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Biohazard Typhoon

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Moonscar

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The ideas for the character are inspired wildly by Nevan and 275th.

Alias/Codename: Biohazard Typhoon
Age: 22
Species: Cyborg Human

Class: TechEngineer Assassin
Occupation: Assassination, VIP Control, Corporate Espionage, Capture and Detain

Current employers: None

Nanotechnology
Biohazard harbors nanobots that can act as both weapons and healing devices. The red dots around his body act as access points for the bots. Through touch, he allows the nanobots in his system to filter through into another to perform emergency repairs. They will eventually die, as they are tuned to Biohazard's organic habitat. The nanobots will gather at the surface of the skin, often giving it a black, steely appearance that moves with the contours of his body. So compact and close to one another, the nanobots can become an armor hard enough to stop bullets. Vince might or might get a bruise from the impact.

When used offensively, the nanobots can be coated over shells or within small spheres that disintegrate on impact to release them. They will then rapidly eat away at the matter they have splattered on until they die. Organic matter is the quickest to be melted. The nanobots can also gather in a cloud that Biohazard calls the "Typhoon," that also allows the nanobots to rapidly eat away at matter in a black storm of carnage.

Biohazard hadn't always had these upgrades. He had suffered from a terminal illness that rapidly sapped away at his life. The nanobots that had been implanted kept it at bay, and though the disease still lingers within his body, it is controlled to the point that it cannot harm him any longer.

Mech Eye
The eye can shuffle through a dozen settings, including thermal trackers, a targeting system (includes a zoom feature), and a metal detection system.

Heat Pockets
Upon his wrists are devices that carry pockets of super-heated air that can shoot out and severely burn a target within six feet of himself. It also burns his hands, so he does not use it often.

Anti-Grav Boots
There is a device in his boots that also allow him brief moments of zero-gravity in a pulse at any given time.



History


Bedlam.

An event that ended one earth as we knew it. The Bedlam bombs were something new; something just as destructive as nuclear bombs without the lingering radiation. It was a blessing for politicians as earth neared its first Nuclear War, which everyone was sure would ultimately wipe out all life on the planet. If the force of the bomb did not kill you, surely, the radiation would. They were out of the question when Bedlam bombs were proposed. More chance for survivors. More chance for rebuilding the earth.

Biohazard, just two when the Bedlam bombs first hit, looking outside the window at the red lights that streaked down from the sky. "Shooting stars!" he said to his mother, just before he was lifted into her arms and taken to the basement.

Seven years after the Bedlam bombings, Biohazard was diagnosed with a strange terminal illness that began to shorten his life exceptionally. It was an illness that had shown up due to Bedlam radiation, which had nearly finished off whatever life had remained. Everyone thought it would be better. The Bedlam bombs. No one realized that it would be worse.

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Technological advances skyrocketed. Life support systems became the primary focus for investment. People exchanged organs for machines that gave them a higher chance of survival. Machines that surpassed their weak immune systems. Young Biohazard, who's mother had died just a year back from the same illness, went to one of the most powerful companies for new healthcare that existed at the time. Despite his fathers wishes, Biohazard traded his services for the lengthening of his life.

After being imbued with nanites that kept the illness at bay, Biohazard began his training as an assassin. The money he was given for each job kept both him and his father alive, however, several years later, his father also contracted the illness, and refused cybernetic implants. Biohazard's father died, leaving him alone in that dark world.

He continued to do the only thing he knew how to do. Everything the company had taught him. He never strayed away from them until one day, on a raid upon a rival company, the building came down, and a broken pipe, filled with acidic liquids, spewed into his face. He lost his left eye. He was trapped under a ruined building. He was left for dead.

That is, before he was found by a small group of straggling, but resourceful rebel engineers.

They built him the mech eye. They fixed him. They sampled the nanites in his skin and improved them. They taught him how to create them so he could function without them as a crutch. He owed them so much, and in the act of repaying them, he was ported away to the Multiverse.

And that is where his story really begins.

So begins...

Biohazard Typhoon's Story

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It had been a damn long time, but the man had hoped that he would be here. He had sent out a signal for him. He stayed in one place. He had to come.

So Biohazard stood atop a building in the plaza, his arms folded, red eye scanning the streets. He had every bit of armor on, and where the armor did not cover, the nanites collected atop his skin, squeezing together tightly enough to create a barrier difficult for bullets to penetrate. A similar armor to Kevlar, but one much more useful. One that could devour matter in a matter of minutes.

"Come on...come on..." muttered the man beneath his scarf. "Neuro, I need you to be here."

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The red optic locked on and zoomed onto the figure that walked out of the alley, into the street. He didn't move an inch, like a silent gargoyle atop the building.

He spoke once Trenton got close enough.

"Thought you'd never show up. Fashionably late, though, as always."

The man stepped from the building, dropping down to the ground silently. He approached Trenton, the red eye turning in place.

"Neuro Tempest. Remember me at all?"

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The man's head lashed back in laughter.

"K-kill you? Bahaha. Good one, Neuro, though I guess I don't exactly look welcoming, ah?" He tugged the scarf down, let the nanites melt away from his face, revealing a cheeky grin.

"We were partners. Remember? Mercs, kinda. It's a shame about your memory! You never did tell me before. You did disappear a while, but...I need your help. It's a job, but it's too big for just me to do. I'll be facing a lot of people."

He pulled the scarf right back over his mouth. "But in order to do it, I need you to trust me again. But, hell, what am I going to do to help you with that? If your memory is wiped, I'm pretty screwed, aren't I?"

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Biohazard looked toward Neuro as he left, but could only shake his head after.

"Well...that went rather well. I thought there'd be a fight, at least." he mumbled. The TechEngineer turned, then walked the other way. He had business to attend of his own.

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There wasn't much noise to mark Biohazard's arrival. He would of seemed to come from nowhere, all of a sudden at the gate of The Palace, just feet away from Nina. There was a whistle.

"Whoo. Nice place you got here. I don't know why I didn't expect this- I mean, c'mon! Who knew a bunch of mercs could be classy."

A man, dressed in dark, mostly skin-tight armor, was looking up at the palace, his arms folded, a scarf wrapped around his mouth and nose to conceal his identity. He turned his head toward Nina, one eye hidden by his bangs, the other, a machine that clamped around the socket and connected to a nerve on the inside, staring at her with its eerie red glow. On his right bicep his symbol introduced him before he could speak.

Biohazard.

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"The one and only. If anyone else comes and claims to be me, well, I doubt they'll have the ability to play the part. No one else can." he replied, cheekbones lifting in, perhaps, what could have been a smile.

He followed Nina in the gates, amazed at how quickly they let him him. "You guys trust me already? Well, that's a surprise. And you hardly know me. How do you know I'm not some kind of spy or if I have some kind of bomb inside me that'll explode the moment I get inside?"

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"I think he already does." replied Biohazard, just as he brushed away a part of his bangs to give Nina a wink.

As they walked, the man took in all the sights, watched members passing by, took quite a few photos with that eye of his. "Well, that's one good way to put it. I'm glad that your belief is already so strong! I'd like to believe I'm not that stupid either-" He paused, putting a hand up.
"-which, obviously, I'm not."

Watching everyone in mostly normal clothing and Nina in her suit almost had Biohazard wishing he was wearing something else other than his..."superhero gear."

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"Interested? Well..." Biohazard watched as Nina greeted people that passed by, remembered the comment to the man who was guarding the gate at the entrance. "...you could say the group I am currently a part of isn't giving me nearly enough to do. I don't believe our leader is the most just...man...in the world, either. I needed to be a part of something more, and I thought...well, why not the Invictus?" He glanced at Nina.

"You probably have yet to figure it out." he replied. "I'm not surprised; I went as far as to change my voice, even, but you've only met me once, too. I found you all amazing. The Ripper team. There's a real sense of brotherhood and comradery between you all."

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Biohazard couldn't help but laugh. It was loud enough to capture at least brief attention, but he hardly cared. "Yeah. I like all of that, and I think my attention's been taken a lot more, now. I'm fascinated. So, where do I put my signature? Where is this Fatin and Stryfe? I suppose I'm going to have to speak to them, right?" he said to her. "Will I have to, ah, dress up better than this? Or do I have to show you all what I can do before I even think about joining?"

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"Are you sure? I do rather well with surprises." he said, folding his arms once more. An encounter with the Ripper, huh? That should be interesting. In fact, Biohazard was more than ecstatic about that one. That was Anodyne.

"What do we do now? Do I just ask more questions for you to answer? Is it imperative I use a gun?"

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Another figure hooped out of the van, very different from the other members. His armor, though black, was tight to his skin, the biohazard mark red on his shoulder. A scarf wrapped around his mouth and nose, hiding his features. Dark brown hair flopped over one eye, the other shining through with a red light. A mechanical eye.

"A woman...what are we supposed to do with her?" the man asked, his fingers tapping on his elbows. He had no guns. No weapons.

Well, no...visible...weapons.

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Biohazard rose an eyebrow at the boy. A kid? Really?

He cleared his throat as they spoke about him, fist at his mouth, or rather, where his mouth would be if not covered by the scarf. "I think I should be considered a member already." he boasted.

When Preston continued, he nodded. A threat to Terrans. Hmm. "Alright, understood. Why do we have-" He gestured to the boy. "Ahhh..."

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"I've been around here before," Biohazard replied, looking around. That eye of his zoomed onto some of the buildings, checking them out in detail. "I've fought a lot of vampires here. Collapsed a building to burn them. A brothel of bloodsuckers that had been raiding Wing City for meals." He gave a sigh. "But I've never payed attention to anything else other than the supernaturals before."

Gang activity. How was he supposed to handle a human being? Terribly delicate, terribly sporadic. "So are we going to split? Are we going to go, or just wait here?" he asked them. "And what's your part in all of this?" He aimed the question to Ethan.

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Biohazard put a hand up to his forehead and gave Preston a small salute before breaking off with his group. "Yes, sir." he replied.

His first mission with the Invictus, and they were looking for gang activity. He didn't know why they would put him up with something bigger, possibly a few Aschen soldiers, or maybe...well, something that wasn't this.

Could he whine, though? Could he, really? No.

He looked toward the kid and sighed inwardly. Well, he had Nina and Chemo on his team. They were alright. He knew they could handle themselves.

The kid might or might not have been a crutch, oh, but he'd never said it out loud.

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"Got it," replied Biohazard, unfazed by the gunshots. It was funny, however- the moment he started hearing them, the remaining skin of his face, which had previously been uncovered, inked over black, all for his eyes. He began to jog back over to Anodyne, not even bothering to stop and protect himself from the bullet showering. He would get a nasty bruise when hit, but those were nothing to worry about.

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Biohazard scanned the scene briefly before looking up at the sound of gunshots. His hand shot up in front of his face as bullets pelted against the nanite armor, then, as the explosions went off, he tumbled down, but rolled to quickly get back onto his feet. Immediately, the eye set out to look for the shooters.

"Preston, Anodyne!" he cried. "Chemo, Nina, something's happened over here! They're all gone!'

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Biohazard, after being accepted into Team Ripper, had been ecstatic. FInally, some action. Finally, something more than just waiting around for something to happen, and finally, a team, a sort of...almost family. But it was fun, regardless. It had been a long time.

So, the man, waiting outside of Gambit's, folded his arms. His armor, stuck to his skin tightly, with a few larger, slightly looser attachments made mostly for fashion than function, was pitch black, the attachments silver. Around his nose and mouth, there was a dark scarf that kept his features concealed. All except his eye. That red, glowing, mechanic eye. Under a mop of short, brown hair was a human eye. Blue.

He got the call from Chemo shortly after waiting outside for a few moments, well hidden in the alley. He entered promptly, glancing at Team Ripper.

"I totally wasn't waiting outside." he quickly stated. He stood next to Chemo. "What's happening exactly?"

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"Patched..." Vince trailed off as the patches were presented to him. He reached out to take them in his hands, both eyebrows flying up.

"...well." said Biohazard, taking them. "This is...actually pretty awesome." He picked up one and placed it on his shoulder, where the nanites grabbed onto the patch and held it tight to his outfit. Pfft. Who needed a needle and thread? Not him.

"I'm not a sap, but this is great. I think I'm getting emotional." he joked. His gaze came to the Divine Shadow and the Divine Will before carrying his gaze to...

"Oh, wow. Hello." he said to her, the mech eye zooming in for the best results.

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Biohazard raised a hand to clap over Taco's mouth. "Shhh, shh." he whispered, "Watch how it's done."

He approached Yuriko, smug and grinning beneath the scarf.

"I have a bike." he replied. "And I know how to get to the Palace."

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"Well...maybe not in my eyeball," replied Biohazard, raising a brow. He looked toward John for a moment- no, he wasn't asking permission at all- and then brought his gaze right back to Yuriko.

"Yes, I did. Impressed?" he asked. "What about you, doll? You're a hot mess, but you could probably use some preening."

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Biohazard gave them all a salute and made his exit. "Well then, ladies, I'll just be on my way. Thanks for the patches." he said, sliding out of the alley door.

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The hum of a motorcycle would meet Nina's ears as someone rolled up next to the sedan. He was both a familiar and foreign face, since every now and again almost his whole appearance changed. He was in no superhero suit, but he did not look like the nerdy young man that Nina had first met, either. He looked like Biohazard, just in rather casual clothing. A black duster, baggy pants, grey turtleneck with buttons down the side. Oh, and then there was the eye.

"Nina!" he called, sliding from the bike to approach her. "Nina, I've been looking for you. Where's Anodyne been? I hear she's gone...missing?"

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Biohazard crossed his arms, a frown coming over his face. "Lochlyn...I've heard the name going around, but I didn't know he was trying to get to Anodyne. That's troubling, to say the least." he replied. He nearly freaked out when she talked about turning her into a Cyborg Killer Kung Fu bi-

"Not even what if!" he growled, pointing at her. "It's not gonna happen! If Aschen were there, then Aschen had to of taken her! We need to find her! Does the Invictus have no idea where she could have gone?!"

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#, as written by Saarai
Anodyne and her team stood on a street corner, flanked by the fans they had gained thanks to their part in Militia duty. Though, they had to admit it was only Anodyne that brought them attention. She was a real life superhero at this point.

"This is the Veritas, Team Ripper and any other available Invictus operatives, we have CCTV footage of an attack on the WCPD headquarters." Said a woman's voice into the communication devices of Team Ripper and any other Invictus who were wearing them or had them turned on.

"Respond immediately, we're contacting the NPA, other Militia and any other available police officers who may not be on the scene. Move quickly."

"You heard her, get in the vans. We have to go." Preston ordered, he and the team rushing towards their vehicles. Anodyne stood behind, looking in the direction of the WCPD headquarters. "Anodyne, come on. We're going." Chemo shouted to the woman as he got into a van.

It was then that Anodyne shot off into the sky, then towards the WCPD HQ.

"Holy shit..."