Nero Czan's Subject File. ((RP Bio))


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Nero Czan spent most of his adult life doing amazingly boring work for an amazingly dull arms factory. Now, you might think, “Hey, Guns are fun right?” Not so much when you spend all your time in behind the glass writing up paperwork and doodling. Granted he did know his toys front to back, and had some experience from his own free time, but he just wasn’t satisfied with how things were going now. He would look out the window of his bullet-proof office and see Heroes occasionally zoom, fly, and leap by, and always wished that he was one of the lucky ones, or in some cases, unlucky ones. He’d heard of the many who’ve gone out even without super-powers and been sucessful heroes, but Nero lacked one thing. Guts. Nero was utterly afraid of danger, (Despite working with guns all his life), and lived his life as safely and carefully as possible, in essence making it as dull as possible…

Things would become… “interesting,” however…

Paragon City has always been a vortex of Heroes and Criminals, constantly fighting over the celebrated city. This made an arms factory a very profitable venture… But there’s always two sides to the same coin. What would make a better target for a gang of aspiring street thugs than a building filled with weapons? A tractor trailer filled with gold guarded by a poodle, that’s what. One afternoon a group of Hellions trying to climb the demented gang’s ladder decided that setting fire to an armoury would make quite a fire, and boy do they love fire… They broke in and killed the guard standing watch at the door, then proceeded to move surprisingly swift throughout the factory, throwing explosives wherever they felt like it, and dragging the wires with them. Nero was presently on the floor, talking with an inspector and awaiting his sign off on some paperwork when the sound of devilish and psychotic laughter came up and bullets were let loose. Guards either moved towards the entrance or ran towards the exit, and anyone not with a gun ducked and laid down. As the thugs broke a couple windows for their escape, they began to start the show as firebombs were lobbed across the factory. Fire started consuming the floor and panic was growing, but then it came…

One big boom, followed by a few just as powerful blasts rang through the place as Nero stood there, staring down the hallway leading to the front of the building, and watching as the fires roared on towards him, like rushing water from a flood. The fear cemented his feet to the ground, and he could not even raise his hands to protect him as what seemed to be a fireball engulfed his body in a blur of blazing heat and light. Only a few seconds before the flames from the explosion dissipated, but by now the thugs and everyone still able to move were long gone, and everyone left was as good as dead. Nero passed out at the moment when the searing flame ate him, and was now laying down, severely burned, amidst a firestorm borne from Hell itself.

A team of Heroes on patrol would be the first to arrive, and would take care of most of the cleaning and rescusing work until the police and medics arrived. An I-beam, weakened by the shockwave and explosion, was actually broken out of it’s bolted cement grounding, and fallen over, landing smack-dab on Nero. Now, that SOUNDS bad, I know, but miraculously, the massive steel beam shielded him from the hellstorm that raged before. Nero was evacuated and sent to the hospital immediately, where he was treated for severe burns, a severed arm, and internal injuries.

This brush with death not only brought forth a burst of laughter from Nero as he awoke to find himself still alive, but a sense of courage as well. He glared Death in the face, and spat at him, only to turn around and make-out with Lady Luck. He decided it was now or never, and decided to go for it and become a Hero. But now not only was he a Natural, he was handicapped. Oh, but things were just about to get so much better, as his relationship with Lady Luck was still blooming. A rep from a previous client, a relatively well-off and especially advanced Private Military Company (PMC) named DynoXe Intl., heard about this miraculous man who not only survived the onslaught of terror and crime, but was the personal negotiator for half the company’s weapons. The agent approached Nero in his hospital room and offered him a once in a life time deal. There was currently a trial being conducted by DynoXe concerning Bio-cybernetics, or Cyborgs, and Nero was a prime candidate. His lungs were seared pretty badly, his arm was gone, cut by the falling I-beam, and he suffered severe burns over almost all of his body. With this in mind, Nero took the offer without a second thought.

Three weeks later Nero was a true Cyborg, and went off with his new super-suit, his personal and uniquely made Assault Rifle made a year or so back for ceremonial purposes, (Now retweaked for combat, as well as uplink to his Cybernetic body), and a sense of smug arrogance, mixed with unrelenting courage, light humor, and a tad bit of vengence. He almost completely forgot the boring life that he left behind, and now was only looking forward, excited at the oppurtunity that he snatched up and which gave him his life back.