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Player: @AaronKorr
"He's got cold eyes. Definitely ex-military."
Biographical Data
Real Name: John/Jack (Goes by either) 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
Jessica and Jennifer McKinley, nieces
Age: 35
Height: 5' - 8"
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 101st airborne patch.
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Identity: Public
Years Active: 4 months
Citizenship: United States citizen
Occupation: Mechanic.
Education: K-12, vocational training through military.
Marital Status: Single
Known Powers and Abilities
Slightly above human durability. Kinetic manipulation and absorption.
Equipment and Paraphernalia
Tactical armor and several pouches with lead bearings.
Physical Attributes
Non-Physical Attributes
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Background and Origin

The interview

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."

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


Hey, usually I'm pretty easy going most of the time and there's not that much that really phases me, find some behavior a bit annoying though. Pretty open about most things and not exactly quiet but I do at times have a habit of just sitting with a drink and listening. Not much else to say really, if you're not a complete asshole or some little whiny man-child we should get along fine.


  • First and foremost is my family, don't lay a hand on my darling nieces if you know what's good for you.
  • 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 with pleasant company.
  • And love the metal man.


  • 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.
  • 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


Kinetic Absorption - He absorbs kinetic energy from any impact making him largely immune to direct physical assaults, and this in turn empowers his kinetic manipulation.

Kinetic Manipulation - he can manipulate the kinetic energy in any given object or even individuals directly depending on the power he has absorbed. At his base level he is limited in how much he can do making any attempt to lower the kinetic energy of a target largely ineffective, and kinetic blasts tend to be not much more powerful than his own fists. He can however accelerate small projectiles enough to do serious damage to anyone with baseline durability, nearly to the point of a typical firearm.

Physically Enhanced - Has higher than normal density and his durability directly scales with how much power he's holding.


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.


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


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

Charm Necklaces - He can sometimes be seen wearing a pair of small iron necklaces with various charms:

  • Well worn American nickel
  • Miniature horse shoe
  • Preserved four leaf clover in a plastic vial
  • Rabbit's foot
  • Pair of six sided die
  • Latin cross
  • Miniature Maneki Neko replica


Non-combat transportation -
1967 Shelby Cobra.

2015 Chevy Silverado.


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