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| <PROJECT A database>C:/Databases/STUDENT/PRIVATE (STORED2.1.12) = STUDENT_PROFILE |
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rerouting systems connection <character_profile accessed> AVENGERS.Systems.Data.Matrix2ServerCMD <9.1.222.0.11> C:/Databases/Students/PRIVATE <Mainframe.Client.avengerSystems> databases:/firewalls enabled <intrusion detected> data restricted <manual reboot:/failed> system access by foreign user <SYSTEM: reboot> character profile log accessed: reading Richard McHollering by ???: - "AVENGERS INITIATIVE". |

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| Registered Title: | Mr. | | Registered Name: | RICHARD McHOLLERING | | Registered Alias: | COCKY-ROACH | | Registered Age: | SEVENTEEN(17) |
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| Affiliation (1): | AVENGERS INITIATIVE | | Affiliation (2): | N/A | | Alignment: | Chaotic Neutral | | Profession: | VIGILANTE |
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| Registered Height: | FIVE FEET TEN INCHES | | Registered Build: | SHORT/LANKY | | Marital Status: | SINGLE | | Origin: | USA |
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| <academy database>C:/Databases/PROJECT_A/PRIVATE (STORED2.1.12) = PSYCHOANALYSIS |
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rerouting systems connection <psychoanalysis accessed> AVENGERS.Systems.Data.Matrix2ServerCMD <9.1.222.0.11> C:/Databases/PROJECT_A/PRIVATE <Mainframe.Client.StudentSystems> databases:/firewalls enabled <intrusion detected> data restricted <manual reboot:/failed> system access by foreign source <SYSTEM: reboot> psychoanalysis sessions accessed: reading psychoanalysis by ??? |
PART I: "BIRTH" - <div-class="content view full"> ERROR ://access= PERSONALITY
- PART I
.jpg) Look here, on this thing, I don’t know much, just as much as anyone else might know on it. I don’t know why I am what I am, or what purpose I serve. I’m fairly expendable, this isn’t even a personal opinion, ask just about anyone and you’ll get that as your answer. I’m not the biggest contributor to anything around here. For the most part I cause trouble, of course I’ve always been like this. A little annoying firebrand. And of course I still am that, why wouldn’t I be? I don’t really make friends, and I’m not important enough to make enemies. Not a very moppy person at all, either, despite the general moppy tone of this so far. Really I’m surprised I’m kept around by anyone at all, I guess certain people don’t know when to cut someone off. I’m glad for that weakness, I sure am.
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- PART II: "POWERS"
 About my powers, my little roachie aspects. From my antennae to my feet, my skeleton and all of that underneath. I’m not human, and I’m not a mutant. No mutant gene in me, just a bit of Roach DNA I’d say. My genes, all of it, are spliced with that rotten verminous genome or a fucking roach. I can’t say I’m too bitter about it though, ever since I can remember I’ve had a ball with it. I take my curse as my biggest blessing, I suppose. I’m glad I have this ability, all of it honestly. I don’t know why I have it, why my genes are half roach half human, or whatever the ratio is, or who even spliced my genes to begin with. If I met them I’d shake their hand and give them head.
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- PART III: TEMPER
I can be, for lack of a better term, explosive, angry, hateful. Whatever. I overreact, apparently, to just about anything. I don't see it as that, I see it as me responding to some bullshit that I don't think is right. Like, I'll get up in someones face if they fuck with my friends, or creep on them or whatever. In that respect I'm fucking crazy. I'll lose my shit and kill a man for cutting me off in line at Golden Corral... That's a joke, I'm not serious. I'm not a murderer, not really one at least. Maybe I killed some people on accident or whatever, but I'm not like that. I'm not a fucking monster, well I guess I kind of am. The effect I have on those around me, I doubt I'm a good influence, my presence and the stress I cause are going to push Dara into an early grave. I just know it. I fuck a lot things up, not on purpose a lot of the times, of course, but sometimes on purpose. Lately I've been a wreck, I keep fucking up, but keep being kept around. A fuck up who can run kind of fast and punch things kind of hard, that isn't a very marketable description. If I was in charge, not that I ever will be, I would have gotten rid of myself so fast. I cause nothing but trouble, and I hate it. I hate being kept around just because I I have to be, if I had my choice I'd fucking leave. But I feel like I'd fuck over Dara by doing so. Though I'm sure she'd forget me, she has bigger and badder things to tackle than to remember me a fucking insect, a pest, that just needs to die. Bit too dramatic, I guess, but personally I am just a burden for them. I see why Chris acts how he acts now to me, all I've done it get worse. Dara's going to be done with me, then I'll be out on my ass. Doubt Parvana, once she gets old enough, will stick around.
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- PART IV: wits end
I have reached my wits end. However small her death maybe in the grand scheme of things it was ultimately my fault. she was close to me and she got hurt as a direct result of that. something has to be done. something. as heroes we arent supposed to kill but we are supposed to look the other way when people we love are killed. ders lost his mom to this assclown and hes expected to not do anything. expected to not kill. im expected to not kill. i have this coin, her little lucky, or unlucky, coin and i keep turning it over in my hand. Maybe if it lands on head she'll come back. no thats silly, thats stupid. that cant happen, i felt her die, i felt her heart stop. i know she cannever comeback ever. something has to be done. i cant just sit around idly and let this continue. i need to get Witch Boy's attention. i dont care for bogeyman, i never met him, but i have to get rid of him he hurt ders he hurt bolt. you dont hurt my friends you dont hurt people i love and get away with that. This coin is going into Witch Boy's brain, and my fist is going into Bogeyman's heart. and i am going to take from him what he took from me. my reason.
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- PART V: thing
I've regained myself. I know now I need to do something. I need to take action. Planning does not apply anymore, planning and forethought were before. Now it is just instinct. When I kill Witch Boy I am going to devour his flesh. Two years left, two years to become a monster, become an animal, be anything but a hero. I am not a hero, not to myself, the only person I was a hero, no that I was anything to is dead. She died because of me. I see no reason to keep up what she saw in me. What she saw in me caused her to be killed. I hold her name to my heart now, and the only thing in my heart is that rage, that wrath. That hate. Ders and I are going to Hell. We are predestined for it, and my actions will further enforce that predestination. Certain people are born to be good certain people are born to be bad. Like many men before me I was made wrong, I came out a killer, first victim my mother and my family. And Witch Boy is going to be another tick mark. But, as I have often said, no one fucks with my family, my friends, or people I love. Witch Boy killed someone I loved, and someone who loved me. I am empowered by her dying breaths, as I held her close to me, weeping harder than she. Ders's mothers brains, red, pink and grey are all over the walls and floor of my apartment. Sick fuck rigged it up, I saw the wire I didn't move fast enough; inebriated. If I was sober I could've grabbed him and pulled him back, but I didn't. I let him run in there, I didn't even raise my hand to pull him back. I fell down, I failed him, I killed his mother. "Should have Been on Genosha". Why is he targetting us? I don't care, all I know is he made me bleed without making a mark. Two years left. I swear on my life, I will kill Witch Boy and devour his flesh. I will tear into his body with my gaping, sobbing wet, slobbering maw. Pulling free chunks of flesh, muscle, sinew, tendon, ripping him apart and digesting him. i hate him. I have Witch Boy. This isn't just for me, isn't just for Parvana, it's for Ders, and Ders's family, and Ders's Mom, and for Bolt. this is for everyone
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- PART VI: wits end
To Be written.
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Dara_Price She’s a force to be reckoned with for sure. Honestly scared to say much about her, because I know she can see all of this stuff. She’s a good person, a little too good personally. She has a habit of hanging onto people, lost causes, criminals, murders, me, etc., a little too much. She thinks she can change the everyone I guess? And I mean I don’t doubt her on this much. If anyone could make a rabbi eat pork it’d be her, I bet she could even get blood from a stone.
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Bolt, the Greatest Hero who Ever Lived! He is the greatest hero who ever lived. And I know it. He's the only one I've met who could kill a million men in less than a second, but won't even kill one in a hundred years. Damn. I should try to be like him, I guess. But I can't be. If someone is close to me, or any of us, they're in danger, and in that case I can't hold back. When I see Witch Boy next I won't play, I won't kid around, there will be no jokes no insults nothing. I am not as fast as Bolt, my top speed is 150 MPH, nothing close to Bolt's 1.5 Mach speeds. I can do damage, though. When I see Witch Boy I'll do what Bolt should've done and not hold back. I'll shatter my arm, reduce it to splinters and shards stabbing and cutting me up. But I doubt Witch Boy will live past that. Bolt, I'm sorry I can't follow in your example, but in this instance where I cause the peril then I need not restrain myself. Bolt, in one of his more childlike moments, made me promise him something. I will keep that promise, Bolt. You're like a little brother to me almost, very chipper, and happy. I'd hate to see you become jaded and sour, like me and Henderson. You're above us, above all of this! You're one of the few righteous people here, your actions, your very being, is pure and good. Despite that you may break a bridge, or kill a few pigeons, or some shit, you're still pure. and stay that way, man.
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Chris I know him from a while back. If time was measured in miles then I’d have known him for the equivalent of a used car. He’s been a bit off, or maybe he’s just always been like this and I’ve gotten worse. Whatever it is, he’s the first to turn on me, it seems at least, and I can’t blame him for that much. Even still I will stick up for him and put my neck out for his sake, even if he won’t do the same for me.
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Parvana Dawson Don’t talk about Parvana. If anyone touches her I’ll kill them, I don’t care how they are, or what they mean to me, if they fuck with her I’ll kill them. I swear on it. I wasn't enough. I couldn't do anything. It was my fault he targeted me, and I brought him to me and to Parvana. She had the misfortune of knowing me, the misfortune of being someone I cared about. I loved her, she was my little sister and it's that reason she died. She wasn't even supposed to be killed. She was not supposed to die. I was supposed to die, I was supposed to be killed, not her. And I'm still alive. It's fucked up how the world works, and I hate it. I know what I have to do now. I heard of this man, this vigilante he called himself The Scourge of the Underworld. He killed them, deader than the Punisher. He dressed in all white. I need to make a change, she has to be avenged. I loved you, Parvana, and I swear on it I will kill Ira and get rid of Bogeyman. She's not dead! Not anymore at least! And the dressing in all white thing, I accomplished that much, I look pretty good, if I do say so.
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Lily the DEVIL She's okay, I guess.
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Michael "Warp" Henderson He fucked me good, yes he did. Ask him yourself. Real angry and nasty, too. Nah, seriously, he's a cool guy. He's one of my friends, and the only one who plowed my ass. He's the one I most likely will turn to in order to drunkenly grieve; he's the main shoulder I cry on, I guess is what I'm saying. He's fucked with me, I've fucked with him; he's fucked my ass as well. Huehuehue. But, we're cool. I opened up to him once, show him my fucking belly, and he used that against me. It hurts when thats done to you, especially by someone whose your friend. But, I got over it, I get over his shit, it's easy to do so, he's small on the inside. Like a fucking worm. A worm with walls the size of the Empire State, and as thick as an red wood, around it, mind you. I'd trust him with my life, and just about anything else, but he's still a cunt.
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