It all started in my home country in Burgos, Spain. I was a spy working for the government, investigating strange occurances around the area with my partner and best friend Rodrigo. It seems that some scientists are running illegal underground laboratories and experiments. After several leads, our search lead us to an old abandoned castle, one still intact after hundreds of years of war and weather abuse. Finding a secret entrance into a dungeon, we were in for the biggest surprise of our life. Expecting to find a few alchemy bottles on a table, instead we found a whole facility teeming with scientists, henchmen, hi-tech devices we've never seen before. We also thought that we were unseen and hidden, until out of nowhere Rodrigo was hit with a lethal bolt of electricity from a security drone. The drone turned its attention to me but I manage to dodge and give the following henchmen a fight. The resistance was futile though. Soon, I was overwhelmed and shackled, and my partner who was like a brother to me is now dead...
I spent a few nights in one of their make-shift cells. The silent treatment between me and the scientists was mutal. They kept alive, fed, and breathing... Things changed however. I was finally forced out of my cell and what followed was like hell on Earth. Strapped down to a hospital bed, these madmen injected me with strange fluids more than I can recall to count. At times I'd wake up to an electric shock, or another needle in my body. At nights, I'd find myself submerged in some sort of tank. Painful was a word too weak to describe what they were doing. They tampered with my body, teasing life and death as part of their experiment was to keep me alive so they could continue the abuse. My life, my death...
But death wasn't close enough. With their careful play with science and my will to survive this to get some sort of vengeance, death kept its distance. Their purpose was soon known however they day they put the headband device on my head. Unlike the popular mind control device, this device controlled my intents instead. Against my will, they would send me out at night, masked as their hitman and assassin. They took advantage of my skills as a government spy. At first it was normal people inside their homes or building. Then it became city officials and other important figures. I remember the first time I was caught. Armed guards came at me shooting and I thought for sure I'd be dead. While I avoided some bullets, others caught me but bruised instead of pierced through my body. One by one they guards fell as I moved faster than normal, hit harder at bone shattering extents. I found myself jumping over walls and on rooftops to escape. Whatever they did to me, it served their purpose. My body has changed into something designed to take out targets and escape, my intents were the criminals own, and there was nothing I could do about it...
For the first time since they captured me, I heard them speak. The bastards were congratulating each other on their success. For the first time, they spoke to me. They warned me that if my body wasn't challenged daily with its new abilities, that I would die a slow and painful death. They proved this to me by keeping me idle for two days. As time passed, it felt like my own muscles were squeezing my veins while my head felt like it was going to explode. It was no bluff and I still had no plans, no way out.
I woke up one night and found myself in a plane, a private one for it was too small to be commercial. They were all there, the scientists, the henchmen. They were discussing something about a big sale that will take place in America to a buyer. After hearing more, I realized that I was the one for sale! Whoever this buyer is, he's willing to spend millions of dollars to control me for his own purpose and I have no doubts that I'll be killing more innocent people like I did back home...
Paragon was the city beneath us as we prepared to land. It was night time but darkness was soon illuminated by an exoplosion that destroyed the right wing of the plane. Energy blasts tore through the walls and windows. The plane was under attack! There was no question that it was ambush. A fierce blast of fire scorched the pilots cabin as I stood helplessly under the headbands' control, feeling the plane losing control and altitude. That was the last thing I remembered, until I woke up...
Fire searing my skin forced me to conciousness. What was left of the plane surrounded me, now useless scraps of metal and debris. There was no one else left alive. All the scientists and henchmen, dead... The headband device was destroyed due to the crash and I had my own intents and will back again. For what felt like hours, I crawled towards where I saw city lights. But it was too far and I knew I wasn't going to make it. The plane had crash outside the city in the middle of nowhere. Rodrigo is dead. My torturers are dead. I realize there was no point in living now, so I stopped crawling. For the first time in life, I gave up. Fate would have it as a sound of a vehicle forced my eyes open. A van with the initials S.E.R.A.P.H. stopped near me and out came a woman in a white lab coat with the name tag "Rebecca Brinell". She manage to pull me into the van and I fell asleep again...
I owe Rebecca my life. Waking up in the S.E.R.A.P.H. medical facility, I understood and spoke English fluently enough to talk to her, being a government operative in Spain. She told me everything, where I was and the history of the city. In turn, I told her everything as well. She nursed me back to health and kept my body from self-destructing with her own science and medicine. I got accustomed to American T.V. and found out the population of heroes in Paragon City. I knew where there are heroes, there are villains. The buyer... The one who was suppose to buy me from the scientists... He's in this city and he knows who those men were. My mission isn't over, I need to find this buyer. I kept those intents to myself and trusted my identity only to Rebecca. Soon, I got better but I had to keep myself busy and at the same time help S.E.R.A.P.H.. I outfitted myself in a nomex kevlar bi-weave suit with a utility belt. A mask to keep my face hidden with a thick black scarf around my mouth and neck. I registered under the alias "El Asesino" and kept my real name classified. I stalk the streets gathering information for S.E.R.A.P.H., punishing criminals. I saw my torturers faces in all of them and would go as far as killing or letting them die... I can't hold back cause whether I like it or not, I am an assassin. I have to use to my abilities to their full extent or risk dying, even if it means using lethal force against my enemies. I fight and maybe even kill to live and continue, because I can't die yet. Somewhere in Paragon City is the buyer. The one who has the answers. I will find him and when I do.....
[[ This is my character's backstory. I hope you guys enjoyed reading it as I did writing it. There's more to it than this but if you want to find out, you'll have to do it in characater. Questions and Comments appreciated!
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