Name: Alexis Righte

Age: 38

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Alexis is around 175 cm tall, with a fairly fit physique derived from various training routines, though semi-frequent vigilante action certainly doesn't hinder this. Scars cross his body at various points, one of the few indicators of his lifestyle as a vigilante.

Bio: Alexis, like many modern moguls, was not born into money; his parents were upper-middle class characters, but he himself was not strictly any more privileged than average so far as cash was concerned. Unlike many modern moguls, however, Alexis' life took a turn for the worse at the age of seven, when not only did a criminal come along and kill his parents, but he himself was severely wounded by a couple of bullets, requiring serious medical attention and months of physical therapy, and slapping on him a doctor's bill that was only just paid off by the assets his parents had left behind. After all was said and done, Alexis was left a broken and broke orphan.

Evidently, Alexis would hardly have come out of that sort of situation well under normal circumstances anyway. However, he was also diagnosed with psychopathy, now called antisocial personality disorder, yet this somehow went untreated by the doctors of the time, and combined with his being forced into a foster home, then forced out of the same home at just eighteen, he grew up much the worse for it. He saw examples of cruelty everywhere he looked, and soon began to realise how utterly disgusting many people could be given the chance. Sick of how America had developed in light of the Cold War's actions, he moved to a newly-forming city called Ankora, seemingly a new hope for the man, where he could start up a business with a fresh idea he'd had in a fresh location, ideally unmarred by criminal activity.

He was sorely mistaken about how fresh the city would be. Even as he began the business which would become Righte Industries Inc., there were hints that Ankora would collapse into the same myopia that the rest of the US had become, even in spite of the recent rise of vigilantism keeping down criminals. Sure enough, that state of affairs progressed to the point of vigilantes being feared by the populace, and ultimately outlawed by the Vigilance Accord, directly resulting (at least in Alexis' mind) in Ankora's final fall into depravity. This triggered some chord of discontent in Alexis - if criminals were all but allowed to kill, rape, steal, with little response from police forces, why shouldn't the vigilantes be granted legality if their attacks were directed only at those who broke the law?

A couple of years passed. Alexis' company continued growing, now extending into a great many fields and expanding beyond its headquarters in Ankora, and Alexis finally entered the realms of the upper class. With this money, he began to perform research into certain things, ostensibly for medical and civilian benefits - powered exoskeletons, stronger materials, how to attach hard objects to softer surfaces without risk of weakening the soft surface...

In late 2010, the first reports came in throughout Ankora of people, seemingly caught in the midst of criminal acts evidence and all, who had been shot, impaled, disemboweled, and otherwise violently murdered. Nobody was quite sure who had done these things, but every so often, people would report glimpses of somebody in red wandering the streets, and police reports would mention untraceable bullets lodged in victims or gashes in surfaces where somebody had been held up against a wall and sliced clean in half. It was not until somebody caught on video one of Alexis' murders- a man had begged and pleaded that his crimes were to support his family, to which Alexis had stated that he had had many other options which wouldn't have led to his death, right before stabbing him clean through the chest cavity- that his vigilante persona finally acquired a name - The Red Claw.

Personality: Alexis is what most people would call a psychopath - or, to be more medically accurate, a person with antisocial personality disorder, meaning he lacks empathy and sees others as tools to be used as he sees fit. Though he can handily read others and pretend to be as nice a guy as anybody has ever met, his true self is rather distanced from the realities of social interaction, and he will typically take the time where he can to examine a person's interactions with others before coming to talk to them himself, having developed in his head the right sort of facade to get into their good books and impress them.

This lack of empathy is not so bad on its own, given that there are many ASPD cases who have not become violent murderers; however, in Alexis' case, he has come to the conclusion that most people will gladly violate both the law and the general consensus of what "good morality" is when given the chance, and moreover that those who perform evil and unlawful acts are more likely to continue committing such acts in the future, and likely escalate to worse crimes over time where they can, such that the only real way to ensure they never do these things again is to end their lives when caught. He therefore sees his own blatantly monstrous acts not as evil or unlawful, but simply an assertion of this conclusion to its fullest extent - those who kill must be killed; those who rape must be killed; those who steal will likely kill in the future, and must be killed; those who perform immoral but technically legal corporate activities will likely escalate to outright illegal activities in the future, and must be killed; and so on.

Vigilante Name: The Red Claw

Costume: Alexis wears a skintight black spandex and rubber full-body suit which, through the wonders of modern technology such as braided pneumatic actuators incorporated between layers, amplifies his striking and lifting force when needed without being so large and clunky as many powered exoskeletons are. Attached over the spandex, he wears a series of thick tank-grade titanium plates, complete with voice-modulating titanium helmet utilising black bulletproof glass as a visor, having been stained red with dried-on blood which he has not bothered washing off, providing one half of his vigilante name, as well as granting substantial protection from most forms of assault and increasing his apparent weight by a few dozen kilograms. The centerpieces of his costume, however, are the two rounded, armoured gauntlets he wears, each oversized such that their top sides pass beyond the ends of his fingers and elbows; their features are described below. He is looking into ways this setup could feasibly be improved upon, however.

Abilities/Skills: Alexis' physical strength, speed and agility are above average under normal circumstances, similar to what you might expect of a consummate athlete or many vigilantes. His spatial reasoning and prediction, by contrast, are second to none, giving him the accuracy to impale a fly with a needle if he so desires, and to dodge attacks or predict gunfire paths like it's going out of fashion. On top of this, he is smart and charming enough to run a rather successful company, possesses more than enough social awareness to put up facades of any given personality when he cares to, and is well-trained in various forms of fist fighting, namely boxing in modern, Russian, and bare knuckle variants, plus various forms of street fighting techniques which include grapples and body locks in the situations where his usual fighting style is insufficient.

Equipment: Alexis generally uses very little equipment other than his suit and his gauntlets. Each gauntlet incorporates what is essentially a stripped-down FN MAG medium machine gun firing with a certain specific hand gesture, drawing ammunition from a coiled disintegrating M13 linked belt holding custom 7.62x51mm NATO rifle cartridges with no identifying marks to indicate who has sourced the ammunition - custom-created by an automated manufacturing line as a perk of his company's long reach, as a matter of fact, and well-hidden to ensure evidence does not leak. However, he is most well known for the 30cm long, very sharp titanium blades contained in the gauntlets, three emerging from the front and one from the back behind the elbow, granting the second half of his title as a vigilante - these are contained within the gauntlets as standard, and can be released (forcibly enough to puncture several inches of brick wall, at that) and withdrawn with various hand gestures, generally being released on the front of just one hand to end a criminal's life. That said, the gauntlets themselves are easily hard and heavy enough to block most attacks, or to break bones and buckle metal sheets with a strike, in fact remaining manageable in terms of encumbrance only due to the efforts of the strength-boosting suit under the armour (and indeed, his speed and agility would also both be rather reduced by the titanium plating alone were he not wearing the suit as well); rarely are they used specifically in a maul-like fashion, however, as the lethal nature of Alexis' vigilantism generally encourages either shooting targets from a distance, or impaling them on his claws up close whilst using the suit's enhanced strength to help pierce whatever protection they utilise, with armour destruction via buckling or shattering being a comparatively rare benefit.

Alignment: Lawful Evil - He sure as hell isn't good, but he's extremely adherent to his own standards when it comes to taking out criminals. That is to say, all of them, at every opportunity he can manage. In this regard, he believes he is upholding the law by negating unlawful activity, regardless of his own flagrant disregard of the legal system.

Reputation: To many people, the Red Claw is more of a horror story than a reality, something to be described in exaggerations to Ankora's children to keep them on the straight and narrow. If only the mutilated bodies that keep turning up every few nights did not prove otherwise. Even then, there are a small subset of people who see his permanent solution to the problems of crime as a blessing of sorts, and for the most part, his existence has reduced criminal activity to some extent, meaning that those who do not commit such crimes are overall pseudo-tolerant of his existence, just so long as he doesn't personally affect them in some way.

Accord Compliance: Signing up with the government would just hold him back. He kills who he needs to, as soon as he can.

Name: Donovan Booth
Alias: "First-Degree" Donny
Age: 36
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 160 pounds
Race: Human
Alignment: Evil Neutral
Accord Compliance: Donny complies with nothing.
Eye Color: Green



Appearance: A slight but sturdy man with no eyebrows, a baby-face, emerald eyes, a porn stache, and slicked back ginger hair. He almost always wears black pants and dress shoes with suspenders and black gloves, though commonly hides his equipment and features beneath a trenchcoat and hat. He always wears a tie, though the color and design of it frequently changes. He speaks with a nasally Downeast accent.



Weapons and Equipment-

-Customised Model M513 Raging Judge Magnum revolver with a titanium firing cylinder and a Mernickle quick draw holster worn on the thigh. The rifling of the barrel, the cylinder tapering, and the frame are modified in a manner reminiscent of the Smith & Wesson Model 460XVR, to accommodate high speed .460 Magnum rounds. Put simply, the most powerful six round revolver on the planet. Donny carries three .45 Colt 325 grain Buffalo Bore moon clips, one .410 bore clip, three .454 Casull XTP Hornady clips, and three .454 Hornady jacketed hollow point clips, and three .460 Magnum 200 grain DPX Cor-Bon clips. The hammer is modified to allow for fanning as a faster alternative to the double-action function.

-Unfiltered Camel soft pack cigarettes.

-Zippo lighter.

-A roll of quarters.

-Fake police inspector badge.

-A custom high powered 28,000,000 volt, 10 milliamp Runt stun gun holstered at his left side.

-Set of handcuffs and two spare keys. One key is stitched into his overcoat on the right side and the other is stitched into his left pants pocket.

-Trench coat with holes in the pockets.

-A plain white van fitted with an 800 hp 3.5-litre RS5 V10 engine. Goes from 0-62 in 2.8 seconds. The paneling and darkened windows are bulletproof.

-A modified X800 ShadowHawk flashlight secured to his belt on the left side. It has a custom tactical rail attached, and can be connected to the top of the Magnum's barrel or to the MP5.

-Heckler & Koch MP5 with three 100-round beta feed magazines, utilizing .40 S&W hollow point rounds and a silencer. This is carried in a satchel.

-.950 JDJ rifle with one round, loaded. This 85 pound gun is kept in the back of Donny's van, which is usually nearby. Comes with a scope.

-Four pull-pin grenades with optional tripwires on his belt. Two are MK3 concussion grenades, and two are M67 fragmentation grenades.

-Six inch switchblade in his pocket. It has a ring clip at the hilt base.

-Claw hammer holstered at his belt.

-A white handkerchief and a one ounce aerosol bottle of cyanide, disguised as nose spray.

-Customized retractable high-density golf club made just for braining folks holstered at his belt. It has a ring clip at the hilt base.

-Twenty-five foot razor sharp microfilament garrote wire reel concealed within a wristwatch that can be withdrawn via clip ring. It's almost invisible to the naked eye, as light as a spider's web, sharp enough to cut through bone with effort, and can withstand up to 2,200 pounds of tension without breaking. Donny can control how much is extracted and retracted with the interface of his watch.

-Spring loaded five-inch knives within the heels and toes of his shoes that will jut out when a switch on the instep is triggered.

-Pair of insulated quarter-pound S.A.P black combat gloves weighted with lead. They are fashioned from a high density polymer that can resist being cut by the garrote wire.

-A heavy duty bullet proof vest that can stop even the largest of slugs.

-Can of FOX military grade pepper spray holstered at his belt.

-Portable six inch shaving mirror on his belt.

-Four adhesive bombs in the same satchel as his tommy gun, which can be remotely detonated via digital watch or set with a timer. Each bomb contains enough TNT to scrap a minivan.
















Physical Abilities/Skills: Donny looks like a geeky dad, the kind of embarrassing adult that could be found doing jumping jacks in neon dolphin shorts down at the local YMCA. This is a strength. Hardly anyone ever suspects just how obscenely dangerous he really is. His physicality is comparable to that of a highly trained marine, as he consistently trains to stay in peak condition. He has world class gunslinging abilities in addition to a level of manual dexterity and slight of hand most oftenly attributed to master street magicians. He is extremely deceptive, excelling in both acting and psychological warfare, in addition to having a photographic memory combined with a formidable spatial sense. He has over seventeen years of experience in urban combat as an elite professional killer, with at least 172 confirmed kills. Though he is a capable hand-to-hand fighter, he by far prefers mid-range firefights. He is a true "dead eye" with his selected firearms, and can hit a fly at ninety-one meters with his Magnum revolver, the weapon he favors above all others. Such is his skill with the gun that he can fire off all six shots in less than a second by fanning the hammer, whilst still maintaining near-perfect accuracy. For reference as to the revolver's power, the .45 Colt slugs can put a one inch hole through a steel cooking pan at mid-range. The Casull rounds travel at Mach 1.7 and need but a single shot to take down an African bull elephant. The Casull hollow points can reduce a wild boar's innards to custard. The .460 Magnum rounds travel at Mach 2, easily faster than even .500 and .600 bullets, and can vaporize a human head as if it were a rotten cabbage.



At close range with the .410 rounds, Donny can empty the chamber and turn a human into hamburger in less time than it takes for the body to hit the ground. His secret weapon, the .950 JDJ rifle, fires a bullet with over nineteen tons of force per square foot.
It can literally shoot through schools.





Personality: Donny is what would be called an ubermensch. He follows his own code and does as he wants, believing only in his own will and the in the cold steel of his revolver. He follows orders only because he likes having something to do, and what he likes to do is kill. As long as there is violence in the distance he will allow others to give him direction, for a price.
He's outrageously crafty and as mean as an Arizona rattler, albeit with a nigh unbreechable calmness some would decidedly call detachment, though it isn't. He's an adrenaline junkie that gets his fix any way he can, primarily by way of murder, but also by driving like a complete maniac, playing games with law enforcement, and committing acts of terrorism. He's socially passable by modern standards, but has no qualms about being a public nuisance. He's quite skilled at being annoying, and uses it as a tool to pick fights. He enjoys smoking, but only does so before and after a kill.
He likes taking first-class rides at the airport, drinking black coffee, making faces at children, and visiting strip clubs.



Background: Donny had a typical psychopathic childhood. He was born in Bangor, Maine, his father a U.S Marine, his mother a sickly stay at home wife, and his uncle a bastard rapist. He was often unsupervised, and frequently engaged in less than moral activities. He bullied other children, killed animals, and stole from the local supermarket on a regular basis. In his youth he won several national marksman championships. As soon as he got his driver's license, he stole his parent's van and hit the road, moving to Las Vegas and with nary a penny in his pockets after using up the rest for gas.
There he found quick work as a crime syndicate hit man that dispatched anyone who filched on their gambling debts, seizing their assets for himself along with 20-40% of however much money they owed to his employers, plus expenses. He not only impressed the crime bosses as a lethal and merciless efficient bookie enforcer. Obviously his reputation decreased business, but it was a simple matter for the higher ups to conceal his involvement in many of the deaths. The consistency of his work easily made up for any gamblers he slew or scared away by proxy.



Whenever he wasn't popping filchers, he was taking up hits. Assassinations of all kinds were welcome. He grew into the role of an underworld grim reaper, dreaded to such an extend that even the Mafia dared not to double-cross him. Even the local police, to avoid mass casualties, decided to simply stay out of his way. The way they saw it, no possible confrontation with him could result in anything less than a catastrophe rivaling 9/11. The Feds were only called in once, and never again after having eight dozen of their own slaughtered in an incident so brutally embarrassing, it was wiped from the records and in Donny's place a patsy was tossed to the dogs, the failure so complete that a cover-up was the only way to preserve the public's respect for the government. Whenever the hitman comes roaring by in his big white van, with its souped up engine and screaming, fiery tailpipes, no cops dare to try and pull him over. They've been warned well about the fella known as "First-Degree" Donny. They also avoid investigating too deeply into any murder scene where unfiltered Camel cigarette butts are found. He seems able to kill anyone, anywhere, within a week regardless of their location or importance. Since then he's moved his business to Ankora and has taken up a hobby on the side. he stalks and kills prostitutes in alleys and subways with a claw hammer.

Reputation: Mob bosses and police chiefs alike would wet themselves in his presence, if only they knew what he looked like.

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Name: Arlene Jefferson

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Appearance: At a slight and lean 5’2, the unseeming African American woman is rarely pegged as a threat. Her hair is in a small afro, though it’s often kept under a hat or a hood. Her left shoulder down to her wrist is covered in tattoos of vines and flowers.

Threw this in a hider since it's a lot longer than I anticipated it to be.

Personality: She’s a bit of a firecracker - a free spirit with the will and ability to just about do whatever she wants to. Graffiti doesn’t really like it when things don’t go her way, but unless you’re trying to stop her from doing what she wants or threatening her or someone she wants to protect, it’s hard to find yourself in a position where your interests clash with hers.

In recent years, she’s become increasingly violent, and Graffiti is open to exploring that side of herself. The few that know her personally in Ankora think she’s becoming more and more of a loose cannon, though not yet to the point where she’s out of control.

Vigilante Name: Graffiti
Costume: If you can call a black hoodie, stolen black military-grade combat pants, boots, and a gasmask a costume, then that’s Graffiti’s costume. Sometimes she has a backpack if she needs to carry a little extra. She has a holster for her pistol on her left side, and a “holster” for a spray can on her right. Her knives are all sheathed along her left leg.

Abilities/Skills: Her main ability is that she has the speed, agility, and athleticism of an Olympic level, which allows her to move freely and quickly. Graffiti isn’t inherently very strong - much of her power in a fight comes from outmaneuvering her opponent and maintaining an element of surprise in doing so. She gets overwhelmed when she’s greatly outnumbered, in which case she can almost effortlessly run away.

She’s a skilled fighter, if her technique is unorthodox. Without any formal training, Graffiti has learned to resort to dirty fighting in order to win. Low blows and cheap shots aplenty when Graffiti gets into a fight. Her knives come into play here - she keeps anywhere between a dozen to two dozen knives on her at all times so she can use them liberally in a fight, should she have to.

Throughout the years, Graffiti’s also become quite a good shot with her pistol. She’s no marksman, but she can hit a target with military precision.

She’s also one of the most talented graffiti artists of all time, despite the oddity of her work.

Equipment: The pistol Graffiti carries is a silenced Sig P226 - the pistol itself was stolen from a police officer she killed, and the silencer was stolen from an illegal weapons deal she snuck in on. Her knives are mostly simple throwing knives - she doesn’t use them for throwing too often, rather she uses them when she’s close to someone and has the jump on them. The only knife that isn’t a throwing knife is a military issue combat knife, also lifted off that weapons deal.

But while that’s all fun and games, Graffiti’s most prized pieces of equipment are her spray cans - in particular, the cans in which she’s mixed a little chlorine gas into the paint. Typically, the spray can holster holds one of these “tainted cans,” as she calls them, meant for easy access when she needs to play a little extra dirty.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral/Chaotic Good, though it’s all down to perspective really. Ultimately, Graffiti serves herself first, and others second, and she’ll do just about anything she can in order to protect herself. But since she also has a sense for protecting others, there’s a case for calling her good.

Reputation: The outsiders of Ankora love her, but the wealthy and the government are calling for her arrest.

Accord Compliance: She doesn’t like laws.

Name: Victor Valentine (formerly Victor Valentinovich)

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Appearance:


Height: 6'1
Weight: 180

Bio:

Victor was born and raised in the city of Ankora, though his parents weren't. No, his ancestry comes from Russia, though his mother and father took great expenses to hide that. Aleksei and Katya Valentinovich had their names changed as soon as they arrived in America, fearing prejudice from their future neighbors due to the high tensions of the Cold War. Victor always wondered why it was they risked so much, just to live in constant anxiety and fear of discovery but they refused to tell.

After graduating from college, Victor immediately married his high school sweetheart, Chloe O'Sullivan, and began raising their two kids, Wesley and Cynthia who they had conceived in high school, together while starting his job as a rookie cop. After only a few months on the force though, he realized just how much red tape there was that kept him from being able to protect people as much as he believed he could. It wasn't long before he became so fed up with it that he began to go out at night and purposefully put himself in dangerous situations just to beat up criminals.

After seeing many other people begin doing the same thing around the world, but dressing up in colorful and eye-catching costumes, Victor decided to join in on the craze and created his own. Using the blue from his police uniform and the national bird of his adopted country, he created the identity of the Blue Eagle.

This went on for a couple years until the The Vigilance Accord changed everything. Suddenly, the Blue Eagle and everyone like him had gone from hero to outlaw. Things would only get worse though when, two weeks after its passing, Chloe discovered her husband's secret hobby. Their marriage had been on the rocks for some time but this was the final straw. The divorce was quick and clean, with her taking the kids back to her home country of Ireland. Victor still messages them every week, even though he never gets a response back.

Personality:

"Maybe someday the world will no longer need heroes to keep the people safe from those who would do them harm. Maybe someday I can proudly turn myself in for the laws I have broken while attempting to keep the peace. Today is not that day though, and I won't stop until it comes."

Victor knows that what he's doing is wrong and that he deserves to be in prison for vigilantism, aggravated assault, etc. but feels that he will do that only when the city of Ankora is safe. He is still very friendly with people, especially with those that are other heroes or people he is attempting to save. Even criminals he does his best to treat fairly. The man feels that all life is sacred and precious and, while he won't hesitate to pull the trigger if the need arrives, he uses lethal force only when there's no other option.

Vigilante Name: Blue Eagle

Costume:



Abilities/Skills: Has experience in hand-to-hand combat due to police training

Equipment: Two batons

Alignment: Lawful Good

Reputation: Before the accord he was a widely celebrated hero, especially due to his unyielding sense of justice and record of preventing any further deaths once he arrived to help. After the accords though, he became vilified for refusing to retire or work for the government, claiming that doing so would undermine the whole reason he had become a vigilante.

Accord Compliance: Disagrees with the accord and continues to bring vigilante justice to the streets of Ankora.

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Name: Marc Müller

Age: 34

Gender: Male

Appearance:
Marc stands at 5'10" tall and weighs in at a lean 164 pounds. He's a Caucasian with jet back hair and piercing blue eyes. He has several scars from stab wounds and gunshots from his long career.

Backstory: Marc's parents are German expats who fled the country when Russia began its expansion into Europe. When they arrived, Marc had not yet been born, and his parents spent a few years traveling around the country, both obtaining jobs in education as educators. When Marc was born, they settled in Ankora to officially begin their lives in the United States. Marc's father ended up as a college professor at the local university, while his mother stayed home to raise her child. For the most part, Marc led an uneventful life, but he had grown up knowing about Vigilantes. When he was in high school, he even got to witness a Vigilante performing their job firsthand when the diner he and his family had been dining at was suddenly held up by a masked gunman. From out the corner of his eye, another masked stranger spring into action and attempted to apprehend the gunman. A brief struggle ensued and the gunman ran. Wanting to help in some way, Marc stuck his foot out into the gunman's path, tripping him. The Vigilante was on him seconds later, and nodded his acknowledgement to Marc; this event stuck with the teen for the rest of his days and marked a turning point in his life. From then on, he wanted to be just like them, and began training himself in the martial arts. For a time, he donned a mask and went out on nightly patrols as "The Marked Man"...until he was arrested.
After a brief stay in jail, he went through the proper channels to become a full-fledged government agent. At least then, he could still punch badguys, but get a government check for it.

Personality: Marc is a pretty laid back guy. He's downright friendly to people he respects or sees as allies. As Mister Business, he adopts a persona that he's a no-nonsense vigilante who will stop at nothing to get the job done. He'll occasionally trade witty banter with his opponents, but that's pretty rare.

Vigilante Name: Mister Business
Costume: Along with the suit in the first picture, Mister Business also wears a mask made of carbon fiber:

His suit jacket also has carbon fiber sewn into it, and the vest has a layer of Kevlar.

Abilities/Skills: Marc is an expert in Eskrima and Aikido. Through his career, he has earned more than a few contacts in the underworld.

Equipment:
This simple-looking briefcase contains most, if not all of Mister Business' equipment for the mission he is on. However, this is not a mere briefcase. With a few flips of the latches, the case folds into a boxy-looking submachine gun that fires rubber pellets. A hollowed out section of the case can fire small balls filled with magnesium and potassium nitrate which detonate in a manner similar to a flashbang. Within his suit jacket, he keeps a collapsible stun baton. While he is proficient with knives and handguns, he prefers to use non-lethal weaponry.

Alignment: Marc is the quintessential government agent whose loyalties lie more with his country, rather than a particular person of cause, making him Lawful Neutral at best, and Lawful Evil at worst.

Reputation: Mister Business isn't the most famous Vigilante, but those who have heard of him treat him like they would any other government agent: with a healthy amount of distrust.

Accord Compliance: Marc still had a criminal record from his "Marked Man" days, but as long as he continues his employment with the government, he's seen as compliant.

Name: Thomas “Tommy” Bently

Age: 37

Gender: Male

Appearance:
Tommy is 6’ 0”, and weighs 160 lbs. Twenty years of crime fighting has given him a desirable frame.

Bio: Tommy was born into a happy family. His parents were both exceptionally rich, so he and his sister lived a comfortable life. Unfortunately, growing up rich turned Thomas into a bit of an entitled prick. His only friend growing up was his older sister, to whom he was incredibly close. When Thomas was fourteen, his father and his sister were killed in a street mugging. His mother withdrew into her work, barely speaking to him. Thomas, burning with rage, threw himself into training.

When he was seventeen, he and five of his friends became the original six Ankoran Vigilantes. He started out in a set of stage Knight's armor, with a prop sword that served as a better bludgeon than a sword. His gear slowly became more advanced, and his skill slowly increased. When his mother died, he spent good chunck of his inheritance on improving his armor. When the Vigilance Accord was signed into law, most of the surviving orignal six retired. Only Galahad remained non-compliant. He now plans on forming a new group of vigilantes, of which Perceval is the first.

Personality: The first word one would use to describe Thomas is “quiet”. He’s mild-mannered and fairly unassuming. That being said, within him burns a sense of indignation, and has a short temper. When he fights crime as Galahad, that anger comes out.

Vigilante Name: Galahad

Costume:
The armor itself is an advanced Carbon fiber alloy. It couldn’t stop, say, a point blank shotgun blast or a high caliber rifle bullet, and the joints are significantly weaker than the rest of the armor. That being said, it does provide a measure of protection against lower-caliber bullets, glancing shots, knives, or blunt instruments. It’s also a fair bit lighter than it looks, but it’s still pretty heavy.

Abilities/Skills: Galahad is an unmatched swordsman, and incredibly comfortable fighting in his armor. That being said. If one were to catch him outside his armor, he wouldn't be too har to fight, as he spends most of his time training on fighting with all of his equipment.

Equipment:

• Logris: An expertly weighted longsword. Nothing particularly special about it, but it’s plenty sharp and plenty solid.
• Renges: A bullet-proof shield used by Galahad. It’s weighted for bashing criminals.

Alignment: Chaotic Good. Galahad stand for one thing. Justice. He hasn’t a problem with killing those who stand in the way of his vision for a peaceful world.

Reputation: Due to his brutal tactics, a government sanctioned smear campaign, and his general air of mystery, Galahad is feared by criminals and citizenry alike.

Accord Compliance: Galahad is noncompliant, and therefore wanted by the federal government.

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Age: 35

Gender: Male

Appearance: Mason is a tall, in shape man. He stands 6'3 (193 cms), his frame is sturdy from years of constant exercise and training. Physically he's comparable to a linebacker, weighing 235 pounds, a lot of which is muscle. He has a couple of tattoos, the most noticeable being the star on his front left shoulder.

Bio: Mason was born to a lower class household in a rough part of the city. His dad was an alcoholic who would often beat Nason or his poor mother. He hated his father and was almost happy when he died years later. He was an okay student, got good enough grades to graduate high school but often got in trouble for fights or talking back to teachers.

At the age of eighteen he join the US Navy, intent on becoming a Navy SEAL. He met all the requirements and went through the legendarily rough training. Mason never considered himself a quitter and made it all the way through training. Still to this day he will say it was the hardest thing that he had ever done, but he did it and became a full fledged SEAL.

His time within the SEALs is not something he talks about often, or is allowed to talk about. He learned many skills that would become the foundation of his later career as a superhero. During his time in the Navy he underwent raids and missions mostly against terrorist organizations, and earned a reputation as a dependable, efficient soldier. He would spend six years as a SEAL before he was honorably discharged in 2005.

Mason moved to Ankora that same year, taking up a job in construction. He took an interest in the vigilante craze and almost tried to join The Peacekeepers when they disbanded a year later. When the Vigilance accord came through he decided that was time for him to become a 'hero'. He crafted a persona as a crime-fighter, and registered with the government as Vindicator. His time with the SEALs was big into allowing this as it helped him acquire his equipment.

He started off with a stereotypical vigilante outfit, a leather clothing, a mask and a kevlar vest. Vindicator become more entwined with the government which lead to them gifting him his armor. He's essentially taken on a dual role as a crime-fighter and government agent, often doing dirty work for them without question. He isn't allowed to talk about his missions under the government, but the paychecks are more than enough for him to agree to each one.

Since then he has earned a reputation as one of the most well known government aligned superheros. The public likes him for his swift and brutal dealing of crime. He admits to enjoying the fame, but the money he gets even more.

Personality: Mason is kind of a complicated man to understand. He's a government registered superhero that fights crime. But his main motivation for doing so is the payment, though he'll easily confess to the fact that he enjoys combat. His next motivation is self preservation. He's entirely concerned with only his own well being, willingly acting selfish to get himself ahead. That's pretty much what he does, what is right for himself. He doesn't harm innocents or commit crimes, but is brutal to his targets. Whatever will get the job done is something he will consider.

He's a man with few real friends, in part due to his cynical outlook as he doesn't trust others. He'll use people and then toss them aside, lying easily the whole way. But Mason isn't an unfriendly man, he often quips jokes and respects strength. He enjoys the vices of life, a good cigar, a beautiful women and a stiff drink. He doesn't really care about the government, or the work they pay him to do, he just goes along with it because they pay him a lot.

Costume: Mason's costume is more comparable to a suit of armor, especially in appearance. It was built for him by his government handlers, a sign of gratitude for unquestioned service. The suit is made of a sturdy metal alloy and protects him from small arms fire, shrapnel and most melee attacks. But it is not invincible and can rupture under intense duress. The armor cannot take heavier firepower, explosions can badly damage it as well as more powerful firearms such as shotguns and sniper rifles.

The helmet has night and thermal vision, allowing him to see what the normal human cannot. The visor is made of bulletproof glass and it also has a small oxygen supply within it in the event Mason is doused in toxic gas or submerged. There is enough air for thirty minutes of breathing. The armor itself built to be lightweight, only slightly hindering Mason's movement, he is very used to wearing it.

Abilities/Skills:

• His body is in top shape, comparable to a professional athlete. Decently quick on his feet even with his armor on and a solid climber.
• He is trained in the usage of firearms, Mason is an accurate shot who knows how to handle guns.
• He's a fearsome close range combatant, while in the military he was taught martial arts, once he became a vigilante he seeked to learn more. His armor helps in melee combat, the hard metal of it adds force to his punches and kicks.
• He has a tactical mind, always approaching situations with a plan in mind.

Equipment:

• HK MP5-N submachine gun - His main weapon of choice, uses thirty round clips chambered in 9mm rounds. It's a relativly compact weapon that fires 800 rounds per minute with front and rear iron sights. It had three firing modes, fully automatic, burst fire and semi automatic. Mason has also attached a laser pointer to the weapon's handguard.
• Ithaca 37 pump action shotgun - For when Vindicator needs to pack more of a punch. The weapon that he carries has a 13' barrel and fires 12 gauge shells, he has also attached a flashlight to the bottom of it. In addition to taking out enemies with it, the shotgun is a solid way to breach locked doors.
• Combat knife
• Five tear gas grenades
• Three sets of handcuffs
• grappling hook

Alignment: His alignment is a bit hard to nail down, he'd fall somewhere between Neutral Evil and Lawful Evil. He works for the government and willingly does dirty work for them, but only for the money. He has no problems killing enemies, but does not kill innocents unless it is unavoidable. He also doesn't needlessly commit crimes. He'll betray people if it advances himself or his goals. But he also actively fights crime, mostly because he gets paid for it and he enjoys the action.

Reputation: Vindicator is a well known hero throughout the community, he's been doing it for a while now and his government alignment is known of. Criminals fear him because he does not show them mercy and seems to take an enjoyment out of hurting them. Civilians look up to him because he is incredibly tough on criminals. His real motivation (payment) is not widely known amongst the general public, they think he does it to protect them.

Accord Compliance: Vindicator complies fully with the Accord. He works for the government completely, often doing tasks for them beyond simple street heroism. He gets a very nice paycheck to do whatever they ask.

Name: Joseph Mortivg

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Appearance:


Bio: Born in Moscow May 13, 1990 Joseph was raised in the slums of the grand city. His mother died during childbirth, and his father was an alcoholic. At the age of 6 his father left him to a local orphanage to purse personal gain in the world. By the age of 14 he was kicked out of the orphanage to live on the streets. Having to join a gang to survive, Joseph learned how to not only survive but to thrive. As the years went by the gang he joined had been getting more and more ambitious, taking control of more and more of the slums. At one point they where the strongest group in the city. That is until they where put down by local authorities. At the age of 17 Joseph was arrested and sentenced to 20 years.

One year into his sentence Joseph was visited pay a man in a military uniform. He was given a choice, ether go with the man and become a government vigilante, or stay and rot. Not a man to turn down an opportunity, Joseph took the offer. He taken to a facility deep in Siberia. There he underwent the extreme training in order to become what the wanted. He went through not only physical training, but mental training. They broke him down then built him back up. They even gave him a code name: Steel

After half a decade of training, they began to send him on missions. Joseph didn't know at the time, but most of them where cleaning up what was left of his old gang. He didn't know any of this until three years later. He was given a simple mission, take down a powerful man who goes against the wishes of the government. Though before he could pull the trigger on the beaten man on the floor, he saw a picture of a familiar woman. It took him a moment, but he realized that it was his mother. Putting the pieces together, he realized now to he almost shot his father. Taking his helmet off he looked the man in the eye and told him to leave the country. That's all he could say. He was realizing that he knew almost every target that he was given. He ran from his homeland, he didn't know where he was running to, but he continued to move.

A year had pasted, and he now found himself in Ankora. He knew that he couldn't anything about his past, but he felt that he could try to make a difference here. He was never one to follow all of the laws in the first place.

Personality: The years spent with the Soviet military has made him a little reserved, but if he trusted you he'll show off his since of humor. He might come off as a little aggressive from time to time, but unless you're a criminal he's probably just frustrated.

Vigilante Name: Rust
Costume:


Abilities/Skills: Great at hand to hand combat, above average shot, good stamina. He's not the strongest, but is very quick.

Equipment: MP-446C "Viking" Pistol, handful of smoke bombs, two small explosives, and a combat knife.
His armor is made of an alloy making it durable, but light. Allowing to defend him from blades, most guns, and low grade explosives.
Alignment: Chaotic good

Reputation: few people know of him, and even fewer like him

Accord Compliance: Illegally punching baddies is more of a hobby

Name: Lily O'Hare

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Appearance: Lily isn't too stall, standing just above 5 feet with slightly tanned skin. She weighs in at about 110 lbs, with hazel eyes and dark brown hair.


Bio: Lily was born and raised in New Jersey to a typical middle class family. She is the oldest of two daughters, with Jessica, her younger sister, trailing her by 3 years. Lily grew up with the desire to become a neurosurgeon after one of her childhood friends had to have a life-saving procedure, and from that moment forward a lot of her free time was spent reading scientific journals for fun. In high school, Lily took AP classes just to get ahead on her studies and enter college a little bit early.

Unfortunately for her, adulthood was a lot different than what she had in mind. She married her boyfriend of 5 years, Carl, at the ripe age of 19, and things took a sour turn from there as Carl revealed to be a completely different person after the two had gotten married. She suffered both verbal and physical abuse constantly, but her reluctance to speak up came from the fact that he threatened not just her, but her family as well. It was then Lily decided to seek help elsewhere...and now, a couple of years later, with Carl dead as well as her mother, she takes the law into her own hands and kills whoever is a threat to a another fellow human being.

Personality: Lily is a bit eccentric, her personality changing depending on the situation. During social gatherings, expect her to be cheerful and talkative, unless someone manages to piss her off to the point of no return, then her entire day (and night) will be ruined. When out in costume, she's the quiet observer stalking her prey. The less people she comes in contact with, the better.

Vigilante Name: Black Widow

Costume: (blue eyes not included)


Abilities/Skills: Hand-to-hand combat, a good shot with bow and arrow as well as firearms, intermediate free-running skills.

Equipment: Lily carries a bow and a pack of arrows on her back, a handgun, and a switchblade when the kill becomes a little more personal for her.

Alignment: True neutral.

Reputation: To the many victims she's saved, Lily is their guardian angel. To a smaller amount of people, she's just another law-breaking criminal whose reckless behavior causes more harm than good.

Accord Compliance: Lily believes in an eye for an eye, and the Accord is just another document that gets in her way.

Name: Ricky "Ronin" Carne

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Appearance: Ricky has bright blonde hair with bright blue eyes, Having a very boyish looking face but with a few scars on his boy and one that comes across his nose. In his casual clothes he wears black jeans with matching black leather jacket and white shirt underneath the jacket.He also wears pink and blue socks with yellow sneakers.

Bio: He was born from a middle class family but however he was not normal like the other children, His father was a factory worker for cars and his mother was working with a food company as the truck supervisor. His mother would mentally and emotionally abuse him when he was younger not spending him with him or yelling at him for things that was not his fault, His father although loving and caring had molested him many times as a child.

Because of this and his anti social behavior he had a very lonely childhood finding comfort in reading comic books and hearing stories of the heroes of old. When he was old enough he started to pretend to be a hero doing things like stopping robberies and rapes, He did this for a few years but soon changed his views when he tried to stop a orgy rape of young girls that was hosted by a governor.

Since he failed with this crime since he was sent to prison by the governor, After he got out of prison he changed his views on being a superhero now murdering and torturing criminals mostly pedophiles,rapists and corrupted government officials like police.

Personality: Ricky talks alot and loves to quote action movies that he contently watches, He is also very arrogant thinking highly of himself and loves to taunt criminals. He is a bit of a sadistic-masochistic enjoying torturing people and also being hurt by hookers that he has sex with.

Being anti-social he doesn't know the difference between sarcasm and when someone is saying something seriously, He also says things that could be either racist,sexist or rude to other people. At times he feels like he is in one of his action movies or a dream so he will think he is invincible.

Vigilante Name: Il Corvo (Or just Corvo)

Costume:

(This expect wears blue gloves on his hands, A Pink and blue colors on his jacket. Also he has no letter stitched on his jacket, He wears a black crow mask and Pink sneakers)

Abilities/Skills: Is athletic and so he is a quick runner, He is also skilled in using and making traps. Ricky is also skilled in lock picking/hacking and earned a purple belt in Jeet Kune Do. And also skilled in gun play.

Equipment: A switch blade knife, Lockpick, Small Ax, Pepper Spray, Taser.

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Reputation: They media thinks he is a menace but the people think he is going good work. The crimeworld think he is dangerous but a punk kid.

Accord Compliance: Illegally Punching baddies :)

Name: Rodney Graves

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Appearance:



Bio:

Not everyone starts out evil, just like everything else, people change over time. Sometimes for the better and sometimes for the worse. Rodney is an example of the latter.

The man that would later become the villain known as Menace was once an eighteen year old kid who dreamed of defending his country from any foreign threats it may face. After graduating high school, he immediately joined the US Army to do exactly that, spending the next five years of his life as a grunt until he was honorably discharged. It was the least his superiors could do for him after being the lone survivor of his squad due to bad intel from his commanders.

He still hadn't lost his desire to do good though which was why he became a bounty hunter after returning to the States. Three years would pass without any incident, Rodney had even found a woman that he was completely devoted to. It wouldn't last forever though as the day came when he chose the wrong target. Carlos Lopez was the son of an the infamous cartel leader Juan Lopez and was wanted for crimes that ranged from petty theft to murder. It would have been a simple grab and bag if it wasn't for his dad's connections. While taking Carlos to the station to drop him off, a corrupt cop working for Juan erased all files on the young man's crimes, meaning there was no longer a bounty for Rodney to collect.

The bounty hunter refused to let the criminal go without him paying and so, instead of releasing him, Rodney made a call. Five million dollars and Juan would get to see his son again. In his mind, it was a great plan. The cartel would lose millions, the leader would put more manpower towards protecting himself and his family, meaning less crime being committed. Mr. Lopez was not willing to play ball. He hated his son and only made the effort to remove his criminal history since he would be seen as weak by his competitors if his son was arrested by a lone bounty hunter. Now it was personal though. Family, friends, even Rodney's fiance were all hunted down and murdered until he was the only one left.

Rodney Graves died that night when he was mailed each of his loved one's heads and Menace was born. He started with Carlos Lopez, then the corrupt cops who had turned their backs on him, next were the cartel's lieutenants to leave their leader vulnerable, before finally placing his sights on Juan Lopez himself. The broken man didn't stop there though. In his mind, everyone was to blame for his loss. No one was innocent. Not the good cops who only chose the same profession as corruptible men, not the families of the cartel's lieutenants who knew nothing of where their income came from, and not the child Juan tried to use as a human shield in the hopes Menace wouldn't pull the trigger.

Personality:

Rodney has lost touch with his humanity, taking the lives of anyone who even dares to look at him in a way he doesn't like. He acts violently toward others and is almost always in an aggressive mood.

Vigilante Name: Menace

Costume:



Abilities/Skills: Rodney is trained primarily in firearms and only really uses any other weapon, like his knives for example, when he has no other weapon in hand. When disarmed, he's more than likely to charge his enemy and reply mostly on his brute strength.

Equipment: A plethora of guns and knives ranging from handguns and switchblades to machine guns and machetes.

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Reputation: With his serious lack in morals and indifference in who is on the other side of his scope, Rodney is mutually hated by just about everyone in Ankora.

Accord Compliance: Oh hell no

Name:
Formerly: Marcus Dillon
Currently: Hamish Lancaster

Age: 40

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Hamish stands at a respectable 6 foot at an average weight, amazingly enough he only has one scar, something you could definitely say is a bit of skin off his nose, as in he was wounded by Greggory's cult when conducting revenge.

Bio: Marcus was born in London, an average baby for about a month before his parents died in a fire, their only way to save the baby was to drop him and many blankets in the open window of a train which was heading to Scotland... He was soon discovered by a woman who had the unfortunate luck to have the poor Marcus drop on her, she quickly claimed the surprised Marcus as her child. As soon as the train stopped near a port in Scotland the woman and Marcus went to Stornway, which is where the newly named Hamish lived for around twenty years of his life.

Unfortunately he moved over to America once he was discovered by Greggory Dillon, a vile American uncle of Hamish's... Greggory was an antique dealer on the surface and a reasonably big Cult Leader in Ankora who looked very much like Donovan Booth; Ankora was the home for both Hamish and Greggory lived after the kidnapping. Hamish did escape Mr Dillon's kidnapping within a few months by stabbing the cruel cultist in his neck with an initiation knife, said initiation was castration because of both Greggory's distaste of Hamish and the wanton desire to initiate then indoctrinate the poor sod, the Cult thankfully couldn't complete the initiation before ending up like Greggory Dillon for such odd and vile practices by a mentally crippled man who incredibly managed to inherit everything his uncle had.

Ever since Hamish has been attacking criminals as a form of stress relief, selling antiques makes up his career when he isn't conducting his hobby. Hamish has been the conductor of two mass murders, the "Cult Cataclysm" where the shocked Hamish chased down and murdered every Cultist in an old church with a knife and a whole gang jumped on in a museum dubbed the "Blood Red Exhibition".

Personality: Hamish has managed to keep sane despite his incredible and unfortunate past. He is cocky and sarcastic as the Tempest while a still cocky but less sarcastic and friendlier man as Hamish.

Vigilante Name: The Tempest or The Knifeman of Ankora
Costume:



Hamish always wears these three items of clothing when he is throwing knives at criminals. Through his antique deals he managed to attain a stab vest from a police office under renovation which fits well under the Inverness coat. The said Inverness coat and Venetian Mask were bought in auctions and the balaclava was a criminal's mask that Hamish fancied.

Abilities/Skills: Hamish is a strong man, he managed to wrangle a knife from a rather fit man then stab the said man off a ledge with the knife and a push, all while the man was struggling and kicking, he can also withstand five bullets and still go on to kill, he did collapse around ten minutes after but he is still a tough git to fight, and that was when he was malnourished and wearing rags. Hamish is an incredible knifeman as well, he did manage to kill a whole building filled with cultists with a knife and a toaster, the toaster only killed one man when it pinged in the poor sod's arms just before he flailed on the stairs to his death so it doesn't really count. Interestingly enough the Tempest has a few friends in the Police force for the Blood Red Exhibition, the police and their information if the knifeman of Ankora brings in criminals to them.

Equipment:


Alignment: Chaotic neutral, the Tempest just wants excitement and a reward, he doesn't care weather he has to go through a policeman or another vigilante to get it, he does draw the line at civilians who he thinks have done no wrong and who don't support the Accord.

Reputation: The Knifeman of Ankora is a reasonably well known criminal killer and cult carver, however his involvement with the police isn't very widely known, to most he is a unique vigilante with a knife and ornate mask obsession.

Accord Compliance: The Tempest doesn't care for the Accord, or for anyone who supports it.