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Nick Harker

"It's Not Over......."

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a character in “Marvel Spirits”, as played by Raidose

Description

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SHIELD File #46




The Following Case File Is Section 5 Classified For Your Eyes Only.


Subject Name:

Nicolas Harker

Apparent Possessing "Spirit":

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Gender: Male


Age: 17


Species: Unknown, presumably Demon.


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Appearance: Subject is, or "was" a caucasian male in his teens. Height is 6'3" and weight has been estimated around 190. As a human, the subject was a lanky individual who preferred a somewhat rebellious appearance. Currently, his appearance is now a perfect replica of the aforementioned figure,
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Current appearance description entails that of a flaming skeleton (no, this is not a joke). His height has remained the same, but his shoulders are unquestionably broader. Possibly just a lack of slouching. Current weight is unknown. Usually seen wearing a black leather bikers jacket, gloves, boots, and a pair of dark grey jeans with spiked shoulders, arm bracers, knuckles, belt, and boot cuffs. Subject is confirmed to sometimes alter appearance with different apparel, most notably being a trench coat, though the jacket seams to be a favorite.






Powers:
  • Near Invulnerability- With no major organs to damage, no tissue to injure, and unbreakable bones, there isn't much that can harm Nick now. He is believed to have immortality and no longer needs food, water, sleep, or even air. The only thing that could injure him is an attack of a mystical nature. Weapons of the mortal realm are useless.

  • Hellfire Projection- Nicks "body" is covered in flames that have the ability to burn not just flesh, but the soul as well. These flames that he can generate from any part of him only seem to burn those he wants them to, leaving others to be completely unfazed. This mystic fire burns with no recordable temperature, as it simply destroys anything the caster of which wills it to. Meaning that it can predictably melt anything. Only objects shielded from dark mystical energies can resist this effect. He is known to create walls of these flames, cause spontaneous combustion, and can make any weapon he wields utilize this effect, including guns.
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  • Fire Manipulation- The Subject has displayed the ability to control existing flames to a minor degree, directing them or even "grabbing" the flames as if they were solid. Nick also appears to be able to cause sudden explosions of sheer heat capable of melting steel with a mere touch.

  • Inhuman Strength- Nick has strength capable of lifting over 25 tons, effectively making him worthy of the title of super strength. This is 15 more tons than what Spider Man can currently lift, and 5 tons more than Spider Man's highest recorded.

  • EMF Distortion- As concluded by various studies into the paranormal field, the Subject emits such a high EMF field as to cause malfunctions and distortions in electrical equipment. This can range from making computers freeze up, lights flicker, and even causing malfunctions in cameras and guided targeting equipment. This ability does not appear to be fully controllable on his part and is possibly just the byproduct of his presence. This is perhaps his only advantage against particularly techno-savvy enemies, as it means that most weapons that require a lock-on are mostly useless. It is also the reason why we have lost all ability to trace the Subject's movements.

  • Magic Resistance- Possibly due to his connections with an ancient Primordial Demon, Nick has shown resistance to all mystical forms of manipulation. Meaning that even though this is his only known way to receive damage, a fight with him is still not an easy victory.

  • Seeing Innocent Blood And Hearing It's Call- The ability to see spilled blood of innocent people long after all traces have vanished, both on people and the environment.

  • Vengeance- This manifestation of the Ghost Rider has the ability to increase it's power based on the level of sin he's surrounded by. The ability seams to be extremely taxing and can lead to a major cash after it's effects have worn off.

  • Penance Stare- Looking into the eyes of the Ghost Rider, those who've spilled the blood of the innocent feel every once of pain they've ever inflicted on others, all at once. Most of the time, a human victim is left as little more than a quivering, screaming mass and is usually institutionalized. The ability is non-lethal to humans, but as been recorded as being fatal to demonic beings. This ability is unable to effect those without souls (excluding demons), those that are blind, and those who are mentally unstable to begin with.



Skills:
Master Motorcyclist- Since his change, Nick has gained an unparalleled level of skill in all things concerning bikes. From stunts, to handling, to racing, and beyond, his "natural knack" for it is something most professionals would envy.


Natural Scrapper- Nick was never a stranger to fights, but has no martial training in the matter. However, his experience does give him a sense for it, and his own style of street fighting has proven to be surprisingly effective.


Amateur Guitarist- Back when life was normal for him, Nick was a gifted guitarist with both an electric and acoustic, actually managing to do some gigs at parties for his school. During our investigation into his history, we found that there was actually a talent scout that had been eyeing him for quite some time. There's no reason to suggest why he wouldn't retain these skills, though there really is no relevance to this. Shame though, he could have been one of the up and coming greats.




Weaknesses:
  • Demon's Bane- Subject is vulnerable, though resistant, to paranormal inter-dimensional manipulating ener- Oh screw it. "Magic". Any demonic entities or other beings capable of manipulating this supernatural force is capable of causing harm to Nick, possibly killing him. Unsure if death is possible, but unconsciousness is confirmed.

  • His Looks- Due to the Subject's "unique" appearance, it is likely that anyone who sees him will consider him hostile. If I may be allowed to speak freely, your not going to see a six foot walking skeleton with flaming eyes and instantly think "my savior".

  • Spirit of Vengeance- The Subject's abilities seam to compel him to find those who've spilled innocent blood and bring them to his own form of justice, typically via the "Penance Stare". It is believed that he audibly hears these "screams", to the point of almost maddening obsession. Once the Subject has seen the blood spilled, he thinks of nothing else aside from vengeance.

  • Social Outcast- Subject's background clearly dictates that any relationships he has will be loose at best, with possible paranoia and desertion.

  • Innocent Blood- The majority of the Subject's powers stem from facing an opponent that has taken innocent lives, whether physically of inadvertently. In the advent of an opponent that has done no such thing, his Vengeance, and his Hellfire Projection will be useless. Though the event of such an encounter is extremely unlikely, said opponent would assuredly have the upper hand. It should be noted that these weaknesses only imply to "living" foes, or rather foes that have souls.

  • Unstable- The Subject's mental stability is questionable as he seams too leap from mild social displacement to extreme anger and then to deep set depression. This makes him extremely unpredictable and hard to trust.


  • The Demon, Zarathos- In the end, the Ghost Rider is merely an avatar of an ancient demon older than time, which fed on the sins of mortals. He is currently believed to be dormant within the Subject, though it is unknown if he may ever wake. Subject is never to be terminated, as it is theorized that his death may allow the demon to re-emerge into our realm. And that would be very bad......

  • Family Bond- This is by far his greatest weakness. Being the only thing he has left, his family is his Achilles tendon. If anything were to happen to them, the effect on the Subject would be catastrophic.




Personal Theme Song:



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Secondary Theme Songs:





(I wanted to list a few Ozzy songs, but after a while I realized I was listing like.... all of them. So nearly any Ozzy song can be considered part of this list]

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Personality

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Various profilers have gone through all records of the Subject's life and come up with the fallowing report. Due to childhood experiences, it is believed that he may have some social distancing due to abandonment issues from his father. It is also believed that he saw himself as an outcast even before the "change", thanks to all those from his school. Any alliances the Subject acquires will likely be difficult to maintain, and he may leave those he befriends in order to "save" them. He hates dragging others into his problems. Nick also has a habit of stepping in on matters not of his concern and has shown a strong sense of right and wrong, though has also shown violent tendencies and is known for going a little overboard. An extremely strong bond to family, both his and that of others. He has been known to stand up for complete strangers just for the sake of protecting their family. This bond is of course at it's strongest when it comes to his sister. A possible opportunity to regain our trace on the Subject's movements might come from an attempt to reconnect with his sister, though this theory is being debated on the count of possible increase in outcast persona due to new physical appearance. Obvious rage issues, the source of which should be obvious, causes him to act more as a vigilante. In my own opinion, the subject seams emotionally lost and unstable, possibly searching for a purpose. Subject may turn hostile if provoked and is to be considered extremely dangerous.


Equipment

The Chain
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  • Completely unbreakable unless it's user allows it to be.

  • Can command the chain mentally, such as having it lock together onto his person, thus preventing theft, or changing forms from a distance.

  • Can sharpen the links of his chain to produce tiny saw-teeth on each link.

  • Can detach links into razor sharp shrapnel either by whip-cracking the chain or just through will.

  • Can extend to any desired length.

  • Can mold the tips of the chain into pointed spear-heads (even though we only ever like saw it once in the comics).

  • Can command the chain to petrify into a staff-like weapon.

The Bike
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(In case there's any confusion, this is his bike)

  • The bike can be summoned to him at any point.

  • Has the ability to travel at near mach 4 speeds.

  • Can ram most normal vehicles off the road with little to no effort.

  • Obeys any mental command given by the Rider, such as driving on it's own to his call.

  • Can ride up walls and along the surface of water as if it were flat ground, and does not seam to obey any natural laws of acceleration or handling.

  • Is able to even glide if it goes airborne over fast distances. A high-speed jump up and off a skyscraper may rival that of a Hulk Jump (2 miles).

  • Can reform if destroyed by sheer will.

  • Being of paranormal origin, the bike posses many abilities that have not been recorded. It's max speed is truly unknown, as well as it's durability. Further study required.




The Jacket (actually, just his clothes in general)
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  • Is completely impervious to any flame, even hellfire. This can be used to shield someone else from fire.

  • Appears to have the ability to repair itself after being torn to shreds (it did in the comics, so I'm making it official). The Jacket seams able to almost "regrow" itself even if it is completely torn from his body.


It should also be noted that the Subject is known to supplement his arsenal with far more weapons such as baseball bats, lead pipes, and sometimes even various firearms.

History

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Looking through Nick's school records, you could say he's a good kid with a rough life. Father deserted him when his younger sister, Annabelle Harker, was born, and his Mother died when he was ten, leaving him and his younger sister in the care of his Grandmother, Rebecca Mirlay. Grew up in a very hard neighborhood, and bullying was prevalent throughout his school years. Several complaints were filed, but in those kinda areas it has a tendency to fall on deaf ears even with photographic evidence. He has a record for getting into some nasty scraps and picking a few fights, but also for standing up for his family and kids who couldn't stand up for themselves. While the school may of frowned on him, I kinda gotta respect him for that. Somehow this kid still got involved with the wrong side of the tracks, mostly with the local street punks threatening his Grandmother and Sister unless he paid the "protection" fee. Local police have reported having to deal with him on several occasions ranging from minor vandalism to full blown fights. He's been hospitalized at least three times from assault. His school grades have been barely passing so far, and now all this jumps into his life. Subject has disappeared from our view since "changing".

So begins...

Nick Harker's Story

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Pain........

That's what the lesson of the day was. That's what Nick Harker felt, as it radiated through his jaw. His knees buckled out from under him, as two of the three figures surrounding him gave him a few swift kicks to the gut and back. Matt, JC, and lil' TJ. The usually assholes of the neighborhood. They always thought they were so big, thought they were some up and coming gang bangers. The four of them were in the alley not far from school grounds, conducting their usual "business". Matt, the big leader of the group, knelt down next to him. "Harker, we go through this every time. You know I want the money. You know I'll get it. So why is it I always have to kick it out of you? You can't really be that retarded." Nick took the slight reprieve to spit the blood out of his mouth, it's copper tinge refusing to leave his tongue. He just looked up with a red-stained smile and said "nah, it's just the only time we get to hang out. You know, being such the good person you are." His stomach retched as he coughed up more blood, there was a definite dentist appointment in his future. "Yo man, why we always wastin' time with this fool? You know his dumb ass always broke." "Yeah, ese, this shit is gettin' old. Let's just hit up his little sis for the cash, man." That hit a nerve, as Nick's body flailed to life. It took both of Matt's little posse to stop the fist that was only a few inches from Matt's face, which did actually make him jump a bit. Of course, all that did was earn Nick another trip to the concrete ground. Surprisingly, Matt had a grin on his face. "Man, you just never knew when to just stay on the damn ground, did you? Just give me my money, and we leave. Don't you get that?"

Getting yet another sneaker to his gut, it was all Nick could do to keep from puking. "I..... don't have it." Nick felt like he'd just let down his sister. He'd always kept money in case these assholes showed up, which he made from doing odd jobs and playing guitar, but lately things were tough. His Grandmother had just fractured her shin a week ago, and he was struggling to make the payments on her medical bill. Current "political issues" made sure that she didn't qualify for health care, which meant that if he didn't come up with the money then she would be denied treatment. The last bit of his on-hand cash just went to paying the blood-sucking parasites off, and now there was nothing left. What the hell was he suppose to do? "Alright, you know what? Just kick it out of him. Nick, you better find some cash if you want your granny to ever recognize you again." And with that, the beating began anew. But this was different, it wasn't the sharp pains like usual, it was....... burning. Like fire, really. The two punks grabbed each of his arm, raising him off the ground as Matt looked him right in the face. "Last chance, Nicky boy. Pay or your sister will. Where's my fucking money?!" At this point, the pain was making it hard to focus, but Nick knew what was going on...... he failed. Matt was not happy, as he gave one strong right hook, sprawling Nick to the floor. "All right. Lil' T, JC, let's go. I'm done with this little bitch. Time to check in on his sweet-ass sis." Nick tried to spring to his feet, but the burning was so extreme. He began with a low moan, but it slowly began escalating in scale too this new feeling of agony. His face turning bright red as he squirmed on the floor. This display was so bizarre that even those that had just beat the utter crap out of him took notice. "Whoa..... uhhh.... yo man, he ain't lookin' too good." "And I care why, J?" "Just sayin', he looks..... I don't know, dude." "Yeah, man.... he looks like shit....."

At a closer look, Nick was now in a full blown howl. He body convulsing in sheer pain as his eyes began to bleed. "Oh shit! How hard did you hit him?!" "I didn't! Let's just get the fuck outta here, I am not going to jail for this shit!" "Ese, you know how high the penalty is for manslaughter?! We gotta at least call a doctor or somethin'!" "And who are we going to call, dumbass?" The three bickered amongst themselves, but soon fell silent as the flames began boiling through Nick's skin. His screams now going into psychotic howling, as his eyes burnt out and his skin blackened and burned. Nick swung wildly, trying to strike out at something, trying to find some way to make it stop. Fire crawled out of his mouth every time he yelled, as bone began replacing flesh. His clothes were now engulfed in a full-blown bonfire. Easily five-foot flames spouted off him, enveloping him. Finally, he.... exploded. The shock wave knocked the surrounding assholes off their feet and back against the brick walls of the alley. Fire now claimed little bits of the ground around the scorched crater, and at it's center....... a new figure knelt. Clad in wicked black leather, the orange light from the flames glinting off polished metal spikes..... and the skull. It's flaming eyes gazed up at them, covering them in a sheer terror only hell could bring. It's jaws gaped open letting out a low, inhuman howl filled with gurgles and growls like that of crackling fire. "El Diablo!" TJ screamed, attempting to make a run for it. New, dark instincts reacted to the fleeing rodent, as a chain shot out around the Hispanic thugs legs. With only a slight pull, his body came rocketing towards, and then past the flaming creature, slamming into a pile of trash bags.

Attempting to save his friend, JC charged the Ghost Rider, smashing him over the head with a pipe. The hit barely made his skull tilt, as those burning eyes looked at him. Into him. The boy never saw the kick coming, too petrified by those eyes, as he slammed back-first into the wall. His head lulled to the side, as he blacked out into unconsciousness. The Ghost Rider looked over his work, before zeroing in on the last man standing. Matt was frozen solid, unable to comprehend what he just saw. He was soon pinned to the wall by his throat, the leather gauntlet wrapped around it like a vice grip. Then.... it spoke.

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".......Nick? Jesus fucking Christ, man I am sorry! I am so sorry! Please, for the love of God, I'm sorry!" Matt pleaded, his begging falling on deaf ears. Nick, through his new eyes, couldn't understand what he was seeing. Blood. Everywhere, all over Matt. But it was more than blood. It was..... ethereal. Glowing. Burning. Roaring. Raging. Screaming. Screams...... it was screaming. A woman..... Nick's grip on his throat loosened as the information overwhelmed him. Images flashed through his head, hundreds of them. It was..... Matt's past..... his sins. That woman, Nick saw everything. He felt.... everything. He felt her pain, as her final hours ran through his head. He backed away, gripping his head tight. He fell to his knees.

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Nick sputtered.... He couldn't believe what he was seeing, and Matt couldn't believe what he was hearing. "How did you....? No, you weren't there....."

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That..... that was almost a month ago. Such sweet memories of home, of Brooklyn. It had been a long time since then. Nick sat on top a rooftop in New York, gazing at the mid-day sun glaring off of the shiny buildings. They always looked so nice this high up, trying so hard to compensate for all the ugliness on the ground. Nick just lay there, propped up by the service entrance door, one arm draped across his knee. His bike sat up beside him, it's crackling wheels being the only ambiance that wasn't just city life. His mind drifted back to that day.... his first time. His change. The birth of the Rider. So beautiful the mid-day sun was......

Just....... so beautiful.........

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The sun was starting to drift down, setting towards the early evening. The music of the city life washed through the buildings like a flood. Horns, tire squealing, people shouting swears at each other, and even the occasional gunshot. Ah, New York. Nick was still daydreaming, all the while staring at his hand. He had removed the glove, revealing the skeletal structure it had concealed. This wasn't unusual, for Nick often had the hopes that one day, he'd take off the glove and underneath would be a human hand. His hand. It's funny, out of everything a person knows about themselves, their own hands has to place among the highest. We see them the most, more often then we see our own face. Hence the saying "like the back of my own hand". To see something other than your ever familiar appendage..... To see something new. To see only bone, with charred ligaments and tiny flames flickering along each digit. It only reminded Nick of his new form, his new life, and that he wasn't human anymore.

What am I?

The thought brought him back to his beginnings as this creature. Back to that alley in Brooklyn. Back to looking into Matt's eyes, and seeing all his sins. Seeing that woman.




The Ghost Rider could do nothing but grip the sides of his had as the visions assailed him, each screaming at him for retribution. Each making him know the pain they felt. Matt, freed from being pinned to the wall, was dumbstruck by how Nick could know all of these things. Panicking, Matt pulled a small revolver from under his shirt, aiming it at the side of his skull. "No........ You weren't there....... You Weren't There!" Matt's finger pressed hard on the trigger, but the bullet melted in the barrel. The Rider latched onto his forearm with one hand, and snapped it with hardly any effort. The bone was now piercing through his skin, with Nick's hand still gripping it tightly. "Aaaaahhhhhh!!! Fuck! Let me go, you fucking monster!" Matt cried in pain. The flames within the Ghost Rider's eyes flared with a white-hot anger, as he once again pinned Matt to the wall with his arm press against his throat. The spikes from Nick's gauntlet had pricked the skin on Matt's neck, causing little droplets of blood to run down, staining his white T-shirt.

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Trying unsuccessfully to wriggle free from the Ghost Rider, Matt did everything he could to avert his gaze. For some unknown, instinctual reason, he knew he did not want to look into those empty, flaming eyes. And it was for the same instinctual reason that Nick wanted him to do just that.

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The punk was now in full effort of trying to get free, to get away. It felt to Matt as though hell itself had just turned it's gaze to him, making his blood run cold in his veins. His heart was racing in full blown panic, trying everything he could to fight this unknown force that beckoned his eyes to the Rider's. He could not meet his stare, but it felt as though he was compelled to.

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And with that, Matt's will relented to this force, as he peered into those empty eye-sockets and beheld all his sins. Those same ghostly images that had overwhelmed Nick now viciously attack Matt, crying out in the vengeance they had been given. Matt struggled and screamed, howling as he felt every shot, every stab, every hit. His eyes widened in sheer terror, as his hair turned stark white. The blood that stained Matt's soul was burned away by ephemeral flames, and the Ghost Rider let his body fall to the ground as a jabbering, worthless excuse for a human. He lay there, eyes wide open, stuttering the same psychotic chant over and over.

"Don't let the monster get me....... "Don't let the monster get me.......
Don't let the monster get me....... Don't let the monster get me.......
Don't let the monster get me....... Don't let the monster get me.......
Don't let the monster get me....... Don't let the monster get me.......
Don't let the monster get me....... Don't let the monster get me.......
Don't let the monster get me....... Don't let the monster get me.......
Don't let the monster get me....... Don't let the monster get me.......
Don't let the monster get me......." Don't let the monster get me......."


Nick scoffed. I'm the monster? He turned to make his leave, but was stopped when he spied a broken piece of mirrored glass. For the first time, he beheld his own appearance. He was speechless, as his fingers traced over the bone of his face. His eyes, his nose, his ears, his skin, even his own clothes. Everything, just...... gone. Replaced by this.....

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"Hey, what's going on down here?" A voiced call from down the alley, snapping Nick back to attention. An officer, mid 40's, obviously responding to the screams. His hand was on his holster, promptly snapping and drawing his gun at the first sight of Nick. "Holy mother of God..... Freeze!" The 9mm Glock aimed right at him, Nick tried showing his hands in a non threatening manner. He wanted to explain what happened, but how could he? How could anyone? Unfortunately, his movement was enough to panic the cop even further. "I said freeze!" Nick wanted to say something..... but what? He opened his mouth, hoping the words would just flow out, but wasn't given the chance. The officer fired four rounds into his chest, passing right through his ribs, with a fifth shot bouncing off his skull and sending a flurry of embers fluttering through the air. Nick's mind almost went into shock trying to comprehend everything, now on top of that the fact that he wasn't dead. The cop just stared, in as much disbelief as Nick. "What...... are you?!"

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"11-99, 11-99, get me backup now!" the cop yelled into his radio, giving a clear sign that Nick wasn't getting out of this easy. And so, he ran. Deep into the alleys, in the darkest parts of the city. He ran until he felt safe, until the bike found him.



Even to this day, that question rings through his head, but only now does Nick realize what he wanted to say,

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Slowly, he returned the leather glove to his hand. He grimaced at the thought of what he'd become. Why had those memories come back now? Can he ever go back? But of course, one question stood in front of the others,

Am I a monster?