Post by Victor Vandregas on Nov 4, 2007 6:10:30 GMT -5
Name: Victor Vandregas
Alias: Verdugo
Occupation: Student, Part-time Mechanic
Birthplace: London, England
Education: Cambridge University
Weight: Roughly 7 or 8 stone
Height: 5' 9"
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Black
Powers: Victor has the ability to transform into an inhuman creature dubbed the Verdugo; the Executioner. This monstrous beast, standing at 6' 8", boasts an incredibly tough, insectoid exoskeleton and a long, muscular tail sporting a deadly, sickle-like blade. Its keen eyesight allows it to see clearly in the dark, and the tip of the blade is lined with a strange green substance that stops wounds healing. If it gets into an injury, the affected wound will stay open for months after, no matter how small the cut. The Verdugo can run at speeds of up to 30 mph and leap 25 feet into the air.
Abilities: Victor knows his way around the inner workings of most vehicles. He drives a black Nissan 350z sporting red lightning vinyls. He can also play the guitar exceptionally well. He owns a Gibson Explorer with the same finish as his car.
Bio: The only child of Angelo and Lucia Vandregas, Victor was, by all accounts, brought up as a normal child. His education was second to none, and his intelligence and wit shone through, not to mention his good looks. He was one for the ladies in his early teens, but seemed to lose interest when he turned fifteen. This was probably due to his rapid attitude adjustment. The once talkative and friendly Victor became a lot more silent and stoic. The sarcastic barbs he doled out could be as dry as the Sahara desert. Nonetheless, he still held appeal to the few rocker chicks he met.
Nobody knew the true reason for this sudden change but Victor. One night, when he was fifteen, he was confronted by a gang of muggers. The leader, armed with a lead pipe, demanded all Victor’s money. Victor adamantly refused. The mugger claimed he’d already “dealt with” Lucia. Victor laughed in the mugger’s face and asked for some proof. Amazingly, the thug obliged. From his back pocket, he withdrew a photo. He unfolded it and handed it to Victor… and the boy’s jaw dropped. The photo was of his mother; tied to a chair, naked, bruised and bleeding. As the thugs laughed at Victor’s reaction, Vic’s anger welled up like a volcano. His breathing came heavily, through gritted teeth, and just as the muggers advanced to take Vic’s money by force, Victor released an inhuman scream of fury. His body started shifting, his skin blackening and hardening. His eyes went jet black, with blood red pupils. He sprouted a 4 metre long tail tipped with a cruel blade. His clothes seemed to melt into his body and become part of this creature. After 30 seconds, the Verdugo had risen. Its icy, merciless gaze fell upon the thugs, who began backing away slowly, dropping their weapons. The Verdugo gave a roar of fury, charged forward… and the rest is history. When the thugs were found the next morning, they were unconscious, each with a V carved into his forehead. Strangely, these cuts did not close for months. Not only that, when the muggers came to, they were so catatonically terrified that they couldn't remember anything of the pervious night, let alone identify their assailant.
Victor studied at Cambridge University for two years before moving to the States because his father's recent promotion entailed a post in New York. Not two weeks after they'd found a house, the three were caught up in a bank robbery. Victor managed to slip out of sight, and returned as the Verdugo. It took him less than two minutes to dispatch all of the robbers. The civilians, having gotten over their fear of the creature, cheered it on as it dragged the would-be thieves outside so that the police could deal with them. When it was done, the beast made its exit. Back home, Victor was given a hero's welcome. His parents were ecstatic. It was then that he realised what he was capable of. He could turn this curse into a gift, and use it for the good of the city. And so he has done, using this monster to stamp out crime wherever it rears its head.
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Alias: Verdugo
Occupation: Student, Part-time Mechanic
Birthplace: London, England
Education: Cambridge University
Weight: Roughly 7 or 8 stone
Height: 5' 9"
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Black
Powers: Victor has the ability to transform into an inhuman creature dubbed the Verdugo; the Executioner. This monstrous beast, standing at 6' 8", boasts an incredibly tough, insectoid exoskeleton and a long, muscular tail sporting a deadly, sickle-like blade. Its keen eyesight allows it to see clearly in the dark, and the tip of the blade is lined with a strange green substance that stops wounds healing. If it gets into an injury, the affected wound will stay open for months after, no matter how small the cut. The Verdugo can run at speeds of up to 30 mph and leap 25 feet into the air.
Abilities: Victor knows his way around the inner workings of most vehicles. He drives a black Nissan 350z sporting red lightning vinyls. He can also play the guitar exceptionally well. He owns a Gibson Explorer with the same finish as his car.
Bio: The only child of Angelo and Lucia Vandregas, Victor was, by all accounts, brought up as a normal child. His education was second to none, and his intelligence and wit shone through, not to mention his good looks. He was one for the ladies in his early teens, but seemed to lose interest when he turned fifteen. This was probably due to his rapid attitude adjustment. The once talkative and friendly Victor became a lot more silent and stoic. The sarcastic barbs he doled out could be as dry as the Sahara desert. Nonetheless, he still held appeal to the few rocker chicks he met.
Nobody knew the true reason for this sudden change but Victor. One night, when he was fifteen, he was confronted by a gang of muggers. The leader, armed with a lead pipe, demanded all Victor’s money. Victor adamantly refused. The mugger claimed he’d already “dealt with” Lucia. Victor laughed in the mugger’s face and asked for some proof. Amazingly, the thug obliged. From his back pocket, he withdrew a photo. He unfolded it and handed it to Victor… and the boy’s jaw dropped. The photo was of his mother; tied to a chair, naked, bruised and bleeding. As the thugs laughed at Victor’s reaction, Vic’s anger welled up like a volcano. His breathing came heavily, through gritted teeth, and just as the muggers advanced to take Vic’s money by force, Victor released an inhuman scream of fury. His body started shifting, his skin blackening and hardening. His eyes went jet black, with blood red pupils. He sprouted a 4 metre long tail tipped with a cruel blade. His clothes seemed to melt into his body and become part of this creature. After 30 seconds, the Verdugo had risen. Its icy, merciless gaze fell upon the thugs, who began backing away slowly, dropping their weapons. The Verdugo gave a roar of fury, charged forward… and the rest is history. When the thugs were found the next morning, they were unconscious, each with a V carved into his forehead. Strangely, these cuts did not close for months. Not only that, when the muggers came to, they were so catatonically terrified that they couldn't remember anything of the pervious night, let alone identify their assailant.
Victor studied at Cambridge University for two years before moving to the States because his father's recent promotion entailed a post in New York. Not two weeks after they'd found a house, the three were caught up in a bank robbery. Victor managed to slip out of sight, and returned as the Verdugo. It took him less than two minutes to dispatch all of the robbers. The civilians, having gotten over their fear of the creature, cheered it on as it dragged the would-be thieves outside so that the police could deal with them. When it was done, the beast made its exit. Back home, Victor was given a hero's welcome. His parents were ecstatic. It was then that he realised what he was capable of. He could turn this curse into a gift, and use it for the good of the city. And so he has done, using this monster to stamp out crime wherever it rears its head.
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