Anthony Goodnight
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
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| Anthony Goodnight | |
| Player: @ Swift Winds | |
| Origin: | Natural |
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| Archetype: | Stalker/Mastermind |
| Threat Level: | 46/25 |
| Personal Data | |
| Real Name: | Anthony Goodnight |
| Known Aliases: | ' |
| Species: | Human |
| Age: | ' |
| Height: | 6' 6" |
| Weight: | 225 |
| Eye Color: | Dark Green |
| Hair Color: | Dark Brown |
| Biographical Data | |
| Nationality: | Caucasian |
| Occupation: | Pilot and Scout for Finders Keepers |
| Place of Birth: | Panhandle Texas |
| Base of Operations: | Unknown |
| Marital Status: | Single |
| Known Relatives: | Unknown |
| Known Powers | |
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| Known Abilities | |
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| Equipment | |
| Oversurge Gauntlets, Miasma Belt. Twin S&W 1911's | |
| Ex member of "unknown" Street Gang Speaks with a slight accent that is hard to place.Has a tattoo of a Raven in flight on his right shoulder.Finds most things amusing even if they should not be | |
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The Past
The job had gone south. Anthony kept his breathing as soft as he was able while pressing his hand to the bullet wound in his left side. It was supposed to be a quick and easy stop the truck get the box and don’t ask questions kinda job, not the run like hell as the bullets gun down half the gang kinda job. He shifted his weight to the left foot leaning around the edge of the abandoned car his left hand clutching one of his S&W 1911. The rest of the gang not lying in a pool of their own blood had follow Selah down the other ally looking for a way out. Sighing softly he watched the half dozen mobsters spreading out, two fighters, 3 Tommy guns, and some guy in a suit. Eyes hard he took his bloody hand from his side and drew his second pistol. He could at least buy the others some time to get clear of this mess. Standing to his full height of six and a half feet he opened fire in a blaze of muzzle flashes and thundering gunshots.
Light flooded his awareness as the sack was pulled from his head. Still dizzy from blood loss and the severe beating he had lived through Anthony blinked at the brightness trying to determine who was standing over him. One man stood his face shrouded by the darkness thrown by the lamp in the center of the room. Two others stood one on either side pressing down on his shoulders pinning him in the steel chair. “Who sent you?” The slight Italian accent made the speaker sound like a B grade villain from a cops and robbers movie from the 50’s. Anthony remained silent; he did not know the answer anyway. “If you don’t know then who in your little gang of street vagrants would know?” Still silent Anthony did not move, he wouldn’t sell out the gang. Member for life, he had sworn it and he hand meant it. He hoped Selah and the others had gotten away. “If you won’t talk on your own then we will have to convince you to change your mind.” The figure in the shadows made a gesture with his hand and the other two grabbed Anthony’s hands placing them on the table. The first one took out a pipe wrench and smiled. Anthony kept his mouth shut for the first three, did not scream until the second hand. He lost his voice by the end.. They threw him into an ally in the dark of the night laughing
The pain of his ruined hands brought him to conciseness lying naked in trash he struggled to stand up as blood leaked from the various knife wounds and the partially bound wound from before. As he leaned up against the brick wall a car pulled up next to him the window rolled down slowly revealing a older man’s face tsking at the state he had found him in. Your father would never forgive me if I let you die in a place like this Master Goodnight. I think it’s time you came home and stop playing these childish games…
The Present
Personality
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