Name: Maxwell Saunders AKA 'Wyvern'
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Eye color: A murky hazel
Hair color: Dark brown, falling past his shoulders.
Height:5'11
Weight: 185 pounds.
Appearance: Maxwell is tall and athletic, his frame fraught with muscles befitting of a martial artist. His hair is long and thick, and falls past the broad shoulders of the leather jacket he favours. The jacket is marked by age, frayed at the edges of the sleeves and elbows due to burns, and carries multiple sharp etches from where the tips of knives have graced it. The rest of his clothes are clean and undamaged, though Maxwell evidently cares little for his appearance – a white shirt beneath the jacket is riddled with creases, as are the pair of simple blue demin jeans that cover his legs. Sturdy black work boots house his feet, the thick soles resistant to all manner of chemicals and temperature extremes.
Personality: Maxwell is fairly easy-going, but don't confuse him for being good-natured or friendly. It takes a lot to puncture his hard exterior and get a glimpse of the man within – but similarly Wyvern is fairly slow to consider any specific individual an enemy. He finds it much easier to label entire groups than lone people, hence his quick identification of the Hierarchy as a beast to be slain. He is passionate about preserving the lives and freedoms of others as well as himself, and is often reluctant to kill his foes without definitive need. He also loves tinkering with machinery, and has been trained as a mechanic. He is well educated, and it shows in his choice of words.
Suit: Club
Power: Maxwell's innate power is unusual, as it appears to directly enhance the capabilities of his organs and muscles rather than allow Saunders any radical 'magical' ability. Maxwell's strange power seems to grant him some of the attributes of the dragons in fantasy stories. Enhanced muscle strength and stronger organs boost Wyvern's physical prowess and stamina to superhuman heights, complimented by a broadening of his senses of smell and hearing. In addition, a pair of peppery glands on the roof of Maxwell's mouth enable him to spout a jet of flame from pursed lips, which emits over a distance of ten feet and no more. The perk also affects his blood, which is unusually hot, and skin, which is tough and leathery to the touch. He can suffer pain most others could not, to the extent that it would take a handful of bullets in the chest to completely incapacitate him (unless major organs are ruptured).
Wyvern is also very skilled in parkour and escrima (a blanket term for Phillipines martial arts that utilise sticks, knives and hand-to-hand combat), having begun training in both as a youngster. His only weapons are a pair of customised escrima sticks Maxwell fashioned himself from iron poles and pieces of old welding tools. Mounted upon each of the sticks is a butane-powered lighting mechanism, encased in a metal grill. When Maxwell knocks the switches upon the base of the escrima stick, a nozzle fixed to the mechanism releases a high-powered blast of flammable gas, which is angled to cleverly blow along the rim of each of grill. When it comes into contact with flame, usually from Wyvern's own mouth, it ignites, shrowding the head of the modified stick in a flame that surrounds the metal grill, producing a head of fire that adds a deadly edge to the otherwise mundane weapons. Knocking the switches again stops the jet of butane and extinguishes the flames.
Bio: Maxwell was born to a family of ordinary humans, and lived a perfectly normal life free of trauma or great loss. As a kid he loved comic books, favouring DC's Nightwing above all, and was overjoyed to convince his father to pay for training in escrima and parkour, which he continued throughout his teenage years and into his adult life, where he completed an apprenticeship programme in mechanics and worked with a friend repairing cars. It was during one of his training sessions in his late-teens that he began to notice the sudden change in his body – overnight he found himself to be stronger, faster and capable of weathering greater punishment than before. It wasn't until he accidentally ran his tongue across the roof of his mouth and noticed the spontaneous formation of two lumps that he began to worry, and decided he needed a medical examination. It was a doctor, therefore, that informed him he was a S.U.I.T.
Saunders left home shortly after, knowing the Hierarchy would find him soon, and set himself to wander. He adopted the moniker of Wyvern and now roams from place to place, intervening in petty crimes. Perhaps a part of him is childish enough to hope his 'super powers' could enable him to be like the heroes he used to read about as a kid, but his constant need to move on in evasion of the Hierarchy prevents him from getting involved in anything big or news worthy. Still, Wyvern is keen to help people where he can,