From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
William Cronus was a successful (if not terribly intelligent) stock broker who got his start in a small firm in New York City before moving to Paragon to capitalize on the fast-growing technology sector. Everything about his life was completely ordinary to the point of boredom, so we're not going to talk about it.
One day, while on the floor of the Paragon City Stock Exchange, he suffered grievous bodily injuries during a freak trading incident, the exact details of which remain classified under federal law with all other parties sworn to secrecy under penalty of life in prison. Suffice to say, it was ugly.
Fortunately the EMTs were able to get him to a hospital in time, where the doctors replaced his damaged and missing limbs and organs with cybernetics and equipped him with a state-of-the-art suit of full-body combat armor, wired ablative plating, reconstructive nanites and tons of other fancy-sounding systems. After a little cajoling from the doctor as to potential career paths, William took up up the name "The Powered Broker" and began his career as a vigilante. A few days later he encountered representatives of The Circle of Jerks, the only supergroup where mindless disdain for the welfare of others is par for the course, and was quickly hired.
As of this writing, Broker has retired from active hero duty at the behest of the city as part of their "We'll Give You All the Medals You Want, Just Stop Destroying Every Building You Go Into" program. He is currently working for Earth, Incorporated as an economic advisor, a position where his penchant for physical ruin (thankfully) doesn't translate to economic ruin.
When someone says "this guy is unkillable," they're usually using hyperbole; I mean, people are tough, but there's always tougher. Even if you can survive one attack, there's others to follow, and if you keep fighting more and more opponents eventually they'll reach the point of overwhelming odds and lose a war of attrition. So the same must be true here, right?
Powered Broker is really, truly, and honestly impossible to kill. He's been thrown into the middle of small armies. He's thrown himself into the middle of large armies. He's been shot, stabbed, cut, arrowed, bludgeoned, electrocuted, tasered, sapped, set on fire, frozen, vomited on, dunked in lava, lasered, exploded and irradiated and somehow the perpetually overtaxed repair systems in his armor managed to keep him standing. In the rare instances where he does hit what could be considered overwhelming odds, everyone else around him gets taken out instead of him. Somebody once said that God watches over drunks and fools, and Broker sure as hell proves the latter half right.
The Way of No Self-Preservation
Broker utilizes a very complex system of martial arts which, to the untrained eye, appears to be random, spastic flailing with little to no regard for the well-being of anyone that isn't him. This is entirely untrue and you should discourage anyone from implying that it is, as Broker manages to only hit incoming criminals, whereas spastic flailing usually hits everyone.
Now, hitting teammates by knocking other people into them? That's a completely different story.
It's not a superpower; he just has a really loud, really annoying laugh. Maybe that's why all the criminals are so dead-set on attacking him first.
- ↑ Fun fact: Each hospital in Paragon City is required to perform at least one superpower-enabling operation a day.
Any non-Jerks found editing this page will be forced to team with Powered Broker.