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"I do this for them."

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a character in “WEAPON”, originally authored by FunnyGuy, as played by RolePlayGateway


Real Name: Jason Anderson

Code Name: Architect

Visual Age: 26

Factual Age: 26

Height: 6’0

Weight: 185 lbs

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Place of Birth: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Regular Appearance: Image

Hero/Villain Appearance: Image

Identity: Secret

Faction: CREED

Powers: He has the ability to generate energy constructs.

Weapons/Equipment: None

Other Abilities: He has mimicked fighting and weapon styles with his ability, but is only proficient, not a master.

Weaknesses: Because his powers stem from his imagination and willpower, being angered or distracted can cause them to be low in quality. He cannot mimic feats that his physical body is unable to perform. he can't mimic something unnatural.

Source of Powers: Was in direct contact with an alien radiant. His ability to mimic muscle movements stem from some natural mutation.

Vehicle: A black Sedan

Home/Base: Jason’s base of operations is actually a rented out apartment just a floor above his actual apartment in Uptown Manhattan, New York City.

Personality: If you could use one word to describe Jason, it would most likely be “indifferent.” He’s a man who truly believes in justice, but thinks that sometimes you have to leave justice into your own hands. He’s headstrong, but isn’t foolish, and could actually prove to be a very good leader. To bad “could” doesn’t mean “is”, as Jason doesn’t prefer to fight alongside others. He’s not too social, but always seems to have a lot on his mind. He is a man that CREED can count on, despite his disagreements with the way they operate and one of their members

History: Jason was born and raised in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania to a rather well off family. Jason had exactly what his parents wanted for him; a better life than they had. Things seemed well during the start of Jason’s childhood. He got along with his brothers and sisters, even as the middle child of five. He always looked up to his brother, who was several years older than him. His brother enlisted into the U.S. Army after high school, his older sister however, ran down a different path. While attending high school, she skipped classes and got involved in the wrong crowds. Jason had struggled to see which role model was wrong as he saw more of his sister than he did his older brother. With time, Jason started going along with his older sister and her friends. By the time his sister had dropped out of high school, Jason had entered in as a freshman.

With his parents seeing him going downhill like his sister, they decided to enter he and his kid brother into a martial arts program. They thought this would help discipline Jason and his younger brother, but this only allowed Jason to tell his younger brother Bradley about the “cool” things he did. The two continued their classes, but afterwards they’d vandalize, steal, and even do drugs. The death of Jason’s older brother only sunk the young teen into a deeper hole. His sister was soon put in jail for smuggling cocaine, adding to the negativity. Her being arrested though, got Jason to slow down on the bad things he was doing. It didn’t stop Bradley however. The boy had been thrown out of school for beating another student unconscious over drugs. Being expelled was the least of his troubles, as Jason’s younger brother was stabbed a weak later on the streets. That’s what seemed to tip the scale leading to the boy barely passing high school. His grades had only landed him into a community college. He wound up working for a friend, delivering both legal and illegal shipment across the state. It wasn’t until one day when his friend, a coworker, was riding along with him during a job, that he gained his powers. The two had been making a simple delivery of something they knew nothing about. They were driving in some kind of extraterrestrial tanker into New Jersey when the tanker was run into in an intersection. The entire truck rolled over causing the contaminant to leak from the tanker. He attempted to get his friend out of the truck. He had successfully gotten out, but it seemed like the man who was behind everything was in full control of the situation. The man had laughed before tossing a live grenade into the tanker. Jason had avoided the grenade blast, but not the explosion of radiation that engulfed the entire area.

Jason woke up in a hospital. He later discovered that he and his friend had acquired something from the blast. Sadly, Jason’s friend’s change wasn’t as much of a gift as his was. Jason’s friend suffered from a severe case of cancer, while Jason was gifted with powers. At first he used these powers for conventional things, but when he found out about much of a hero his youngest sister thought he was, Jason started doing freelance vigilante work. It wasn’t long until he was approached by Creed after he had turned down WEAPON, as he felt the group was too strict for him. Upon joining, he discovered that a member of Creed was actually the same man who had caused the explosion on the day he gained his powers. He attacked the man on sight, but the man, Michael Viziek defeated him. Jason had nearly left Creed, but he knew he could be the better man and stay in Creed for the people.

Other Facts:

Theme Song: We Can Do It Now

So begins...

Architect's Story

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Two men moved quickly through the tattered neighborhoods of Coney Island. They were moving fast, but both had their way of going on about it. One of them was dressed in a black using some sort of platforms to get over obstacles, why the other dressed like he had left a bachelor’s party hopped over fences and appeared to have incredible fitness. From a distance, they almost looked as if they were racing, but in reality they were chasing the same target. Unfortunately, these two men weren’t working together at all.

“Come on, you can do better than that, Architect! I’m gonna catch him first with your slow… Ah!” The man with the suit said with a laugh before he hit a transparent blue wall that appeared out of nowhere.

“He’s mine Vamp! Go back to HQ! I won’t hesitate to kill you.” Architect said the last bit under his breath and he chased after his target that had just gotten in his sights. Whoever this was, they had to have a pretty big price on their heads if two Creed members were fighting to catch them. The criminal performed agile movements that resembled parkour, but that wasn’t going to be enough to get away. Architect had not only trained his powers, but his body over the years. His natural ability to mimic the body movements kept him just one step behind a man who had committed many hits on high positioned members of a company. The perpetrator had readied a getaway, but his plans had been screwed up with Vamp’s appearance. The Creed member had luckily drained the energy from the target’s vehicle, leaving him to go on the run. Now Architect was just several feet away from the target. This is when he’d make his move.

Opening his hands out toward the target, a wall of condensed energy appeared in front the target, causing the man to run straight into it. Mine! Architect thought, before a sword of energy appeared in his palm. The target was down on his back, and ready to flee, but the sword of energy stabbed into his shoulder.

“I don’t think so…” Architect would have said more, but he was interrupted.

“Ha! You caught him for us!” Vamp said as he walked over with a smirk. His eyes centered down at blonde haired man on the sidewalk.

“I told you to stay out of this!”

“Nah, fuck that! I don’t even want him. I want the top dog. Tell me who hired you, and I’ll take this guy out right now. You’ll go free.” Vamp offered the target who felt relief, especially as tension began to increase between the two men. Standing over him. “Hurry up.”

“You work with this guy though!”

“Me?! Ha! You’re a funny guy.” Vamp replied before putting his hand to the blade of the sword stabbed into shoulder. The sword seemed to get absorbed into his hand. Architect stepped back before forming a katana in his hands. “Mmmm… That was pretty good.”

“Shut the fuck up! You cross me and I’ll…” Architect’s threat was halted by the words of the assassin on the ground.

“His name is Carl Watson! He… He works for… Wait! Where are you going?!” The assassin shouted at Vamp before looking to Architect who then looked down at him. Vamp just chuckled.

“You thought I’d help you? Like I said before, you’re a funny guy.” Vamp said with a chuckle before throwing up the peace sign to Architect before jumping across the street and walking off into an alley. Architect just watched his fellow Creed member go on and then he looked back down at the target again.

“Looks like you got played… Now what to do with you?”

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Bicycles and Televisions

Vamp had been gracefully hopping from rooftop to rooftop, searching for his precious bicycle. Though the predicament seemed to be a problem, the man smiled with glee. Perhaps it was because of what he was thinking about. Carl Watson… Hahahaha! I’m gonna… I’m gonna… I don’t even know what I’m gonna do to him! A chuckle escaped him as he dropped from a rooftop and landed on the sidewalk below. The impact crackled the ground beneath him, easily causing a scene in the area.

“Finally!” Vamp roared as he looked at his bicycle that currently being stolen. All the guy had to do was unravel the chain. Anyone would have beat the guy to an inch of his life… well any guy Vamp knew personally. “Um… Excuse me kid,I think you have the wrong bike.” Vamp queried. The guy that was at least in his late teens gave him a look of surprise before swinging at Vamp. The young man’s fist crashed into Vamp’s face, but it didn’t seem to have any effect. “Oh… So you’re one of those guys?” Vamp asked with a curious face. You could say that he looked like someone who was oblivious of the situation. That front seemed to vanish though as a devilish smile formed on his lips. The guy just stared in awe, before he felt Vamp’s powerful grip around his throat.

“Okay! Okay! Sto-” The teenager’s body seemed to freeze in place. He couldn’t even move a single part of his body before his skin began to pale and his hair thin. Vamp just stared into the dying boy’s eyes before letting go and grabbing hold of his bicycle. The young man’s body just dropped to the ground as he wheezed desperately. Civilians were at a standstill from both fear and shock.

“You need to get better with decision making. You steal from me, I steal from you. Thanks for the boost.” Vamp chuckled before getting onto his bike and pedaling off. For a E Being, Vamp had greatly enjoyed his form of transportation. He was ready to continue his thoughts on this Carl Watson guy, but he felt the phone in his pocket vibrate. He wondered who it could be. His mom? Lithium? Please don’t let it be either of them… Vamp slowly removed his phone from his pocket as he rolled onto the sidewalk and stopped. Surprisingly he saw it was a message from Sadisuto. Vamp couldn’t even pronounce the guy’s name right, but he did like the many friends the guy had made. Vamp read the message before replying. ‘I’m in buddy!  Oh, and I’m sure the TV will come around.’ Michael sent the message and thought about Sadisuto’s problem. He never really liked any of Sadisuto’s friends besides the TV because it was the only one that seemed to talk back. Well, that’s what Vamp felt like it was trying to do. At least it tried, right?

Rush Hour

Architect was now in his Sedan, driving with the assassin sitting in the back. There was a barrier of tempered glass between them and the assassin was handcuffed, so Architect had little to worry about. All he had to do now is deliver him to the employer, get paid, and then report to Lithium. Things seemed easy and boring enough, until he received a text message. He looked at the sender’s name and put his phone back into his pocket.

“Some of these people belong in a ward.” Architect said out loud before hitting traffic. “Fuck!”