Shaolin Midnight
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
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| party cat | |
| Shaolin Midnight | |
| Player: @SpyralPegacyon | |
| Origin: | Science |
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| Archetype: | Brute |
| Security Level: | 32 |
| Personal Data | |
| Real Name: | Unknown |
| Known Aliases: | None |
| Species: | Cat/Human Hybrid |
| Age: | 16 |
| Height: | 5'10" |
| Weight: | 175 lbs |
| Eye Color: | Gold |
| Hair Color: | Raven |
| Biographical Data | |
| Nationality: | American |
| Occupation: | Villainous Sidekick (in hiding) |
| Place of Birth: | Unknown |
| Base of Operations: | Unknown |
| Marital Status: | Single |
| Known Relatives: | Ricki Taylor, guardian. Others unknown. |
| Known Powers | |
| Feline agility and senses, improved claws, dark shielding and regeneration | |
| Known Abilities | |
| Basic fighting skills, air guitar | |
| Equipment | |
| None | |
| None | |
Shaolin Midnight was created for the Entropy Legion's Entropy Teens event, which gave me an opportunity to finally try out a Claws/Dark and put together some plot ideas I had rattling around in my head. Since then he's been off and running, to say the least.
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Character History
Stray Cat
The streets of the Rogue Isles are generally devoid of stray animals. Recluse prefers his islands clean and has plenty of Stricken, Snakes, Hobos, and other sundry critters to keep them that way. Which is why it came as some surprise the one day that the RIP found a stray cat. A five foot ten teenage stray that stood erect and spoke English. The boy wore nothing but shredded pants, and couldn't remember anything beyond waking up in an alley with his claws stained with blood. He did know enough to realize the RIP was bad news, as well as how to effectively use said claws in self-defense. He also appeared to have a manner of nether shielding that slowed down the officers' incoming fire as he fled into the shadows of Mercy Island.
For a few months he lived off the streets, stealing whatever scraps he could while staying to the back alleys and shadows. It was a good plan up until it came in first contact with real opposition. In this case, a night widow in dark purple armor. The Widow Ricki had picked up on rumors of a rare and fabled catboy hiding from the Rogue Island's finest and decided to pursue the most dangerous prey herself. Being a highly skilled assassin, it wasn't hard for her to find the boy and take the upper hand in her pursuit. What she faced, however, put an abrupt stop to her hunt. The boy was confused and angry, lost with no memories. Moreover, his ability to snark caught her own wry sense of humor. Deciding that there were better things than turning the lad over to Arachnos or Westin Phipps, she took him in under her own wing as her protege. Midnight was wary at first, but found Ricki's call to adventure too much to pass up. He did have power and abilities far beyond mortal men, who was he not to use them for fun and profit?
Good To A New Home
The first order of business was to find the boy's name and history. Of which, apparently there wasn't any. The boy's DNA had been scrambled by whatever had transformed him, and his profile didn't match any missing person reports the widow could fetch. His own memories were still a blank, only at the fuzzy fringes could he remember vague shadowy shapes, darkness, and an overwhelming feeling of rage. Ricki decided to start from there, bestowing the teen the name Shaolin Midnight after her favorite 36 chamber music and the boy's black and white fur.
Her first mission for Midnight saw him off to go meet the other Entropy Teens for some villainous tutelage under Radium Blight. It was an experience to say the least, which included several mentions that, yes, he really was a boy. They haven't done much since that night, as events have overwhelmed the Legion proper. With everyone from Arachnos to Abe Vigoda after the Legion, Ricki saw fit to send her charge off to Paragon City to keep himself out of trouble, more or less.
Personality
Midnight is still sorting out just what, let alone who, he is. He's fairly certain he wasn't born this way, and the memories he does have lead to the belief that whatever did happen wasn't a pleasant experience. This has born him no small amount of anguish and grief, emotions he's bottled up behind the facade of the tough teenage boy. Ricki's guidance has been of some help, directing his anger towards more entertaining pursuits such as mowing down Skulls and Longbow. She's also worked to instill some of her own class onto her student, but this may take a lot more work. At the least he's not clawing the furniture or anyone who looks at him funny.
Trivia
- Clothing chafes at his fur, sometimes he'll go bare-chested. He has plenty of modesty not to go bare-bottomed, however.
