Post by Toriji on Nov 12, 2008 16:02:04 GMT -5
Name: Wade "Arsenal" Riker
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Power Level: 7
Timeline: Modern
Appearance:
~Civilian: Wade is what most women would consider a handsome man. He has thick brown hair to match the rest of his tropical complexion-- tanned skin, dark eyes, sharp facial features, and excellent physique. He is about six feet tall, but with a stooped posture from the weight he carries as a hero. He has no definite wardrobe, usually wearing comfortable and loose clothing.
~Armored: As a hero, Wade wears a thick, high-carbon steel armor that covers him completely. His upper body's casing is much larger and thicker than his lower body The sholders, chest, and shoulderblades are all encased in a tubelike piece with a hole for his head, which is encased in the visage of a jackal bearing its teeth. The abs and spine are protected by curved, layered plates that allow movement and maximum protection. His arms are thickened in the armor with an oblong diamond shaped plate housing multiple projectile weapons. His wrists are surrounded by fifteen barrels that act as a gatling gun whild the fisted is covered by spiked gauntlets that inter lock with the plates of the wrist. His lower body is more plain, only covering the legs and nothin much on the side of flair aside from dog-like claw plates insted of feet. However the knees house mortar launchers and his legs are assisted by hydraulic systems.
Personality: He is agreeable and always tries to please whoever he interacts with[his wife is the major example]. He is generally carefree and spends his free time dabling in his lab. However, when he acts as a hero, he takes on a fake sense of intensity and taste for the macabre. He wants to strike fear where he acn so he can avoid casualties.
History: Richard Riker was a brilliant scientist, but known only among the lesser circles of his chosen field. He spent his days drafting up design after design of a futuristic suit of armor, and would mail everything he had to the government. Always the government. It was decades before he caught a break, a plain white letter with a blue sticker-seal he didn't recognize.
In it, the government replied, "Thanks, but no."
It was the only acknowledgment he would ever receive in his life. Richard Riker died at 47, of stroke caused by sickle-cell disease. He was survived by his wife and only son, who also carries the disease.
Wade Riker was always inspired by his father's intelligence and passion, whenever he did see him, though for the most part he only heard about him. Little Wade started school early, motivated by his idol to surpass all that was expected of him. He skipped a grade almost every year, finishing high school before he started puberty and going on to gain a technical Ph.D. by eighteen. This accelerated pace left claw marks on his social life, he only ever had friends for a year and then he would pass them up, over and over. Only P.E. really got harder every year, because of both his age and his anemia, but the coaches were always understanding. He was thankful all the same when college came around, and physical education wasn't part of his degree.
When his father died, Wade became more reclusive, easier now to be when all of the other "children" in his Ivy League college had ten years on him. He never dated, largely because of the age difference and his being accustomed to very limited social ties. In every subject he excelled, never faltering even in his grief.
When he was twenty, he unlocked the door to his father's lab for the first time. Blueprints and dreams were scattered everywhere, untouched by the years and tainted only with dust. Here was the armor his father had labored over, the brainchild that took up more of his attentions than his own son did. Wade was infatuated with the designs, and they shortly consumed him the way they had consumed his father. The science seemed sound, but Wade could see little flaws, and he could see the solutions, and he spent his nights scribbling them in with a dull pencil.
But the suit wouldn't build itself, and so Wade needed a job. His father had been smart, but a millionaire he never was. He applied everywhere, hailing himself as the prodigy he was, and finally, the manager of a McDonald's took a liking to the spirited boy. For a year, the big question was, "Do you want to make it a combo?"
It was a slow day when Floyd walked in and slapped a fistful of scratch cards on the counter. Wade didn't know his full name, but his manager always called the aging man Floyd. He'd been a regular since the store was built, before Wade was born, and talked about all the promos McDonald's shouldn't have stopped serving as he and the manager set to work, scratching away the latex with dimes. One of the cards fluttered to the floor and Wade picked it up. Floyd waved it off, saying he could have that one.
As luck would have it, the child genius hit the jackpot. He handed in his two weeks notice, (composed with great eloquence on a paper towel,) the very same day.
Now he could slave over the suit all he wanted, and so he did. For just over thirty thousand, he bought all the tools and materials and fire extinguishers he needed, and he would have finished it in three years, had he not met the brainy but beautiful Kara Hydra, his future wife.
He finished the suit in ten years, then. His scratch off winnings were running low, however, and soon after moving in with him and his mother, Kara suggested he get a job as a police officer. Wade was puzzled by the suggestion. He was already thirty, and he'd never pass the really physical portions of their tests. But didn't he have a really awesome super suit?
For what must have been the nth time, doors opened, and Wade Riker was hired on as a sort of RoboCop, more of a local joke than a real policeman until he proved his mettle(or perhaps more appropriately, his metal), totally bulletproof and a calvary all on his own. He served on the force for five years, until he was contacted by EJP's Hero League. Against Kara's insistence that they didn't pay well, he joined.
Powers:
~Strength:He has extreme strength that is required to wear the armor and move swiftly. He can push himself beyond most limits, but still has to deal with medical consequences later.
~Intelligence: Wade has incredible abilities of deduction and tactical thinking. He could outsmart most of the scientists of today's world easily, yet is too lazy to aply himself to something that isn't instantly gratifying.
Equipment: Wade's armor is filled to the brim with all kinds of lethal and non-lethal weapons. He uses all space availiable to him.
~Chain Gun: He has a large chain gun mounted onto his spine plate. It has an arm to lift it up to fire over his shoulder.
~Gatling Guns: He has two fifteen barrel gatling guns around each wrist. They can fire rubber or standard rounds.
~Flamethrower: The flame trhower is mounted inside the muzle of his helmet. It ha limited range but burns far hotter than any current flamethrower.
~Incendiary Crossbow: In each diamond plave on his forearms is a super powerful crossbow and twenty explosive-tipped arrows.
~Net Gun: He has a net cannon installed into his chest plate. It comes with three nets that can be electrified or not.
~Shock-Mine Layer: In each palm is a three stack of proximity mines. once he is out of range, if someone steps into range, they will be heavily electrocuted.
~Plasma Blade: A plasma blade can extend from each elbow joint and extend beyond his fist. He used these only under dire circumstances.
~Mortar Launcher: He has a mortar launcher in each knee, one round only.
~Rocket Boots: He has two propulsion engines on each foot. They can be used to fly for short ammounts of time, or to torch someone with a kick.
Weakness: Wade has an extreme fear of water. Anyone that uses water will be able to debilitate him with fear.
While his armor has no gaps to get through, any pyromancer could cook him inside it. It also isn't invulnerable to insanely strong melee attacks.
Wade has sickle-cell anemia and must rest when he becomes winded. He tries to finish a fight quickly because of this.
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Power Level: 7
Timeline: Modern
Appearance:
~Civilian: Wade is what most women would consider a handsome man. He has thick brown hair to match the rest of his tropical complexion-- tanned skin, dark eyes, sharp facial features, and excellent physique. He is about six feet tall, but with a stooped posture from the weight he carries as a hero. He has no definite wardrobe, usually wearing comfortable and loose clothing.
~Armored: As a hero, Wade wears a thick, high-carbon steel armor that covers him completely. His upper body's casing is much larger and thicker than his lower body The sholders, chest, and shoulderblades are all encased in a tubelike piece with a hole for his head, which is encased in the visage of a jackal bearing its teeth. The abs and spine are protected by curved, layered plates that allow movement and maximum protection. His arms are thickened in the armor with an oblong diamond shaped plate housing multiple projectile weapons. His wrists are surrounded by fifteen barrels that act as a gatling gun whild the fisted is covered by spiked gauntlets that inter lock with the plates of the wrist. His lower body is more plain, only covering the legs and nothin much on the side of flair aside from dog-like claw plates insted of feet. However the knees house mortar launchers and his legs are assisted by hydraulic systems.
Personality: He is agreeable and always tries to please whoever he interacts with[his wife is the major example]. He is generally carefree and spends his free time dabling in his lab. However, when he acts as a hero, he takes on a fake sense of intensity and taste for the macabre. He wants to strike fear where he acn so he can avoid casualties.
History: Richard Riker was a brilliant scientist, but known only among the lesser circles of his chosen field. He spent his days drafting up design after design of a futuristic suit of armor, and would mail everything he had to the government. Always the government. It was decades before he caught a break, a plain white letter with a blue sticker-seal he didn't recognize.
In it, the government replied, "Thanks, but no."
It was the only acknowledgment he would ever receive in his life. Richard Riker died at 47, of stroke caused by sickle-cell disease. He was survived by his wife and only son, who also carries the disease.
Wade Riker was always inspired by his father's intelligence and passion, whenever he did see him, though for the most part he only heard about him. Little Wade started school early, motivated by his idol to surpass all that was expected of him. He skipped a grade almost every year, finishing high school before he started puberty and going on to gain a technical Ph.D. by eighteen. This accelerated pace left claw marks on his social life, he only ever had friends for a year and then he would pass them up, over and over. Only P.E. really got harder every year, because of both his age and his anemia, but the coaches were always understanding. He was thankful all the same when college came around, and physical education wasn't part of his degree.
When his father died, Wade became more reclusive, easier now to be when all of the other "children" in his Ivy League college had ten years on him. He never dated, largely because of the age difference and his being accustomed to very limited social ties. In every subject he excelled, never faltering even in his grief.
When he was twenty, he unlocked the door to his father's lab for the first time. Blueprints and dreams were scattered everywhere, untouched by the years and tainted only with dust. Here was the armor his father had labored over, the brainchild that took up more of his attentions than his own son did. Wade was infatuated with the designs, and they shortly consumed him the way they had consumed his father. The science seemed sound, but Wade could see little flaws, and he could see the solutions, and he spent his nights scribbling them in with a dull pencil.
But the suit wouldn't build itself, and so Wade needed a job. His father had been smart, but a millionaire he never was. He applied everywhere, hailing himself as the prodigy he was, and finally, the manager of a McDonald's took a liking to the spirited boy. For a year, the big question was, "Do you want to make it a combo?"
It was a slow day when Floyd walked in and slapped a fistful of scratch cards on the counter. Wade didn't know his full name, but his manager always called the aging man Floyd. He'd been a regular since the store was built, before Wade was born, and talked about all the promos McDonald's shouldn't have stopped serving as he and the manager set to work, scratching away the latex with dimes. One of the cards fluttered to the floor and Wade picked it up. Floyd waved it off, saying he could have that one.
As luck would have it, the child genius hit the jackpot. He handed in his two weeks notice, (composed with great eloquence on a paper towel,) the very same day.
Now he could slave over the suit all he wanted, and so he did. For just over thirty thousand, he bought all the tools and materials and fire extinguishers he needed, and he would have finished it in three years, had he not met the brainy but beautiful Kara Hydra, his future wife.
He finished the suit in ten years, then. His scratch off winnings were running low, however, and soon after moving in with him and his mother, Kara suggested he get a job as a police officer. Wade was puzzled by the suggestion. He was already thirty, and he'd never pass the really physical portions of their tests. But didn't he have a really awesome super suit?
For what must have been the nth time, doors opened, and Wade Riker was hired on as a sort of RoboCop, more of a local joke than a real policeman until he proved his mettle(or perhaps more appropriately, his metal), totally bulletproof and a calvary all on his own. He served on the force for five years, until he was contacted by EJP's Hero League. Against Kara's insistence that they didn't pay well, he joined.
Powers:
~Strength:He has extreme strength that is required to wear the armor and move swiftly. He can push himself beyond most limits, but still has to deal with medical consequences later.
~Intelligence: Wade has incredible abilities of deduction and tactical thinking. He could outsmart most of the scientists of today's world easily, yet is too lazy to aply himself to something that isn't instantly gratifying.
Equipment: Wade's armor is filled to the brim with all kinds of lethal and non-lethal weapons. He uses all space availiable to him.
~Chain Gun: He has a large chain gun mounted onto his spine plate. It has an arm to lift it up to fire over his shoulder.
~Gatling Guns: He has two fifteen barrel gatling guns around each wrist. They can fire rubber or standard rounds.
~Flamethrower: The flame trhower is mounted inside the muzle of his helmet. It ha limited range but burns far hotter than any current flamethrower.
~Incendiary Crossbow: In each diamond plave on his forearms is a super powerful crossbow and twenty explosive-tipped arrows.
~Net Gun: He has a net cannon installed into his chest plate. It comes with three nets that can be electrified or not.
~Shock-Mine Layer: In each palm is a three stack of proximity mines. once he is out of range, if someone steps into range, they will be heavily electrocuted.
~Plasma Blade: A plasma blade can extend from each elbow joint and extend beyond his fist. He used these only under dire circumstances.
~Mortar Launcher: He has a mortar launcher in each knee, one round only.
~Rocket Boots: He has two propulsion engines on each foot. They can be used to fly for short ammounts of time, or to torch someone with a kick.
Weakness: Wade has an extreme fear of water. Anyone that uses water will be able to debilitate him with fear.
While his armor has no gaps to get through, any pyromancer could cook him inside it. It also isn't invulnerable to insanely strong melee attacks.
Wade has sickle-cell anemia and must rest when he becomes winded. He tries to finish a fight quickly because of this.