[center][img]http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/NMShape/coollogo_com-8436315_zpsd02f9fa5.png[/img][/center] [center][img]https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/9/9a/Balaclava_3_hole_black.jpg/1024px-Balaclava_3_hole_black.jpg[/img][/center] [b]Character you have created: [/b]The Vigilante [b]Alias:[/b] Isaac Fontaine [b]Speech Color (Actually say what you're using, don't go "Like this", or what not)[/b]: Regular white on black with [b]bold[/b]. Without bold for “thought quotes”. [b]Character Alignment[/b]: Hero with shades of grey [b]Identity[/b]: Secret and paranoid about keeping it so. [b]Character Personality (Give information on how your character acts, what he/she believes in, how they handle situations)[/b]: Mid-to-late 20s but has been fighting crime in his way for well over a decade. Slight frame but well cut as a former light middleweight amateur boxer in school. Not a big man for someone with his “hobby” – slightly over 6 feet and put in a lot of work just to get to 180lbs – but gets by through intimidation and reputation which leads people to believe he’s a bigger man than he actually is. Was the sole heir to a very wealthy family but lives/eats like a bum – a lot of microwaveable food, and quick-to-prepare meals. Everything about him screams of “Practical over aesthetics” from his straight black costume, to his unkempt appearance in his other life. He’s someone who plans his actions thoroughly, but will often lash out speaking his mind thoughtlessly with little concern for the consequences. That doesn’t mean that he is beyond remorse, merely speaks brashly. [b]Uniform/costume[/b]: Fontaine is more about effectiveness than style, as such everything he takes/wears has to be justifiable. He wears a black balaclava, generic black tracksuit top and pants, strapped with duct tape at the wrists and ankles to avoid leaving DNA evidence, wears rubber surgical gloves under leather gloves allowing him to remove leather gloves for greater dexterity. [b]Origin Info/Details[/b]: Born in the mid-80s, his was a remarkable situation. A very rare condition saw his mother’s body treating the foetus as a disease/obstruction, her immune system attacking the baby and leaving the mother dramatically weakened and needing an extremely pre-mature c-section. In what was previously thought to be a zero survival rate case, Isaac Fontaine the miracle baby was born in uncomfortable silence. His nerves fused in such a way as to not allow the sensation of pain to travel through to the receptors in his brain as his body managed to somehow naturally adapt to prevent the foetus dying of shock. Due to disuse and redundancy his brain’s pain receptors atrophied away to nothing. His mother’s body however was ravaged and weakened by the birth, dying in the hospital. Her body died fighting the baby her mind wanted so badly. The father named the child Isaac, as was his mother’s wish and he raised the child as she would want, despite some deep-seeded resentment towards the child for being the cause of death to the woman he loved so much. The boy and his father would eat at the dinner table with the evening news on in the background, and his father would comment on it with the problems of the day (his father was a brash, opinionated man, just as the son would be – he was also grooming him to one day rise to fill his shoes in the corporate world). A liberal government combined with the news would lead to great rants from the conservative father, about the government being out of touch and needing to crack down on the criminal youth element (gangs and organised crime were becoming increasingly prevalent in Terraria through the 90s-early 2000s). One phrase which was repeated often which would resonate in the younger Fontaine’s ears: “Something has to be done”. Fast forward a few years, and a young Fontaine is playing soccer, representing his boarding school, the young Isaac was taken out via a slide tackle from a vastly bigger boy from a rival school with a bullying reputation. Isaac got to his feet and shoved the bully who countered by punching Isaac in the face. Isaac had his feet set and took the brunt of the blow, returning fire with a shot that broke his nose and sat the behemoth on his arse. The following season he was urged into boxing as word passed through the school of the soccer incident. That next winter he also moved into rugby as he grew to love the positive response and reputation he got as a fearless, loyal teammate who would throw himself in to play support regardless the odds for success… coming out on top more often than not. His first vigilante moment came at 16, when he saw an old man get mugged by 5 punk kids who stole his wallet and, seeing that nobody around was looking to oppose them, kicked the old man in the chest and walked away laughing. Fontaine’s dark scowl reflected his posture as he hunched in an intimidating fashion over the wheel. Observed the 5 walk to their car and trailed them back to a house. Fontaine picked off the residents one or two at a time, found the wallet and fled. From the security of his car he saw the wallet had been picked clean of cash, after a brief stop he returned the wallet plus $200 to its rightful owner after knocking on the door and leaving the wallet on the step whilst checking from a safe distance. The old man’s heart dangerously skipped a beat when he found it brimming with currency, but all was well and a hero was born. A year later his father was mugged and bled out in a backstreet after leaving through a backdoor avoiding current affairs reporters who had been harassing their way to the top due to the poor behaviour of a comparatively lower down representative of the company. With this event a hobby mutated to obsession as his father’s words echoed with meaning now greater than ever. With access to new wealth from his passing father, an empty house to work towards his fixation and the additional alibi of taking some time off to mourn the passing of his father added to his rapidly improving methods and the cool, fearless head which led to many calling him “Iced veins” Fontaine as an amateur boxer, Isaac now threatens to be the biggest blight on crime yet… if the police and a Premier seeking re-election don’t take him down first. Now in the last year or so his life has become quite a bit more chaotic... but that isn’t his origin. [b]Recent Events[/b] Isaac was flung into this universe after interdimensional shenanigans with a device called a “tetherporter” went awry. After using the device once he went to a strange new Earth, where - misunderstanding the instructions that came with the device – he ejected that Earth’s version of himself along with the tetherporter, breaking it in the process. The turmoil to the space-time continuum caused the multiverse to re-shuffle itself, hurling Isaac into an Earth that could more readily handle his presence. Once everything settled on this new Earth, Isaac found himself getting abducted by a group of aliens who were this sector’s Guardians or Protectors (no exact translation) of the spacetime continuum. Sensing an abnormality in a region where the dominant species had not yet developed the technology to be able to cause the aberration they found. The aliens explained to him, in a very contemptuous fashion, what had happened. That all organisms have a destiny, a set place and role that can be mapped across all of four dimensional spacetime. That a tetherporter is a simplified device to allow for a safe, “idiotproof” traverse between 2 specific pre-set dimensions. When an organism is off-dimension, their path is held by a thread which pressures the being to return to their own dimension. Through Isaac’s action, breaking the tetherporter, the odds of his returning to his own universe shrank in proportion to the size of the multiverse. The multiverse is infinite. His own actions had severed his “thread”. Isaac Fontaine became a man of no destiny. Destiny was one of the fundemental pillars of magic, as such he was not bound to the laws of magic. A man who lived outside of its purview. Due to the potential for harm to the spacetime continuum that a being which doesn’t have a set place in the tapestry of destiny, the aliens were going to kill the Vigilante. Until he pointed out that their presence as a force suggested a specific end-date to the multiverse. Why have a devoted force policing spacetime if there was not a legitimate threat to all existence? He was able to convince the aliens to leave him on the “primitive mudball” of Earth (which “hadn’t even achieved the relatively minor civilization goals of solving the energy crisis, perpetual motion engines, lightspeed travel, or war”), as a wildcard to counter the big threat at the end of times that was the reason for their spacetime preservation force. When all things, even the multiverse have a pre-destined end… maybe a lowly being without a destiny could somehow have a use? The aliens informed him that the universe he had now been thrown into was one that would be best adjusted to his presence. Things may have been a certain way for this universe’s previous version of him that best enable him to fit this universe. As if to highlight that fact, immediately after he’s returned to the Earth he’d receives a phone message from his childhood friend (who also handles his portfolio) Tony Morris; this universe’s version of Isaac had enrolled at LHU (in courses where lectures could be taken from online and his presence on campus wasn’t mandatory) as an alibi and cover story for his vigilante activities and presence in Lost Haven. Isaac was also present during the Pax Metahumana incident. He has a shaky relationship with Arachne after shooting her with a bolt from his grapple gun whilst trying to determine which was the real Arachne in a standoff with the meta-mimic Effigy. He is extremely protective of the hero Icon, for reasons which seem to stem from his home universe. Last we saw, Isaac was attempting to trail Effigy, the sole loose end after the Pax Metahumana event and stumbled upon tape of the group’s leaded Doctor Diplodoc talking with a mysterious unknown old man with a hat and glasses. He was called into the Dean’s office at LHU for reasons thus far unknown. [b]Hero Type (Select one)[/b]: Leans closest to Normal, with slight aspects of muscle, acrobat and intelligence. [b]Power Level (Select one below)[/b]: Going by the level of his actual powers you would say 1. By definition he watches over his home city though. [b]Powers (Be Specific)[/b]: Inability to feel pain. Very minor healing factor that allows him to heal perhaps 50 percent faster than regular people. A non-conductivity (or immunity, if you will) to magic. “Lucky”. The universe he’s been flung into seems somehow attuned to providing him some level of aid at times… but will sometimes pressure him into situations and places he really doesn’t want to go. Attributes: [b]Strength Level[/b]: High level human. Pain no factor. [b]Speed/Reaction Timing[/b]: High level human. [b]Endurance at Maximum Effort[/b]: Above regular level human since not held back by pain barrier. [b]Agility[/b]: Held to human level. [b]Intelligence[/b]: Borderline genius intellect by human terms. Particularly suited to his own lifestyle. [b]Fighting Skill[/b]: Heavily influenced by boxing where he gained experience as a high school amateur boxer. Will kick, but generally when opponent is exposed. More power than finesse, will occasionally break his own bones/harm himself trying to take out opponents. Knows some counters in other martial arts but is far from a master in any. Looks to intimidate. Not opposed to inflicting serious injury to self or opponents in combat. Better at fighting against knives than with one himself, since training low and he’s largely self-taught from a decade of crime-fighting. Not a good marksman due to his inexperience/fear of possible harm to innocent bystanders and largely abhors guns in general. [b]Resources[/b]: Large but not obscene to Bruce Wayne/Tony Stark/Danny Rand levels. Family was wealthy as father was banking high-up and left with vast inheritance. Rents numerous places in Lost Haven as “safe houses”, this allows/results in him living in a number of places and not really considering anywhere in this new city home. [b]Equipment[/b]: Nightsticks (previously jimmy-sticks), grappling hook gun/bolt gun (which he carries both piercing bolts and “concussion” dulled-head bolts), “flash-bang” grenades, balaklava, $500 in cash, spare cable/hooks, duct tape. Will occasionally carry light pack with other ordnance/equipment. At this point his equipment largely comes from a single ally (former Colonel “Gunny” Bracken) and what he has taken from criminals. [b]Weaknesses[/b]: Poor marksman, but doesn’t really use firearms anyway. Is very intelligent, but needs it focused to be applicable. Quite (extremely) socially maladjusted; too frequently speaks his mind. Is only human in a world of superhumans. Inability to feel pain results in more serious injuries since he pushes his body to further and further extremes. A non-conductivity to magic. This swings both positive and negative. Magical allies can not heal him, he can not transport via portals, etc. Likewise swinging both ways is his “Luck”, whilst the universe seems attuned to provide a suitable “fit” for Isaac, life does seem to drag him in all kinds of outrageously ridiculous directions. Directions he’d often rather not take or have to deal with. [b]What can you bring to the RPG[/b]: The same thing I bring every season, Pinky...