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Malcolm 'Mal' Summerhold
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Blue Paladin 9
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- Genius Level Intellect – Mal will announce at every available opportunity that he has an intellect so advanced that modern IQ tests can't accurately identify his intelligence level. He has figuratively broken the mould. A prodigy in the fields of theoretical and experimental physics, he has also picked up his uncles affinity for engineering. You could count the number of people able to keep up with Mal's mental processes on one hand.
- Paladin Class Warframe Armour – An entirely experimental prototype armour, developed by Summerhold Armaments engineering, financed by a coalition of western governments, using reverse engineered terrestrial and alien technology as it's basis. The armour is psionically, genetically and bio-metrically linked to Mal, meaning no one but he can use it. The armour provides Mal with the strength, power, speed, and endurance to go toe-to-toe with Superman level threats. Instead of traditional CPU and VI elemants the Paladin Warframe makes use of a scavenged Father Box, a small Apokoliptian super-computer. It also contains several armaments including, but not limited to.
- Forcefield Generation
- Self Contained Enviroment
- Hardlight Melee Weaponry
- Concussive Energy Blasts
- Rocket Propelled Flight
- High-Yield Explosive Missiles
- Hush Tube teleportation
- Combat Stimulant Cocktail - Having advanced armour doesn't mean one is qualified to start fighting the likes of Darkseid, Reverse-Flash, or Brainiac. After all, theses creatures fight and react at much higher levels than any human could ever hope to aspire to naturally. To combat this Summerhold Armaments developed a highly potent 'cocktail', designed to increase the imbibers senses, speed and reactions to superhuman levels. Based on the Miraclo formula, each dosage lasts about eight hours, after which the user must endure an uncomfortable detox period. it also eases user neural interface with the Warframe.
- Wealth - Mal comes from a wealthy family, Summerhold Armaments once being a billion dollar company, though they have recently fallen on hard times. Still, as the saying goes 'a broke billionaire is still a millionaire.'
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- No real combat experience. He's only started his hero career recently.
- Combat stims have a time limit. Once he's gone over them his effectiveness in the Warframe will be compromised.
- A lot the technology in the Paladin Warframe is alien in origin, and it's safe to say that the Summerhold's don't quite understand what they're dealing with. The Father Box in particular has the potential to be very dangerous if they're not careful with it.
- They have yet to find a truly suitable power source for the suit. They have incorporated Kryptonian solar absorption cells, and the Father Box does allow a degree of passive energy absorption and re-distrubution, but at the moment these are both 'soft' energy replenishment utilities. For 'hard' energy supply Mal currently uses an energy cell derived from Promethium, which would usually be more than enough. However due to the tremendous energy draw from the suits main functions he runs a very real risk of depleting his power supplies during a longer battle.
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Sometimes in science, as in life, you just have to roll the dice. Take the plunge. Strike the drum. That's why Malcolm Summerhold was booting up the Paladin Class Warframe IX for the very first time, when his elders, and supposed betters, insisted that the armor should be left inactive. They claimed there was too many unknowns with the technology, too many anomalies in the software, too many alien variables, to declare the Paladin ready for a live fire test at this stage.
That's what they claimed anyway, but Mal knew the truth. They were afraid, afraid to take that last step, a step that would plunge them into a great unknown. But they had to, because the path to true greatness lead through the unknown. Mal knew this, but they would not listen to his arguments, so stubborn they were to keep their faces thrust firmly in the dirt. Well he would take the decision out of their hands, and then they would see. Then they would thank him!
The armory was still in a dim gloom, no one being around at this time of night. There was some visibility though, supplied by the blinking status lights on the monitor, more than enough for Mal to see by. He'd spent so many hours in this workshop that he could have traversed it in the dark anyway. He strode to the centre of the circular room, knowing time was against him now. He would have flashed up on the security systems by now. He hadn't bothered disabling them, knowing he could easily do what he had to in the time it took his father and uncle to rush to the lab. Just meant the Paladin would have an audience for it's first test run. Historic moments like this needed witnesses.
“Paladin Class Warframe IX initialisation startup. Startup code INV-641-I810F. User Malcolm Summerhold. Password blue skittles.” As soon as his voice rang out a halo of light burst into life in the centre of the room. The floor tiles slid apart, revealing a cylinder of revolving shining steel, five feet in diameter. The cylinder slowly corkscrewed into the air, until it stood over eight feet tall.
“User retinal and palm scan required.” A robotic, faintly female voice sounded. Mal input the relevant information, anticipation building. The cylinder began to break apart, unfolding like a butterfly's wings to reveal it's precious cargo, the greatest feat of human engineering of all time.
The Paladin.
Mal allowed himself a moment to admire it's splendour, the lights dancing upon it's shining silver breastplate, running his eyes along the subtle curves, as soft and proactive as a woman's. Fashioned to resemble a knights armor, it was as close to it's inspiration as a Lamborghini was to a horse drawn cart. Finished in gold trim, it was an eye catching piece, possesed of a cold beauty that none could deny. Mal still couldn't believe that his uncle didn't think it was ready. It was going going to change the future.
Mal didn't know how right he was.
That's what they claimed anyway, but Mal knew the truth. They were afraid, afraid to take that last step, a step that would plunge them into a great unknown. But they had to, because the path to true greatness lead through the unknown. Mal knew this, but they would not listen to his arguments, so stubborn they were to keep their faces thrust firmly in the dirt. Well he would take the decision out of their hands, and then they would see. Then they would thank him!
The armory was still in a dim gloom, no one being around at this time of night. There was some visibility though, supplied by the blinking status lights on the monitor, more than enough for Mal to see by. He'd spent so many hours in this workshop that he could have traversed it in the dark anyway. He strode to the centre of the circular room, knowing time was against him now. He would have flashed up on the security systems by now. He hadn't bothered disabling them, knowing he could easily do what he had to in the time it took his father and uncle to rush to the lab. Just meant the Paladin would have an audience for it's first test run. Historic moments like this needed witnesses.
“Paladin Class Warframe IX initialisation startup. Startup code INV-641-I810F. User Malcolm Summerhold. Password blue skittles.” As soon as his voice rang out a halo of light burst into life in the centre of the room. The floor tiles slid apart, revealing a cylinder of revolving shining steel, five feet in diameter. The cylinder slowly corkscrewed into the air, until it stood over eight feet tall.
“User retinal and palm scan required.” A robotic, faintly female voice sounded. Mal input the relevant information, anticipation building. The cylinder began to break apart, unfolding like a butterfly's wings to reveal it's precious cargo, the greatest feat of human engineering of all time.
The Paladin.
Mal allowed himself a moment to admire it's splendour, the lights dancing upon it's shining silver breastplate, running his eyes along the subtle curves, as soft and proactive as a woman's. Fashioned to resemble a knights armor, it was as close to it's inspiration as a Lamborghini was to a horse drawn cart. Finished in gold trim, it was an eye catching piece, possesed of a cold beauty that none could deny. Mal still couldn't believe that his uncle didn't think it was ready. It was going going to change the future.
Mal didn't know how right he was.
| NOTES: |
-Ever since the initial bonding process that linked him to the Paladin Warframe he has been having recurring and troubling dreams, visions of a hellish, fire-ravaged world, and occasionally hearing a sibilant, nebulous voice. He tries not to sleep because of this.
-The stim cocktail is mildly addictive. The dosage is carefully measured for his body type and size.
-He has not made his heroic début as of yet.
-Is a practical joker, and enjoys annoying people, especially towards those he is fond of.
-The stim cocktail is mildly addictive. The dosage is carefully measured for his body type and size.
-He has not made his heroic début as of yet.
-Is a practical joker, and enjoys annoying people, especially towards those he is fond of.
Application for my secondary character.