From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
Henry Michaels was the son of two heroes, Psylocke and Psywind, two powerful mentalists who fought evil. Henry idolized them and was looking forward to becoming a hero like them. It was an idealized, perfect world -- until it all went wrong. Fighting, yelling, psychic atmosphere so thick, it hung over their home like a shroud. Henry didn't understand what was going on, only that it drove him into his studies at Paragon University, if only to stay away from the fighting.
Then, at his parents' request, he acme to watch their latest press conference. His parents were speaking in the imperative of speaking up against injustice and how fear of reprisal shouldn't stop one from doing the right thing. When Psywind was midway through her speech, the robot that had been growing within her ripped her apart from within. Henry tried to stop the robot as it fled, but it contemptuously batted him aside, crushing his arm beyond hope of repair.
Henry spent most of the next six months in a hospital, adjusting to his new cybernetic arm, while it all came out on television. The lies, the affair his mother had had, with a supervillain, no less. The way that villain, Doktor Unmöglich, had seduced her solely to plant the robotic assassin. His parents, while holding themselves up as paragons of virtue, were nothing but. His father couldn't cope and was remanded to a local asylum, equipped to handle disturbed mentalists. But Henry decided that he would learn from this. While the hospital psychiatrists and grief counselors were worried about the darkening of his demeanor, he came up with a plan.
Abandoning his academic goals and plans, he decided to follow in his parents' footsteps. To stop what had happened from happening to anyone else. That was the story he told anyway. Rather than being motivated by justice, he was motivated by a desire to harm as many criminals as possible. Eventually he would find the one who killed his mother. His abilities had been weakened by the severe trauma, so he decided he needed tools. Tools of vengeance. Eventually he found them, twin .45s, and became expert in their use.
It was just another job. I'd been working on a case for Mercedes Sheldon, the Midnighter. After stopping the Dirge of Chas, we tracked the mastermind back. Some guy calling himself "The Magic Man". Pretentious twit. Luckily, his subordinates ratted him out, with a little persuasion. I finally tracked the guy down. He had this magic watch that let him go back in time, so he kept leaving me all of these taunting notes. When I finally caught up to him, I almost had him subdued, and he'd suddenly go back in time and attack me again, fresh as a daisy. It was pretty rough and desperate. Finally, he created duplicates of himself and attacked me all at once. I admit it, it was a desperate situation, and I was pretty frazzled by then. I remember switching to ice ammunition to try and slow him down, and I guess I loaded the wrong clips. I didn't mean to, it just happened. Afterwards, I knew I had to report this, so I came in and now I'm telling you the whole story." --- Testimony of Penumbral Vengeance. Ruling - Accidental Manslaughter. Sentence - Suspending, pending completion of superpower safety class.