Quiesce
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Class: Scrapper
Origin: Mutation
Security Level: 33
Primary: Martial Arts
Secondary: Regeneration
Epic: n/a
Name: "Q.52"
Date of Birth: 25 December 1984
Place of Birth: LifeSpring Labs, Nevada, USA
Height: 5'8
Weight: 154lbs
Hair: Blue-grey.
Eyes: Grey
Marital Status: Single
Current Residence: Apartment in Kings Row, Paragon
Occupation: Hero. Formerly an assassin.
Identity: Unknown
Powers:
Regeneration - wounds heal at an incredible rate, immune to most forms of mental control, and finds it difficult to get tired and thus, rarely sleeps more than once a week.
Strength - as a result of his mutant regenerative abilities, his strength is much higher than that of an average human.
Flight - currently, it is unknown how he performs the amazing feet of self-propulsion through the air. it could be a result of his mutant powers, but further investigation is required.
Stealth - as a private assassin, Quiesce was made to wear a special dark grey suit that can bend light around him, making him difficult to spot.
Focus - for short periods of time, he can concentrate on his opponents 'body', allowing him to find any weak spots and take advantage of these.
Limitations:
Forgetting that he can be overwhelmed by more powerful adverseries.
Talents:
intense martial arts training from a young age has given him incredible self control and focus.
Nemesis:
a currently unknown sinister voice that sometimes narrates his activities.
Contacts:
p.e.d.a
Biography:
Q.52 was born onto a cold operating table in the LifeSpring labs, and instantly seperated from the woman that had carried him. Q.52 was a member of the 'Q' series of children - all born from mutant mothers in unfortunate circumstances, that were payed a substantial amount of money to give up their child.
By the age of 3, although unable to talk, he had shown incredible physical prowess, was much faster than the other 'Q' children, and never seemed to be injured, even after falling from great heights. He was dubbed 'Quiesce' (to be silent) by the projects funders.
It was decided he would be used as a weapon, intended to remove 'threats' from positions of power within various US corporations. He was trained in various forms of martial arts, and learned about the acupressure points in the human body, allowing him to render people immobile or stun them.
His first assassination was at age 15. He was then bought from LifeSpring labs for a nominal sum, and the labs were nuked no longer than 20 minutes after his departure.
In the following years, hundreds of bosses and crimelords in the US had dissapeared without a trace.
While on a mission to Paragon City to kill a woman known as 'Tracy Parks', Quiesce passed a school on fire, and attempted to intervene. Unfortunately for everyone in the school, it exploded shortly after Quiesce entered. To regenerate, Quiesce's body automatically entered a coma.
He awoke months later in hospital in Kings Row - perfectly recovered but with a significant portion of memory missing. He took up fighting crime in the city as it seemed like the thing to do for people with talents such as his.
Recently, he has learned to talk in order to communicate with fellow heroes.
Well, since you liked chapter 1, I thought I'd pen chapter 2 and post it
Elentil Part 2
Martin Harrison, pleased to meet you, he greeted his new colleague, Sarah.
She appraised him at length with a practised smile. The three interview process had gone very smoothly but she was still a little unsure of whether he would be up to the job. Despite being streets ahead of the 100 odd other applicants, Martin exuded something which most people would say was just plain confidence, but she saw something more, something a little unsavoury. She approved of the clearly expensive, immaculately pressed suit he wore, the polished, Italian looking shoes and the well groomed blonde locks which cascaded around his strong, young face. Sarah found most unnerving the fact he was wearing wrap around sunglasses on this, a day which was what most people would consider to be ropey at best.
Hi Martin, its good to have you on board, Mikko has had nothing but good things to say about you, she returned the greeting. Mikko, the Chairman and joint founder of their company was an old workhorse, not given to relinquishing responsibility to his staff and frequently staying late into the night to test one more theory in his private lab.
Well, its always nice to feel wanted. I knew there was only one place to come once Mikko showed interest. Ive long been an admirer of his work, grinned Martin. Sarah got the impression he was winking at her, but couldnt be sure thanks to those damn glasses.
Okay, well Id better show you to your new office. Your secretary will arrive at midday, she has a private appointment this morning.
Sarah spun on her heel and walked purposefully towards the other side of the open plan office. Martin followed closely, his pained eyes following the blurred movement of the slightly plump figure in front of him through the dark glasses.
The glasses were a relatively new addition. He had noticed the beginning of the changes in him less than a year ago now. Once a month he would get insomnia and occasional headaches and nausea. His doctor was at a loss to explain why this was happening, eventually blaming it on the result of the end of puberty. He prescribed Martin a wide range of treatments, none of them terribly effective. It hadnt been so bad and Martin had almost learnt to live with the monthly episodes until the very latest bout. His eyes had begun to acquire a reddish tint. First of all he thought it was just lack of sleep making them bloodshot but they never returned to their normal state, instead becoming a deep red colour and affecting his vision. In addition to his eyes, other changes had occurred. During the sickness, as he less than affectionately termed it, his perception of his surroundings increased exponentially, so that despite the loss of vision, he felt the air around him and had developed an almost precognitive instinct for potential danger. His nights were the worst. Assaulted by primal urges he couldnt explain Martin couldnt sleep. He spent the night or two he was affected pacing his apartment, images of blood, danger and passion filling his thoughts.
It had culminated one night when, unable to contain himself, Martin had left his apartment early in the morning for a run to try and expend the energy his body was filled with. Running under the streetlights he was passed by a truck full of teenagers. Screeching to a halt in front of him, the driver of the truck started to shout drunken abuse at him. Martin, a strange, yet not unwanted feeling coming over him, ran on past the truck. He heard the driver start up the engine and start to follow him down the road, keeping pace. A glass bottle flew past his head and laughter came from inside the truck. The feeling coming over Martin enveloped him and he turned to face the truck. A guttural growl escaped him and he leapt upon the bonnet, punching through the windscreen. Their death was swift and brutal.
Dazed and confused, Martin found himself wandering through a different area of the town. His clothes were dirty and aside from a generous spattering of blood he couldnt explain, he resembled a dishevelled homeless tramp. He stumbled over to the side of the road and crumpled in a heap. He remained there for a while, he wasnt sure how long, then climbed over the wall adjoining the street into the wheatfield alongside, meaning to take a shortcut to his apartment. Deep in thought, Martin almost missed the prone, seemingly lifeless body of a young girl. Her long auburn hair was plastered to her face and her frame, so svelte and small, was broken and battered. Martin, he wasnt sure why, picked her up and headed back to his apartment.
That had been two weeks ago. He had felt normal since then, but his eyes had remained blood red. The sunglasses he had worn once a month had become a permanent fixture, as had the partial blindness and the senses he had been developing. Martin picked up the phone in his new office.
Mikko Tihinen please. Tell him its Martin, his new research assistant, thankyou, Martin paused, a smile crossing his face.
Mikko, Hi! Listen, what can you tell me about a 13 year old girl called Elena?
To be continued