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Doyle watched the situation unfold. The two young heroes fighting off the clones with what he'd consider more ferocity than himself. Along with Phoenix breaking through the glass roof and swooping down upon the actual villain and asking him to actually turn himself in. He'd never seen something so generous in all his life. If it were Doyle he would have just shot him on the spot.

Doyle never understand those kind of heroics. The type to try and get the villain to put themselves in prison. If Doyle were a villain he'd always thought that he'd rather go down fighting rather than look like some coward and turn himself in. His eyes flickered around, it was a hopeless battle, if they gained any advantage in the fight the hostages would be killed. There was no winning this. He sent a look to Phoenix and the two young heroes he didn't know the name of. He then raised his hands in the air as a sort of surrender to the clones. This was a sticky situation if he had ever seen one. The villain didn't seem too insane, he was at least reasonable enough not to harm the civilians if he was just left alone.
Is it really worth the risk?

Name: Joseph 'Joe' Boyes

Codename: Eradicator

City of Operation: Cleveland

Appearance:

The mask over his mouth is able to be taken off to reveal his mouth.

Age: 42

Gender: Male

Superpowers:
-Increased aspects of the human body with the greatest increase being in strength.
-Able to track moving objects using his robotic eye and then use this to hit it using a firearm from a distance away.
-Able to theoritically learn a new skill by plugging himself into the internet and scanning it for any information on said skill, though this takes hours at a time and consists of Joseph sitting there doing nothing for that period of time.
-His body is essentially coated in a layer of metal capable of stopping bullets. Although multiple bullets during one sitting can pierce through the metal and go straight for his internal organs.

Skills/ Talents: What are things you know how to do? Are you an expert martial artist? A speaker of five languages? This is the space for things you have learned how to do through practice and experience.
-Knowledge of computers and engineering
-Knows a few hand to hand fighting styles
-Expert shot with a firearm

Equipment:
-Joseph's main weapon is a sub-machine gun/pistol of his own creation. The gun is capable of switching between ammo types and firing styles in order to accustom itself to a situation. It includes non-lethal rounds along with subsonic rounds and of course normal bullets.
-A bowie knife hangs on the back of his belt

Weaknesses:
-Potentially able to be hacked by someone with sufficient skill to do so. Although this is incredibly hard to do.
-Under the metal he is completely human and therefore able to be killed through human methods should someone break through the metal coating.
-The metal tube on his chest is his main source of life. Although it is hard to be broken or taken out if it is taken out then Joseph will die within a matter of hours if it is not replaced.

Psyche:
Joseph has a cynical look on the world. His experiences in the military along with his disfigurement has made him distrustful of others and society as a whole. He often has himself thinking about who the real heroes and villains are when encountered by a villain who claims to be doing it for the 'greater good'. He is one of the more popular heroes, but sort of dislikes his publicity and would prefer to be left away from the media.

History:
Joseph Boyes was born to a caring family in Rochester, Minnesota. While his family were very caring and took more than good care of Joseph they were very determined in what they wanted him to be. Joseph came from a very militaristic family with just about every member having been involved with the military in some way or another. As a result he was pushed into considering a military career from a young age. To tell the truth, Joseph was much more interested in science and machinery than he was in the military. But alas, he didn't want to disappoint his family and joined the marines when he was 18. Suffice to say he regretted it as soon as he arrived.

His time in the military was one of the most horrific in his life. He fought in the Somali Civil War in a small squadron used mainly for night operations. Most of his missions went fine, with only a bullet wound here or a scratch there being the only thing that went wrong during missions. But one night his squad was ambushed and his squad leader was shot through the skull. Joseph can still remember the copper smell of the blood as it splashed onto his face along with the feeling of gray matter sliding down his cheek. His squad managed to make it out alive but never retrieved the body.

After Joseph returned home he was a changed man. His once plucky and enthusiastic attitude had changed to one of cynicism and regret. He didn't care for his family's opinion when he went to university to study engineering and cared even less so when he achieved a job doing what he loved, building computers. The company he worked for were at the forefront of computing that is until Knight technology came along a few decades later. Knight technology was growing at a incredibly quick rate and soon took over Joseph's company. Joseph was lucky enough to be one of the few scientists they kept working at the organisation. With the help of the advanced research technology, Joseph helped propel the business to new horizons on the computer front. That is, until the white rain poured down upon him.

At first, he took the rain as nothing. Stranger things had happened, fish had fallen from the sky before for Pete's sake a bit of discoloured rain was nothing. He wished he had taken the rain more seriously after what had happened a week after. He was working late in the lab, helping to create new military weapons and the like using a new advanced supercomputer he had helped craft. Things in the room slowly began shuffling towards Joseph, gaining in speed until they flew full force into him. Yet he felt nothing. The objects seemed to merge with him, he only noticed when the supercomputer he was typing on merged into his hands. He felt a grotesque pain as the metal kevlar prototype merged with his skin and the computer merged with his brain. He felt himself becoming less and less human until the final blow was struck. The shifting of the objects had loosened an experimental flamethrower that fell and burned Joseph to a crisp. He was sent to the hospital as soon as he was found. It turns out the metal had shielded him from most of the damage, but his skin was still hideously burned.

After he was able to leave the hospital, he lived as a hermit for a few years. Hardly talking to anyone and having most of his supplies delivered to him whilst working from home, building computers for 'nerds' as he called them. After a while though, more and more heroes began coming out to the public and showing what good their powers could do. Joseph decided to get off his behind and put himself to good use, doing the same. He was pretty different from the other heroes, all pristine in their skin tight costumes, leaping around and punching blokes before handing them over to the police in time for dinner. Joseph's method was much more direct, in fact he created a media presence for himself with his 'battle' with a villain. The villain had escaped prison more than once and was in the middle of his monologue when Joseph shot him in the kneecap and dragged him by his stupid cape all the way to the police department. He's done hero work ever since that, gaining quite the reputation for himself.
Scratch that, creating another hero, albeit a more anti-hero type one.
Making a supervillain who is more walking-the-line than anything right now.
And with that, Im off to sleep.
June 20, 2018
A Small fuel station in the middle of nowhere


Henry sat on the bonnet of his Plymouth Barracuda. The car was his prized possession, he had spent just about every paycheck he had gotten repairing the old thing and when it was finally done he had almost nowhere to go. That is until the whole mess in Cleveland started up. Silver linings as they say. His head turned with the jingle of bells as a young guy probably in his late teens came out with a receipt, three packets of cigarettes and a can of coke. Henry couldn't have gone into that station, not in this heat, he'd sweat himself to death before he burned to it. He nodded to the boy before staring up into the sky. He'd always thought cowboys hats were stupid, he realized now that a makeshift fan with a wide brim to keep the sun out of his eyes was just about the smartest invention known to man. Or so he thought under his hot stupor. He got in his car and began his long journey over to Cleveland.

June 21, 2018
Doyles apartment for the time being

Henry twisted the door handle and let himself into the apartment the Court had assigned to him. Say what you will about the Court of the Arcane, but they did care for you if you were on a mission. If you weren't, however they'd probably tell you to bugger off and find a nice cardboard box to live in for the night. The apartment was spacious enough, but was also rather baron. The walls were an off white and there were little to no decorations around the apartment, save for a few ornaments and clocks here and there. Henry set down a box he had been carrying under his arm on the table and took the cigarette from his mouth before dropping it into the small bin that sat in the corner of his kitchen/living room. He hoped that Cleveland would be more exciting than his apartment.

June 22, 2018
Beachwood Place Mall

Harry sat just outside the mall on a wooden bench, smoking a cigarette and pondering life. Well, not life really, he was actually wondering why Americans called a shopping centre a mall and why Britons called a mall a shopping centre. At what point did the translation change? He pondered. If he cared enough he'd probably have looked it up on his phone, but alas he didn't. He flicked his cigarette into a nearby bin before making his way into the mall.

He took a quick tour around the mall, checking any stores he saw that were of interest on his route. Nothing was really all that interesting, but he did have a bit of fun testing out an RC car in a gadget shop, he'd always wanted one of them as a kid, but realized now as an adult that he would have probably gotten bored of it after about five minutes of playing with it. Stunned at the lack of interesting shops, Harry settled on purchasing what he thought was food, but realized after receiving it that it looked more like what would happen if you put raw fat through a grinder. And, the patron selling it had the cheek to call it a 'quality hot-dog'. Harry sat down on a stylized marble bench before action kicked off. Some flash mob or something began shouting and yelling and throwing shit around. Harry's anger stemmed more from the fact that something in the vein of this always had to happen during his free time, never when he was working rather than the fact that they were committing an actual crime. He pushed himself up from his seat and readied a fighting stance. He had to be smart about this, using fire wasn't an option, it could end up in him hitting a civilian or burning down the mall itself. He'd have to do this the hard way.

Harry swung at one of the clones, catching him by the neck and sending him tumbling to the ground. This seemed to have caught the clone and the rest by surprise as many in the surrounding area of Harry turned and began at least considering attacking him. A bottle quickly flew in an arc towards Harry which he blocked by casting a small force field around his wrist and swiping the bottle away.
"Are you lot going to just stand there and throw shit at me or are we going to have a fucken fight?" He asked, almost at yelling volume. His question was answered when one of the clones threw a punch at Harry's face, catching him by surprise and sending him stumbling backwards into the wall behind him. Harry grinned, at least it would be a fight. A rift quickly opened behind the small crowd of clones trapping Harry against the wall. Harry fell through a rift opening behind him and appeared through the rift behind the group. He flew at them, sending a flurry of punches into their backs whilst dodging any clumsy swings sent backwards towards him. He ducked under a punch sent his way and quickly shot his arm upwards like a bullet towards the elbow that threw it, breaking the clones arm. He grabbed the broken arm and swung the clone into two others, sending them falling into a bin. Harry quickly turned and sent a haymaker to the face of another clone, breaking its nose and taking it out of the fight. One of the clones came from behind Harry and sent a punch square in his back, causing Harry to yell out in pain. He growled under his breath, turning and sending a jab straight to the stomach of the clone that threw the punch before ramming his knee into its jaw. The final clone he took out by simply sending a swift kick straight up into his....more sensitive regions before throwing him against the hard wall. Seven down, a lot more to go.
Any ETA on when the IC will be up? If it's not within the next like 2 hours I probably wont be able to get a post up.
Summary of Harry:
1. Liverpudlian Magic User
2. Main job is getting rid of any occult based villains(Zombies, Vampires, Ghosts etc) but also helps fight high profile villains and whatnot from time to time with other superheroes
3. Not high profile at all, known only by people who go intentionally looking for him
4. Knows JoaquĆ­n Santiago from his past

Great idea, Pietra!
Oh yeah and if anyone wants any past relationships with Harry just ask and we can work something out.
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