Description
Physical Description
Appearance
Hair: Black and medium length
Eyes: Brown and innocent
Build: Light, made for agility over power
Skin Tone: Islander
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 120lbs
Voice: Immature, light
Handed: Ambidextrous
Body Markings: Anarchy symbol tattood on his chest, military font 'PARAIAH' on his left arm, Roman numeral 'XIII' on right arm.
Scar Tissue: One large one over his lower left leg, another along his right forearm, smaller one at the edge of his left eyebrow
Name
Zack Elias Reis
Nickname
Zack
Lone Wolf
Alias
Jackson Tyler
Species
Synthetic
Race
Celestine
Nationality
Alaskan
Visual Age
19
Factual Age
38
Gender
Male
Sexual Orientation
Hetero
Body Modifications
Great Equalizer Version 3. Standard stuff, nothing special.
Class
None
Personality
PERSONALITY
Personality DescriptionZack likes to screw around without any real reason. He just doesn't like to work and loves to have fun. Like the rest of his pack, he simply enjoys being free as much as humanly or inhumanly possible.
QuirksZack hates to have his hair messed with or to be pet in any way. It's one of the things that just set him off for no real reason. That and if someone aims at his back more than three times.
FearsZack is terrified of being completely helpless. If he even sees rope or handcuffs, he'll get quiet suddenly.
GoalLive hard, make a dent in society, maybe have as much fun as possible while he's at it.
LikesZack likes to fight, free run, skate, pretty much anything involving moving fast without an excess of mechanics. He also enjoys hanging out with his 'pack'.
DislikesSlow people, slow things, arrogance, the government in general.
Strengths Zack loves to adapt. He strives on unpredictability, as does the rest of his pack, and does insanely well when doing his own thing. He specializes in sneaking tactics, disarming enemies without being detected, and assassinating high power targets. Zack is one of the few in his pack that can jump across a two lane street at rooftop hieght and land without a sound.
WeaknessesThough quick, agile, and tactically instinctual in thought, Zack doesn't have a great deal of strength. That and none of his pack ever plan anything much. He moves however he wants to at the time.
Equipment
EQUIPMENT
Abilities & Skill & Combat Rating
[Perfect] - [Excellent] - [Good] - [Above Average] - [Average] - [Below Average] - [Poor] - [Very Poor]Clothing/Armor[Excellent]Zack wears battle dress uniform pants with Omni-flex armor weave.
[Good]Combat rated gloves of no real special material but good durability.
Combat Prowess[Excellant]Hand to hand. Zack, obviously, has to do this to complement his GEV-3.
[Average]Marksmanship. As good a general fighter as he is, Zack isn't an above average shooter.
[Perfect]Reflexes. Everyone in the pack has inhuman reflexes.
Abilities[Excellent]Power drain. Zack has to be good at this. It's all he's got to stay above the other superpowered people around him.
Skills[Average]Scouting. Being the quietest member of his pack, Zack learned to be a good scout, retain most of what he sees until he can tell his friends.
[Below Average]Lockpicking. It's a skill to have and he doesn't need to be epic at it. He figured 'why not?' when he decided to learn.
[Above Average]Weapon upkeep. Zack, being bored a lot, like the rest of his pack, learned how to keep weapons in top condition as a past time, so he'd have something to do while waiting for something to happen.
WeaponsName: Roar
Type: Concussion rifle
Ammo: None
Information: Purchaced illegally from a street vendor in the last underworld market the pack visited, as a gift for Zack on his birthday. Modified for harder impact and more lethal blast radius of one meter from impact point. More of a cannon, really. Extreme kickback, however.
EquipmentWind board
Super Jump AMP
Heavy impact concussion rifle (Designed to create a near sonic explosion on contact with target. Illegal as hell, but oh so useful) stored in FlatSpace device on back.
Commando model GLOVE
AccessoriesSmall necklace with Yin Yang symbol on a coin
Memorabilia None
History
HISTORY
Religious AffiliationAs with all the others of his pack, Atheist
Group AffiliationWolf Pack, but takes jobs, like the other wolves, for whoever pays high.
The Guardian ActAgainst
Marital StatusSingle and not looking.
RelativesNone living
ResidenceBronx appartment, two bedroom one bath, that he and the rest of the pack share
EducationHigh school graduate. Joined military promptly afterward.
OccupationWhatever the hell people pay him to be
D.O.B.December 21st
Bio/HistoryLike the others, Zack doesn't like to talk about his life. Sometimes, it doesn't seem worth it. Other times, he just doesn't care. But when he does, it's an...interesting tale. Zack grew up the wrong way, with two older brothers that hated him because he breathed and a duo of drunk parents that enjoyed having a punching bag. As soon as he was old enough to get the hell out of dodge, he did, and signed up for a solid ten years of military service. During his service, he saw some things that made no sense at all. How the government tracked people was just stupid, in his mind. Idividuallity was being raided from the world. As far as Zack was concerned, that was one huge red flag for him. But he was nothing if not dedicated as a soldier, so he continued his service dutifully and almost robotically. The last straw was when he was sent to take down a supposed 404's group causing trouble for the government but had gotten sloppy. A single fireteam was sent to...eliminate the threat. Zack went in first, and his training kicked in, forcing him to shoot two boys barely into their factual teens before he knew what was happening. The last boy stood firm, holding a pistol, refusing to back down. One of Zack's team shot the boy in the chest and both other members rushed forward to secure the enemy.
Zack snapped. He'd had enough of this bullshit life and he wasn't taking any more. Zack moved forward and laid one hand on each of his team. Being only a three man team, this was easy. Zack killed both of his teammates by draining them dry with his formula power. The boy, Hedge, was still breathing. Zack picked him up and threw down his military arms. That life, for him, was over. He vowed to never again raise a weapon or a hand to a cause not his own. Hedge, when recovered in a safe house bought from a drug lord with unused pay, invited Zack to join Wolf Pack. He has been running with the Pack ever since.