Patchworks

Jonathan Saint John Smythe looked up as Patchworks lumbered into the room, "Hello Patch, what can I do for you?"

"Hi Dere!" Patchworks replied, "I try to save dis ladee but den she git de glowing eyes and den she beet up som Hellyons and den she jump up and com to beet me up and so I kinda hit her on de hed and den she blow up so I com heer to see if dats normal"

Jonathan looked up sharply, "This woman was a citizen of Paragon?"

"Yar, she look like dat Fortune Teller dat Azuria send me to save dat won time, sept she not her she a diffrent ladee but she was look like dat"

"She was an Elderly woman you mean?"

"Yar!" Patchworks nodded.

"So she suddenly changed and attacked some gang members then tried to attack you as well?"

"Yar!" Patchworks continued nodding.

"Did you hurt her when you hit her with your sword?"

"No I hit her soft like dis," Patchworks pulled his sword and proceeded to hit Jonathan on the head with the flat of the blade.

"Ow!" Jonathan cried out, rubbing the top of his head, "That did hurt, but I see what you mean. You knocked her unconscious, right Patch?"

"Yar!" Patchworks bobbed his head up and down emphatically. "but den de glowy ting on her hed dat disa....dissap...it go bye bye and den she go BOOM!"

"Hmmm," Jonathan mused, "I'll have to make some calls. Patch I want you to take this transmitter with you and I want you to call me if you see anything strange or unusual that you aren't used to seeing when you go back out on patrol. Be careful, this sounds like it might be a new threat and until we find out what's going on I'm not sure what to expect."

Patchworks was jumping down the street. It felt good to be flying high through the air as his feet left the ground in a powerful thrust of energy.

"Please, just take it. Don't hurt me..." a voice called from a nearby alleyway.

Oooh, anoter baddee try to hurt de nice ladees Patchy thought to himself. He landed on top of a nearby roof and peered down into the alleyway where a group of Hellions were mugging a little old lady. Before Patch could do anything, however, the little old lady's eyes glowed a crimson red and she lashed out catching the leader by the throat. A quick twist later and her blood soaked hand came away as the Hellion dropped like a sack of grain to the pavement.

The other Hellions tried to scatter but they weren't nearly fast enough to escape the vampiric grandma. Patch noticed a glowing insignia on her forehead but was unsure of what it meant. Was this another hero? She made quick work of the gang of muggers, the tables turned on them they cried and pleaded with her as they died one by one. She finished up then she caught sight of Patchworks looking down at her from the rooftop.

"Ahh, hello there," she snarled and leaped almost straight up 40 feet to land on the rooftop next to him. Patch already had his broadsword out as he looked at her confused.

"Hi Dere!" He replied.

She moved quickly towards him and as she did Patch brought the flat of his blade down squarely on her head. She went down hard. He gazed down at the now unconscious woman as the glowing symbol vanished from her forehead. Suddenly, the explosion caught Patchworks off guard, blowing him off the roof. He lay there for a second, his natural regeneration quickly overtaking the damage done to him. He sat up and looked up at the rooftop now a charred remain.

Ooops

Hmmm, I tink dat maybee Jonathan, he no wat to do. Patchworks thought as he gathered himself and jumped off towards Atlas Park and City Hall.

"No, I not be heer dat long. Dey giv me dis bed! It nice and bounsee. Dey call me Patchworks, or yoo can call me Patchy if yoo want dat okay too." It was a good thing the beds at Hero academy were built to take this kind of abuse, as Patchworks continued to wildly jump up and down on the bed.
"Dis is fun! Wat yoo do heer? Yoo won of de peeples dat teech us to fite de badees?"

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Alan got to his room and opened the door and found...

(OOC Note: Anyone who wants in can get in as Alan roommate. )

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A huge fellow bouncing on the bed. Alan's eyes took in the multitude of colors making up this strange hero. Light blue skin, a metal plate similarly colored showing through the bald head and covering one eye, a darker blue upper body almost looking as if it were made of armour plating molded to the chest. Green chitin made up the lower half with red showing through and his legs ended in what resembled orangish stone feet. A bright yellow robotic arm waved at Alan as the fellow grinning like a maniac said, "Hi Dere!"


(ooc: Brief bio can be found here )

Through the magic of science, Patchworks was assembled from the remains of defeated Super Heroes and Villains in the quest to create the ultimate crime fighter. The differing origins of the body parts caused a mental breakdown and Patchworks was forced to repress his powers, except for his super strength, in order to remain functional. He still hears the voices of the past heroes and may talk to them at random times.