Villain Student Profile:
Username:
TheyCallMeFletch
Name:
Quixos G. Jeager
Sex:
Male
Age:
18
Bio:
I was a human initially, with the loving parents and the three-bedroom house with the white picket fence out front. Though to be fair, I still have that. But it isn't the same anymore, it's never going to be the same again. I've come to terms with what I am now, I've had to. No It isn't fair, No I don't like it, but what choice do i have? I'm more machine then man now. That's why I'm in this school, because of a now undeniable need: to find, engage and terminate meta-humans.
You see, this is all my father's doing. He owns a huge corporation that specializes in developing military technology, next-gen style crap. War drones, remote operated vehicles, smart bombs. You name it, he's already developed several weapons to wipe it from existence. It was never enough though, his sick, gluttonous creativity was never sated and to top it off the company share holders were looking for something to really wow them. That's where I came into the picture.
He woke me up one night, told me he'd arranged a huge surprise for my sixteenth birthday but he just couldn't wait any longer to show me. All I had to hear was 'surprise' and I was his, hook, line and sinker. We stepped outside and into the car, I jittered with nervous anticipation, dad just changed... He went all vacant and glassy-eyed, like a psychopath or something... I admit, I was a little scared, but he was my dad. He'd never do anything that endangered me... Those were the last words I had time to think before slipping unconscious.
I awoke with great neon lights beaming in my face, blurred figures in white coats stood around me, all began cheering and back-slapping as I moaned out in pitious pain. I had no idea where I was or what was going on, but I didn't like it. I was scared and I'm not too big to deny that. The faces began to clear as my eyes regained some focus. There was my father, and with him all the memories came surging back.
The pain, intolerable pain, that memory was enough to spark up an unknown rage deep inside me. I screamed, thrashed, did whatever I could to break free of that hellish place. Alarms began to sound, various medical machines added to the noise until a hideous choir of danger and red was formed. The doctors leapt onto me, pinning my arms and legs down with their weight, but it wasn't enough... I blacked out again. When I finally awoke I was free of my bonds, although I never really had a chance to appreciate that, I looked around and they were all dead, including my father. I turned my head down to my bloodied body and held my hands before me, for a few moments I wasn't able to comprehend what I was seeing. My entire body was gleaming with a metallic substance, there were various joints and lattices that shouldn't have been visible...
I slept in my own bed that night after calling the police and informing them that there had been an explosion at Jeager Industries head building. No one suspected me, and why should they? It wasn't like anyone would believe me if I told them anyway...
For the next few months I spent all my time digging through my fathers restricted files, bringing up schematics and prototype documents. He had done this to me, and he had planned it out meticulously. There was little of my humanity left, and everyday was a fight to stay in control of my own mind.
I was no longer a man, I was a weapon, designed to fight against all meta-humans of heroic alignment, so that my fathers corporation was the only one remaining capable of combating meta-humans of evil alignment. And I would obey that call, any other choice was irrelevant.
Abilities:
I am the epitome of scientific advancement, the perfect creation, the next huge leap in human evolution. I am the ultimate being. My entire body has been rebuilt from the ground up: Bones, muscle, flesh, organs, everything... All of them have been replaced with synthetic upgrades and are cased in an exoskeleton constructed with alien materials.
I can perceive and react to almost any situation within nano-seconds, I can spot an incoming threat from half a mile and close the distance to it within twenty seconds. I can run faster, leap higher and live longer than any mortal could dream of.
But that isn't what I was designed for, that was simply a flashy showcase of what I'm capable of. My main power is nullification of other powers. Through a combination of technology and ancient magic I can produce two bursts of nullifying energy per system charge, each of which can stun a target power for up to an hour.
Boosts:
Feelings of extreme rage, anger or desperation.
Weaknesses:
The longer a battle goes on, or the more advanced a technique I use, the more strain it puts on my three system charges. I become slower, weaker, unable to react as quickly the more charge is drained.
I often succumb to my compulsive need to attack 'hero' aligned meta-humans, no matter how hard I try to resist, though it
can be resisted with enough willpower. When I slip into those states of aggression however I am not myself, I am a machine, a killing machine.
With each passing day a little more of my sanity parts. I fear my humanity will cease to exist, or in the worst case, be consumed by the machine half.
Appearance:
Anything else:
- His machine half refers to itself as 'Nullis Secundus', translated this means second to none.
- Quixos used to have many likes, but they seem so petty now, he has to focus, he has no time for such juvenile fascinations.
- He weighs approximately two tonnes in total.
- Quixos has developed a cyber 'medicine' which sometimes allows him to suppress Nullis, though when it fades Nullis takes control with a vengeance.
- He loves his mother with all his heart, but rarely sees her anymore, fearing he may hurt her.