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Where You Get Those Eyes?
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Damn you Trusty, lucky bastard, I wanted to go

Create a Hero RPG SEASON III Application
Character you have created: Henry Patton (Formerly Head Warden of Tartarus Prison Facility)
Alias: Sureshot
Speech Color (Actually say what you're using, don't go "Like this", or what not): Since his role's changed I might give him a less generic text type. I've gone with Georgia, Dark Red just to see how it looks.
Character Alignment: Villain, albeit not completely unsympathetic given his circumstances.
Identity: On S.T.R.I.K.E records, not completely unknown but not exactly public knowledge either.
Character Personality (Give information on how your character acts, what he/she believes in, how they handle situations): Dominant motivation is vengeance against Vigilante and anyone who would ally themselves with him for making his life a living hell. He believes that the powers metahumans wield are too strong to be left to nature - humanity should decide who can have this power. He is extremely authoritarian, due to his experiences as Head Warden of Tartarus Prison Facility. In combat he will take a lot of risks with his own life because he sees less value in it due to the agony and fear which takes up so much of his life.
Uniform/costume: After the procedure S.T.R.I.K.E outfitted him in a new colourful uniform, as they do to differentiate their human agents from the metas under their employ. He now wears a red costume with a bright green set of crosshairs emblem on his chest and on each shoulder (upper sleeve). He also wears a pair of protective goggles which make things brighter in the dark and dimmer in daylight as the procedure which gave him enhanced vision makes his eyes overly sensitive to light.
Finally, trusty, I'm throwing you a bone... Heh
Origin Info/Details: Henry Patton was once the S.T.R.I.K.E officer in charge of Tartarus prison facility, he successfully kept one of S.T.R.I.K.E's biggest secrets (a Doomsday device taking the form of a young metahuman girl of unparalleled power) under wraps from metahuman personnel who likely would not have approved of their methods... That is until the Guardian Vigilante stumbled upon the girl whilst running a virtually blind reconnaissance mission scrounging for any and all information he could dig up on the shadowy agency. Patton did what he could to protect this secret, including sending out all metahuman personnel to try to bring down the black-garbed Guardian, only for the Vigilante to slip away with the girl after temporarily incapacitating his metahuman pursuers. In a final roll of the dice, Patton went himself (along with another officer by the name of Michael Kowalski) to try and prevent the Vigilante from escaping with the security facility's best kept secret.
It was at this point that the child began to explore the extent of her powers. The vengeful girl used her powers to first explode the head of Kowalski, and then Patton's own head.
After a debate between the Vigilante and the child as to whether it would be better to just lay waste to the entire world and start anew, Project Omega decided that not only did she have no right to destroy the life that already existed on Earth but she also could not risk having anything she would create come to destroy the existing life either. With this announcement she left Earth and returned Kowalski and Patton to life.
Unfortunately, Patton maintained a full memory of these experiences and has been haunted nightly by horrific dreams which always end in the same fashion... re-living the explosion of his own head.
Out of desperation and vengeance Henry Patton signed up for a procedure, knowing full well the potential side effects from his time with S.T.R.I.K.E. Henry Patton sought to do that which an entire regiment of metahumans could not. He sought the power to take his vengeance on the one who was responsible for giving him this hellish life. Unlike the metas who failed him before, Henry Patton wanted the power to not miss.
All previous attempts to bestow met powers on pre-existing humans have been... less than satisfactory. With a 100% mortality rate within as little as three months, but perhaps S.T.R.I.K.E has learned from these past mistakes... or now have someone on staff who can solve the puzzle...
Hero Type (Select one):
Normal (Non-powered characters)
Brick/Muscle
Elemental (Select: Water, Wind, Earth)
Energy (What kind of energy? Ex. Electricity, Fire)
Psychic
Acrobat
Speedster
Gray Matter (Super-smart characters)
Shape Shifter
Mystic (Spell casters/magic users)
Supernatural (Divine agents, Vampires, werewolves, Cosmic deities)
Doesn't really appear here in these options. He's a superhuman marksman.
Power Level (Select one below):
1. Street Level (Ex. Punisher, Daredevil) Around your Bullseye or Deadshot level.
Powers (Be Specific): Enhanced vision, enhanced hand-eye co-ordination, ambidextrous, enhanced dexterity. Enhanced general physical attributes due to procedure.
Attributes (Select one at each category):
Strength Level: 1 ton.
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Enhanced reaction time, normal speed. Enhanced throwing/kicking speed/power. Unmeasured.
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Twice normal human capacity.
Agility: Twice normal human level.
Intelligence: Above average. Less than genius. Closer to "average" than "genius".
Fighting Skill: Trained.
Resources: Large as a S.T.R.I.K.E agent/operative. Average own resources.
Weaknesses (If your stats chosen are deemed powerful enough by a Game Master with no weakness, the character will fall under rules of Level 3 and 4 characters. Even with a weakness, a Game Master may rule it as a Level 3 or 4 character): Diminishing psyche, becoming increasingly obsessive.
Supporting Characters (Does your character have a significant other? A mother? Friend? Who are they, what do they have to do with your character?): Recent events have seen him isolate himself from most of his support network, family and friends. These days his supporting class all receive a S.T.R.I.K.E pay check...
List a few reasons why you've created that character: Every game needs a nutcase street level villain. Here's one with a Government pass. It's been waiting to happen and I think it looks like I finally have the time to do it credit.
What can you bring to the RPG?: You should have an idea by now...
Do you know how to post pictures on the hype boards?:
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Sample Post (Minimum Four paragraphs containing dialogue):
A S.T.R.I.K.E Facility Whereabouts Disclosed
A man leans over a table, his appearance could only be described as derelict. A beard hides the face of a man who is looking to hide from something himself. The lights brighten, more questions will come. Why is this so drawn out? he finds himself asking, what could be so complicated. His scraggy, neglected face raises up and looks through the reflection of himself in the one-way glass. His eyes squint to cut down on the glare of the bright interrogation lights. The speakers crackle and the booming synthetic sounding voice cuts through the silence.
So, again were here!
The booming sound of the speakers emphasises the pauses, the resounding echo never quite allowing complete silence to reign.
Are we to take it that youre still having the dreams!
The raggedy man nodded, his head cowed.
Speak! Are you still having the dreams as normal!
YES! The raggedy man bellowed. But theres nothing normal about them!
Can the attitude, or well cut you loose!
The raggedy man submissively dripped over to the far corner and sat against the wall. He pounded his own head twice and then repeated his answer in a far more reserved tone.
Yes.
So theyre always the same dream?!
No no But they all end the same. I I cant take them anymore. Please
We need an example! What was last nights!
Ive Ive already told you people this
The raggedy man started to rock back and forth in his corner.
Then you should have your story down by now! You know how things work here!
Last nights would have been a good one It had that Nicola Parks, you know the actress. We were in this big hall, like out of one of her period pieces. I was in a suit, looking much better than I do now. And we were dancing. About half way through I realised that I was dreaming and got scared. Ive started to anticipate it now, see? It took me a while to figure out I was dreaming and what that would mean. So I grabbed Nicola by the hand and told her we had to run. Then I could feel it starting to happen again the same with the other dreams. This high pitched sound, like a ringing started to fill everything; it sounded distant at first, but then as always started to get more intense. Nicola tripped, I stepped on her hand and just kept running. I knew what was coming and I I just couldnt take it one more time...
Behind glass, a room full of men look on. Observing the raggedy mans every movement, the inflection of his voice. No detail goes unnoticed before their trained eyes and ears.
and I ran, and ran. I knew it was useless. Ive run in the dreams before, it makes no difference. But I have to try, I cant let it happen again.
Lets talk through the endings now! You say they always end the same, but is there ever any slight difference that you can recall!
The raggedy man started panting, perspiration beading on his brow and running down his face where their tributaries would join the raging torrents that his tearful eyes were now creating.
First the sound starts to get more intense, and then then I could start to feel a sort of heat, like there was a fire blazing behind my own eyes. Then light, I cant keep my eyes open anymore, the pain is blinding, then a light brightens I can see it as red first, because even my eyelids cant dim it. My eyes fall open and its all I can see. My own flesh
The raggedy man is hyperventilating now, his beard filled with a combination of tears and snot.
And it always happens the same I can feel everything I can see my own nose coming from my face. I can see things that no-one could ever see. No-one SHOULD ever see Oh God
The speakers crackle again and a sound that seems like people shuffling behind the microphone is overheard.
And you know that we still havent perfected the procedure! Wed like to believe weve made inroads, but theres no guarantee that..! Survival rate is by no means guaranteed!
Yes. I know. The raggedy man sniffled and tried to pull himself back together.
I cant keep living like this Whatever happens from here Im fine with.
And are we reading your request for preferred genetic manipulation correctly?! You want..!?
Yes. I saw him at work. He cut through a legion of metahumans made every one of them miss. I want No I NEED to be someone who doesnt miss.
Behind the glass a man in a black suit gave a smile. He hands a clipboard to a man in a white lab-coat. The clipboard contains the raggedy mans details in full - the request of Enhanced hand-eye co-ordination, enhanced sight and enhanced dexterity circled in red pen with a question mark next to it, but ultimately agreed to with a destiny controlling APPROVED rubber stamp.
Henry Patton! We believe that qualifies as informed medical consent! Well be starting the procedure immediately!


I think the problem here is stemming from a misguided idea of the chain of command.
Certainly more than just the Guardians KNOW that S.T.R.I.K.E. is up to no good. The problem comes from the fact that the agency is government-sanctioned (possibly as an extension of the department of homeland security?).
S.T.R.I.K.E. may or may not have gone through proper channels to make Lost Haven their testing grounds for Meta-Control. That's a good question for someone who is deeper involved in STRIKE than I am, but like it or not, the LHPD is a lot farther down on the chain of command, and wouldn't be in a position to do much about it. Acting out against S.T.R.I.K.E. could be viewed as a crime.
It's like this: The Admiral may be an *******. Everyone may know he's an *******. But there's not much a recruit can do about it. They're too far down on the pecking order to have that much clout.
Just a thought, here.
Just throwing this out there - I'll be leaving on Thursday and be out of town until Sunday, visiting relatives and celebrating the most wonderful of all holidays. Yes, it is that time of year again when we celebrate the Pilgrim's journey to the New World, their cunning use of flags, overblown sense of entitlement and, of course, the fact that they invented the turkey.
God bless you Pilgrims, you magnificent bastards.
Seriously though, this is my favorite holiday ever. Hope you guys all have a good one. Even Hound, who is deprived of the Festival of Gluttony, living on the other side of the world.

