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Friederich "Fritz" Kravitz

A mischievous prankster with a penchant for acrobatics

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a character in “Resurgence”, as played by Hammocker

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Real Name: Friederich Kravitz
Nickname/Codename/Alias: Fritz
Allegiance: Independent
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Appearance: Out of costume: Fritz has pronounced, angular features. His face is rectangular for the most part, and almost appears to be slightly squashed inward. His hair is colored dirty blond, and hangs just below his shoulders, but it is generally pulled back by a rubber band when it is visible. His clothing is simple, often of a single color, and his sneakers are worn out and covered in black dirt.

In-costume: Fritz wears dark blue coveralls with a short, matching cowl and balaclava as well as goggles and gloves. His boots reach about halfway up his shins and cling close to his skin. Both of his hands are fitted with retractable metallic claws, not unlike bagh nakha. The only skin he has exposed is a small portion of the front of his neck.
Personality: Fritz loves nothing more than causing minor suffering in other people for his own entertainment. While he has little interest in causing any real pain to anyone, he also has no real interest in helping others without good reason. When faced with adversity, Fritz will almost always use humor to help himself feel less overwhelmed. At times, though, he does not know when to stop and really acknowledge how volatile a situation might be. Though he is sociable, he does not necessarily make friends easily because of his often dismissive, almost lofty attitude making it difficult to tell if he is taking someone seriously. If faced with a situation that might turn violent, Fritz will almost always sooner turn and run than he will fight.
Personal History: Fritz was born in Atlanta to a upper-middle class Jewish family. He was an only child, and from an early age, he was pressured to do well in any activity he decided to partake in and especially in school. Unfortunately, Fritz was generally considered to be lazy, unwilling to put very much time into his studies. He tended to slack off in order to pursue more personal interests of his, most commonly urban mythology, horror short stories, and pranks. He only worked hard enough in school to keep his grades at a B- average Not all hope in Fritz was lost, however, as early IQ testing showed him to have a score of at least 150. Much to Fritz's chagrin, his results led to him being put in one specialized class after another. Eventually, he agreed to stay in one class to develop a singular skill, mechanics in this case, in exchange for being allowed to take a gymnastics class despite his parents' disapproval.

Around age 17, he started on plans for a suit based upon one of his favorite urban legends: Spring-heeled Jack. At this point, he had just enough technical experience to create the inner workings of the boots that would allow him to leap great heights, but not enough to create an apparatus that would allow him "breathe" fire. While working on his boots, he began to research how to builds such a device so that it would be easily fit onto clothing, and later purchased flame retardant coveralls, a balaclava and gloves of the same material, and some goggles. Over the next several years, Fritz worked to get his devices into working condition, and around his second year in boring college, he finally got his boots working. After several experiments, he managed to perfect his jump while not breaking any bones on his landing. Not long after, he was able to finish his portable flamethrower after coming across two thin gas tanks that could fit between two layers of fabric. Unfortunately, he could not figure out a way to expel flames near his face safely, so he settled for having two nozzles running down his arms and coming out through his wrists.

Very little changed in his nightly habits when he returned to Atlanta. He took a job in engineering that was hardly ambitious, but paid his bills. His family still was not pleased with him, but he still had fun on his terms whenever possible. Of course, things had to change, and Renegade had to shatter his perfectly fine lifestyle indirectly. While he would like to return things to the way they were.
Powers, Weapons, Ect.: Fritz's main "weapons" are his homemade suit and boots. His boots appear fairly normal, but are equipped with high tension springy material just behind the heels and are heavily padded towards the toe. Depending on how he takes off, Fritz can leap up to a maximum of fifteen feet when taking off from the ground. While he could perform airborne maneuvers while in the air, he generally will refrain from doing so to prevent himself from landing on any part of his anatomy that isn't his feet. His body suit contains the workings of an unusual flamethrower that allows him to expel flames from his wrists. Generally, he will bring his wrists up towards his face upon activation of the flamethrower to give the illusion of him breathing fire. Fritz also employs a pair of metallic claws resembling tight fitting bagh nakha that will retract at Fritz's will. These claws are normally only for intimidation purposes, but Fritz is capable of using them in close combat. Fritz keeps smoke bomb on his suit which he will use for either quick escapes or flashy entrances. Notable is Fritz's abnormally high IQ. In case of emergencies, Fritz keeps a pistol on his person at all times.
Weaknesses: Fritz, underneath his gadgets, lacks any real superpowers and is just as fragile as any human. Every time he jumps to a great height, he takes the risk of being severely injured or killed upon landing. His suit can only carry a limited amount of fuel because of how thin the containers need to be in order to fit between the fabric of his outfit. When he does not have the element of surprise and confusion, Fritz can be easily overwhelmed.
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Let me tell you, someone is horribly confused right now.

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You wound me.

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Shut up, this is new and weird.

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Do bear with me.

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Work like I want, damn you.

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I'm sure I'll figure it out.

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Friederich "Fritz" Kravitz Looks for an instruction manual

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Of course it could!

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That's why it is better.

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Fritz hauled himself up onto the roof of the building that would serve as his initial jumping point. Anticipation sparked down his spine, though, he had long trained his limbs not to shake with the excess energy. He sucked in a deep breath as he stared forward at the nearby rooftop: his target. Angling his upper body forward just slightly, Fritz dashed towards the other side of the structure, the suddenly stirred air roaring in his ears. One wrong step and he would plummet to the ground. Just one miscalculated jump, and he could lose his life. The risk, however, justified itself in Fritz's mind as he leapt once before being forced back down onto the the concrete. The high-tension material in his boots behaved beautifully, sending him up into the air as they had done so many times before. Adrenaline rushed through his abdomen and up to his head. Time ran slow as he savored the prickling sensation in his stomach and lungs. He had only a few seconds to take in the horizon, but those seconds were just enough for Fritz to think that maybe the sight would last forever. Maybe he would just stay in the air as he was. He would have stayed in that one moment forever.

But it did not last. It never did. He landed firm upon the concrete of his target building, and hurried to other side before taking of once again. In the black of the night, his dark figure could barely be seen from the ground. Fritz appreciated that sensation, that sense of total freedom, even in times like these. Mad as the world around him had become, the open air had stayed the same. Not that Fritz had very much liked the world as it was before The Maelstrom Society had let loose nuclear bombs. Some things would just never change, Fritz supposed.

After his sixth leap, Fritz landed upon the toe of his boot to halt his jump. He allowed himself to take in deep breaths as he observed his surroundings. At this hour, Fritz had never expected too many potential targets. Lately, though, people seemed to be staying inside at night more than ever. Fritz could not say that he was surprised, but normally Fritz could find at least two or three people out and about, walking all alone. At least, that was how it had been before. Now, though, Fritz could hardly ever find a single person out at night. As he looked down at the streets, though, Fritz did spot a figure walking down the street. Fritz grinned behind his mask. Whoever this was, they were alone and vulnerable.

Fritz crouched down on the roof's edge, waiting like a gargoyle frozen in time. For how slow this person, who could now be identified as a male, was walking, Fritz had to assume that he was out for an early morning stroll. Whatever he was doing, Fritz was willing to bet that he would regret being out at this hour by the time that his work was through.

As the man neared, Fritz stood and hopped down sideways from the rooftop, landing square in front of his chosen victim. He paused a moment as the man flinched before drawing his hands up in front of himself, and unsheathing the claws hidden in his gloves. Though he could not help but to allow a giggle to bubble up in his throat at the confused expression that he had, Fritz gave the laugh a dark edge. Just enough to give a semblance of intimidation. In a single sharp movement, Fritz whipped his hands upward, and released a burst of blue fire from the nozzles hidden beneath his sleeves.

The man let out a scream. Fritz had not been anticipating that in the reaction. For a moment, he thought that he might have actually set him on fire, but the quick dissipation of the flames ruled that much out. In Fritz's experienced, men were normally much more likely to simply run than cry out. Still, at least the response gave Fritz time to grab the watch wrapped around his wrist, and tear it off. The man barely seemed to notice the loss of his wrist ornament between a second bout of screaming, much shorter than last. Well-aware that the he had made more than a substantial impact on his target's psyche, Fritz whirled around and bounded away, disappearing into an alleyway.

Fritz took a moment to catch his breath in the alley, pulling up his balaclava to allow himself to breathe. He brought the watch up to his eye, scrutinizing the device. It was a light bronze color, scuffed and worn from god-knows-what kind of abuse. The material meant little to Fritz, though. All that mattered was that it signified a success for Fritz. A small bit of happiness. He pocketed it, and pulled his mask back over his mouth before hopping up onto a nearby fire escape and climbing up to a rooftop.

Looking around from a vantage point, Fritz spotted something most out of the ordinary. He blinked twice and approached the edge of the building from which he could best observe the several men who appeared to be hanging bodies off of a flagpole. Corpses, to be more apt. Fritz shuddered at the sight. What kind of a person would put bodies on display like that? No one that should be running around free, Fritz was sure of that much. The idea of direct intervention entered his mind and was swiftly scrapped. There was only one of him and that was a whole group of men down there. Besides, Fritz was not exactly the strongest man out there anyway. He considered that he might tip somebody off about the scene. Let somebody know what was going on. Of course, in the time that that would take someone else with more connections than himself would have already seen what had happened as well. In the end, he decided to simply stay put for the time being.

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"Scum don't take vacations and neither do I," Thomas noted before leaving the information broker at his table. He looked through the information pensively. The operations and locations looked promising, but this Friederich Kravitz was what really drew his attention. He never heard of the guy, but it appeared he was an independent metahuman. He would have to pay the boy a visit. If he was part of the Vanguards, he could confirm the information Maurice wrote down and provide him with more information. Contrary to his public image, Judge was far from impulsive. Many of his operations required strategic planning.

He would have to look for the boy around the clubs and bars that were marked down. He decided that he would scout them out by day and return as Judge at nightfall. It didn't matter when he ran into this Friederich, though. He was prepared to question him in and out of uniform.

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"Scum don't take vacations and neither do I," Thomas noted before leaving the information broker at his table. He looked through the information pensively; this Friederich Kravitz really drew his attention. He never heard of the guy, but it appeared he was an independent... he wouldn't call him a vigilante. Thomas decided to label him a rogue element for now. He would have to pay the boy a visit. If he happened to be part of the Vanguards, he could confirm the information Maurice wrote down and provide him with more information. Contrary to his public image, Judge was far from impulsive. Many of his operations required strategic planning.

He would have to look for the boy around the clubs and bars that were marked down. He decided that he would scout them out by day and return as Judge at nightfall. It didn't matter when he ran into this Friederich, though. He was prepared to question him in and out of uniform.

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#, as written by TCoS
Downtown Atlanta was still drizzling and soggy by the time the sun departed, and even though Shade was covered from head to she still could feel her spine shivering. Rain always managed to make a city on edge look even more depressing. Still, the elements weren't going to stop Shade from pursuing her target.

She had chosen to survey the surrounding area from the roof of a nearby apartment building, which granted her a substantial view of the precinct. Despite the downpour, Shade didn't take long in making a mental map of the vicinity. Now all she had to do was wait.

"It's times like this when I was I was in the Piedmonts. Don't have to deal with human squabbling out there." Shade mulled over, letting her mind lapse for a moment before wiping away the water droplets that had collected on her binoculars' lenses. She considered switching vantage before-

"Here we go, is that Friedrich?" Shade questioned to herself, zooming in on an olive-skinned man in a dark blue jacket. Sure enough, after double-checking Maurice's note, she knew she had her man. Pocketing her binoculars and pulling down her goggles, she spread her cape and looked for a landing point. Approaching the edge of the building, she decided on the liquor store a few yards behind Fritz's current location. A running start was all she needed to catch a good draft.

From her bird's-eye view, the city didn't look so shoddy. Sliding through the rain quietly, Shade must have looked like a purple-winged ghost to anyone watching below. It was moments like these where she felt truly free, suspended in time, weightless.

The illusion soon broke, however, and she landed rather inconspicuously on the liquor store's roof. She wasn't going to stick around and be chastised for criminal trespassing, so she hopped down and walked towards Fritz. He didn't seem like much, walking alone, and probably didn't have a weapon worth fearing on his person. When she felt she was at a reasonable distance, she called out, in a sonorous tone:

"Friedrich Kravitz, I need to speak with you."