A bit of a spin on the Necro/DM AT. And some of yall may also be able to tell where I got the name . Hope yall enjoy.
Life of a Deadman
Subject: Dr. Geoffry Mason, PhD in Cybernetics, Electro-Mechanics, and Nano-Technology.
Born: Tuesday, December 10th 1910
Died: Saturday, December 10th 2000.
Cause of Death: Unknown, suspected viral infection of a super-strain. Not contagious.
Location: Lived in Founder's Falls Paragon City, teacher at the university for four years. Now, in the Zig.
Friends: Dr. William Martel, PhD in Bio-Chemistry. Specializing in contaminants, viruses, and the human body. Dr. Emmy Garret, PhD in Bio-Chemistry, specializing in medicine.
Dr. Martel was twenty times Dr. Mason's junior, but Martel was a great student, and a good friend. They became colleagues and friends quickly, often engaging each other in games of wits, Mason uncannily topping him nearly 10 to 1.
Dr. Mason strived to help friends from his home town of New York City. They were childhood friends who had lost arms and legs in various ways. One, they called "Ol' DumLucky" lost his left arm and leg in WWII when he pulled the grenade and threw the pin. As fate, and a dam good arm, would have it, the pin caught an enemy Gatling gunner's belt, and the dropped grenade caught an enemy scout sneaking up behind him with a knife. Fortunately he jumped clear before suffering the full effect of the blast.
Dr. Martel had a love interest, Dr. Emmy Garret, also a PhD in Bio-Chemistry. She, though, was fascinated by the roguishly hansom Dr. Mason. The three of them remained friends, up until the mysterious disappearance of Dr. Mason. His Lincoln was found half-smashed on a hillside in Westchester. Martel was implicated for the vials of chemicals found broken there-in. The precise mixtures were of his specialty. Dr. Garret's specialty was medical chemicals, she wanted to open her own clinic.
Martel was cleared for lack of solid proof. Garret kept her suspicions on the DL, but did her own research. She discovered that her suspicions were justified, Martel had rigged that exact turn on the road on that hill to give Mason "the slip". And those chemicals were set there for Martel's experiment to take action. It didn't have the exact effect he wanted, at least not as fast as he wanted. And further more; there was no body at the scene.
Lying low, Dr. Mason had to do some "makeshift" surgery on himself, since he lost his right arm in the crash. He knew something was up, with the chemicals that his bleeding stump came in contact with. Ironically, the crash was only five miles from a small shack of a friend who passed away the year prior, a mechanic. As time passed, the infection spread, soon getting to, and effecting his mind. A medical friend of his was contacted, with an emphasis on secrecy. The diagnosis was an eventually fatal viral infection, he gave him two years, that was in 1990.
He soon contacted Garret, who was beyond shocked that he was alive, after a ten years of being gone. She feared the worst, both for Mason's life, and what Martel would do if he found out. She had been married to him for nearly five years, and had a son by him, but did her best to keep him from from Martel as much as possible. She held out hope that Mason would come back, then he would be the child's true father. After hearing what Martel had put her through these last ten years, and what Martel did to him, Mason began plotting Martel's demise.
His hatred for Martel didn't help Martel's virus, in fact the virus fueled the rage, and the viciousness. The virus soon began eating away at his body. Mason had to replace an eye, his left hand, several internal organs with help from his doctor's help. But when it started on his brain, he amped up his charge, and put to use nano-technology. Programmed to save his brain, they also started to develop minds of their own, and tried to impart it on his. A mix of madness and rage began to take it's toll, turning Mason into a monster bent on blood, Martel's blood.
Soon, Mason's form was decaying at a rapid pace. Fortunetely, both his sanity and the machine's madness had one thing in common; his survival. Most of his internal organs needed cybernetic restructuring and reinforcement. In the end, almost three fourths of his body was cybernetic, the rest was dead. Amazingly, a fraction of his sanity remained in tact. Discovering his new potential and powers, he finally tracked Martel down, in Paragon City. Watching, waiting for his time to strike, he got him in his office at City Hall, Martel made Vice Chairman. Late at night, as Martel was clocking out, Mason, now calling himself Dead Reckoning, made his move. Martel never saw it coming.
Waking up on the very hillside that Martel rigged, he saw what was left of his old friend Mason, holding him by the ankle in the air. As Martel begged for his life in between screams of horror and fear, Mason assured him that he will be spared the fate suffered by Mason. Relieved, yet still "hitting a dear", he began to feel something like a swarm of spiders coiling his leg. He saw a black cloud engulf his leg, from Mason's hand. As Martel began screaming once more, Mason promised that his fate, would be a walking nightmare, a never ending nightmare. When the nano-tech cloud of darkness finished, they revived Martel, as the very first zombie in Mason's growing legion of death.
After eventually regaining half his sanity, Dr. Geoffry Mason gave himself up for the murder of Vice Chairman William Martel. Before being locked up, Emmy Garret demanded to see her college crush. Heartbroken at what happen to her love, and what Martel forced him to become. Mason promised her that, while he might be dead, his love for her will never die. And someday when he may be able to be the man she loved again, till then, he was Dead Reckoning.
Soon, evil will face it's fear, and the dead will truly have.....their day of reckoning.
A bit of a spin on the Necro/DM AT. And some of yall may also be able to tell where I got the name
. Hope yall enjoy.
Life of a Deadman
Subject: Dr. Geoffry Mason, PhD in Cybernetics, Electro-Mechanics, and Nano-Technology.
Born: Tuesday, December 10th 1910
Died: Saturday, December 10th 2000.
Cause of Death: Unknown, suspected viral infection of a super-strain. Not contagious.
Location: Lived in Founder's Falls Paragon City, teacher at the university for four years. Now, in the Zig.
Friends: Dr. William Martel, PhD in Bio-Chemistry. Specializing in contaminants, viruses, and the human body. Dr. Emmy Garret, PhD in Bio-Chemistry, specializing in medicine.
Dr. Martel was twenty times Dr. Mason's junior, but Martel was a great student, and a good friend. They became colleagues and friends quickly, often engaging each other in games of wits, Mason uncannily topping him nearly 10 to 1.
Dr. Mason strived to help friends from his home town of New York City. They were childhood friends who had lost arms and legs in various ways. One, they called "Ol' DumLucky" lost his left arm and leg in WWII when he pulled the grenade and threw the pin. As fate, and a dam good arm, would have it, the pin caught an enemy Gatling gunner's belt, and the dropped grenade caught an enemy scout sneaking up behind him with a knife. Fortunately he jumped clear before suffering the full effect of the blast.
Dr. Martel had a love interest, Dr. Emmy Garret, also a PhD in Bio-Chemistry. She, though, was fascinated by the roguishly hansom Dr. Mason. The three of them remained friends, up until the mysterious disappearance of Dr. Mason. His Lincoln was found half-smashed on a hillside in Westchester. Martel was implicated for the vials of chemicals found broken there-in. The precise mixtures were of his specialty. Dr. Garret's specialty was medical chemicals, she wanted to open her own clinic.
Martel was cleared for lack of solid proof. Garret kept her suspicions on the DL, but did her own research. She discovered that her suspicions were justified, Martel had rigged that exact turn on the road on that hill to give Mason "the slip". And those chemicals were set there for Martel's experiment to take action. It didn't have the exact effect he wanted, at least not as fast as he wanted. And further more; there was no body at the scene.
Lying low, Dr. Mason had to do some "makeshift" surgery on himself, since he lost his right arm in the crash. He knew something was up, with the chemicals that his bleeding stump came in contact with. Ironically, the crash was only five miles from a small shack of a friend who passed away the year prior, a mechanic. As time passed, the infection spread, soon getting to, and effecting his mind. A medical friend of his was contacted, with an emphasis on secrecy. The diagnosis was an eventually fatal viral infection, he gave him two years, that was in 1990.
He soon contacted Garret, who was beyond shocked that he was alive, after a ten years of being gone. She feared the worst, both for Mason's life, and what Martel would do if he found out. She had been married to him for nearly five years, and had a son by him, but did her best to keep him from from Martel as much as possible. She held out hope that Mason would come back, then he would be the child's true father. After hearing what Martel had put her through these last ten years, and what Martel did to him, Mason began plotting Martel's demise.
His hatred for Martel didn't help Martel's virus, in fact the virus fueled the rage, and the viciousness. The virus soon began eating away at his body. Mason had to replace an eye, his left hand, several internal organs with help from his doctor's help. But when it started on his brain, he amped up his charge, and put to use nano-technology. Programmed to save his brain, they also started to develop minds of their own, and tried to impart it on his. A mix of madness and rage began to take it's toll, turning Mason into a monster bent on blood, Martel's blood.
Soon, Mason's form was decaying at a rapid pace. Fortunetely, both his sanity and the machine's madness had one thing in common; his survival. Most of his internal organs needed cybernetic restructuring and reinforcement. In the end, almost three fourths of his body was cybernetic, the rest was dead. Amazingly, a fraction of his sanity remained in tact. Discovering his new potential and powers, he finally tracked Martel down, in Paragon City. Watching, waiting for his time to strike, he got him in his office at City Hall, Martel made Vice Chairman. Late at night, as Martel was clocking out, Mason, now calling himself Dead Reckoning, made his move. Martel never saw it coming.
Waking up on the very hillside that Martel rigged, he saw what was left of his old friend Mason, holding him by the ankle in the air. As Martel begged for his life in between screams of horror and fear, Mason assured him that he will be spared the fate suffered by Mason. Relieved, yet still "hitting a dear", he began to feel something like a swarm of spiders coiling his leg. He saw a black cloud engulf his leg, from Mason's hand. As Martel began screaming once more, Mason promised that his fate, would be a walking nightmare, a never ending nightmare. When the nano-tech cloud of darkness finished, they revived Martel, as the very first zombie in Mason's growing legion of death.
After eventually regaining half his sanity, Dr. Geoffry Mason gave himself up for the murder of Vice Chairman William Martel. Before being locked up, Emmy Garret demanded to see her college crush. Heartbroken at what happen to her love, and what Martel forced him to become. Mason promised her that, while he might be dead, his love for her will never die. And someday when he may be able to be the man she loved again, till then, he was Dead Reckoning.
Soon, evil will face it's fear, and the dead will truly have.....their day of reckoning.