Several years before the Rikti invasion, Miles Everet had a good life. He was a top member of the Hellions gang, he had a beautiful wife, and he couldn't of asked for more money.
It all changed with a single job.
Miles' job was to crack locks... it was his talent. He had been blessed with great hearing abilities and his boss knew that, so he was always the one to get them in.
The target this time was Crey Industries. MacReady, the man that Miles' had given his loyalty to, had informed them that inside were chemicals needed to get stronger than they were. In order to deal with the heroes, they had to become super powered themselves.
"Alright, ready." Miles motioned for his friends to enter the building when he opened the door. They entered, four of them total. The room was dark.
"Hey, who has a flare?" Ricki, a good friend and Brawler asked. Suddenly lights hit them and there was no need for a flare. "What is this?!"
Miles, after his eyes adjusted, realized they were surrounded. A man stepped up. He was obviously the leader, he wore a cocky smirk.
"Look at you four. A dying breed, you are. The Hellions will be eradicated soon enough... thanks to our help."
A look of surprise passed over their faces as MacReady stepped forward from the shadows.
"How's it going guys? Yeah, sorry about this, they're just offering me way to much to pass it up, ya know? No hard feelings, right? And don't worry Miles.. I'll take good care of your wife."
"You son of a bi-" suddenly Miles was shot in the shoulder, he spun and landed on his stomach.
It would be impossible for MacReady to of not felt the stares burning into him. He waved, smiled, then walked back into the shadows. The leader of the Crey soldiers followed after him.
"Kill them."
Suddenly fire. Then black. Deep black. Little did Miles know that that night would be the last time he would see the world through his eyes. He was lucky to escape with his life...
He could feel, that was good enough for the present time. A scream escaped his lips.
"ARGGGH! WHERE AM I?!?!" Suddenly there was a hand on his forehead, a gentle touch.
"Shh.. you're in the hospital."
The nurse explained to him what had happened. An explosion caused by a grenade sent him flying out of a window and into the street. His friends were killed instantly. If it hadn't been for his natural abilities to withstand pain, he would have been dead too.
All of it sunk in. He realized what he had to do.
-Three years later-
Living alone in a secluded house outside of Paragon city, Miles knew his way around without having to use his eyes. He could feel a wall before he ran in to it, he could sense where objects were, therefore allowing him to move quickly wherever he wanted to go.
He discovered that his anger triggered an interesting response; dark powerse emitted from his hands. He couldn't see it, but he felt the evil rising.
What was his goal? Why was he still alive? He knew, after years of meditation and training, that he'd have his vengence.
-Two years later-
He had now mastered his movements. He could go in to town and conduct his business with the few he trusted; he could control the powers that were coming to him.
Little did he know that his powers would be put to the test... but an alien force. On his way home one fateful day, mother ships appeared over paragon city...
-Several months later-
There was no way he could have won against such a force. He fought as many as he could and escaped to his house. He had no ties with any of those left to die at the hands of the aliens, so it really didn't hurt him.
The only person he wanted to still be alive was MacReady.
Those years spent alone left him to think of clever ways of torturing the man that did this to him. Caused him to lose everything.
Vengence is his driving force... he dawned the name Outlaw Bondage, for he is a force outside the law, bound by sight.
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Outlaw Bondage.
Several years before the Rikti invasion, Miles Everet had a good life. He was a top member of the Hellions gang, he had a beautiful wife, and he couldn't of asked for more money.
It all changed with a single job.
Miles' job was to crack locks... it was his talent. He had been blessed with great hearing abilities and his boss knew that, so he was always the one to get them in.
The target this time was Crey Industries. MacReady, the man that Miles' had given his loyalty to, had informed them that inside were chemicals needed to get stronger than they were. In order to deal with the heroes, they had to become super powered themselves.
"Alright, ready." Miles motioned for his friends to enter the building when he opened the door. They entered, four of them total. The room was dark.
"Hey, who has a flare?" Ricki, a good friend and Brawler asked. Suddenly lights hit them and there was no need for a flare. "What is this?!"
Miles, after his eyes adjusted, realized they were surrounded. A man stepped up. He was obviously the leader, he wore a cocky smirk.
"Look at you four. A dying breed, you are. The Hellions will be eradicated soon enough... thanks to our help."
A look of surprise passed over their faces as MacReady stepped forward from the shadows.
"How's it going guys? Yeah, sorry about this, they're just offering me way to much to pass it up, ya know? No hard feelings, right? And don't worry Miles.. I'll take good care of your wife."
"You son of a bi-" suddenly Miles was shot in the shoulder, he spun and landed on his stomach.
It would be impossible for MacReady to of not felt the stares burning into him. He waved, smiled, then walked back into the shadows. The leader of the Crey soldiers followed after him.
"Kill them."
Suddenly fire. Then black. Deep black. Little did Miles know that that night would be the last time he would see the world through his eyes. He was lucky to escape with his life...
He could feel, that was good enough for the present time. A scream escaped his lips.
"ARGGGH! WHERE AM I?!?!" Suddenly there was a hand on his forehead, a gentle touch.
"Shh.. you're in the hospital."
The nurse explained to him what had happened. An explosion caused by a grenade sent him flying out of a window and into the street. His friends were killed instantly. If it hadn't been for his natural abilities to withstand pain, he would have been dead too.
All of it sunk in. He realized what he had to do.
-Three years later-
Living alone in a secluded house outside of Paragon city, Miles knew his way around without having to use his eyes. He could feel a wall before he ran in to it, he could sense where objects were, therefore allowing him to move quickly wherever he wanted to go.
He discovered that his anger triggered an interesting response; dark powerse emitted from his hands. He couldn't see it, but he felt the evil rising.
What was his goal? Why was he still alive? He knew, after years of meditation and training, that he'd have his vengence.
-Two years later-
He had now mastered his movements. He could go in to town and conduct his business with the few he trusted; he could control the powers that were coming to him.
Little did he know that his powers would be put to the test... but an alien force. On his way home one fateful day, mother ships appeared over paragon city...
-Several months later-
There was no way he could have won against such a force. He fought as many as he could and escaped to his house. He had no ties with any of those left to die at the hands of the aliens, so it really didn't hurt him.
The only person he wanted to still be alive was MacReady.
Those years spent alone left him to think of clever ways of torturing the man that did this to him. Caused him to lose everything.
Vengence is his driving force... he dawned the name Outlaw Bondage, for he is a force outside the law, bound by sight.