((Being the mercenary punk that my character is your offer is very lucrative))
Psychocyber
Greaaaaat not another one of you reporters! Seriously! Do you people not believe me when I say that I don't give a crap? Wait until I clean out another round of the Resistance before you start kissing my metal-chromed a-
How it all began?
Pfffft! You people wouldn't even recognize me if I told you who I was! You bastards never gave a crap about anyone else but your own peace! Let me tell you something about Justice! When you get down to the nitty gritty, it's all about "Just You". Do you really believe that your living in a happy ending? "Happily Ever After" is all about the people who matter, and anyone else who doesn't agree with the majority being happy is flushed down the toilet!
Okay... I'll humor my public. Seriously, I'm the most honest person I know. I make no bones about why I do what I do. Why I do it? Because it pays. I used to be an engineer working at the Clockwork Factory in Praetoria. No, I wasn't adopted, abused or any of that crap... I just wanted to be with my inventions. People fail you. I believe in myself and only myself, which is why I rely on my robots.
Some idiot Resistance thought it was funny to blow up the lab. My mom and dad spent everything they had to put my butt back together, and I lost both my legs. I kept rummaging around the junkyards with my friends. The first weapon I ever made was my laser rifle.
Ohhhh, the Powers Division didn't like it when I whipped it out to protect myself against a couple of destroyers. I got caught red-handed, but I thought my condition would let it slide. Who wants some cripple fighting crime, right?
WRONG!
Oh, I wanted to shove my laser rifle where the sun didn't shine! Still, I managed to stay out of the limelight working behind the scenes. Man, I tried skipping town at least twice, but those PPD's have a bloodhound's nose! Finally I decided to strike a deal with the morons.
Gimme money, gimme power, and give me access to all your university files and I'll Cyber myself up to clean up your little mess.
Knowing how to trick out the Clockworks, I through an e-mail request to the rest of the Power's Division asking for any spare parts they found on their journey to implant myself with cybernetics. A couple of them owed me a favor or two and I even got them to give me one heck of a paint job. So I had a thing for hot pink and neon green! Sue me!
Playing around with things, I found out the waves that directly connected to my brain to make the cybernetics work also connected to other people! Heeeeey! I could work with this! See, I also had access on how they trained the Seers... just, make that off record, okay? Using the technology they used to help trick them out, I modified my armor to sync my brain waves to others. With a little bit of thought process, I can induce regeneration into biological creatures! ... And yes, even my own "Meat Shield Squad" of robots. I name all of them after pet food. The technology I used in them is the same trick out as my suit, so they respond internally as well.
If I gave you my real name, you wouldn't believe me. Half of the idiots who crapped on me in high school can shove a sock up their rump! If I have anything positive to give to you people, then let me say this much;
This hero/villain thing is bull. You have the power to be anyone and anything you want. It just so happens that one organization allows all the guns. If you want to pick one up, do it. Stop idolizing me and these other freaks! Look in the mirror and worry about them. Ask that person what the heck they want to do with their lives and do it!
Now if you excuse me, I have an itch to scratch in the Underground... my favorite perfume is the scent of laser and charred flesh, and I need a little pick-me-up after waking up this early to do your little interview.
Ciao!
