Captain Uni

☣ F A L L O U T : Genesis [High-Casual] ☣

I am so fucking in. Expect a down on his luck bruiser.

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Cole Walker, alias Mr. Nil
King's Station, Bordering Ross Park
3:01 AM
Beating up criminals with Overclock (@Korkoa)

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Mr. Nil watched as the young man sprung forward and attacked one of the gang members. The ganger managed to raise his gun and fire just in time, though it missed the vigilante despite the two only being a few feet apart. 'Some kind of force field perhaps?' Nil thought to himself, though he didn't have time to think too much into it as he remembered the remaining two gangers.

Two gunshots went off as Mr. Nil dashed towards them, one missing though the other clipping his shoulder. The detective grunted in pain, voice modulator distorting it, though he continued his charge and rammed into one of the gangers. Quickly disarming him and smashing his nose in with the pistol, Mr. Nil quickly took aim at the remaining ganger and fired off a shot, hitting the man's gun hand and causing him to drop his pistol.

Nil tossed the pistol in his hands at the remaining ganger's head, the scum falling to the ground and clutching his face as he shouted in pain. "FUCK! YOU GOT ME RIGHT IN THE EYE! YOU PRICK!"

"Why tell me your problems?" Nil asked as he loomed over the man. "I've no pity for you and your kind, hustler." Kicking the man in the face and knocking him out, Nil turned to his ally as he withdrew some rope to tie up the men, "Nice work. Haven't seen you around. New to this?"

Local, Organic, Freerange Superheroes

Cole Walker, alias Mr. Nil
King's Station, Bordering Ross Park
3:00 AM
Interacting with Overclock (@Korkoa)

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Tonight's excursion had led Centerville's own masked madman to King's Station, having decided to head out again after a short break to eat. Normally, he never ventured this far from the Lower Southwest End, though tonight he felt a tug to the more desirable part of town (though, that's only when compared to the hellholes of the Lower Southwest and Southeast Ends). Rain beat down upon his head, drenching his coat and hat, but he continued on. In the distance, lightning struck.

Mr. Nil leaped from the rooftop onto a freight truck, jumping off and rolling with the fall. Continuing on the ground, he found himself standing near a convenience store, where he saw a young man in street clothes wearing a bandana wielding a staff, one of his arms a very clear prosthetic. Surrounding him were four unsavory gangbanger types, guns at the ready. "Hunh." Mr. Nil hummed slightly, sneaking towards the scene.

Withdrawing his grappling gun, the vigilante aimed at one of the undesirables. Slowly, he squeezed the trigger, the hook wrapping around the man's ankles and pulling him into the alley. He screamed, dragging his fingers along the ground in a hopeless attempt to escape. His screams were silenced moments after he was pulled into the alley.

The gangers shifted their focus from the man with the staff to the alley, as Mr. Nil stepped out. "Hrm. Three against two. Not fair. They need at least a dozen more." He said, approaching the younger man and staring at him with blank, yellow eyes. "Shall we?

Justice League Unlimited vol. 2

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The sight of the Canadian's homemade grub made Ted's mouth water though he resisted taking to much food as he had already eaten. With nobody directly talking to him, Ted started to dig in. This was quickly interrupted by the sudden crashing and bashing of the tower and it's inhabitants by the last Daughter of Krypton.

"Well what do ya know." Ted said under his breath as he was shocked by the sudden appearance of Solara.

Quickly, the Question jumped out of his seat and put some distance between himself and the crazed Kryptonian. He took note of her stance, most notable was that her legs were further apart and she walked with more confidence. "Hurm," the detective hummed, "I think she lost her virginity while she was gone. Pretty easy to tell." As per usual, the faceless man was dead serious with this theory, ridiculous as it sounded.

He needed to get to the monitor room, handle the defense systems. Without powers or Batman-esque gadgets, he would be useless in a physical fight with a Kryptonian. Dashing forward, the conspiracy theorist darted around various Leaguers in a dash to the monitor room.

"Burn." Solara stated coldly, before releasing a blast of heat vision at Scarlet Scarab. Thankfully, the hero's armor managed to protect him, and the laser was deflected off...

"ACK!"

... Only to hit the League's faceless investigator right in the knee!

The Question dropped to the floor, his jeans burnt right through and his knee scorched. In vain, he attempted to pull himself back up, only to collapse once more. Thankfully, through being deflected the laser lost some of its power and didn't manage to take his leg right off, but that didn't mean he wasn't thoroughly fucked without some assistance.

Growling at the infuriating resistance of these feeble primates, Solara wasted no more time, screaming and launching herself toward the downed Question with all intentions of turning him into a red paste with her superior Kryptonian strength. A demented smile making it's way across her face as she imagined ripping him limb-from-limb and the sounds of his screaming and cri-

"No." A very irate-looking Champion simply stated as he abruptly stepped between the raging Kryptonian and her prey holding his lovingly-crafted Oreo Cream Pie... which he aggressively slammed into her face with enough force to send her rocketing backwards down the hall and through a few walls.

Cracking his knuckles as he listened to the banging of Solara's body tearing through the tower for that moment he knew it would stop and she'd come roaring right back at him, the Lion's head snapped towards Scarlet Scarab, veins pulsing in his temples to show that he wasn't exactly pleased to see the meal he'd spent an hour or two making go to waste because of some crazy, super-powered alien having a crazy, super-powered temper tantrum.

"Ted. Get Q outta here." He spoke, unusually calm and measured, but with an uncharacteristic terseness. "Now."

Sure, Ted was technically his boss, and Champ rarely (in fact, up to this point, never) spoke to him like that but... well...

On the one hand, Vic needed help. And Duncan was gonna have his hands busy very soon.

On the other, he was absolutely livid and was beyond giving a boiling shit about who was in charge at this point.

Lizard was not a happy player at this moment - she had just eagerly gotten to eating Champion' cooking, when somebody just had to ruin it. While she didn't care or not, if they were hero or villain, nobody interrupted a girl' eating moment.

While she was surprised at seeing Solara back and running - the notion that indicated that she was a 'bit' unhinged made engagement with her a bit more bearable for Lizard. As such, she almost cringed when that Pie was sacrificed for the greater good.

"Uhhh. I never got to eat it," she replied, in a rather down mood, seeing it used to slam Solara several walls away. "Okay then. It seems we have to get ugly here."

Namely she stood by next to Champion, namely she got tank some shots better than the others - and next to Champion was the toughest member in terms of strength. "Okay then. Champs, how do you wanna play this? Shall I hit her weak points, while you just hammer whenever she keeps on coming in?" asked Lizard, taking a stance next to Champion. "Also, what do you think we could use here to reflect her heat-vision - that will be quite a pain to deal with, once she starts zapping us with it."

Ted was more than a little unnerved by Duncan's directions due to the alien nature of the action but Ted knew that Duncan was right about needing to get Vic out of there. "Good luck Champ." Ted told Duncan as he dashed for Q'd side, helping him to his feet.

"Sitting on the job Q? You're gonna get kicked off the league for that." Ted joked as he hustled his friend towards the monitor room. However, before leaving the room Ted heard Jessica mention something about reflection to which Ted quickly stopped, unfastened his chest piece and tossed it to the duo.

"Don't keep that thing on your bare skin to long and try not to scratch it up too bad!" Ted yelled back as he quickly helped his crippled friend out of the room.

The Question grunted as Ted picked him up, Question swinging his arm around his friend's shoulder to prop himself up. He chuckled slightly at Ted's quip, "Please. You're too drawn to my eccentric charm to kick me out." Before long the two were away from the fight in the cafeteria, walking down the hall to the monitor room.

"Heh. This is just like that time back in Hub, y'know, when we went up against that crazy guy that called himself the Banshee? Bastard damn near broke my leg, and you had to haul me out of there..." Question reminisced absent-mindedly, trying to keep his mind off the fact that, more than likely, his leg would be screwed for life.

As the doors to the monitor room opened, Question allowed Ted to place him in the chair, activating the defense system. "Hunh... I'll send some security bots down there, maybe get some training bots to act as distractions... Hopefully we kept the Superman setting in there."

Hᴀʀᴠᴇsᴛ Mᴏᴏɴ: A Nᴇᴡ Yᴇᴀʀ

A few days sounds like a good amount of time for the timeskip.

Also, gonna try to post in the coming days.

Local, Organic, Freerange Superheroes

Cole Walker, alias Mr. Nil
Location: Mr. Nil's Bunker, Lower Southwest End
Time: 2:49 AM
Currently in the process of researching for a theory.

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Among the many derelict buildings in Centerville's Lower Southwest End, there was a specialized bunker. It was painstakingly crafted during the 1950s when fears of nuclear Armageddon were high, in order to house around fifty people for at least ten years. It was stocked with non-perishable cans of food, a water dispenser, and bare, spartan bedrooms. However, after the Cold War was over it was abandoned, still stocked with all of its essentials, and left to rot.

That was, until seven years ago, when the vigilante known as Mr. Nil made it his home. Making it into a utilitarian outpost, it was stocked with bulletin board after bulletin board of tacked on notes for various conspiracies, a 'monitor room' with multiple computer screens all synced into various cameras around the city, and the pièce de résistance, the research center. Stationed in Mr. Nil's bedroom, all it contained was his bed, a desk, and his laptop. To most it would appear that it was just the bedroom of someone who can't afford nice things, but no, in this room a lot goes on.

Currently, the conspiracy theorist was typing away on his laptop, a bulky, beat up thing running Windows XP. His mask was set off to the side, Cole's bloodshot blue eyes staring intently at the screen as gloved fingers danced across the keyboard. Delving deep within the vast place known as the internet, the fedora enthusiast would be pleased to find a wealth of knowledge on this theory. An article proposing it here, a leaked image here, it was all falling right into place.

Soon, the world would know.

Soon, they would know the truth about the crop circles.

Soon, they would know that the GIRL SCOUTS WERE BEHIND THEM ALL ALONG!

"Breathe... Breathe... Don't get too excited." The ex-military man muttered to himself, slowing his racing heart. He always got a little... Hyperactive when thinking about his theories. Perhaps it would be best to just relax for the night, let off some steam.

Cole nodded to himself. Letting off some steam sounded good.

With a sigh, he grabbed his helmet and slid it on.

Cole closed his eyes.

Mr. Nil opened them.

Setting off from the bunker, the man walked through the city streets with hands in pockets, searching for crime. This being the southwest end, of course there was crime, and he didn't have to wander too long to find it. Not even a street away from his lair he heard a scream emanating from a nearby alleyway, that of a woman. Probably a rape, maybe a mugging, or both.

The moon cast his long shadow through the alley way, and glinted off the steel blade held to the young woman's throat. Mr. Nil walked forward slowly, confidently, grabbing the lid off of a garbage can. The burglar turned, finally noticing the masked man, and his eyes widened. Before he had a chance to react, the lid was thrown like a frisbee at him, nailing him in the nose and causing him to fall backwards. The woman ran, still screaming, and Mr. Nil knelt down beside the man.

"Criminal scum," his mask included a voice modulator, deepening it to an unnatural quality, "you are too weak to see the light. You are compromised, corrupted. Failure as a human being." The masked man raised a fist, bringing it down hard on the man's face, knocking him out cold. The vigilante hogtied him, leaving behind his black and white calling card before going to a phone booth to get the police to the location to haul the man off. They wouldn't find him on their own here, barely any cops venture into the lower southwest end.

Not long after the vigilante made his way back home, content that he had let off some steam. He made his way into the food storage, a seemingly endless stock of canned corn, green beans, baked beans, peas, and yams. Grabbing a can of baked beans, Nil removed his mask and became Cole, opening up the can with his pocket knife and grabbing a fork to dig in. Taking a seat in his room, he ate, staring intently at his computer screen.

'I'm gonna get those damn girl scouts,' he thought to himself, 'their lies will be exposed.'

*Raunch* *Raunch* *Raunch*

'... Damn these are good beans.'

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Mister Nil

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Mister Nil

Birth Name (Edit): Unknown.
Other Alias(es) (Edit): The Inquisitor, the Trenchcoat, Metal-Head.
Age (Edit): Believed to be mid-to-late thirties.
Gender (Edit): Believed to be male.
Status (Edit): Currently Active, approx. 7 years experience.
Notable Affiliations (Edit): None that is known of at the moment.

Appearance (Edit)

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Unlike most heroes listed in VigilanteWatch's database, a VigilanteWatch user has managed to catch a high quality picture of Mr. Nil on camera, using one of many hidden cameras he has set up throughout the city in order to get footage of vigilantes. This is Mr. Nil, moments before smashing the camera's lenses, presumably so it could film him no longer. Most notable is the metal mask he wears, which covers his whole head and has yellow eye holes. Some people theorize he may be a robot because of this. His costume seems to hearken back to detectives of film noir, with a tan trenchcoat, a similarly tan fedora with a red stripe, a black suit with white shirt and red tie, white gloves, and black loafers. Estimates place him anywhere from 6'3 to 6'5, and his muscular body build indicates he weighs anywhere from 185 to 215 pounds.

Powers And/Or Abilities (Edit)

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N/A. Mr. Nil lacks any powers, being a pure-blooded human. However, his fight with the Coroner demonstrated that he is skilled in hand-to-hand combat, if not in martial arts then at least in street fighting. Security footage from various buildings he has infiltrated demonstrate a high degree of stealth as well as investigative knowledge; it is nigh impossible to spot Mr. Nil when he is on camera sneaking around, and when he steps out of the shadows to investigate he is thorough in his methods, leaving not a nook or cranny unchecked. In addition to this, he has a seemingly home made grappling gun (computer generated composite sketch) which he uses to traverse the cityscape.

History (Edit)

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(The following information has been verified by multiple sources and has been approved by moderators. If any verified information is missing and you wish to help add to this article, contact user Master_Blaster, the author of this page.)

The first sighting of Mr. Nil was seven years ago, when a custodian at a chemical plant within Centerville was founded bound and gagged in the custodial closet. He told the workers that found him that he was tied up by a man in a trenchcoat and fedora wearing a metal mask, who then went further into the facility. That same night, information regarding the plant's numerous illegal activities, including dumping chemicals into the water supply, was leaked onto the internet and the plant was subsequently shut down. In recent years, this has been attributed to Mr. Nil.

The next six years were spent with similar sightings, a man in a trenchcoat and fedora slipping into facilities owned by or closely affiliated with the government; leaving a witness or being captured by a security camera every so often. Calling cards were also found next to tied up people in the streets, written on them were explanations that the tied up person(s) was a criminal and signed 'Mr. Nil'. A select few believed that this 'Mr. Nil' was a group of people and not one person, or in fact all just part of a hoax. Multiple nicknames for this vigilante emerged aside from his alias, the most common being 'the Inquisitor', 'the Trenchcoat', or, as an inside joke among VigilanteWatch forumgoers, 'Metal-Head'.

However, a year ago the theory that Mr. Nil was a hoax was canned, as the vigilante stepped out into the open during daylight hours for the first time. A man armed to the teeth calling himself 'the Coroner' began to shoot up a local mall in Centerville, but was thwarted by Nil, who proceeded to tie him up and leave his calling card in full view of witnesses. So far, this has been the first and only time the vigilante was seen during the daytime.

Notes and Information for GM/Nosy People

Mr. Nil is, or rather was, Captain Cole Walker, who was part of a black ops team for the government. After the team had served their purpose, they were taken care of, killed via a car bomb while driving through the desert outside of the base they were stationed at in their off time. Officially, they are listed as KIAs, and there is no doubt that the team was eliminated.

Or at least that's what the government thinks. Against all odds, Walker managed to survive, although heavily scarred. Betrayed by the government he swore to serve, Walker's mind snapped. Managing to retrieve his helmet (which would later become his iconic mask) from the wreckage, Walker set out to the nearest city, which just so happened to be Centerville, and made his home there as a vigilante and conspiracy theorist. His sole goals now are to protect the innocent and expose the government's lies to the public.

Now that backstory is out of the way, time for notes:
Affiliation is hero, kinda; he follows his own moral code, which mostly lines up with that of a hero but on a more extreme scale. More about that below. Consider him an anti-hero of sorts.
Mr. Nil uses a calling card. It appears to be a business card of sorts; one side is pure black, the other is pure white, representing his views on morality.
Mr. Nil has been active for approximately seven years. Up until last year, most regarded him as an urban myth, at least until his fight with the Coroner.
Theme song.
And last but not least, Walker's code of honor which he holds to. Any contradictions can be excused by his less than stable sanity.

A is A.

1. The government is a sham. Don't believe what they say.
2. There is only good and evil, and evil must be punished. Good people can be compromised but saved if they are not fully corrupted, and those that are evil or fully corrupted by the forces of evil cannot be saved.
3. The innocent must be protected from those who seek to corrupt them. This means you must intervene when they are in trouble.
4. You are a creature of free will. Your fate is yours to decide, not for someone else to decide. Do not let anyone tell you how to live, they are surely compromised.
5. If you are a normal human, you should not wish for powers. You should be proud to be human. If you have powers, you should not think you are better. In the grand scheme of things, you are not important enough to warrant even a footnote in the textbooks.

Local, Organic, Freerange Superheroes

Now I can sleep.

Here's a Question/Mr. A/Rorschach analogue to add to the pile of heroes. Excuse any typos, grammar mistakes, and the overall lack of quality; been working on this for like four hours and I am extremely tired.

Mister Nil

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Vigilante Database>Centerville>Currently Active>Mister Nil

Mister Nil

Birth Name (Edit): Unknown.
Other Alias(es) (Edit): The Inquisitor, the Trenchcoat, Metal-Head.
Age (Edit): Believed to be mid-to-late thirties.
Gender (Edit): Believed to be male.
Notable Affiliations (Edit): None that is known of at the moment.

Appearance (Edit)

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Unlike most heroes listed in VigilanteWatch's database, a VigilanteWatch user has managed to catch a high quality picture of Mr. Nil on camera, using one of many hidden cameras he has set up throughout the city in order to get footage of vigilantes. This is Mr. Nil, moments before smashing the camera's lenses, presumably so it could film him no longer. His costume seems to hearken back to detectives of film noir, with a tan trenchcoat, a similarly tan fedora with a red stripe, a black suit with white shirt and red tie, white gloves, and black loafers. Estimates place him anywhere from 6'3 to 6'5, and his muscular body build indicates he weighs anywhere from 185 to 215 pounds.

Powers And/Or Abilities (Edit)

---

N/A. Mr. Nil lacks any powers, being a pure-blooded human. However, his fight with the Coroner demonstrated that he is skilled in hand-to-hand combat, if not in martial arts then at least in street fighting. Security footage from various buildings he has infiltrated demonstrate a high degree of stealth as well as investigative knowledge; it is nigh impossible to spot Mr. Nil when he is on camera sneaking around, and when he steps out of the shadows to investigate he is thorough in his methods, leaving not a nook or cranny unchecked. In addition to this, he has a seemingly home made grappling gun (computer generated composite sketch) which he uses to traverse the cityscape.

History (Edit)

---

(The following information has been verified by multiple sources and has been approved by moderators. If any verified information is missing and you wish to help add to this article, contact user Master_Blaster, the author of this page.)

The first sighting of Mr. Nil was seven years ago, when a custodian at a chemical plant within Centerville was founded bound and gagged in the custodial closet. He told the workers that found him that he was tied up by a man in a trenchcoat and fedora wearing a metal mask, who then went further into the facility. That same night, information regarding the plant's numerous illegal activities, including dumping chemicals into the water supply, was leaked onto the internet and the plant was subsequently shut down. In recent years, this has been attributed to Mr. Nil.

The next six years were spent with similar sightings, a man in a trenchcoat and fedora slipping into facilities owned by or closely affiliated with the government; leaving a witness or being captured by a security camera every so often. Calling cards were also found next to tied up people in the streets, written on them were explanations that the tied up person(s) was a criminal and signed 'Mr. Nil'. A select few believed that this 'Mr. Nil' was a group of people and not one person, or in fact all just part of a hoax. Multiple nicknames for this vigilante emerged aside from his alias, the most common being 'the Inquisitor', 'the Trenchcoat', or, as an inside joke among VigilanteWatch forumgoers, 'Metal-Head'.

However, a year ago the theory that Mr. Nil was a hoax was canned, as the vigilante stepped out into the open during daylight hours for the first time. A man armed to the teeth calling himself 'the Coroner' began to shoot up a local mall in Centerville, but was thwarted by Nil, who proceeded to tie him up and leave his calling card in full view of witnesses. So far, this has been the first and only time the vigilante was seen during the daytime.

Notes and Information for GM/Nosy People

Mr. Nil is, or rather was, Captain Cole Walker, who was part of a black ops team for the government. After the team had served their purpose, they were taken care of, killed via a car bomb while driving through the desert outside of the base they were stationed at in their off time. Officially, they are listed as KIAs, and there is no doubt that the team was eliminated.

Or at least that's what the government thinks. Against all odds, Walker managed to survive, although heavily scarred. Betrayed by the government he swore to serve, Walker's mind snapped. Managing to retrieve his helmet (which would later become his iconic mask) from the wreckage, Walker set out to the nearest city, which just so happened to be Centerville, and made his home there as a vigilante and conspiracy theorist. His sole goals now are to protect the innocent and expose the government's lies to the public.

Now that backstory is out of the way, time for notes:
Affiliation is hero, kinda; he follows his own moral code, which mostly lines up with that of a hero but on a more extreme scale. More about that below. Consider him an anti-hero of sorts.
Mr. Nil uses a calling card. It appears to be a business card of sorts; one side is pure black, the other is pure white, representing his views on morality.
Mr. Nil has been active for approximately seven years. Up until last year, most regarded him as an urban myth, at least until his fight with the Coroner.
Theme song.
And last but not least, Walker's code of honor which he holds to. Any contradictions can be excused by his less than stable sanity.

A is A.

1. The government is a sham. Don't believe what they say.
2. There is only good and evil, and evil must be punished. Good people can be compromised but saved if they are not fully corrupted, and those that are evil or fully corrupted by the forces of evil cannot be saved.
3. The innocent must be protected from those who seek to corrupt them. This means you must intervene when they are in trouble.
4. You are a creature of free will. Your fate is yours to decide, not for someone else to decide. Do not let anyone tell you how to live, they are surely compromised.
5. If you are a normal human, you should not wish for powers. You should be proud to be human. If you have powers, you should not think you are better. In the grand scheme of things, you are not important enough to warrant even a footnote in the textbooks.

Local, Organic, Freerange Superheroes

Thinking of doing a powerless (or, extremely low-powered) vigilante type whose sole aim is to take down the government and reveal its lies to the public, that sound good?

Marvel: Ultimate War

@Grec

Think you already accepted him, I saw and edited it into my post in the CHAR tab (after messing up and making another post in there), lol.