Difference between revisions of "Revolution"

Beginnings

During his first days, he mostly did community based acts, such as helping the elderly cross the street, finding a lost pet or giving food to the poor, eventually gaining somewhat of a positive reputation among his local community. He would eventually escalate to stopping armed robberies, drug busts as well as personal favors from distressed civilians. His actions would inevitably catch the ire of the crime lord Tengu who would send hitmen and hired muscle after Revolution forcing him to always be watching his back every time he went out on patrol.

His inexperience coupled with his paranoia would cause a friend of the family to discover his secret identity, nearly threatened to expose his secret to his family before reconsidering under the condition that he act as Revolution’s navigator and contact under the moniker Samson the next time Revolution went out to the streets. To back up his argument Samson began supplying him with all the weapons, ammunition and gear he could ever need, even renovating his basement to be used as a base of operations.

Since then with Samson’s help, Revolution has gained newfound confidence and courage, reinforcing his convictions to bring order to the streets.

Chaos Chronicle

Feeling the need to document his hero life, Revolution created a personal diary he calls his "Chaos Chronicle" to keep track of events that happen when he goes out on patrol.

Chaos Chronicle: Entry 1

"I feel the need to create a journal of my secret life, I can no longer stand by and watch as my world slowly burns, which is why I'm creating this "Chaos Chronicle" to explain why I do what I do and how I justify my actions.

For one, I take no pleasure in delivering judgement, but when the system fails us one must take matters into their own hands for the greater good, evil reaps what evil sows. That doesn't mean I don't love my fellow man, I believe in forgiveness and I'm willing to aid those who ask for it, be it hero or villain. I mustn't forget my identity's responsibilities however, thank goodness I worked hard enough at my day job beforehand to be allowed excuses for my absents or my rear would be glass. (Or is it grass? I forget.) I just hope my folks don't find out why I disappear periodically, it's bad enough Ariel knows, he said he wouldn't tell my family if he was allowed to guide me as SAMSON, kinda glad things turned out okay in the end, glad I got someone looking over my shoulder when I go out on patrol. However, I must lament over the cops giving me a hard time so there's the frustration of having to avoid them alltogether, fortunately not too hard to do after Ariel gave me a cop scanner in addition to all the gadgets I could need. (He basically sold me on working together after that whole thing)

Not sure how to close this entry, I guess I'll end with a quote from Thomas Jefferson: Resistance to injustice is obedience to god."

Chaos Chronicle: Entry 2

“Snapped a thug’s spine in half today, tore off another’s bottom jaw, one lost his eyes after I plunged my thumbs into them.

They jumped me when I was just coming home from work, they thought I was an easy target and they paid heavily for it.

But the worst part is I enjoyed every moment of it, felt a rush of euphoria upon feeling his spine break on my knee, when I heard flesh and sinew tear upon losing his jaw, the wet sounds of eyes popping, I enjoyed it all.

It scares me deeply, the last thing I want is to lose control and end up turning into the very people I put in the morgue. Which is why I’m writing this down as a reminder to myself not to lose sight of what I fight for.

As Friedrich once said: He who fights monsters must see to it he himself doesn’t become a monster.”

Chaos Chronicle: Entry 3

"God it's been so long since I wrote in this, I don't even remember how long it's been, everything just feels like a blur. I'm not saying I'm a Speedster because I'm not, just feels like so much time had passed in the blink of an eye.

I can't remember much of anything in that time either besides just my sorrows knowing all my friends are gone, made me quit being the Revolution for a long while. Why fight for a world that cares little to nothing about you? What is there to even fight for if not for those you care about? But what happens when those very people are gone? What happens when you need them most?

It doesn't matter anymore because I know now I need to keep going, the world needs the Revolutionary, but this time things will be different. I'm not just gonna be some thug on the streets beating down street scum, now those with hands stained by the blood of the innocent masses will not escape me, I will promise the guilty and wicked of the world one singular thing above all else:

ALL WILL BE JUDGED!"

Perks

Skills

Fireams - Has been well trained in the use of firearms due to his frequent visits to the gun ranges.

Basic Medical training - Knows his way around stitching and/or bandaging a wound, CPR and other basic medical related things.

Hand-to-Hand combat - Has been well trained in close quarter combat due to his frequent visits to the gym.

Quirks

Sensitive - His emotions are like that of an antique vase, push him emotionally too hard and he breaks.

Short temper - Just like as listed above but instead can go berserk if pushed too far.

Iron Will - Has a tendency to be stubborn and headstrong going so far as to ignore a great deal of pain.

Empathic - Tends to be able to pick up more on social cues primarily from his willingness to lend his ear to those in distress.

Gear and Equipment

Gear

Guns, Grenades and Close Quarters weapons (See "Equipment and Paraphernalia" for more)

Ballistic Mask and Kevlar Vest w/ elbow and knee pads

Makeshift Grappling hook w/ rope

Motorcycle (Primary form of transportation)

Friends/Allies

NAME CLASSIFIED (Samson)

A friend who grew up in New Jersey and lived with Nathan's family for a while. Is the source of Nathan's resources for armaments and equipment.

General Perception