Roscoe McCoy

Name: Roscoe McCoy
Location: Janus Valley
Tier: (1)Street
Affiliation: Villain
Team: Argus


Background
Officer Dennis didn't know where he was or why a dagger of pain pierced his skull. He awoke to dim lights the musky smell of wet wood and eerie silence occasionally disturbed by sighs of the wind and the creaking of old wood.

The officer tried to stand up but his arms and legs were bound to the metal chair he sat in by ropes that cut into his flesh.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you Elton." growled a whiskey bruised voice from the shadows of the building. The floor moaned beneath the steps of the speaker introducing him as he stepped from the shadows to reveal a tall man in a shadowy tuxedo. The dim light caressed his inky black hair and metallic skin that matched it.

Officer Dennis' green eyes widen before the visage that appeared before him. His limbs started to tremble and his tongue shivered between his teeth "M-McCoy. I heard that yo-you." the words clung on to his lips, unwilling to be uttered.

"Were dead?" finished the imposing figure "Not quite. Coincidentally, I came to ask you about my supposed dirt nap. squawk on the street is that you had something to do with it."

The floor moaned again as he walked closer to the officer, slowly taking out a knife as he did so.Officer Dennis struggled in his chair and then screamed in agony while smoke rose from his wrists and ankles

"Silver laced ropes officer. Now I know you ain't no flat-tire Elton; a big-shot detective like you can't be the fall guy for my 'murder', you're way to smart for that." he flicked the knife with a finger sending a dull ring into the air "So who issued the hit on my noggin?"

Elton watched the knife unceasingly while the smell of his burning flesh crawled up his nose "I don't know Roscoe, there's a lot of people who wanted you bumped off."

"Yeah, but who had the balls to do it!" he plunged the knife into one of Elton's hands sending smoke, blood and agony into the air "Tell me!"

"Dusty might know somethin' about it." yelped Elton "I heard him talking to some hitman a few days before they merc'd you!"

Roscoe pulled the knife from the officers hand and walked away from him towards the door to the building "Thanks El." without looking he threw the knife behind him and it sliced through the air and lodged itself into Elton's skull with a gruesome thud.


Personality
Roscoe stood in a puddle of blood that escaped the limp body tied on the side of a rusted fence. In his mouth was a lit cigar exhaling its flavored breath into the thick air of Janus Valley "Now lets do this again Dusty." sighed Roscoe, the neon light of the smoke shop slinked down the alley he stood in and wrapped around his body hiding his face as he spoke "Who ordered the hit?"

Tears and blood soiled by dirt, rolled down Dusty's bruised face. His cheeks twitched beneath his pain as he spoke "I don't kno-"

Roscoe reached for the handle of a fire-ax that leaned against his leg, gripped it and then swung it, severing Dusty's left arm from the rest of his body "Next will be your trigger hand."

"That was my trigger hand!" bellowed Dusty, blood oozing from his wound. He watched Roscoe pour whiskey on the side of the ax and light it with a match "Oh shit" he wept as he watched Roscoe place the blazing ax unto his bloody stub. The last thing he heard was his own screams before darkness filled his mind.

When Dusty woke up his lips were more generous "Councilman Brooks paid for the hit. He's a benefactor of the Risque crime family, the same family that you're boss off'ed six months before your..... incident."

Roscoe stepped nearer to the battered man and exhaled a stream of smoke into his face "Who did he hire?"

The plip plop of Dusty's blood hurtling to the floor marked the time it took Dusty to muster up the answer, an answer that gripped his tongue for dear life "I-i-it was."

"Spit it out you son of a bitch!"

Roscoe's outburst startled Dusty loosening the answer's grip "The Conspiracist! It was the Conspiracist."

"Bull fucking shit!" roared Roscoe from trembling lips "That spiv was dead long before I was attacked. I saw him go down with my own two eyes!"

"Are you really surprised McCoy? After all, you're supposed to be a corpse yerself aintchya?" he watched Roscoe pace the alley, his inky black skin merging with the darkness "How did you survive?"

The sound of Roscoe's shoes marching along the filth adorned ground slowed and then stopped "Doesn't matter now. Who else did the Councilman order a hit on?"

"A few dozen triggermen, none as big-time as you.......Oh, and your boss."

The ax in Roscoe's hand shuddered and rippled and then turned into a hand gun. Roscoe looked at Dusty's body and spat on the ground.

"Do it McCo-" the roar of gunfire echoed into the night almost as if signalling to Janus Valley of the imminent calamity brewing within it.

As Sharp An Arrow And Just As Deadly: Detective, Standard2 (2)
As if burdened by the turmoil within Roscoe's heart, Janus Valley wept. Drops of water fell from the sky and mingled with the grime that slept on Janus Valley's old streets. The smell of wet sin and humidity haunted the air along with the dull whispers of music leaking from the countless clubs within Reach City's "Valley of Sin." Inside one of these countless clubs sat Roscoe, sitting alone at a small table with a bottle of bourbon and a lit cigar. Silently he sat; paying no attention to the gyrating bodies around him or the jazz that caressed the clubs smokey atmosphere.

After sitting for the better half of a thirty minutes and more than half of his liquor, Roscoe was approached by a tall bald man in a suit.

"Hello Mr.McCoy." the mans voice trembled as the words fell out of his mouth "Mr.Artemis will see you now; f-follow me." Roscoe stood up and followed the nervous man leaving a trail of smoke behind him. The two men walked to the back of the club, up a short flight of stairs and into a thick metal door.

As Roscoe passed through the door bright lights hit his coal black skin and glistened across his oily hair. He continued to follow the man down the marbled hallway and into a large room. As the two men entered the room the door was closed behind them.

Before Roscoe could get a word out, a tall pale man with smooth skin and white hair, grasped his hand and shook it "As I leave and breath. I must say Roscoe, after what I heard what the Hounds did to you; I'm curious to know how you got out alive." the man spoke briskly and calmly, keeping his eyes on Roscoe as he did so.

"I didn't." replied Roscoe coolly watching the man as he released his hand and waved the bald guard away.

Mr.Artemis turned around and walked over to a large leather chair that sat behind an amber colored desk "That would explain the change is skin color I guess. Never thought you'd choose to be a zombie.

Roscoe watched the white haired pierce his lips with a cigar, his suit rippling as his muscles moved beneath them "I'm not a zombie Xavier."

"Still no sense of humor even after nearly dying." he lit the cigarette and breathed in causing the end of it to glow. Streams of smoke feel from his nose as he continued to speak "Why are you here? Surely not to catch up."

"What do you know about the night I was attacked?" Roscoe didn't hesitate or reveal any emotion as he spoke. His gaze stayed honed on the calm face of Xavier, waiting for an answer.

Xavier exhaled a puff of smoke and placed his cigarette in an ashtray "The Easter Execution? All I know is that I lost a lot of friends that night. Jack, Alma, Vincent, Lex. A lot of people died that night. Only Niko got out alive.....and you of course. The Hounds really did a number on us that night."

"What else do you know?

"What else am I supposed to know?" Xavier's eyes narrowed but still kept their calm continence "What do you want Roscoe?"

Roscoe shoved his hand into his pocket, pulled out an object and threw it on the desk "What do you know?"

Xavier's eyes lowered towards the object on his desk. It was a finger with a ring on it, it's severed end still glossy from the blood. He calmly looked back up at Roscoe "Whats this?"

"A finger that used to belong to Dusty, wearing a ring that belongs to you."

"What makes you think that?" replied Xavier slightly amused.

Roscoe pointed up at the ceiling towards an elaborate emblem that matched the markings on the ring "And both Dusty and Elton lost family that night, both of which worked for you. So I'll ask again. What do you know?"

Two Heads Are Better, And All That Jazz: Ally Standard2 (4)
"Always so sharp. I do have information on what happened that night. The fact that Crawford, Dirge and the 'Conspiracist' were amongst the Hounds that night being the most interesting." he puffed on a newly lit cigarette "But of course, you already knew that didn't you?"

"How is he still alive? I watched that jabroni croak myself. And why didn't you tell anybody else he survived? If anybody knew it would have been you." Roscoe's voice rose slightly as he spoke.

"I wasn't sure if it was really him; I'm still not sure." tension leaked from the bodies of the two men, filling the room with their resolution "I needed an eye witness to the attack to be one hundred percent sure. Niko remembers nothing due to his state of mind when he fights. But you. Deep inside you are the memories of what happened" Xavier's eyes glowed behind his glasses and the sound of howling wind filled the room. After the passing of a few seconds his eyes reverted to normal and his calm mask melted away to reveal confusion "How?"

When my boss found me I was barely alive. Almost half of my body was destroyed; so he replaced my missing parts with meta-cybernetics. My brain was one of those organs that got fixed."

"Techomancy"

"Yes. Half of my brain is Meta-cybernetic, possessing a 'consciousness' of its own. It protects my mind by storing my mental functions within itself until any mental attacks are removed." Roscoe lit a cigar wedged it between his teeth "So...."

"Help me so I can help you McCoy. I can't figure everything out on my own."

"From what I can tell you've got all the info you need old friend." Roscoe's eyes glowed red behind the collective smoke in the room.

"What are you-"

Roscoe stood up and straightened his suit "The computer in my noggin' also has access to wireless networks."

"That's why you came. You son of a bitch! You weren't asking for information, you were stealing it from right under my nose!" Xavier jumped up from his seat sending cracks along the immaculate marble floor. His fury twisted his face into a savage scowl and gorged his veins with hot blood.

"Temper temper Mr.Artemis. You don't wanna make a scene in your own establishment. Wouldn't help maintain your good image now would it? I didn't come here for a fight anyway; I'm not that crazy." Roscoe turned around around causing his cigar smoke to swirls around him. I'll see you again soon; talk about the old days. Oh, the boss says hi."

Solid Like A Rock: Body, Superior2 (6)
"Shoot the bastard!" gunfire roared in the air tearing through thin metal and wood "Where the hell is he!?" shouted the voice again followed by another another round of bullets, then silence.

Two men listened to the chaos that reigned on the other side of the large metal door that led into the windowless room they were in "You think that door can keep him out?" whimpered the smaller of the men. His comb-over hovering over his glossy scalp.

"For his sake lets hope he can't." The reply came from a tall man covered in glossy gold metal. His statuesque body dwarfed the other man making him seem like a giant "Roscoe should know better than to mess with me."

The bloodshot eyes of the smaller man widened as he watched the massive door ripple and shudder as if it was made of water. Then it stopped; in the middle of the door was now a smaller one that slowly opened to reveal Roscoe.

The weaselly man whimpered as he caught a glimpse of the mangled bodies in the room behind Roscoe. He tried to speak bur nothing but "hhhhhmmmmaaa" came from his trembling lips.

"Hello Big Bohz." Roscoe walked into the room and was hit by a bronze blur. The strike sent him flying back into the other room and onto a bloody corpse that splattered into a bloody shower of fluids "Hammerstein. Good to see you too." Roscoe stood up and stretched "Strong as ever I see."

"And you learned how to take a hit. You managed to stay conscious this time." replied the giant, gold brute "But I can still crush you."


Call Me Death's Swiss Army Knife: Polymorph, Superior4 (10)
Roscoe's threw off his blood covered jacket and loosened his tie. His eyes glowed crimson and his white teeth pushed apart his black lips "Bring it on big boy. Roscoe ain't no pansy." he pulled a gun from the hand of a nearby body and turned it into a Magnum 500 "And I didn't come here to die."

Without hesitation Hammerstein's hand turned into a Gatling-Gun and started to vomit out hot bullets at Roscoe who by then had started to run around the hulking man. When he finally got behind him he fired four shots that ripped through the air with a deafening roar. Hammerstein spun around and was met with the barrel of a revolver inches from his face.

BANG! Roscoe pulled the trigger sending Hammerstein stumbling backwards into a pile of cartons and corpses "It's gonna take more than that you little shit!" roared the cyborg as he slowly stood up.

"I had a feeling" in Roscoe's hands were two large metal pipes "Try this you schnook!" he put the two pipes together and they merged into an AA-12 shotgun.

"Roscoe you son of a bi-" the rest of Hammerstein's words were drowned out by the continuous roar of the shotguns bellows. each blast sent Hammerstein back a few inches


Jack Of All Trades: Marksman, Superior4 (14)
When the gunfire finally stopped Hammerstein's armor was riddled with holes "Mother Fucker!" the ground shuddered as Hammerstein started running towards Roscoe fire huge bullets from his arm which had turned into a large shotgun.

The ground under Roscoe rippled and he sank into it. When he reemerged he was holding a rocket launcher that launched him into the air as he fired it. The missile struck Hammerstein ripping a hole in his side and sending falling backwards with a thunderous crash. When the dust cleared Roscoe stood on top of Hammerstein with a cigar in his mouth.

"Nighty night Hammerbitch." he placed his hands on Hammerstein's chest and after a few seconds the metal bent and twisted in on itself mixing Hammerstein's screams with the sound of grinding metal.

Big Bohz began to weep as he saw his body guard howl in agony. The his weeping turned into sobs of mercy and prayers. Seemingly oblivious to the mans cries, Roscoe strode up to Big Bahz wearing his expressionless face garnished by a half smoked cigar.

He stopped right in front of the frail man and crouched down so his face was inches away from Big Bohz's. "Now." smoke erupted from his mouth "Tell me where the fucking Conspiracist is!"