From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe

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Echoing Mind, Echoing Body
Echopraxia
Player:
Origin:	Science
Archetype:	Dominator
Security Level:	'
Personal Data
Real Name:	Vincent Laroteque
Known Aliases:	Vince, Echo One, Sgt. Laroteque, Echopraxia, Rough Rider
Species:	Human
Age:	34
Height:	5'11
Weight:	194lbs
Eye Color:	Brown
Hair Color:	Dark Brown
Biographical Data
Nationality:	US American
Occupation:	Ex-Military; Currently presumed KIA
Place of Birth:	Tennessee
Base of Operations:	'
Marital Status:	Single
Known Relatives:	Unknown
Known Powers
Electrokinesis, Psionics
Known Abilities
Varies
Equipment
Modified S.A.V.A.G.E. Exo-Suit MKII, Designation: "Rough Rider"
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Contents 1 OOC Notes 2 Origin 3 Personality & Appearance 3.1 Personality 3.2 Appearance 3.2.1 The Man 3.2.2 The Ink 3.2.3 The Suit 4 Powers/Abilities & Limitations 4.1 Always (With or Without his Suit) 4.1.1 Electrokinesis 4.1.2 Psion 4.2 Speed And Velocity Amplifying Goliath Exoskeleton 4.2.1 Velocity 4.2.2 Strength 4.2.3 Goliath Jets

OOC Notes

Sgt Vincent Laroteque (Vin-sent Lah-row-tek) was announced KIA three years ago; neither his body nor his Exo-Suit were recovered after the explosion that wiped out a Column cell (and Sgt Laroteque's entire unit) six months prior to the announcement. When he was last seen, he had much shorter hair and no beard, and his eyes weren't sunken and dark. Additionally, he is far more attention-deficit and has issues focusing on one thing, contrasting his previous "one thing at a time" attitude. These changes are just enough that he appears like a different man, though close inspection and deductive reasoning may cause military officials to 'recognize' him. Do not expect a happy interaction in this case - Vincent blames the military for sending him on what he now considers a suicide mission.

Origin

Three and a half years ago, in the forests of the Appalachian mountains:

"Corporal! Cut the radio chatter, we're here on business, not your gossip bullshit!" the Sergeant hissed through the communication module inside his suit. A sheepish "Sorry Sir." was his reply. The six-member unit crept through the underbrush, carefully approaching the 5th Column compound. Heavy security, unmanned anti-personnel turrets, and a horde of Column experiments stood between them and their target; the compound's main power grid. "1-2 through 1-4, up and at 'em; left side, hole in the turret sweep. Start up on my mark. 1-5, you're with me; wait for the signal, then put those fancy shoulders of yours to work," the Sergeant spoke with an air of confidence that eased the others.

"Mark!" The call came through. Four men opened fire from further down the treeline, unleashing sustained cover fire on the Column's patrol. Closer to the main door, two S.A.V.A.G.E. MKII Exo-Suits came into view as hell broke loose across the compound. 'Rough Rider' engaged servos and bolted forward, turning the door into scrap metal in seconds. Once breached, its sister unit 'Sir Prize' opened up with shoulder-mounted launchers, sending a wave of high-yield explosive down the corridor. Too far down. A massive fireball erupted deeper within the compound, setting off a series of explosions throughout the facility and turning it into a crater halfway up the mountainside.

The next thing Sgt Laroteque remembered was crawling out of the rubble, damaged generators emitting high-pitched whines on every side of him. Barely registering them, he put a call through his radio, "1-2 through 1-6, report! Anybody still alive?" He was met with static and silence. He repeated the call, only to be cut short as the Column's generators blew, the shockwave lifting his Exo-Suit off the ground and sending it tumbling down the mountainside, charged with the mixture of raw psionic energy and electricity that the Column had been using as a power source. The Sergeant's world went black once more...

One week ago, Paragon City, Brickstown:

The Freakshow's frame hit the wall with a sickening thud, metal scraping brick as he slumped to the floor. A voice echoed from the massive mechanical suit towering above the Crey scientist. "Where. Is. The. Column. Now!?" It grated, hellbent on answers. "I-I d-don't kn-know," the scientist stammered, trying desperately to crawl backwards, away from whatever this thing was, to no avail; it reached down, metal hand gripping tight around his throat as it lifted him up, only to throw him into the unconscious Freak. "Useless... I'll find them mys--" the voice cut off as the monstrous mech turned and crouched, vaulting to the rooftop and away into the night, seemingly following the sound of a wolf's howl, deeper into the city.

Personality & Appearance

Personality

Vincent appears to be a rather average man, albeit somewhat scatterbrained. He will frequently jump from one topic to the next with no warning, or get distracted and wander off. However, in combat, it becomes clear that he is simply not focusing on enough things at once; while a scatterbrained, easily distracted person outside the fury and fire of fighting, once immersed in it he is many things. A capable commander, barking orders through his communication module, whilst simultaneously locking down one group, mauling another, and using his suit's natural bulk to block return-fire, protecting his less durable allies. Despite this, when not engaged in combat, he is relatively quiet and fairly compassionate, offering a comforting pat on the back or a shoulder to cry on as needed... Provided you don't sympathize with the Council or the Fifth Column.

Appearance

The Man

Vincent looks to be in his mid-thirties, his dark brown hair much longer than military regulations would allow. His facial hair is trimmed into a neat but thick beard, and his height is decidedly average compared to a normal human male. His eyes are sunken, and bear dark, sleepless circles. His frame is relatively thin, but packed densely with muscle as a result of years of military training. Both arms are covered from shoulder to wrist in a pair of sleeve tattoos. If seen shirtless, his spine is a pseudo-cybernetic; high-ranking military officials, or those with classified information on cybernetics, would know that it is a Goliath-Class Cybernetic that allows for interfacing with S.A.V.A.G.E. MK II Exo-Suits, but it looks like the override vertebra has been removed.

The Ink

• Left Sleeve: Starting from the top, a chipped skull missing the top dome is centered on his shoulder; a black widow spider is making a web between the skull's jaws. A rattlesnake coils around his bicep, appearing to hiss at the spider above while the lower half coils around a Bowie Knife. His forearm bears a fire motif behind a bikini-clad woman riding a Harley Davidson, just above a solid black ring that encircles his wrist.
• Right Sleeve: Starting from the top, a chipped skull missing the top dome is centered on his shoulder, mirroring the one on the other side; from this skull's maw, black liquid pours out and splatters against a shield. The shield is held by a kneeling man, as if protecting himself from the liquid pouring from above. A Lung dragon coils around most of the rest of his arm, its jaws below the man with the shield as if devouring him from below. The Dragon's tail ends just above a solid black ring that encircles his wrist.
• Shoulder Mural: Across his shoulder blades, a barcode is inked in black; below it where the serial code would be, the letters spell out "S A V A G E". The word is split in two parts by his cybernetic spine.

The Suit

Towering above mortal man, and even most superhuman demigods, the Speed And Velocity Amplifying Goliath Exoskeleton is a sight to behold. This particular model is a MKII, bearing a more humanoid appearance than the MKI. It is currently painted gunmetal black with forest green accents, implying that it was intended for night-time operation in heavily-wooded areas. Across the torso is clearly an after-market stencil of the words "Rough Rider" in white. High ranking military officials with proper clearance would likely know that the "Rough Rider" suit was last deployed on a Black Op to destroy a Council cell - during which contact was lost with the pilot, callsign "Echo One."

Powers/Abilities & Limitations

Always (With or Without his Suit)

The following powers are available to Vincent regardless of being in or out of his Exo-Suit.

Electrokinesis

• Vincent is able to manipulate vast quantities of electricity and lightning, either by generating it or pulling from nearby power sources. He has fine control over this power, being able to do everything with it; from hurling bolts of electricity at foes with enough force to knock them down, to forming small shapes and figures, such as a dancing pair of humanoids or a crackling rose. He can also utilize his skill at multitasking to create a pair of "Lightning Golems" to aid him in combat.
  • While he is capable of doing this seemingly effortlessly, the more control he exerts over manipulating it rather than simply launching electricity at enemies, the more exhausted he becomes. Note: The Exo-Suit he uses alleviates some of this strain.

Psion

• Vincent is a mid-tier Psion, allowing him to naturally read thoughts directed at him (unless he focuses on avoiding it), as well as implant suggestions into the minds of those around him. He is also capable of actively reading a person's mind, as well as launching Psionic waves to cause harm, and spreading his influence to nearby allies to shield them from such effects.
  • Some aspects of this power have differing levels of strain for him; Reading surface thoughts, or ones directed at him, is effortless and constant - but he has to concentrate to avoid doing this. Implanting suggestions, reading a person's mind directly, using Psionic attacks, or shielding his allies from Psionic assault are all varying degrees of tiring, and the more he exerts himself, the more rest he will need afterward.

Speed And Velocity Amplifying Goliath Exoskeleton

The following abilities are only available to Vincent while he is using the S.A.V.A.G.E. Exo-Suit.

Velocity

• Despite the bulky frame of the Exo-Suit, it allows the wearer to move at incredible speeds, easily outpacing most sports cars and affording a multitude of attacks to be made before most enemies can react.
  • This does not drain the user, but the suit does occasionally need maintenance work to prevent wear and tear from rendering it useless.

Strength

• The exo-suit's built-in hydraulics and robotics systems allow the user to lift much more than usual, with the wearer able to flip overturned tanks to get them back into the fight.
  • This does not drain the user, but the suit does occasionally need maintenance work to prevent wear and tear from rendering it useless.

Goliath Jets

• You'd think something that looks like a walking mechanical monstrosity wouldn't get very far off the ground, but the Goliath Jets allow for substantially increased jump height, as well as short bursts of flight.
  • This does not drain the user, but the suit does need fuel to power this ability, and occasionally needs maintenance work to prevent wear and tear from rendering it useless.

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