Richard Flynn

Real Name: Richard Flynn
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Super Hero Name: Ghost
Title: The Masked Man
Alignment: Neutral Good
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Hair: Black
Eyes: Blue
Height: 5’8ft
Weight:140lbs

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Personality: In the persona of Richard Flynn is a well meaning man that has deep respect for the law and all those that abide by it, it’s in this persona that Richard can display the warmer sentiments of his personality such as jokes, lengthy conversations and the odd screw up here and there. Richard keeps this attitude in his more casual part of the day to throw off any suspicion to his own personal secrets or vigilante identity this shows him to be a very careful person to not openly display himself to the public, it shows him for a man that isn’t desiring attention or fame through praise or the fear that the media would surely inspire into people. Richard although being kind and well meaning to the people around him never displays his true arsenal of skills however, if unlucky enough to get into a brawl for instance Flynn will only guard himself against strikes that could cause injury later on to show him as an ordinary glass jawed person who can occasionally have no spine whatsoever.

The Ghost on the other hand when Richard can bring his true desires along with his personal look out on the world today on full display to everyone, in this true persona that he holds Richard is a man driven by justice against criminals or the people funding them in their shadows. In conversation with the Ghost his tone and the variety of topics he will breach would depend on the assignment at hand, if he was on a personal mission for instance, the Ghost will almost be single minded in his planning to complete that mission almost to a point that nothing else would exist to him except the resources at hand, on the other hand if he was striding along rooftops looking for crime on the streets he is a lot more easily delved into conversation on a wider variety of topics sometimes even delving slightly more into Richard Flynn’s appropriate personality traits at these times. Above all on both of these disguises one thing always remains resolute within his mind, no matter how many laws he has to break or how sickeningly vile the adversary he never resorts to killing his adversaries unless they are non-organic after all a machine can be rebuilt a life can’t.

History: Born in the year 2007 Richard Flynn although he was previously called another birth name John Anderson was born into a rather wealthy and large family that owed its greatest amount of wealth towards the military. The leader of the family and the father to Richard who’s name was Robert Anderson was chief of construction engines or machines to keep a constant stream of armaments going towards the United Kingdoms military such as bullets, guns and even times going into more medical means to get materials for testing in order to constantly keep pushing troops out into the field this created a lot of cash as one could imagine and bought him into status along with power this also created problems for him. Richard was born an average boy with an average day life but he was the ‘mistake’ that his parents did not want for in order to sell weapons that brought untold amount of death and pain and researching medical science for the soul purpose of putting more injured men into the fight one has to be rather roofless and cold hearted, so cold hearted in fact that he gave the mistake of a child to the soul purposes of becoming the perfect weapon. Pouring portions of his ever growing river of fortune into the production of engineering his son into this killing machine for domestic and external purposes of increasing his fortune against competitors or rival nations, from the moment that his tiny baby teeth could bite into anything he was feeding on modified portions of experimented food or drinking at specific times to produce the perfect muscle growth in the body, this altered protein and carbohydrates would alter Flynn’s normal body into something more, it would develop the muscles and mutate his genetics in order to bring his strength along with his speed to exceed normal human levels. It came close to many times that Richard almost died from this alteration but each time he was able to hold back on the precipice of death, this was largely thanks to the fact that his tiny body was still growing the muscles to compensate this rapid alteration and adapt to it easier.

At the age of seven the training began training in various forms martial arts with instructors from the armies that owed debts to his beloved father or instructors from abroad enticed by the smell of money, it wasn’t long until little Richard’s combat prowess was up to the standard that was set for his development, the last gift that Richard would be bestowed from would be his education Richard was bequeathed a good level of intellect from his father although he could never match him in terms of knowledge or business sense. At the age of thirteen the young assassin was ready for his first target, from that point on Richard’s consciousness was put to sleep as one after the other contracts fell like flies one after the other rivals to his father mostly but sometimes other men that were going to be future trouble or people he had personal grudges with. Rather than being seen as a son Richard was seen more of a tool by his father and given the name Ghost instead as his father liked to make jokes that he would haunt anyone that looked upon his creation. Ghosts siblings were largely ignorant of his existence they knew he once existed but Richard’s parents told them that he had died soon after child birth and was lamented and put out of their minds in blissful ignorance of his situation.

Fifteen years of age Richard’s emotions began to thrive within him once again despite all of his training along with the amount of blood upon his hands, Richard often saw children with their parents being loved and respected he has always had these feelings of animosity for not receiving this kind of affection in his life as he had been treated like nothing but a tool, it gave him child like urges to be accepted by his father to be treated more than like a tool to him. After Richard had plucked up the courage and encroached his old man about his emotions he was met with nothing but contempt as though he was a stray dog that had sank it’s fangs into his feeding hand, the disobedience was repaid with his last contract in his life the mission seemed like an easy target a wealthy client in his Father’s weapon manufactory but the target was tipped off from the attack and the seemingly easy mission suddenly cascaded into a suicide run. During the struggle that followed Richard was informed that he was set up by his father for unknown motives that he was the one that tipped off the guards realizing that his display in front of his father was enough to capture his life was the time that he finally woke up from his killing spree. Abandoning the mission which almost cost his life doing so he fled into London taking up a new identity as Richard Flynn taking up characteristics that he longed for and decided he would of taken if fate had deemed him another life. It was now he was driven by repentance for the amount of lives that he had taken deciding to bring his own justice to the streets as Ghost as a mental slap towards his father and in recognition as a haunting figure of his former life. Going through the various cites of England his skills continued to progress as his mind was introduced into all new systems of combat such as engineering into gadgets that he could use against these adversaries or new ways to track down criminals in their misbegotten lairs.

At the age of twenty one Ghost had spent six years as a vigilante by taking down the crime that he could find, it made him many enemies along the way but none could track down the grim spectre of the Ghost. Richard has never encroached upon his father however, who at this point was nothing but a bad forgotten nightmare it was true that he was given human abilities that many would die for but the price for achieving these aspects far out weighted the rewards, Flynn had managed to conceive of a convincing back story for his persona saying that he was travelling each town in search of work but carefully disregarding the actual applying for the work, it would instead fall onto Ghost to take a small percentage off the criminals that he captured in order to stay alive after all if he was going to be a man that didn’t kill he was not going to shed a few tears of taking away tainted money. Unfortunately however, Ghost never had an affinity for following the rules and naturally is was against the law to beat criminals into a bloody pulp and hand them over to the police like Christmas presents, this has made him two adversaries in the world which would be the police along with the gangs that he has been harassing all this time, in time the heat became so bad that Ghost had to flee to America as Richard Flynn to throw off all notions of suspicion before his father could catch wind of his existence which he surely would in time, it’s now that he patrols American streets awaiting for a chance to strike back into England against those that had chased him out.

Powers:
Mutated growth has lead to:
Super human strength- Genetically altered muscle growth has allowed Ghost to produce a lot more force from his muscle groups than your average guy.

Super human speed - Similar to the factors of the strength the muscles within Richard’s legs have been developed to a point that they can sprint at an incredibly fast pace.

Close combat specialist - Fourteen years of being trained by martial artists, former veterans and personal improvisations Richard has become familiar with various different forms of martial arts and strategy within battle.

Power Grid: (You have 22 points to spend on your Power Grid unless you can fly, in which case you have 20. Each stat can start at 6, not 7. 7 must be earned.)
STR: 4
SPD: 4
END: 3
INT:5
EP: 0
FS: 6

Power Grid colours: Blue and black
Roleplay Sample:
The night was young as the clouds darted across the midnight sky, radiating shadows along with an essence of gloom down onto the streets of London, it’s stars were veiled in a cloak of mist with the added hindrance of clouds darkened with the burden of future rain that promised to fall briefly. Wind rustling through the streets at an unusually high intensity, causing garbage to be lifted up into the air and drifted down the roads or the doors that lacked proper locks slammed against their frames like drumbeats through this misty night, the streets were largely abandoned only a few four wheeled contraptions called cars of a different variety of colours which slumbered noiselessly in the darkness, slumbering like their owners as they slept on warm beds blissfully unaware fo the unknown. Gazing at the moon on this night, no one would have the desire to step outside, risking the cold weather or being plunged into a cascade of water if you had any of the humanities common sense, all except one braved the night in order to try to reach their relatives for a nightly visit but foul things would befall this woman as she swept through the streets. ‘clap, clap, clap’ the hard soles of the shoes slammed against the pavement making a ruckus that could awake the very dead it’s self.

Snapping through the cold desolate blackness, came the small sensation of whistles protruding from the woman as her auburn hair flowed behind her, rustling within the breeze. “What’s your hurry, young lady…” The slither of a deep toned voice rippled through the darkness over the tune of the woman as a pale man stepped into the moonlight, gazing adamantly towards the woman who had whipped her head around to face the encroaching man that came closer to him. As the beam of the moonlight flooded down upon his body the cropped haircut along with a rather pointed face became visible, standing much taller than the woman at a staggering 6.2ft at least, this revelation would send shivers down the young woman’s spine couple with the fact that this pale man that towered over her smelt heavily of alcohol, stains of the liquid were covering his shirt shimmering white in the moonlight almost to cloak his abominable crime. Shuddering against the wind and the slowly tantalising amount of fear raising upon his mind the man drew closer, his smouldering breath that smelled like rotting maggots gashed over her face making her wince with horror, “do I frighten you? Heh, yes I am rather.. Intimidating.” The woman gave a cold shudder of horror as the drunken breath flared over her along with the grip of his iron like hand, the woman screamed and wrenched herself from the grasp the shoes that she was wearing were not suited for running but she clambered onwards her feet making more noise than the last.

High above on a nearby rooftop of a house overlooking the scene riddled with darkness that disguised him from the scenario below, was the Ghost submerged within the shadows. The white mask that shrouded his features was placed over his face it’s red frown gazing in cold sharpness hiding the emotions upon the face, it’s bone white colouring was shrouded by the shadows matching the long black overcoat that the Ghost wore that fell down to knee height when standing upright, underneath he wore a black long-sleeved shirt to protect against the cold while also cloaking up the bullet proof vest to protect against stray bullets that may try to set their fangs within his heart. The echoing of the woman’s shoes, the panting of the man as he chased her like a wild beast stalking it’s prey, Ghost knew it was time to act. Standing upright the bone white mask glinting within the moonlight followed by the blazing trail of the sapphire blue eyes that gleamed from within the eye holes waited for the woman to pass by. Entangled within her own distraught to get away from this vile fiend the victim didn’t give a single glance to the spectator upon the rooftops as she rushed onwards to safety, the Ghost took a few steps backwards as he allowed the cold air to sweep upon his skin, it made the hairs upon his forearms stand upwards as small bumps of coldness entrenched themselves upon his skin, the perpetrator came within range as the Ghost launched himself forward through the air flying through the world like an eagle the cloak flapping behind him with the shift of the breeze, the eyes of the vigilante never left the criminal as he plummeted towards the ground. Cracking through the screams the clatter of the Ghosts feet were summoned upon the ground gazing with malice at the criminal that stopped as his alcohol infused brain tried to react to what had happened.

Almost ten seconds passed before the drunken pursuer registered that someone was indeed in front of him. “Hey!, who the hell are you, what are you doin’ out here!” The drunken yelling ringed with the Ghosts ears as he lifted his face to gaze directly towards the drunkards eyes. “I’m here to haunt you.” The vigilante replied coldly his voice as unnerving as ice it’s self, but to one who was off his so addled within the minds he could only stammer out, “your… Your not my wife are you?” Ghost had to suppress a chuckle, after all the crooks had had pursued and the people he had met, this was the first time he was accused of that. The criminal jumbled forward ready to engage in a fight with the figure in front of him, drawing back one arm to shoulder level the drunk threw a wide punch towards Ghost that was so wide that the Ghost assumed that he was trying to attack the wind next to him, the drunk recoiled from his blunder and sent another much more accurate punch towards the mask that was in front of him. Ghost took one step and pointed his toe towards his the haunted prey as his body let go of it’s weight and recoil around the foot whirling around the punch, with one hand outstretched he grabbed the victim by the collar who’s savage grin had turned into one of surprise along with disbelief before the Ghost’s fist slid over his own arm and the knuckles collided with the forehead, Ghost grimaced although it was not recognisable with the mask covering his features, the punch was held back just enough to knock this man out cold and not to explode his brains within his skull from the force. Sirens whistled through the streets as the lady would have surely reported the offence to the authorities to protect any other young lady that dared to venture the streets, the Ghost caught his knocked out prey as the alcohol riddled body fell into his own, it allowed him to easily place him on the pavement to be picked up by the encroaching police. Darting within the darkness and submerging within the shadows he vanished from the scene just like a ghost.

Approved