Post by Ike on Aug 13, 2009 21:32:33 GMT -5
Past
Barcidius Black, a mad man, who always looked at life as a game. He was a murderer using mind games to show the evil in every persons heart. The M.O. was he would lock people in a house, and lure them into the basement. This is where he would use a halusenagenic gas, the colordark, and floats along the floor like fog. He had only three rules to his game. His house rules.
1. God came to my house... So I killed him.
2. I will kill anyone who comes into my house... Like I killed God.
3. If you give me one dead body... I might just ler rule #2 slide.
After his fifth job, of an entire family, he was leaving the house when a thought struck him. He hid his trenchcoat, and mask, and walked back inside the home. He switched the stove on high and waited ten minutes. He burned his finger prints off, and threw himself down the stairs into the cool, damp basement. He hit his head, and bruised several joints, and braking three or four ribs.
Now he has forgotten everything, doctors think it would be forever. That his past will always remain a secret. Without fingerprints, and no ID, his name, address, and birthdate were all lost. The twenty-five-year-old man could never know any more of his future, other than being questioned by the officers about a man, who wore a long black trenchcoat. A mask that looks like the front of a knights helmet. He enjoied playing mind games before killing people. He had already been rid of 14 others. And apparently this mysterious someone was one of 4 survivors, although one of those survivors was never found. A little girl named Susan.
That was four years ago. And this man who had been forgotten was free to breath again. Free to live a life of a normal man, without the police, or the Federal Officers spying on him. In four years this man never knew anything from his past, and hadn't bothered making a future. But something had happened to him. Or maybe he could always do it.
But he could make lamps, desks, move by pointing at them. He could run faster, and make duplications at will. He could punch harder than any person he knew. And more!
Do to his lack of knowlege to who he is, he took up an Identity, that no one would know other than a face. And a name. Because he could control things by pointing, like magic, he called himself Sage.
As he was searching for a face, a familiar mask called out to him in a pawn shop window. Sage stopped, mesmerized. Was this from his past? How was it he could feel so... good, staring at the empty eyes, of a hollow truth? He walked into the pawn shop, and asked about the mask.
The owner knew nothing of great detail. But the mask itself was reserved for another. But he had just gotten a deal on a suit of lightweight, sturdy armor. Sage took a liking to it, and purchased it.
The armor, felt like a suit of renewal. A new life, confined to his single being. He added a few touches to suit his likings of course. He set the suit in fired until the silver turned black. Burned a cloak and tore the bottom. The helmet still mesmerized him.
Present
Sage walks the night streets. Unofficially doing rights. Performing the role of a hero in this city. But he now knows that in order to succeed there must be failure. And he has failed. 50 people have died because of his in ability to save them... The subway train 123 has never left his memory.
He blames the Police Commitioner "Johnson" for his failure, but with no point in the matter. And now Sage finds himself in another city, under the junkyard. He has been here for what feels like a day now, and finds that there are more than German Terrorists who pose threats. There are Villians too.
A young looking wolf-boy, Link-AKA Warwolf- has found Sage a bit...irritable.
In the throne room of Dr. Frank Clockwork, Sage and Link fight. And Link, with superior agility, strikes hard and true. The villian over conqueired the Forgotten Man. And Sage came to rest, August 10th.
And with this final failure Sage is reborn, with a new metallic torso, reinforsed nose, and major orgins replaced, Sage has no choice, but to succeed. Because for every action, there must be an opposite Reaction. The action of Failure, comes with the opposite reaction of Success.