Name: Ezekiel Parkinson
Nicknames/Aliases: None so far.
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 176 lbs.
Affiliations: None
Employment: Mercenary
Species: Human
Ethnicity: American
Birthdate: September 1st
Relationships: None
History
Ezekiel Parkinson was born in Memphis, Tennessee, the son of a prostitute and a lowlife street urchin that gathered enough money to afford one. Of course neither of the parents wanted to take custody of the child, and after much argument the father took him in... Only to put him in foster care. All of this occurring before Ezekiel was even a full year old, he cared not for these circumstances, and cared less for the parents he never had.
Eight years later, the boy was taken in. Unfortunately he was taken in by the wrong crowd. Frankie Parkinson, local coke dealer, needed money, and fast. Of course, taking in a child meant getting certain sums of wealth from the government, sums that Frankie needed at the time to pay off his debts. He took in the child and raised him, teaching few life lessons and doing his job.
After all, just because Frankie was a drug dealer didn't mean he was an asshole.
Skip ahead to the age of 15 for Ezekiel. His dad, late one night, had left the house and had... Unfortunately... Not returned when scheduled. Indeed, the dealer didn't return until the next day, beaten and broken beyond belief. The father vowed that starting then, he and his son would take away their usual three hours of tv and junk food to spend time practicing combat. There were a few martial arts studios nearby, and Frankie had the two go to almost all of them at least once a week. Mainly out of fear. Partially out of superstition.
Luckily these skills did come in handy one night, when an unhappy client tracked down the pair. Frankie started to talk his way out of it with little avail, but at the first word he heard Ezekiel leapt at the would-be attacker, beating him until his dad had to rip him off of the poor man. It was then that the two realized what this meant for them. From then on, almost all of the young teenagers spare time went to training, and after a while it paid off. He got a job... But not the kind one would expect. Ezekiel picked up mercenary work, spreading out the business and helping out any... less reputable members of society.
Eventually, Ezekiel caught onto a big job. His first real 'catch' in the professional crime world. The Brahma Brotherhood. A military force that, at the time, he had no idea would spread to the popularity of which it did. He started out as one of the first few original mercenaries, and did whatever he was told. His paychecks came in. His father was protected. Everything was perfect at the time...
Until one order came in. Distribute konite to the people, to all the lessers that also wanted to serve the Brotherhood in their own way. Most didn't complain about this task. Konite, new mystery drug, why not? They only did what Satar did, and didn't ask questions after that. But soon enough, they saw what their creations had become. The konite, it altered the people that wanted to serve, turning them into freaks that were nothing but loyal. Mutants, if mutants had been even more twisted.
The people in Satar's circle of konite distributors were starting to grow slightly uneasy about this, but still believed in their cause. The only one of them that ever really brought it up was Ezekiel. The others tried to warn him of what would happen if he said such things, and these words had begun to take an effect on Parkinson. Growing paranoid, he left the Brahma Brotherhood, taking off from the Black House one night and never returning... Unfortunately, the Brotherhood noticed. Before Ezekiel could make it back to Tennessee, he was attacked by konite-infused militia, mostly Mad Dogs and Kamikaze Kings, all of them the results of the horrors he had performed on innocent people. Using the training and weaponry he had gained from his time with the Brotherhood, he managed to fight most of these enemies off...
But a lone grenade ended his hopes of winning such a firefight. Some damn Mad Dog, with sonar perception that allowed him to pinpoint Ezekiel's location. The grenade was perfectly thrown, and if not for the peak reflexes of Parkinson, he would be dead... Instead, he's now missing his left arm. Luckily escaping from the horde of enemies, he managed to go to a hospital in Memphis, and got a prosthetic arm- albeit it did cost him most of his earnings with the Brotherhood.
Power Grid
- Strength- 3(5 with his left arm)
- Durability- 3(arm is a 7)
- Agility- 4
- Energy Projection- Well, since bullets don't count, 1.
- Fighting Ability- 6
- Intelligence- 4. While having a lesser actual school education, he is well trained in battle plans/strategy.
- Mental Power- 1
- Speed- 3
- Stamina- 3 (Arm, 7)
Ezekiel has a prosthetic arm made of (in order of layers from outside to in) adamantium plating, loose vibranium that has been coiled like a spring for advanced punching strength, and wiring. A thin panel on his arm can open up at a moment's notice to fire out a lone grappling hook, up to 200 yards.
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