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Gotham (Always Open)

I just sent destructo-eye things out into the city. Anyone wanna meet one?

Gotham (Always Open)

The night was getting busier by the minute, and O'Cule decided that the time was right enough to begin the first of many purges he had planned. He sent a message out to the eyes. Begin Divine Judgment Protocol. He sent the Gotham PD files of known vigilantes and criminals to the floating, bionic eyes. If they find any vigilante or supervillain, vaporize them. He saw several points of view- several eyes began roaming the streets, looking for anyone out of the ordinary to fire lasers at. With that, he sat back and smiled.

Gotham (Always Open)

The night was making to be a busy one. Tame by Gotham standards but still quite an interesting night. And all of the events being transpired were being recorded. All street corners and dockyards were being filmed by unseen eyes- bionic eyes, all connected to one source. All irrelevant information deleted, all relevant information kept in storage. And at the center of it all, hidden from the brunt of the action, was O'Cule. He saw nothing but watched everything. He never kept any eyes near him, even though that made traversing his center of command rather difficult. But it's much less difficult than watching yourself walk around in a clammy metal control room. It was quiet, and he heard no footsteps behind him. One of the camera eyes picked up something. Three things, actually. The normal fare. A lot of meta-humans and magic users nowadays, he thinks to himself, as he disdainfully looks at a scuffle between a Rogue and a Meta. Another eye runs a quick backtrace and he finds their aliases- self-given titles he always preferred, but police codenames also give a good impression of what these heroes and heathens are like. Hm. Soufflé and ORiona. Strange names, he thinks to himself. Can't really tell any possible meaning behind those names. Shame. The eye sends a message asking if he wants to initiate the Divine Judgment Protocol. He declines the offer. Not yet, not yet. He sits back and let's the images flood his enhanced brain. Hands steepled together on his desk, he watches. And waits.

Gotham (Always Open)

Name: Michael O'Cule
Alias: The Visionary
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Supervillain (Tech)
Technology Used: Gadgets, Inventions, and Weapons Relating to Eyes
Personality: Michael O'Cule is mentally unhinged, speaks in eerily poetic phrases and believes in absolute moral righteousness in which all people are forced to obey his idea of law. He does not tolerate other supervillains and he does not tolerate vigilantes due to his extremist beliefs, which alienates him from all others. He believes that he is the lawmaker, and not the follower of said laws, although he "tries to uphold these practices". Otherwise, he's very extreme, believing that all transgressions, no matter how small or minor and no matter what reason, should be punished by the absolute destruction of the transgressor and everything involved.
History: Michael O'Cule was once a corrupt high-ranking police official who frequently undermined the work of his fellow officers while on the take from various crime families, and sometimes doing some of their work for them himself when it came to matters inside the police department. However, he was uncovered and, in a hasty attempt to make himself look good, began prosecuting those same crime families. One particularly violent and very influential crime family set off a bomb in his home, with his family and himself inside. He was completely burnt, and while most of his body made at least partial recoveries, his eyes were destroyed in the process. The sensory deprivation and the grief over what happened led to him at first attempting to be a vigilante and destroying the crime family, getting the aid of relatives of his who were engineers. He did, but by that time his grief became madness, and he began to see everyone as just as potentially deadly as that crime family was, and in order to stop such tragedies from happening he must stop all crime- and in order to do that, he's enlisted people siding with his insane cause, created eye-based gadgets that work in place of his missing eyes, and he plots the downfall of the Gotham Police Department so he and his enforcers can be the only source of justice in the city.

Arcane Magnum: The Mark of Magnu (Always Open)

"See, dragon lady- that's what I'm calling you now..." Shouts brushed himself off, "To prove you're with us and not with them, you have to kill one of them... by them, I mean, y'know, the Arcane things... Preferably mid-sized or higher..." Without looking up or even behind him, he asks, in a manner begging for conflict to arrive, "Now we've just gotta find a big one."

Arcane Magnum: The Mark of Magnu (Always Open)

Shouta saw that she was dodging out of the way of his swing. Before he could even react, Shouta landed, the cleaver position at an angle, blade jammed into the ground, handle jabbing half a foot into his stomach. "Ooph!" he yelped, then continued, "Rationally? No, we don't. Personally? Bloodshed is, like, my air. But I think you get the memo that we don't trust you... yet... agh!" He yelled again when the cleaver levered itself out of the ground and dropped him unceremoniously to the ground. "...that being said... by a psycho... who... befriended a guy who tried to kill him... two minutes ago... but... There is one way to prove you can be trusted."

Arcane Magnum: The Mark of Magnu (Always Open)

"Why'd it have to be fire?!" Shouta shouted, letting go and jumping from the line of cloth right before the fireball burned through the cloth. One of the burning orbs of death singed his upper arm, and he instinctively began deflecting them, spinning his cleaver around like an airplane propeller in an absurdly fast tempo, deflecting the fireballs that came within burning range. He then begins a downward swing in midair towards the assailant.

Arcane Magnum: The Mark of Magnu (Always Open)

Shouta looked over to where she was headed towards, and in an upward swing, shot a ribbon of cloth, latching it around a light fixture conveniently between the two. Giant cleaver in left hand, he jumped and reeled in quickly, waiting to strike until the attacker was in range, readying himself for yet another possible close-quartered, mystic-powered fight to the finish. He wished he had enough strength to do backflips he liked using in fights... well, overusing. Oh, well. Time to strike. Hmmm, a few quick, fluid, zig-zagging slashes in her direction should at least distract her enough for what Shouta's new friend... accomplice... goal-sharing individual possibly has up his sleeve.

Arcane Magnum: The Mark of Magnu (Always Open)

"Ah, small news flash, but, ah, the Arcane are always out at night. See, using common tactics when under duress, like, say, giving obvious and-or vague answers instead of legitimate information, kind of destroys trust instead of builds it. Even for me, and I'm kind of a remorseless psychopath, if you didn't realize." Meanwhile, Shouta's giving his newfound, blood-powered compatriot a look that amounts to "Bro. Bro. I got this. Nobody can catch me off guard. No-body," while looking away from the mysterious girl in an act of ironic stupidity that only Shouta could pull off.

Arcane Magnum: The Mark of Magnu (Always Open)

Shouta once again fist pumped and said, "Yes! I knew it!" Then, coughing awkwardly, and failing to regain any amount of composure whatsoever, continued, "That depends what you mean by Arcane Hunter. If by 'Arcane Hunter', you mean I go around killing those weird little darkness-powered things roaming the city, then yes. But if you mean that like I go around killing them for the good of humankind, or to put a stop to the darkness, or any reason other than 'They're there and I want to kill right now', then you're sorely mistaken."