[center][img] https://i.imgur.com/pzWrnNW.png?1 [/img][/center] [b]Character you have created:[/b] Isaac Fontaine [b]Alias:[/b] Vigilante [b]Speech Color:[/b] [b]Bold standard text[/b] [b]Character Alignment:[/b] Hero [b]Identity:[/b] Secret. Maintained by a level of what could only be described as extreme paranoia. [b]Character Personality[/b]: [hider=Personality] 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. [/hider] [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] [hider=Origin Details] 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. [/hider] [b]Season 1 Summary:[/b] [hider=Season One] 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 leader Doctor Diplodoc talking with a mysterious unknown old man with a hat and glasses. [/hider] [b]Season 2 Summary:[/b] [hider=Season Two] [/hider] [b]Hero Type:[/b] Muscle - Brawler/Thinker [b]Power Level:[/b] A. Street Level – But is capable of functioning on a B. City Level [b]Powers:[/b] [hider=Powers] Technically non-powered human. That said… 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. [/hider] [b]Attributes:[/b] [hider=Attributes] [i]Height[/i]: 5’ 11’’ and a half - Just barely over 6' feet with shoes on. [i]Weight[/i]: Was an amateur welterweight boxer in another world (which would have him around 145 pounds), but has put on natural weight to enable him to street fight with Terrarian thugs. Presently 180 pounds (80 kg) [i]Strength[/i]: Relatively strong human – but still human. One of the strongest pound-for-pound human punchers in the world. Pain is no factor which can push him beyond some regular human thresholds. [i]Mobility[/i]: Quicker over a few metres, rather than true straight-line track speed. Very agile for a regular human. Can throw himself around with reckless abandon due to inability to feel pain. Likewise, he’s faster over middle distances than most because that inability to feel pain means he doesn’t get as affected by the lactic acid burn – meaning he’ll maintain a sprint longer than most. In short, if he’s chasing a criminal down an alley he’s likely to catch them more because he’s relentless than because he’s lightning quick. [i]Intelligence[/i]: Borderline genius by regular human terms. But it’s more based around his lifestyle. Is he likely to win jeopardy? No. Can he read a crime scene, strategize, or read a suspect well enough to know exactly how to draw answers out in interrogation? Yes. [i]Fighting Skill[/i]: Self trained, with heavy influence from boxing experience. 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. [i]Resources[/i]: 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. [i]Equipment[/i] 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. [/hider] [b]Weaknesses:[/b] Poor marksman, but doesn’t really use firearms anyway – mainly affects use of grapple-gun. 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]Supporting Characters:[/b] [b]Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?:[/b] [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]Sample Post:[/b] [hider=Vigilante] A figure dressed in black burst through the closet door, checking the colour of the paintwork to get his orientation. Isaac had been going all night. First, he made sure he lost any tail he may have picked up in case someone had eyes on the Hub. He’d gone through multiple parking garages, ditched his car, and used a ride share service after racing through a mall. He’d arranged to have himself dropped off five blocks from a spare car he kept in long term storage – just enough to ascertain he hadn’t picked up a secondary tail. He checked behind him, he checked the skies for helicopters or drones, and he kept his head down and away from shopfront security cameras. He’d used a fake ID in the Hub, so he knew that trail was covered. He drove to one of his safehouses and used the teleportation device, to send himself first back to Cooktown, Terraria where he got changed into his Vigilante gear, before he then went back to another random Lost Haven safehouse. He was meticulously careful. He had to be. He knew he left a connection between two lives, and now he had to scrub it clean. Now confident he’d shaken any would-be followers, he began to take other measures to ensure the security of his identity and the private life of the one who called himself Icon. Using Hack-tools he’d obtained from the White Rabbit he confirmed that the security cameras from the Hub had not been cloned. At least not yet. This was good. It meant that unless this group kept eyes on the Hub for HUMINT it was fairly safe to say that he was in the clear altogether. Of course that wouldn’t mean he was all in the clear. If they do just maintain a presence and eyes on the venue, they could just photograph him as a person of interest for communicating with their target and plan to follow up on him later. He would come up with a cover story if approached… but ditching the car would add attention and draw greater scrutiny if that were the case. Questions upon questions. Contingency upon contingency. With cover stories to suit. An identity protected by a meticulously sculpted group of lies. All designed to reflect a designed façade when scrutinized from any angle. He considered Icon’s home. Should he make a pass? Check there weren’t eyes on that? Then he second-guessed the thought which came from instinct. [I]No. He’d been uncomfortable enough with approaching him at his place of business. The last thing he’s going to want to see is that you know where he lives. How do you explain that if he spots you? Even if you are just checking nobody’s staking out his home.[/I] [I]Besides… How much of this is really about doing him a favour, and how much is just digging into how likely anyone could actually get a bead on you? Typical self-interest and obsessive self-preservation.[/I] The sun was starting to show its face, so he made a spontaneous decision and decided to make another pass by Gunny’s house. He’d clearly shaken up the man earlier. Might as well put the old man’s mind at ease. He grabbed his gear bag and jumped in the car. He drove out to the old Colonel’s suburban home and waited on his front lawn. Standing in front of a tree, to obscure sight of him from the street and neighbours. As the sun rose he saw the house become animated. Lights go on in windows upstairs, before off again, leading to lights going on downstairs. Presumably the inhabitants going from waking up, and getting dressed, before making their way downstairs for breakfast and to greet the day. Eventually the front door opened as the old man shuffled out for the morning paper with his glasses on, presumably before having his morning coffee. The Vigilante waved a half salute from the tree he was leaning on. The old man quickly startled by his presence. He wasn’t supposed to be here. And certainly not in the light of day. “The Hell are you doing here?” The old Colonel growled. “That’s twice in hours.” [b]“Hmm. Thought I’d put your mind at ease after last night. You seemed concerned.”[/b] “And you seemed anxious.” He replied sharply. “When violent people I give weapons to seem anxious, I seem concerned.” The man in black chuckled. [b]“We’ll try this again… Do you recognize the man in the photograph?”[/b] He handed over the now more wrinkled-from-handling photograph over to older man, who took it, made a passing glance and handed it back. “I told you last night. It’s too blurry.” The Vigilante nodded, and smiled a wry grin. [b]“Yeah. I know. But you weren’t wearing your glasses last night, so that’s what I thought the issue was, but it wasn’t until later that I realized…”[/b] “I’m near-sighted.” [b]“You’re near-sighted.”[/b] They both said at once. [b]“You used prescription shooting glasses at the range. You never needed them for reading or looking at something like a photograph up close.”[/b] The older man just shrugged. “So what’s your point?” [b]“The point is, you helped me more than either of us first thought. I just wasn’t paying attention close enough at the time.”[/b] “So you’ve got him? The guy in the photo? You know who it is?” A wry grin widened through the balaklava. [b]“No. But I’ve got a direction. And that’s all I’ve ever needed.”[/b] He walked back towards the street, before turning back to the old man who had now finally retrieved his morning paper. [b]“Just thought you deserved to know. 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