From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe

Kaz Kade
Player: @Kaz Kade
Origin:	Technology
Archetype:	Scrapper
Security Level:	50
Personal Data
Real Name:	Michael Scarlet
Known Aliases:	Kaz, Kazzy, Kade
Species:	Human
Age:	32
Height:	6'2
Weight:	225 lbs
Eye Color:	Dark Brown
Hair Color:	Dark Brown (Bald)
Biographical Data
Nationality:	African-American
Occupation:	Hero/Detective/Mechanic
Place of Birth:	Paragon City, Rhode Island (Kings Row District)
Base of Operations:	Kings Row
Marital Status:	Single
Known Relatives:	Jason Scarlet(Whereabouts unknown) Wayne Scarlet/Father (Deceased)
Known Powers
No known powers, but many believe Kaz is more than what he thinks.
Known Abilities
Martial Artist, Gadgeteer
Equipment
Omega Squad built armor suit. tweaked by Kaz.
No additional information available.

Life Changing

Kaz Kade, maybe amongst the most hard working, persistent and willfull heroes of all time.

Micheal was the force's youngest detective and had the hardest case he ever dealt with as a test from the more experienced detectives. A little girl was viciously murdered by a crazed serial killer and needed to be put down. Many evenings and nights he spent reading over documents and trying to find clues to the murderer.

"Aye, It's getting late junior. Go ahead and head home." suggested a senior detective.

"Yea, yea. I'm coming." Micheal mumbled.

Scarlet grabbed his coat, his rounded hat and headed out the door. Before, he turned off the light he seen the knife the killer used had a very small insignia at the butt of the blades handle. The label read "Cal's".

Micheal ran out the door, and drove to a nearby mansion. It was raining tremendously. He knocked on the door rapidly and an elderly lady answered the door.

"May I help you sir?" she said kind of snobby.

"I'm here to speak about the girl to the parents." Scarlet yelled through the crackling of the rain. He then showed his badge.

"Oh, of course. Come in sir." she said this time with more kindness.

The mother and father of the deceased child came down the marble double spiraled stairs, with robes wrapped around the bodies like they were in a haste.

"Is there something wrong detective?" he said in a sort of terrifying voice.

"No, no need to worry. I just need to ask you a question." Micheal said as he breathe deeply.

"Go ahead." The mother said seeming to rush him.

"Okay. I found something on the knife the attacker used. It reads "Cal's". Do you know anything about this.

"Oh my..." The father said cover his mouth shamefully.

"What? What is wrong? You need to tell me!" Micheal demanded.

The father lead out a huge sigh as to know something and to have had something to do with it.

"Ugh, that is the name...The name of the club on 54th street. The club is owned by Calhoun. He is the cities loan shark."

"Oh no." Micheal whispered through his lips.

Calhoun was known for giving out loans, but the consequences were dreadful. He has thugs and hired assassins put ill omen on the late clients. Calhoun has been put in jail 4 times already for his crimes, but always bailout before he hits the cell. He doesn't just own that one club, it is just where the high and mighty went.

His wife walks away slowly, and runs up the stairs.

"Im sorry honey! I had to do it!" He says as his eyes get watery.

"Tell me. What did you do Frank?" Micheal asked with a stern voice.

"I didn't kill my own daughter for God sake! I just borrowed some money from Calhoun...not knowing this would happen. I was a week late and he kept warning me, but I couldn't pay him back even if I wanted to."

"How much did you borrow Frank?"

"Sigh...350,000 dollars Micheal! Are you happy?

"No Frank...no Im not at all. I will be back."

He jogged out the door and hopped into his black 2008 Audi S5. He pulls up at Cal's club and runs across the street into the entrance.

"Excuse me, but you gon have to wait in line like everyone else." the bouncer announced with authority.

Micheal showed him his badge, and walked right in. As he entered the club he could clearly see Calhoun through a big glass window almost as big as himself. He walked up the loud stairs and encounter his two henchmen.

"I'm sorry, but you cant come through here. " One of them said.

Micheal showed them his badge and tried to walk between them but was immediately pushed back, almost falling down the stairs. Almost angry, Micheal tried once more and was done the same way. All of a sudden both of them was turned on their backs in pain. Micheal kept walking and was not stopped by anymore henchmen. He entered through the glass door almost in disguise at the sight of a stripper stroking his overlapped belly.

"What the hell is this Calhoun?" Micheal said as he held up the bottom of the blade.

"Er, Let me see." He said as he turned to put on his glasses.

"Forget that! You know what this is you overweight hippo."

"Why so violent Mikey boy? I thought we had a deal to no violence?"

"Don't try to sway me fat boy. I know we had a deal and you broke it!"

"No I didn't but one of my thugs must have." He chuckled as he looked at the blade.

"Don't play games with me Cal! I want to know answers and I want to know now!"

"Well, sorry. I can't help you..."

Micheal quickly grabbed him by his collar with fury in his eyes.

"Let me tell you something. I swear...on my life, if I ever...ever have a chance to put you away...you will be there for as long as you live."

Scarlet walked out the room and jogged down to the bottom floor. As he walked through the crowd he observed many of Cal's henchmen following him and stalking him. He jogged outside into an alley only to meet some of his henchmen. He tried to turn around but was surrounded by even more henchmen.

"You're all making a big mistake."

The squad of men jumped at him, but received a kick to the stomach and a fist to the jaw every attempt. Micheal was the only one left standing and walked out the alley only to see a speeding car fly down the street towards him. The car began to drive slower as it neared him and let out a hail of bullets. Micheal fell to the ground bleeding in the ran...

The Suit

His vision blurry and excruciating pain streaming through his wounds, he attempts to turn over and get up but screams in agony. After several painful and failed attempts, he began to hear footsteps getting louder and louder.

His hearing felt like everything was inside a tunnel making a huge echo with each wave of movement. A dark figure hung over his head and began to pull him over to a car. Micheal not being able to take the pain anymore, passed out in the man's hands.

"Ouch!" Micheal screamed.

"Er, Im sorry." a strange man inquired.

"Who are you?" Micheal looks around being blinded by the medical lights everywhere.

"Where am I?"

"Okay calm down. My name is Isaiah and you are in MY medbay."

Micheal with a degree in Psychology calmed down and actually listened to the man. He figured the man couldn't be a crook considering he stitch up a cop in one of the most crime filled cities in America.

"How do you feel?"

"I feel fine. Just my wounds feel a little wierd. How long have I been in here?"

"For about a month and a half. You were knocked out cold. My boss figured you were dead meat, but I kept suggesting you were just in a coma."

"Hmm. I guess I owe you thanks."

"No. Because you really were dead. Promise me you won't say anything."

"Er, I promise."

"I have the ability to heal and revive with just a little help from these tools. Don't tell my boss though."

"Why? That's a great thing to have and you could get paid more money."

"He despises heroes. He wants to make his own villain! I don't know if that's why he brung you here or not. I do know his technicians are working on some type of battle armor that enhances someones agility, power, speed and intelligence."

"Your living the dangerous life. He probably expecting me to lose my memory to turn me into that thing. I need to get out of here."

"No! You can't. There are security here and they don't use their hands and feet. So, I suggest if you don't want to be turned into sandwich spam, you stay right here."

"Oh my goodness." He falls back down into his medical bed.

"Well, I suggest you go to sleep and dream of an escape plan." He chuckles.

"Whatever, Isaiah."

He turns to turn off the lights and closes the door. In the background someone says "He is done, let's head out!" and noises of cars rolling off appear. Micheal lays back with his arms behind his head and gradually falls asleep.

• * * * *

"Wake up! Wake up Scarlet dammit!" Isaiah urgently says.

"What is the problem now?"

"We don't have that much time Isaiah!" a man in blue tights says.

Micheal looks over at Isaiah and sees that Isaiah has a mask on and green tights.

"What the hell?"

"No time to explain Scarlet. Time to go."

"Open the door dammit! We will make your life a living hell!" a man screams through the door, not making the tension any less.

The man in the blue tights puts his hands on the other wall and the wall explodes sightly and puts a hole in it, big enough for a man to fit through it. He climbs through and waves them to come in. They all get through and they find a car to get in. It is locked but the man in the blue tights once again put his hands on the car and the vehicle turns on.

They hop into the car and drive off through the garage. Suddenly, they begin to shoot bullets at the car in front of them. He tries to reverse, but there are more men with guns. The man hops out the car and begins firing electrical-looking blasts at the thugs.

"Who are you?"

"Ugh, name is Jack. You can call me Blue Volt."

"Where did you come from!" Micheal yells over the crashing bullets.

"How do you think Isaiah got the chance to use his powers on you. I hacked into the surveillance cameras to make it seem you guys were idol."

"Enough chatter we have to make a break for it, Micheal."

1...2...3. They burst out the car doors and run back into the room with Jack behind them. They go back through hole and Jack covers it with some electrical fence. They open the door on the other side and he seals that one too. Isaiah and him begin to whisper.

"No, we can't do that. He may not be able to take the technology." Jack says.

"We have to try. Come on, lets go quickly."

They run through many hallways and rooms until they stop at a room with two huge doors. Again, the henchmen find a way through the building and begin to shoot. Jack pushes Isaiah and Micheal out the way and takes the bullets. Isaiah quickly gets up and puts his fingerprint on a keypad. The doors open and he quickly closes them back.

They began to beat on the door and shoot at it with no success.

"Micheal you have to trust me now, than you ever have trust anyone before in your life. You have to put on that." He points to something behind Micheal and him.

Behind Micheal was a black sleek suit, with white armor pieces next to it. A beautiful helmet for it was in a glass box. Micheal expecting this will save their lives, goes to unlock the armor restraints.

"Micheal, good luck and have fun with the suit." he gives a him a smirk.

"No! Don't do it!"

Isaiah lets out a loud wail and seems to have made everyone behind the door blow back. He opens the door and closes it behind him. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Until, machine gun rounds began to rang off. Micheal feared the worse and began to rush through the restraints.

"This is so annoying!"

The thugs began to bang on the door and shoot at it. The room gets quiet once again and big footstep sounds begin to come closer to the door. Micheal rushes even more to unlock the armor and finally unlocks all the armor and it all falls to the ground. The door begins to dent and finally after several attempts the door explodes and smoke scatters everywhere.

After the smoke clears, the thug ready their guns with a big juggernaut in front of them. But, within that smoke is Micheal with the black and white battle suit adorned on him.

They point their guns at him and threatens to fire if he doesn't surrender.

"You're all making a big mistake."