"Perpetual Fist"
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
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Perpetual Fist | |
Player: Christopher Robin | |
Origin: | Mutant |
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Archetype: | Scrapper |
Security Level: | 48 |
Personal Data | |
Real Name: | Perry Fistero |
Known Aliases: | P. Fist |
Species: | Mutant/Evolved Human |
Age: | 17 |
Height: | 5'4" |
Weight: | 125 |
Eye Color: | Brown |
Hair Color: | Dark Brown |
Biographical Data | |
Nationality: | American |
Occupation: | Student |
Place of Birth: | USA |
Base of Operations: | Austin Texas |
Marital Status: | Single |
Known Relatives: | None known |
Known Powers | |
Self Healing | |
Known Abilities | |
Flight | |
Equipment | |
A set of Mechanical Arms stolen from Crey Technologies | |
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Perry Fist first learned of his healing ability as a teen. He tried to hide it but somehow THEY had learned of his gift. For days he had been followed and one day he heard a voice say "target spotted, acquisition is a go." and all went dark.
When he came to he couldn't feel his arms and he realized to his horror they had been removed. He heard "subjects regen ability overstated, termination recommended." Not good... he burst up from the table and kicked the Crey scientist standing over it in the throat and ran down the hall until he saw a room marked Experimental Bio Weapons. Charging in, he saw them.
The plaque read "Self Perpetuating Arms." Could this have been what they had planned for him had his testing gone better? No time to think about it just yet, he could already the sounds of guards approaching. Lowering his sockets onto the mechanical arms he heard a hiss and click as they grabbed on and the internal connections were made. No sooner had the thought of escape entered his mind than the arms sprang to life unleashed a barrage of punches too fast to see destroying the nearby wall. Running across the room he thought again of being on the other side of the wall in his way and the arms went to work demolishing in seconds a wall that would've taken him days to break though with a sledgehammer.
On and on he went and yet the arms never tired. He vaguely recalled surprised guards popping into his field of view for a matter of seconds before being escorted out of his field of view against their will. Soon he had broken free and made his escape. Looking back on the events of the day Perry came to the conclusion that Crey had no right to do what they had done to him. He felt no remorse for taking their mech arms as they had taken his flesh arms. Still he felt they needed a lesson in the treatment of fellow human beings and he knew just how he would help to bring that about. The very next day he registered as a super hero.
Now he would use their weapons against them. Fist by name, perpetual by design. Perry had become the Perpetual Fist.
Soon, he would have his revenge.