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Name: Victor “Vic” Turner

Gender: Male

Age: 25

Occupation:

Codename: Spite

Height: 6’0”

Weight: 165 lbs

At a glance:
Tall and lean, Vic has a presence about him that almost begs people to start trouble. His sharp eyes rarely tend to soften, but analyze and take in everything around him while cutting through individuals like bullets through kittens. Add in his smug smile and nonchalant demeanor, it is a wonder more people aren't swinging for his face everywhere he goes. Despite these flaws, he is always well-groomed and dressed to match, rarely seen outside of a dark suit and brighter shirt and complimenting his attire with manners that soften the opinions armed to fire against him. Rarely seen without a light cigar and sunglasses and always wears a tie, no matter the occasion.

Clad from neck to toes in dark garb consisting of a long coat over a fitted dark shirt and harness that holds a thick blade and a long length of wire. Black pants and boots cover his lower body while twin weapons sit holstered comfortably on each leg, one Ebony, one Ivory next to a few miscellaneous clips of ammunition and a few smoke bombs and flash bangs. Gloves cover his hands and his hair is discolored and matted together with what appears to be ash or charcoal as it silhouettes an ivory mask with a taunting smile and eyes that seem devoid of life and light alike.

Since the death of Harley and the aftermath of the merger, Vic's normally nonchalant and 'go with the flow' demeanor has been riddled with confusion, frustration, and various other metaphysical wrinkles. His mind has become clustered and he often wonders if the thoughts crossing through his mind are his own, or that of his late friend. Now he tends to be less cold toward others and has a sympathetic and somewhat empathetic nature towards those around him.

Behind the mask, however, Vic has adopted the persona of "Spite" in a way to keep himself from making the same mistakes his friend did. this can sometimes cause him to hesitate to consider his options, but overall has made him more ruthless and straightforward in completing his objectives. His mission comes first with his survival at a close second. While his heart is in the right, his head knows that some threats must be eliminated in any way possible for the greater good, no matter the sin to his morality.

Abilities:

The Blessing:

Reactor core pulse wave grafted his friend's DNA and physical capabilities into his own DNA.

The Curse:

With the benefits to his physical abilities, his mind has taken the brunt of the downside. Along with the DNA that has been embedded into him, all of his friend's memories, emotions, and what generally made him 'tick' has also been imprinted in his own memories, forming another persona in his own mind. His feelings often get jumbled and his mind can become a well of chaos and mixed emotions based on his own views, and his friend's moral righteousness.

Vic Turner and Harley Davis had been close friends since their early youth. Both from prestigious families, they were shoved together and told to get along. As different as fire and ice, they found common ground on neglecting what their families shoved at them and causing as much trouble as two young boys possibly could.

Through grade school and college after, Vic was the ice to Harley's fire, the logic to his headstrong emotion that got them both into more trouble than they could have ever imagined. They were both privileged and had more than any of them could ever want, yet Harley had a vision of helping people. Giving back to the world to make it a better place and the rest of the peace and happy-go-lucky nonsense. Dragging Vic through the mud with him, it was Vic who first suggested the idea of becoming a champion of justice as a joke to his friend. But the idea stuck. And Harley ran with it. It was his new vision. And with wealth came time and unlimited resources at their disposal. Harley and Vic both trained and spent their spare time scheming and throwing ideas back and forth. After a failed mugging that left a startled gang banger unarmed and running for the hills. Harley knew this could be real.

Vic had no choice but to go along, if only to keep his friend from getting killed, and laughed when he was challenged at producing only one outfit. After a brief explanation that someone had to run support, he reached for the second prize he had brought: two specially-crafted pistols that Vic had gone through the ropes to keep their origin and buyer a secret. Harley scoffed at the idea of using firearms, but Vic urged him to at least carry one, and Vic the other. And after a few small successes, the masked Vigilante was born with Harley behind the mask.

It should have been a night as any other, a routine patrol of the city to weed out any trouble they could solve and high tail it out before the cops showed up. Harley had found something and was following where it led, eventually ending up at the science and research center as an intrusion was in process. It wasn't soon after that Vic heard the shots over his headset and soon after, communications between the two became inconsistent and altogether stopped. Something was wrong. Vic grabbed his gun and followed after Harley to find him inside one of the reactor rooms, bleeding out from a gunshot wound. Beginning to apply emergency first aid, Vic failed to notice the experimental reactor core behind him as it began to fail. Standing Harley up to get him away, the core let out a loud screech before a flash of light was the last thing Vic saw before he awoke to police shaking him. Harley was nowhere to be seen, but the shadow of a man with outstretched arms directly behind where he was found painted a story he began to remember. Harley was gone, to save him. How Vic wasn't vaporized as well was beyond his comprehension.

Vic began having visions of Harley after the incident as he recovered. One's he couldn't have possibly remembered. From time to time he thought he saw Harley as he passed a reflection as he moved. It wasn't until he began moving about on a regular basis that he realized he wasn't hallucinating. It happened slowly at first, but more and more frequently as he concentrated. His face, his stature, his build....they could all change. And everytime, Harley was the man staring back at him in the mirror. And he was stronger, much more so than before. His speed and reactions had skyrocketed as well. But his head was muddled. Everything felt as natural as walking, but Harley was still there. Everywhere he looked, when he closed his eyes, even when he meditated inside his own mind. He'd look at himself, and it was Harley he saw staring back, and even speaking in his mind.

A mix of rage and disappointment filled him when he heard the case was closed in Harley's disappearance after only a few days. Of course Vic knew he was gone, but the incompetence of those surrounding him infuriated him. It was when he came across the men Harley had been chasing that Vic knew the vigilante they had created together was far from dead. He was just getting started. Harley was right, something needed to be done. Unfortunately, kittens and rainbows weren't going to help anybody. It was time the thugs, gangsters, and moral filth of the world had someone to fear.