Post by Kid Amazo on Jan 1, 2013 19:46:21 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, border: 10px solid #f1e3b4; width: 450px; background-color: #f6f7f1;] PERSONAL FILE HIGHLY CLASSIFIED AND CONFIDENTIAL  GENERAL INFORMATION NAME: Frank Halloran ALIAS: Kid Amazo GENDER: Male AGE: 2 years (See: Origins/History) OCCUPATION: College Student Dropout ALIGNMENT: Good AFFILIATION(S): N/A PHYSICAL PROFILE HEIGHT: 6’2” WEIGHT: 200 lbs. EYES: Brown HAIR: Blonde CLASSFICATION: Cyborg UNUSUAL FEATURES: N/A BEHAVIOR PROFILE While it is true that he was created with one foul intention in mind – the destruction of the Justice League. However since the revelation of this, Frank has never been more committed to rebel against his ‘parents’ ever before in his life. Powerful he may be, he is also very vulnerable, every friend and enemy he ever knew prior to being awakened was a lie, with no one to turn to, he has been forced to weather insult to injury at every step of the way. At his core, Frank is a considerate, mostly honest, and intelligent young man though still yet suffers from a good deal of trauma which comes with learning your father is an amoral, mostly sapient, machine built for violence. Kid Amazo is a scholar, a former college student who is still highly inspired by Friedrich Nietzsche’s concept of the ‘Übermensch’. This encouraged him to excel and aspire to greatness and still does despite being only half-human. Aside from that, Frank was set on taking a major in Philosophy prior the learning the truth of himself, he absorbed knowledge from great philosophers of the time, even went so far as to use their knowledge with those he respected or was close to, such as nicknaming Batman as ‘Socrates’, or his ex-girlfriend. Frank was a fairly thoughtful young man, though he was more than likely a nihilist or atheist, which he made clear to his girlfriend and joked every now and again, he would also make it clear he meant no offense. He once claimed he would gladly have sacrificed his newfound powers in exchange for his ex, which admittedly were more trouble than they were worth. At times he came off as a bit awkward and displayed moments where he would insult himself for various shortcomings which probably stem from his perfectionist nature. Since nearly dying with his fight with the Justice League, his mental stability has managed to balance out more or less, however Frank still bears a great deal of unresolved resentment to them due to how they treated him like a heartless machine, a deranged monster, and seemed to do all they could to ensure that he became the monster they wanted him to become. DOCUMENTED HISTORY Frank Halloran, originally designed to believe that he was 21 and evenutually had a falling out with his parents when he revealed he no long wanted to go to church or be a Christian. In reality, these memories were implanted into an infant infused with the biomechanical tissue from Amazo, the plan was so that he would instead be able to masquerade as a human as well as have a healthy enough state of being to embrace his destiny. However, Professor Ivo’s plans were put to a halt when an earthquake damaged the machines which kept Kid Amazo in a suspended state and also allowed Frank to maintain his freedom as he escaped and resumed a life that made sense, managing to most likely use his limited super-intelligence to land him a grant to a college where he could resume his life where it made sense. After some time, he met Professor Ivo’s daughter, his mother, Sara Shapiro. Acting as his covert handler, she attempts to subvert him once he encounters the Justice League after losing track of Amazo, however cannot entirely see eye to eye with her hostility towards them initially. Shortly after a brush with death in the form of a collapsing building and encountering the league, he is then confronted by Amazo who reveals he is Frank’s true father and reveals that everything he ever knew was a lie. Skeptical, he argues with Amazo until he is dropped off a tall building crashing down into a dumpster and astonishingly enough discovers that Amazo was not lying – otherwise he would no doubt be dead as opposed to merely stunned. Conflicted, Frank decides not to tell his girlfriend and soon encounters Amazo again in an attempt to have a ‘father and son’ moment, burrows into the earth underneath the city, coaxing Frank to follow where the two trigger an earthquake. Unaware of what he did, Frank attempts to follow Amazo back to the surface only to be staggered and daunted by the task of returning to the surface despite his powers to be rescued by his father. Upon learning of what he had done, Frank travels back to reverse the earthquake much to the chagrin of his father. Again conflicted and unable to tell Sara of what has occurred, he decides to dabble in chemistry (and probably using intelligence from a combination of Bruce and Kent’s powers) invents a new fabric he dubs ‘Frankenstein Latex’ however he is interrupted by Sara who becomes irate with him and attempts to storm off with Frank trying to explain only to be interrupted by Wonder Woman, ever suspicious of Kid Amazo from the start. Frank, while down in the dumps, is nonetheless able to throw together the costume he was working on to make his first foray into super heroics. Breaking up a robbery, his outing as ‘The Kid’ had mild success, while he did restrain and stop a gang of violent bikers from robbing a bank, his motives were questioned by law enforcement and when they attempted to stop him from leaving, Frank accidentally injured a police officer in attempting to escape. Now Sara, who knew all along but now had a proper reason, finally meets up with Frank to tell him that they are through. This causes Frank to shift from being heroic to villainous; much how the Flash and Wonder Woman always wanted him to be. He eventually breaks out villains he apprehended, breaks into the batcave using a power Amazo himself never possessed, and generally acts more like someone crying out for help than legitimately evil. However things finally go belly up as he soon discovers that his mother is actually his ex-girlfriend. Unable to cope with the shock and Fed up with being treated like a monster, a criminal, he decides to act like one as he holds his ex-girlfriend hostage demanding Wonder Woman who, despite feeling attraction for, feels he legitimately has a reason to hate her for ruining his life quite purposefully and demands she come with threat of harm to Sara. As such, Wally and Wonder Woman arrive and in a haste, Kid Amazo lands the first blow and proceeds to use his ability to read, interpret and utilize the nuances in her personality coupled with knowledge of her powers to counter her every move. He goes on to further outrace the flash by predicting his movements and maneuvering himself in a way that denies the Flash the edge, incapacitates and disguises himself as Batman, and uses batman’s Kryptonite Ring as a means to reduce Superman’s fighting capacity while he virtually mops the floor with the league. It isn’t until Bruce comes up with the idea to trick Frank’s personality mimicry into becoming unstable, finally causing him to explode being unable to cope. However, while broken and on the brink of death, Frank’s saving grace was his cyborg nature and the supernatural ability to heal as he dragged himself from the wreckage and mended himself by reattaching lost limbs. The trauma of the event has rendered several powers of his useless. POWERS AND ABILITIES KNOWN POWERS:
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[/li][li]Absorption Cells Again, very impaired after his defeat at the hands of the JLA, in addition never seemed to be entirely functional. Once in a great while, or every few weeks, they may permit Kid Amazo to mimic the superpower of a nearby metahuman within 200 meters (He must know they are there, however) and use it as his own for one or two hours a day. This power, however, cannot mimic magic, lantern rings, and alien/exotic powers like Darkseid’s Omega Effect.
KNOWN ABILITIES:
- Philosophy: Whilst under the impression that he was a college student who had been shooting for a major in philosophy. Despite his partly synthetic nature he was inexplicably drawn to the ideas of old and new philosophers. Though highly difficult to apply, Philosophy was no doubt a major contributor in keeping him sane as long as he was prior to the breakdown.
- Tracking: Based on skills acquired from Bruce, this no doubt chiefly allowed him to locate Batman within his hideout.
- Stealth: Displayed this when he located and listened onto various conversations between the league in a makeshift subterranean hideout whilst they attempted to keep tabs on himself.
- Hand to Hand Combat (Basic): While not officially trained to fight in his 2 years of life, either through programming thanks to Ivo or merely gaining some of Amazo’s accumulated fighting instinct, Kid Amazo is capable of fighting hand to hand competently.
STRENGTH LEVEL: Vast. In the league of Superman himself though with less experience using it.
WEAKNESSES:
- Kryptonite: While invoking ‘kryptonian’ powerset, Kryptonite appears to bring about nausea and mild weakness. It did not seem to threaten his well-being but it did make his body ache and stomach quiver. It in short, reduces his ability to concentrate.
- Conflicted Nature: He learned things about himself he wish he hadn’t. He is a cyborg, while not necessarily wholly mechanical in nature (More biomechanical) he is not entirely human either. This is a dark secret, and a great weakness that can cause great mental stress. When he first learned about it, a mere day after the discovery the Martian Manhunter learned that he was at the brink of suffering a psychological breakdown. When he does good things, he attributes it to defeating the biomechanical nature and his ‘destiny’, but when he fails, does bad, or is treated poorly he begins to feel more depressed and likely to act precisely how he is treated. He has recently taken a huge step in finding balance by adopting the name ‘Kid Amazo’ for a more noble purpose.
- Unreliable Powers: While most of his powers are reliable and static, he possesses two which are not always available and may not always work. So if in the heat of battle he attempts to gain a slight edge for the sake of others or himself, he may find himself up the creek without a paddle.
- Grudge: Most people worldwide regard the Justice League of America as great heroes or even borderline gods. Frank…does not. He will never trust them, he will never respect them, and more than likely in most circumstances, he will refuse to help them and vise-versa.
PARAPHERNALIA
EQUIPMENT:
TRANSPORTATION:
WEAPONS:
- Frankenstein Nylon Costume: A specially designed costume made out of a synthetic material that he himself had invented to create his heroic identity.
TRANSPORTATION:
- Self-Sustained Flight: While in costumed form, he can fly to and from anyplace he pleases without suspicion.
- Automobile: While owning no spectacular form of automobile, whether it’s rental or otherwise he can drive it with average proficiency.
WEAPONS:
EXAMINATION RECORD
Dead.
He was Dead. The pain was over.
Long was he beyond the mediocrity of mortal life, living in misery and monotony with nothing that was precede him once he landed in the valley of death. No more would the agony and despair wretch at his stomach, no more would he be slandered and besmirched by his peers.
No, that was incorrect, but if he did not move soon he would wish he were dead. Frank felt the hot sensation of disappointment, fear, the fear of dying and allowing the wickedness of mankind triumph. His bones cried out as the scalding flesh of his right hand shoved forth debris upheaving a thick slab of concrete with relative ease though it didn’t make the pain soften for him. Time felt timeless, though hours have passed in the wake of his exaggerated death as fresh air was reunited with his laboring lungs.
The area had been evacuated, the sunlight had become moonlight and before him lay a crater of sorts where he could visibly see his own limbs, kept fresh due to the incredible biomechanical nature of his body. The slab soon peaked before toppling forth and driving into the rubble below with a hard pounding sound as a ton of hard, stone-like, construction material hammered down just before faults in its mass gave way and shattered into smaller, yet bulky chunks.
Freed and awake, Frank wanted to weep; he wanted to have a good, long, hard sob over everything – the pain, the loss, the treatment. He was never mean to anyone who didn’t ask for it, but it didn’t matter, none of it did if he didn’t keep on living. Something deep down inside, perhaps the humanity that no one but himself cared to acknowledge granted him the instincts and will to live. As he dragged his broken body, down and toward an amputated arm, a purple spittle began to grip at the lost appendage with cohesion as a combination of nanites and exaggerated human response began to slowly mend the left arm at the stump, eventually sealing over but neglecting to return full use yet.
He sighed painfully so, teeth grinding as he heaved forth and found his face down in gravel and rocks. IT was almost too much for him to stand, he wanted to just close his eyes and wake up from this nightmare. “Uhg… Frank groaned, unable to keep his mute suffering act for any longer, he was the son of one of the most infamous villains to face the Justice League, he himself almost destroyed them single handedly, but none of that mattered when his face was covered in dried blood and still focusing on getting his limbs and mobility back before he could escape.
Digging deep he pushed himself up, digging his fingers as he climbed up the slope to a pair of legs that had landed miraculously close. If hope was a chemical reaction it was pumping from his heart to his veins right now, pushing himself harder, ignoring the pain with pure adrenaline he made his way foot by agonizing foot closer until he could set them back to their place too, exhausted but unable to stop. He couldn’t wait for his legs to mend and gain full strength.
Reaching up, he would bite down on a gloved finger and he would push up to lean onto a knee, shakes ran down as he felt virtually no energy in the leg muscle as blood hurried to recirculate through collapsed vessels. Warmth of vitality was slowly running through them as he fought to stand on the next.
[b]“Aaaaaaagh!”
[/b] He cried out. He knew he would come to regret what he had done, who he had harmed, but if he died he would never live to reconcile with those people he wounded in killed, but someone he would never forgive would be the Justice League. It was their fault he turned this way, he was beyond vengeance, and there was just a cold apathy when he thought of their faces. Clutching at his chest he began to lift off the ground…the weightlessness felt good on his weary body. He was Dead. The pain was over.
Long was he beyond the mediocrity of mortal life, living in misery and monotony with nothing that was precede him once he landed in the valley of death. No more would the agony and despair wretch at his stomach, no more would he be slandered and besmirched by his peers.
No, that was incorrect, but if he did not move soon he would wish he were dead. Frank felt the hot sensation of disappointment, fear, the fear of dying and allowing the wickedness of mankind triumph. His bones cried out as the scalding flesh of his right hand shoved forth debris upheaving a thick slab of concrete with relative ease though it didn’t make the pain soften for him. Time felt timeless, though hours have passed in the wake of his exaggerated death as fresh air was reunited with his laboring lungs.
The area had been evacuated, the sunlight had become moonlight and before him lay a crater of sorts where he could visibly see his own limbs, kept fresh due to the incredible biomechanical nature of his body. The slab soon peaked before toppling forth and driving into the rubble below with a hard pounding sound as a ton of hard, stone-like, construction material hammered down just before faults in its mass gave way and shattered into smaller, yet bulky chunks.
Freed and awake, Frank wanted to weep; he wanted to have a good, long, hard sob over everything – the pain, the loss, the treatment. He was never mean to anyone who didn’t ask for it, but it didn’t matter, none of it did if he didn’t keep on living. Something deep down inside, perhaps the humanity that no one but himself cared to acknowledge granted him the instincts and will to live. As he dragged his broken body, down and toward an amputated arm, a purple spittle began to grip at the lost appendage with cohesion as a combination of nanites and exaggerated human response began to slowly mend the left arm at the stump, eventually sealing over but neglecting to return full use yet.
He sighed painfully so, teeth grinding as he heaved forth and found his face down in gravel and rocks. IT was almost too much for him to stand, he wanted to just close his eyes and wake up from this nightmare. “Uhg… Frank groaned, unable to keep his mute suffering act for any longer, he was the son of one of the most infamous villains to face the Justice League, he himself almost destroyed them single handedly, but none of that mattered when his face was covered in dried blood and still focusing on getting his limbs and mobility back before he could escape.
Digging deep he pushed himself up, digging his fingers as he climbed up the slope to a pair of legs that had landed miraculously close. If hope was a chemical reaction it was pumping from his heart to his veins right now, pushing himself harder, ignoring the pain with pure adrenaline he made his way foot by agonizing foot closer until he could set them back to their place too, exhausted but unable to stop. He couldn’t wait for his legs to mend and gain full strength.
Reaching up, he would bite down on a gloved finger and he would push up to lean onto a knee, shakes ran down as he felt virtually no energy in the leg muscle as blood hurried to recirculate through collapsed vessels. Warmth of vitality was slowly running through them as he fought to stand on the next.
[b]“Aaaaaaagh!”
[b]“Just…got to find a place to sleep, then when the daylight comes I can work on getting my life together again…somehow.”[/b] He muttered to himself under labored breaths, skeptical but what other choice did he have?
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