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Note, the character is being scrapped, and replaced. So a few things will change once I get around to them. And once I actually get around to doing the changes.

Affiliations

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	Linus doing what he's best at, standing around Pocket D doing absolutely nothing!
	Linus Red
	Player: LinusRed
Origin:	Natural
Archetype:	Defender
Security Level:	42
	Personal Data
Real Name:	Linus Red/Katuri, it depends on the place
Known Aliases:	Red Hat, Red, Fedora.
Species:	Half Human
Age:	25
Height:	6ft1
Weight:	150
Eye Color:	Green
Hair Color:	Black
	Biographical Data
Nationality:	American and/or Amani
Occupation:	Bartender, Spy, Hero, Prince, Soldier, Scientist, Researcher
Place of Birth:	Aman La
Base of Operations:	Paragon City
Marital Status:	Single
Known Relatives:	Tanis Katuri, Natasha Katuri, Clewar Katuri, Amalayia Katuri.
	Known Powers
	Emp/Mind
	Known Abilities
	Healing, gadgets, psychic
	Equipment
	Stolen Longbow Battle Armor, a massive array of weapons/tools, stolen Crey firearm, Red Fedora
Attributes

Linus is fairly friendly and always willing to lend a helping hand, as a result he knows a lot of people...

Bluesiders:

Taran McAllister- A young, fairly skilled Martial Artist. Doesn't like the Council...
Strikeshadow- When Taran was captured by the Council it was a hell of a search, but he came back as something more...
MadX- A young mystic with demonic heritage.
Tetsuryou- A young man whose powers come from a symbiotic suit of armor.
Ariel Angela- A young cross dressing angel who has healing abilities.
Light Stream- A Peacebringer. I don't know much about him...
Teekin- The Kobold musician everybody hates.

Redsiders

Tanshin- The heartless, souless and emotionless Ninja everybody hates. Linus seems to be one of the few people who enjoys Tanshins company. Then again, Tanshin has never directly affected him.
Lazuli Fade- A manipulative psion. Always gets what she wants...
Lyo Xion- Mads' younger brother. Not nearly as impulsive as her though...

Group

Personality

Morals

A good way to describe Linus Red would be "Morally Ambiguous Metahuman" Mainly because he is often seen doing something contradictory to being a hero, and vice versa. He can be seen stealing from some random store, then seconds later saving a hapless man from the Circle of Thorns. He's not like Robin Hood though, everything he steals is not given away... He commits worse crimes though, sometimes even murdering, never an innocent though. And he still continues to bear the hero badge, he doesn't even make an effort to disguise himself either. If this was D&D, Linus Red would be Chaotic Good, doing the right thing (usually) but caring little for the law. Linus has a fairly heroic spirit, he'll help those who need... He'll protect those who are weaker, and he'll give his life if need be (which he's done... twice).

General overview

Linus is weird. Theres really no other way to put it, he puts about a second of thought (If he's lucky) into everything he says and does. Which often leads to...interesting things. However, he's a powerful psychic and very intelligent to an extent. And I say to an extent because he's a good researcher and can fix just about anything. But his choice making abilities are less then par... Many times has he done something incredibly risky, and retarded. And its also theorized that Linus is a little crazy, mainly because of his abnormal actions. But maybe he just comes off as crazy. Linus is rarely serious, always goofing off, making jokes... The only he is serious is when he is working against the council or the rikti. After a tough day of that chances are he'll been seen in Pocket D, unwinding. During the unwinding insanity ensues.

Body

Linus is around six feet tall, he's fairly fit, but fairly weak too. Linus is half alien, without knowing beforehand it would be impossible to tell. Unless he was stabbed, then it would be revealed that his blood is white (green when not oxidized). His father was human, and his mother was the alien. The alien parts are all on the inside, as a result his internal organs are quite powerful, giving him a digestive system that allows him to eat whatever he feels like. Because of his heritage he will live to be around 200. But chances are he won't live to see 50 because of his lifestyle.

Character History

Conception

This character was never meant to be my main, or get past level 4 for that matter. When I was very new to the game I saw people killing themselves by healing others. So I decided hey, I want to do that! I did do that...I gained 3 levels so I could use transfer pain. But out of the blue someone asked me if I wanted to join a RP SG... I accepted.

Birth

Linus Red was born about 24 years ago on the large planet of Aman La. Aman La is a rich and fertile planet billions upon billions of light years away from Earth. Linus was born to a human father, and a alien mother. Which made him mostly human, the only Rakata'Ran in him is there white blood and powerful immune systems. His mother, Amalayia is the current ruler of the Rakata'ran. His father, Clewar Katuri is a king. Linus was born looking very human, and his parents figured it would be best if he was with his own kind at the time. So, several Rakata'Ran Magi opened a portal to Earth. Linus was barely a month old at the time.

Pre Hero Life

Before Linus became a Hero he was a completely normal person, except he could read minds. Linus was a normal kid, a normal teenager... Then things changed.

Post Hero Life

Linus had been doing what any new hero was seen doing, defeating minor gang members and occasionally saving a few people. That all changed when got involved between the old Shinsengumi-Shadow Justice conflict. (shinsengumi.virteverse.com) Shadow Justice used to be a group of vigilantes not afraid to operate outside the boundaries of law to get the job done. Being with the group sort of...corrupted Linus. While he was in Shadow Justice he was wanted for several charges, eventually he was arrested for awhile. (I forgot the other stuff....) Eventually, Linus joined the Shinsengumi, working under the title of Kansatsu Gata. They are basically spies. During that time Linus devoted his time to his vigilante work, his scientific work and others. It was like that for awhile...then Pocket D was opened for the world. Linus immediately applied for a job there, he was fired about 5 times but still works as a bartender.

Present

Linus is currently fighting a civil war billions of light years away from Earth. (I hate randomly leaving... I need a credit card, or a job, or both...)

Skills/Powers

Psionic Abilities

Linus was born a very minor psychic, he could easily feel very strong emotions. Especially if supressed... It stayed like that until he was around 12, then he could read minds. And then his psionic abilities truly manifested after that fateful day in the Hollows... Linus basically emits psionic energy, then manipulates it. There isn't much of a limit to what he can do with said energy.

General Skills

Linus's fighting style is the Krav Maga, a fighting style uses exclusively by Israel soldiers. It is meant for street fighting, so it has a bit of everything involved. Linus is an excellent shot with most firearms and is often seen with a modified M16 strapped to his back. Linus is also skilled with blades, mostly daggers and knives but he has been known to grab a sword and start hacking. Linus whips up new gadgets daily, some have a purpose, some are for combat, and some he's not quite sure about.

Flight

Linus levitates himself to fly, originally it needed immense concentration but now it is as simple as walking to Linus.

Teleportation

Linus simply hacks into the mediport matrix and manipulates it.

Vulnerabilities

Linus is mortal, very mortal. A well placed bullet will kill him, a well placed anything can kill him. Linus however is immune to almost every natural disease due to his mixed blood.

Quirks

The Red Fedora

Linus is almost always seen wearing a bright red fedora. Nobody is quite sure where he got it, on the other hand, nobody has ever asked. Linus rarely takes the thing off, unless he actually has to. The hat is at least 6 years old.

Possible Mental Instability

If you ever talk to Linus chances are you'll find that it is hard to understand what he is talking about, he rarely tries to make sense sense. And when he does make sense it is still hard to understand. Linus has been called crazy multiple times, perhaps its just part of his personality... nobody is really sure.

Current Activities

NONE

What does he do exactly?

Linus made a vow to protect those who couldn't protect themselves from the dark side of Paragon, yes. But he can do a lot of things... Spy, Hero, Researcher, Soldier, Scientist, Bartender, Thief, Criminal, Manager... Linus can do a lot of things. He's a jack of all trades and fairly good at those trades. Except for the Soldier part, on an open battlefield he'd go down faster then a sack of cats.

Creator Notes

This character has been an interesting character... At first I whipped up Linus Red with a quick, simple background. When he was first conceived Linus was a researcher for M.A.G.I, and a minor psychic. He was a pretty well balanced person, I didn't like that... So that was just a bio filler. I made the character back then to kill myself with that one power... So basically, Linus was thought up with about four seconds of thought. I wound up joining an RP SG, which I believe kindled my interest with CoH. Nothing much happened... But Linus changed about four times during the course of my playing time. The first was boring. The second was too far fetched, and filled with godmodding bullshit. The third was okay... Linus was basically a more serious guy, plagued with several problems. The fourth, and final ( I think.) Is the current one. Which is basically a reflection of myself, if I didn't regard any consequences and was a half alien psion.

Contact me

@Linus Red

Trivia

This character has nothing to do with Linux Red Hat, or Linux at all. Yeah... I know... I should have thought about that at first.

Side Notes

Technically an alien. But he's been an american longer then Rakata'ran

Rakata'ran

The Rakta'Ran look like small midget Drow. They have bright white hair and can live to be incredibly old, millions of years old if assisted by magic. Linus is the son of their current King and Queen, yet he holds no power over the Rakata'Ran, unless he really felt like leaving Earth for good.

Writings

Origins

Sometimes I wonder why the heroes of Paragon City risk their lives everyday to keep normal people safe. Sure…they may get a fuzzy feeling every time an old lady thanks them, or every time they save the world, but there has to be more to it… right? Humans, by nature, are generally selfish and greedy. So, maybe these people defy their true nature, choosing to simply save some random guy from getting the crap kicked out of him… but did they really care what would have happened had they not stepped in? No, I don’t think they always care deep down if some random person is killed… nobody truly does. But, bring their friends and loved ones into the mix… then we see why most heroes fight! They don’t fight to become altruistic paragons of justice, hell no! They fight because they know that if they don’t fight, nobody will protect the people that they love. Even if heroes overcome their selfish nature, this true nature of life itself is ultimately revealed.

Now don’t get me wrong. To simply help where help is needed is something that people do every day… that applies to any sentient form of life really. Humans may tend to be selfish and greedy yes, but no matter who they are, most of the time they would step up to save a life if there was no imminent danger to their own. Even people like Lord Recluse would do this, if it meant no sacrifice of their own. That is why I believe anybody can be redeemed; no matter how incredibly “evil” people can be, there is a little bit of that spark of life, even if it is cloaked behind a chaotic curtain.

At least, this is how I always thought of things in Paragon City… until I came to a realization. These reasons, selfish or altruistic, are not why I fight. I honestly don’t fight just to protect the ones I call friends. I don’t fight to make money or become famous. Hell, I don’t even fight just because it gives me something to do. I know why I fight… and I came to this realization just a few years back…

It was cold. Excruciatingly cold. Too cold to be in a sport jacket at least…luckily, I had altered mine so it could serve as a real jacket, and I was wearing gloves and heavy-duty boots along with it. So it was all good. Well, not really…the sun was being a deceitful little bastard that day; it shone as bright as ever, yet allowed brutal biting winds to tear at my face, threatening to rend my flesh, chip away at me, body and spirit… But they didn’t, not today anyways. I had a mission: to recover this nifty crystal hidden behind a tree in the Hollows. Azuria wanted to study it; apparently it held some demon spirit. Baphomet? Bafemoth? Something like that… This was a standard mission for M.A.G.I field researchers really, but I found it odd that this was my first job. You’d think they’d send me to someplace a little easier to get to, like an abandoned ‘Thorns base… but no. Ah, well, at least the hazard pay was good. I decided to continue up to the mountain, to an old radio station I knew about. It would make a good vantage point, and I could warm up there.

The wind made it hard to follow the narrow, twisting path up. Snow constantly blew into my eyes, making me almost slip on more then one occasion. The icy rocks didn’t help matters… it seemed as if everything was against me today. Then again, it had seemed like that for a while now. My childhood had been a cakewalk… nothing bad ever happened to me. As soon as I turned twenty, though, the Rikti came, and it seemed like I was catapulted into adulthood riding a bull on steroids! As hard as things were, usually I loved the excitement…however, today I didn’t. Maybe it was the wind, or dragging myself through the cold, or the fact that I just knew as soon as I returned this crystal doodad it would more than likely be stolen again. Maybe it was all three. Maybe it was something else. But for now, I had to ignore whatever it was. Azuria needed a crystal with a demon spirit in it, and I needed a paycheque. No conflict of interests there…

It seemed as if I spent hours scaling this large- excessively large- hill. It was actually more like ten minutes, but ten minutes of frozen hell seems like a lot longer! However, the climb was worth it; at the top was an incredible view. I could see the entire chasm, and the sun and the clouds worked in unison to give the sky a somewhat pink hue. At the bottom of the rocky valley was a stream, and yet I could hear rushing water even from up here. Dead trees dotted the valley walls, yet there were places along the river that had begun to turn green again even amidst the chaos. It was beautiful, breathtaking even. Then again, I was already out of breath, so all I could do was look down for a moment before walking into the abandoned radio station.

As soon as I walked in it seemed like tongues of heat crept over my body, warming me up at a curious pace. Within seconds, I was comfortable again… and very tired. I looked around, and finally collapsed on an old couch. “M.A.G.I… really needs to… get supers to do this…Christ!” I muttered to myself, recovering my wind. I knew I couldn’t stay long… for now, though, it was comfy enough. I looked around the old station. Papers were strewn about, trash congregated in piles and chairs were flipped over or on their sides. If I had to guess, I’d say this place was abandoned during the Hollowing. An obvious assumption, really; no sane man would dare operate here since the Trolls blew everything to hell.

The old, putrid couch was far too tempting to me… more like a fluffy bed of wonders that radiated with an aura of sleep. I let out an exasperated sigh and forced myself to get up, reminding myself of my mission. Apparently this crystal would be atop something resembling a sundial, only without the dial, and covered in demonic runes. The crystal was supposed to be in the middle. And the ‘pedestal’ itself was supposed to be atop a rocky plateau. Makes sense really… if I was a fanatical cultist, I would want to be elevated, too.

The harsh wind had finally stopped, giving me a clear vista of the surroundings. I could easily spot the plateau about seven hundred or so yards away, to the east. Now, if I was a superhero, that would be easy…I would just fly or something. But seven hundred yards in the middle of rocky nowhere would take some doing for the likes of me… or would it? I looked up to the power lines directly above the station. If I used them as a grapple line they would take me straight over the plateau. The power to Eastgate had long been cut off, for obvious reasons, really, so it should be relatively safe...

I left the small radio station and climbed to the top, and scrutinized the power line. It was strong, and could easily hold my weight. Thankfully the drop right above the plateau was only a few feet. I grabbed my handgun from its holster on my hip. It fired modified bullets that Azuria gave me. They were enchanted, allowing me to harm members of the ‘Thorns. A very useful tool indeed…I checked its ammunition. The chamber was pretty much full on fire bullets, almost empty on ice bullets and about half on pure magic rounds. I looked down the lines again… this was a bad idea. Probably. I looked at my gloves. They would help against rope burn…hopefully.

I steeled myself for what was about to come, then I grabbed the wire, at first holding on tight as I lifted my feet, then loosening my grip just enough... Within seconds I was zipping down the wire at breakneck speeds! The feeling was incredible! It was like I always imagined skydiving would be. The wind hit me in the face hard enough to actually hurt, yet it didn’t, really. Maybe I was high on adrenaline… the exhilaration was almost overwhelming! However, I managed to focus myself and tighten my grip just before I reached the plateau. The coarse line shredded my gloves, but luckily slowed me down just enough. I let go and fell go and fell onto the hard rocky ground.

My eyes darted around a fast pace, looking for an ambush. But all I saw was what looked sort of like a birdbath decorated in red, demonic runes. A glowing green crystal was at its center, radiating with an inner green light. It was deliciously eerie… I slowly, and cautiously made my way over to the pedestal; as I walked closer and closer I could feel the crystal’s seeping dark energies. As reached for the crystal, it looked quite delicate, and in fact felt very frail in my hand. It seemed I could shatter it without much effort…. But before that thought had time to really take shape, something I completely expected finally happened…Out of nowhere several ‘Thorns appeared, one of them in the dark green robes of a Life Mage. The rest were all guides, or seekers. And they all had their crossbows pointed at me.

“Who are you?!” demanded the Mage.

I almost crapped my pants right there… “Well, that…that’s not important you see…” The Mage was glaring at me; I could feel his gaze trying to pierce my soul, trying to make me confess what I was up to. I examined his extravagant green uniform, it showed his abilities, healing and pain… I sincerely hoped I would not feel the latter.

“Fine, you chose a dark day to die mortal…a dark day indeed.” He stated it simply, showing no emotions. The other cultists raised their weapons… It seemed I was going to die… and my killers knew nothing of who I was, or why I was there. They were choosing to take my life for no reason, with no regrets, not feelings on the matter whatsoever! A feeling of malice, of incredible anger, washed over me. How dare they! Those feelings of hatred and disgust festered, becoming incredibly powerful. I just wanted to kill all of them… they seemed to deal death so carelessly, let them feel it! I let out a scream, and felt as if that anger, malice and hate left my body, channeled forth and projected onto the cultists. Suddenly, in response, they all grabbed their heads and let out cries of pain. They began to drop like flies, their minds slipping all too easily into unconsciousness.

All, that is, but the mage… he looked at me with a cold stare. I matched it, feeling that same dark impulse within my mind. “You…” He struggled with the word, and then just dropped dead. As my fury ebbed from my body, I looked around wondering what the hell had happened. And then I realized it. My minor psychic abilities had manifested as a full-blown psionic assault. I could direct my malice toward people and actually harm them! Visions of several things flooded into my mind… visions of power, visions of me getting back at my enemies. I looked down at the crystal in my hand, and I remembered the cold cruelty of the mages. The demon trapped inside the crystal must be powerful… too powerful. Power like this was entirely too dangerous. I decided that the ‘Thorns would not get their demon… and neither would Azuria. The crystal had to be destroyed. Focusing my energy again and closing my fingers, I crushed the crystal, releasing a barrage of energy into the aether.

I let the shards fall from my fingers. I shook my head, realizing what I had just done… No longer was I normal human being. My abilities could honestly be called “super powers”. I could become a great person…or a deadly villain. I could be rich, I could have whatever I wanted…with training. But then, thoughts came to me. Not my usual thoughts either…thoughts of people being wronged by the dark side of Paragon City. I looked around, seeing the devastation of Eastgate. How many people had died, or fled in terror, because somebody powerful had tried to take what they wanted? The revelation hit me like a ton of bricks. An incredible sorrow seemed to rise from the Hollows itself, and work its way inside of me. This was wrong. I didn’t want people to be terrified all the time. I wanted to make people feel safe, to step in when somebody was in harm’s way. I had to stop this! Looking out over the ruined expanse of the Hollows, I made a vow. No matter what happened in my life… I would fight back, fight to make sure this never happens again. I would fight to protect my friends, my loved ones… and anybody that needs it. …Simply because it was needed. If I didn’t, who would?

So that’s it, really. I fight for good because doing anything different would be a betrayal. I can be greedy, I can be thoughtless… hell I can be downright reckless! But no matter how many times that bank is robbed, and no matter how many times I may commit a crime myself in order to assist somebody else, I know that if I don’t fight for what I believe in, part of me dies. If I ever I stop fighting back, that is the day I die and become a just a shell of humanity. So I’ll never stop. I’ll do this until I wind up dead. That day in Eastgate is the day I became someone different than I had been… the day I became a hero. ((Edited by Taran McAllister))

Linus Red