Asylum

Real Name: Maximillion Louis Arentino III
Super Hero/Villain/Renegade/etc Name: Asylum
Alignment: Neutral
Age: 56
Gender: Male
Race: White Human
Hair: Dark black, graying in spots
Eyes: Hunter Green
Height: 4'3
Weight: 75 lbs.

Physical Description: Small for his age, unshaven, unkempt hair. Asylum issued straight jacket.
Mental Analysis: Deemed insane, a danger to society. Often has intense moments of clarity, but is often overcome by the voices screaming in his head, an effect caused by his intense schizophrenia. He can remember names extremely well, and notices the smallest things about people, things which are often overlooked. His preferred environment is, what he calls, Organized Chaos..

Medical History
Admitted to Borderville Mental Hospital in 2005
Diagnosed with extreme depression, extreme axiety, ADHD, OCD, and extreme schizophrenia.
Attending Physician: Dr. Hartwright
Medication: 50Mg Seroquel, 200Mg Zoloft, 200Mg Ritolin
Release Date: TBA
No living family, no personal property, found aspirated in a ditch outside Detroit, Michigan. Believed to have been under the influence of PCP at the time, but due to negative reactions with his antipsychotic medication, caused a severe seizure. This completely cut off the neural receptors in Max's arms, rendering them completely immoble.
Security Level: 5, Maximum Security/Special Forces


Personal History
Born in Hampton, Massachusetts, Max was part of an old noble family. Never having to worry about money, he spent his young life devoted to study. Born with growth disabilities, he wanted to prove that power could come in far more than just brute strength.

Pressed into situations by his father later in life, Max was forced to involve himself with the seediest people, his families way of maintaining their cash flow through the drug world. He started out by pushing cocaine, but soon became addicted himself to the drug. At some point, his intake had become too much, and he suffered from a stroke induced by a chemical reaction between his medication and the cocaine.

When Max came to, he woke up in Borderville Mental Hospital, based in Norwell, North Carolina. He was charged under the care of Dr. Hartwright, renowned creator of the Dura-Shell Prototype Subdermal Armor. Wanting one final test subject before going public with his creation, the doctor offered the surgery to Max. Too drugged to care, he went with it, and the painful week-long process began.

8 months pass, and the attendants begin to notice strange things happening. After examination from Hartwright, it was discovered that the Arentino family had psychic blood, most likely from the 1400s. Max was put under special containment, enforced by government issued agents suited to deal with the Supers.

On one of the doctors weekly visits, Max finally enacted his plan, escaping from the hospital and killing the fools that had toyed with his body.

Max now resides in a ware house somewhere in Detroit, awaiting his chosen allies arrival.

Special Notes
After heavy observation, it was found that Maximillion had inherited the Arentino family gift of psychokinesis. Using this ability, he can shift air currents around an object, allowing him to manipulate movement. In lab tests, it's been show to be used as a defense mechanism, pushing force against an incoming projectile in order to severely reduce its level of impact.

Dura-Shell Subdermal Armor Implant: An experiment performed by Dr. Hartwright, it was meant to help Max compensate for his pitiful stature. Unbeknownst to the doctor, he was putting something in Max that would make his skin almost steel-solid. This was soon discovered when the doctors needles couldn't even pierce skin.

I.Q. Uncalculable: Despite the mental setbacks placed upon him, Max is incredibly intelligent. Due to his somewhat stable grasp on reality, he is able to differentiate his hallucinations with reality, though will often refer to both simultaneously in conversation. Devoting all of his time to reading, Max has become a very reliable problem solver, fooling even the examiners in the simplest challenges.

STR: 2
SPD: 2
END: 5
INT: 6
EP: 6
FS: 1

Power Grid colours: Black and White

Do it. Do it now! The voices continued to scream in his head, pounding mercilessly at his cranium. His twitching eyes darted around the room. The plastic clock on the far wall showed that it was just past noon. Lunch would be arriving soon, along with the Doctor. That was when Max would act.
His time was spent craddled in the corner. He struggled to his feet as the door slid open, a single cook walking in, escorted by two guards and the Doctor. Each took a seat aside from the cook, who soon left the group alone.
"How are you today, Max? Is the yelling bad?" The Doctor tapped his pencil against the hard wood of his clipboard. The sound itself reverberated in Max's head, leaving his ears ringing.
"Of of of course, Doc. T-today is, yes that right, 35, the day I get examined, r-right?"
"That's correct Max. My associates will be here soon to examine the work I've done with you. They should be astounded by how well you're coming along with the treatment."
(Oh shut up you stupid git. "No, you shut up.") "Both of you shut up! Yes doc, treatment. W-w-with the needles. Very good."
Max's eyes dart around again. It was a quarter to 1. ACT NOW, the voice screamed. This time, he didn't disobey. His eyes shone for a moment before the steel table was ripped from its bolt, slamming the doctor into the wall with a sickening crack. Blood dripped down to the floor as Max walked through the open door. As he walks out into the lit hallway, the light of the room shatters, leaving the scene in utter darkness.

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