Post by gravity on Aug 13, 2010 2:10:06 GMT -5
VIC SAGE
The Question
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name
And won't you think I'm pretty[/size]
name;; Charles "Charlie" Victor Szasz
nickname;; Vic Sage (journalist alias), The Question (vigilante name)
age;; Thirty-Six
date of birth;; Late November
gender;; Male
occupation;; Investigative Journalist, Vigilante
sexualorienation;; Unimportant (but heterosexual)
When I'm standing top the bright lit city[/size]
hair;; Naturally a very eye-catching, fiery red. Deep black when mask is in place.
eyes;; Bright blue, but this is unknown to most people.
height;; 6'1"
weight;; 162 lbs
build;; Thin. He is more lithe than he is muscular.
piercings;; None
tattoos;; None
style;;
Whether he be in costume or on the streets, Vic Sage's manner of dress is incredibly clean-cut. As a civilian, he typically wears dark or neutral-colored business suits with a trench coat, leather gloves, and a fedora. He always wears a special belt that, when triggered, releases the binary gas that simultaneously binds his mask into place and changes the color of his hair and clothes. As such, is clothing tends to have more color 'in costume', consisting of dark blues with the occasional lighter blue, yellow, or orange.
And I'll take your hand and pick you up[/size]
favorites;;
- Writing
- Investigating
- Work
- Fedoras
- Silk ties
- Reading
hates;;
- Politicians
- Men in power
- A corrupt system
- Petty cases
- Liars
strengths;;
- Independent
- Martial arts
- Genius intelligence
- Superior inquisitive mind
- Deductive reasoning
- Strength of will
weaknesses;;
- Trusts no one
- Paranoia (at least, that's what others believe)
- Rash decisions
- Gets too fixed in work
- Doesn't care about minor crimes
- Conspiracy theorist
- Isn't as noble as most heroes
quirks/habits;;
- Searches through others' trash
- Lives off coffee and take-out
- Often keeps on mask, even when alone
- Believes everything is linked together
- Puts hands in pockets a lot
- Carries around notepad and pen ALWAYS
- Studies others closely
goals/dreams;;
- To unravel the giant conspiracy
- To destroy the corruption in politics
- Wants to see a peaceful world
- To make a difference
overall personality;;
Vic Sage has always been extremely outspoken and agressive. You will hear his opinions whether you want them or not, and he will continue to poke and pry at a person or situation until he gets what he wants. This is part of the reason his became an investigative journalist. He will bring out the truth, no matter where it's hiding.
Unfortunately, he always finds the truth, and it's never pretty. Vic trusts no one because he's seen the way people are in good and bad, and he knows their ways. He's studied people long enough to know (or at least, he thinks he knows), that in the end, everyone just looks out for themselves. He's very pessimistic in this, believing that even the most noble of men (even SUPERMAN) can be corrupted by power.
Vic's alter-ego isn't very different from him. Anyone who has been in a room with The Question for more than a minute knows that he doesn't trust anyone, and have gone so far as to call him paranoid. He links anything and everything together in some way, and believes strongly in a 'grand conspiracy' happening around them. He doesn't make friends because he's sure they'll one day turn against him somehow.
The Question knows nothing about personal boundaries, or if he does, he pays no mind to them. He goes through others' things and digs into their history as much as he can, bringing their darkest secrets to the surface. He's not afraid to flaunt the knowledge, either, though he keeps the best dirt to himself, in case he may ever need it for blackmail.
Eccentric and anti-social, most choose to simply leave The Question alone.
And keep you there so you can see[/size]
father;; Unknown, deceased.
mother;; Unknown, deceased.
siblings;; N/A
relatives;; Unknown.
pets;; No.
hometown;; Hub City.
currentlyliving;; A tiny, shabby apartment building in the middle of the filthy cesspool of corruption known as Hub City.
history;;
If there were ever any information on Vic's parents, it was long ago hidden, and he never cared to search for it. He began as Charles "Charlie" Victor Szasz, a boy staying at a Catholic Orphanage since a very young age. He was known as a trouble-maker, defiantly enduring the physical abuse that he received there. Vic stubbornly pushed his way through school and college, where he studied journalism, though he never fully let go of the violent tendencies his upbringing brought.
Once he graduated, Charlie changed his name to 'Vic Sage'. He quickly became popular in the world of journalism, due to his positively fearless investigations. He always got the truth, and always wrote it, no matter how ugly. It wasn't long before he began TV appearances.
Very soon after this time, he began investigating Dr. Arby Twain. Twain was developing 'artificial skin' called Pseudoderm, meant to be used for bandages. Unfortunately, the gas used to bind pseudoderm to the skin had fatal effects when applied to an open wound. The project was supposed to be trashed, but Twain decided to sell it in third world countries, despite the discovery.
Vic used the artificial skin to cover his features, creating the faceless 'mask' he is now seen in. He brought down Twain and reported everything he'd done on live television. Vic was supposed to get rid of the mask afterward, but found it to be too useful in his investigations. Thus, 'The Question' was born.
The Question could do whatever needed to be done with no consequences, and he did. He was unlike all other heroes in the fact that he didn't care about the muggings and the thieving going on. He didn't even care about the bank robberies. His gaze was always, and still is, set on bigger targets. He aimed to bring down the corrupt system that Hub City, and the rest of the world seemed built on.
As long as you're alive and care[/size]
name;; Gravity
experience;; Close to 8 years, I think.
activity;; On almost every day.
whyyoujoined;; I adore roleplaying and I adore superheroes. Do I need more reason than that?
phrase;; The Question warns you that pluto is out for revenge.
example;;
Johnathan Ketcher. Corrupt. Investigate further. Go to office and- no. No, that wasn't right.
Vic scratched out the line he'd been writing. He blinked blearily as he wondered where the words had come from, as they had most certainly not been in his own thoughts. The office was the farthest thing from his mind right now, he had too much to do, too many men to follow to even consider that. So where did it come from?
"Sage!"
The redhead started as he heard the voice, nearly dropping the phone he'd been holding with his left hand for the past ten minutes as he scribbled down his notes with his right. He shook his head and finally set down his pen, having not realized how sore his wrist was from writing until that moment. Sitting back in his rolling chair, Vic rubbed his eyes.
"Yes, Rodor, what do you need?"
There was a pause on the other line, and he could hear the other man sighing. "You sound like hell, Vic, what've you been up to?"
"Investigating," he responded flatly. "Can't go to the office, now. Busy."
"Vic-"
He pressed the end button and tossed it over his shoulder. It ended up bouncing on his single bed before clattering to the floor. It didn't matter. Vic glanced at the window. The sun was just beginning to creep over the horizon, casting shades of pink and orange over the sky, though it almost couldn't be seen over the roofs of so many tall buildings. Was it really morning already? He hadn't been working that long had he?
Blue eyes turned to the files scattered over his desk in some system that only he could really understand. No, it didn't matter how long it had been. He still had more work to do, more to investigate. He was running out of resources here, though. Vic knew that, if he wanted to get any farther, he would have to go somewhere else.
The Watchtower.
There were too many people there, there always were. None to be trusted, but the resources... they were limitless. Reluctantly, Vic stood up, ignoring the way his stiff muscles protested. He removed the mask from his coat, placing it over his face and taking a deep breath. He flipped the switch on his belt and felt the mist of binary gas cover him, extremely familiar by now, after so many years. He didn't have to glance in the mirror, not anymore. This face was just as, if not more, familiar to him as the one he was born with.
No time to rest. There was always work to be done.
Vic scratched out the line he'd been writing. He blinked blearily as he wondered where the words had come from, as they had most certainly not been in his own thoughts. The office was the farthest thing from his mind right now, he had too much to do, too many men to follow to even consider that. So where did it come from?
"Sage!"
The redhead started as he heard the voice, nearly dropping the phone he'd been holding with his left hand for the past ten minutes as he scribbled down his notes with his right. He shook his head and finally set down his pen, having not realized how sore his wrist was from writing until that moment. Sitting back in his rolling chair, Vic rubbed his eyes.
"Yes, Rodor, what do you need?"
There was a pause on the other line, and he could hear the other man sighing. "You sound like hell, Vic, what've you been up to?"
"Investigating," he responded flatly. "Can't go to the office, now. Busy."
"Vic-"
He pressed the end button and tossed it over his shoulder. It ended up bouncing on his single bed before clattering to the floor. It didn't matter. Vic glanced at the window. The sun was just beginning to creep over the horizon, casting shades of pink and orange over the sky, though it almost couldn't be seen over the roofs of so many tall buildings. Was it really morning already? He hadn't been working that long had he?
Blue eyes turned to the files scattered over his desk in some system that only he could really understand. No, it didn't matter how long it had been. He still had more work to do, more to investigate. He was running out of resources here, though. Vic knew that, if he wanted to get any farther, he would have to go somewhere else.
The Watchtower.
There were too many people there, there always were. None to be trusted, but the resources... they were limitless. Reluctantly, Vic stood up, ignoring the way his stiff muscles protested. He removed the mask from his coat, placing it over his face and taking a deep breath. He flipped the switch on his belt and felt the mist of binary gas cover him, extremely familiar by now, after so many years. He didn't have to glance in the mirror, not anymore. This face was just as, if not more, familiar to him as the one he was born with.
No time to rest. There was always work to be done.
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