Post by 'Florida Man' on Oct 5, 2019 3:09:38 GMT
NAME: Liam Merryweather
CODE NAME: Florida Man
ALIGNMENT: Vigilante (ex-Villain)
TITLE: N/A
AGE: Twenty-Four
GENDER: Male
QUIRKLESS!
COSTUME: Liam's costume comes equipped with Kevlar insulated padding, providing extra protection in the heat of combat.
EXPERTISE -
FIREARMS SKILLS > Time in America and the Yakuza have seen many different guns and bullets pass through Liam's hold, and years of experience has made him an accurate and efficient shooter, above even law enforcement and most crooks.
STREET FIGHTING > A mish-mash of fighting styles which forms an unpredictable method of self-defense and offense alike. While it isn't an 'official' style, it is nonetheless effective
PARKOUR > Advanced movement in an urban setting. Includes jumping distances, climbing, balance across slim surfaces, etc.
FLAW: CLAUSTROPHOBIA > An overwhelming fear of having seemingly no escape or being entrapped in a tight space. Liam often turns very violent and irrational when confronted by it.
APPEARANCE: A 5' 8" man, Liam looks extraordinarily ordinary beneath his vibrant colors and disguises. A moderate build, black hair, brown eyes, and a creamy complexion.
BACKGROUND: Florida is in fact, not in Japan.
Liam Merryweather, an American by birth, had a rough start to his life. Half American and half Japanese, his father was never in the picture - the child a product of a one night stand between a powerful businessman and a submissive foreign worker. He grow in poverty for most of his life, ebbing an existence in the sweltering swamps of the infamous southern state. Despite being naturally smart, he was also a deliquent, skipping class in favor of questionably legal activities. By age fifteen he had discharge a firearm, participated in narcotics, and committed several acts of petty theft.
Work dried up and an exhausted and uncaring mother then plucked the teenager from what little of a life he had, dragging him kicking and screaming across the ocean to her native country of Japan. He was already bilingual from the irksome lessons his mother had heaped upon him, but Liam wanted nothing to do with this foreign place. Despite 'passing' as a native, he initially despised Japan - from the rigorous laws to the overglorification of Heroes.
That didn't really stop him from getting involved in criminal activity, not at all. It simply made him better at covering it up and finding clever ways to avoid truancy patrols. A small seed of doubt had planted itself in his mind at that point over the validity of what he was really doing, but the overwhelming roar of anger and disparity he had wallowed through trumped it. He was arrested for the first time, amazingly, at age seventeen - local newspapers latching onto the headline: "Florida-born man attempts to set neighbor's house on fire 'because he gave me a squinty-eyed look'"
The luck of the devil on his side, along with it being his first case, Liam was let off the hook lightly. He didn't learn. More years passed, his crimes growing in intensity by the day as he hungered for money - the one thing he never had. Eventually, his skills were noticed and he was picked up by a small but influential Yakuza sect. He became their 'cleaner', and for a year he duitfully killed in the name of securing a better life for himself.
Every splatter of blood, every funeral listing, every broken family eventually got to him - piled up over time as the seed of doubt sprouted into something larger. Having survived in the 'real world' for so long, Liam grew some inkling of respect for Heroes and what they stood for. Not as idols, but as pillars of hope - an icon to look up to when your world goes dark. Something he needed. It was enough to make him snap, and one day, he decided he'd do the world a favor.
Careful planning, abuse of trust, and utilization of normally highly illegal firearms eventually led to Liam killing all twenty-two other members of the Yakuza sect he was in over the course of a week. Local newspapers reported the deaths as 'mass suicide', other Yakuza now inclined to move in to 'take over' the open territority. As if. Liam had a new calling and a purpose, and what better way to make a name than by calling yourself 'Florida Man?'
CODE NAME: Florida Man
ALIGNMENT: Vigilante (ex-Villain)
TITLE: N/A
AGE: Twenty-Four
GENDER: Male
QUIRKLESS!
COSTUME: Liam's costume comes equipped with Kevlar insulated padding, providing extra protection in the heat of combat.
EXPERTISE -
FIREARMS SKILLS > Time in America and the Yakuza have seen many different guns and bullets pass through Liam's hold, and years of experience has made him an accurate and efficient shooter, above even law enforcement and most crooks.
STREET FIGHTING > A mish-mash of fighting styles which forms an unpredictable method of self-defense and offense alike. While it isn't an 'official' style, it is nonetheless effective
PARKOUR > Advanced movement in an urban setting. Includes jumping distances, climbing, balance across slim surfaces, etc.
FLAW: CLAUSTROPHOBIA > An overwhelming fear of having seemingly no escape or being entrapped in a tight space. Liam often turns very violent and irrational when confronted by it.
APPEARANCE: A 5' 8" man, Liam looks extraordinarily ordinary beneath his vibrant colors and disguises. A moderate build, black hair, brown eyes, and a creamy complexion.
BACKGROUND: Florida is in fact, not in Japan.
Liam Merryweather, an American by birth, had a rough start to his life. Half American and half Japanese, his father was never in the picture - the child a product of a one night stand between a powerful businessman and a submissive foreign worker. He grow in poverty for most of his life, ebbing an existence in the sweltering swamps of the infamous southern state. Despite being naturally smart, he was also a deliquent, skipping class in favor of questionably legal activities. By age fifteen he had discharge a firearm, participated in narcotics, and committed several acts of petty theft.
Work dried up and an exhausted and uncaring mother then plucked the teenager from what little of a life he had, dragging him kicking and screaming across the ocean to her native country of Japan. He was already bilingual from the irksome lessons his mother had heaped upon him, but Liam wanted nothing to do with this foreign place. Despite 'passing' as a native, he initially despised Japan - from the rigorous laws to the overglorification of Heroes.
That didn't really stop him from getting involved in criminal activity, not at all. It simply made him better at covering it up and finding clever ways to avoid truancy patrols. A small seed of doubt had planted itself in his mind at that point over the validity of what he was really doing, but the overwhelming roar of anger and disparity he had wallowed through trumped it. He was arrested for the first time, amazingly, at age seventeen - local newspapers latching onto the headline: "Florida-born man attempts to set neighbor's house on fire 'because he gave me a squinty-eyed look'"
The luck of the devil on his side, along with it being his first case, Liam was let off the hook lightly. He didn't learn. More years passed, his crimes growing in intensity by the day as he hungered for money - the one thing he never had. Eventually, his skills were noticed and he was picked up by a small but influential Yakuza sect. He became their 'cleaner', and for a year he duitfully killed in the name of securing a better life for himself.
Every splatter of blood, every funeral listing, every broken family eventually got to him - piled up over time as the seed of doubt sprouted into something larger. Having survived in the 'real world' for so long, Liam grew some inkling of respect for Heroes and what they stood for. Not as idols, but as pillars of hope - an icon to look up to when your world goes dark. Something he needed. It was enough to make him snap, and one day, he decided he'd do the world a favor.
Careful planning, abuse of trust, and utilization of normally highly illegal firearms eventually led to Liam killing all twenty-two other members of the Yakuza sect he was in over the course of a week. Local newspapers reported the deaths as 'mass suicide', other Yakuza now inclined to move in to 'take over' the open territority. As if. Liam had a new calling and a purpose, and what better way to make a name than by calling yourself 'Florida Man?'
