((Just for reference, I'm a guy, the character is female. She's a remake of a char I had when I first had a trial version of the game. She's now a L6 Blaster on Virtue with Assault Rifle and Devices.))
My mother told me once, when she was stoned on something, probably Oxycodone, that my father was angry when I was born. He wanted a boy so bad, he actually got pissed and stormed out of the room when they said I was a girl. So its probably his fault. All I remember of my father before he disappeared on that hot summer day is the toys he gave me. Boy's toys, little army men and toy tanks, all generic, of course, bought at the Dollar Store. I wanted G.I. Joes, but we never had the money. What mom made from the restaurant, she spent on rent that was always late and cheap food. Lots of rice and pintos, stuff like that. I guess it had a good side effect, though. I grew up strong, fit, athletic. I played soccer and lacrosse in high school. Mom was kind of disappointed, I think. She wanted me to be less like my father. God, how she hated him.
Mom died when I was sixteen. I asked for, and was granted, emancipation. I worked for a horse farm and lived in a small apartment above the barn. After high school, I enlisted in the Army. After three tries, I accepted the fact that they would not let a woman into the Special Forces Delta Team, so I quit and joined the Marines. Once again assigned to an 'auxillary' positions, I served only two years.
My military training did allow me experience with all sorts of weaponry and tactics, something that looked good on my resume when I joined the police force in Boston. But, once again, the equipment down below the waist prevented me from the really good job; I was rejected for S.W.A.T. So, once again, I moved on.
I joined up with Jasper and Connie DiMarco of J & C Bail Bonds in San Diego. Our charter allowed up to track down skips in Mexico, and I saw some decent action. Most of the skips came quietly, though, and I eventually got bored with bounty hunting. I think Connie noticed it first, but she must have talked to Jasper. On a trip down to Puerta Vallarta, they said they had a surprise for me. We drove along the coast to a small village and they introduced me to Jorge Jimenez. Jorge was a Guatemalan expatriate living in Mexico, having had to leave Guatemala in secret to avoid persecution. He was a doctor, and had been providing aid to a group of rebels who were fighting the Dictator Horatio Juarez. Juarez, Jorge told me, held the country in poverty while he got rich on cocaine kickbacks and emerald mining. He gave me a name, just a code name, or so I thought. His contact with the guerillas was called Quatl. I recognized the name of the Aztec snake god, but I was not prepared for that first meeting.
Everybody knows about superheroes, sure, but I had never actually met one. Quatl (I would later learn his real name, but I swore never to reveal it to anyone) had a magical amulet that gave him control of fire and the ability to fly. He would eventually overthrow Juarez peacefully, but during the time I knew him, he was fighting for what he believed in, and I was more than willing to join him. Our time together was pure, carnal, and primordial. We fought side-by-side, we were soldiers and soulmates. Critically wounded in the final battle at Juarez' estate, he bacame the symbol the people rallied behind to finally throw off their oppressor. I couldn't bear to see him as he was, lying in a hospital bed, a shadow of his former self. I learned some time later that he recovered, but I haven't seen him since
I spend the next couple of years hiring myself out to mercenary groups, taking money for fighting wars I didn't care about. I felt like I had betrayed myself, even betrayed Quatl. In Jakarta, I met my second superhero, a brute of a man named Frag. He worked for Hero Corps, hired by the Indonesian government to track down a group of mutant terrorists in the jungles. He didn't seem bothered by the fact that I lacked any true superpowers. He told me of several men and women who had joined Hero Corps with no superhuman abilities, just years of training and experience. The idea appealed to me, so I joined up. We quickly concluded the business with the terrorists, and there was a surplus of heros in Jakarta. Some went off to other Hero Corps offices around the world. I decided it was time again for some freelancing.
Maybe, once I've established myself here in Paragon City, I'll join back up with the Hero Corps. Maybe not, I don't know. I do know I've got to learn all about this new weapon. The M-67X-34 Assault Rifle is a beast. I love it, but it has quirks that I'm still figuring out. Plus, the ammunition is expensive. I understand I can get it cheaper if I have a higher Security Rating with the City, so maybe I'll be able to use the sniper and grenade functions a little later on. I've heard rumors around E.L.I.T.E. that the higher-ranking soldier-heros who specialize in military hardware can have access to some serious firepower. I'll just have to wait and see, I guess. Until then, I'll keep sending gangbangers, butchers, weirdo mages, and those psycho Council guys to the Zig.
((Just for reference, I'm a guy, the character is female. She's a remake of a char I had when I first had a trial version of the game. She's now a L6 Blaster on Virtue with Assault Rifle and Devices.))
My mother told me once, when she was stoned on something, probably Oxycodone, that my father was angry when I was born. He wanted a boy so bad, he actually got pissed and stormed out of the room when they said I was a girl. So its probably his fault. All I remember of my father before he disappeared on that hot summer day is the toys he gave me. Boy's toys, little army men and toy tanks, all generic, of course, bought at the Dollar Store. I wanted G.I. Joes, but we never had the money. What mom made from the restaurant, she spent on rent that was always late and cheap food. Lots of rice and pintos, stuff like that. I guess it had a good side effect, though. I grew up strong, fit, athletic. I played soccer and lacrosse in high school. Mom was kind of disappointed, I think. She wanted me to be less like my father. God, how she hated him.
Mom died when I was sixteen. I asked for, and was granted, emancipation. I worked for a horse farm and lived in a small apartment above the barn. After high school, I enlisted in the Army. After three tries, I accepted the fact that they would not let a woman into the Special Forces Delta Team, so I quit and joined the Marines. Once again assigned to an 'auxillary' positions, I served only two years.
My military training did allow me experience with all sorts of weaponry and tactics, something that looked good on my resume when I joined the police force in Boston. But, once again, the equipment down below the waist prevented me from the really good job; I was rejected for S.W.A.T. So, once again, I moved on.
I joined up with Jasper and Connie DiMarco of J & C Bail Bonds in San Diego. Our charter allowed up to track down skips in Mexico, and I saw some decent action. Most of the skips came quietly, though, and I eventually got bored with bounty hunting. I think Connie noticed it first, but she must have talked to Jasper. On a trip down to Puerta Vallarta, they said they had a surprise for me. We drove along the coast to a small village and they introduced me to Jorge Jimenez. Jorge was a Guatemalan expatriate living in Mexico, having had to leave Guatemala in secret to avoid persecution. He was a doctor, and had been providing aid to a group of rebels who were fighting the Dictator Horatio Juarez. Juarez, Jorge told me, held the country in poverty while he got rich on cocaine kickbacks and emerald mining. He gave me a name, just a code name, or so I thought. His contact with the guerillas was called Quatl. I recognized the name of the Aztec snake god, but I was not prepared for that first meeting.
Everybody knows about superheroes, sure, but I had never actually met one. Quatl (I would later learn his real name, but I swore never to reveal it to anyone) had a magical amulet that gave him control of fire and the ability to fly. He would eventually overthrow Juarez peacefully, but during the time I knew him, he was fighting for what he believed in, and I was more than willing to join him. Our time together was pure, carnal, and primordial. We fought side-by-side, we were soldiers and soulmates. Critically wounded in the final battle at Juarez' estate, he bacame the symbol the people rallied behind to finally throw off their oppressor. I couldn't bear to see him as he was, lying in a hospital bed, a shadow of his former self. I learned some time later that he recovered, but I haven't seen him since
I spend the next couple of years hiring myself out to mercenary groups, taking money for fighting wars I didn't care about. I felt like I had betrayed myself, even betrayed Quatl. In Jakarta, I met my second superhero, a brute of a man named Frag. He worked for Hero Corps, hired by the Indonesian government to track down a group of mutant terrorists in the jungles. He didn't seem bothered by the fact that I lacked any true superpowers. He told me of several men and women who had joined Hero Corps with no superhuman abilities, just years of training and experience. The idea appealed to me, so I joined up. We quickly concluded the business with the terrorists, and there was a surplus of heros in Jakarta. Some went off to other Hero Corps offices around the world. I decided it was time again for some freelancing.
Maybe, once I've established myself here in Paragon City, I'll join back up with the Hero Corps. Maybe not, I don't know. I do know I've got to learn all about this new weapon. The M-67X-34 Assault Rifle is a beast. I love it, but it has quirks that I'm still figuring out. Plus, the ammunition is expensive. I understand I can get it cheaper if I have a higher Security Rating with the City, so maybe I'll be able to use the sniper and grenade functions a little later on. I've heard rumors around E.L.I.T.E. that the higher-ranking soldier-heros who specialize in military hardware can have access to some serious firepower. I'll just have to wait and see, I guess. Until then, I'll keep sending gangbangers, butchers, weirdo mages, and those psycho Council guys to the Zig.
See around Paragon City!
~InfiniDee
((~GKX12 aka @GKX))