The Silver Sentinel

Real Name: Jakob Cain
Hero Name: Silver Sentinel
Alignment: Lawful neutral
Age: 25
Gender: male
Hair: Copper
Eyes: navy blue
Height: 6’2
Weight: 250Ibs
Blood type: B+






When Jakob was younger, he could be best described as “quick on the draw” when it came to interactions and situations. He always seemed to have a response locked and loaded when it was needed, did nothing but get him in a whole shit load of trouble. This wit wasn’t just for shit-talking, he was also shown to be a fast problem-solver. He was able to talk his way out of any situation or even redirect an object at just the right time to slip by.

After the accident, he seems different. He’s become very quick to anger. Always out to prove he’s worthy of his second chance, even if it means hurting himself in the process. Though he has his moments where his old wit seems to poke out, even the most minor of complications can set him off. When in this state, he’s never thinking straight. This opens the door for more mistakes and more complications from his “hit first, ask questions never” attitude.

“I always wanted to be a hero.”

When I was a kid, I always looked up to the heroes. It doesn’t matter if it was the gods that roamed the earth or Franky, the friendly plumber who beat robbers with a crowbar. My little child body would always jump with joy whenever I had the luxury of watching one of them kicking ass. Out of all of them though, One stood above the rest. My favorite was the amazing and mighty Silver Sentinel. No matter where he went, he always brought the evildoers to justice with his catchphrase “Heroic victory is forged in the courage of every hero!”

Even as I got older, my love for heroes never dwindled. I spent every waking moment planning out how I was gonna become a hero. I started getting into shape, I designed an outfit, I practiced my ‘hero voice’, and I even threw myself into semi-dangerous situations to check if I’d gained powers yet. So many heroes saved me over the years, most of all, it was The Silver Sentinel himself. Looking back on it now, I question if maybe I was a little too obsessed with the idea. Perhaps if I’d actually gotten hurt during these tests, I wouldn’t be here today.

I did eventually get powers of course. You know, it’s almost comedic. I spent all that time nearly killing myself to ‘awaken’ super strength or flight. Hell, at one point, I even tried recreating scenes from the origin stories of heroes I read about. The fact I survived with no nerve damage after that much voltage shot through me is a miracle. All those failed experiments just to have my powers awakened during an otherwise bland day.

I was walking home after school three days short of my 16th birthday. I saw three hooligans picking on some underclassmen. It might have been foolish in retrospect but my dismantling of them by way of insults and mockery didn’t go over well with them. Was thinking it was my time to flee when I felt something hard and sharp jab me in the back of the head. I didn’t even turn to see who hit me with the rock before I hit the ground running. I could feel something liquid flowing down the back of my neck as I ran, my hand came back crimson-red when I tried and failed to put pressure on the wound. In retrospect, looking down at my hand might have been the worst mistake I could have made, I had only looked back up for mere seconds before I slammed into that tree. Using all my strength to not fall to the ground was all I could do. I had almost gotten my bearings when the punks caught up with me. The look on their faces was nothing but pure disgust. My memory of what was said is still quite fuzzy but the aftermath is still deeply ingrained. I held out a hand to beg for mercy when one of them threw a spherical object. Expecting a world of pain, I closed my eyes and hoped for something minor.

I stood there for what felt like hours before I heard one of them yell out “What the fuck.” Slowly opening my eyes, I jumped as I found the sphere stopped right in front of my face. The weird stitching clued me in that it was a baseball. My hand moved on its own as it reached forward. I only felt the Cowhide for a mere moment before I watched this strange energy cover the sporting equipment. I didn’t have any time to react before it was shot out through the one who threw it.  The look on my three bullies' faces was just as horrified as I was as I saw something dark red start to squirt from the sender’s hand. I only had enough time to count his remaining fingers before my head started feeling very light and fuzzy. I remember hitting the hard cement with a thud, my wound must have finally caught up with me. The last thing I remember before blacking out was seeing someone with long brown hair yelling something at a guy in a blue mask.

When I woke up in the hospital, I felt so ashamed. All those years training to be a hero and I got taken down in an instant. The doctors deemed him to return home after only three days, the issue was it ended up being on his birthday.  I didn’t have much time to celebrate as I went right back to training. I even figured out I was blessed with Kinetic energy manipulation. I was determined to make sure there wouldn’t be a next time. By the time my birthday was over, I was already suited up and back on the streets as an official supered-powered hero.

For all the years I claimed myself to be quite witty,  the best name I was able to come up with for a hero name was “Fight Master.” That didn’t stop me from being out there every night and kicking serious criminal ass. Along the way, I got my ass seriously kicked violently. Ended up in the hospital more times than I could count and missed a lot of school because of it too. Even got so bad I ended up in the hospital a couple of times. Wasn’t too bad, One worker always seemed to end up with me and they were very nice. Sadly, I don't think I ever heard her name. Maybe if I did, things could have turned out differently.

It was what I thought was gonna be a normal day, the sun was shining and crime was happening in the city of LA. I was on my normal patrol when I heard a loud crash and explosion ten blocks away. I quickly leaped into action, I made those ten blocks in a mere minute. Arrived just in time to see what the cause of it all was, another villain trying to wreak havoc and damage the city in the long run. I was taking out dealing with minions and low-tier villains with quick throws when I heard a blood-curdling scream. Looking around I was able to spot a woman yelling from a 3rd-story window a block away. After punching out some dude in a ski mask, I took off running to rescue the lady in distress.

Making my way up those stairs felt almost like a breeze with the thrill I was getting, just about skipping over every odd-numbered step in the process. I jolted around the 3rd floor as best I could trying to find my damsel in distress. Another scream queued me in long enough to find where she was trapped. I tried my best to calm her down and guide her to the door when the building shook from an explosion from outside. I didn’t even have a chance to look up before the roof started caving in.

Everything next felt like it was in slow motion as I threw my arms up to the roof. Every fiber of my being was screaming as I tried to resummon the power from all those years ago, watching in horror as the debris fell closer and closer to myself and the woman. I could hear my internal voice scream as I cried out for my idea to work. My body was screaming as the first layer hit my hands, all hope was quickly fleeing from me. I started closing my eyes to embrace my failure and demise when I felt something grab me. Just as time seemed to return to me, everything suddenly went black.

I slowly came to with a scratch in my throat. I barely got a cough out before I had to hold back a scream in pain. Trying to shift to look around made it worse. I couldn’t feel much of my right arm, the numbness made the situation much worse than it already was. I soon realized my right arm had been imploded by some piping and crushed badly in the fall. The sight before me almost felt like a dream, made worse by the darkness starting to creep back up on me. Everything was getting blurry and fading as pain shot throughout my body.


A scream brought me back to the world of the living, from the tone of the voice I could only guess it was the damsel waking up from her fall. Another voice rang out as the weight over my arm was lifted. Looking up revealed who my savior was this time as I found myself in the presence of “The Silver Sentinel” himself. My enjoyment was quickly killed as I noticed the state my right arm was in, it was absolutely destroyed. He helped me to my feet and walked me over to the woman as he continued to talk. I was too mesmerized by the bloody blob I used to call an arm to listen. My dazed state was interrupted by something else just out of the counter of my eye. That’s when I finally noticed it, The Silver Sentinel was hurt and it looked bad. I tried to piece together a coherent sentence but was stopped as the building started to shake violently again. Before I could react, I watched as my hero grabbed the woman and chucked her through an opening in the ruined ceiling. My eyes were pulled back down as I felt hands grab me by the collar, My childhood hero was smiling as he held onto me.
“Heroic victory is forged in the courage of every hero!” was all he said to me before he launched me through the air.

I landed with a thud, the violent shaking quickly bringing me back to my feet. I looked around and realized I was standing in the first-floor lobby. I quickly ran up to a door and kicked it open, seeing light almost brought me to tears. I grabbed the terrified woman with my functioning hand and dragged both of us to the pavement outside, glancing back just in time to see the entire building fold in on itself. I could only stand there in shock at the grave of the man I looked up to for most of my life. Even as I was loaded up into the back of an ambulance, my eyes didn’t leave the building until it was long out of sight.

By the time I arrived at the hospital, my arm was a goner. I ended up spending three months recovering before they let me out. Three months of nothing but brewing in my failure and wasted potential. I knew it was my fault my hero died, if only I was strong enough to save the woman on my own. Maybe then The Silver Sentinel would still be alive and giving the people of the world hope, just like he was doing for all those years before he met me. By the time they realized me, I decided it was best to hang up my mask.

At least, that’s what I thought I was doing. A month after my release, I was ambushed in the park by a familiar face in the medical student I’d been seeing all these years. She told me her name was Eden and she felt I seemed “depressed” and “maybe I could use some help getting back on my feet.” When I tried to brush her off, She made it clear she wasn’t taking “no” for an answer. The next thing I knew, I was being dragged to some hideout she claimed was for some sort of “hero team.” However, I didn’t get to see much of it before I was swiftly thrown into a closet and forced to listen to her try her hardest to convince the team they needed a new member. Loud mutters and yelling turned into a bright light in my face and upset voices criticized her for “revealing the hideout to a nobody.” I broke the crowdwork with a throat clearing and a glance at the rest of her team. After a long pause and a moment to think, I said the only thing I could even think to ask them at a moment like this:
“Can I pick my color?”

The motions of hero work:
Jakob has gained the ability to control Kinetic, also known as the energy of motion. This allows him to absorb and use the energy for his use. After much trial and error, he has discovered the current limit of its current state. This power gives him abilities such as Punching up to 4x his normal strength, redirecting or guiding thrown objects no bigger than a baseball, and even repurposing the energy to boost himself when he needs it.

Missed the mark:
Though he has spent years training both his body and powers to be much stronger than when he first started, it still has many limits:
While Kinetic energy is a very powerful force, it’s also a very tricky one. The more energy he absorbs, the more it starts to contradict his own inherited kinetic energy. This causes him to become much slower and sluggish.
Though the energy allows him to hit harder, His body doesn’t get upgraded alongside it. He might be able to use some of the energy to give his body a temporary buff, but it’s not enough to sustain more than 4 max-level punches. He has to rely on his suit and prosthetic arm to go behind that.
When it comes to his guiding and redirecting ability. It requires both eyesight and concentration to work effectively. He can only control objects he can clearly see during use. If it turns a corner, the item either keeps going or drops to the floor. In the same sense, he has to keep his focus on the item or it also fails.
Even if he can completely absorb the energy he collects, the boost he gains isn’t anything beyond a minor boost. His durability is only increased to double that of a standard human, His body only recovers from minor bruises and cuts, and even his processing speed is only increased by merely 5 seconds.

Refined Silver armor: A  genius set of power armor crafted by his teammate Caleb. Though modded slightly to fit his new arm. It still contains features like:

HUD/Vision/Communication: The helmet comes with a heads-up display, as well as IR, Nightvision, Thermal, Zoom, X-Ray, and Motion Sensor). They are also outfitted with an encrypted communicator.
Weakness: An EMP will put both the suit and his arm out of commission until they can fully reboot. While the suit will be fully shut down for 10 minutes, his arm only stiffens up for about 15 before it starts to function properly.

Rebreather: The helmet is outfitted with a custom rebreather, allowing the filtering of air pathogens, and can even be used underwater.  
Weakness:  They are connected to an oxygen compressor located in the back of the armor. If damaged, it can no longer function, and the rebreather will switch two air canisters located in armored pouches on the belt. This gives the heroes a solid hour of oxygen before the canisters are emptied. Once empty, the rebreather will shut off, and the hero will be breathing in external air.  

Armor: Made of a tough alloy, His suit is quite durable. Allowing him to sustain hits from small arms, physical blows, fires, and even minor degrees of electricity.
Weakness: Though it is slightly stronger than your average armor, it still has a limit. After enough hits, the armor will fall apart at the seams and become useless. The armor also doesn’t have much resistance to armor-piercing rounds or explosions.

Kinetic energy absorbing: His armor is modded in a way that helps boost his powers, this is done by giving him leeway to absorb and contain kinetic energy. This is done by a series of special containers built into the suit, most are scattered around the armor to avoid all being damaged from one hit.
Weakness: Just like most containers built of its sort, they can be rather easy to destroy. A well-aimed hit would cause the containers to break, causing all the energy collected to be released. There's also a limit on the amount that can be used at one time. if more than 2 compartments are in use at one time, the built-up energy is likely to start damaging and affecting the effectiveness of the suit.


"Teammates don't count? Then my answer is a solid no."

1. Can be seen adjusting and fiddling with his prosthetic arm at times, mostly trying to kill time between missions and training.
2. Tends to practice his powers using a baseball or a pen.