Name: Dylan
Surname: Sommers
Nick*: Killer Whale
Age: 24
Motto*: "If it slimes, kill it."
Physical build: He has an athletic build. He's 5'11, he weighs 155 pounds. Whenever his powers manifest, his arms gets scarred toward upwards towards the hands. After his powers, his hands returns to normal without any visible scars.
Face (with short and long hair):
Physical appearance (without the helmet):
Psychological profile: He has a calm demeanor most of the time. But he's also a loudmouth who isn't afraid to say what he feels. He's pretty cocky. A tendency to act rude towards others and being a show off, and he seldom displays his nicer side. He has been part of an extenuating military training regime from an early age, which focused on being as sadistic as possible. Because of that, he has adopted an unruly and aggressive behavior. And rarely, he displays an unstable behavior. He also shows evidence of a Dissociative Identity Disorder which has gone untreated since he left the military. He shows disregard for authority and he will sometimes disobey orders if he believes it’s wrong.
Background: At age 11, he was forcefully taken from his home and obligated to do an obligatory military regime by his country to face the imminent threat of an alien invasion. With an unforgiving training, he was stripped from his childhood. But he became proficient in certain skills. He then was allocated to a unit, where he served for 3 years until he went AWOL. He couldn't take much more of it. He felt like he was going to snap. Taking refuge on a big city all by himself was tough for a 14 year old. Fending off muggers, rapists and psychos was easy enough, but his age didn't make it any easier. Fight clubs were fun, especially when everyone underestimated a teenager facing a hulkling mass of muscle. It was good practice. Being part of a contraband ring had its perks. Scumbags wouldn't dare to touch him once he worked at a lower level with the mob. He made a killing out of smuggling illicit weapons through the city checkpoints. He also met a guy with whom he engaged a romantical relationship. There are no records of the other person and his whereabouts are unknown.
The mob boss kept an eye on Dylan, watching his bloody feats during contraband. He decided that his hands could terminate high-profile targets, so decided to give him an assassin job. It didn't matter if his tactics were Silent Assassin or just a deranged psychopath. As long as the marks were terminated, he was set for life with gear, money, weapons and a roof to live under. It was the best way to practice his skills. He liked it in a sick kind of way. As time went by, he slowly grew to detest normal clothing. Its blandness, its genericness. So he decided to go for a sleek and stretchier look. Whoever questioned his unique dressing style would never utter another word again. As his assassin notoriety increased, so did the people who wanted him dead. As he approached his safehouse one day, a bomb went off inside it, destroying the entire facility. The police moved in and ambushed him immediately. He had no way to escape, but he still ran to a nearby alleyway. They were all surrounding him; assault rifle barrels and lasers pointing towards him, ready to shred him. As he lifted his hands, a burst of power was originating from his arms on his back. The cops lowered their guns, gazing at the red glow on his arms. An officer prompted all of them to run, but it was too late. An even bigger explosion surged from Dylan, blasting him backwards and destroying the entire block. He got up from the floor and looked at his surroundings; they were all dead. He was terrified; it was the first time his powers manifested. Only thing he could think of is to run away from the city. He reached an abandoned train station outside the city. He couldn't stand up anymore, the blast somehow drained all of his energy. He fell on his knees and the rest of his body collapsed on the dirty floor. Shadowy figures slowly surrounded him in a perfect circle. Soldiers? Mercenaries? He'd never seen uniforms like that. A mysterious figure walked towards Dylan, who was trying to get up from the floor. He introduced himself as a T.E.C.H. senior agent, and convinced him to join them. The agent extended his hand to help him get up. Dylan reluctantly grabbed it.
How did T.E.C.H. convinced you to join?*: "They must've known all the men I've killed. They must've seen my face all over the news after I got away from the police, and they knew they had to have me. First, they threw this mumbo jumbo about the world being on imminent danger. I'm a generous person, but they knew that wasn't going to cut it. They told me I could kill any aliens I wanted, I could choose any weapon from their immense arsenal and I would have my own quarters. And to sweeten the deal, they offered me the best skintight battlesuits money could buy. I accepted. I would gladly mop the floor with those aliens if the price is right. Also, they told me they could help me control my powers."
Belongings:
• A Compass-shaped artifact.
• T.E.C.H.'s self-defense Stunt Rods.
• A skintight bodysuit from an unknown origin. Offers little to no protection.
• T.E.C.H.’s custom made P90.
• T.E.C.H.’s custom made .44 AutoMag.
• Custom Two-Tone Beretta M92F w/ Inox slide. At the side of the slide, there are some small, engraved words that reads: "For my dear Dylan. Love you, babe."
Character traits:
• The ability to kill monsters from outer space.
• The ability to manipulate strange energy.
• Near expert marksmanship. Excellent proficiency with handguns and rifles.
• Greatly proficient in hand-to-hand combat.
• Great agility while running and evading attacks.
Likes*: Killing baddies, tight clothing, guns, his powers, juicy steaks, videogames, old TV shows archives.
Dislikes*: People ruder than him, unnecessary evil, the ship that crashed in Greece, aliens, being told what he needs to do, being afraid, nightmares.
Extra info*:
• His suit is made from a mix of synthetic fibers and nanotech, resulting in a smooth, form-fitting skintight suit that's nearly untearable under stress. The blue and green stripes are made specifically from a biometric technology that reads Dylan's power stability. This prototype specifically can be only worn by Dylan. It's experimental technology, so it might have unknown features.
• When his powers activate, the blue and green stripes on his suit switch to red and orange, as shown.
• His powers can also be channeled through his T.E.C.H.'s self-defense Stunt Rods, making him able to unleash a variety of devastating attacks on the enemy.
