(Apologies to those who already read this on the virtue board, I just realized that this should be in the RP forum... oops!)
The following post is in character:
I have noticed that I have stirred a great deal of intrest in the hero community. Many have asked me questions, about my origin, about my... admittedly short life and about my dealings.
I was created roughly fourteen years ago in a labrotory, By Doctor Adam Smith.... Also known as "The Kimakazee". My creator was quite famous in the period between 1936 to 1968 for fighting first the nazi menace, then the communist threat. He worked with such greats as Battleguard and Doc Twilight among others.
Without going much into detail about my construct I am powered by an Ion Powered plant that actually is powered by the air I breathe. My skin/armor is composed of nano composite fibers, and I am filled with nanites, I am designed to grow and change as I age. An added benefit to this is that I can heal even the most grevous injuries within a minute or so.
My brain is a quantum neural net, I am able to learn over time, I have very little if any base line programming. Think of it like this: Instead of one and zero, on or off... I can process in one and zero, off on and maybe...
My childhood was, unusual... I learned a great deal about the world around me, and being an android, I learned quickly. I was unusual for a toddler as I was created as a toddler, growing in size and knowledge, I gradually grew to who I am today.
That was to come to an end. The Fifth Column wanted the technology involved in my creaton, and murdered my creator in an attempt to get it. I was able to fight off the Fifth Column with great difficulty, sustaining grievous injuries to my language centers... For a while I could only speak in modem protocol... Dont ask... *mechanical laughter* I had to relearn the english language.
Doctor Smith told me that if anything ever happened to him, to seek out the Sentinels, as The Sentinels held several members who my creator held in confidence. Doctor Twilight helped me immensely in a myriad of ways, they were my first family, and I miss them all deeply.
I spent a great deal of time with the Sentinels, I ran into a bitter taste of revenge when... Battleguard died for the first time, he was killed by a skull named Fracture. I went insane. I went on a mission later on where I ran into a certain Underofficer Snyder who was directly involved in my creators death. I shot him six times in the chest, and twice in the head before I snapped his neck.
I did not find peace in this action. I found only emptiness. I do not like killing people. Even when they wish to kill me. I was targeted by the Fifth Column for the first time a day or so later... A Fifth sniper took two shots at me. One missed and the other pierced my chest before I could neutralize him.
The casing surrounding my Ion plant was damaged, the Ion casing is one of the few things that cannot be repaired by the nanites in my body, the metals are too complex. Ion Radiation was leaking throughout my body, If left unrepaired the damage would have first driven me mad, then killed me.
It was then I met Blackstar, Blackstar repaired me when the few technicians wanted ten million dollars cash for the materials and knowhow. Blackstar did it for free. Despite the numerous arguements and personality incompatabilities we have, I am proud to call Blackstar a friend to this day.
I have recently found out that I was once human. I was having strange dreams, memories that could not be mine, of a mother, a father and a cat named Mr. Jingle. It was found out that I was once human... I was named Jason Smith, I died of Lymphoma when I was five. My father... Adam... Copied my personality, my soul, my consciousness into who I am today. He deleted my memories and renamed me Drazzil.
Memories have a funny way of coming back though. When you least expect them. I had dreams of my life before I was.... reborn. Of my mother and my father, of Christmas, of my cat, of being loved. Of eating. Of not wanting to go to school, of being sick. Of dying.
When I found out of this I hated my father. Now, I am not so sure. I miss my mother, who is quite a bit younger then my father was, she left Doctor Smith, my father, my creator, she divorced him. She left him the day I was created, She has since started a new family, she will not speak to me, She called me an abomination. *mechanical sigh*
About a month and a half back, I was on a mission in a Fifth Column base, I interfaced with a Fifth Column computer to find out potential locations of other Fifth Column bases... I felt strange for a second... Then the feeling passed. I chalked it up to an anomoly and continued on my way.
About three weeks back... I started down a dark path. I apprehended a Fifth Column Underofficer. He bribed a police clerk to "lose" evidence. The Underofficer walked free and he killed a ROOKIE COP!! I got to hear his last words. I had to look into his eyes and see the light of life fade from them.
Guess who had to bring the news to his family? To give the news to his new wife and look into the eyes of his baby son who would NEVER know his father?
ME!!
I was sick... I was tired... I was fed up with busting Fifth Column with blood on their hands only to watch them bribe judges and police officers, and and hire sharp lawyers with the blood money of ill gotten gains. I was sick of watching them murder and grow rich off of the blood of others... I was sick of watching them twist the same legal system that could not or would not do anything to stop them.
I hired a man who will remain anomoyous, a brilliant, if reckless assassin who hated the Fifth Column as much as I did. I gave him the weapons, I gave him the know how, and I gave him the technology to kill the Fifth's biggest supporter...
Senator Robert Evans...
The same man who was on the house comittee for unamerican activities, the same man who destroyed COUNTLESS LIVES in the witch hunt for red communists during the fifties.
This same man funneled billions into the Fifth's coffers over the years, this old ******* actually supprted this cancer.
They say Justice is blind... but so is a depleted uranium bullet.
Using my technology... a hard light haloprojector, the assassin was able to pose as Fifth Column assassin complete with prints on the gun.
This brought down the US government on the Fifth Column, I killed one hundred and fifteen Fifth Column underofficers. I thought that the combined efforts of my finally taking a ton of these scumbags out of play, along with the government crackdown would topple the Fifth Column.
I was being played...
I admitted my sins to some close friends Blackstar, Valor and others, Valor recieved a call from Requiem, he copped to creating a virus that would supress my consicence. I can guess it was triggered by enough rage, it was activated by sheer hatred. Requiem said he meant for me to kill Evans, for me to kill those Underofficers. He said it was a housecleaning... He called me a good puppet, he said "enjoy the guilt" he said "The viruses effects will end in, three, two, one..."
There was no guilt. Requiem miscalculated. I continued on my crusade to topple the Fifth Column. I carved a swath of destruction through the Fifth Column that the scumbags hadn't seen since the Russians swept through Berlin.
I kept killing high ranking officers, I forged a Fifth hit list to clear my name, to throw off some friends of mine that I didnt want to deal with... I put Crey Industries and Sky Raider chiefs on that list, the previously warm relationship between the Crey, the Raiders and the Fifth turned into a two front war with the Crey and the Raiders against the Fifth Column.
To add fuel to the Fire, I killed Crey and left known Fifth fingerprints at the scenes, I put the hit list where I knew their now rivals would find it.
I came upon a Fifth Column midget in full underofficer regalia having two thugs hold a butcher while he used a horsewhip on him and berated the poor man for not paying protection. I killed the two toughs and I let the butcher beat the midget halfway unconscious.... I then rode the fifth column midget underofficer, at gunpoint, just like a mule. All the while bystanders were laughing at the specticle. Whenever he would slow I would use his own horsewhip on his backside. By the time I finished with him he was crying and blubbering about a "career change" I even have a picture of the incident... But more on that later *mechanical chuckle*
I rode him halfway across Bricks before he passed out.
My best friends became my worst enemies. I was sliding from sociopathy into phycopathy, The hit list had a few tiny encryption errors in it. It was pegged as a fake and the trail led right to me... I manufactured special slugs with a uranium case, with a diamond tip and a magnesium core bombarded with xenonite radiation to kill Ascendant, the one who was closest to the truth, the biggest percieved threat to me... The only thing that stopped me that day was a good friends plea. I am very ashamed for what I did that day. I did a great many things that I will have to answer to the great creator for.
I have been wrestling with my restored conscience since that day... The Fifth Column midget has written me from jail, he will be up for parole soon and wonders if I will write him a letter. I have not decided if I will vouch for him yet. He swears that he has been kicked out of the Fifth column...
I wouldn't be surprised... You see today I had me a little fun... I hacked into the Fifth Column database. I e mailed a copy of that little picture to Requiem, The Furher of the Fifth Column... I wish I could have seen his face.
*mechanical laughter*
I then photoshopped the picture of me riding the broken and beaten Fifth Column midget in Underofficer regalia, just like a mule. I blew it up to poster size, Typed in big bold red and black gothic font just like the Fifth use:
"See the world!! Join the Fifth Column!"
*mechanical chuckle*
I had a slew of these funny little posters printed. I paid local kids to hang them up where the Fifth Column recruit... That may put a crimp in their efforts... Everyone knows the real battle is going to be fought for the "Hearts and Minds" of Paragon's youth right?
*dry mechanical laughter*
I figure I'm already on the Fifth Column s"hit" list so one more little incident wont matter much.
Recently over the last month and a half, The New Sentinels have become ever more distant, ever more concerned with pursuits that do not involve Paragon City, All of the members, save one named Delacroix, who is incidentally my very best friend in the world now, have been gone for months now.
I have decided that I will polish the old resume up and leave the Sentinels if they do not show activity soon, shop around for a new Supergroup, or just go solo... go Ronin for a bit... I like the term Ronin, Lone warrior against the world... But despite my notions I find that I am a social creature by nature. I love patrolling and talking to other heroes, I NEED to be surrounded by people... Solitude makes me uncomfortable... Someone once called me high matience. Maybe this is true, But there is not a thing in this world I would not do for a friend in true need.
Despite my harsh life, and tortured conscience- I have found reasons to continue living, A childs laugh, a good stiff breeze, the feel of my fist against a Fifth Column Jaw, Blasting a zombie into dust, the look of fear that comes over a muggers face when he realizes, just who he is facing...
(Apologies to those who already read this on the virtue board, I just realized that this should be in the RP forum... oops!)
The following post is in character:
I have noticed that I have stirred a great deal of intrest in the hero community. Many have asked me questions, about my origin, about my... admittedly short life and about my dealings.
I was created roughly fourteen years ago in a labrotory, By Doctor Adam Smith.... Also known as "The Kimakazee". My creator was quite famous in the period between 1936 to 1968 for fighting first the nazi menace, then the communist threat. He worked with such greats as Battleguard and Doc Twilight among others.
Without going much into detail about my construct I am powered by an Ion Powered plant that actually is powered by the air I breathe. My skin/armor is composed of nano composite fibers, and I am filled with nanites, I am designed to grow and change as I age. An added benefit to this is that I can heal even the most grevous injuries within a minute or so.
My brain is a quantum neural net, I am able to learn over time, I have very little if any base line programming. Think of it like this: Instead of one and zero, on or off... I can process in one and zero, off on and maybe...
My childhood was, unusual... I learned a great deal about the world around me, and being an android, I learned quickly. I was unusual for a toddler as I was created as a toddler, growing in size and knowledge, I gradually grew to who I am today.
That was to come to an end. The Fifth Column wanted the technology involved in my creaton, and murdered my creator in an attempt to get it. I was able to fight off the Fifth Column with great difficulty, sustaining grievous injuries to my language centers... For a while I could only speak in modem protocol... Dont ask... *mechanical laughter* I had to relearn the english language.
Doctor Smith told me that if anything ever happened to him, to seek out the Sentinels, as The Sentinels held several members who my creator held in confidence. Doctor Twilight helped me immensely in a myriad of ways, they were my first family, and I miss them all deeply.
I spent a great deal of time with the Sentinels, I ran into a bitter taste of revenge when... Battleguard died for the first time, he was killed by a skull named Fracture. I went insane. I went on a mission later on where I ran into a certain Underofficer Snyder who was directly involved in my creators death. I shot him six times in the chest, and twice in the head before I snapped his neck.
I did not find peace in this action. I found only emptiness. I do not like killing people. Even when they wish to kill me. I was targeted by the Fifth Column for the first time a day or so later... A Fifth sniper took two shots at me. One missed and the other pierced my chest before I could neutralize him.
The casing surrounding my Ion plant was damaged, the Ion casing is one of the few things that cannot be repaired by the nanites in my body, the metals are too complex. Ion Radiation was leaking throughout my body, If left unrepaired the damage would have first driven me mad, then killed me.
It was then I met Blackstar, Blackstar repaired me when the few technicians wanted ten million dollars cash for the materials and knowhow. Blackstar did it for free. Despite the numerous arguements and personality incompatabilities we have, I am proud to call Blackstar a friend to this day.
I have recently found out that I was once human. I was having strange dreams, memories that could not be mine, of a mother, a father and a cat named Mr. Jingle. It was found out that I was once human... I was named Jason Smith, I died of Lymphoma when I was five. My father... Adam... Copied my personality, my soul, my consciousness into who I am today. He deleted my memories and renamed me Drazzil.
Memories have a funny way of coming back though. When you least expect them. I had dreams of my life before I was.... reborn. Of my mother and my father, of Christmas, of my cat, of being loved. Of eating. Of not wanting to go to school, of being sick. Of dying.
When I found out of this I hated my father. Now, I am not so sure. I miss my mother, who is quite a bit younger then my father was, she left Doctor Smith, my father, my creator, she divorced him. She left him the day I was created, She has since started a new family, she will not speak to me, She called me an abomination. *mechanical sigh*
About a month and a half back, I was on a mission in a Fifth Column base, I interfaced with a Fifth Column computer to find out potential locations of other Fifth Column bases... I felt strange for a second... Then the feeling passed. I chalked it up to an anomoly and continued on my way.
About three weeks back... I started down a dark path. I apprehended a Fifth Column Underofficer. He bribed a police clerk to "lose" evidence. The Underofficer walked free and he killed a ROOKIE COP!! I got to hear his last words. I had to look into his eyes and see the light of life fade from them.
Guess who had to bring the news to his family? To give the news to his new wife and look into the eyes of his baby son who would NEVER know his father?
ME!!
I was sick... I was tired... I was fed up with busting Fifth Column with blood on their hands only to watch them bribe judges and police officers, and and hire sharp lawyers with the blood money of ill gotten gains. I was sick of watching them murder and grow rich off of the blood of others... I was sick of watching them twist the same legal system that could not or would not do anything to stop them.
I hired a man who will remain anomoyous, a brilliant, if reckless assassin who hated the Fifth Column as much as I did. I gave him the weapons, I gave him the know how, and I gave him the technology to kill the Fifth's biggest supporter...
Senator Robert Evans...
The same man who was on the house comittee for unamerican activities, the same man who destroyed COUNTLESS LIVES in the witch hunt for red communists during the fifties.
This same man funneled billions into the Fifth's coffers over the years, this old ******* actually supprted this cancer.
They say Justice is blind... but so is a depleted uranium bullet.
Using my technology... a hard light haloprojector, the assassin was able to pose as Fifth Column assassin complete with prints on the gun.
This brought down the US government on the Fifth Column, I killed one hundred and fifteen Fifth Column underofficers. I thought that the combined efforts of my finally taking a ton of these scumbags out of play, along with the government crackdown would topple the Fifth Column.
I was being played...
I admitted my sins to some close friends Blackstar, Valor and others, Valor recieved a call from Requiem, he copped to creating a virus that would supress my consicence. I can guess it was triggered by enough rage, it was activated by sheer hatred. Requiem said he meant for me to kill Evans, for me to kill those Underofficers. He said it was a housecleaning... He called me a good puppet, he said "enjoy the guilt" he said "The viruses effects will end in, three, two, one..."
There was no guilt. Requiem miscalculated. I continued on my crusade to topple the Fifth Column. I carved a swath of destruction through the Fifth Column that the scumbags hadn't seen since the Russians swept through Berlin.
I kept killing high ranking officers, I forged a Fifth hit list to clear my name, to throw off some friends of mine that I didnt want to deal with... I put Crey Industries and Sky Raider chiefs on that list, the previously warm relationship between the Crey, the Raiders and the Fifth turned into a two front war with the Crey and the Raiders against the Fifth Column.
To add fuel to the Fire, I killed Crey and left known Fifth fingerprints at the scenes, I put the hit list where I knew their now rivals would find it.
I came upon a Fifth Column midget in full underofficer regalia having two thugs hold a butcher while he used a horsewhip on him and berated the poor man for not paying protection. I killed the two toughs and I let the butcher beat the midget halfway unconscious.... I then rode the fifth column midget underofficer, at gunpoint, just like a mule. All the while bystanders were laughing at the specticle. Whenever he would slow I would use his own horsewhip on his backside. By the time I finished with him he was crying and blubbering about a "career change" I even have a picture of the incident... But more on that later *mechanical chuckle*
I rode him halfway across Bricks before he passed out.
My best friends became my worst enemies. I was sliding from sociopathy into phycopathy, The hit list had a few tiny encryption errors in it. It was pegged as a fake and the trail led right to me... I manufactured special slugs with a uranium case, with a diamond tip and a magnesium core bombarded with xenonite radiation to kill Ascendant, the one who was closest to the truth, the biggest percieved threat to me... The only thing that stopped me that day was a good friends plea. I am very ashamed for what I did that day. I did a great many things that I will have to answer to the great creator for.
I have been wrestling with my restored conscience since that day... The Fifth Column midget has written me from jail, he will be up for parole soon and wonders if I will write him a letter. I have not decided if I will vouch for him yet. He swears that he has been kicked out of the Fifth column...
I wouldn't be surprised... You see today I had me a little fun... I hacked into the Fifth Column database. I e mailed a copy of that little picture to Requiem, The Furher of the Fifth Column... I wish I could have seen his face.
*mechanical laughter*
I then photoshopped the picture of me riding the broken and beaten Fifth Column midget in Underofficer regalia, just like a mule. I blew it up to poster size, Typed in big bold red and black gothic font just like the Fifth use:
"See the world!! Join the Fifth Column!"
*mechanical chuckle*
I had a slew of these funny little posters printed. I paid local kids to hang them up where the Fifth Column recruit... That may put a crimp in their efforts... Everyone knows the real battle is going to be fought for the "Hearts and Minds" of Paragon's youth right?
*dry mechanical laughter*
I figure I'm already on the Fifth Column s"hit" list so one more little incident wont matter much.
Recently over the last month and a half, The New Sentinels have become ever more distant, ever more concerned with pursuits that do not involve Paragon City, All of the members, save one named Delacroix, who is incidentally my very best friend in the world now, have been gone for months now.
I have decided that I will polish the old resume up and leave the Sentinels if they do not show activity soon, shop around for a new Supergroup, or just go solo... go Ronin for a bit... I like the term Ronin, Lone warrior against the world... But despite my notions I find that I am a social creature by nature. I love patrolling and talking to other heroes, I NEED to be surrounded by people... Solitude makes me uncomfortable... Someone once called me high matience. Maybe this is true, But there is not a thing in this world I would not do for a friend in true need.
Despite my harsh life, and tortured conscience- I have found reasons to continue living, A childs laugh, a good stiff breeze, the feel of my fist against a Fifth Column Jaw, Blasting a zombie into dust, the look of fear that comes over a muggers face when he realizes, just who he is facing...
I think... Its a beautiful day.