[h3][sub][sub]Name:[/sub][/sub][/h3]
[indent]Jackson R. Thatch[/indent][h3][sub][sub]Alias:[/sub][/sub][/h3]
[indent]Ryder[/indent][h3][sub][sub]Speech Color:[/sub][/sub][/h3]
[indent][color=#cc6600]Rusted Orange[/color][/indent][h3][sub][sub]Alignment:[/sub][/sub][/h3]
[indent]Hero[/indent][h3][sub][sub] Identity:[/sub][/sub][/h3]
[indent]Semi-known: While not too many actually know of him, he's more than willing to share it.[/indent][h3][sub][sub]Personality:[/sub][/sub][/h3]
[indent]Ryder is a saint at heart; he's outgoing, friendly, optimistic, selfless and kind hearted. To him, the job of being a Hero is more than just beating up bad guys in cool costumes and media attention, its about helping people with their issues no matter how small it may be. Some might say he's almost childish in that sense but he's no stranger to how cruel the world can be, Ryders knows what crawls in the shadows and how dangerous it is. Despite this, he shows empathy for villains and crooks believing that they still have a heart and are just lost or misguided.

Fully accepting that he is weaker than almost every other hero, lacking in any special power or training, he makes up for it in spirit with a near indomitable will and faithful dedication to the job although he will always say that "he's just a hero for fun". It can be said that he is a stubborn bastard in that he will continue to fight even if he knows there's no chance of winning; to him as long as he can at least by time for others than he's already won. Ryder's determination is only matched by his willingness of self-sacrifice.[/indent][h3][sub][sub]Origins:[/sub][/sub][/h3][sub][url=http://listenonrepeat.com/watch/?v=p7GjzjYw3LU#One_Punch_Man_Emotional_Soundtrack_(re-created)%E3%80%8E%E3%83%AF%E3%83%B3%E3%83%91%E3%83%B3%E3%83%9E%E3%83%B3_%E3%80%8FBGM_-_Sad_theme_-_JACKONTC_RE-CREATION](Listen to this as you read)[/url][/sub]

[indent]Jackson R. Thatch was born in a well off family with and older brother and a young baby sister but was lived in a dangerous neighborhood. Less than a year than his birth, his father had been shot after he attempted to stop a robbery in the bank he worked in. Jackson would listen to the tales of heroics and goodwill that his father did from his mother although some of them ended up being a bit fictitious. Jackson didn't care though, he loved superhero stories, dressing up as comic book heroes and running around the living room shouting, "Heroes are here to help people!"

As he grew into a teenager, he stopped being so into comic book and more into video games like so many teenaged boys but still loved the stories of bravery and courage that the characters in his games would do. His brother had also been an avid fan of many of the same games and had offered to bring Jackson and their little sister to a gaming convention as a gift (and because he wanted to show off his newly created cosplay). The convention was a huge amount of fun for the siblings but tragedy struck. 

Holding the helmet of his bro's costume, Jackson happily walked down the street with his siblings as they walked back home at night. Trouble awoken when a group of men had attempted to kidnap the little sister after she strayed away from the brothers. Jackson and his brother chased after them and the older brother engaged in fist fighting to try take down the kidnappers, Jackson on the sideline cheering his bro on. But then there was a [i]bang[/i]. Then silence as the older brother fell to the ground, a bullet now lodged in his neck. Enraged, Jackson charged straight at one of the men, tackling them to the ground but was soon overwhelmed by the other kidnappers. Then there was a second [i]bang[/i]; the police had arrived but too late. As the criminals surrendered, Jackson ran to his dying brother who, with his own blood, drew a heart on the sidewalk and smiled at his little bro with what strength he had left, [i]"Y-y-you a-ar... are a-a... he-h...hero..."[/i]

Scarred by his brother's death, he half-yelled at a police officer with tears in his eyes why there were no heroes around. The response he got was "Maybe they didn't think this was important enough." His heart broke, Jackson wailed that heroes were supposed to help people but he ended up in tears before he could really finish his sentence.

From that day on, Jackson thought if there would be no heroes to help people like one who could have prevented both the death of his brother and his father, he would become one. He trained long and hard before realizing that he wasn't hero material, lacking any special power or immense wealth. But it was his little sister who had discovered the very first super hero comic Jackson ever owned and asked him why did he like it so much. Jackson replied with a "Since he's a guy who helps people" before coming to the conclusion that heroes didn't need special abilities to help people. Since then, Jackson christened himself "Ryder" and has been training to the fullest of his abilities while taking on all the jobs which other heroes would consider to small to be of worth.[/indent][h3][sub][sub]Outfit:[/sub][/sub][/h3]
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Ryder's isn't an actual super hero costume as much as it is a repurposed cosplay outfit that was originally made by his brother which he's upgraded with what he has. The base is a grey-camo military fatigue-styled pants and shit combination. Protection comes in the form of hard PVC plastic upper chest plate, forearm protectors, shinguard and knee guards with metal under them. A body wrap of dense fiber covers most his torso and a utility belt hands around his waist with simple medical supplies and tools stored in pouches. Due to slight eyesight issues he wears a pair of square glasses under his helmet when he takes it off.

In terms of weapons, Ryder uses a simple metal staff which can split in half and be used as two sticks by the way of a simple magnetic twist-lock. Simple but Ryder finds enough use in it for him to treasure it. The only other thing of note is his bike, a simple light frame bicycle spray painted green with a battery-powered headlight and a wire basket in the front which is used as his primary mode of transportation.
[/hider][/indent][h3][sub][sub]Hero Type:[/sub][/sub][/h3]
[indent]Normal[/indent][h3][sub][sub]Power Level:[/sub][/sub][/h3]
[indent]Street Level[/indent][h3][sub][sub]Attributes:[/sub][/sub][/h3]
[indent]Strength - Normal
Speed - 20 mph
Endurance - 2 Hours
Agility - Average
Intelligence - Average
Fighting Skill - Trained
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[indent]Average[/indent][h3][sub][sub]Weakness:[/sub][/sub][/h3]
[indent]Ryder is just a normal man. While he has the spirit to be a hero, he lacks any of the superpowers or extraordinary resources of most heroes and gym training can only do so much for him. What other stronger heroes might consider but a scratch could easily prove crippling or even fatal to Ryder.

Additionally, while Ryder isn't naive on how evil and manipulative the world is, he's too nice of a person and is fairly gullible when ti comes to helping people. He just wants to make the world a better place with what he can do even if the world doesn't want him around.[/indent][h3][sub][sub]Supporting Characters:[/sub][/sub][/h3]
[indent][color=#cc6600]Anna Thatch[/color] - Jackson's mother who is supportive of her sons efforts saying that she always knew that he had a "big, caring heart".
[color=#cc6600]Alice Thatch[/color] - Jackson's little sister whose now in middle school and perhaps the most supportive of his brother's actions and often boasts to classmates, "My brother is a hero!"
[color=#cc6600]Alex Rodovire[/color] - Jackson's best friend whose take it upon himself to a "vow of secrecy" even though Jackson himself doesn't care much for it.
[color=#cc6600]Elizabeth Lovgood[/color] - Jackson's girlfriend who while is worried about her boyfriend's safety, is confident that he can prevail through anything.
[/indent][h3][sub][sub]Sample Post:[/sub][/sub][/h3]
[indent]The rain pounded the pavement as tires skidded across the wet ground, a head light shone beams that broke the fog and mist. Stepping off his bike, Ryder sneezed and wipe his nose the second his helmet came off. It was at times like this he wished that his costume was some high tech cyber suit or something that could ensure his comfort at all times. But even with the storm soaking him to the bone, his own comfort meant little to him for he had a man to hunt down, a criminal by all accounts. 

Face to face with the dark alley that the villainous lot had run down, the hero whipped out a flashlight from his belt and proceeded into the shadowed abyess. Every step he took into the darkness made the rain louder as the soundwaves bounced off the high walls. Piles of trash and junk decorated the halls as old fire escaped stood guard over the passage. 

[i][b]*CLANG*[/b][/i]

Ryder instantly turned his back around, unsure if his heavy clouds of breath where from fatigue, cold or fear or a mixture of all three. The hairs of his neck stood on end, the man he chased was here no doubt, using the alley as his fortress in which to hide. But the question was where? The answer didn't stray too far as looking down her saw a set of fresh footprints in the mud and guck of the ground. Following the trail past several turns and corners, Ryder walked deeper into the halls of the scoundrel.

He knew this was a trap, that the man would be stalking him from the bushes of trash bags or watching him from dumpsters as he past. Something told him to turn back as the piles of garbage howled threats in the wind at him and the rattling of ironwork ladders ominously judged him. But Ryder held his nerves, there were people counting on him, being a hero meant more than just looking good in a photo to him.

[i][b]*KRANG*[/b][/i]

The beam of light swiftly turned around, Ryder's vision soon with it. "W-Whose there?" Ryder's teeth chattered from the cold. His fingerless gloves gripped the flashlight tightly as his other hand curled into a fist, had he found the villain? Boots squeaking in the mud, he ever so slowly nudged towards the pile of discarded waste and tipped over trashcans, [color=#cc6600]"Don't make me do this... Just come out with your hands up and I promise you'll be fine."[/color] Extending a hand out to disturb the resting pile, Ryder swept away the light cardboard and cans with a fell swoop and prepared to attack.

"Nya." a kitten looked up at this man who had the nerve to disturb his little ramshackle house, hissing at Ryder in an attempt to what could only be said as a curse.

[color=#cc6600]"O-oh..."[/color] Ryder backed away a little, [color=#cc6600]"Sorry about that little kitten."[/color]

Watching the now wet pelt of fur bounce away, Ryder's mind started to think of where could the man have gone. After his little run in with the cat, he questioned if the man came here at all as his started to think out loud, [color=#cc6600]"Hmm... footprints where here but he might not be... could have escaped... maybe th- HARRRG!!"[/color]

Ryder screamed out as he was kicked into the wall. Turns out the rattling of the iron fire escapes tried to warn him about a danger he forgot to forsee: vertical hiding. As he was being thrown across the alley, the hero realized that the echoing rain had concealed the sound of the man scrambling up the ladder and he had simply forgotten to look up after being so distracted by the cat.

A grunt of pain escaped his mouth as Ryder slid on the ground, his elbow ached as it connected with a cinderblock more personally than Ryder would have liked; his helmet landing in the mud nearby, falling off mid-flight. Slamming his fist into the ground, he stumbled off the ground, [color=#cc6600]"Y-you... give it-t b-back... d-don--"[/color]

"Don't tell me what to do," the much larger and burlier man picked up Ryder and look him the eye, "You pathetic wannabe hero. Should have stayed out of my doings." With a swift hook to the gut, Ryder once more flew into the air, his fall cushioned by a dumpster that he promptly bounce off into the mud against. The muscleman once again approached Ryder as he struggled to get up off the ground, if he didn't break anything then he certainly got a nasty bruise, "You're weak, I've seen-"

[color=#cc6600]"SHUT UP!"[/color] Ryder roared as he looked up, his auburn hair all over his face and a crack in his glasses, interrupting the criminal and making him pause from his resistance, [color=#cc6600]"I know I'm weak. I don't have millions of dollars or superpowers. I know that I can never go up against the likes of the famous heroes. But none of that matters. A hero's job is to help people!"[/color]

Scrambling up, Ryder charged the man on all fours, breaking into a sprint as he drew his twin striking stick and brought them down hard on the man's shins before he could react. With renewed energy and vigor, Ryder stood up as the criminal howled in pain, his heavy breath no longer containing fear, [color=#cc6600]"You have done a sin against an innocent, therefor I shall bring you to justice!"[/color]

Locking his sticks together into a staff, Ryder thrusted one end of it into the back of the man who was still reeling from his now damaged shins. Rolling on his side, Ryder got into position at the front of the man, slamming the rod across his face once before changing his grip to thrust into his belly. Unlocking the staff once more, he aimed at the man's legs once again, knocking him into the air before brining him back down the ground with his sticks. 

[i][b]*THUD*[/b][/i]

The man was out cold on the ground. While certainly not dead, he would wake up with a pounding headache and a many a bruises curtesy of Ryder. The hero looked over his fallen foe, [color=#cc6600]"Never should h-have made me do that."[/color] Turning back into the alley, the rain stormed down as hard as ever but Ryder smiled as he hobble back into the abyss. He had something to get and return.

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[color=#cc6600]"Here you go miss."[/color] Ryder handed an old lady a red (and slightly dirtied) purse from atop his noble mount, the sun now shinning once again, [color=#cc6600]"Sorry it too me so long."[/color]

The elderly woman's face smiled as her grandchildren cheered, "Oh don't be. I can't thank you enough for doing this."
"Grandma, grandma!" one of the tiny children tugged on the old lady's dress, does this mean we can still go to the movies?"
"Of course dear! All thanks to this fine gentleman."

Ryder smiled and chuckled a little from under his helmet, ignoring the pain of his new injuries,[color=#cc6600] "Its what heroes do, we help people no matter how big or small their problems may be."[/color][/indent]