Respiration lourde et lente. Les copeaux mécaniques et les conduits s'épanouissent et se saupoudrent comme à l'intérieur du casque sombre et chaud que les yeux de l'homme essayaient d'analyser les événements. Alors que les attaques terroristes étaient nouvelles à Tokyo, il semblait y avoir beaucoup plus dans cette histoire que certains petits extrémistes musulmans.
"Hmph. Oméga. Celui qui s'est nommé qui a vraiment besoin de trouver un peu moins un nom de cliché."
L'homme soupirait, debout avec son corps prothétique et synthétique. En prenant quelques traverses à l'angle de sa petite pièce, il a pris un poteau avec un bras voilé et une main gantée, l'utilisant pour allonger un panneau de plafond. La figure a pris quelques marches plus haut cet escalier à ce qui devrait être un loft vide, utilisé pour le stockage pour les choses indésirables. Mais rien dans ce petit immeuble d'appartement n'était à quoi il ressemblait. À l'intérieur de ce loft se trouvaient 4 conteneurs poussiéreux, fixés au mur et assez grands pour contenir un être humain. Une lumière s'est allumée sur le panneau gauche du mur, attendant quelque chose.
"Sicarius, active."
Souriant, la figure a enlevé son manteau, révélant un corps mutilé. Sa jambe gauche tout mécanique, et sa jambe droite charnue jusqu'au genou. Son torse poivré avec des côtes mécaniques et des épaulettes en cuir, reliant son corps à ses deux bras prothétiques. Les pistons de ses membres étaient puissants, puisqu'il se tenait dans une posture meilleure que celle de certains peuples en bonne santé. Cependant, sa tête était entièrement recouverte de métal et de plastique. Un masque à gaz WW2 lui donnait un regard menaçant, car ses oeillets étaient teintés. La respiration venait du respirateur attaché à son cou, pompeant de terribles gaz et prenant tout ce dont il avait besoin. Le cylindre qu'il regardait s'ouvrait lentement latéralement, révélant un costume de blindage high-tec.
"Nous devrons voir si son nom est à la hauteur de l'homme."
Jesus, this took me longer than my thought. This is my first post on this site, and after looking around I hope this meets your standards! *smiley face*
Real Name: Shinobi Karagin
Aliases: The Venetor
Good or evil?: Anti-Hero. (Jesus, I hope this isn't too cliche.)
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance Superhero/villian: 
Rivals or Friends: None as of yet, but is second in command in a crime clan.
Powers:
Biosuit
Shin is one of the more fortunate survivors of war, with his mangled and destroyed body mostly replaced by metal and synthetics. He often wears shaggy clothes to cover up anything inhuman, considering how people like him are frowned upon in society. His right leg is mostly mechanical and his left knee is as well. The rest of his torso is flesh, but sphraplnel wounds have made his breathing harsh and heavy, and his health deteriorating if his biosuit were to go offline. Covering his naked body is a newly-acquired carbon-fibre jumpsuit, moulded to his skin and keeps his body from anymore harm. Upon that is clothes, where he will use to disguise his appearance. While his face is mostly destroyed, a helmet designed to look like a gas mask transmits data to his optical nerve and controls an artificial heart and lungs which keeps him alive. It also allows him to access an almost infinite bank of information with an easy-to-use HUD displayed on his retina, allowing his spying and detective skills unmatched in his clan. While the helmet keeps him alive, his mechanical biosuit which is strapped onto his skin and prosthetics can augment his strength, dexterity and stamina. Multiple different mechanics allow Shin to jump 20 metres up in the air, lift a lorry when stable and be able to run 5 miles before stopping for rest.
Weapons/equipments/items:

The sword, Gladius, forged in an Italian crucible is incredibly fine and was requested by Shinobi during his infamous days.

His double-minigun, Arma, is his favourite weapon for mass destructions.
Strength: His biosuit, and his cunning.
Weaknesses: Poisonous gases, cold temperatures and explosives. The gases can clog up his helmets' system and cause him to have an uncontrollable coughing fit, the cold temperatures can freeze up his metal limbs and cause him to become very clumsy, and explosive scan damage his already-punctured chest, destroying his artificial heart or lungs and thereby killing him
Backstory/Personality:
Shinobi was born in Japan to a fishmonger working in the docks of Tokyo and a simple work-at-home mother. Forced into a pressured life during a time of disgruntled leaders and tense forces, Shinobi's father was sent to join the war effort and never returned. His mother took the task of caring him, and she did a good job. His motives and values were just, while his strength and cunning were growing. His brother, Kurimani Karagin went to the nearest highschool and was quite a trouble maker, often getting into fights and brawls with fellow students. Shinobi one day witnessed the worst of this, seeing his brother beaten to a pulp outside the school gates. His instincts kicking in, the teenager boy struggled and attacked the brute, before getting knocked out as well. Both of them were expelled from the school. While Kurimani went his way, Shinobi took a different path, and their mother was getting too old and sick to look after both of them. Instead Shinobi was sent to a school to live the rest of his years, but that all changed when his group of friends decided to go out for quiet walk in New Tokyo, and instead found an armed nuke which had obviously been dropped by an army many years ago, but it had not detonated. Not knowing what to do, the four boys examined it and stood back awe-struck. They had all heard of the terrible war, but none had really seen any consequence of it, until now. Shinobi, eager to identify the bomb, touched it and the heat signature awoke the A.I. inhabiting the bomb. All of them dashed away, but it was too late. The bomb had detonated.
Luckily, the impact area had only affected the western farmlands of Japan, not any dense and urban areas. However, for the 4 boys, their lives had been changed, or rather taken away from them. Three of the four were killed from explosive debris, but Shinobi was lucky. Barely surviving, his lung was punctured and instead was replaced with a make-shift artificial lung and heart to keep him alive. The young man was told he wouldn't live another year thanks to the radiation, and it was true. He wasn't. For the next few months he lay in that hospital ward, unable to speak or do much, trapped inside his own body. One night however, the window he always looked out of to see the New Tokyo skyline was opened, and 5 black-clad men swept him away over their shoulder. He had been kidnapped and recruited to a gang clan, a guinea pig for future scientific and military weapons. They equipped him with the Biosuit Mk III, which enabled him to grow stronger and contained his radiation. The motives of the clan were not clear to Shinoba, but he was glad to be alive and ready to repay the favour to his fellow men. In many police raids violence and death occurred, with blood on Shinobi's hands. Multiple uses of the biosuit broke Karagin's back, paralysing him in the waist below. Fortunately, the Biosuit Mk IV allowed him to move his legs again, as it was created with special stimuli and needles into his spine. The clan he was working for not only saved his life, but improved it.
Living in an underground den, Shinobi was marooned from his brothers in a full-on SWAT raid, making him have to hide in the suburbs and ghettos of New Tokyo, sticking out like a sore thumb. Alone and stranded, the man must now try and find his clan, and continue the motto he stood by for his entire life; I am my window, it cannot be shut, no matter how beautiful it is outside. An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind, but a death for another gets rid of the equation.