Knight of the Road
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
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| Knight of the Road | |
| Player: @Kill Favored | |
| Origin: | Natural |
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| Archetype: | Corruptor |
| Threat Level: | Assorted |
| Personal Data | |
| Real Name: | Jeremiah Blake |
| Known Aliases: | Highwayman |
| Species: | Human |
| Age: | 41 |
| Height: | 6'4" |
| Weight: | average |
| Eye Color: | Brown |
| Hair Color: | Black |
| Biographical Data | |
| Nationality: | American |
| Occupation: | Highwayman |
| Place of Birth: | Houston, TX |
| Base of Operations: | Paragon City, RI |
| Marital Status: | Divorced |
| Known Relatives: | 2 daughters, ex-wife |
| Known Powers | |
| Pistols/Traps | |
| Known Abilities | |
| Confidential | |
| Equipment | |
| Confidential | |
| Is often desperate | |
((RP's if you do)) Your daughter is suffering from leukemia, and the treatment options are so expensive, you've already second-mortgaged your house. What else do you do to get money? A "knight of the road" is a euphemism for a highway robber.
Jeremiah Blake had never thought he’d have to resort to highway robbery to get what he needed. He has a job by day: a middle manager in a Fortune 1000 company. The company is always on the brink of a takeover, and his job is always in jeopardy.
He’s married, has two daughters, Elisa and Diane. Elisa is eight years old. Diane is six. Two years ago, he found out that Elisa had leukemia, advanced stage. There were some strange and odd treatments, but these weren’t covered by insurance. They could go to another country and try to make a living there, or they could try to pay for it out of their own pocket, bypassing insurance.
At around this time, his wife divorced him, marrying a VP of a company with slightly better insurance. The VP allegedly liked to beat his women, but his ex suffered “for the sake of the children.” He couldn’t see himself letting this happen.
He got some guns, and learned how to use them. At first, they were simple muggings in the darker parts of Skyway City, moving on when heroes started patrolling those areas. He’d come into work with bumps and bruises, and his coworkers joked about him being in a Fight Club. Jeremiah said nothing to anyone.
When he went to visit Elisa in the hospital – the treatments seemed to lessen the blow to her, so she could at least take visitors a few times a week – she told him of how her mother was pregnant and she was afraid that her mother wouldn’t love her anymore. Jeremiah made a point to visit as often as he could.
The bills mounted. He was losing the house. He stepped up his robberies, becoming bolder, riskier. A couple of times, he was almost caught by a hero. His mind went across to murder. If he was going to murder someone, he would make it count.
Standing outside of the data processing company his ex-wife now both worked at and had married the VP of, he watched for that man who needed to beat his wife in order to feel superior. Once he had him in his sights, he came within range so that both the man could see him and he just could not miss.
It was an executioner’s shot, behind the neck, while the man knelt and begged for mercy from a man who had lost it two years ago at a child’s diagnosis.
At present, he belongs to a loose “Warehouse Academy” of villains, who have chosen to teach each other different things, from pure villainy to how martial arts to how to make a roux.
