Special
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
SILVER AVANGER/STREET FIGHTER
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| Silver Avenger / Street Fighter | |
| Player: Crimson Avenger | |
| Origin: | Natural |
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| Archetype: | Vigilant/Anti-hero |
| Security Level: | 46 |
| Personal Data | |
| Real Name: | Jean Cassidy Paul |
| Known Aliases: | Guitar-boy, Street Fighter, Murderer, Bone-breaker, Skull killer, The Red Devil |
| Species: | 100% pure human |
| Age: | 23 |
| Height: | 185 |
| Weight: | 80 |
| Eye Color: | Green |
| Hair Color: | Dark blonde |
| Biographical Data | |
| Nationality: | French/Irish |
| Occupation: | Guitar teacher/Substitute Teacher at the King's Row High |
| Place of Birth: | Rowan |
| Base of Operations: | Dublin/Rowan |
| Marital Status: | Single |
| Known Relatives: | Father San , Mother Rosemary, Two little sisters Elizabeth and Mary |
| Known Powers | |
| Only when in bionic suit Inhuman regeneration abilities , Lightning speed, physical attributes above human limits | |
| Known Abilities | |
| Extensive Martial arts training, Guitar player, Mechanic, Lot's of academic knowledge, acrobatics | |
| Equipment | |
| Throwing knives, and a pair of lucky shades | |
| Approached with caution, he can talk a person to death especially when the thing concerns his little sisters. Tends to comment fights with game or comic book phrases | |
Contents |
The masks we all wear - PERSONALITY
Jean is probably the most optimistic person you'll meet in your life, his free way of speech with a with that special cheerful Irish accent. Sometimes it's stronger sometimes barely noticeable, but it's there for sure. Jean has the ability to find a silver line in the most darkest hour. Surrounded by enemies with no chance for escape, or trapped by an Arch-villain under torture. Sometimes it seems that there is hardly a thing that could break this man's spirit. Fame, glory, honours, it all sticks to him like glue, because Jean will do nearly everything to be in the centre of the spotlight. Still we all know that a human is more complex that what we see on the outside. Silver is no exception, having more then one layer on his personality. Deep behind the wide, smile cheerful accent hides a man that is uncertain of his role as a hero. Being hit deeply by the fact that his methods are not accepted by everyone. His faith in Paragon shaken greatly, when King's Row was the neighbour hood left out for the rampaging skulls without additional police unites dispatched. Can't forget about rage, that is burning deeply inside him. Every time he is frustrated, angry, some asshole in the neighbourhood gives himself away as a volenture to get his bones broken, or just end up dead. Yet in everyday life Jean is trying to be a better man. Teaching for a lower pay, and working with woman groups in the self defence program. After the skulls came nobody and nothing was the same in King's Row.
ORGINE AND LIFE
Fairy tale - ORGINE
Jean was born from a French father who is a member of Pauls one of the noble families and an Irish mother which was a servant in the house. Sure you can say that fairy tales don't happen, but this time it was different. Still it was not like that one in movies. First glance, first sight and the love just bursts our with the power of a thousand volcanoes. Now it was a slow, and long processes, he was one of those up-tight assholes, she was a very simple and strong woman. Never the last on a stormy night in the barn they were more then just equal. From that day on it just rolled down-hill. As easy as a cranky Leprechaun gets caught under a pub. Jean was born on a blizzard third of November 1984, and from that day on his mother knew that he wasn't going to be like most other kids. Certainly not. The sparks in his eyes spoke for themselves.
The Irish Coasts - GROWING UP
Jean never had it easy in France, this is why his parents decided to move to a little place under Dublin where they could life in peace without curious glance and sarcastic comments. Especially that Rosemary was once again expecting children. The little place was a farm and it was everything young Paul ever dreamed about. hiding places. trees, and a lot of fellows to run around with. he quickly caught up with the local, accent and slang. Fitting is as perfect as a native. His mother always told him that his home is where his heart is. The green grass, fresh air, and pub atmosphere was everything that young Jean needed to live. This was where his home was spouse to be. Forever he thought. Finished the school there, head his first fights there, started training there, and above all else first loves came and go around the green hills of Ireland. Now those were the days he could go back to. Yet everything that is good ends one day...and when Cassidy reached the age of fourteen everything changed.
There are heroes in this world - YOUNG ADULTHOOD
For once this was the greatest tragedy in the young man's life or at least so he thought when they were leaving the green coasts by plane, letting the far under his mothers family occupation. Cried he did, fought he did, and also Ain't he not rebel against it all? Sure he did. Yet it gave nothing. King's Row was his new home. Up then the Row was one of the brightest places in Paragon, save, clean, and above all else full of work. The school was also a good place, although as a troublemaker Jean ended up at the principles office more times then his parents would like it to. Mostly because someone called him a *Chick* or said his names are feminen. What worse hit could his pride get then that? At school they called him *Bone breaker* in the street with his friends he went as *Cassy*, with both of them he was happy. In the city of Heroes the life was amazing, and not one time the boy just wondered how it is when you save someone's life, when you go masked out on the street and do something good. With all those fantasies he created Silver Avenger a vigilante hero that was fighting for his home, protecting it from the evil that came. For young Paul the evil beings came from Mars, but a childes imagination knows no bonds doesn't it? The evil came. but different then he expected it. The skulls patrols were moving through the alleys mugging and solving their problems with violence and brutality. One day it just happened. Jean pulled on a old woolly covered in silver spray, picked up a baseball bat and just went out to the street. The first approach ended badly for him. The few guys were chased of from the poor chum they were attacking but, Cassidy had his jaw broke, his ribs trashed, and and his legs nearly immobile. Yet everything that he could think at that one moment, everything that he could feel was *I didn't fail. I didn't fail. I didn't fail.* Next three months he spent in the hospitals. Operated a few times. His parents doing everything to help him. None of them even knew what really happened. Through all those weeks the only thing the young man could think about was, that he joined Paragon as a hero now, and that King's Row was his kingdom now. His place. He owned it, and he was more then sure to show anyone that it's his no matter what would the cost be.
'A new hero is born - Pre-suit hero years'
So Jean grew up training his skills, and fighting on. He understood that still a lot of work will be needed if he'll really want to fight. So in breaks between school, studies, and other activities, he went to the boxing club, the gym, acrobatic classes. Plus he watched a lot of kung-fu movies. Then Thai schools, and frankly fought everyone he could take something from, learn something, copy something, repeating it later thousands of times to memorize it. The careerer as a hero started after he has finished English literature, and became a teacher in King's Row high. It was a troubling school, with troubled young people not to say that drugs, and alcohol was spreading through King's Row like crazy. Still the worse menace came later with the skulls. The gang quickly lured some of the school troublemakers into their ranks, what made them feel even stronger. Above the law. Above everyone and everything. When Jean saw what was happening, the full scale hero idea came back to life. Silver Avenger came back to life because someone had to be there to give away some punishment. Besides King's Row was his place. He just had to prove it.
In just a year Jean killed, crippled or chased away more skulls then he could possibly count. Yet it was still to little, in the meantime his family went back to Ireland. Yet Jean couldn't go. King's Row was now his home, and although he would miss everything that went away. Especially his little sisters. This place needed him more then any other on the planet. Silver Avenger has moved his work off into the city of Paragon, and Street Fighter as the Skulls used to call Jean. Was still working in King's Row. Although it needed a lot of effort from him...when he thought he couldn't go one help came. Help which was more or less unexpected. At least in such a weird form.
A night in the town - PRESENT DAYS
The TV was playing some old classic rock ballads, as the young blonde man moved around his brown and red kitchen made out of solid yet rather cheap wood. You might say that it was a perfect imitation of *Elegance*, nearly a *perfect crime* as some Art critics could call it. He was humming the to the tunes of *Nothing else matters* as the words flew through the room. The perfect supper consisting scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and green peeper was nearly ready. Just as he was about to sit, the knocking on the doors broke the rooms harmonic atmosphere. His green eyes indistinctly went to the clock on the wall. Midnight was not a good hour for a visit. He got up and walked to the doors peering through the hole. Nobody in front of the doors, yet he felt the urge to open them. With a sweaty hand he pulled on the knob, and saw what drew his attention so much. A suit. Leather with buckles and straps laid on the doorstep. A bikers suit maybe? At least that was what was the first thought in his mind. Slowly like his hands could hurt it, he picked it up watching it closely* Man am I lucky huh?*Words came out with a strong Irish accent, as he went back into the apartment. Nearly instantly pulled the outfit on compleatly forgetting his evening meal. When the last part was fitted, a break of sheer force went through his body. He could feel it, he could nearly touch it. All human bonds braking, limits were nothing. He felt...felt like a real hunter, and on the night like that. When the moon was high in the sky. On a night like that, a perfect night.A hunter will always find his pray.
From that day on many things have happened, but it doesn't matter if he's fighting for fame, for glory, for money, or for Kings Row. Doesn't matter if the media call his ways *Sick and twisted* doesn't matter if some heroic groups call him a villain. It all doesn't matter until he thinks that there is no other place better for him then a heroes suit, and for now...that is the only place.
