Name: Fred Enado Alias: Electronica Age: 45 [hider=POWERS] Powers: Electric Force Fields are the materialized weapon and defense signatures that Fred has. He experienced his ability to create force fields when he was a teenager. They are the direct result of the energy bleeding through him. The more he moves, the more power he generates. This makes his power substantial, and ever-increasing. The energy fields he uses serve in two parts: one, to defend, and then to attack. His sheild has shook off as much as 500 pounds, but in the same turn, Fred attached a considerable amount of energy into his fist and slammed it hard into a man's face. The man was killed. He was reprimanded, but placed on house arrest with supervision. He rested for a time. The science guys defined two co-existing applications Fred could control. One was Particle Acceleration, meaning he could form objects big enough to stun or knock out someone. The other is Super Speed, which allows any one with the power to move from place to place at unheard of extreme speeds. [/hider] [hider=WEAKNESSES] Weaknesses: Enemies come and go. Fred did a lot of public street work, but if someone with a similar power who was stronger got into a fight that could be one damn good scrap. And, trying to work out life as a superhero power would make him angry, weak, sad. Then, of course, there's gods and titans and all those people. Yay for Hex! [/hider] [hider=APPEARANCE] Appearance: Time was good to Fred. He did not have aged skin spots or wear prescription glasses. First, he deploys his hard knock attitude and ran through the forestry that surrounded his neighborhood. He started that at 10am and returned home twenty or thirty minutes after he come out from the woods. He accomplishes five hundred push-ups and eight hundred sit ups three times a week. It puts him in complete control of his body. His reflexes, his strength, everything to do with the receptors in his managing how many muscles he moved at once, and the description of how fast and accurate his hand and eye coordinate. His blue eyes looked sharp, but he receives growth hormone therapy at a hair stylist. It had been red, but now it looked brown. He combed it back every morning after his shower, and then he ate breakfast. You could guess that his breakfast is quite hefty considering his physical peak. He likes to wear blue jeans and ball caps. His pant size is a measured 38, with a length of 30". Thanks to his bank account for being a superhero his jackets and ball caps are made out of leather or the best material you may find, and these objects of desire are available in individual selection. His shoes are either Nike, and genuine leather products merchandised by Gucci or Prada. It's the comfort of his feet inside of the shoe. It isn't for profile points. Admittedly, teenagers and young adults have swore a compliment to him, but he tries to stay under the radar as much as he can. [/hider] [hider=EQUIPMENT] Equipment: Fred has a variety of suits that have all the same functions but are deployed differently. One suit was his first, the foundation that Hex designed for him, contains knee and elbow pads that net electricity and hold them for two or three minutes, then release and catch another wad of electricity. Another suit employed thermal electric directing. The knee and elbow and neck core cache remained the same in all of his costumes. The suit in hand could warm up his body by him activating sensors in one of his gloves. He typed in what he needed to be heated up, and moved onward. One suit, and the worst idea that he ever let an electrical engineer do for him, was that he was going to feel a double amount of energy inside of the suit. He could cut it on and off with a button on his shoulder. So, he pressed the button, felt like he was on drugs, electrocuted himself into convulsions, and got up and beat up the engineer. Basically, all of his suits do the same thing: stabilize electricity so he can use it to manage his life. [/hider] [hider=ORIGIN] Origin: An argument with his parents is when Frederick demonstrated his power to create electric force fields. They had found a pack of cigarettes that smelled like marijuana. There were a few cigarettes, but no physical evidence of an illegal drug. His mom was digging into his pockets to throw his clothes in the laundry when she found the suspicious box of smokes. He denied it like hell, but his dad was as irate as he was cornered. When his father followed him up the stairs, Fred fell down on top of the stairs. But when his dad was getting ready to sock him, a strange, solid electric square-shaped panel stopped his angry parent in his track. His parents were recommended to let a licensed counselor talk with him after school, or during school using one of their social workers. The principal went on to say that an independent therapist would probably be best. Then, there was the concern that Fred would suffer some type of humiliation or some type of outcry could happen if he ever used his "force fields" in the high school institution. He never had. But, he had to lie and state that he could control it. And, the law stated that no one could be mistreated, hired, or pursue life and liberty due to ethnicity, creed, handicap, etc. In high school there was very few incidents. In fact, Fred nailed a few dates with a cheerleader after he acted out in front of everybody and rotated two small energy fields he emplaced in his palms then moved from left to right to left. Little did he know, he was beginning to absorb energy externally. He started getting an odd feeling that made him feel "shocked." A therapist said from his description that he should exercise, draw or paint, or even play video games to keep himself from the awkward sensation. Nevertheless, the awkward feelings he had recurred and become aggravating jolts of electricity that he did not know how to cure. As they got worse, his musculoskeletal system afflicted him to the point that he had convulsions. After several emergency department visits, doctors, and law enforcement intervention that left him confined to an institution dealing with people who had extraordinary traits. Before he was being committed to the institution called Fort Pine, or "The Pines," he was promised that what was going to happen would be that biomedical engineers, physicists, and doctors would be there to help him control his electrical pulses. Once they finished, he would be released under certain conditions dictated by his team of helpers. And, while he was enrolled, there would be visits into the community where he could eat at a steak house, shop, see a movie, anything he wanted. All of it made him feel easy. In the first two weeks, he was given tests of strength, balance, and exercise and strength. He did okay, as far as he knew. There was also medications like lithium and anticonvulsants. The medicines were given a week to enter his blood and be fed into his blood stream once a safe dependence was established. The next phase was electroconvulsive therapy. They wanted to see if he could absorb electricity on a maximum scale, so they administered drugs that would sedate him, but leave him conscious. And, he could. The next month become exhausted. Medicine, trials, ECT. It was time to go. He started complaining about many things and throwing tantrums, so they issued a few restrictions that included medicine checks and disallowing outdoor privileges. His one week long restriction wasn't all that bad. He discovered that the best way would be the well planned and direct way. So, after he watched the same people come and go every single time, he moved and launched himself over the twelve foot steel fence and thieved a CNA's middle-aged car and slammed the pedal back into the real world. This was going to be tricky. What he did resulted in a state wide emergency alert, but the cops had to be careful because they could get electrocuted and there could be civilians wound up in the fray. Specifically, a jail inmate escaped after killing one deputy and hijacking an old car. The inmate, whose name was fictitious, whose real name was Fred, was armed and dangerous and should not be approached. He heard this on the radio, and panicked and as much as he did not want to take it to that level, he thought he would encounter a situation that would endanger everybody's life. That's when he met Hex. Hex wanted to meet Fred because the young man endured so much. Hex had visited the institution to see a friend, and noticed Fred and spoke. The two liked each other, and shook hands departing. While he was soaring down the road Fred swung into a high-cost gas station to steal some clothes and food. On his way out, he ran his automobile directly into Hex's. The two would laugh about it later. On the road to a hideout, Hex explained the long term effects of becoming a super. Family loss, life threatening, running away, hunting, police, too much to handle. In the time and age, superheroes were not heard of. Fred was in quite a spot. He knew his parents would recommit him. The police wanted him imprisoned. Even people walking down the street wanted to turn him in for money. He did it with a tear in his eye, but he agreed. They arrived after driving down four different dirt roads, all in loops, all surrounded by trees and bushes. Hex had shut off the car lights. It was a maze, so Fred wasn't going to be the one to give up the spot. Hex and him spoke deeply before they were home. Hex stayed orderly and strategic the whole time going there, promising him he would help him more than anyone else had, and that it would be permanently. It was knee and elbow pads. A helmet? Kind-of, sort of. Hex called it a head guard. The first thing Hex did for Fred was give him a pill, which got him high. What the pill did was target certain passageways between the heart and the spine. This introduced the logic that the soon to be super's body was in shape, suffered some bone wounds, and had non-threatening irregular heartbeats, and was also underweight and had mutation in a little sum of muscle tissue in the heart. It was regular as regular could be. After administering physiological tests, Hex didn't find any thing out of the ordinary. Fred did still have some depression in his heart, but it was improving and when the masked teacher looked over his notes, he considered things and determined they would go live. First, he wanted him to practice on their steel pole for an hour or two, and then Hex was going to open up the mission world to Fred. First the young man who was on his way to becoming a superhero grabbed his elbow pads and placed one on each elbow. The pad was not big, you could say it shaped like six eggs with a yoke in the middle. This is where the majority of his used power incepted from. After he buckled the Velcro metal strap on his elbows, he did the same thing with his with knees. Then, he locked a ring around his neck. The ring was unstable, but it was good enough to be able to span an electric field down Fred's body that would defend against hits and simply jump on somebody and stomp them. This was Hex's gift to Fred. This was the "face guard." They were driving into the city. Fred had to earn his bones. The mission was to find some gangsters and take them down. They're rolling through Next Pine St. when they saw a brawl that had spilled out of a bar. There was two guys putting one in the dirt, with a drunken crowd rallying them on. Hex stopped in the street. He told "Electronica" to remember his training, and then he leaped out of the car and went to town. Hex got out of the car, opened the trunk, and picked up a bag with a few things and tossed them towards where the fight was. In a flash Electronica crashed into the back of one of the guys fighting and they toppled over the other guy, and then he weighted down his boot on top of the guy who fell down beside the one that got a foot in his ass. He spoke to every one, and one of the girls flashed him, and he nodded and turned around. There was an army bag on the side of the street and Hex was no where to be found. His smart phone was back at the spot, where he was told to leave it. But, he demanded someone allow him to use the phone and he called to receive an automated message stating that the number was disconnected. He tried an emergency communication, and it was the same. And there he stood. On the side of street. He kicked the bag, cussed at civilians, and then toned it down. He couldn't believe what had happened then. Looking back, he understood Hex to be twisted, sane, and beautiful. The times they shared drunk, and training. The people he introduced him to. The shopping sprees at the home improvement stores. Now, this? It was insane. The things the veteran superhero left him were things like communications stuff, non-lethal rifle bullets, money and travel vouchers, deeds and insurance policies, but best of all... he left him a new suit, something out of a dream. The safety pads that belonged to a hockey player were now microscopic. The yoke was a round, black circle that tipped at the top of the knee and linked to overlapping white lines . The rest of his gear was the same. It was premiere. The coolest thing was that when the suit was activated all of the basic electric cores glowed a silver light. And that's how it began. That's how Fred Enado began. On the corner of the street with plane tickets, the keys to a utility van, and $100,000. His last mission was when he was 36. It was a bank robbery where he got shot. He didn't stop the bad guys, and he almost ruined his identity. That was ten years ago. Now, he was retired and lived in his hometown called Cedar Pines. [/hider] [hider=PERSONALITY] Personality: Fred has seen his share of ups and downs, backstabbing and indivisible alliances. A lot of times, he has been in the middle of a lot of drama that he wishes had never happened. People try to figure love, but hate and dishonor catch on fast. He was a published author on these things, with several ghost writers and a Ph.D. earned psychologist helping him. He wrote: "I have lived an incredible life. You cannot second guess me, because I will not be underestimated. I am strong. I carry people on my back that one hundred percent of existence cannot. I defile false idols, spit at science fiction anarchists come to life, and kick your husband's ass if I catch him doing anything bad besides the bad he would do to you. That's personal." Fred stays out of the way these days. He drinks some alcohol, but the electrons usually cure his alcoholism. He takes time to stay in shape. When he feels humble, he sits at the park and plays chess with the young and old people alike. No one knows who he is. He's a middle-aged guy who likes to stay in shape and goes through a six pack every day. Basically, he's turned to the middle. He has his humble side, and the desire side. He desires women, and fighting, and jumping across buildings chasing villains. He keeps all of his unnecessary "cold pepperoni pizza" stuff out of his life. If you ask him, he's "OK." Relationship with Hex: Hex was the guiding life of a scared, introverted young man with extreme killing power at the touch of his hand. Hex taught Electronica everything, and gave him everything. When Hex split like he did, the new superhero was outraged, and some where deep inside he felt an esteem that made him think Hex knew he would be great at what he did. Addison's signal would communicate to a small communications link installed in the wall beside a picture of three dogs playing cards that hangs in his master bedroom, where he sleeps. It makes an operating sound, and then follows up with a series of old-timey beeps every three minutes. [/hider] [b]Some facts[/b] He prefers light beer His Electro custom suit was his best He invented Lit Up shoes He doesn't skip exercise He likes simple detective books