Post by question on Sept 19, 2010 7:08:49 GMT -5
Cbox Name: PTAV
Nicknames: Uh...PTAV, I guess?
Main Account: You mean main character account, or messenger? If character, Vic Sage is going to be the one I'm on the most. If messenger, poetryavenger@gmail.com
Who else do you play?: N/A
How did you find us?: Crawling through affiliates.
Category: DC
Name: Vic Sage (Birth name: Charles Victor Szasz)
Alias: The Question
Age: 35
Ranking: Vigilante
Physical Appearance:
In his role as a civilian, Vic has a weak spot for trench coats; namely brown ones, and fedoras. If he's not on the job or the weather doesn't call for a coat, he tends to hit the streets in a pair of jeans and a nice button-up shirt. He's a pretty imposing guy at 6', and he has a full head of reddish-orange hair.
Under the guise of the Question, however, Vic comes off as all business: a blue trench coat, black dress pants, a blue fedora, black tie, and an orange undershirt. He also wears gloves to prevent leaving behind any prints. His normally flaming hair color becomes a midnight black color - oh, and also, he has no face. His mask, combined with a special chemical called Pseudoderm, binds the mask to his face and gives him a ghastly appearance that he uses to his advantage with superstitious thugs.
Vic also carries scars, as a result of his vigilante activities. Most of them are concentrated on his arms and back, but there are a couple on his chest.
Personality: Vic is quite snarky when he wants to be, and he's not the one to pass up an opportunity to rib someone over something they find embarrassing, but overall he's a good guy. He's a very driven man, very dedicated to his job - not just his job as a freelance investigative journalist/detective, but to his job of discovering the truth. When it comes to chasing a lead he has a one-track mind, and not much can sway him from his current line of thought. As the Question, Vic is quiet, thoughtful, philosophical, and careful. 'Enigmatic' is an understatement when applied to him, and being a conspiracy theorist who believes everything is connected (some things more connected than others), he finds it hard to trust fully in someone. As he would likely say, however, it's not paranoia when people are actually after you.
Powers/Abilities: By and by, Vic is pretty much a normal human being; at least, as normal as he could be. He's been trained by Richard Dragon in martial arts, and he's well-accomplished at it, being at the sparring level of other vigilantes like Black Canary, Nightwing, and the second Green Arrow. He's also a world-class detective, on par with Batman's level - just not with all of his cool toys.
He does have a few otherworldly abilities, though: Vic is an 'urban shaman', able to communicate with cities and 'talk' to them. He's also been known to perceive a realm of shadows, and this has served to boost his reflexes and visual acuity to heightened levels: he can hurl things with pin-point accuracy, and he's even been known to deflect bullets with a butcher knife.
Equipment: Vic's belt-buckle contains a gas known as Pseudoderm, a gas which bonds a synthetic skin agent to normal human skin. His mask is made of this synthetic product, and the gas serves to affix it to his face. The mask also has thin filters near the cheeks to help protect him from biological weapons, tear gas, and toxins.
His clothes and hair are chemically treated in such a way that Pseudoderm, along with bonding his mask to his face, changes the color of his clothes and hair.
Other than that, Vic is very low-tech. On his person he usually carries zip-ties to restrain people, gas pellets, a small mag-lite flashlight with some dents and scratches, and various other nifty little tools.
Psychological Flaws: Vic is a dogged conspiracy theorist who suspects everyone and everything, and while he's right a lot of the time, this does take a toll on his love life and other relationships.
Due to his almost microscopic-like attention to detail while working a case, it's entirely possible that an unknown third party could come in and take him by surprise.
He also has the normal weakness against a telepathic assault, but he's been working to get over this weakness. It's been slow-going, however, and he's nowhere near the level he'd like to be at.
Physical Flaws: While his mask serves to hide his face and filter the air, that's all it does. It provides no added defense to his head, so a sufficiently strong hit to the head could incapacitate him.
He's trained himself in his costume and it's become like a second-skin to him, but in a situation where high winds are involved (hurricane-force or meta-generated) it could become quite cumbersome.
Other than making good use of his adrenaline gland, Vic is (almost) as fragile as any other normal person. A broken leg or rib will slow him down just like anyone else, and he heals just as slow as everyone else as well. It does take quite a bit more to keep him down than a normal person, though.
Other Flaws: For the most part, Vic has no way of harming a high-powered or well-armored meta (or otherwise similarly strong) being. In this situations, Vic is relegated to using his wits to keep himself and others out of danger.
Brief History: Vic Sage, born Charles Victor Szasz in the despot location of Hub City, was an unruly orphan who had a nasty reputation, and that's putting it nicely. While he was abused physically at the Christian orphanage he lived, that doesn't excuse what an ass he made of himself; some things stand out about others, the following in particular: breaking his girlfriend's nose when he was 18, beating up a college professor (who was a little man, aged 60, and with bad asthma), and beating up his drug pusher for supplying him with LSD - namely because he experienced self-doubt of his very own senses while under the influence of the drug. This perhaps influenced his political and philosophical views later on in his life, as well as his decision to take up the vigilante business.
After studying journalism in college, Vic started work at Hub City's KBEL news station as an investigative reporter. It was here that he thought he could do the most good, here that he thought he could help clean up his hometown and keep it clean by exposing the secrets and double-lives of the people who were employed to protect it. Eventually he was approached by one of his former professors, a man by the name of Aristotle Rodor (nicknamed "Tot" by Vic); Dr. Rodor had developed an artificial skin product along with another man named Dr. Twain under the name Pseudoderm. After running into some complications with the product, the two abandoned the project and took off on their own paths - but Rodor found out that Twain was going to illegally sell Pseudoderm to third world nations, ignoring the potential health risks and toxicity from the product when it was applied to open wounds. Vic promised to help stop Twain, but remarked that without a way to hide his identity, he couldn't take down Twain without exposing himself. Rodor suggested that he wear a mask of Pseudoderm, and using his disguise, Vic stopped the illegal sale, left Twain for the authorities, and then reported about it on the news for his coup-de-grace. Later on, Rodor modified the binary-gas that bonded the Pseudoderm; when the gas made contact with Vic's chemically treated hair or clothes, it would change their color; his hair from red to a dark black, and his suits and fedoras to a dark blue (with an orange undershirt).
Later on in his career as the Question, he ran afoul of a woman by the name of Lady Shiva. He was soundly defeated by her in personal combat - afterwards, he was beaten by a group of thugs, shot in the head with a pellet gun, and thrown into a nearby river to be left for dead. For reasons unexplained at the time, Lady Shiva saved Question and told him to seek out Richard Dragon. After healing up he does so, and he undergoes rigorous training that imparts him with a mastery of Dragon's brand of martial arts. After returning to Hub City he continued his line of work as a reporter, using his alter-ego to find the answers that Vic himself couldn't get to.
At the end of his time in Hub City, Vic underwent a strong trip, brought on by a hallucinogenic; during this, his subconscious communicated to him that he had to leave Hub City, or he would never be able to live happily. After a visit from Dragon, his former master called in his connection with Lady Shiva to get Vic and Rodor out of Hub City. Afterwards he spent a brief stint in South America in hopes of losing his alter-ego, but after getting drawn into a drug war he reluctantly acknowledged the fact that he couldn't live without the Question.
Reason for being on AM: That's pretty simple: Vic's never-ending search for the truth, no matter what it's shape or form.
Sample RP:
It was the dead of night when the back window of an office building shattered, scattering all over the bare carpeting inside. There was no resounding alarm, not even a silent one - the infiltrator had studied the buildings security systems, and it had been easy enough to disarm in the daytime. A little misdirection here, a little planted distraction there, a dozing security guard to top it all off, and Bob's your uncle.
Vic shouldered his way into the building, stepping lithely over the brick now sitting in the epicenter of the glass shards. He was humming one of those inane pop songs, the sort that gets played on the radio for days and days without end, the kind that no-one you know seems to like. It was infectious, and it wasn't like anyone was around to hear him do it.
Away from the sparse moonlight spilling in through the windows, he reached a hand into his pocket and pulled out a small mag-lite. As he turned it on the light flickered once, flickered twice, before he hit it against the heel of his free palm, to straighten it out. The flashlight was old and had quite a few scrapes from some unlucky encounters with knives, but it still served him well.
What he was looking for was on the top floor, and Vic ran over his case again as he moved forward towards the stairs, his gait long but measured. Someone had been kidnapping young college students, someone with ties to the local drug gangs. They could have just been 'whacked', as the mob guys say, but it didn't seem like that way to him. These kidnappings were too sophisticated, too clean for a gang. No trace of any of the victims, no last eye witness accounts, they were just gone. Poof, just like that. No, there was someone higher up involved in this, and he had quite a few ideas as to who it was. In order to be certain, however, he had to check up on some of his leads...and that meant breaking into the office of a well-respected senator.
The beam of light from his mag-lite illuminated a door at the far end of the hall, and Vic strode quietly over to it before stooping down and inspecting the lock; a deadbolt, and a good one, too. Then again, he'd never been a very good lock picker, but he did have his ways.
After a running start and a well placed kick, the door was down. There was a remarkable clatter, but no one stuck around this part of the city at night, so he figured he had about a half an hour before the authorities were even alerted. He crossed over to the lone desk in the room and, after having found nothing of real note in it's drawers, turned his interest to the computer.
As he booted it up, he thought back to how inept he'd been the first time he'd used a computer; granted, he hadn't been as clueless as others his age and older, but it was still quite a sobering fact. It brought to mind tech support gems like "where is the ANY key", and "my printer's on, but it isn't printing". Thankfully he was much better at this stuff than with lock-picking, and that was very obvious as he worked his way through the documents stored on the computer.
He drew a hand up to his faceless mask, rubbing his chin as he looked over several interesting documents. Of note was one titled "PROJECT AMBROSIA - TESTING; NEED SUBJECTS". "Hm. You've been a very busy boy, Senator Mason. We'll have to have a chat sometime." Deciding that he could find a use for most of the information, he inserted a usb drive and began the process of copying the files over, all the while tapping his foot and humming that incessant pop song.
By the time the police arrived, he'd been long gone.
Theme Songs:
As I Lay Dying - The Sound Of Truth
Paramore - Conspiracy
Nicknames: Uh...PTAV, I guess?
Main Account: You mean main character account, or messenger? If character, Vic Sage is going to be the one I'm on the most. If messenger, poetryavenger@gmail.com
Who else do you play?: N/A
How did you find us?: Crawling through affiliates.
Category: DC
Name: Vic Sage (Birth name: Charles Victor Szasz)
Alias: The Question
Age: 35
Ranking: Vigilante
Physical Appearance:
In his role as a civilian, Vic has a weak spot for trench coats; namely brown ones, and fedoras. If he's not on the job or the weather doesn't call for a coat, he tends to hit the streets in a pair of jeans and a nice button-up shirt. He's a pretty imposing guy at 6', and he has a full head of reddish-orange hair.
Under the guise of the Question, however, Vic comes off as all business: a blue trench coat, black dress pants, a blue fedora, black tie, and an orange undershirt. He also wears gloves to prevent leaving behind any prints. His normally flaming hair color becomes a midnight black color - oh, and also, he has no face. His mask, combined with a special chemical called Pseudoderm, binds the mask to his face and gives him a ghastly appearance that he uses to his advantage with superstitious thugs.
Vic also carries scars, as a result of his vigilante activities. Most of them are concentrated on his arms and back, but there are a couple on his chest.
Personality: Vic is quite snarky when he wants to be, and he's not the one to pass up an opportunity to rib someone over something they find embarrassing, but overall he's a good guy. He's a very driven man, very dedicated to his job - not just his job as a freelance investigative journalist/detective, but to his job of discovering the truth. When it comes to chasing a lead he has a one-track mind, and not much can sway him from his current line of thought. As the Question, Vic is quiet, thoughtful, philosophical, and careful. 'Enigmatic' is an understatement when applied to him, and being a conspiracy theorist who believes everything is connected (some things more connected than others), he finds it hard to trust fully in someone. As he would likely say, however, it's not paranoia when people are actually after you.
Powers/Abilities: By and by, Vic is pretty much a normal human being; at least, as normal as he could be. He's been trained by Richard Dragon in martial arts, and he's well-accomplished at it, being at the sparring level of other vigilantes like Black Canary, Nightwing, and the second Green Arrow. He's also a world-class detective, on par with Batman's level - just not with all of his cool toys.
He does have a few otherworldly abilities, though: Vic is an 'urban shaman', able to communicate with cities and 'talk' to them. He's also been known to perceive a realm of shadows, and this has served to boost his reflexes and visual acuity to heightened levels: he can hurl things with pin-point accuracy, and he's even been known to deflect bullets with a butcher knife.
Equipment: Vic's belt-buckle contains a gas known as Pseudoderm, a gas which bonds a synthetic skin agent to normal human skin. His mask is made of this synthetic product, and the gas serves to affix it to his face. The mask also has thin filters near the cheeks to help protect him from biological weapons, tear gas, and toxins.
His clothes and hair are chemically treated in such a way that Pseudoderm, along with bonding his mask to his face, changes the color of his clothes and hair.
Other than that, Vic is very low-tech. On his person he usually carries zip-ties to restrain people, gas pellets, a small mag-lite flashlight with some dents and scratches, and various other nifty little tools.
Weaknesses
Psychological Flaws: Vic is a dogged conspiracy theorist who suspects everyone and everything, and while he's right a lot of the time, this does take a toll on his love life and other relationships.
Due to his almost microscopic-like attention to detail while working a case, it's entirely possible that an unknown third party could come in and take him by surprise.
He also has the normal weakness against a telepathic assault, but he's been working to get over this weakness. It's been slow-going, however, and he's nowhere near the level he'd like to be at.
Physical Flaws: While his mask serves to hide his face and filter the air, that's all it does. It provides no added defense to his head, so a sufficiently strong hit to the head could incapacitate him.
He's trained himself in his costume and it's become like a second-skin to him, but in a situation where high winds are involved (hurricane-force or meta-generated) it could become quite cumbersome.
Other than making good use of his adrenaline gland, Vic is (almost) as fragile as any other normal person. A broken leg or rib will slow him down just like anyone else, and he heals just as slow as everyone else as well. It does take quite a bit more to keep him down than a normal person, though.
Other Flaws: For the most part, Vic has no way of harming a high-powered or well-armored meta (or otherwise similarly strong) being. In this situations, Vic is relegated to using his wits to keep himself and others out of danger.
Brief History: Vic Sage, born Charles Victor Szasz in the despot location of Hub City, was an unruly orphan who had a nasty reputation, and that's putting it nicely. While he was abused physically at the Christian orphanage he lived, that doesn't excuse what an ass he made of himself; some things stand out about others, the following in particular: breaking his girlfriend's nose when he was 18, beating up a college professor (who was a little man, aged 60, and with bad asthma), and beating up his drug pusher for supplying him with LSD - namely because he experienced self-doubt of his very own senses while under the influence of the drug. This perhaps influenced his political and philosophical views later on in his life, as well as his decision to take up the vigilante business.
After studying journalism in college, Vic started work at Hub City's KBEL news station as an investigative reporter. It was here that he thought he could do the most good, here that he thought he could help clean up his hometown and keep it clean by exposing the secrets and double-lives of the people who were employed to protect it. Eventually he was approached by one of his former professors, a man by the name of Aristotle Rodor (nicknamed "Tot" by Vic); Dr. Rodor had developed an artificial skin product along with another man named Dr. Twain under the name Pseudoderm. After running into some complications with the product, the two abandoned the project and took off on their own paths - but Rodor found out that Twain was going to illegally sell Pseudoderm to third world nations, ignoring the potential health risks and toxicity from the product when it was applied to open wounds. Vic promised to help stop Twain, but remarked that without a way to hide his identity, he couldn't take down Twain without exposing himself. Rodor suggested that he wear a mask of Pseudoderm, and using his disguise, Vic stopped the illegal sale, left Twain for the authorities, and then reported about it on the news for his coup-de-grace. Later on, Rodor modified the binary-gas that bonded the Pseudoderm; when the gas made contact with Vic's chemically treated hair or clothes, it would change their color; his hair from red to a dark black, and his suits and fedoras to a dark blue (with an orange undershirt).
Later on in his career as the Question, he ran afoul of a woman by the name of Lady Shiva. He was soundly defeated by her in personal combat - afterwards, he was beaten by a group of thugs, shot in the head with a pellet gun, and thrown into a nearby river to be left for dead. For reasons unexplained at the time, Lady Shiva saved Question and told him to seek out Richard Dragon. After healing up he does so, and he undergoes rigorous training that imparts him with a mastery of Dragon's brand of martial arts. After returning to Hub City he continued his line of work as a reporter, using his alter-ego to find the answers that Vic himself couldn't get to.
At the end of his time in Hub City, Vic underwent a strong trip, brought on by a hallucinogenic; during this, his subconscious communicated to him that he had to leave Hub City, or he would never be able to live happily. After a visit from Dragon, his former master called in his connection with Lady Shiva to get Vic and Rodor out of Hub City. Afterwards he spent a brief stint in South America in hopes of losing his alter-ego, but after getting drawn into a drug war he reluctantly acknowledged the fact that he couldn't live without the Question.
Reason for being on AM: That's pretty simple: Vic's never-ending search for the truth, no matter what it's shape or form.
Sample RP:
It was the dead of night when the back window of an office building shattered, scattering all over the bare carpeting inside. There was no resounding alarm, not even a silent one - the infiltrator had studied the buildings security systems, and it had been easy enough to disarm in the daytime. A little misdirection here, a little planted distraction there, a dozing security guard to top it all off, and Bob's your uncle.
Vic shouldered his way into the building, stepping lithely over the brick now sitting in the epicenter of the glass shards. He was humming one of those inane pop songs, the sort that gets played on the radio for days and days without end, the kind that no-one you know seems to like. It was infectious, and it wasn't like anyone was around to hear him do it.
Away from the sparse moonlight spilling in through the windows, he reached a hand into his pocket and pulled out a small mag-lite. As he turned it on the light flickered once, flickered twice, before he hit it against the heel of his free palm, to straighten it out. The flashlight was old and had quite a few scrapes from some unlucky encounters with knives, but it still served him well.
What he was looking for was on the top floor, and Vic ran over his case again as he moved forward towards the stairs, his gait long but measured. Someone had been kidnapping young college students, someone with ties to the local drug gangs. They could have just been 'whacked', as the mob guys say, but it didn't seem like that way to him. These kidnappings were too sophisticated, too clean for a gang. No trace of any of the victims, no last eye witness accounts, they were just gone. Poof, just like that. No, there was someone higher up involved in this, and he had quite a few ideas as to who it was. In order to be certain, however, he had to check up on some of his leads...and that meant breaking into the office of a well-respected senator.
The beam of light from his mag-lite illuminated a door at the far end of the hall, and Vic strode quietly over to it before stooping down and inspecting the lock; a deadbolt, and a good one, too. Then again, he'd never been a very good lock picker, but he did have his ways.
After a running start and a well placed kick, the door was down. There was a remarkable clatter, but no one stuck around this part of the city at night, so he figured he had about a half an hour before the authorities were even alerted. He crossed over to the lone desk in the room and, after having found nothing of real note in it's drawers, turned his interest to the computer.
As he booted it up, he thought back to how inept he'd been the first time he'd used a computer; granted, he hadn't been as clueless as others his age and older, but it was still quite a sobering fact. It brought to mind tech support gems like "where is the ANY key", and "my printer's on, but it isn't printing". Thankfully he was much better at this stuff than with lock-picking, and that was very obvious as he worked his way through the documents stored on the computer.
He drew a hand up to his faceless mask, rubbing his chin as he looked over several interesting documents. Of note was one titled "PROJECT AMBROSIA - TESTING; NEED SUBJECTS". "Hm. You've been a very busy boy, Senator Mason. We'll have to have a chat sometime." Deciding that he could find a use for most of the information, he inserted a usb drive and began the process of copying the files over, all the while tapping his foot and humming that incessant pop song.
By the time the police arrived, he'd been long gone.
Theme Songs:
As I Lay Dying - The Sound Of Truth
Paramore - Conspiracy
