Posted 06 July 2011 - 01:28 AM
Alignment Hero, Sentinels of Liberty and Justice
Will Fairweather is the best damned kid I ever met, and *vulgarity* you if you don’t think so. All that shit in the papers and trashy celebrity mags, they call him Steel Will, or The Shining Sentinel, or take a poll about his sex appeal, and it’s all ridiculous but I say good for him, if anyone deserves it it’s that guy. Some jealous *vulgarity*face is always trying to talk shit about Will and if I ever hear it I make it a point to put that asshole through a wall. It’s not like I’ve got a crush on the guy, but I know what he’s been through and most people don’t. My dad died when I was 11, and he was more of a hero than I’ll ever be. He got a plaque under The Willow and I got sent to school in the March because that’s what the SLJ recommended and mom wasn’t in any kind of position to argue. Compared to the rest of my life at that time, changing schools was pretty easy for me, I already had my powers by then, I was a head taller than anyone else in my class. I was pissed at the world, and I did a lot of stupid shit. Mostly, I caused excessive property damage. Will lost both his parents that same month- their plaques sit in the same row as my old man’s- and he ended up a grade below me. Will had no powers then, at least I don’t think he did, he was just a skinny little twig who never talked to anyone but always made top marks. I didn’t bother bullying him much- I mean, I bullied everyone but he managed to stay below my radar. I mostly knew him from those stupid group counseling sessions we had to sit through (genius idea: take the most *vulgarity*ed up kids in the school, put them in a room together for two hours, and try to get them to open up about their feelings.) I punched the shit out of everything back then, but Will was the opposite, he just internalized all of it. There were, I don’t know, six or seven of us, maybe eight, who had plaques in Signal Park, but Will was the only one with two of them. He never talked in group, and honestly I don’t remember hearing his voice until high school. I had been held back in grade seven, and we ended up in the same class. We got transferred to The Anderson Prescott Magnet School for Metahuman Development- Will had gotten a bit bigger by then and we both played intramural Lacrosse and he tutored me in chem Junior year, highest grade I got that year, and when I was about to drop out during Amanda’s pregnancy scare he talked me out of it. I was still kind of a bully in high school, I guess, but never around Will. He just had this way of smiling, the saddest smile you ever saw, and suddenly you felt different, like, I don’t know, life is precious and shit. I honestly never expected to graduate, and I sure as hell never made any plans for what to do afterward, and six months before school was out my case worker comes to me and asks if I have any thoughts. Nope. She hands me this pamphlet. Will is on the cover. The SLJ had this program where they’d pay for 2 years of junior college, and in return I had to help build homeless shelters or whatever. I also had to attend combat training on the weekend, which was whatever, not as much fun as you’d imagine. Really I didn’t think I’d get in because of my grades and attendance in school but my case worker wrote a real nice letter and Will put in a good word for me, and thank god because otherwise I know I would’ve ended up with Ronnie Burns pulling black-and-blues for some Syndicate jambo. As it was, I worked my ass off and got an AAS in Construction Management, (I did enough property damage growing up, it was only fair,) and I got a great apprenticeship under Granite Guardian in the Bravo Sentinels. Will worked with us for a little while, but he got called up by Miss March last year and I rarely see him any more except on the news, flying over the city. Still, he deserves it. Everything good in my life happened because I knew Will Fairweather.
You’ve probably never heard of my dad unless you’re a Sentinel fanboy, but for eight years he was known as Boilerplate and to me he was the greatest hero of all time. Dad’s favorite band was Poison, we used to listen to them on tape because we couldn’t afford a CD player. I was the master of the air guitar when I was a kid, so at some point I got the nickname C.C. and it stuck. Mom’s literally the only one who still calls me “Elliot.” Everyone at work knows me as C.C. too and when Blind Mike came to me a few months back and asked if I would be interested in taking my dad’s old code name, I balked. I’ve turned my life around a lot since high school, but there’s no way I could ever live up to that.
Powers and Abilities
One thing about the Bravo Sentinels that I learned real quick- it’s not a pissing contest. My first day on the job Granite Guardian had me hauling half-ton spools of mooring cable up from the Clacks- and by noon I was so beat I couldn’t think straight long enough to sign my time sheet. It can be hard on the ego- Will used to carry four at a time no sweat- but I’ve learned to appreciate my limitations. Still, sometime the job calls for some extra muscle, and then limitations be damned. I might not be able to bench press skyscrapers, but get me pissed and I can still chuck a Prius at you. It’s funny as shit to watch the new guys now, the ones who go all out on the first day. It took me a long time to figure out that if you work hard, people want to see you succeed.
Kinetic Absorption- Standard
In spite of what you might have heard about the Bravo Sentinels, working on Granite Guardian’s crew means I don’t see much combat action. I don’t mind, really, I sucked at SLJ combat training, and to be honest, some of my coworkers are so powerful in a fight that I end up running for cover. Still, I’ve got my dad’s power, even though I’ve never really taken the time to develop it. I’ve always been able to take a hit like a prizefighter. The first punch always hurts the most, but each time afterward seems to hurt less and less. That was why dad was such a good hero- the more you hit him, the tougher he got, but it didn’t save him, in the end.
Concussive Attack- Superior
Have I already told you how much I hated combat training? I can’t figure out why some of these guys go through it five or six times- once was plenty. Actually, I know exactly why they do it, because I never learned to use my powers very effectively, and if it didn’t remind me of dad so much I’d be down on the range practicing every lunch break. Sure, I can throw a punch, but dad used to be able to crush steel from across the room with his concussive lance. I mean, I can do it, sort of, and it looks impressive as shit, but it's enough to smash a windshield and not much else. Plus, firing a punch from fifty feet away and actually hitting the target are two different things entirely. Whatever, I might not be the most powerful Bravo Sentinel ever to lace up a pair of boots, but that doesn’t mean I can’t hold my own in a fight. Plus, I’ve got friends in high places. Literally.
Posted 08 July 2011 - 05:01 PM
Posted 08 July 2011 - 05:43 PM
The Bio section is a bit of a wall - a paragraph break would probably do well.
But the story is great. And CC is an interesting character.
Posted 08 July 2011 - 06:18 PM
All in all, good job.
Posted 09 July 2011 - 08:40 AM
I'm slightly confused about the Bravo Sentinels. I thought they were the CIA type. The group that comes in and neutralizes a threat whereas Granite Hauling would just be for Sentinels who are Sentinels.
Not really. The Bravo Sentinels are the Cavalry. When a Sentinel is in trouble, they ride to the rescue. Or, to rip off Frank Miller, there's nothing like having your friends show up with a lot of guns. When they're not blasting robots out of the sky, the Bravo Sentinels are a public works team, they use their powers for constructive purposes to make the city a better place.
Posted 16 August 2011 - 08:52 PM
Posted 16 August 2011 - 10:22 PM
Also, Concussive Attack means explosions right? Is there any reason you chose that instead of Crushing Weapon?
Posted 16 August 2011 - 10:56 PM
In addition to his strength his inherited power is being able to fire a "concussive lance" of energy from his fists (see character picture.) Concussive means "force" and it doesn't necessarily imply firey explosions. A Crushing Weapon would be like a hammer. This is a ray of energy. (hence ranged, multi-attack)
I'll work to make those things clearer.
Posted 18 September 2011 - 02:44 PM
Posted 18 September 2011 - 05:08 PM
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