The Antarctic Fox aka Mike

Superhero: The Antarctic Fox
Alias: Michael Raynara BA.Eng
Alignment: Hero
Race: Human
Age: 23
Height: 6’6”
Catchphrase: This is going to hurt
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(Was a rush job by the artist but is mostly correct)

Nationality: Australian

Statistics:
Intelligence: 6
Strength: 4
Speed: 2
Durability: 4
Energy Projection: 0
Fighting Skill: 6

Powergrid:
(coming soon!)

Tools:
Taser Claws: The most straightforward of The Antarctic Fox’s arsenal, each claw on his fingers and thumbs is metal and linked to a taser charger on his belt, delivering nasty jolts, useful sparks and other things that require high voltage electricity. Melee unless suitable conductors are found-

Cooling Suit: Underlying his entire suit, is an elaborate fluid cooling system, siphoning heat away from Michael and dumping it into his tail, where it then radiates out. This both keeps him cool in the suit and at higher levels shields him from high environmental temperatures, until the Kevlar in his armour starts to melt. As a note, the fluid used Is blue leading to some disturbing images when a knife has severed a tube, making him appear to ‘bleed’ blue blood.

Headpiece: Crash helmet, AR interface, sensory buffer, communications. The headpiece has so many animatronics in it it’s indistinguishable from an actual fox. Though the fur cover gets slashed repeated (Michael’s managed to reduce sowing time to 30 minutes by sheer practice), this only exposes the inner kelvar mesh and workings, which seem to frighten most people,

Armour: Michaels whole suit protects in one way or another, and consists of 3 layers, the middle one being the cooling suit. The innermost layer absorbs kinetic energy and is basically composed of cells containing a topical anaesthetic and antiseptic. Between the cooling suit and this most blows are absorbed harmlessly, but anything strong enough to bruise ruptures the bubbles, covering the area in gel, which numbs the pain long enough to finish the fight. If something penetrates, then he’s clear of infection (and really hoping it doesn’t get that bad.

The outer most later started off as textile motor bike safety clothing, but Michael has expanded and reinforced the Kevlar weave in plates to a level comparable to military grade body armour.

Tool Pouch: He’s an engineer and carries duct tape, WD-40, screwdrivers, and other little tools.

Personality: Michael could’ve been a hot shot engineer sprouting inventions left and right, aside from one minor detail, his dislike of formality. It’s necessary, but no way to live your life. Instead he’s upbeat, throwing out the occasional quip make everyone feel better, or him, or because he thinks it’s actually good. He tries no to dwell on the grey areas of right or wrong because he could go on for days. He never starts a fight, but will happily finish off the guy who did.

History: Michael was born and raised in Australia, his father was a highly successful civil engineer, renown both locally and internationally, his mother an avionics engineer is the largest airline in Australia. His own avid interest started in shows like Power Rangers, comics like Iron Man, and from sci-fi in general, developing interests in robotics. A life time of high grades and an bachelors degree with the highest honours later, Michael spent 3 months of professional engineering work before deciding it wasn’t his cup of tea. The advantage of being a consulting engineer: The hours are flexible, the pay is high, and if you’re really good, people don’t care if you come to work in a clown suit.

In his spare time he enjoyed an interest in things geeky, from role-playing to computer games and gadgets. And animals. In fact most of his spare cash through university was made by dressing up in an arctic fox fursuit and mascoting at events and parties.

Even this suit wasn’t immune from his tinkering, and it was this suit he had with him when the fire broke out at Federation Plaza, it was the cooling suit underneath it, built originally to make him comfortable under that fur in an Australian summer that shielded him from the intense heat. It was the microphones that let him hear normally under the headpiece, that helped him hear people screaming for help over the roaring blazes. It was the cameras that gave him perfect vision in that head, that allowed him to see wiouth the thick smoke blinding him.

On December 19th, 3:43 AM carrying two passed out individuals and leading 7 more, firemen saw what cool only be described as a firefox that walked. After the burning fur was extinguished, he fled into the night. 2 days later a street gang was found rounded up with a note and photo. The photo was of a grinning biker fox with fur of pure white. The note read, ‘sent this to the tabloids too, so don’t try and hide it, let these men be an example of what I’m prepared to do, a white flash you can’t see in the dark, a swift boot to the head before you crack someone else’s skull. Be warned all criminals, for you’re in my den, and this will hurt, you’re in the lair of the down-underdog, The Antarctic Fox’

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