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Someone say.. Swat Kats?



Name:
Zachariah Tyson Reid.

Nickname:
Zach – T-bone Jr.

Codename:
Razor

Age: 17

Role:
Hero

Appearance:
Zachariah stands at 179 CM and 71 KG. He's lean and looks borderline skinny. But if you'd pay close attention to him, you'd see that the reason he appears skinny is because of the very small amount of fat on his body. His hair is hazel brown and always rough. His naturally rather pale skin has a bronze tan. His eyes are green. He's been called cute and on occasion even handsome, both of which have made the boy blush.

Personality:
Zach is mostly a very reserved young man. He doesn't socialize very much on his own, unless he feels comfortable with the people around. Zach is better off tinkering with gadgets than talking to girls. He's what you'd call awkward. He stumbles upon his words and he's not very good at conversating with strangers, certainly not with women. He's a nice guy though, and always helps wherever he can.

However, Zach has a completely different side to him, one that comes from the things that happened to him in his past. It's another side of himself, a harsher and braver side. It's not like he's a different person, but his clumsy nerdy charm is replaced with a rough and cold outlook onto things, making him a more than capable force to be counted on. He becomes this way when frustrated or angry.

Abilities:
Superhuman Dexterity:
Zach's original ability. Zach has superhuman coordination, he's able to complete more or less anything that requires dexterity with a 99.9% success-rate. The power is truly showing when Zach is comfortable, behind the controls of an aircraft.

Weaponization:
Zach's been genetically modified, similar to the weapons X program. He's withstood torture like surgery and showed off his rougher side while doing so. The weaponization of him gave him enhanced senses, much like the animals. His smell, taste, sight and hearing are all superhuman. He was also gifted more rapid regeneration. Not on par with that of say Wolverine, but still very substantially superior to a human.

Skills:

Piloting:
Razor is one of the best pilots in the world, having a 'connection' to an aircraft unlike what most people could even imagine. He can push a plane to it's absolute limit and remain unscathed. Naturally, he's more of a fighter-jet person than anything else. His superhuman dexterity comes into play in the piloting.

Martial Arts:
He has basic military martial arts training.

Engineering:
Not only can he fly an aircraft, he can build one, amongst other things. He's a skilled mechanic, and an even more skilled engineer.

Equipment:

In the field, he wears a pilot jumpsuit painted blue and red over a tactical kevlar armor. He wears special gloves with built in claws, should he need to use them. The claws are about and inch a half long, coming out of the wingers on the gloves. They are made out of vibranium as such they are just about indestructible. His suit comes with jet boosters in his boots and NTH-metal plating in the kevlar suit he wears under the jumpsuit. The boots to give him power to fly, and the NTH-Metal to stabilize him during flight.

The Turbo Kat
Built and maintained by Zach himself.
The craft is able to outrun any fighter-jet employed by every known military, and outgun just about all of them. It comes with several kind of non-lethal ways to take down an enemy. Everything from
EMP-hook rockets, to bullets that upon impact generates a soft foam. The aircraft is outfitted by Zach beforehand for each mission, as it cannot carry every weapon at once. The airplane holds as many as two passengers, plus the pilot.

Backstory:
Zach's father was one Jake Reid. Jake was an ace pilot and a member of the Blackhawks. As Jake's father and grandfather before him been, ever since the second world war. So being the fourth generation of blackhawk, Zach had a certain pressure on him. He was trained to be a pilot from a very young age, in fact, as soon as he could walk he began being taught about aircrafts and the history of the blackhawks.

Jake was a military man, working for SHIELD on several instances. Jake was known for a rougher temper, and bolstering the nickname “T-Bone”. Zach discovered his abilities at a very young age, just , taking tests to prepare for his first real flight. The Government had already decided they wanted to groom the boy into a weapon by then, and at the age of 15, they did. A year of hellish training, tests and experiments made Zach into the ultimate pilot, according to the SHIELD agents whom had informed him of it all. Zach studied the aircrafts that he flew, and he began to build his own, using information and materials the Blackhawks had gathered throughout their almost century long fight against injustice. Making his craft, the Turbo Kat one of the absolutely most powerful jets in the world, and him it's pilot.
He, however choose not to become a blackhawk. He didn't wanna become a soldier, he wanted to be a hero.

With a distaste for the government, in fact for any sort of rule by adults, he signed up with the Teen Titans, the only team in the world that was essentially their own team, and not someone else's puppets.

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Gowi said
Honestly I think most of what Bruce would teach is streetwise detective work and martial arts for the most part-- never imagined college or DOCTORATE level of psych or criminology would be taught in the time; Bruce is too busy working to teach to that level.

Clearly I was joking.
Jason's got basic chemistry, biologi, criminology and psychology training, equal to top-percent of high-school students.

And Tim's smarter than Bruce imo. He does lack Bruce's streetsmart.

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Except Tim.

Tim's smarter than the Robins + Bruce combined.

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Gowi said
College has criminology, psychology, and forensic science classes that would benefit the batbrat. :3

I'd imagine Bruce would've already taught college-levels of all of these to the batbrats.

Except Damian, because nobody likes Damian.

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Gowi said
I have to ponder how many of these children alter-ego at various high schools. :3Not Roy though, he's done with being a kid; dude's almost twenty. Might throw him at some sort of college though.

Haha.
I was actually planning on maybe putting Jason into the Gotham Police Academy, for some time.

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Zacharius said
He 'thought' it before going into the bar, I believe, although to be honest,he hasn't really taken the name yet, it's just how he views himself in comparison to other people/mutants. When your healing factor makes you a constant danger to those around you, a low sense of self worth is a considerable issue.

Aha. My mistake then.

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Jason had accompanied Roy back to the simulation room. He leaned against the wall, looking at the others practicing. In all honesty, Jason wanted to go to the gym and exercise, he hadn't yet gotten the time to do that, ever since coming back. He let out a light sigh. “I'll be back in a few, Speedy. I need to get a bit of air.” Jason said, waving his friend off, walking away, back through the corridor he and Roy had walked, back to the room he had marked as his own. He got into his bag, and got out a lighter and a pack of red winston. He wasn't a smoker, certainly not anymore after almost a year of detox. But he missed the calming sensation of it.

He'd walk outside, and put the cigarette to his mouth, and light it up, thinking back to a couple years ago, when he was still Robin, one of the first times he had been alone, without Bruce or Dick watching his back.. More like babysitting..

It was a time when he met Ravager.. Rose. His memories coming back to him, as he inhaled the smoke, and exhaled with his nose.

It was nearly two in the morning on what was supposed to be a hot summer night, however the weather seemed to have flipped a switch on the reporters as there had been nearly seven inches of rainfall that night. Thunder clapped and lightning struck, illuminating the city of Gotham for just mere seconds at a time, exposing the shadows that went bump in the night. Crime never slept in the dark city, criminals ran the streets like rats, and on this particular stormy summer night, there had been a break-in to a small convenient store.

Adorned in nothing but a pair of black leather pants, mid-calf high combat boots, a simple white t-shirt and overly large black leather jacket, Rose Worth climbed into the broken window, half of her just wanting to get out of the warm but violent rain, the other half just wanting something to eat. She was drenched from head-to-toe from the pelting rain outside, her white t-shirt hugging onto her in ways it probably shouldn't.

"Not your best idea Rose." She grumbled, making sure that she still had her rebar strapped to her back that she used as a bo-staff whenever things got ugly, and in Roses case things almost always got ugly.

Jason Todd on his fourth year as Robin jumped around the rooftops of Gotham City. Partly to clear his head, as he had just had a argument with Bruce, and partly to practice his parkour in rainy weather. He made a flip over a rooftop, landing onto the next one, rolling backwards on his cape, coming back up to his feet, when he heard something. It was hard to make out in the heavy rain and downpour. But he heard the beeping of an alarm in a store just under him. He jumped to the next building, and then down onto the ground, using the rain to mask his movements.

He'd approach the girl who had just commited the robbery. Jason walked up to her, silently, just a couple of feet behind her. “Boo.” He said in a calm, but determined voice.

Rose didn't hesitate. With a bag of dorito chips grasped in one hand, her other hand shot to the rebar on her back, pulling it from it's looped hold on a belt that she had attached to her jacket and swung blindly behind her. She would have liked to think that she wasn't startled at all by the voice behind her, but in all honesty she was scared shitless.

Jason softly side-stepped the rebar coming for his masked face, dodging the rebar with just an inch to spare. He took another step to the side, as the girl finished her swing, he grabbed her by the wrist, and twirled, making the girl drop the rebar, without hurting her too much. " You use rebar, huh? Good choice. Now. What are you doing out in the middle of the night, in this piss-poor weather?" The Robin asked, his voice was calm, but yet it sounded like he had better things to do than to mess with her.

Rose let out a hiss of anger, feeling the rebar falling from her grip and clattering to the floor. "None of your business!" She said through clenched teeth, bending her knees down a bit low and jabbed her elbow back, catching his groin. She then took the oppertunity to jump forward, tucking and rolling out of his reach.

Jason widened his eyes as she elbowed his groin, breaking out of his grip. He winced in pain, his suit did protect his crotch and all, but it didn't neglect the pain completely. He shook his head. "Well. I'm making it my bussines. It's my job, being Robin and all." He said, reaching into his utility belt.

"Now, surrender peacefully. It'll save you a lot of pain, and me some time." He said, getting out the red-bat-shaped Hand-cuffs from his pocket.

Turning on her heel, still crouched down low, Rose narrowed her eyes at him, still clutching onto the bag of chips praying to God that none of them had broken.

"Careful birdy-boy, I consider that foreplay." She smirked, spotting the handcuffs.

" I see. So you're not gonna give up peacefully, then?" Jason said, letting out a light sigh.

Rose's lip twitched into a smile.

"Bite me."

"I might." Robin said, as he in the blink of an eye got out the grappling gun, shooing it and grabbing the snacks from Rose's hand, the bag landing at Jason's feet. " Really. Is it worth it, for a bag of chips? Come on. If you broke into the store, I'd expect you to at least raid the cash-registry." He taunted, putting the grappling gun away, he calmly got out a set of bollos from his belt, holding them in his hand, the rain would make it hard for the girl to see what it was he was holding.

Watching as the bag of chips was being torn from her hand, the scowl that came from her face was enough to make even someone like Bane slightly worried. She stood up tall once again, though still dwarfed by Jason's own height but that didn't stop her short-lived bravado.

"You gonna run, or are we back to tha handcuffs?"

"Quit teasing." She said, eying the new object in his hand. She knew she was outmatched, her only chance was to run; if that was even a chance at all. Thinking quickly, Rose rammed herself into a nearby shelf, causing it to topple over forward towards Jason and used that as a distraction, jumping back out the window from wince she came. The arm of her leather jacket snagged a bit ont he broken glass, tearing it like tissue and cutting into her skin, but she didn't stop, she kept on running praying to God that her boots wouldn't slip up in this rain.

Jason let out a grunt as the shelves came down towards him, he rolled to the side, seeing the girl sprint ahead of him, jumping out of the window. Not very gracious, but she had talent. And survival instinct. [i] Just like me.. Jason jumped after her through the window, grabbing the part of the jacket, and putting it into a pocket in the utility belt. She was a good ten feet ahead of him as he readied the bollos. The two metal balls soared through the air, as they found their way around Rose's ankles.

They caught around her feet with ease, immediately tripping her up causing her to fall face first into the wet pavement below. She had tried to stop her fall with her hands, but all that warranted was scrapes, cuts, and asphault embedded into the skin. With a groan, she rolled over onto her back and looked up as the rain continued to pelt down on her. Who the hell was she kidding, she couldn't do this. A cop was a lot easier to lose than this boy wonder, that was for damn sure.

Jason calmly walked towads her, whisteling a tune as he walked.
"You wanna surrender now?" Jason asked her, getting out the cuffs again.

It was hard to hear his voice over the thunder that clapped just overhead, nearly deafening her ears. She sat up though, looking at her ankles tied up in the bolos and ran her fingers through her wet blonde hair. Surrender...now that was a word she didn't know...but what choice did she have? She said nothing as she pulled in her legs towards her a bit and picked at the strings around her ankles before getting the bolos untangled. She stood up, and then tossed them back to him.

"Good game boy wonder."

Her snarky attitude was gone, her arrogence deminished.

Jason crossed his arms as she got off the bollos from her ankles. She tossed them in front of him, but he let them lay there, for now. He leaned down towards her, holding the hand-cuffs in his hand. He let out a light chuckle. " Fine." Jason said, putting away the cuffs. " I'll make you a deal. You either try to run, I'll give you a few seconds headstart. Or, you can surrender, and I'll help you, offer you food, shelter, and training. I used to be way worse than you are." Jason offered her his hand to help her up from the ground.

Rose blinked a few times, and it wasn't becacuse the rain droplets kept falling into them. Did she just hear him right?

"Are you even allowed to do that?" She asked, wondering just how this whole Batman/Robin duo worked out. She took his hand and hoisted herself up, noticing very quickly that her left leg was throbbing in pain. Looking from his masked eyes down to her leg, she noticed that the entire inner side of her left calf of her leather pants was torn to shreds from the fall on the asphault, and a flash of lighthing showed crimson running down her leg and over her boot. Running was not an option anymore, not even with the headstart. She chuckled lightly to herself as she looked back at Robin, a rather genuine smile across her pink lips.

"Somehow I think you already knew what my answer had to be." She smirked. She quickly took her hand out of his and wrapped it around the back of his neck, pulling herself up and into his lips in a quick, but deep kiss.

Jason let out a scoff as she asked him if he was allowed to do that. "It's the perk of being a rebellious sidekick. I don't have to give a damn."
Jason noticed the wound on her leg, as well. He helped her back up on his feet, and was taken of guard by the kiss, not that it bothered him, Jason did put his hand on the back of her head and kissed back, he let go and let out a chuckle.

"You kiss everyone who stops you from commiting crimes?"

Despite the rain and lack of light in the area, a small twinkle came from her eye as they seperated.

"Only the ones that wear tight red outfits."[/i]

Jason had a slight smile on his face as he finishd the cigarette. Feeling the nicotine rushing through his body. Once it was just the stump of the cigarette left, he dropped it to the ground and stepped on it, putting it out and squashing it against the pavement underneath his foot. He would poceede to head back into the tower, to meet and great everyone else of his teammates.

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X-men Noir: Let The Good Times Roll

Zacharius said
Not sure where people are getting the idea that Henry's introduced himself as Leech....he hasn't introduced himself under any name.

Oh.. I thought I read that he said something about his name being Leech... Huh.

X-men Noir: Let The Good Times Roll

Samuel had sat himself down on a table. He had already heard what Erik was saying, Charles explained it to him a couple weeks ago. Certainly, Charles wasn't as crude with the words as Erik was. But Erik's words had impact. He looked over each and everyone of them. The young man knew how to tell people from one another. None of them seemed.. Too out there. Certainly, a few of them did seem a bit out of place. The brash one from the south, standing behind the bar with the coffee, who's name Samuel had not heard certainly looked like she had been through a lot.

But then there was the upper-class elegant lady, Kimberly, Samuel heard her call herself, she didn't look like she'd belong here, either. But of course, they were all mutants. Samuel rose an eyebrow at the scrawny guy whom started asking for 'basic needs'. And soon everyone else caught on, well, except for the poor Japanese girl who spoke with broken English, Samuel being surprised that she understood what was going on. He rolled his eyes at the guys who introduced themselves as 'Talon' and 'Leach'.

Sam stood up. “I for one would like the help. Gonna be hard to stay hidden when I might take out a skyscraper by accident.” Samuel stated, wanting to lift the mood of the place. “ Oh, yeah. I'm Samuel, by the way.”

***

Erik looked around the room, as just about everyone had questions, but their questions were more or less the same. He let out a soft chuckle as they all seemed to worry about a roof and four-wall, along with food and water. “Not the response I expected. But it's good to see that you are all intelligent enough to cover all your bases. You'll be provided with a place to live, and food and water, your basic needs will be provided for. Charles will provide you with that. As for your question, Estella. I'm medically trained, and can help you with everything short of a heart transplantation.” Erik informed her.

Erik flipped the light switch, and snapped his fingers again, the blinders on the windows and doors opened, letting in the sunlight again. “Charles and Logan will be back down any minute. You'll be given a bit of time to talk with each other, grab something to drink or eat. There should be sandwiches in the fridge. Try to make friends. You'll be shown around the facility later.” Erik promised. Before he turned to Estella, whom was holding the drink in her hand. With a scoff, he looked at her. “ I'd advice you all to stay away from alcohol, even if you're an adult. Your abilities are difficult enough without complicating things further.” Erik said, grabbing a bottle of soda from the fridge behind him.