Pariah

Name: Pariah
Location: Reach City
Tier: (1)Street
Affiliation: Hero
Team: Aegis


Background:

"Good night and welcome citizens of Reach. I am Debra May with Reach Public News, and I am here in front of a house in the neighborhood of Serfberg, where police have been reporting is the home of the notorious 'Kocha Killer.' When I asked police chief, Reginald DeLuca why he hasn't entered the building he replied 'not only is there the possibility of an array of traps in the building; but neighbors have informed us that there is a young hostage in the building as well.' from what I can see here, it might be a long night in Serfberg."



Amar leaned back into his couch and sipped on a frost encrusted beer bottle "There's evidently a hostage now huh?" he drained the bottle and burped "Hey, guess what Kishan!" he shouted, trying his best to shout over the sirens and yelling outside.

"What?" bellowed a voice from inside the nearby bathroom

"According to the police there's a hostage now, and the house is booby trapped."

The toilet in the bathroom growled and a tall tanned man walked out of the bathroom scratching his curly black hair "Hehe, really? Who would have thought?" Kishan fell into the sofa that laid next to Amar's couch and popped open a beer "I wonder what they'll do now?"

"We've given you enough time, now get out peacefully or we'll come in for you!" Chief Reginald's voice burst into the air and into the nearby homes "You've killed quite a lot of officers and their family members; I can't promise that you'll come out alive if I send my men in."

Amar turned to Kishan with faux-sternness on his face "He sounds serious bro. What do you thinks gonna' happen now?"

Chaos answered Amar as the windows of the house shattered followed by the crash of the front door being rammed open. Officers dressed in black S.W.A.T suits flooded the house and swarmed around Kishan. One officer grabbed Kishan, who put up no resistance and pinned him to the ground next to a puddle of spilled beer. More officers crowded around Amar, who had begun to drink a new bottle of beer as he watched the chaos ensue in front of him.

"Are you o.k son?" asked an officer beneath a faceguard.

"Shouldn't have spilled his beer." replied Aram. He looked at his brother who brandished a gleeful grin on his beer soaked face "But yeah, I'm o.k."


Personality:

"So. Tell me, how long have you known that your brother was the Kocha Killer?" Detective Hilde inspected the spiky haired youth that sat slouched in front of her. Handsome, tanned skin, slackers charisma, smart mouth with a brain to match; if he was ten years older they'd be sitting in a restaurant not her desk.

Amar sighed and glanced at the clock that hung at the end of the police station "I think his first one was on the week of my tenth birthday. I think."

Det.Hilde sat up and furrowed her brows "Your tenth birthday?" she waited for Amar to react to her question in vain "Are you trying to tell me he's been killing and torturing people for eight years? Undetected?"

"The torturing came first. He only started killing a year later."

Amar's nonchalant attitude baffled the Detective to the point of uneasiness, but she hid her feelings and continued "Why didn't you report him to anyone; did he threaten you or anything?"

He licked his lips, sipped a glass of water and spoke in his monotone drone "He's the only person I have. Besides, who was I going to tell; our druggie parents?"

A wave of shouts and camera snaps floated into the station trailing Chief. Deluca as he hurried in the direction of his office. Before he opened his office door he turned to the mob of reporters and dismissed them with overt relief; he then turned to his officers and shouted "Hilde get in here now!"


A Detested Body: Body, Superior 2 (2)+Immunity:Radiation 1 (3)+Immunity:Poison 1 (4)

 Det.Hilde followed Chief Deluca into his office and closed the door behind her not bothering to sit as her commander did "Yes sir?"

 "What do you think of the kid?" asked the Chief wiping his face with his hands while he spoke.

 Det.Hilde shifted her weight and stood in silence for a while, then spoke "He's exactly what you'd expect from a kid raised by Ichor-addicts and a murderous sociopath. Detached, possibly depressed. He is smart though."

 "Sounds like you feel sorry for the kid detective." replied the police chief as he poured a glass of water.

 "I see potential in him sir. Many cops here have histories like his. We could send him to the Knoxx School for Boys; they'd clean him up real good." her eyes were filled energy as she tried to make her case, each world filled with sympathetic drive.

 The clock in the room counted the time as the two officers looked at each other. DeLuca sipped his water and pulled out a file from his desk "The law says Knoxx Academy can't take in convicted felons. Amar did a six month stint in prison after he was caught assaulting a group of kids. Nearly paralyzed one." he sipped his water and continued "But you're right. He does have potential."

 "So what are you planning on doing? Charge him with accessory to murder and make prison fix him up?" Det.Hilde's voice elevated slightly as she held back her emotions "We both know what will happen."

 Chief DeLuca chuckled "No Hilde. I have something else in mind. Have you heard of the Squad G project AEGIS initiated?" Hilde shook her head "Well it's a gr-"

A loud string of crashes and cracks exploded from outside the office interrupting the conversation. Both officers exited the office and entered a station filled with broken furniture and groaning officers. In the middle was Aram standing across from an officer with violet electricity on his hands.

 "Your sick brother killed my partner and his family! You could have stopped him you little fucker!" the officer launched a flurry of energy coated punches as Amar. The first punch struck his shoulder moving him slightly. The second punch was caught in his fist and the third hit him in the face sending an echo through the room.The officer shouted and a burst of energy surged through his body and stuck Aram.

Flinching slightly, Aram headbutted the officer sending him toppling to the ground. Aram looked at Det.Hilde and Chief DeLuca and took a seat in one of the surviving chairs.

 Det.Hilde turned to DeLuca and smiled. DeLuca caught the grin in the corner of his eye and shook his head "I'm calling AEGIS before this kid destroys the entire station."


A Rejected Body: Regeneration, Superior 4 (8)

AEGIS Headquarters, One Week Later

"Here it is kid. The male Squad G dorms." Det.Hilde stopped in front of the door branded with a large 'G' on it "Don't cause too much trouble." she shook Aram's hand and smiled "And try not to be a dick." she let go of his hand and walked off leaving Aram at the closed door.

Aram watched as the detective walked away and then turned to the door. Without hesitating he opened it and walked in lugging his suitcase in with him. Before he could close the door and walk into the immense room, a nasally voice exclaimed from one of the many beds within the room.

"It's him guys! Aram Singh." as if the statement was a command, a mob surrounded Amar throwing out questions and observations.

"Is it true that your brother ate people!?"

"Are your parents really buried in your basement!?"

"Did you help him kill anybody?"

Amidst the chaos a tall young man with golden skin and silver hair pushed through the crowd "WILL YOU ALL SHUT UP!" he bellowed inflicting the room with silence. He approached Amar and devoured him with his eyes, taking in every detail, "So, you are the brother of the Kocha Killer. Is that why you're here? Because your brother is some big time murderer?"

Aram silently listened to the mans deep, rumbling voice silently. His face wore no emotion and his chest barely moved as he breathed "What does it matter? What ever the reason, it was good enough to get me sent here with you 'Goldy'."

The golden man furrowed his brows and clenched his fist at Amar's response "You're not wrong. But remember this, everyone in here was sent here because we were deemed unfit for normal AEGIS population. This is the wolves den Amar; and I'm the alpha male." he finished speaking and folded his arms making himself seem even bigger.

"Then I guess I better keep my distance." replied Amar as he walked through the crowd, away from the young man "I have a dog allergy. And mongrels make me very sick. Thanks for the heads up; Fido"

 The golden man's face ignited with rage and every muscle on his golden body tensed and twisted. With one movement he charged off from where he was standing towards Aram and shouldered him with enough force to send Aram hurtling into a steel wall creating a crater in the metal.

The man's body started to glow and steam as he watched Aram slowly get up. He spat on the ground and slowly started walking to Aram "My name is Byron, codename Vulcan, you little shit!" he ripped of his shirt and continued "Allow me to drill it onto your skull." he threw a punch at Aram which was caught with swift ease.

"That hurt you son of a bitch. Get it? Cause' you're a dog?" the sounds of healing bones crackled in the air as the scars on his body vanished.

The Pariah: Transform+Ranged,Multi-Attack, Superior 4+1+1  (14)

Aram tightened his grip on the massive fist within his hand and smiled. Once again the sound of cracking bone leaked from his body. First it happened slowly then the change snapped to completion. In place of Aram's normally proportioned arm, there was a huge meaty limb that dwarfed even Byron's. With a turn of the arm Byron was sent flying to the other side of the room, landing with a loud crash.

Aram walked in Byron's direction slowly, his arm shrinking down to normal size; with each step the muscles within the arm bubbled and rippled. Byron jumped up and bellowed at the top of his lungs. Both of his arms became rigid and glossy and once again he charged at Aram. This time Aram jumped over him, landed on his feet and turned to the massive wall that was Byron's back.

"I always hated people like you. You have a big mouth to distract from your lack of a spine. You're a leech, a parasite that needs other people in order for you to feel significant. Most of the wastes of sperm in here are no better. I'm not fond of parasites, whether it's a big leech or small tick." Spiked bones started to protrude from his arms and hands as he spoke "So fuck your wolves den and your pathetic ego." Aram's body jerked and the bones flew into Byron's back spewing thick, golden liquid that sizzled as it hit the floor.

"You little shit." growled the hulking Byron with audible fury. The bones lodged within his muscle riddled back, slowly fell out followed by streams of golden blood. Byron spun around and fired a gush of gold liquid that twisted the light around it with its immense heat, from his hands. The liquid enveloped Aram oozing and bubbling over the youths body. The crowd within the room stood in silence amidst the thick smell of burning metal as they watched the mound of liquid metal with bated breath.

With a loud crack the concrete beneath Byron burst open revealing a mass of writhing veins that ended in pointed tips. Byron's faced twisted with confusion and disgust giving the veins enough time to burrow into his flesh and slither along his body, binding him to his spot. Amar ripped his way through the golden coffin revealing his naked body littered in charred skin that slowly healed.

Amar raised his hand and another bone that ended in a pointed tip pushed through his flesh and trembled as Amar prepared to fire it at Byron. Before he could, a large hand grabbed his arm and broke the bone that was meant to strike Byron.

"I don't know what's going on here!" barked the man the arm belonged to looking while he inspected the catastrophe and the two battle scarred men. "But Lt. Taylor is waiting for you in the Squad G rec-room, I suggest you get over there before she comes for you."