This is the bio that doesn't fit into the bio page for Operative Nox! If anyone else would like to post an in-depth bio of their character, I know I would love to read them... Obviously I just fleshed this guy out in a day, so if their are any changes, I will let you know.
Code name: Operative Nox
Real name: Daniel Ferris
Birth date: January 27, 1980
Known living relations: Derek Ferris
Statement:
"Watch out for your little brother," that's what my parents told me. How ironic then, when my brother developed an amazing talent that made all my efforts at the gym seem like a joke, that made all my knowledge as a graduate of Harvard Business School seem miniscule, that made all of my efforts to keep him safe, a waste of time. Not only was I physically incapable of keeping him safe anymore, he had joined some crackpot superhero squad, getting ready to put himself in danger at every opportunity he could get. His talents, while interesting, had a long way to develop, and the scientists involved in this group wanted to test him before he got his feet too wet. That is why I am here, writing this statement, now. I had watched my father get gunned down by one of Marcone's minions, my mother's murder even more brutal. I was just a kid, so they let me go, and I never mentioned my brother. I refuse to watch my brother suffer the same fate as my parents.
Jonathan St. John Smythe asked me to bring him a vial of my brother's DNA. He thought it possible that with the two of us having the same genetic code, we might be able to manifest the same abilities, if the conditions were correct. Smythe is one of the people who put my brother up to the idea of joining a superhero squad, but when dealing with people like my brother, there aren't many people you can turn to. I told Smythe I only wanted to keep my brother safe. I think he understood that if that meant I had to don a pair of tights and run alongside my brother trying to keep Paragon City safe, that I would. He wins twice; my brother stays alive longer, and he gets an extra pair of hands to do his dirty work. Even the good guys are quite the manipulators in this city.
After being injected with the genetic mutation that had taken a hold of my brother, I was kept under observation. At first nothing happened, but then one of the quacks helping Smythe made me angry. I started to yell and shake my fists, and then, I felt the strangest sensation. Looking down, I saw spikes of solid metal protruding from my arms, and other places on my body. The scientists backed away quickly. I assumed it was metal, because of my brother's abilities. It only made sense. At first it seemed like an awesome power, till I saw the people around me frozen in terror. The spikes weren't stationary, I actually saw some sticking into the lab wall. My body had ejected them. No one knew where the next spike would come from, or where it was going.
Then came the pain. The first time it hit, I almost doubled over. From where the spikes were, a green liquid was oozing from my body. I thought I was dying. Smythe took some samples, than rushed everyone out o f the room, sealing me away, for the time being. When he came back, he explained the experiment was a failure. My body was rejecting the powers that had suddenly appeared in my body, and fighting it with intense anti-bodies. Anti-bodies so powerful that I was actually creating an internal poison. That is why the spikes wouldn't stay put. My body was trying to get rid of them, by eating at the roots of the spikes, with the poison. Smythe is curious whether this poison has something to do with the mutated DNA I was injected with, or if I had my own abilities before the experiment. I told him I don't care. I just need to get back to my brother. After a few more experiments, we determined the poison was only toxic to others. The poison's actual purpose is to keep me healthy, including having the ability to keep myself alive longer than normal.
I have traded my life in to be a freak, or some type of monster. Derek will never know that this is his fault. That there are some things that brother's can't share. I love my brother more than anything, and if this is what it takes to keep him alive, than it is worth it. He will always think my "mutation" developed later in life than his, because he doesn't need to know any different truth than that. Smythe and his crew will keep my secret safe, as long as I work to keep them safe. That I will do, as long as my brother wants to. I don't think anyone will blame me though, if I rough up the Marcone family a little more than usual.
Now, Smythe says there are others out there, some helped by him, some helped by other members of his organization, and some who are discovering things on their own. Smythe admits that he is powerless to force us to do anything, but he says to find some friends. A team, a group, whatever you need. Not only will it make us stronger, he thinks having friends that are similar in condition might help to keep us sane. He says we might be able to save Paragon from the ever present threat of villains, perhaps even save the world.
I have given up everything I know, to become a part of a world that I don't fully understand. I don't know anything about saving the world, I wanted to be an investment banker, with a corner office. I think Smythe is right though, everyone needs friends. Sure, I have my brother, but brother's don't always think in the same manner as normal people, do they? Rivalries can run deep, old wounds can become sore. The more people between those wounds, the safer we both will be.
Just a thought, this may be a good place to post pics from our missions defending Paragon! I'll try to remember to take some this Thurs, then everyone can point and laugh at my graphics card. (I'm upgrading to a Commodore 128 soon! Woohoo!)