After his chat with Supra-Man, Jacob realized that he could do more for his city on an even more focused level.
With politics, he would be swept up in all the bureaucracy, drowned out by talking heads and flaming activists, he had to take his approach back to basics, and one of the core values that defined him was striving to help people, powered or not, become sculpted mentally and physically into their best selves.
After stepping out of the candidacy after citing mental health reasons, Jacob took a sabbatical, and upon his return to his company, decided he would return to his core values, and became a part-time personal trainer, lecturer at universities, and an author and self-help guru.
Upon cleansing himself of his psychosis, he knew it was time to go back to basics, permanently.
Jacob put out ads and opened up his home to all as a practice, now it was only a matter of time before clients came to his door.
Since departing with his company and vigilante persona, leaving the corporate avenue in the hands of Jessie James and his vigilantism in the much brighter and youthful hands of Aaron Kenway, Jacob was reinvigorated, renewed, and he hoped to restore Chicago to its former glory as well.
With Jacob's newly clean slate, which included everything from stepping out of the shadow of his mantle to his record of service in war to even his sobering up after he kicked his habit of using enhancers during crime fighting, he cut a clear path to his position, if he was elected, that is.
His voice rang out, resounding and resonant, playing across screens far and wide.
"This city, this world, is in need of clarity.
Not simply the independent, isolated ideology that comes with a costume and a codename, but clarity in the grandest scope possible, unity among people, the willingness and the conscious effort to band with those around us to serve the greatest change.
We have turned to caped crusaders to save us, when we as a country, despite our flaws, have the spark, the innate capacity to lift ourselves up, and though our path has faltered, we have the righteous footfalls of inventors, creators, teachers, preachers, and believers paving the grounds of innovation every day.
Our children, the very seed of the spark we bear, are the prime exemplars of the Promethean fire we carry, transposing our brilliance across time eternal, now and for generations hence.
As your mayor, I would solemnly pledge to enact legislation that serves every walk of life for years to come.
If you feel trepidation about the scope of burdens our citizens have endured, fear not, because I stand beside you in the running for this sacred position not as a man in a mask, but with my face and soul unconcealed, the acts of my tenure will be on full display for all to see.
As a people, we are too complacent to be trapped in our own agendas, howling at the wind and shaking our fists to no avail, refusing to listen to anyone's ideas but our own.
Earnestly, what one can learn is that deliberate action tempered with judicial reason and a firm hand is needed, as well as the cosilience of one's self, one's community, and the laws of our shining states.
In an effort to curb the crime and costumed issues plaguing our streets, I propose to pass the Syndication Disbandment and Vigilante Predicated Deputation Act.
All costumed or vigilante based citizens must come forward and be vetted and publicly approved to operate in Chicago, if they are, then they will be closely monitored by this city and our partners in the government, and will have to go public with their identity, while those they are close to will be protected from harm.
Any crime fighter must be deputized as an officer of the Chicago Police Department or other related Chicago office and have to report directly to me on all their ops, or risk being arrested or stripped of their identity if they don't comply, further disciplinary actions will follow if an operative gets too out of hand.
If any operative wishes to have a plan that better aligns with their work style as long as it is within ethical confines, they would come see me, and we could work out a specialized schedule.
Supervilliany, municipal and civil malfeasance and the mob would be henceforth outlawed effective immediately, and would be cracked down harder upon than any citywide crime busting operation has in the past.
On the condition that they are cleared to participate, reformed villains and mobsters might also apply for the operative program, but they would be on a tight leash.
Infrastructure would be rebuilt, the economy would flow, and this city would have a greater level of clarity than ever before if I'm elected!
No matter what may come our way, the path will remain clear, for like the clarity of a iridescent lens, we would all contribute vibrancy to this city, let our light shine through and let our rays of virtue reach to our collaborators so that a better horizon may burst across our skies.
Thank you all, God bless this city, and may peace and prosperity reign.
Jacob's awoke one night in the manor, his heart flighty and unfettered as he bolted straight upright in bed, what had he seen, how could this be possible?
He suppressed the urge, like bile building up in his soul, to scream out for David or Keira, they weren't even the versions he had loved, supported, and cherished all this time, just specks in a sea of endless faces, soon to be lost to the paradimes and paradoxes he had been swept up in.
He calmed himself down, trying to stand, move, anything to achieve some measure of control over his life!
Startlingly, he found that he could walk, his ailments achieved from the revocation of multiversal energy he had experienced were gone, though he still had to use a cane, due to his war injuries, a chronological constant, they had called it, some points in the cosmos remained intact, anchors and standardizations among the many worlds bubbling apart like supernovas and being stitched together again like a starlit tapestry.
Jacob tried to recall what the Elders of The Multiverse had told him, they swore never to intrude upon his life after his time with them, but this was unsilenceable, "Child, push past the memories you've created here, they are mere safeguards to the truth, implanted with your past on this earth to give you some measure of continuity, a psychological necessity for the human perception of reality.
Yes, you've made a life here, but you've always had trouble fitting in.
Every abnormal act you've made, from revealing your identity to the satellite debacle, have been the results of a quantum bleeding of sorts, memories of your old life mixing with your new, creating a life you perceive as fresh, but is muddled and leads to symptoms of Dissociative Identity Disorder in your mind, why do you think you've adopted so many aliases and costume changes in such a short span of time?
Remember, and you will be set free from this burden.
You were the tactician and a founder of The Ascendants, champions of splendor and benevolence for eons on your world.
Auslander, yourself, Marathon, Spearmaiden, Alpha Man, Marksman, Metal Eagle, Portalmaster, Seablade, Freedom, and countless more were bastions of bravery, regardless of what came their way.
Whether it was dark gods of tyranny, cabals of cruelty, or any orator of evil, you all stood in harm's path, and much harm did come to your world, it was as real, as down to earth than this one, palpable in its powers and logistics, but in its casualties as well."
Jacob saw visions of headquarters on the dark side of the moon, government hearings with Freedom leading the accusations, and an indigo flare as he was pushed through a wormhole to avoid the destruction of his universe at the hands of the dark gods, or Deldar.
The Elders showed him a vision of his world being saved and rebuilt in the aftermath, his seat at the team's table vacant, the Elders explaining his reason for being on this Earth, and his teammates forlorn.
So that was why Jacob had felt a void in his heart for so long, that was why his memory had gaps in it and it felt like a piece of him was missing!
"You must help this world as much you can before returning to your own.
Consider this a test of your team's fixed purpose across space and time.
You can help the people of this world ascend to their highest heights and accomplish miracles as you did for the people of your "Ascendantverse", for we are the Eldar, the gods of morality on your world and others, and we have bid it so."
Then, the memories of Jacob's Earth and this world merged, and when he awoke, he felt more wholesome, full in scope.
A worldwide conference was held, Jacob cleared his throat, saying, "People of this Earth, I am not from your world.
I'm from a world quite like yours, yet so different.
I am a member of the Ascendants, a squadron of heroes from a pocket dimension, and we are just as dedicated to serving mankind as your universe is.
While I am displaced here, I wish to serve you well."
With that, Jacob explained everything, with mental images and vivid memories to verify, the government had a telepath on hand as a security precaution and translator of his story, being triply cautious of outworlders.
Jacob, the real tried and true Jacob, looked at the world with brighter colors, for all the trauma that had been faced back home, he would make the best of his life here no matter how long he stayed.
The exact amount of time that Jacob was in a comatose state was uncertain to him, but what he did know was that he had severely atrophied.
His muscled form had become paunchy, his legs couldn't move without the clonus that now afflicted them ravaging his malnourished bones, and he was afflicted by such a psychosomatic state that he didn't even attempt to walk anymore, he sat staring blankly at his city in an armchair, the moon washing over his sickly pallor.
He was, in effect, content to live in his self-pitiable squalor was it not for one fateful day.
Jacob had stumbled across a tome in his study, the work of Joseph Campbell,
"Life is without meaning. You bring the meaning to it. The meaning of life is whatever you ascribe it to be. Being alive is the meaning."
Jacob, through the haze of his listless sensibility, went over the facts bogging him down, just as the world had forced the Titan Atlas to bear its soul-crushing sadism so long ago.
Due to his cerebral palsy, age, and time out of practice make every activity, from dressing to even taking one step hard, yes.
Could the slightest lapse in attention cause him to fall, or become injured more easily than most, sure.
Did he have to pay attention to even the slightest actions of his body, even when the world kept speeding up, threatening to trample him underfoot? Absolutely.
Did he sometimes want to drown in its hassles, because they seemed too overwhelming, and he had to devote every second to sculpting himself, even when he had not even a fraction of energy left in him?
Every day, every second, every minute, this was his duty, his life to live.
Just as Jacob was about to close the book, he stopped, and as a story has its many branching paths, he had options to take with his thoughts.
Because he moved slower, did he have the opportunity to absorb every detail in an environment and interaction, every vital inclination of a person's true being?
Yes.
Did his appearance in contrast to his personable and philosophical self allow him to demolish stereotypes about those who had disabilities?
He did so every day.
Did his need for physicality and the way he viewed the world allow him to impact others?
Always.
If every movement was a challenge, didn't conquering each challenge give him a reason to live, to encourage others to do the same, and to break their own barriers and push past their own biases?
The world, for all its coarseness, needed people like him, everyone, to rise to the occasion, and stand tall to see a brighter dawn, even if that dawn was intermittently obscured by storms.
Jacob worked for the longest time, bringing himself back to prime condition, and best of all, he didn't even have to wear a costume while reviving his spirit, willpower, wherewithal, and conviction was all that was necessary.
OOC: While I'm contributing to my character development with this blog post and looking at the world through his eyes here, much of this is a deeply personal commentary of my real-world lessons learned as a college student living with cerebral palsy.
It isn't easy, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
We all have our adversities, but we should all cherish each other for them, and spread unity.
Keep spreading light guys, both fictionally and nonfictionally.
Swaths of students were arrayed in the dojo's many halls in the outer forest regions of Chicago, practicing everything from Japanese kata drills to neoshamanistic mindfulness cognition techniques, in an effort to gain greater clarity.
The grounds were protected by sigils, enchanted wards, and a veritable armada of sensors and deterrents around the campus.
The Sage, as Jacob was now known, took in many students from all over who were seeking respite and a solution to their issues, whether it was drugs, poverty, or any matter really, trained them based on their preferred school of thought while opening their minds to others, and as their stay was voluntary, sent them on their way with the tools and resources they needed to succeed in their own lives.
At first, the gaining of students had been a slow trickle by word of mouth, and while not large, had grown to a moderate size, and was steadily climbing in numbers.
No one knew who The Sage really was because he obscured his appearance with a chi aura and his cloak, a Night Warden suit which had been programmed to take that configuration by restructuring the liquid lattices of it, it had all the advantages of its normal configuration despite its new look.
Jacob ran the academy during the day, Chase Conglomerates was in the good hands of Horatia Warthen for now, though Jacob knew he would have to reclaim his company someday.
At night, The Sage terrified the Chicago mob, and word was growing about the hooded figure who was even more terrifying then Night Warden, not because he relied on intimidation through disposition, but due to his deliberate calm, even trancelike state with which he would carry out his missions, nothing seemed to rattle him, or if it did, he didn't show it.
The Sage fought peacefully but unrelentingly, his cleaving through the criminal underworld, using both esoteric and mechanical means would severely cripple the underbelly of the city, and, as he blanketed an entire arms deal in shadow through an energy technique, he took an entire coalition of crooks into incapacity, and when the mist cleared as the police rushed to the scene, they saw in inky black smoke before it vanished, "Tell all who commit crimes in this city, The Sage Will Strike!"
As chilling laughter was heard from far away, The Sage perched on a ledge, knowing the eerie chuckle he made would unsettle all who heard it, and The Sage's phrase was printed on the Chicago Tribune's front page soon after.
The Sage would strike at the heart of injustice while nurturing the light of those who sought to empower themselves in these troubled times.
Initially a soldier serving many campaigns throughout the darkest of wars and serving as the royal protector of dynasties of royal families far and wide, high society gentleman Jacob Chase dedicated his life to slaying all manner of evil and occult creatures after his wife was possessed by a demon and killed first herself, then his children before his very eyes.
Before she died, however, the demon cursed Jacob with a gift, absorb the very traits, both the advantages and drawbacks of every monster he fought, he was destined to become like the very abominations that were his sworn enemies.
So, for example, he has become adept at a mastery of the shadows like a vampire but is vulnerable to sunlight, though he has crafted his clothes with reflective fabrics to compensate, or though he has a lycanthropic form, can be harmed by silver, etc.
In slaughtering thousands of creatures but unable to deal with the shadows consuming him, Jacob wished to end his life, but was found by a church of nuns and an abbot, a sacred order dedicated to slaying monsters and the foulest of criminals being brought to justice.
The order turned him into their champion, training his mind and body to perfection, and granting him a vast fortune, which Jacob turned into a life as a swashbuckling patrician hiding a fervent hunter's fury.
Supplying the world with the latest in security from the creatures that lurk in the depths of mankind, by day, Jacob is a bounty hunter and wealthy aristocrat, the head of Chase Security Services, arrester of both man and beast, but by night, he wards the horrors of this world away as the Night Warden.
He has enhanced physical stats, an array of high-tech weaponry, as well as magic and skill, his outfit is fortified against conventional and mystical means.
He struggles with his bestial sides, but has gotten adept at keeping them in check.
On this world, Jacob's base is called the Cathedral, underneath the church whose occupants saved his life, and supply him with the goings on of the underworld.
Jacob Edmund Chase, The Night Warden, formerly The Sabreur
Base: Mobile
Jacob's background is quite similar to his CVU version, but with some key alterations to his history that take Jacob in a much darker direction.
As his father was killed in Vietnam, Jacob did not have a guiding moral compass that shaped him, and though he did rise through the ranks as in the CVU, he was corrupt the whole way.
His mother shunned her convict son, and was killed during a break-in to her Chicago home.
Thusly, Chase Conglomerates never came to be.
After being put in prison for his corruption, he trained to brawl dirty, using jailhouse street fighting and police tactics to kill the other candidates for Project Night Warden, and so he was chosen not by merit, but by default.
While his missions, black-ops training and soldier days went much the same as in the CVU, in the CVNU he spent more time in South America, learning how to wield the bow from such groups as the Peruvian Army, and during his time in India, learned cross-bowing from the Indian Navy.
This proficiency in archery caught the attention of Aaron Kenway, the sharpshooter extraordinaire who was a friend of Harry Ashworth.
Subsequently, Aaron helped Jacob clear his name, destroying Project Night Warden and taking Jacob under his wing to become an even more highly intelligent strategist, bowyer, technologist, martial artist, and antihero.
Jacob knew that he could make a difference, he felt he had to by any means necessary, however, any without the guidance Jacob received from his many teachers as in the CVU, Jacob killed so many criminals that he and Aaron had a falling out, then reconciled.
Using the comfortable fortune amassed from his mercenary days, through criminal contacts, and through his reconciliation with Aaron over time, Jacob founded his own independent agency as a security contractor.
Jacob serves as a private investigator, hitman, and bodyguard, traveling around the nation on a high-tech motorcycle created by Harry Ashworth for him, with high-speed engines, weapons systems, armor, and cloaking, to name a few specifications.
Jacob's Night Warden suit has the same traits as his CVU version, but is much lighter to account for acrobatics and arrow-holders, and is more akin to a plated jacket than an armor.
This version of Jacob also isn't afraid to use lethal force, but does not have the same only kill when necessary code as the CVU version, and uses barbed trick arrows that dig into the skin, poison gas arrows, serrating net arrows, boot knives, incendiary and electric arrows that fry to a crisp, grenades, guns, among many other arrow types, weapons, and flechettes contained in his quiver or suit containers.
His bow has the ability to turn into batons, a bo-staff, or a katana, and has different sights.
Rather than use a helmet as in the CVU, Jacob has goggle lenses and a HUD built into his hood that reaches many wavelengths.
Jacob is a vicious fighter, using improvisationalism, below the belt roughhousing, and no holds barred proclivities to win, though he does employ a methodical approach throughout his quick thinking.
On a hit job, Jacob met Horatia Warthen, and rather than kill her, they fell in love, becoming partners.
In the CVNU, though they tried to have kids like in the CVU, they failed.
Horatia is the only love that Jacob has had, unlike Jacob's wives and children in the CVU.
Jacob does have a sense of duty and honor, he does not kill certain targets if they redeem themselves, but they only get one chance to from him.
Jacob also believes firmly in protecting innocents and children, and will show no mercy if they are harmed.
As the years passed however, this universe's Jacob further struck out on his own, traveling the country and adopting a much more heroic code of conduct.
He is now a single, solo, hard-traveling hero, incorporating his security firm into ChaseCorp, his newly founded multinational corporation that is ethical, and he did away with the seedy wetworks and contract killing of his past.
He was also a senator of Chicago for a time before returning to his role as a redeemed businessman.
After studying at an ashram, Jacob has found inner peace, and has become a more calm, but fierce living weapon.
After this, he discovered he was really the WW2 super soldier The Sabreur and was implanted with many of his modern day memories by the government, and was also a member of the Justice Alliance.
He was given a rejuvenation formula after being wounded on the battlefield that stopped his aging and further enhanced his physical attributes.
After thawing in the modern day and finding his former lover from the war Apex, he now fights for freedom with a partner by his side.
Jacob had used his probation, as Julius had recommended upon wiping away his crimes and trial in exchange for his work for them, to go about his superheroics in a legal way.
It was time, as his most recent events from the satellite failure to the trial had shown him, to be the symbol that he could be, and not the one his darkness had blinded him into becoming, he would achieve balance through both darkness and light, and just as the night sky could lighten or darken, so could he.
Jacob had straightaway sought to become deputized by the Chicago Police and after surmounting their initial reservations, they reinstated his police status in the form of him being a freelance consultant and tactical advisor to them, and upon returning to fighting crime, while criminals said he was just one man, he defied them and struck great fear into them still, but rather than overly brutalizing them, he pushed them just hard enough so that they broke, but that his actions wouldn't break the system.
While he still worked alone, though he made more efforts to expand his circle gradually, on certain occasions when the police were in need of his unique brand of aid, instead of one man, he was ten or twenty, as he led police units along, and not only was his terror waiting in the shadows to criminals, but a comforting hand to those who needed help, or the unifying words of a fellow human being towards those who needed empowering.
Not only did he stop corruption outwardly, but he helped reduce a great deal of vice inside the department as well, as his prior experience being an honest officer in a litany of corrupt cops when he was on the force made him keen on these matters, though he knew some level of the underworld would always remain within the duplicitous sides of the Chicago Police Department, and in the many sordid affairs of departments nationwide.
Instead of leaving scars from his badge blades, the criminals he fought were pinned so precisely by his projectiles that not only did they immobilize criminals till the authorities arrived, but left the culprits without a scratch, and evidence pinned inside of its containers before the crates of guns or drugs could be sold.
He was also working towards becoming a potential freelance member of STRIKE as well, and while Jacob really didn't fully trust the system, he knew that change often came from within, federally, within himself, and in a city of bright shadows.
His company was slowly recovering from its previous errors, and he was assisting others as much as he could, but buried deep within his psyche was the struggle raging inside of him, and he wondered how long he could keep hope shining, before he sunk into his mental abyss, and posttraumatic regressions consumed him once more.
Emmett was trained to be a master combatant and mental master from the time he was young by his parents, and his aptitude for strategy is nearly unparalleled, he is skilled enough to run through every major and minor war virtually, and make moves that his opponents would never predict.
As he is a child prodigy, his brain is said to think more strategically than every major military mind historically that has lived thus far.
He is a mutant, an umbrakinetic technopath.
Inspired by his father's military service, he served in many conflicts as a sergeant major, rising through the ranks at an unprecedented rate.
On one such occasion of warfare, his entire battalion was ambushed and slaughtered, as he lay beneath the bodies of his friends for hours, suddenly he sprung back to life and butchered every single enemy he came across.
The burning extremist camp survivors said it was like an apparition or ghost come back from the grave.
In fact, a vision of the Grim Reaper was exactly what he saw right before he regained consciousness, so that is the moniker he adopted, an apparition to hunt the criminals of Chicago.
His father is still trying to steer him on the no killing path, but because of his passion, possibly inherited from his mother, he will not hesitate to take criminals lives but will still go out of his way to protect innocents.
His costume has much of the same functions as his parents, but his cybernetics are more brutal and fit with him thematically like scythes, blades, sickles, and knife launchers, obscuring fog, banshee-like sonics, and skull-shaped explosives.
He also studied occult magic from Enrico, and will often use such means and artifacts to terrify and curse his foes.
His preferred lethal tactics have involved impalement and decapitation.
As a skilled orator in his civilian persona, he is altruistic and still believes in the greater good, and believes that he can still serve mankind.
He has used such means to better the world, and his fiery passion as a crime fighter makes its way into his speeches as a senator, often rousing crowds and changing minds.
He is known as a definitive positive force in Chicago and has since become a renowned senator.
His time on the political stage recently has mellowed his lethal tactics slightly, and he has given some criminals a chance to live if they renounce their life of crime, killing the ones that do not correct themselves.
The mob is a personal favorite target of his wrath.
A condensed version of his bio and abilities is as follows:
The second child of Horatia Warthen with Jacob Chase, and just as much a prodigy, though with a different set of skills. While he had many of the same abilities most of them focused on a much broader cause and effect. He had joined the military as early as possible, and due to the fact he had already easily obtained multiple masters degrees for various things including psychology and business administration. It wasn't long before he became an officer and rose ranks. Recently coming out of military service to instead, and became the political representative of Chicago.
Skills/abilities:
Genius IQ and Strategic mastermind:
Part of what got him into a military officer's position so easily is the fact that strategy comes extremely easily to Emmett. His ability to detect flaws in one and correct them, along with figure out plans that are not only already hard enough to beat but may also be very much able to adapt to the situation made him a person you rather wouldn't face if you had to beat him with equal forces.
And with the added part of becoming a politician, Emmett's verbal acrobatics aren't too much to frown at either.
Multilingual:
Emmett is fluent in several languages without utilizing his cybernetic implants, especially relating to his job and as a representative of Chicago, he is very capable in Spanish, Polish, Arabic, Tagalog, and Chinese, among many others.
Combat:
Trained as a child by his parents, Emmett is a master in multiple forms of martial arts and combat. And due to his military experience, he is also even more used to military weaponry and tactics. While he does not practice this actively as much he is far beyond any average combatant in terms of skill and instinct.
Battle Precognition:
Emmett is capable of a virtual battle precognition. This functions much like running every possible scenario and the closer to the actual event it narrows it down significantly, potentially he could decipher which one will happen far before it does, but it is just more difficult.
Cybernetic implants:
Emmett has cybernetic implants on his eyes, spine, and limbs, which allow him to alter airwaves as well as allow him various forms of technopathy. These implants also maximize his senses and increase his physical stats somewhat, although primarily focusing on allowing her to run faster, jump higher, take greater impact when landing on her feet, hands, or back, and increase his speed, more than they do his strength.
Umbrakinetic:
Very unlike his sisters, Emmett's mutant umbrakinetic abilities are very attention and actively effective based. While he is able to detect things in shadow and which cast shadows, he is also able to generate umbrakinetic constructs which greatly reduce the energy of anything they come into contact with. From a technical standpoint, these constructs are entirely immaterial, they reduce and eliminate energy not block matter or energy. This means it wouldn't matter how sharp something was it'd still be halted. His constructs, however, are either short-lived or are only simplistic, otherwise, they require an immense amount of attention to keep working.
*Parts of this may be considered non-canon due to the shifting nature of Jacob's actions in the CVU, especially where relationships are considered.
This also applies to my Beyond blog of Jacob's future son.
Age: 68
Jacob Chase is now a global icon, a patron saint of sorts for law enforcement everywhere, with many followers of his legend having appeared across the globe.
He is now at the pinnacle of his crime fighting efficiency, even compared to his younger days thanks to his enhancements, and a wise mentor to generations of crimefighters, now preferring to take a more humanitarian approach and step back more from active superheroing to focus on his job as the CEO of Chase Conglomerates. He donates to fund the foundation of many superteams, contributes to political diplomacy, and takes action towards many fields of life to ensure a brighter future for all.
He will still go on patrol at times but has mostly left his mantle to his children and wife Horatia.
Jacob is still haunted by the ghosts of his past but has kept to the darkness and light inside of him at bay, although it took time for him to find peace, and become the inspirational figure he has become, partially due to his family and friends.
As the job has taken its toll on him, he prefers to use drones and a powered exosuit to fight villains, his fighting style is even faster than before, as he does not prefer to prolong combat as he may have in his younger days, and just wants to end fights as quickly as possible, so his body doesn't have to undergo more of the already massive amounts of wear and tear it has already undergone.
He is a master tactician and polymath, as well as multilingual and eidetic.
He still keeps up a rigorous training regimen despite his age and due to his enhancements, he is a true force of nature.
His suit upholds the myth that he is a spirit of justice, and even though once his identity was exposed, the new generation of the future doesn't know what to believe.
Many believe he is an entire army or a deity of Chicago.
Tech that supports this falsity includes but is not limited to, an army of lifelike duplicate Night Warden armors, fear gas, bionics that can induce hypnosis or illusions, invisibility on the suit, psychotropic bullets, holograms, gravitational fields that may purport flight, teleportation, and various other gadgetry that keeps up this illusion.
The circuitry on the suit allows for further miraculous feats like running up walls, having seemingly impossible accuracy, and moving as a blur, among many more inhuman instances.
The equipment he carries built into the suit is photonic nightsticks, compartments of utility for every corner of his suit, forensic devices, various guns, projectile launchers, and a litany of other aspects of his arsenal.
Now and forever, there will always be a Night Warden to protect the world.
He has received enhancements from Enrico Warthen, which are as follows:
Strength/speed:
Horatia and Jacob's strength and speed were increased to around twice that of a human's potential. This allows them to bench press two tons, run at a speed of 80 mph and can punch with over 4,500 pounds which is more than two tons of force.
Agility: Due to enhancements in the ligaments, joints, and general elasticity of thinks required for a moment. They have obtained a significant advantage which combines their strength, speed, and flexibility to create incredible feats of agility that are hard enough for professionals much less people verging on being legally senior citizens.
Durability: Like with their other aspects they have increased durability, particularly to environmental changes. Allowing them to be relatively unaffected by extreme colds, and only somewhat affected by extreme heats. They do in fact make it rather difficult for someone to cut them, and have the potential to even grab the sharp part of a professional blade and not lose their fingers in the process. Likewise, the entirety of their bodies both inside and out are far more durable than a human. Their resistance to sonic assaults, electricity, and pressure points are particularly notable.
Healing/survivability: Arguably the most increased of all the enhancements he made. Although they heal at a rate that is approximately four to five times the peak human rate without any other help, the crazy part is that they are able to survive even some of the harshest of wounds. This may be due to the durability of their bodies allowing it to take much less damage. However, whatever the reason may be, this has consistently rejuvenated them keeping them appearing far from the ages they are now with only minor changes able to be seen as time goes on.
This also has given them an incredible resistance to poisons and any long term effects of deprivation from something like oxygen or sustenance.
Neurological speed:
Primarily in the brain and senses, including the control of senses, they have significantly increased nerve speed. Able to casually think maybe ten times as fast as a normal person without putting much effort into it. Not only does this make it hard to catch them by surprise, it means they typically experience a longer amount of learning time than another person in the same situation.
Emergency: In the case of an emergency, something where they very nearly actually die, Enrico has a temporary enhancement inside them available which will set off if the person so chooses or are about to legitimately die. This causes the regenerative rate to increase allowing them to heal limbs in a maximum of 15 seconds, increases their speed and strength to ten times that of peak human, brain speed to 30 times as fast, and increases the durability of the skin and any pain to even resist typical ammunition fire and extreme resistance to drugs and electrical assaults.
Unfortunately, this cannot occur regularly, and it only happens for so long. If they use it they may experience severe side effects afterward like extreme exhaustion or pain. And they'd only be able to use it again perhaps after weeks of recovery or even nearly two months.
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