The Cavalier

Real Name: David Cook
Super Hero/Villain/Renegade/etc Name: The Cavalier
Title: Brains, Ugly Suit Guy
Alignment: Unwavering Good
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Human (White)
Hair: Light Brown
Eyes: Green
Height: 6'
Weight: 195 LBS

Costume Description/Image: His face is covered by a mask, a solid tin mask with facial features, complete with eye holes for the eyes, steel lips, and even a place for the nose. The mask is solid metal, featuring a natural steel color.

He wears a cape of red, across his back, a whole cape attached all the way through, rather than with a chain or clasp.

His entire upper body is covered with a alloy mythril that is used underneath his clothing. His torso is goldenrod yello spanex with a giant C in the middle, using blood red, with blood red streaking down his shoulders and into his arms.

His pants are made of a stretchy type of spandex, again with a blood red stripe and yellow solid around it. Underneath he has developed a new style of biotics, a machine that helps him move at super speeds.

Personality: Happy-go-lucky. Loves to joke, especially if he is in a sticky situation. He tries not to take a situation too seriously, after all, stress is the number one cause of heart attacks...after big macs.

That said, he is loyal almost to a fault and protects people to the best of his abilities. He is selfless and dedicates his life to helping others.

Oh, and he's rich.

History: David grew up like most normal kids: He was trained to be a smart professional, who was well rounded. The best at sports, the best in his classes, he even seemed to have this ability to simply out do everyone then have energy for more. His parents pushed him into school, which he was more than happy to do. Graduating Summa Cum Laude from Harvard Biological Science, he was on the fast track to being a billionaire.

His work with the different cells of the body and genetics in general were astounding. He has been able to successfully create a regeneration formula to help grow human ears from mice. He was named man of the year by US News and Time Magazine.

But he wanted more. He constantly saw misguided youths grow into horrid people. He saw rich men and women constantly throw their money away, or even worse, use their money for nefarious means.

David did not grow up rough, nor did he resort to this path of being a super hero because he was forced into it. He is in it for others, to further humanity, and to protect those who need it most. He grew up with the silver spoon, has more money than he knows what to do with it all. Now it's time to use it for unselfish reasons.

Powers: David uses his brain, his wits, and his skills with a blade do all of the talking. While some super heroes smash threw walls or can fly at the speed of sound, David prefers to watch, to wait, then use gadgets and his trusty sword to do the talking. His various gadgets help him duck, dodge and dismiss many challengers. Certainly he isn't going to be taking on a tank shell to the gut in the near future. His cunning and his knowledge of martial arts and sword play are what get him out of tough situations. Also, his incredible endurance makes it tough for him to be stopped at times.

While having no real discernible powers, he uses his skills with his incredible wits and mind to set up his route.

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: 2
SPD: 4
END: 5
INT: 6
EP: 0
FS: 5

Weapons: His weapon of choice is a two handed sword. The sword has a red ruby in the middle of the hilt, silver handles on the sides and is made entirely of titanium. The sword is perfectly balanced and is made to quickly slice and dice, not to take long.

He also carries a pistol with him, for extremely "tough" situations.

Power Grid colours: Golden Rod Yellow and Blood Red

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Roleplay Sample:

"So are we gonna do dis or not?" The old man said. He was impatient. In the old days, he never had to be so secretive, doing his business in back alley ways. But the era of super heroes changed everything. The young man next to him, his son, was so used to it that he did not know that this was abnormal. He reached over and patted his father on the shoulder.

"Don't worry dad, I'll take care of this." the young man said. Making sure he looked immaculate, he opened the door of the limo and got out. The sun was still able to get back into these alley ways, some how, and was beating down on him. Never a place in New York that you can have privacy these days. He drummed his fingers on the limo trunk as he crossed over.

"What do you want, boy'o?" The young man said. He was decent looking, white, middle aged. He was also packing.

"Show me what you got and then maybe we got a deal." The man said.

The son laughed, then turned to the open window back towards his father. "Can you believe this guy? He asks to see us then HE is running the meeting." He laughed, shaking his head. He took the briefcase from his father's lap and opened it in front of this man.

"That good enough for ya, boy'o?" He said with a smirk.

The man smiled. "That's more than enough. So, brass tacks, how much do I ow..."

He couldn't finish the sentence. A sudden flash of hot red pain made it's course over his back. The back of his suit coat had turned into two separate pieces. The son jumped at the suddenness of the man's reaction.

"You don't owe me a thing." Cavalier said, unveiling himself from behind the falling "entrepreneur." The deal had gone bad, yet the son could not move. The father was blocked out during this whole thing, not knowing what is going on.

"I'll be taking this if you don't mind...boy'o." Cavalier said, grasping the briefcase. With a wave of his red cape, he took off down the alley way, faster than one would think. And just like that, he was gone. The father yelled loudly at his son, "What the hell happened?!"

The son made his way back over to his side of the door, still dumbfounded. "Dad...I think I saw the worst superhero outfit of all time." He managed to squeak out. "Oh yeah, and the drugs are gone, he took them."

The roar of anger from the father did not bode well for the son.

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