Quayhano
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
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| Quayhano | |
| Player: @Quayhano | |
| Origin: | Magic |
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| Archetype: | Scrapper |
| Personal Data | |
| Real Name: | Unknown |
| Known Aliases: | Quayhano |
| Species: | Human |
| Age: | Exact Unknown/Approx. 35 |
| Height: | 6'0" |
| Weight: | 189lbs |
| Eye Color: | Brown |
| Hair Color: | Brown |
| Biographical Data | |
| Occupation: | Unemployed |
| Place of Birth: | Unknown |
| Known Relatives: | None Listed |
| Known Powers | |
| Regeneration | |
| Known Abilities | |
| Sword Fighting | |
| Equipment | |
| Old Magical Katana of Unknown Origin | |
Personality
Fairly Quiet, Calm, Wants to defend the innocent and evil of Paragon City.
Equipment
Old damaged and worn katana with "Quayhano" inscribed in it. When wielded by Quayhano, the sword faintly glows filling in the chips and cracks with a magical aura causing it to be as sharp as if it were new. Others are not able to hold the sword without being physically harmed by it.
Quayhano's nemesis Crazy Ivan is physically identical, but psychologically his polar opposite.
Character History
Chapter 1
THE BEGINNING:
Several times, heroes and villains have asked about my true identity. To be completely honest, I don’t have the slightest clue myself. All I remember, is the day I woke up, unsure of who I was or where I was. That day, was also the day, that I found my place in this strange city.
I remember waking up, in what was apparently my own cluttered apartment. I looked around, trying to make sense of where I was. Clothes were thrown everywhere, and it was a general mess, but my eyes came to a mirror mounted on the wall over the dresser. I took in my now familiar brown eyes, looking back at me, and my brown hair pulled into a long ponytail. Most importantly, in the mirror, a glint caught my eye. Propped in the far corner of the room sat an unsheathed katana leaning against the wall with the sheath lying discarded on the floor beside it. I felt oddly drawn to the sword in some way, and walked over to it. It was old, possibly even ancient, scratched, and chipped with decades of wear and tear. It had the word Quayhano etched across the blade. I picked up the sword and felt weak for a moment. As I held it, the sword seemed to gleam a very faint blue, and on closer inspection it almost seemed sharp somehow, as if it was brand new. I sheathed the katana and attached it to my belt, I still have no idea why I grabbed it. I glanced around once more, and the only other thing that stuck out to me was the carpet seemed singed in front of where I found the sword. I decided to leave the building, thinking it better to ask anyone nearby who I was or where I was.
I stepped out into an alley, and began my search for answers. Suddenly, a figure leaped out of an alley, and shoved past me, high-tailing it down the street, away from the apartment. I stopped in shock. I had caught a glimpse of their face, and I could have sworn it looked like the reflection I had just seen in the mirror. Still it seemed different somehow, less calm, and their hair askew, instead of in a neat ponytail. By the time any of this had dawned on me, the man was long gone. I started to call out for the man, and I only got a few steps before I was suddenly thrown off my feet by a massive explosion. I twisted back to find the apartment was ablaze and nearly completely leveled. I sat up slowly, trying to get my bearings, that is when I heard the psychotic laughter fill the air. I searched for the source of the sound, before grimacing in pain. I looked at my hands stinging from being scraped across the concrete, but they appeared fine, and the pain quickly subsided. Even more confused than before, and maybe still in a bit of shock. I slowly got up, looking back to confirm what I had seen before. The alley was now blocked by burning rubble. The only way now would be forward.
As I turned to continue down the alley, a hand grabbed my arm and yanked me deeper into the alley. Before I could break myself free, a revolver was suddenly in my face. The man who had grabbed me was an un-shaven man wearing a tattered jacket. Sarcastically he said, “Was that your building? Looks to me like you've had a bad day! Give me your wallet and your day might get better, I know mine certainly will!” I stood staring at him calmly for a moment then reached in my pockets. As I pulled my pockets inside-out I said, “If I had a wallet, I may have left it in that building back there.” I gestured to the flames. He began cursing under his breath, clearly frustrated with my response. His eyes went to the sword at my belt. “Give me that sword, that will sell enough at a pawn shop I bet.” I untied the sheath from my belt, and held it out, still sheathed, hilt first. He made a grab for it with his free hand, but as soon as his hand touched the hilt, he suddenly screamed out in shear pain. He released his grip on the sword, and instinctively dropped his revolver to clutch his now smoking hand. He shouted in panic, “What the hell did you do to me!” and scrambled away down the alley in pain. Before he got far another man appeared in his path and grabbed him by the uninjured wrist.
This new guy was strangely in bright blue tights. “Where do you think your going? Did you do this?” The un-shaven man looked at him with fear in his eyes. “I didn’t steal anything! I didn’t do a thing! He attacked me!” The man in blue looked at me uncertainly, and I just shrugged, not really sure what the hell was even going on anymore. The man in blue let him go, "Get to a hospital, and get that hand looked at." The man ran like hell, but I'm pretty sure I heard him mumble, "Screw you Tights..." The man in tights walked to me, “Are you alright? Do you know what happened here?” I looked at him and decided his intentions were good, so I replied, “Well, I have no idea who, or where I am, and to be completely honest, I have no idea what the heck is going on.” He chuckled a little and pointed in the direction the other guy had run. “Well, I was more talking about the fact that that man tried to mug you. I can’t really tell you who you are, but what I can tell you is that you’re in Paragon City in an area designated Steel Canyon. Maybe I’ll take you by City Hall as soon as I put out the blaze down the street.” He seemed to notice the sword still in my hand right about then, "Unless you mean to do anyone harm with that." I told him it was the only thing I owned now, about how the apartment had suddenly exploded, and the laughter I had heard shortly after. He pulled a walkie out, and radioed in the fire. "It sounds like I might want to take you there myself, as you might be a witness to this. Don't worry, I have plenty of support who can handle this disaster. As he walked me away from the now towering inferno, more people in varying outfits ran, and flew past towards the fire. As we took a tram to City Hall, I thought about how I had cheated death twice that day already, and how strange the days events were, including the fact that I was being lead by a man in strange blue tights. I looked down at my sword, pulling it out just enough to read the name again. Unfortunately, I quickly realized this was only the beginning.
(Story still being worked on)
