Kelvin C. Kestrel
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
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| Kelvin C. Kestrel | |
| Player: | |
| Origin: | Science/Mutation |
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| Archetype: | Scrapper |
| Threat Level: | N/A |
| Personal Data | |
| Real Name: | Kelvin C. Kestrel |
| Known Aliases: | Cole, Sparkster |
| Species: | Human |
| Age: | 24 |
| Height: | 5'11" |
| Weight: | 168lbs. |
| Eye Color: | Gray |
| Hair Color: | Silver/White |
| Biographical Data | |
| Nationality: | American |
| Occupation: | Powers Division: Intelligence Branch |
| Place of Birth: | Nova Praetoria / Medical Ward |
| Base of Operations: | Nova Praetoria |
| Marital Status: | Single |
| Known Relatives: | N/A |
| Known Powers | |
| Electrokinesis | |
| Known Abilities | |
| Skilled in kickboxing, physically fit and supports an athletic young male build. On top of all that he's a genius when it comes to mathmatics and physics, often times putting his head to good work during fights. | |
| Equipment | |
| Kestrel rarely carries anything. He's able to hack into the nearest payphone and contact someone, free of charge, or fly making city transportation useless. Otherwise he'll carry important information, documents, or gadgets intended for someone else if asked to carry something. | |
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Contents |
History
Birth and Adolescence
Kelvin Kestrel was born to Robert and Elizabeth Kestrel, doctors knew the moment test results came back that this child was gifted with the mutant gene. Thanks to Praetor Berry's science, New Praetoria's Medical Wing had just the right technology to pinpoint everything necessary for the Powers Division to move in. Of course there were regulations but as standard practice for Praetoria, it was essential for the PD to keep track in the event of the worst case scenario. And it wasn't like Robert had anything to complain about, apart of the regulation on supers; parents were funded by Praetor Empire to keep the child safe as long as children were brought in periodically for checkups. It all sounded simple enough but Elizabeth knew it was too good to be true, she didn't like the PD having every right to pry their nose where she felt it had no business in. There were a lot of arguments in Kelvin's infancy between his mother and father but the two always reconciled - it's what any responsible couple would do, talk it out and get passed their differences despite moral compasses and questionable ethics. There was no telling what powers Kelvin would develop and there was always that lingering fear in Elizabeth's gut that their child could very well mutate into some kind of freak of nature. Everyone heard the horror tales of zombies in the underground - that somewhere down bellow the streets the Hamidon left a plague that infected anyone unfortunate enough to come into contact. Becoming creatures of the dark that fed on human flesh and desires to hear the screams from the horrified. Elizabeth didn't know what she would do if that happened to her only baby boy. But every passing day Robert consoled her and every day that past where nothing out of the ordinary came from their little boy, made her sleep that much easier. It was a gabbling game and the more days that past with no signs, the easier it was for Elizabeth to sleep at night. It was also the first time she'd go directly to the PD for help, she would of loved it to be her last, but unfortunately all she received was a shake of the head from anyone she spoke to. No one really knew the answer to the questions this couple had.
Kelvin was barely four when the first phenomena occurred, a light bulb he held that lit up on it's own - mesmerized by his ignorance, Kelvin cheered while his parents seem less happy and more surprised and worried about what this could develop into. The next day he was taken to a School exclusive for metahumans, funded primarily by the PD, where a more in depth evaluation would take place that would ultimately determine the boy's future. Hours passed and the research personnel came back with startling news; Kelvin's MRI showed signs of his synapse operating at such a high frequency that he was literally generating power at a mere thought. His parents worried whether or not ADD would affect their boy, researchers weren't sure but they didn't make any assurances - they too figured the boy would be a lost cause and be more of a threat to himself than anyone else. With unstable and hyper activity as a worst case scenario, a week later brought Robert and Elizabeth back only to find out Kelvin was oddly enough rather calm. He showed no signs in the tests (which had a 98.9% success rate in accurate placement) of any disorder in terms of attention-span and random bursts - the boy seemed as normal as could be. And so, when he was five, Kelvin was admitted to the School for Gifted Youth - an Elementary through High School, with college placement, campus that taught metahumans. While Robert at first seemed unmoved by the PD unanimous decision, it didn't take long for him to finally feel loss when Kelvin was taken away. It was an odd change of roles, where usually Robert was the moral support it was this time Elizabeth had to put on the pants. It was the last time Kelvin or his parents ever saw each other.
Despite a year of fighting for contact from their child, The Praetor Regime was more convincing when the first series of checks started - easily doubling the amount prior since Kelvin's birth. It took but a few months and some odd weeks to calm the Kestrels down to the point where they were so close to forgetting. When Kelvin turned ten, it was originally decided he could see his parents and stay with them for the summer but when the Kestrels were killed in an accident, the board took a second look at Kelvin's profile and refused to send a single word. As far as Kelvin was taught, he was an orphan and his parents left him for personal reasons due to their disagreement with the PD. He was too young to understand the context of it all and it wouldn't be until he was mature enough that he would create his own explanations. Despite feeling "dropped off like trash", Kelvin never blamed his parents for any of it. The psychology and social studies courses were enough to influence what direction Kelvin's mind would develop in. He couldn't blame a family that never asked for the mutant-gene, therefore figured it was nobody's fault but chance. Kelvin didn't believe Cause and Effect had a purpose, he believed in random coincidences, that nothing was pre-determined but instead assumed and predicted.
By this time, Kelvin's powers were slow at manifesting. It wasn't until the age of eleven that he finally realized he could conduct electricity through complete random during lunch while he was cracking his knuckles (a habit of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder that seemed completely unrelated). Bright string-like plasma streams coursed up and down his arm, bending around his wrist and even weaving between fingers. Teachers and fellow students watched in amazement, not that it mattered to him - they were all taught that each metahuman deserved respect and congratulatory commemoration the day their powers surfaced and it was this day Kelvin "Awoke". It was this day the PD knew what Kelvin was capable of and even wondered how far he could exceed their expectations.
Kelvin took an uncanny specialty in science classes: Biology, Physics, and most importantly chemistry. From there, on his own free time, he began to study more about himself and conduct tests onto himself. Some students saw this as a take on masochism but they didn't understand, Kelvin primarily conducted tests through exertion and exercise. But it didn't take long for the Board's eyes to watch him carefully with eager thoughts. The PD, with their many hands, designated a particular hand-group that would be tied directly to Kelvin; they would shadow him and watch him closely. His Senior year was comprised with a lot of free time, even netting him to get out early if it weren't for the PD's involvement. When Kelvin got his year-course guide, he was surprised to see a College Electoral Class labeled Law. Of course, he didn't struggle against it; figuring it was better than lounging around in Study Hall for hours on end. Kelvin had no idea that the class was actually an enrollment process, the PD wanted him to become one of them. And surprisingly enough, his scores soared their records and placing him well above the average PD operator. When he was ready to graduate, his very own portfolio was already completed for the PD records and all that was needed more was his consent. But why would he refuse? Kelvin had no plans after highschool, despite how the school taught him to think, Kelvin wanted to play things by ear. So when the PD showed them his entire file put together since he started the course, Kelvin agreed with little hesitation - being admitted at age eighteen and into the Investigation's Bureau. The PD's intelligence Agency.
Agent: Sparkster
Kelvin's job description was simple enough from the start. Most of it was paperwork and a lot of it, everyone starts off from the bottom in the PD and despite Kelvin's scores; he was no exception. So he did what any responsible super would do - he toughed it out. He bit the bullet. Kelvin didn't have any regrets, he figured as long as he kept pre-occupied then he wouldn't have to deal with his OCD - which occurred if he didn't keep his attention focused on something. Twirling of the pen, shuffling of pappers or something simple enough as rocking back and forth in his chair was enough to keep him falling back into bad habits. The piles of paper work came in satisfying enough to prevent him from being burnt out but in the end it was the feeling he got from the "endgame" that kept him going, he believed that through all of this hard work he would achieve what he really desired out of this job.
That day and dream would come rather quickly within but a few months after his first day. Seven months, twenty-one days, and eleven hours - to be exact. Agent: Sparkster would be given his first real assignment outside the front doors of the Precinct. Though only a lackey for his first assignment, another one of those tutorials he'd have to endure. Assignments like these came steady enough and drastically different compared to his office life, where before the only time he could get outside was when to go - now he was barely spending an hour or maybe a little more inside before heading out. And Kelvin's partner Chief Interrogator Washington was the one calling all the shots - the two of course got along just fine; strictly business. Out of all the people working with the PD however, Reese was the 'Golden Child' Kelvin couldn't Stand. Reese had an annoying habit as being completely self centered and condescending with for a child having every right to be but despite his accomplishment, Kelvin and Reese never got along - in fact, there was a deep resentment Reese had towards Kelvin. Perhaps it was a little bit of Reese seeing himself in Kelvin, but Kelvin never bothered to figure out the mystery - he didn't like Reese and it was obvious the later didn't appreciate the former's company either. There was a lot of scrutiny going on, mentions of Top Dog but as far as Kelvin was concerned meant little; the boy could cry all he wanted and it wouldn't change a thing.
Assignments varied day to day but rarely did it ever involve Kelvin himself getting in the very thick of it. It was becoming a deep seated concern on whether Kelvin was physically capable, his various assignment partners with the experience generally took the reigns and by the time Kelvin got his "say in the matter" there was nothing left to do but file the report. Despite that, Kelvin at times did rough up a few suspects who either tried to escape but showed very average street fighting capability in the form of kick boxing - he was good at: restraining, grappling, subduing, and over powering the lowest of street thugs. The concern was whether or not he could hold his own against a metahuman - the PD didn't want to lose Kelvin's intellectual prowess and so orchestrated assignments that wouldn't put him too far into the thick of things, as well as lending himself to big names in the PD like Washington; who with the help of a previous partner helped bring to Justice Miss Cleopatra, ending her conspiracy with the Resistance and even help save districts of Nova Praetoria from sabotage. It would be too far of a stretch for Kelvin to state it was all a matter of luck that he got to spend time on the more "relaxing assignments" because even he could see the writing on the walls - the intervention.
With everything seeming simple enough it wasn't until one fateful evening. The night before, discussing with Washington, the Chief Interrogator spoke about ethics and what brought Kelvin to decide to join if he wasn't going to represent the PD. The thought baffled Kelvin's mind, the young male begin to ask himself the same thing because the idea behind the PD, it's representation, never occurred to Kelvin. Did he really care how people saw him if he was fighting for their safety? The next day when on assignment Kelvin was split up from his partner in an abandoned warehouse and left to fend for himself while fighting his way out. This was his first encounter in a legit fight, him against an abnormal, Kelvin versus some Destroyer's top dog. "A big old Red ugly fucking lookin' thing" Kelvin would say when describing the brute he stared face to face with.
Destroyers were not an uncommon enemy to Kelvin but this was the first time he faced against an abnormal with the power to crush the young male with little effort - so hyped on the drug Fixadine, Kelvin sought to use brains before brawn. It worked out, until the man beneath the redskin emerged and quickly overpowered the naive Kelvin. At that very ending moment, Washington's questions came to fruition - Kelvin knew he wasn't normal but never once thought about combining his powers with his fighting prowess, it never occurred to him how intricate his powers could become. And there, as the lights flickered, Kelvin's eyes flashed with electrical charge and with one hand raised - a net of pure plasma reached out to subdue the Top Dog. It was held in place, captured while the temperature kept to a mild degree safe from scorching even the most sensitive of flesh. Kelvin started his fight for survival, unleashing a flurry of attacks that synced with his powers and was enough to battle the brute into the defensive. Super charging the kinetic force manifested within his own body, Kelvin could land blows with the crushing power of a shotgun blast at point blank. Every other jab was accompanied by an upper cut or hook, while keeping to a mellow pattern Kelvin still tried to randomize it so that predictability came only at the cost of his enemy exposing itself. Kelvin also discovered in the coup de' tat, that he could channel electricity from the sources of power around him, amplifying his own strengths, into a pure blast of energy capable of striking a target with the force of a tank - throwing the Brute well across twelve feet, into a wall, and out the other end. There Washington watched as a red-blob descending two floors and crashing violently into the ground, cement cracked and lifted around it in it's impact, and then Agent: Sparkster descended; floating effortlessly with blue-bolts of electricity coursing through his body. Kelvin's meta-potential showed itself at that very moment, Washington couldn't see Kelvin's eyes because there were none in that very moment; there was only light. And as Kelvin loomed closer, a subtle smirked creepily rose to the right corner of his mouth with the words that soon accompanied, "When do I start?"
Grasped by The Underground
Personality
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Soundtrack
Main Theme: ULTRAnumb By Blue Stahli
Secondary: I Want It All We Will Rock You (Conversion)
"Busy Bein' Born by Middle Class Rut
Die Trying by Art of Dying
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