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Irrigo.

Post by Orph » Wed May 30, 2018 2:35 am

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They were all here. Leverage, Hermit, Couture, The Insect, Cruiser, and The Mystic. Not the most memorable of villains, apart. Solidly C-List, by and large. The Mystic might surface for a bigger job every few months, but the rest were relegated to hitting banks and corner stores. Together, however... that was a different story.

"First of all," the Mystic began, "I'd like to thank you all for coming, and especially thank Mister Summers for graciously allowing us to meet in his home."

Percy inclined his head respectfully, leaning against the wall a few meters away from the table where the rest of the group was gathered. He would have smiled, but the mask made that particular pleasantry unnecessary.

"Now, to the point. I've gathered you here today because you are all survivors. You survived the so-called 'Age of Peace,' and you survived the return of heroes. While others called it quits, or got arrested in short order after making their debut, you all have survived. But... survival, while an accomplishment, is not the final state. No, I suspect you all want to thrive. And today, we're taking the first step towards making that possible." With a dramatic gesture, the Mystic conjured an image- a map of the continental United States. Certain areas were highlighted- New York, Los Angeles, Solar City, Detroit, and other 'trouble spots.' Places that were particularly vulnerable. "There are... what you might call power vacuums, in all of these places. Places where a powerful, well-coordinated group might swoop in and seize power. A group..." He paused, for dramatic effect. "Like us."

There were noises of surprise from some at the table. Some had clearly seen this 'reveal' coming, Percy included, but others were genuinely shocked. They were ambitious, as most super-criminals tended to be, but they lacked true ambition.

"Leverage, your might is unsurpassed by almost any hero in the world. You would be our enforcer- the one spoken of with dread, when you were behind on protection money." The brute of a man laughed, a low rumble that sounded like two rocks crashing together. "Hermit, I know you value your privacy, so you would be our operations center, coordinating the group's activities for maximum impact." The bearded thinker-class merely mused silently, but Percy could tell the offer was tempting. "Couture, your skills at manipulation are second to none. You could turn our enemies against each other, and secure our position in any area we wished to target. Insect, your swarm drones provide us with eyes everywhere- no one could escape our sight. Cruiser, your mobile assault platform would be invaluable both for transportation and combat. And my own mystical expertise... well, I shan't self-aggrandize."

Leverage is strong, but slow. Any hero who can run a twenty-minute mile could run circles around him. Hermit is a paranoid schizophrenic. Couture is a narcissist, whose disorder would prevent her from taking anyone's orders for more than five minutes. The Insect's technology is easily exploitable- by a first-year programming student. Cruiser's 'mobile assault platform' looks like it's held together with duct tape and prayers. And you're a middling sorcerer at best, Mystic.

"And of course, Percival Summers, our final member. Providing tactical expertise and a base of operations. Together, we could be unstoppable!"

A cheer went up from the group. Fairly weak, considering only six people were cheering, but the Mystic seemed satisfied. He dismissed his illusory map, and reached under his seat for a briefcase. He placed it on the table. "Inside are documents detailing how we can go about taking control of these areas. I propose we all read them over carefully, and reconvene tomorrow--"

Percy cut the man in the robe off. Most of the group didn't look thrilled at the prospect of reading a hundred-page-long dossier, no doubt in the smallest possible font. "Now now, Mystic. Don't get ahead of yourself. I brought this wine out of the cellar just for this occasion-- it would be a shame if we all left without a toast, no?"

The sorcerer smiled, clearly somewhat uncomfortable having Percy so close. He picked up his wine glass, with Percy following suit, and raised it high. "To a new age of villainy, my friends!"

The cry went up from the group. "To a new age of villainy!"

One by one, they took a drink from the glass. One by one, they slumped over in their seat, dead in seconds.

You know, for a bunch of super-criminals, it's a wonder none of them thought to check for something like botulinum toxin in their drink. Percival raised his glass high, in mock salute.

"To a new age of villainy," he said.
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"A shame you won't be here to see it."

Percival Summers: Irrigo.

"I is for IRRIGO. No one remembers why. Irrigo colours the forgotten corners of home."

Name: Percival Summers.

Alias: Irrigo.

Age: 21.

A.K.A.: Space-Age Scion, the Purple Pawn, the Forgotten Falcon.

Forget-Me-Not.

What is the color of forgetting? With what kind of ink do you write when you do not wish your words to be recorded?

Percival Summers was the youngest of three children. Their father was named Arthur, his brother Lancelot, and his sister Guinevere. Arthur Summers was known as the Mad King, a powerful 'super-villain' in his heyday, during the Sixties. He took over a town in the English countryside, and renamed it Camelot. It wasn't much, as far as personal fiefdoms went, but it was also no place to raise children in. Lance, Gwen, and Percy, as they called each other, before they could properly pronounce their medieval names, and which stuck as nicknames, were raised by the King's 'consorts.' That is to say, the mothers of his children. He wasn't a complete despot- he was charismatic, and powerful. That attracted a certain type, who were more than willing to bear his heirs. In the town of Camelot, you lived according to the Mad King's whim. And when he had a bad day- a particularly humiliating defeat by a hero, perhaps, he would take that out on his children. Not Lancelot- never Lancelot. He was the Mad King's Squire, and later his Knight. He excelled where his siblings did not, and he had something else going for him. Powers. His abilities were almost the same as those of his father- superhuman strength, and what Arthur liked to call his 'ancestral blade.' He swore up and down that it was Excalibur, returned to its rightful wielder. This claim was likely less than true, but its power was evident to all. It could cleave through about anything. Lance received something more fitting to his name- a lance, which had the same super-sharp edge as his father's blade, as well as granting its user unerring aim when thrown.

Gwen and Percy did their damndest to survive their father, together. They were near-inseperable as children, until one day Guinevere forgot all about her younger brother. She'd developed powers of her own, approximating a sort of magic, though not the true sorcery. Arthur waited a few years more for Percy to develop his own abilities, and then finally kidnapped a specialist to examine him. Regretfully, they told the King that his youngest heir had no capacity for super-powers. Disgusted, Arthur too forgot all about his third son. This was crushing- young Percy idolized his family, despite their maltreatment of hi, He wanted nothing more than to be a Champion of the Realm like them. He wanted to go on quests, riding a mighty steed- what his father called taking the family van into the nearest proper city to rob the bank there, for the hundredth time. (After a point, they began setting aside money to give to the King, to appease him, so he wouldn't empty their vault entirely.) One day, in a drunken rage, after Percy had dropped a glass of milk on the floor one too many times, the King 'exiled' him.

At sixteen, desperate and alone, Percy turned to the one thing he knew. Crime. He adopted an oversized purple hood, with a faux-fur-lined collar, and a cheap prop sword. His attempt to stick up a bank went comically wrong, and he fled, in tears, the police hardly bothering to chase him down. Percival ended up in an alleyway, retching into his mask. And then, at the lowest he could ever have imagined being, he fell further. With no one who cared for him, or spared him a second thought, he simply disappeared. And Percy found himself somewhere else. The Abyss, where forgotten things go. A chasm so deep that naught e'er returns, where the off-purple mists of Irrigo wash away all of your memories, until you are nothing but a blank slate. Percy spent over fifty years there, fighting desperately to hold on to his very self. And then, one of the police officers who'd arrived at his botched bank robbery, told the tale to a group of his fellow retired cops. It wasn't much- barely a handhold. But Percy had learned strength in the Abyss. He clawed his way back to reality, in the middle of that very room. The Irrigo mists pervaded him, wiping the already-fading memories from the aging former police, until they were drooling shells of their former selves.

Percy himself had aged in the Abyss- not fifty years, but a mere five. He sought out his family, and found that Camelot had recovered, the memory of their former warlord already fading. But a year after his disappearance, a group of heroes had freed the town from the King, and sent him and his family running. Few fared enough to chase him down, so he fled to the countryside, and used what remained of his ill-gotten gains to finance 'a home fit for a king.' He, Lancelot, and Guinevere had lived there through the Seventies, until a group of early-Eighties 'anti-heroes' had slaughtered them all. It was then that Percival realized what his family had been. Not that he still harbored any delusions about whether they were 'Champions of the Realm,' any more. No, he realized that they had never even been super-villains. They'd been super-criminals. The primary differences being that super-criminals robbed banks, and eventually got killed by someone more important. Whereas super-villains were important. They made marks on the world- sometimes literally. And Percival had no intentions of being mere c-list fodder. He's going to be so big, so important, that nobody could ever forget him.

Unforgettable.

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Though he lacks genetic potential for the meta-human gene, Percival is no longer without powers. The mists of Irrigo pervaded him, imbuing his body and his mind with the color of forgetting. He breathes the stuff, using his mask as a filtration system so he doesn't have to regulate his breathing. When he wishes to, he can release the Irrigo, producing a cloud of the stuff. It smells like flowers, and few can help but breathe it in- though holding your breath is no escape. It may disorient you, or cause amnesia, and even Agnosia, if he's in a vindictive mood. The Irrigo effect also works on physical contact, even through gloves or clothes. Irrigo's effect can be resisted through sheer force of will, and- most of the time- its effects fade after minutes or hours.

Despite being neglected by his family, and brought up in a decidedly non-traditional environment, Percival did not lack for education. In fact, being driven and dedicated, but also free of a stifling educational system, his studies did exceptionally well. Lacking powers, he decided to compensate by learning martial arts. Before his father grew disdainful of his youngest child, he indulged the idea, kidnapping a martial arts instructor. The man was only to be freed after Percy held a black belt, and he rose to the occasion. With the physical aspect covered, Percy turned to the intellectual. he studied tactics- military history and modern theory both. He practiced with firearms and melee weapons, and even taught himself coding, when computers seemed to be the next big thing. The only reason his bank robbery failed was a crippling lack of self-confidence, which had long since been ground out of him by his father, who cared little for practicalities, when Percival could not manifest powers of his own.

Armory.

Though he now possesses an ability stronger than those his family once wielded, Percival also remembers well his time without powers. Relying on them alone can be fatal- his own family was slain by a group of vigilantes whose main power was 'having guns.' As such, he does not rely on his own powers- and one might be foolish enough to think he has none, from outward appearances. He wears a costume somewhat reminiscent of his embarrassing original outfit, but updated for the modern era. The hood features a built-in filtration system, so Percival doesn't accidentally exhale a cloud of Irrigo. He isn't helpless without it, but it's also rather comfortable. His yellow gloves are custom-designed, to allow Irrigo to flow easily from his fingertips. His body armor features chest holsters for his twin Berettas, usually hidden by a brown jacket. The body armor isn't super-tech, but rather top-of-the-line 'mundane' armor, providing him protection on par with a SWAT team in full riot protection gear.

Percy carries twin handguns, the simple utility of being able to project death at range too useful to pass up. The pouches at his belt also contain a number of zip-ties, several backup phones, and a taser. He generally clips two to four grenades to his belt as well.
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"Now, let's make some memories."
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Post by Weltgeist » Wed May 30, 2018 2:40 am

Straight hype.

Super excited to see where you go with this.

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Post by Contingency » Wed May 30, 2018 2:52 am

So he goes around drugging people?
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Post by Orph » Wed May 30, 2018 2:54 am

Contingency wrote: ↑
Wed May 30, 2018 2:52 am
So he goes around drugging people?
😧
If you want to think of it as science rather than magic, then I suppose so.
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Post by Contingency » Wed May 30, 2018 2:57 am

Orph wrote: ↑
Wed May 30, 2018 2:54 am
Contingency wrote: ↑
Wed May 30, 2018 2:52 am
So he goes around drugging people?
😧
If you want to think of it as science rather than magic, then I suppose so.
What would thinking of it as magic be?
😨
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Post by Orph » Wed May 30, 2018 2:57 am

Contingency wrote: ↑
Wed May 30, 2018 2:57 am
Orph wrote: ↑
Wed May 30, 2018 2:54 am
Contingency wrote: ↑
Wed May 30, 2018 2:52 am
So he goes around drugging people?
😧
If you want to think of it as science rather than magic, then I suppose so.
What would thinking of it as magic be?
😨
Magic mist that fucks with your mind?
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Post by Contingency » Wed May 30, 2018 3:03 am

Orph wrote: ↑
Wed May 30, 2018 2:57 am
Contingency wrote: ↑
Wed May 30, 2018 2:57 am
Orph wrote: ↑
Wed May 30, 2018 2:54 am


If you want to think of it as science rather than magic, then I suppose so.
What would thinking of it as magic be?
😨
Magic mist that fucks with your mind?
That's even worst!
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Post by Azra » Wed May 30, 2018 11:32 am

Nicely done
Eager to see what you do with him


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