[Whatsyourface]

Several hours later. During the day. Nemaz is outside, walking through the streets. He is now in simple civilian clothes. Grey Cargo pants. A thick blue jacket. An orange fiery designed shirt. Nemaz has dark skin, brown eyes and dreads, tied into a pony tail neatly. With a cap on his head. Nemaz no longer goes by his code name. Not under this identity. While Dur-El ran to the North pole at amazing speeds, Garret had decided after some rest to go grocery shopping.

Genetically and Surgically enhanced super soldier or not. Garret needed food eventually. He walked through the city with a rather straight calm facial expression. He walked with his hands in his pockets. “Spare some change man?” A homeless man said laying on the side to Garret. Garret stopped and looked at the man. He took out a bill and let it float to the bottom of the man’s hat he had laying in front of his feet. “Thank ya sir. Bless your soul.” He says. Garret walks away. To the man’s astonishment it is a $100 dollar bill.

Garret walks through the supermarket doors. He gets a cart and rolls by. Scooping up cans mostly non perishable foods. And more luxurious things. A cake and milk. He rolls up to the line as soon as he has all of his food. He waits in line. And looks forward. THere is a little girl sitting in the cart in front of him. As her mom unpacks her things. The girl smiles at Garret. Who looks at her blankly. She frowns and sticks her tongue out at Garret. Who again, returns a blank stare. She looks angrily at Garret. And he smirks. She at him weirdly. “Come Lucy time to go.” The woman says wheeling the cart off with the girl who looks at Garret, as he loads his things into the carting line.

The cashier looks away for a moment and Garret silently and swiftly loads his things onto the belt for her to scan his hands a blur. Everything is there after a few moments.Around 20 or so cans. The woman looks at the belt with disbelief and stares at Garret. Garret looks at her neutrally. He raises an eyebrow. “Something wrong?” “…..Oh! What? Oh. Um. No.” She starts scanning her things. Nemaz looks away for a second smirking as he looks on his phone.

As everything is bagged Garret carries it all in a two large grocery bags. “Do you…need some help sir?” “No. I am fine.” Garret says leaving the market his bag full of food. He walks through Gotham’s streets like any other person.

[Whatsyourface]

SR looks around. From his perspective there is data about his face. No language known to earth. He looked at the water to scan it’s content. He sucks in the wastewaster for a bit. Then continues. On for sometime. Wandering about the sewers aimlessly. He is unknowingly in Lexcorps vicinity as he saunters aimlessly through the sewers.

SR hears a noise from above. His acute senses picking up on some meager vibrations through the ground. Like a scream. SR switches to thermal and sees a heat signature above him. He pauses for a few moments.

The ground shakes for a moment. Then it shakes again. A sewer cap flies up as something bursts from the ground. SR lands on the ground, the pavement cracking with his landing. SR looks Claws come out it hands and he runs forward at alarming speed for a creature his size. The ground shaking from his approach as he leaves footprints in the solid ground. SR is momentary blur as he jumps by the drone. Cassandra falls out of the drones grip as it falls apart into pieces.

Behind Cassandra, SR53 is jumping rapidly about tearing through drones slashing about the drones. He misses one, and lands on a wall. He stands on the wall, puts his fist to, and rips a part of the wall out. SR jumps forward and throws the chunk at the drone. He detracts his claws as he sees the last drone and lunges it. The drone attempts an evade as it fires at SR but he grabs it none the less adjusting it’s direction, and crushes it in his hands as if they were made of aluminium foil. He stops for a moment to look it over as if momentarily curious. Then takes it in his arms and crushes it as if it were made of aluminium foil.

It sees the woman, and tilts it’s head out of apparent curiosity. He exhales carbon dioxide gas from ea port in front of him. Then walks forward on all 4s rather slowly. He stops about 2 feet from her leaning towards her. *Sniff sniff sniff* It has a heavy breath as it sniffs in a manner similar like an animal. Smelling around her. It looks at her with it’s glowing eyes.

[Whatsyourface]

SR lands in the street making a crater and looks up at the drones. It growls and walks into an alley. Then backhands a hole in the building and walks through into it. Drones fly in after it two get punched away by SR, it waiting for the drones to fly into it. In a cramped space. Their air superiority gone, SR grabs two and smashes together into another. He puts his arms into the ground, and rips up a chunk of ground and hurls it at the drones like a the drones. The fly back into the wall broken.

More drones appear soon. But by this time. SR is already gone.

SR in the sewers trudges through the tunnels.

[Whatsyourface]

SR53 leans over the paper. He does not read the paper because he can’t. A small cloud surrounds the pen as the letters and numbers “SR-53” are scribbled onto the paper as if a 4 year old wrote it. He stands up right and walks away the ground shaking a bit as he does.

[Whatsyourface]

Inside a facility in Metropolis some….thing has been found and brought in for study within the wasteland. It has been strapped to a table and is being looked over by research bots. It is being scanned over. A remote control even. It has organs, and yet it also has circuitry. It appears to be a cyborg. However, it’s organic parts do no appear to be like any terrestrial creature that exists. IT’s entire anatomy seems to in fact be made to work well with it’s inorganic parts. It has blood even. And a nervous system. It is large and has hidden weapons in it’s arms and torso. It doesn’t have a mouth that can be seen. But…it also seems to breath. There is within it, a large presence of bacteria and fungus. Which seem to not be a disease of any kind. They seem to actually help produce fuel for the organism. From water. It appears to be partially nuclear powered. With thorium reactors located within the torso…

The extensive overview and scanning takes place for hours as research bots analyze it. However. Eventually. It’s eyes glow. And it looks about. It itself observing it’s environment. The machines around it. It tries to move at first but is restrained. It makes a Gorilla like noise angered. And jerks in its restraints as it breaks free through its reinforced restrains easily and gets up. An alarm sounds. It hears drones flying and footsteps.

The creatures crouch and jumps leaving behind a dent in the ground ground. It goes through floor after floor. Until it shoots out the roof. It goes 200 feet into the air and then lands. It’s landing makes a large crater as the ground shakes for a second. It picks it feet and walks out. Looking around. Taking in it’s surroundings. It gets blasted in it’s side and pushed into a building.

A large robot aims it’s energy beam at SR causing it to fly in through a buildings wall. 2 more of the bots land. They all aim at the hole in the building. There is a shaking heard as SR comes from the 5 floors up and pounce one bot. SR53 mercilessly smashes him into the ground with his fist and picks up the remains of the bot. It uses it to shield itself from anothers blast. Then just tosses it into the other. Another blasts him in his back and this time SR does not get knocked back.

SR turns around and runs through the laser the ground shaking as he makes footprints with each step. SR grabs the bot by the face and picks it up. It bashes it face first into the ground repeatedly. It does so multiple times in quick succession. A very simple yet effective means of destroying it. It then throws it over a block away with a swift toss. It turns to the remaining bot who is getting up.

It gets right back down as SR lands on it. SR picks it up and holds it over it’s head. Then over a few seconds, it tears the bot in two. It roars triumphantly into the air. Drones fly over and it throws the bots torso at it to knock it down. Then the lower torso at another.

It roars as more appear and jumps away. It lands on the wall of a building. It looks back at the drones then jumps off the building into the distance as drones fly after it to chase it.

[Whatsyourface]

Name: SR53

Age: 2

Appearance: Very large. “Hulking.” Black and grey skin. Dull Glowing eyes. Metal head. Hexagonal polymered Texture. Large body. Extremely large arms. The ends of his arms have armor and no hands. Making them more ideal for bludgeoning and smashing. They are longer then his arms. Enabling him to run on all fours in a gorilla like manner. His toes are clawed. It weighes over 2,400 lbs and is 8 ft tall standing straight up. Although it usually has a hunched over stance. Each arm alone weighes a few hundred pounds. Whenever it exerts itself, it glows a hot orange after some time. OFten releasing unwanted waste.

Abilities

Superhuman strength- It can lift up to 100,000 tons without strain with sufficient power. It strike with enormous force. Capable of causing small shockwaves and disorting the air with it’s swings. It can easily send opponents flying with a single strike. It can smash through most materials easily, and ram through buildings. It can shift a dense selectively hard fluid to it’s arm and add more weight. It can jump large distances, hundreds of feet at a time.

Superhuman speed- It can run up to 200 mph for up to 15 minutes. requires time to accelerate to such speeds. It can’t simply appear in front of you in an instant but it is rather fast otherwise. It’s striking speed can be surprisingly quick. However often. It’s strikes can be slow at times and even faster strikes often require wind up. Although it is more than capable of striking quickly and exerting itself to hit faster.

Superhuman durability- Extremely durable. Made of mostly synthetic organic flesh and other materials on the inside, CNT, Aerogels and tungsten disulfide fullerenes compose muscles and interior. Seemingly nigh invulnerable. It can take punches in the tens of thousands of tons or more easily. Very high explosives can stun or slow it down. Most handheld firearms cannot cause even superficial damage. Often times, it takes advanced weapons such as directed energy weapons of very high power, tanks (probably the least effective in penetration. Though they can knock him down) , naval weapons or railgun velocity weapons to begin to damage it. It can withstand temperatures of up to 3,500 f. Roughly enough to walk around in molten magma without harm. However, when submerged in water it is vulnerable to extreme amounts of electricity. If internals are exposed/it is bleeding. Cannot survive ground zero of a nuclear weapon.

(Added for clarity on subject) Extremely Resistant to EMPs. However, if the pulse is of sufficient strength to physically damage him, it can disable some functions. Including use of the utility fog, overdrive and it’s HUD.

Healing factor- It’s healing factor is not much better than a humans. If it somehow were to lose a limb, it would take hours for it to heal. Internal batteries, circuitry and organs heal much faster than a regular humans, but still require much time with heavy damage.

Superhuman endurance/Stamina- Does not need sleep. Can operate at peak efficiency. Non stop for a few hours. Can use an overdrive to use maximum power output to perform extreme feats of speed and strength. Can operate and live nigh indefinitely. Fuels itself otherwise with water. Can live off freshwater, seawater or even wastewaster. Extracts hydrogen from water using waste heat to fuel electrolysis. Can gain some power from the sun to speed it up.

Wall crawling: Hands and feet can adhere to surfaces. Can use this to pick up things with his “hands” due to lack of a palm and fingers

Utility fog manipulation: Controls a small invisible utility fog to manipulate objects. Utlity fog is a cloud of cell sized micro machines. Can be used in a similar way to telekinesis. This is primarily used to manipulate small things and devices due to lack of hands and fingers. Fog can take a liquid, gaseous or solid form, and can assume any 3-D shape shape imaginable. Solid form has tensile strength of 1000 PSI. Ie it is as strong as Balsa wood. Can lift up objects up to 500 pounds.

Retractable claws: Can extend claws up to 3 feet in length from his arms edged harder than diamond fullerenes.

(Forgot to mention) On board computer: Computer aids in universal language translation. Hud. Scanning. Scanning mostly limited to quantifiable data.

Superhuman senses: Bloodhound level smelling. No sense of taste. Can feel vibrations in the ground and air better then most people. Perfect vision.

Allegiance: Neutral at the beginning.

Location: Found in Metropolis

Similar. No weapons at all, clothes or gear. Brighter grey.

[Whatsyourface]

-Removed.-

[Whatsyourface]

I like Marvel. More than DC really. But we would have to build up to crossing in the marvel universe. Not just pull it out of nowhere. That said there are a lot of marvel characters I know much more about marvel then I know about DC.

[Whatsyourface]

The fire previously started by Nemaz was mostly towards the warehouse. Which had the smallest explosion. Nemaz did not want to Burn down the city. Where the warehouse was concerned. He simply wanted to tie up loose ends mostly. And send a message. To establish himself. And create fear. The warehouse fire goes out in seconds.

However, the ships fire continues to strongly burn. No matter how much water you shoot at it. The fire of the ship was caused by a nanothermite fire. And cannot be put out by an conventional means. It continues to Burn. Nemaz set of the explosion with nanothermite. Some of very same many people theorize were used in the event 9/11. The fire eats through the hell easily and quickly. The ship eventually splitting as the nanothermite reaction eats through it. It takes on water quickly and falls to the bottom of the ocean. Where the fire continues to burn underwater. And boils the water around it. Any unwanted loose ends have been tied up. The only man left is being treated for a bullet wound who is taken away back to the ambulance.

At Arkham Asylum. Nemaz sneaks around rather easily cloaked. Nemaz uncloaks however. As if he struck while the cloak is active. It can be damaged. The material that goes over Nemaz must be given chance to recede.

Nemaz looks at the inmmate door he stands in front of the door. The man was in a standard reinforced door. People laughing. And reaching out through their cell doors as they looked to Nemaz. The man behind the door asleep.

*DINK* The man shoots up in his bed at the loud noise and sees a bump in his door. A dent. *DINK DINK DANK DINK* 4 more accompany it. There is a pause for a moment. *BANG* the door is struck near the hinges *BANG* It is struck again *CRASH* The door flies to other side of the room and bans against the wall, cracking it a bit. As Nemaz walks in.

“Who are you?” The man asks. Nemaz does not respond as he pulls out an M1911 pistol and aims it at his head. The man gets up and lunges Nemaz. Nemaz pistol whips him, causing him to fall back on the floor. Nemaz then says

“It doesn’t matter, who I am. Nothing much really matters much right now. I suspect.” “You suspect right.” Guards are rushing to the cell. “Nothing personal.” Nemaz says. “I’m just a loose end. Aren’t I?” The man says. “Yes.” Nemaz says simply. The man sighes and closes his eyes. *BANG* THe gunshot goes off. And guards rush into the cell. They see the man with a hole in his head. As his blood leaks to the floor. No sign of anyone else.

Nemaz was on a very tall skyscraper. Trying out his new equipment He looks at the remains of his first escapade. Have an idea of what is going on. He noticed Dur-El jumping over and putting out the warehouse fire. He notices several more fires. Nemaz thought that was probably where the Magma woman was. He saw no sign of her. If he so desire, he might be able to use thermal to find her. Her heat signature is likely higher then everyone elses, and she would glow brightly in a crowd. However. He had no desire to do this. But there is no money in it of yet. And no sign of anyone paying him to track her down and take her down. He watches Dur-El and the police.

“Is that doomsday?” Nemaz is rather…curious. He puts the rifle down and pulls out his phone. He looks doomsday up.Then takes the scope and aims at Dur-El. His crosshairs over him. “No.” Nemaz thought to himself. “He’s smaller then doomsday. His features are a bit different. A bit more humanoid…somewhat….like a shark. “Hm….” Nemaz says.

He looks towards where Doomsday came from. He looks toward the corpse of the plant featured man. Nemaz sees Banna standing over him, he zooms his crosshairs in on her. “She is rather large.” Nemaz thinks to himself. His crosshairs then go over to Kraken. “A kid.” Nemaz thinks simply. Then his crosshairs go over to the corpse. “The plant one is dead it seems” Nemaz thinks to himself after looking over the scene for a bit. “I may have to keep note….of these three.” Nemaz says of Dur El, Banna and Kraken. holds up his rifle and puts it away. He steps off the skyscraper and jumps down. He fires his grappling device and swings up along through the air then releases as he lands on a building and jumps roof to roof.

[Whatsyourface]

Jason walked through the street at an electronics store, and picks up a few supplies. Some transistors, circuitry. Various part for a small generator. Capacitors. Batteries. He put them to the cashier as she ringed them up and he paid for it all in cash. About $103. THe cashier bagged it all for him with a smile and Jason took it with a rather faked smile. “Thank you” he said quickly and left walking out rather hardly. He turned and walked

Later Jason walks out a jersey mike’s with his philly. Looking down. Apparently lost in thought. His eyes locked on the ground as he walked idly, and then bumped into a man. “Hey watch it!” The man said walking by. Jason sparked a bit under his clothes and clenched his fist, however the man could not see his fist. “Sorry.” Jason kept walking as did the other man. Jason was angry at himself.

Jason walked into his 2 bedroom apartment. He then sat at his desk as he laid out his his tools, parts and electronics before.

Jason couldn’t help but keep thinking as he ate away from his food. And looked at his punching bag. About electricity. About lightning. About his power. Jason was powerful. He could hold and project large amounts of electricity. Lightning in itself was like the unbridled power of god, used to strike down whoever so god choose. For a while, Jason thought that was how it worked. He had a lot of time to think in Prison. And to research. Because what had happened to him before the week before his trial was forever engraved onto the side of his mind. Like a hit iron brand on the side of a cattle…

(Flashback)

Jason rolls on the ground with another larger kid, Todd. Jason at this time is about 15 and Todd 17. Jason is on top of Todd and viciously swings on him. Making Todd bleed from the nose. Todd back-fists Jason off him causing him to roll off. He gets back to his feet and Todd lunges at him with blurring speed. Jason tries to side step and knee but Todd turns and grabs Jason. Wrapping his arms around Jason, picked him up and slammed him on the hard tile ground, he grounded and pounded him, as if this was an MMA match. Jason tries to get up but Todd is bigger, stronger and not exactly slow. Todd punched Jason repeatedly and rapidly. Jason trying to punch swinging. Punching straight. Try to block. But Todd came in from all angles on Jason. And for every 1 punch Jason landed. Todd landed 6. Jason’s head bouncing against the tile each punched he took. First…his nose broke. Jason’s eyes begin to close up and turn purple. Todd was hurting his own fist from how hard he was punching Jason. Jason’s punches were growing lethargic. He reflexes slowing. Jason was blacking out as his vision disoriented

Jason could hardly see a thing as he came into and out of the world. All he could hear were muffled voices. Todd’s the loudest. He felt like he wanted to throw up. Jason was making out something as he felt the absence of a fist in his face. He saw Todd. Standing up. Shouting something. Jason wondered how did it get like this? He had been preparing for this for months. Planning to himself. Watching videos of fighters. Watching countless instruction videos. He even got a punching bag. He probably spent a bit more then a hundred hours on the bag. Literally. But after all that. All his planning went out the window when that first punch connected with Jason. As if Todd knocked it out of his head.

He couldn’t understand at all what Todd was shouting. He was being pulled back. Restrained. Jason got up to his feet and Todd was getting closer somehow. Oh. Jason broke free. Todd gets to Jason in under a second and elbows in the face. The elbow is a lot more severe than any punched. It is one of the hardest bones to strike with. It hits Jason’s forehead and actually cuts him. Jason gets knocked back and lands on his knees in a makeshift recover sliding against the ground. He gets up. Bleeding from the forehead. Blood leaking into Jason’s eyes. The crowd gathered helps Jason back up.

“You alright man? Jason? Bro. Jason. Come on man speak to me man.” A student says. Jason looks about confused. He sees Todd restrained by 3 people. Jason turns around. Blankly faced. And walks towards Todd again. Jason himself is pulled back. “Jason. Come on man don’t do it man.” “He’s is out brah. Pull him back. We gotta bring him to the nurse.” “Somebody call an ambulance!” A girl yells.

Jason shoves both people off him suddenly. Rage seething in his eyes. A current jumps along Jason. He clenches his fist. As electricity begins to rapidly flow around him and cackle. People begin backing away and Todd stops struggling. Todd is let go as he too backs away now.

Jason holds out his hand at Todd. His arm surges intensely as Jason glows brighter.

*BOOM*

There is a flash and a thunderous noise of an arc discharge. A lightning strike. Jason can’t see anything. All he can see is white. A blinding light. A ringing in his ears. It’s like an explosion went off in front of his face. “Am I blind?!” He thinks “Am I deaf?” Jason wanders around aimlessly. His hands out. He touches a wall. He stops but he can’t feel the wall. Jason hears yelling. Screaming. He wipes his blood from his face

Jason’s site begins to return. He smells a strong smell. A sweet smell….A horrible smell. A smell Jason would never in his life forget. It was acrid and nauseatingly sweet. It reminded him of pork and charcoal. It was all that came close, and was not as pleasant. Jason looks down, and it becomes clear what the smell is.

Jason looks down and to his horror, sees his hands. They are burned, like cooked meat. Not black. But his skin was a darker caramel color now, with patches of a very pale white. Seared. Steaming. His veins larger, bursting from his skin. Forever scarred. That smell was Jason’s own rapidly cooked flesh. The smell of it lingering strongly in his nose. The steam rising from his hands, boiled from his flesh. Jason thought that he would be screaming right now. But he in fact cannot feel anything. Nothing at all in his hands. Nothing at all.

Jason’s attention shifted up. Towards those who stayed. Jason could still see several. People running away. One person still frozen. People wandering around. Some blind. Some deaf. Most temporarily. A few people, not so lucky. Looking at Jason. Jason saw people gathered around a girl laying on the floor. People performing CPR.

“She’s not breathing.” A student says to Jason’s horror. She is in cardiac arrest. Jason’s eyes dart to someone getting up on the floor. Jason sees Todd getting up. Todd looks around in confusion and disbelief. He backs away and runs he disappears down the hall as Jason. Jason looks back blankly at the girl he knew. Nala. Blood is leaking onto his face.

This was not what Jason wanted. Not what he wanted at all. Blood leaks from his head to his face, and he doesn’t notice. He feels someone tackle him to the ground. He doesn’t quite remember who. And he doesn’t care. Jason can hardly remember the next few hours after that. Everything a blur as his whole world seemed to stop. He was wrapped and completely devoured by his own mind for some time. He can recall being taken away. And sirens.

[Whatsyourface]

Forget what everyone says! I like the way the new call of duty looks!

[Whatsyourface]

Jason was sitting on the edge of a rooftop 9 stories up. He looks around at the rather dark, sunless city, but very lively city. Bustling streets, traffic, lights. Like New York at night. All the time. Jason had grown accustomed to it, and liked it . Sitting up in dark blue jeans, an open hoodie and a black punisher skull shirt that can be seen through the open hood. jumped down into an alley. To slow himself, he ionizes the air to create thrust and lands on all fours.

Jason puts his hands in his pocket and walks out the alley, seamlessly blending into the crowd like everyone else. He felt for a philly cheese steak and left off to go get one from a place he knew. Rather than a generic franchised store, Jason opted for a single quality place. City like this? Best place to go.

[Whatsyourface]

Nemaz is in his warehouse. On his radio, he is playing Opera music. Ave Maria by Franz Schuebert. The news is on the background. Sitting at a desk with his laptop in front of him. He has his helmet off in the darkness and is sipping coffee. A .600 Nitro express magnum laying next his laptop, right next to the mouse. A lot of modems and equipment strewn about around the desk. As he robs a bank. He types one handed on the keyboard thinking “Robbing a bank in person?” Nemaz shakes his head.

“I can’t believe people still do that. In America, the average bank robbery nets you only $4,330. Not even that, in an easy town like this, it is crawling with capes ready to bust you.” Nemaz thinks mockingly as he sips his coffee. “This city needs more….professionals…” Nemaz taps enter. And drains over $1,000,000 from the Cobble-pot family bank account. Nemaz listens to the news. As people talk about an attack from an unknown “Woman made of magma.” With several deathes and casualties. Including children.

Nemaz pulls up another tab. Where he begins ordering new equipment and a replacement for his armor. Insulated aerogel CNT synthetic muscles to resist heat and increase Nemaz’s considerable strength already, to allow some agility even with heavy equipment. A built in faraday cage to counter electricity and any harmful EM radiation. A new “M50” mask to protect against chemical and biological weapons. He begins to order specialized ammo. Raufosss MK 211 HEIAP (High-Explosive-Incendiary-Armor-Piercing) .50 caliber rounds. Polyurethane expanding foam slugs. “Hm. Green arrow used this substance. Useful arrow. I cannot believe the same man who came up with the idea to use this, also came up with the idea of a boxing glove arrow…” Click click. He orders everything to be sent to a discreet location. Adding to his already expansive armory.

Nemaz listens to the news further. Hearing about flooding of one of gotham’s docks. And activity there. Concerning flooding, and being overrun with plants. “No use on wasting moonlight.” He loads a CZ 805. And carries 3 “9 bang” flashbangs. “Best to take advantage of this chaos.” He loads his M4 shotgun. He takes a spiked brass knuckled trench knife made of CP-154 steel and takes a sharpness test. He effortlessly cuts fine hairs of his chin with it, without so much as nicking a scratch on his skin. Then sheathes it. “Arkham awaits.” He takes a sniper like camouflage blanket over himself. Nemaz fully armored walks outside as he cloaks and disappears. The door shut and locked behind him. He presses a button on his phone. He goes outside, and cloaks. Dissappearing as he makes his way to Arkham.

On a rooftop in the asylum this night. Nemaz looks down as guards walk about the yard. Nemaz jumps down and lands with a roll. Nemaz walks right past people cloaked. Difficult to see or notice at all in darkness. As he walks straight into the facility through a side entrance and is soon walking through the halls. Distant laughter of insane inmates heard within.

[Whatsyourface]

There is a lone figure standing on the rooftops on one rainy night in Gotham city. His Barret M82 .50 cal Anti-Material in hand as he sits calmly aiming about. His crosshairs move about as he plays a song in his helmet “Sun is shining” by Bob Marley. ♫ Sun is shining, the weather is sweet, yeah♫ ♫ Make you wanna move your dancing feet now♫ Lightning flashes. ♫ To the rescue, here I am
Want you to know, y’all, can you understand?♫ The tetrahertz scanner on his scope allowing him to peer through walls. Water dripping off his rifle’s muzzle ♫When the mornin’ gather the rainbow, yeah, yeah♫ Want you to know, I’m a rainbow too now There is no place anyone could take cover, no material strong enough to withstand this .50 caliber bullet within a thousand feet. However, Nemaz was not going to kill anyone. Not here at least. No use in spilling innocent blood. No money in it.

He picks up on radio chatter from G.C.P.D. Staic “Currently investigating activity at Gotham city doc. Stand by for further instruction. We suspect it may be another shipment of venom being smuggled in from Santa Prisca” An officer says “10-4” The officer replies. Nemaz was out to prove himself capable. Where there were drugs. There was money and opportunity. He jumps he jumps roof to roof. Nemaz thought to himself “Fear as a weapon.” He remembers watching news as a young man of a man in a bat costume and mask patrolling Gotham. Who was able to even be of use to gods. To flash, to superman… “Must have been a very interesting man.” Nemaz says on his way to Gotham’s docks. “I like his philosophy.”

Nemaz arrives at Gotham’s docs. And there is already shooting. Men confronting the police in a surrounded warehouse. On a rooftop. He takes aims. His crosshair goes over the officer. Then towards the warehouse where people are shooting. Looking through a solid concrete wall there is a thunderous noise as the rifle fires. A thug in front of a wall has a giant hole nearly 1 ft in diameter in his chest. He falls to the floor. First of many to come. There is another boom. A man’s head disappears into red mist as he falls to the ground. Men fall back in the building taking cover. Nemaz pears through the walls with his tetrahertz scope. He then decides to jump down. Landing on a car and crushing it.

The police turn around as Nemaz takes aim and fires. An officer hears the supersonic crack of the bullet whir by his ear. As the bullet hits the poor thug in the spine, and blows him clean in half. Much to the horror of the other thugs. The 8 officers aim at him and fire immediately. The bullets clank against Nemaz’s helmet. His head swaying a bit. They thud against his chest and fragment with no avail. They all fire until their guns empty.

Nemaz steps off the cars and says openly to the police. He puts the rifle away. “Really, with all the freaks running around here. The metahumans. I’d at LEAST expect you to be packing some carbines at the very least. But pistols? Really now? You would be surprised how easily some of these metas can go down with a bit of firepower and some competence….” The officers reload as Nemaz runs past them at 35 charging through the war house stepping in blood. He grapples. The flat device sticking to the ceiling as he rapples up. He pulls out an M4 and sees two thugs below him.

He lands on one thug. The other turns and gets a buckshot surprise to the face, as blood splatters. He scans through the walls and crates. -Thug- “He’s picking us all off one by one!” “Who is it? Is it the bat? I thought he was gone.” “Everyone get together. He can’t take us all at the same time!” “To hell with this.” A thug takes a syringe filled with venom and he injects it. His muscles buldge grotesquely as cracking bone his heard. He clenches his stomache as he grows bigger. And bigger…and bigger.

Nemaz comes from nowhere on the 8 landing on one and rifle butting him in the face and breaking into his temple. Killing him as he sent sliding. The thugs fire to no avail. Nemaz tilts his head and aims the shotgun at them. Firing 4 shots the guards falling in a bloody heap with many small holes in them. Nemaz reloads as they fire haplessly at him, bullets bouncing off his armor. He stops to reload as if nothing happened. They drop their guns and run. Nemaz fires at each of them consecutively and they drop like rocks. He leaves one alive.

“I feel like I’m forgetting something…” Nemaz hears heavy breathing behind him. He turns around and a giant hand grabs him around his neck. And lifts him off the ground. THe Venomed thug holds him in the air and says. “I’m gonna rip you out the armor little man!” Nemaz aims the shotgun at him and the thug grabs it as nemaz shoots him in the stomach.

The thug grunts out of pain and simply throws the gun away ripping it from his hand. Nemaz grabs a thumb and finger. “Not much without your guns are you?” Nemaz pries off his thumb and finger, put them in a finger lock. There is a snap heard as he easily breaks them. The thug drops him and yells out. “Why you little.” Nemaz runs at him and kicks him hard enough to send the 490 pound behemoth of his feet and with an enormous thud against the ground. Nemaz reloads a HEAP FRAG-12 round in his shotgun. He aims at him. “No. I just prefer more efficient means.” He fires and the round blows a hole clean through his chest. He falls with a thud to the ground. Rasping for air for a moment before he dies.

He goes up to one thug crawling away and drags him back by his feet. His fingers clawing. “If you want a chance at medical attention. You’ll tell me where all of that money you got stacked up is. Or you’ll wish I used this, instead of tearing your arm off you body and smacking you with it until you bleed to death.”

Police begin to move in. Minutes later. Nemaz is gone and the thug is wounded with a shot to the leg. The police picks him up and take him away. The thug tells them to hurry. As I have planted a bomb in the warehouse and on the cargo ship. The police exchange looks and run. Hurrying away.

He walks away on a rooftop with a detonator in one hand. And case full of money in the other. He presses the detonator. *BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!* The warehouse explodes behind me as does the ship. Blast winds traveling near by. People shielding themselves as the city shakes for approximately 3 blocks briefly. Most of the rest of gotham just feeling the ground tremble from the explosion.

Nemaz gets a phone call and pulls out his cellphone. “Mhmmm…..yes…..you have my interest….who?” He asks “…..where…….Arkham asylum……?” Nemaz pauses to listen further. “….Understood.” Nemaz hangs up and puts his phone away.

He walks along to the the rooftops and hops to another. He sings a bit to himself. “Sun is shining, the weather is sweet yeah….make you wanna move your dancing feet now…To the rescue, want you to know ya’ll, can you understand?” His cloak turns on and he disappears from plain sight. Police and fire department rushing to the scene as the ship at the dock that carried venom, on fire, tips over and begins to sink.

[Whatsyourface]

Name: Garret Enson

Alias: Nemaz (Deceased)

Age: 42

Appearance: Nemaz is adorned in a high tech military kit. Armored head to go toe to toe with metahumans, CNT (Carbon nanotube) mesh around his neck. Leaving no skin exposed. All that can be seen is the dark skin under his mask. Artificial muscle fiber. African American. 6 ft tall. 220 lbs without armor. See picture below

Abilities: Enhanced physiology, strength and speed, Enhanced Reflexes, Titanium foam reinforced bones, increased bone density, spider silk composite reinforced joints, healing factor (Can regenerate and reattach limbs. Organs. Takes time), Many guns and specialized weapons, arm mounted grappling device, moderate agility. Various engineering and hacking skills acquired in serving time in the Navy Seals. Enhanced cognitive ability. Honed senses. High intelligence.

Allegiance: Neutral

Location: Gotham currently. Considering visiting metropolis.