So let's try this again. A little something I tried before in Ultimate DC, but didn't push through at the time.
| Identity |
Greg Saunders, the Vigilante.
| Attributes |
None. Greg Saunders is an old man with a decent right hook and some marksman skills, but that's it.
| Origin |
Greg Saunders was born in New York City on a cool November day in 1941 to Mort and Thelma Saunders. Tragedy struck quickly, as just a few short months later, Mort was one of the first American soldiers to be killed in action in the Pacific theatre of war. Thelma was left to raise the baby alone, but fortunately, Mort's father Pat came to her aid. He moved in with the family of two, providing money and care.
Pat Saunders had been a frontiersman, a minor legend as a gunslinger and deputy sheriff that later turned to acting in Westerns during the early years of cinema. A rather uneventful career, it must be said, but one that would shape most of Greg's youthful imagination: Pat loved showing his old films to his grandson (he also taught him a few things about guns). Especially inspiring to Greg was a short cowboy flick entitled Vengeance of the Vigilante.
In the film, the titular hero covered his face with a red bandana and meted out justice to those who killed his family. Was it any surprise when a twenty-five year old Greg Saunders donned the same disguise when hoodlums severely beat his grandfather? The thugs had been dealing drugs and accosting women and Pat had felt it necessary to say something. For beating his grandfather and mentor into a coma, Greg - calling himself the Vigilante - dismantled the entire gang and handed them over to the police.
In the years afterwards, Greg - now running his own small maintenance shop - would don the disguise time and time again. An urban cowboy working outside the confines of the law. He even picked up a sidekick for a while, Jimmy Leong aka The Chinatown Kid. Together, they became fearsome foes against injustice in the working class neighbourhoods of New York. Their fame was local, the only tangible evidence of their existence a short profile piece in The New York Times. That, and the lives changed of those they'd helped.
Shortly after his sixtieth birthday, Greg Sanders left New York - and the Vigilante - behind. By then, he had done well for himself. He was a respected man in the community, had run a good business, married a loving wife (Marie) and raised a good son (Pat, Jr.). He retired along with his wife to Florida (her idea). She passed away a few months ago, the victim of an inoperable brain tumour.
Greg Saunders is well into his 72nd year on the planet.
He is tired.
And he just got a letter from The Chinatown Kid.
| Goals |
Let's just say I've got a story I want to tell.
| References |
None, besides, y'know, Byrd.
I can offer this, tho:
| Identity |
Greg Saunders, the Vigilante.
| Attributes |
None. Greg Saunders is an old man with a decent right hook and some marksman skills, but that's it.
| Origin |
Greg Saunders was born in New York City on a cool November day in 1941 to Mort and Thelma Saunders. Tragedy struck quickly, as just a few short months later, Mort was one of the first American soldiers to be killed in action in the Pacific theatre of war. Thelma was left to raise the baby alone, but fortunately, Mort's father Pat came to her aid. He moved in with the family of two, providing money and care.
Pat Saunders had been a frontiersman, a minor legend as a gunslinger and deputy sheriff that later turned to acting in Westerns during the early years of cinema. A rather uneventful career, it must be said, but one that would shape most of Greg's youthful imagination: Pat loved showing his old films to his grandson (he also taught him a few things about guns). Especially inspiring to Greg was a short cowboy flick entitled Vengeance of the Vigilante.
In the film, the titular hero covered his face with a red bandana and meted out justice to those who killed his family. Was it any surprise when a twenty-five year old Greg Saunders donned the same disguise when hoodlums severely beat his grandfather? The thugs had been dealing drugs and accosting women and Pat had felt it necessary to say something. For beating his grandfather and mentor into a coma, Greg - calling himself the Vigilante - dismantled the entire gang and handed them over to the police.
In the years afterwards, Greg - now running his own small maintenance shop - would don the disguise time and time again. An urban cowboy working outside the confines of the law. He even picked up a sidekick for a while, Jimmy Leong aka The Chinatown Kid. Together, they became fearsome foes against injustice in the working class neighbourhoods of New York. Their fame was local, the only tangible evidence of their existence a short profile piece in The New York Times. That, and the lives changed of those they'd helped.
Shortly after his sixtieth birthday, Greg Sanders left New York - and the Vigilante - behind. By then, he had done well for himself. He was a respected man in the community, had run a good business, married a loving wife (Marie) and raised a good son (Pat, Jr.). He retired along with his wife to Florida (her idea). She passed away a few months ago, the victim of an inoperable brain tumour.
Greg Saunders is well into his 72nd year on the planet.
He is tired.
And he just got a letter from The Chinatown Kid.
| Goals |
Let's just say I've got a story I want to tell.
| References |
None, besides, y'know, Byrd.
I can offer this, tho:
