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==<div valign="bottom" style="background: #347C17; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: left; margin:0 auto 0 auto; font-size:125%; height:25px; border: solid 5px #81807F;">'''Background and Origin'''</div>== | ==<div valign="bottom" style="background: #347C17; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: left; margin:0 auto 0 auto; font-size:125%; height:25px; border: solid 5px #81807F;">'''Background and Origin'''</div>== | ||
===<div style="color: #347C17; text-align: left; margin: 0 auto 0 auto; font-size: 100%;">'''The interview'''</div>=== | ===<div style="color: #347C17; text-align: left; margin: 0 auto 0 auto; font-size: 100%;">'''The interview'''</div>=== | ||
| − | <div style="text-indent:40px;"> | + | <div style="text-indent:40px;">John leans back getting comfortable in the nearest chair "So you wanna know about ol' Johnny eh? Well I think I can oblige. As you might have heard I'm a local boy, grew up here when it used to be called Detroit. Yup, one of the lucky survivors of that day. In case you didn't know, that also happened to be my birthday..." He turns and flips off the camera a moment "That's for you if you're watching." He shakes his head a moment coughing "A*beep*ole. Pardon my french. Yeah worst birthday ever, and we didn't all make it out. Pa was a fire fighter, God rest his soul. Got called in when it all happened. D*bleep* hero right there ya ask me. But you wanted to hear about me right? Not much special about my school years. Linebacker in high school, could've had a scholarship but I signed up to serve fresh out of school." |
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| + | He chuckles softly "Something about that life that stuck with me, the hard work, the discipline. Just couldn't live a soft life after that. Some out there might be saying it just turns young men into killing machines but I'd wager they never served. Anywho when my unit was deployed in the Middle East I ended up getting a bit of a nickname with a buddy of mine who had to keep patching me up. Took shrapnel in a few places all on different occasions. Jack Flak he started calling me, and it spread out a bit from there. Put my neck on the line a bit for my unit too catching flak in a more figurative means at times. Don't regret my tour of duty one bit, but I was called to serve in another fashion after my prolonged stay as a P.O.W." He grunts "Prisoner my arse, me and my unit walked right into an ambush. Gave as good as we got but it wasn't enough, they took a handful of us alive. Me, Fredericks, Johnson, and the new guy Reeves. These a*bleep*oles thought they'd have fun with us. Teach the Americans a lesson or somethin'. | ||
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| + | Did what I could to take most of the flak for what was left of my unit, got the scars to prove it. Reeves though, didn't see much action and didn't know when to keep his mouth shut. One day just snapped took down one of them and caught several rounds for his trouble. Kid shouldn't have been there, none of us should've. But that's war right?" He shakes his head solemnly "Real shame it happened when it did, if he could've kept his head... Well lets say things got interesting, and real strange at that. One day thought they'd beat on me again for fun and something just finally snapped in me, I like to think the Lord decided I'd been through enough. Every blow, they struck me with well, didn't feel a thing. Thought I was just numb from pain but it actually felt good after awhile. Took awhile to figure out but when I did. I got me and my boys out. Just another day and suddenly when they come and drag me outta my cell the jailor took a stone through his bleeding skull. It was like I hit him with an AP round and it was just a little pebble. I kept the other two with me yelling at them to stay behind me while I fought the way free, I took so many shots and not a one did any damage. You can bet they were confused at that, nothing seemed to slow me down and I just threw them around like rag dolls without even laying a hand on them. Eventually made our way out with some supplies to survive the trip and made it to one of our camps for debriefing and medical treatment." | ||
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| + | He shrugs slightly "So after all that, we ended up getting medals slapped on us for our service and shortly after I was given an honorable discharge considering my unusual circumstances. I gather they thought I could be an asset but also a hazard without the necessary training. So I returned home though not before being flown all over for similar interviews. Because someone decided I was a hero, and they felt the need to have me paraded around the country." he laughs at that "Typical PR stunt I guess. But you'd know more about that than I would. But there you are story of how just another soldier ended up as something more and a local to boot. I'm sure the viewers will eat that up, or not. I wouldn't know." | ||
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==<div valign="bottom" style="background: #347C17; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: left; margin:0 auto 0 auto; font-size:125%; height:25px; border: solid 5px #81807F;">'''Personality and Preferences'''</div>== | ==<div valign="bottom" style="background: #347C17; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: left; margin:0 auto 0 auto; font-size:125%; height:25px; border: solid 5px #81807F;">'''Personality and Preferences'''</div>== | ||
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*Whiners, enough said. Got a problem? Do something about it instead of crying at some random stranger. | *Whiners, enough said. Got a problem? Do something about it instead of crying at some random stranger. | ||
*And don't get me started on "Mister kill count". That shit didn't fly in my unit and it doesn't fly here. | *And don't get me started on "Mister kill count". That shit didn't fly in my unit and it doesn't fly here. | ||
| + | *The number 13. | ||
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===<div style="color: #347C17; text-align: left; margin: 0 auto 0 auto; font-size: 100%;">'''Weaknesses'''</div>=== | ===<div style="color: #347C17; text-align: left; margin: 0 auto 0 auto; font-size: 100%;">'''Weaknesses'''</div>=== | ||
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| − | + | '''Triskaidekaphobic -''' He is superstitious and has a specific fear of the number 13. | |
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| + | '''Non-kinetic attacks -''' While he is particularly potent against those employing physical assaults against him he has no specific defenses against most other types of attacks. | ||
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==<div valign="bottom" style="background: #347C17; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: left; margin:0 auto 0 auto; font-size:125%; height:25px; border: solid 5px #81807F;">'''Gear and Equipment'''</div>== | ==<div valign="bottom" style="background: #347C17; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: left; margin:0 auto 0 auto; font-size:125%; height:25px; border: solid 5px #81807F;">'''Gear and Equipment'''</div>== | ||
===<div style="color: #347C17; text-align: left; margin: 0 auto 0 auto; font-size: 100%;">'''Weapons'''</div>=== | ===<div style="color: #347C17; text-align: left; margin: 0 auto 0 auto; font-size: 100%;">'''Weapons'''</div>=== | ||
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| − | ''' | + | '''Various sizes of shots -''' Anything from small pellets to large ball bearings that he can turn into deadly projectiles through kinetic manipulation by accelerating them at high speeds. |
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===<div style="color: #347C17; text-align: left; margin: 0 auto 0 auto; font-size: 100%;">'''Other Equipment'''</div>=== | ===<div style="color: #347C17; text-align: left; margin: 0 auto 0 auto; font-size: 100%;">'''Other Equipment'''</div>=== | ||
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| Flak | ||||||||||
| Player: @AaronKorr | ||||||||||
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| "He's got cold eyes. Definitely ex-military." | ||||||||||
| Biographical Data | ||||||||||
| Real Name: | John McKinley | |||||||||
| Known Aliases: | Flak / Jack Flak | |||||||||
| Gender: | Male | |||||||||
| Species: | Human | |||||||||
| Ethnicity: | Caucasian | |||||||||
| Place of Birth: | Detroit, Michigan | |||||||||
| Base of Operations: | Millenium City | |||||||||
| Relatives: | Linda Mckinley, mother Sarah McKinley, sister | |||||||||
| Characteristics | ||||||||||
| Age: | 35 | |||||||||
| Height: | 6' - 0" | |||||||||
| Weight: | 180 lbs | |||||||||
| Eyes: | light blue | |||||||||
| Hair: | Black | |||||||||
| Complexion: | Slightly tanned | |||||||||
| Physical Build: | Athletic | |||||||||
| Physical Features: | Heavily scarred, most visibly being along his right eye with the rest typically covered. Rarely seen without his beret showing a worn unit patch. | |||||||||
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| Identity: | Public | |||||||||
| Years Active: | 2 years | |||||||||
| Citizenship: | United States citizen | |||||||||
| Occupation: | Mechanic. | |||||||||
| Education: | K-12, vocational training through military. | |||||||||
| Marital Status: | Single | |||||||||
| Known Powers and Abilities | ||||||||||
| Slightly above human durability and reflexes. Kinetic manipulation. | ||||||||||
| Equipment and Paraphernalia | ||||||||||
| Tactical armor and several pouches with lead bearings. | ||||||||||
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Contents
Background and Origin
The interview
He chuckles softly "Something about that life that stuck with me, the hard work, the discipline. Just couldn't live a soft life after that. Some out there might be saying it just turns young men into killing machines but I'd wager they never served. Anywho when my unit was deployed in the Middle East I ended up getting a bit of a nickname with a buddy of mine who had to keep patching me up. Took shrapnel in a few places all on different occasions. Jack Flak he started calling me, and it spread out a bit from there. Put my neck on the line a bit for my unit too catching flak in a more figurative means at times. Don't regret my tour of duty one bit, but I was called to serve in another fashion after my prolonged stay as a P.O.W." He grunts "Prisoner my arse, me and my unit walked right into an ambush. Gave as good as we got but it wasn't enough, they took a handful of us alive. Me, Fredericks, Johnson, and the new guy Reeves. These a*bleep*oles thought they'd have fun with us. Teach the Americans a lesson or somethin'.
Did what I could to take most of the flak for what was left of my unit, got the scars to prove it. Reeves though, didn't see much action and didn't know when to keep his mouth shut. One day just snapped took down one of them and caught several rounds for his trouble. Kid shouldn't have been there, none of us should've. But that's war right?" He shakes his head solemnly "Real shame it happened when it did, if he could've kept his head... Well lets say things got interesting, and real strange at that. One day thought they'd beat on me again for fun and something just finally snapped in me, I like to think the Lord decided I'd been through enough. Every blow, they struck me with well, didn't feel a thing. Thought I was just numb from pain but it actually felt good after awhile. Took awhile to figure out but when I did. I got me and my boys out. Just another day and suddenly when they come and drag me outta my cell the jailor took a stone through his bleeding skull. It was like I hit him with an AP round and it was just a little pebble. I kept the other two with me yelling at them to stay behind me while I fought the way free, I took so many shots and not a one did any damage. You can bet they were confused at that, nothing seemed to slow me down and I just threw them around like rag dolls without even laying a hand on them. Eventually made our way out with some supplies to survive the trip and made it to one of our camps for debriefing and medical treatment."
He shrugs slightly "So after all that, we ended up getting medals slapped on us for our service and shortly after I was given an honorable discharge considering my unusual circumstances. I gather they thought I could be an asset but also a hazard without the necessary training. So I returned home though not before being flown all over for similar interviews. Because someone decided I was a hero, and they felt the need to have me paraded around the country." he laughs at that "Typical PR stunt I guess. But you'd know more about that than I would. But there you are story of how just another soldier ended up as something more and a local to boot. I'm sure the viewers will eat that up, or not. I wouldn't know."
Personality and Preferences
Personality
Likes
- Hockey, lots of hockey. Don't get between me and my game man.
- Staying fit.
- Tinkering with classics.
- Showing off my baby, '67 Shelby Cobra.
- Love a good drink wwith pleasant company.
- And love the metal man.
Dislikes
- Man racists and extremists just piss me off.
- Those jerks that just can't take a joke, chill out man you'll burst a vessel.
- Yeah and those types that don't know me at all yet they have to share their life story.
- Whiners, enough said. Got a problem? Do something about it instead of crying at some random stranger.
- And don't get me started on "Mister kill count". That shit didn't fly in my unit and it doesn't fly here.
- The number 13.
Powers, Skills, and Weaknesses
Powers
Kinetic Manipulation - The ability to store and transfer kinetic energy making physical assault a dubious prospect at best while allowing him to 'throw' projectiles at subsonic and even supersonic speeds. He can also drain said energy from projectiles in a small area around him allowing him to in essence serve as a bullet shield for allies. And while it is possible to directly use stored energy through a melee attack his body is not built for the stress typically resulting in broken bones and worse.
Enhanced Durability - He has just above human durability and regeneration depending on the stored amount of energy he has. Unfortunately this is not enough to counter the above effects.
Skills
Military Training - He is fully trained with most forms of small arms and.
CQC Training - He is likewise well versed in marine hand to hand.
Mechanic - He is an adept mechanic and due to years of tinkering is experienced enough to know how to jury rig most modern and older engines and electronics.
Weaknesses
Triskaidekaphobic - He is superstitious and has a specific fear of the number 13.
Non-kinetic attacks - While he is particularly potent against those employing physical assaults against him he has no specific defenses against most other types of attacks.
Gear and Equipment
Weapons
Various sizes of shots - Anything from small pellets to large ball bearings that he can turn into deadly projectiles through kinetic manipulation by accelerating them at high speeds.
Other Equipment
Transportation
Non-combat transportation -
1967 Shelby Cobra.
Relationships
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