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((Alright, here's one. Gonna make one more.))
SPLINTER
Derek Gutierrez
]Age: 33 // Sex: Male // Alignment: Villain
]Appearance: Derek is of average height, at 5'6", and solidly built, packed with muscle. His Mexican heritage is apparent in his tanned skin and dark hair and eyes. His face is rather blockish, with his harsh jawline and thin pointed nose being his most defining features. He keeps his hair short, cropped close in a military fashion. More often than not, when not in costume, Derek can be found wearing camo cargo pants and a tanktop, usually black. More often than not, he also wears a pair of mirrored sunglasses.
His costume, however, is simpler. He wears a fully covered helmet with a blacked out visor to protect not only himself, but also his identity. The rest of his suit is a black bulletproof mesh, reminiscent of a military tactical uniform. More often than not, this is supplemented by several utility belts full of his various weapons and devices, and a large gun of some sort.
Personality: Derek is brunt and callous, even to the small amount of people he knows. He is loath to call anyone a friend, preferring solitude in his line of work. He approaches every job he's given calm and professionally, with the militaristic efficiency that's been instilled in him from many long years serving as a PRT officer. He rarely talks about his past, mainly because he has not found anyone he trusts enough to talk to. His approach to strangers varies widely on the situation, but most often he tries to be polite. While in costume Derek is mainly silent, since he works alone. Derek hates tight spaces, and will avoid them if at all possible, to the point where he has declined jobs if they involve anything like vents or hiding in small enclosures.
Power: To say Derek is a cloner is an understatement. Derek's ability is unique in that all copies he makes of himself (by splitting, as his name suggests) are able to function on their own as him. As such, any one of the clones can take over as being the "host." This does limit the amount of clones Derek can have active at one time, however; he has only had a maximum of 7 out at a time before falling unconscious. Also, if any of his clones get too far separated, they simply disappear, returning to whichever Derek is currently hosting. The one downfall his power has is that if the host falls unconscious or dies, it takes a while before a new host is established among the remaining clones, leaving them rendered useless for that time. So long as at least one clone survives, though, Derek will recuperate his powers, given time.
History/Trigger Event: As a child, Derek was raised in the slums of Fallcliff with a rather bleak looking future ahead of him. His father was an active member of several crime circles, and as such was in and out of jail throughout Derek's childhood. His mother wasn't much better; she was drunk more often than not, and usually ignored young Derek. This left him to his own devices in a mainly hostile environment. It was looking more and more like Derek would be following in his father's footsteps, as food and money became increasingly hard to come by as Derek aged.
That was, until one event that changed everything. He was in a marketplace at the time, buying whatever food was cheapest, and pocketing whatever wasn't bulky and conspicuous. It was a normal day, until a man pulled a gun on the store clerk. Derek didn't even think twice before dropping everything and tackling the man, holding him down until an officer could arrive.
A few days later, that same officer found him and took him back to the station. Derek was sure he was about to be arrested for something or another, maybe the officer had seen the shoplifted food in his pockets? But that was not the case, as this officer actually commended Derek for his bravery, and promised him a spot in the police academy, should he be willing. Derek jumped at the opportunity to escape the life he was trapped in, and within a week was in the police academy.
He graduated within the top 10 of his class, having poured his entire being into what he did. It was only a few short years of service that he was offered a place in the PRT, a position he relished. Everything was going perfectly for Derek.
That was, until one job went sour. His squad had finally tracked a villain calling himself The Professor, who had been abducting and supposedly experimenting on citizens of the city. The breach into the Professor's lab was successful, but how could they have known that it was a trap? Derek was the last to fall victim to the strange gas that had filled the room after they had entered what was in fact an empty building, and woke up he knew not how much longer later.
Derek found himself strapped to a lab table, a blinding lamp trained on him. He could barely move--restraints as he later realized--and could only listen as a man he could only assume was the Professor explained his plight to Derek. Apparently he was researching Trigger Events, how different scenarios produce different powers in newly awakened Capes. And apparently Derek was the next victim of his experiments.
The pain lasted for hours, days, weeks, years, he could not tell. Every few minutes, the relentless pain would ease, only to start all over again. The only thought Derek could muster was, why have they not sent anyone for me yet? It became apparent when the pain did not stop: he had been abandoned. There wasn't anyone coming to save him. He was going to be this Professor's plaything until he died. It was in this moment of realization that it happened, his Trigger Event. Suddenly he felt hands pulling him off of the table, unplugging the devices, unstrapping the restraints. . .and with a start he realized they were his hands. Many pairs of his own hands pulling him off of the table and carrying him towards the door, towards escape. Derek, on the verge of unconsciousness, could only watch on passively. When he finally made it outside and to relative safety, he passed out.
After a few weeks to get somewhere safe and recover, Derek finally realized what had happened, and the extent of his newfound powers. After converting his newfound home, an abandoned apartment pad near the outskirts of town, into a home base of sorts, Derek began advertising himself to the underground as a hired mercenary. He wasn't about to go back to the people that had abandoned him. He could only trust himself, and the only way to do that was to work for himself. He did any job given to him, and used the money to slowly accumulate a rather impressive arsenal of gadgets and nonlethal weapons, along with a costume that hid his identity. Now under the guise of Splinter, he has begun making a name for himself, getting even more dangerous and well-paying jobs.
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Derek Gutierrez
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His costume, however, is simpler. He wears a fully covered helmet with a blacked out visor to protect not only himself, but also his identity. The rest of his suit is a black bulletproof mesh, reminiscent of a military tactical uniform. More often than not, this is supplemented by several utility belts full of his various weapons and devices, and a large gun of some sort.
Personality: Derek is brunt and callous, even to the small amount of people he knows. He is loath to call anyone a friend, preferring solitude in his line of work. He approaches every job he's given calm and professionally, with the militaristic efficiency that's been instilled in him from many long years serving as a PRT officer. He rarely talks about his past, mainly because he has not found anyone he trusts enough to talk to. His approach to strangers varies widely on the situation, but most often he tries to be polite. While in costume Derek is mainly silent, since he works alone. Derek hates tight spaces, and will avoid them if at all possible, to the point where he has declined jobs if they involve anything like vents or hiding in small enclosures.
Power: To say Derek is a cloner is an understatement. Derek's ability is unique in that all copies he makes of himself (by splitting, as his name suggests) are able to function on their own as him. As such, any one of the clones can take over as being the "host." This does limit the amount of clones Derek can have active at one time, however; he has only had a maximum of 7 out at a time before falling unconscious. Also, if any of his clones get too far separated, they simply disappear, returning to whichever Derek is currently hosting. The one downfall his power has is that if the host falls unconscious or dies, it takes a while before a new host is established among the remaining clones, leaving them rendered useless for that time. So long as at least one clone survives, though, Derek will recuperate his powers, given time.
History/Trigger Event: As a child, Derek was raised in the slums of Fallcliff with a rather bleak looking future ahead of him. His father was an active member of several crime circles, and as such was in and out of jail throughout Derek's childhood. His mother wasn't much better; she was drunk more often than not, and usually ignored young Derek. This left him to his own devices in a mainly hostile environment. It was looking more and more like Derek would be following in his father's footsteps, as food and money became increasingly hard to come by as Derek aged.
That was, until one event that changed everything. He was in a marketplace at the time, buying whatever food was cheapest, and pocketing whatever wasn't bulky and conspicuous. It was a normal day, until a man pulled a gun on the store clerk. Derek didn't even think twice before dropping everything and tackling the man, holding him down until an officer could arrive.
A few days later, that same officer found him and took him back to the station. Derek was sure he was about to be arrested for something or another, maybe the officer had seen the shoplifted food in his pockets? But that was not the case, as this officer actually commended Derek for his bravery, and promised him a spot in the police academy, should he be willing. Derek jumped at the opportunity to escape the life he was trapped in, and within a week was in the police academy.
He graduated within the top 10 of his class, having poured his entire being into what he did. It was only a few short years of service that he was offered a place in the PRT, a position he relished. Everything was going perfectly for Derek.
That was, until one job went sour. His squad had finally tracked a villain calling himself The Professor, who had been abducting and supposedly experimenting on citizens of the city. The breach into the Professor's lab was successful, but how could they have known that it was a trap? Derek was the last to fall victim to the strange gas that had filled the room after they had entered what was in fact an empty building, and woke up he knew not how much longer later.
Derek found himself strapped to a lab table, a blinding lamp trained on him. He could barely move--restraints as he later realized--and could only listen as a man he could only assume was the Professor explained his plight to Derek. Apparently he was researching Trigger Events, how different scenarios produce different powers in newly awakened Capes. And apparently Derek was the next victim of his experiments.
The pain lasted for hours, days, weeks, years, he could not tell. Every few minutes, the relentless pain would ease, only to start all over again. The only thought Derek could muster was, why have they not sent anyone for me yet? It became apparent when the pain did not stop: he had been abandoned. There wasn't anyone coming to save him. He was going to be this Professor's plaything until he died. It was in this moment of realization that it happened, his Trigger Event. Suddenly he felt hands pulling him off of the table, unplugging the devices, unstrapping the restraints. . .and with a start he realized they were his hands. Many pairs of his own hands pulling him off of the table and carrying him towards the door, towards escape. Derek, on the verge of unconsciousness, could only watch on passively. When he finally made it outside and to relative safety, he passed out.
After a few weeks to get somewhere safe and recover, Derek finally realized what had happened, and the extent of his newfound powers. After converting his newfound home, an abandoned apartment pad near the outskirts of town, into a home base of sorts, Derek began advertising himself to the underground as a hired mercenary. He wasn't about to go back to the people that had abandoned him. He could only trust himself, and the only way to do that was to work for himself. He did any job given to him, and used the money to slowly accumulate a rather impressive arsenal of gadgets and nonlethal weapons, along with a costume that hid his identity. Now under the guise of Splinter, he has begun making a name for himself, getting even more dangerous and well-paying jobs.
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