community of Kilbride. He had settled down on a small farm, hanging the wings up and focussing on his relationship with Tiffany.
The woman that Chuck had introduced him to during their freshman year of college. Makarios had officiated the wedding while Chuck had been Thomas' best man. Thomas' absence had left more of a void in Chuck's life than he could admit, and Makarios knew it. Even nearly two years late, the former leader of the Mavericks still bore weight of a wound as fresh as the day it was inflicted.
"New Lilith has a way of pulling you back, it's a constant vacuum, a black hole," IllAdvised mused aloud, talking so that Feral could hear him, but not directly to the other Maverick.
"An abyss." He added before sliding down the tower to stand beside Feral.
"The kid was going to be just fine. He'll learn from tonight and he'll get tough. Next time he'll pay attention where he's going."
"Lauren Stills mugged and assaulted while we were staking out the lieutenants left at Locke's casino," Thomas explained pointing to the first case file. "Eduardo Cruz was shot during gang-related violence while we were tracking who was now using Locke's limo. Kyle Hitchens, his house was broken into and he was killed during a home invasion while we were watching the Mayor and Locke's last piece of ass play golf." He paused, letting out a heavy sigh.
"This obsession only leads to death," Thomas added, his tone laden with disappointment and resigned defeat before he reached into his bag and produced another folder.
"And let's not forget this one," He snarled, "Nathan Broc-"
The name had barely left Thomas' mouth before Chuck sucker-punched him across the face. Thomas didn't react, he took the hit while Chuck cradled his hand. The Enochian's living armour retracted from where it had appeared to defend from Chuck's attack.
"That was ill-advised," Thomas stated dryly.
"You don't get to use Gecko against me."
"His name was Nathan," Thomas snapped back, "Nathan Brock! And he shouldn't have had to pay for your mistakes with his life. Whose life will you use as penance next, are we nothing but meat shields to you and your narrow-minded crusade? You can't even refer to him by his name, Nathan Brock was nothing but another tool to you." He roared towards the shorter man.
"He was my friend!" Thomas' voice cracked on the word friend before the blonde young man quickly regained his composure.
"We followed you because you had a plan, you had it all figured out. You brought the Mavericks together. But you're just as lost, just as hopeless as either of us were when we started out." Thomas' tone had turned venomous.
"Maki and I matured, but you're still a little boy dressing up in his dad's leather jacket." He spat, the words hanging over the room as Chuck's gaze threatened to sear a hole through Thomas.
"It's time for us all to move on and end this." Thomas dropped the backpack to the table and turned to leave.
"I quit."
An eerie stillness seemingly fell over the city for a moment before a shiver travelled the length of IllAdvised's spine, a cold wind suddenly cutting to his very bones. From his perch atop a radio tower, the hooded Maverick continued to survey the streets below as another gust of the Northerly winds whipped the tails of his long coat into the air.
The streets felt differently than they once had. When Locke had been the reigning crimelord in New Lilith, the corruption had been evident, constantly bubbling to the surface, rearing its ugly head to provide the Mavericks with a target to attack. But now, the infection was hard to isolate.
New Lilith was still rotten at its core. But for the past year, Chuck felt he had only been attacking its symptoms and not isolating the ongoing cause of the city's infection. He had tried to branch out and recruit new vigilantes to his cause. Makarios had dubbed them 'Thrillseekers' rather than actual Mavericks, both as a point of pride in retaining a separate title but also because these new vigilantes were cut from a different cloth. Chuck, Makarios and Thomas all had a personal mission, an investment in cleaning up New Lilith. These new heroes though, were adrenaline junkies chasing a high and ultimately lacked the conviction required to make a true difference.
“You know, you could have at least checked to see if the kid was alright.”
"I had a feeling you were back in town," Chuck replied from beneath his hood and cap. Ignoring the well-meaning scold, he continued to speak. "It hasn't been the same out here each night with you. I always appreciated having someone I could trust watching my back."
Thomas and Chuck had butted heads numerous times over the years, but the night that Thomas quit was by far the worst. The pair were as thick as thieves from day one, both overly eager to take the fight to New Lilith where Makarios had taken more time to come around to the idea of joining forces. Numerous times Angel and IllAdvised had fought back to back and won against seemingly overwhelming odds. They were brothers both in and out of battle. Perhaps that was why Chuck had taken Thomas' resignation so hard.
His eyes scanned the night sky, a buried part of his heart hopping to see the familiar wings beating towards IllAdvised and Feral. But Chuck knew full well that Thomas and Tiffany had packed up and left New Lilith for the nearby rural community of Kilbride. He had settled down on a small farm, hanging the wings up and focussing on his relationship with Tiffany.
The woman that Chuck had introduced him to during their freshman year of college. Makarios had officiated the wedding while Chuck had been Thomas' best man. Thomas' absence had left more of a void in Chuck's life than he could admit, and Makarios knew it. Even nearly two years late, the former leader of the Mavericks still bore weight of a wound as fresh as the day it was inflicted.
"New Lilith has a way of pulling you back, it's a constant vacuum, a black hole," IllAdvised mused aloud, talking so that Feral could hear him, but not directly to the other Maverick.
"An abyss." He added before sliding down the tower to stand beside Feral.
"The kid was going to be just fine. He'll learn from tonight and he'll get tough. Next time he'll pay attention where he's going."
Makarios was up top, moving silently like a jaguar taking out the snipers quietly, quickly and efficiently. Chuck on the other hand was entering the looking cathedral through the front doors as IllAdvised blatantly strode into the heart of Locke's operations.
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"I have an Angel watching my back." IllAdvised snapped back as the stained glass window exploding, Thomas making his grand entrance and completing the Maverick trinity. A smirk turned up in the corner of IllAdvised's mouth as he drew his tonfas. Slamming them together four times, the church's sound system crackled to life as Glitch took over the system.
Twisted Sister's 'I Wanna Rock' spilled over the rows of empty pews as the pair of Mavericks moved into action.
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"I have an Angel watching my back." IllAdvised snapped back as the stained glass window exploding, Thomas making his grand entrance and completing the Maverick trinity. A smirk turned up in the corner of IllAdvised's mouth as he drew his tonfas. Slamming them together four times, the church's sound system crackled to life as Glitch took over the system.
Twisted Sister's 'I Wanna Rock' spilled over the rows of empty pews as the pair of Mavericks moved into action.
"And that's the difference between knowledge," Thomas chuckled briefly looking towards the technical manuals and blueprints spread across Chuck's tool bench before placing the mallet down beside the exasperated man.
"And experience." He added, looking over the vehicle that Chuck had been slowly piecing together. "Why didn't you tell me you were building a car? I used to rebuild engines with my dad long before I took that job with Tiff's uncle through school."
"And experience." He added, looking over the vehicle that Chuck had been slowly piecing together. "Why didn't you tell me you were building a car? I used to rebuild engines with my dad long before I took that job with Tiff's uncle through school."
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C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T  _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y Charles 'Chuck' Richard Michaels _________________________________________________________ August 8th, 1988 | 35 | Caucasian _________________________________________________________ Single | ♂ | Heterosexual _________________________________________________________ New Lilith | New Hampshire | United States of America K N O W N A L I A S (E S) K N O W N A L I A S (E S) Ace Bastard with the Bo-Staff Caleb Maddox Charles Fitzroy Callahan Murdoch IllAdvised Leather Junkie Maverick 1 New Lilith Ninja Risky Business The Demon of New Lilith Thrillkiller P H Y S I C A L P R O F I L E P H Y S I C A L P R O F I L E C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S C H A R A C T E R A R S E N A L C H A R A C T E R A R S E N A L C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S | C H A R A C T E R S Y N O P S I S C H A R A C T E R S Y N O P S I S The Crusade Begins: -At the age of sixteen, Chuck's father was brutally murdered. Meeting the Mavericks: -During his freshman year of university, Chuck began to more boldly patrol New Lilith, chasing leads and listening to police radio waves. While pursuing one of these leads in an attempt to foil a bank robbery, Chuck first encountered his future teammates, Thomas Campbell and Makarios Lillis, both in their own prototype vigilante costumes. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Vivamus at mi mi. In imperdiet porta dolor, at fermentum nulla commodo eu. Suspendisse volutpat et ex tempor suscipit. Nullam tincidunt at nunc vel auctor. Donec venenatis, nisl nec fringilla varius, massa quam porttitor turpis, sed bibendum purus sem id risus. Nullam scelerisque lectus eget diam gravida malesuada. Maecenas consectetur est ac sollicitudin congue. Maecenas interdum erat dignissim lectus sodales, nec ultrices neque egestas. Integer convallis lacus at consequat volutpat. A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S H Y P E R H U M A N A B I L I T Y || H Y P E R - E C H O K I N E S I S __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION || INTERNAL __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION || DYNAMIC __POWER SCALE || 08 __THREAT CLASSIFICATION || Δ Chuck posseses the ability to imitate and replicate the actions and abilities of another person. Originally thought to be a form of echopraxia where the replication was involuntary, upon training with Makarios, Chuck learned to harness his abilities and control when he summoned forth or mimicked the abilities of those around him. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Vivamus at mi mi. In imperdiet porta dolor, at fermentum nulla commodo eu. Suspendisse volutpat et ex tempor suscipit. Nullam tincidunt at nunc vel auctor. Donec venenatis, nisl nec fringilla varius, massa quam porttitor turpis, sed bibendum purus sem id risus. Nullam scelerisque lectus eget diam gravida malesuada. Maecenas consectetur est ac sollicitudin congue. Maecenas interdum erat dignissim lectus sodales, nec ultrices neque egestas. Integer convallis lacus at consequat volutpat. L I M I T A T I O N S || T B D Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Vivamus at mi mi. In imperdiet porta dolor, at fermentum nulla commodo eu. Suspendisse volutpat et ex tempor suscipit. Nullam tincidunt at nunc vel auctor. Donec venenatis, nisl nec fringilla varius, massa quam porttitor turpis, sed bibendum purus sem id risus. Nullam scelerisque lectus eget diam gravida malesuada. Maecenas consectetur est ac sollicitudin congue. Maecenas interdum erat dignissim lectus sodales, nec ultrices neque egestas. Integer convallis lacus at consequat volutpat. W E A K N E S S E S || T B D Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Vivamus at mi mi. In imperdiet porta dolor, at fermentum nulla commodo eu. Suspendisse volutpat et ex tempor suscipit. Nullam tincidunt at nunc vel auctor. Donec venenatis, nisl nec fringilla varius, massa quam porttitor turpis, sed bibendum purus sem id risus. Nullam scelerisque lectus eget diam gravida malesuada. Maecenas consectetur est ac sollicitudin congue. Maecenas interdum erat dignissim lectus sodales, nec ultrices neque egestas. Integer convallis lacus at consequat volutpat. |
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He's able to retain skills for much longer - but needs to maintain the skills himself to keep them 'permanently'. This means that his skill-bank isn't constantly growing. He learnt jujitsu last week but he realizes that Krav Maga's better at beating up bad guys, so that's what he's going to maintain. Hyperhuman powers are a lot more fleeting. So it makes sense Chuck would rely on trickery and 'gimmicks' in scenarios where there's no powers to siphon or he needs to get close enough to fight fire with fire.
If you want Chuck to have superadvanced tech, but balling on a budget I think there's something interesting to be said about Chuck's first hero outing being him stopping someone with hyperintelligence / technopath, by doing so Chuck copied the person's powers, and during / shortly after the confrontation Chuck's already above normal intelligence allowed the power to create basic sketches, diagrams, plans, manuals, or whatever that 'human' Chuck has been deciphering. Leaving a sorta mystery for him to solve how his own brain thought when juiced up.
Tying Chuck's tech, skills or powers to some sorta memory and a sense of 'unlocking' memories links him, Thomas and Makarios together in distinct ways while all three of their powers stems from the very same thing of unlocking, deciphering and understanding something they carry within them.
"Hey Sam, Tiff, this is Thomas," Chuck stated, motioning towards the blonde haired sophomore beside him. The pair had been working together for several weeks in their 'extracurricular' activities but that wasn't exactly the explanation for their unlikely friendship they could give the two girls.
"He just moved here from Texas for school, so our RA had asked if I could show him around campus." It wasn't exactly a lie, Thomas had enrolled in Grimm University's pre-law program, paying his way through school holding down a job at a small autoshop.
An autoshop that also saw it's fair share of back alley deals.
Thomas had been tracking the Behemoth's getaway driver the night at the bank. It was sort of how the pair of them agreed to begin working together. Now they just had to get their mysterious third member to agree to join their softball league.
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Chuck had never felt as honored as the day he stood beside Thomas as his 'wingman's' best man. Makarios had officiated the ceremony, and done so beautifully. Tiffany was absolutely radiant, though, and not to the surprise of either of the other Mavericks, it was Sam that Chuck wasn't able to keep his eyes off.
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"What is that?" Makarios asked prodding another finger against Chuck's chest as he paused from tying the bowtie around the other man's neck.
"A precaution," Chuck replied dismissively raising his chin as he waited for Maki to finish the task at hand.
"Why are you wearing your field deployment armour under your tux?" Maki asked, his tone wavering between amused and irritated. "This is Thomas' wedding day."
"Exactly," replied Chuck, "It's Thomas' wedding day. Superhero weddings always get attacked." He cracked a wry smirk.
"Ten bucks says we don't make it to the cake cutting without me needing this."
Makarios rolled his eyes, gently massaging his temples.
"If you want me to take a piece of that action, at least don't be cheap about it." The taller man responded, placing the bowtie in Chuck's hands.
"One hundred, and you can tie your own damn bowtie. You can memorize an entire building layout in an hour, I've taught you how to do this on at least four separate occasions." Maki snapped as he exited the room.
"And fix your hair!"
"He just moved here from Texas for school, so our RA had asked if I could show him around campus." It wasn't exactly a lie, Thomas had enrolled in Grimm University's pre-law program, paying his way through school holding down a job at a small autoshop.
An autoshop that also saw it's fair share of back alley deals.
Thomas had been tracking the Behemoth's getaway driver the night at the bank. It was sort of how the pair of them agreed to begin working together. Now they just had to get their mysterious third member to agree to join their softball league.
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Chuck had never felt as honored as the day he stood beside Thomas as his 'wingman's' best man. Makarios had officiated the ceremony, and done so beautifully. Tiffany was absolutely radiant, though, and not to the surprise of either of the other Mavericks, it was Sam that Chuck wasn't able to keep his eyes off.
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"What is that?" Makarios asked prodding another finger against Chuck's chest as he paused from tying the bowtie around the other man's neck.
"A precaution," Chuck replied dismissively raising his chin as he waited for Maki to finish the task at hand.
"Why are you wearing your field deployment armour under your tux?" Maki asked, his tone wavering between amused and irritated. "This is Thomas' wedding day."
"Exactly," replied Chuck, "It's Thomas' wedding day. Superhero weddings always get attacked." He cracked a wry smirk.
"Ten bucks says we don't make it to the cake cutting without me needing this."
Makarios rolled his eyes, gently massaging his temples.
"If you want me to take a piece of that action, at least don't be cheap about it." The taller man responded, placing the bowtie in Chuck's hands.
"One hundred, and you can tie your own damn bowtie. You can memorize an entire building layout in an hour, I've taught you how to do this on at least four separate occasions." Maki snapped as he exited the room.
"And fix your hair!"
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