Shinobi a enlevé son costume assez rapidement et rapidement fermé la porte du loft. La mission, bien qu'elle ait été extrêmement publique et probablement enregistrée sous tant d'angles, a été un succès. Le coupable n'était pas Omega, mais le chef de la police. Ce qu'il avait était la vérité, mais pas les faits que les gens voulaient. Il a dû manipuler les gens maintenant, les amener à faire ce qu'il voulait alors le peuple a vu à quel point le gouvernement était corrompu. Il a dû faire en sorte que la police fasse quelque chose qui les ferait détester beaucoup plus qu'ils ne l'étaient, pour que le public se fâche et que des émeutes se produisent. Il voulait l'anarchie.
Ce serait dur, parce que le chef de la police savait probablement manipuler les gens. Ils savaient probablement comment faire en sorte que les fins se rencontrent, comment faire en sorte que les choses aillent à sa manière. Il ne serait pas surpris s'ils rammaient sa porte dès la seconde. Peu importe, ça ne ferait que rendre la journée plus amusante. Ses costumes étaient interchangeables, mais le costume de Sicarius ne pouvait pas être utilisé pendant un moment. Les gens l'ont reconnu.
Quel crime une personne aurait-elle à commettre qui attirerait l'attention de la police assez loin pour obtenir un événement public où je ressemblais au héros?
Ce serait une tâche difficile. Pensant un peu de temps, il a finalement trouvé un plan d'action. Les terroristes, les Guanyin, sont toutes les nouvelles. Ils ont tué le maire. Omega, il est aussi responsable. Tous les deux, des cibles d'une valeur incroyablement élevée sont probablement traquées par la police comme il le pensait. Alors pourquoi ne pas tuer Omega, ou qu'est-ce que les gens pensent être Omega? Pourquoi ne pas montrer au public qu'il est un héros, et que la police est corrompue?
Shinobi devrait attendre un certain temps pour les conditions parfaites. En plein jour, pendant les heures de pointe, le moment idéal pour organiser un événement. Omega mourra, et il mourra par les mains de Shinobi. Oui. C'est ce que j'ai dit. C'est ce que j'ai dit.
Avant de dormir, il a dû faire ses devoirs. Son biohelmet, qui était toujours équipé pour lui permettre de respirer et de vivre en général, pouvait lui permettre d'accéder à Internet. Il a cherché le chef de la police à New Tokyo, le conduisant à la conclusion que cette dame était Lucius, une dame d'un âge tendre avec l'esprit qui pourrait trancher à travers le beurre.
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.