Doyle
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
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| Doyle | |
| Player: Doyle | |
| Origin: | Mutant |
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| Archetype: | Scrapper |
| Security Level: | 10 |
| Personal Data | |
| Real Name: | Doyle |
| Known Aliases: | Doyle |
| Species: | Human |
| Age: | Unknown; appears 30 |
| Height: | 6'2" |
| Weight: | 245 lbs |
| Eye Color: | Blue-green |
| Hair Color: | Reddish Brown |
| Biographical Data | |
| Nationality: | Irish |
| Occupation: | N/A |
| Place of Birth: | Darkshire, Ireland |
| Base of Operations: | Paragon City (at the moment) |
| Marital Status: | Single |
| Known Relatives: | The Doyle Clan |
| Known Powers | |
| Regeneration | |
| Known Abilities | |
| Skilled swordsman | |
| Equipment | |
| Various swords, blades | |
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Contents |
Origin
Not much is known about Doyle. He has often hinted about being just slightly younger than this country. Some of his acquaintances and friends think he's only joking. However, due to the fact that he has the mutant ability of regeneration, it's quite possible that the normal effects of aging don't follow the same rules for him.
His earliest memories are of growing up in the small town of Darkshire, Ireland. Not only was Doyle McShayd the only son in a large Catholic family of nine, but he was the youngest. This resulted in Doyle never having any chance of not being mothered by his eight older sisters. His father, Nathaniel McShayd, instilled a fierce sense of loyalty in all his children and Doyle took it to heart. Any lad who would attempt to harass any of his sisters would find themselves facing the girl's younger brother. And, while there were many times that Doyle lost such battles, the unwanted courter in question never returned to the family farm.
It was at age 13 when Doyle discovered his unusual abilities to heal at a faster rate than other boys his age. He successfully kept it a secret from his family... all of them except his sister, Catherine. Being just two years older than Doyle, Catie was his best friend. The two were inseparable and had no secrets from one another. That is why when the tragedy happened in Doyle's thirteenth summer, his life would never be the same.
Doyle was out in the field reaping that year's harvest. It was a good harvest and there was even talk that the money brought in from the harvest would help the family get through the foretold harsh winter. This spurred Doyle to work even harder, being the dedicated son while the rest of the family had gone to town to Dublin to enjoy the Midsummer festival. Only Catie remained in the house, nursing herself well from a bad cold that hit her the week prior.
The relentless sun beat down on Doyle as he worked in the field. The summer breeze had been non-existent and that is why there had to be more than the physics of sound that carried Catie's scream out to Doyle's ears. It was their bond.
Doyle didn't hesitate. He tore through the field, sickle in his hand, and bursted into the large family home.
There, on the sofa, Catie was fighting off the advances of Ian McLawd, a scruff from town who never seemed to take Catie's refusal seriously. Under the large young man, Catie was screaming and scratching, showing him that it was unwise to mess with a McShayd woman of any age.
When Doyle saw this, the grip around the sickle tightened and he yelled, "Get off me sister, ye vile!"
A devilish grin carved into Ian's face as he slowly rose from the tattered young lady and turned to face the smaller boy. He laughed. "Oh, well now if it isn't wee Doyle comin' to 'is sister's aid. Isn't there a frog ye should be chasin', boyo?"
Doyle's breath hastened and his dark blue-green eyes shone with a furious flame. In a surprisingly calm voice, he said, "Leave this house. Now."
Ian's smile faded and was replaced with a hateful glare. He slowly withdrew a small blade from his pocket. He twirled it once around his fingers before asking, "And if I choose not to?"
Doyle shifted the sickle to this other hand. "If ye choose to ignore me request, I'll show you the way out, 'boyo'."
Without warning, Ian lunged at Doyle and with a sharp nimbleness, Doyle dodged out of the way before using the handle of the sickle to smash against Ian's temple. Ian stumbled but regained himself just to slam into the main quarter's wall.
He spun around with catlike speed and slashed at Doyle's neck. Doyle countered the move with a dodge, but ended up having the blade carve itself into his chin. Catie screamed, seeing her little brother slashed.
Ian chuckled at his small victory but then his smile disappeared and his eyes widened.
The severe gash was closing! In a matter of seconds, Doyle's face appeared as if nothing had happened.
This moment of surprise gave Doyle just enough time to spin the sickle around and with a mustered accuracy, slash the vicious blade across Ian's chest. Ian stumbled back against a chair but then started laughing at the slight sting of the sickle.
However, the laughted didn't last long. He grew pale as he looked down to see his shirt soaking with blood. The blood was pouring out of his chest. Fast. What had originally appeared as just a flesh wound was, in fact, a gouge between Ian's ribs. Ian McLawd was bleeding to death.
Trembling, Doyle dropped the sickle, gaping in horror at what he had done.
He heard his name in the distance... "Doyle."
He blinked once, trying to discern what was happening.
"Doyle... ye need to leave. Now!" It was Catie, rushing up to Ian and feeling no pulse. "Doyle, they'll blame ye for what 'appened here."
"B-but, 'e was attackin' you, Catie. I... I 'ad to do --- "
"Doyle! Listen to me now. D'ye think that Old Man McLawd is going to stand by while 'is only son is dead? 'e will come after you sure'n I'm standin' 'ere. Now... do as I say... run. Don't look back."
Doyle the young man knew that his sister was correct. Seamus McLawd was a powerful man in town and he would stop at nothing to see vengeance played out. Doyle the boy, however, stood there and did what came naturally. He cried.
Catie rushed up to her younger brother and held him close. "Listen to me, Doy. Ye need to get as far from 'ere as possible. Wait a moment." She left Doyle there and rushed upstairs, leaving her brother to stare at Ian who was taking his last breath.
Although minutes only passed, hours seemed to fill Doyle's head. His sister rushed back down and pressed money into his blood-spattered hand. "Take this. It's me savings. It's not much, but it will get ye on a boat out of Dublin. Don't look back, d'ye hear me?!" She kissed his freckled face and tried to wipe away some tears.
He tried to say something but it couldn't come out. He rushed out of the house, knowing he would never see his family again.
Catie got immediately to work. She cleaned off the sickle as best she could and rushed it to the family barn, hanging it up. She ran back to the house and, using Ian's blade, made a gash across her own chest. She would tell any constables that Ian had attacked her and that, in self defense, she retaliated. However, the gash was too thick.
Her parents, being detained by some old friends in Dublin, didn't make it back home at their expected time. When they did return, however, Mrs. McShayd could only continue to scream as she found the body of her dead daughter near the corpse of Ian McLawd.
Miles away, in the hold of a ship bound to America, Doyle McShayd had no idea that his beloved Catie died for his cause.
When he arrived in the small port of Boston, Massachusetts, he knew that he wouldn't see his home of Darkshire ever again.
Personality
The man known only as "Doyle" is something of an enigma. He's good-natured when the world around him is "in sync" (as he puts it). He'll laugh, joke, and really is quite pleasant to be around. However, when things in his world are not comfortable for him, Doyle can be rather terse and abrupt. He'll work to make things right again so that those around him are as comfortable as he thinks they should be.
Doyle is fiercely protective of those about whom he cares. This goes without saying about "The Clan", which consists of his family (either by blood or marriage). He also will frequently put friends under his proverbial wing. He doesn't do well when anybody whom he loves is threatened. And he will make the person(s) responsible as uncomfortable as he feels they should be.
There are times when Doyle broods. He doesn't hide it. He'll slip into a pensive state and remain there as he mulls over the latest information he's acquired. Some consider him arrogant when he gets like this. He's not. He is, however, confident in his abilities and what he can do. He also is slowly learning his limitations. Slowly.
People who are fortunate to call Doyle their friend will tell you that he's extremely loyal, caring, and will do anything for them. Those who are unlucky enough to call Doyle their enemy will tell you --- well, they won't tell you anything; they not in a frame of health that lends itself to talking.
Abilities & Powers
Known Powers
Regeneration
Doyle is a mutant with an almost supernatural regenerative ability. Flesh wounds and minor bodily damage will be healed within seconds. Deeper wounds will take a few minutes more. Lethal injuries will require Doyle to rest for several hours. Due to his regeneration and mutant healing, Doyle is unable to be affected by chemicals such as: alcohol, tobacco, drugs, etc. Several of his friends have found themselves passing out under the table where just earlier a "drinking war" had gone on with Doyle. He winks at them and calmly walks out of the room, completely unphased by the quantity of alcohol consumed.
With concentration, Doyle is equally unaffected by attacks that affect his nervous system, as well as agents that may normally cause others to fall asleep or be dazed.
Super Speed
Due to Doyle's regenerative abilities, his neural system has evolved to give him the ability to move at superhuman speeds. Currently, this has only been demonstrated by his running at speeds up to 120 miles per hour.
Known Abilities
Doyle is a skilled swordsman. Over the years, he has honed his abilities and has recently enjoyed a form of martial arts that utilizes dual blades. Having an arsenal at home with various weapons, his current weapons of choice are ninjitsu blades.
Doyle is also skilled in combat techniques and strategies. Having been around allegedly over a couple of hundred years, Doyle has had the luxury of studying several methods of fighting.
