From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
|Real Name:||Prof Russell (Russ) Miner|
|Known Aliases:||The Hammer of Justice|
|Height:||6' 4" (In armor 6' 10")|
|Weight:||200 lbs (In armor 450 lbs)|
|Occupation:||Founding Member of the Justice Force|
|Place of Birth:||Paragon City|
|Base of Operations:||Paragon City|
|Enhanced Strength, Limited Invulnerability, Energy Blasts, Flight|
|Skilled Gadgeteer, Metalurgy, Nano-Tech theorist, Teacher and Scholar.|
|No additional information available.|
My family was killed by a vicious gang of street thugs armed with high tech blaster-rifles. There was no rhyme or reason just sensless violence. As I attended the funeral for my wife and kids I vowed that I would do what the police could not and that was to find and bring my families killers to justice. Working fevorishly I used the facilities at the University where I teach to build the prototype of my battle armor. Calling myself Mjolnir ( after the Hammer of Thor) I used it to find my family's killers and bring them to Justice.
Life could not be better. How many times has someone said that to you and truely meant it? Five short years ago I could have. And I would have meant it! Married to a wonderful woman, blessed with two beautiful children. I had it all even a professorship with tenure at Paragons finest University. I had it all. Then it was all gone.
Let me start from the begining.
"Professor!!! Tom Alison the young physics TA Yelled franticly. "Professor Miner!!!!!! you have some visitors!
"Yes Tom, I heard you the first time."
Tom watched as Professor Miner began to finish up with his latest nano-tech experiment. Today it was to see if the Nano-bots can take simple orders and form basic structures.
"They can wait for a moment Tom. Come here and help me finish up."
"Right away Prof."
"Watch carefully Tom. I am about to use the OBC system to send the command "FORM LINE" if all goes well you should observe the Nano-Bots form themselves into a single straight line." Professor Miner strapped an odd looking head-band across his forehead.
"Got it" Tom said, happy to be helping out.
Tom watched in amazement as the OBC sent a cybernetic command signal to the Nano-Bots.
"Prof they're doing it!" Tom watched through the electron- microscope as the 'bots arrainged themselves into a single straight line. 10 angstroms long!!
"Excellent Tom. Record the results in the log and collect the 'bots in the containment unit." Professor Minor smiled broadly. "I'll see to our visitors."
It had been 6 months since the "death" of Professor Russ Miner and the "birth" of Professor Alex Olafson. The nightmares about his family being killed, continued nightly. I was hard to get more than 4 hours of sleep per night anymore. ("Strange" he thought to himself) He was never really tired perhaps a side effect of the Nanobots in his system. Although Europe was a wonderful place Alex/Russ really missed Paragon City. Mjolnir had built up something of a minor (pardon the pun) reputation in Amsterdam and Oslo as a hero but had never wanted fame and glory.
"I only wish to protect those who cannot defend themselves." Was the most often heard quote by Mjolnir. Then witness' say he would rocket into the sky and disappear.
("Still I miss Paragon City. I miss being near the graves of my family.")
Alex (I still have to remember to think of myself as Alex now) felt the time was right to go home. First he put his current living quarters/lab up for sale and with the price he offered he had a buyer within 3 weeks next he went on-line and purchased a building near the University of Paragon City, and while he was no Aaron Sterling he did have quite a sum of money which continued to grow because of wise investments. Next he shipped as much of his equipment there as possible and sold the rest. Lastly he made sure his passport showing him as an American citizen was in order. Later that week he made one final patrol. He rescued 5 children from a burning home, foiled a bank robbery, and pulled a farmers tractor from a ditch. He returned to his "HQ" and packed his battle suit in the special luggage which would shield it from customs and other prying eyes. Alex packed the rest of his clothing and then called Swiss Air and made his reservation. "Yes one way to Paragon City." ........"Tommorrow morning earliest flight possible."
Alex went to bed feeling better than he had in awhile. Perhaps it was the restless spirits of his family agreeing with his decision. Whatever the reason he had his first nightmare free sleep in months.
In the morning he woke up feeling refreshed and invigorated. After the morning routine he grabbed his suitcases and headed for the airport. The real estate agent would handle the shipping of all the nick/nacks and odds and ends from his old place.
He arrived at the gate with perfect timing. "FLIGHT 815 NON-STOP TO PARAGON CITY NOW BOARDING."
He was finally going home.