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Sometimes you spend so long looking for peace in someone else, you loose sight of that peace you can give yourself. Don't forget that guys.
4 yrs ago
"Let's just worry about getting out of here in one piece then, huh?" Gently picking Hayden up, I beckon with a nod of my head towards the elevators. "Come on." Stay with us, Hayden. You still have a future ahead of you.
HK-49 "Hank"
"Agreement: There is, indeed, nothing to stop the fleet. Suggestion: Let us get off of this station."
All impressive choices and considerations. However, you don't HAVE to go with a mix of characters. Perhaps using one or two of them as inspiration for a character?
Loathe to leave my niece on here own, but knowing I couldn't do much to help, I rush over to HJ and help him up. "Breathe son, breathe. Your cousin's bought us a moment to relax."
HK-49 "Hank"
Meanwhile, down on the level we'd come up from, I zip between the Void imbued zombies that most of Sucal's remaining loyalists had ended up, my fists readily breaking bones and skulls. However, there were limits to what I could do, and even I would soon need to find a place to recoup and recharge some of my energy.
Remembering a trick my mom had taught me, I step through the Force to more or less teleport to another location on the bridge. "I don't have to face it directly, witch." I see Hayden moving and grimace. "Hayden! Close your mind!"
"That's my niece, you bitch." Combining a burst of Force Speed with short burst from my Jetpack, my lightsabers activate as I close with Ursa. "And if this place is doomed anyways..." I use the Force to simultaneously tear one of the control panels from it's setting and hurl it at the girl at the same time.
Name: Damian Harrison Nickname (if any): Deadeye Title or Hero/Villain/Code name (if any):Dead-On Species: Augmented Human Gender: Male Sexuality: Straight Age:32 Birthday: January 17th, 1986 Personality: Damian is many things to the public that knows him; a joker, a reliable friend, a bit of a gambler who always beats the odds, and a skilled martial artist and marksman. And in truth, he is all these things, but he’s also calculating and, when necessary, manipulative. Every action he takes is carefully considered, the pros and cons of each taken into account before he starts it. All this is a by-product of his high level of intelligence, which should have produced arrogance, but instead created compassion. Appearance (description, doll-maker, or face-claim):Standing at an intimidating six feet, 8 inches tall, Damian has fiery red hair with a black streak that he keeps long enough to style but short enough to keep out of the way. His eyes, a startling sapphire blue, are set into a handsome face with a five o’clock shadow. Affiliation (if any): None Powers (if any): The augmentation process left Damian more than human, with enhanced strength and agility. The fastest he’s ever been clocked at has him hitting speeds of mach 2 and he can catch a bullet without looking at it.
Stalker Armor-Equipped with a number of high tech gadgets from different vision modes to hidden weapons, this armor was designed to take punishment from foes such as Super Angel and dish it out as well as withstand extreme environments.
Armor Features: Hidden Blades Wrist-mounted Machine pistols, hidden Cryo Grenades, limit 3 a mission/job Smoke Grenades, same as Cryo Infrared, Night, and Magnetic Vision modes Hidden Knives, four of them, two straight edge and two serrated
Demonio’s Glaive- With a blade lined with a plasma edge, this glaive has been known to bisect heavily armored Hulkling Hunter Armor without issue. It is folded in half and stored on Dead-On’s back when not in use, but his skill with it should not be underestimated.
Apollo Bow- Specialized for taking out targets at range, the bow is strung for sending an arrow 1,200 yards with enough force to pin a man in Powered Armor to the wall. At short range, it can kill three men in a line. Has triple bladed broadheads, armor piercing heads, explosive heads and grappling hook heads.
Red Ace Revolver-Specially designed, this revolver has the power to stop a charging rhino in one shot. Fires armor-piercing lethal, sedative, non-lethal, and tracking rounds.
Weaknesses: Sociable- Because he has a circle of friends that he enjoys spending time with, when he isn’t around or cancels hangouts, it's noticed and it’s talked about. Anyone looking to find Dead-On could use this should they learn of it.
Limited arsenal-While he brings an exhaustive amount of extra ammunition for his revolver and carries a spare quiver of arrows, once he’s out of munitions, he’s extremely vulnerable at most ranges.
Honorable-As a practicioner MMA, he comes into a fight wanting every foe to lose or die at their best. So don’t expect cheap shots. Likes (optional): Dislikes (optional): Current Residence: An apartment in Gotham Island. Backstory: Most of this will play out in character, but he and Batman have pre-New 62 history that has carried over. Special Skills (if any): Trained MMA fighter and tactical training he won’t elaborate on where he learned it. Other: Likes cats and pie.
A blast of blue lightning flew out of the elevators as they opened, blasting the Ursa/Kreia thing back a couple of feet. "We're not leaving without my niece, you undead piece of filth. I am fully prepared to bring this station down on our heads to do it." I glance at Hank. "There will be more of our friends coming up on the lifts soon. Mind entertaining them?"
HK-49 "Hank"
"Joyful acknowledgement: Of course, Master Jerus."
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