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Sometimes you spend so long looking for peace in someone else, you loose sight of that peace you can give yourself. Don't forget that guys.
2 yrs ago
Name: Damian Harrison Nickname (if any): Deadeye Title or Hero/Villain/Code name (if any):Dead-On Species: Augmented Human Gender: Male Sexuality: Straight Age:32 Birthday: January 17th, 1986 Personality: Damian is many things to the public that knows him; a joker, a reliable friend, a bit of a gambler who always beats the odds, and a skilled martial artist and marksman. And in truth, he is all these things, but he’s also calculating and, when necessary, manipulative. Every action he takes is carefully considered, the pros and cons of each taken into account before he starts it. All this is a by-product of his high level of intelligence, which should have produced arrogance, but instead created compassion. Appearance (description, doll-maker, or face-claim):Standing at an intimidating six feet, 8 inches tall, Damian has fiery red hair with a black streak that he keeps long enough to style but short enough to keep out of the way. His eyes, a startling sapphire blue, are set into a handsome face with a five o’clock shadow. Affiliation (if any): None Powers (if any): The augmentation process left Damian more than human, with enhanced strength and agility. The fastest he’s ever been clocked at has him hitting speeds of mach 2 and he can catch a bullet without looking at it.
Stalker Armor-Equipped with a number of high tech gadgets from different vision modes to hidden weapons, this armor was designed to take punishment from foes such as Super Angel and dish it out as well as withstand extreme environments.
Armor Features: Hidden Blades Wrist-mounted Machine pistols, hidden Cryo Grenades, limit 3 a mission/job Smoke Grenades, same as Cryo Infrared, Night, and Magnetic Vision modes Hidden Knives, four of them, two straight edge and two serrated
Demonio’s Glaive- With a blade lined with a plasma edge, this glaive has been known to bisect heavily armored Hulkling Hunter Armor without issue. It is folded in half and stored on Dead-On’s back when not in use, but his skill with it should not be underestimated.
Apollo Bow- Specialized for taking out targets at range, the bow is strung for sending an arrow 1,200 yards with enough force to pin a man in Powered Armor to the wall. At short range, it can kill three men in a line. Has triple bladed broadheads, armor piercing heads, explosive heads and grappling hook heads.
Red Ace Revolver-Specially designed, this revolver has the power to stop a charging rhino in one shot. Fires armor-piercing lethal, sedative, non-lethal, and tracking rounds.
Weaknesses: Sociable- Because he has a circle of friends that he enjoys spending time with, when he isn’t around or cancels hangouts, it's noticed and it’s talked about. Anyone looking to find Dead-On could use this should they learn of it.
Limited arsenal-While he brings an exhaustive amount of extra ammunition for his revolver and carries a spare quiver of arrows, once he’s out of munitions, he’s extremely vulnerable at most ranges.
Honorable-As a practicioner MMA, he comes into a fight wanting every foe to lose or die at their best. So don’t expect cheap shots. Likes (optional): Dislikes (optional): Current Residence: An apartment in Gotham Island. Backstory: Most of this will play out in character, but he and Batman have pre-New 62 history that has carried over. Special Skills (if any): Trained MMA fighter and tactical training he won’t elaborate on where he learned it. Other: Likes cats and pie.
A blast of blue lightning flew out of the elevators as they opened, blasting the Ursa/Kreia thing back a couple of feet. "We're not leaving without my niece, you undead piece of filth. I am fully prepared to bring this station down on our heads to do it." I glance at Hank. "There will be more of our friends coming up on the lifts soon. Mind entertaining them?"
HK-49 "Hank"
"Joyful acknowledgement: Of course, Master Jerus."
"Confident Statement: You seem to forget that your power couldn't kill Master Zar'kun or any of the others. Confident Query: What makes you so sure you can take us?"
Charging my circuits again, I close at high speed with the Sith between us and Mistress Hayden and catch her with an elbow to the gut. "Suggestion: I will hold her attention while you get Hayden, Master HJ."
Zar'kun Je'and
"Indeed, time is short, though I don't believe we can get up there in time. But still, let us try."
I'll take a stab at this. Not sure where I'll run with it yet, but I'll come up with something. Might run my son of Tony and Pepper from another crossover RP that died in its infancy.
"It wasn't so simple Salazar. In the end, he had hunted down and captured Darth Nox, even if he couldn't kill the bastard. He had, for all intents and purposes, won. Kreia had simply offered him a means to protect what he held dear and then it was down hill from there once she was in his head." I glance at the Pureblood. "No one's fall or redemption is ever so simple. You should understand that better than anyone."
"And so the game moves forwards." I look down at Sucal. "Just like I told you, Jorg. You were a meat puppet, whose usefulness would end at some point. Where is she going?"
I pull another rock free of the ground, blocking the fireball and then hurling it at Trayus as I spin my saberstaff, slicing through the hilts of the fallen Jedis lightsabers. While it pained me to destroy their final memories, if all life in the galaxy were destroyed, there would be no one left to remember them in the first place.
Zar'kun Je'and
My twin black blades slice through a swath of sabers and I clash directly with Trayus again, sparks flying from our crossed blades. "Enough games, Traya! Either you come out of hiding behind this broken man or we'll find a way to pull you out!"