Attention à tous les civils. Allez à l'abri le plus proche. Attention à tous les héros. S'il vous plaît, dirigez-vous vers la frontière des districts D, B et E et dirigez-vous vers le monticule géant des os. Le niveau de menace est : Grandes Villes Menaces. Mec, nous sommes...
Cela expliquait les sirènes d'urgence s'évanouissant à l'extérieur, étouffées par les murs épais de la pièce noire de pitch. Le son résonnait tout au long du grand vide, réverbérant contre les contours éparpillés d'objets se trouvant autour de l'endroit, et les murs froids et froids; le seul soupçon d'une présence organique était une respiration calme, quoique étrange, étouffée par un masque. Une paire d'yeux, dissimulée par un masque sans visière, a suivi les manchettes et les transmissions en direct au sujet de l'événement désastreux qui se déroule à la jointure clé de trois grands districts. Un serpent géant, des squelettes, un château, on pouvait trouver cette composition très aléatoire, sinon stupide; mais quand des vies innocentes sont mises en danger par l'événement le plus aléatoire, il serait pris très au sérieux par les autorités, et immédiatement envoyer tous les héros qui pourraient se joindre à l'effort. Il avait observé les protocoles de sécurité de cette ville dans de tels événements, le schéma était assez évident pour lui; mais l'ampleur de cette catastrophe particulière semblait avoir appelé un certain nombre de héros à se joindre à la mêlée, abaissant considérablement la sécurité sur les autres secteurs. Une occasion parfaite pour des entités plus subtiles de s'extirper sans avoir à faire face à la ligue gênante des criminels-fighters. Nul doute que beaucoup d'autres méchants cherchaient une telle occasion d'emménager et d'obtenir ce qu'ils voulaient, RED n'était pas différent. Mais ce qu'il voulait, c'était laisser une empreinte insidieuse sur la population. Sachant que beaucoup souffriraient de blessures débilitantes après cette catastrophe, ils seraient précipités dans les hôpitaux, certains avec des membres manquants, d'autres avec des brûlures, beaucoup avec des lacérations, des os cassés, des commotions, ou pire. Il y avait un délai doux entre le début de la calamité et l'apport soudain de patients, et il s'approchait. Il devait agir.
Un matériau doux toucha le sol en deux étapes, mais il y eut encore un silence ; une lumière sombre révéla la boîte en métal à toit élevé d'une pièce décorée de diverses armes, des armes à feu aux maques médiévales, des chauves-souris de baseball aux lance-missiles portatifs. Des grilles ont aligné les murs, portant plusieurs patches demandant la prudence lors de la manipulation du contenu fragile et plutôt toxique; l'une d'elles a été ouverte par une paire de mains métalliques recouvertes d'un matériau très fin qui semblait amortir le bruit de clinketing de cnuckles artificiels, révélant des rangées sur des rangées de seringues auto-injectantes contenant un liquide limpide à l'écho de la pièce. Une seringue a été arrachée de sa fente et rapidement ramassée dans un port au-dessus de sa clavicule, le liquide a instantanément tiré à l'intérieur de son système circulatoire après qu'une pompe hydraulique a sifflé légèrement. Un autre sifflement suivit d'un soupir numérique étouffé de soulagement échappé de la gorge brute de l'humanoïde à cadre maigre. La texture douce de son costume semblait absorber la lumière plutôt que de la refléter, les écarts entre les points articulants montrent un motif musculaire complexe qui recouvre la couche sous le rembourrage de l'armure. Le casque, composé de trois pièces entrecroisées, n'avait qu'une seule fente centrale en forme d'œil vertical qui semblait donner une nuance de rouge foncé, mais évidemment, ce n'était pas le trou de clé que le porteur regardait; il y avait plusieurs caméras alignées à travers le casque lui offrant un large champ de vue sur son environnement humide. Mais les coins et les périphériques étaient couverts de multiples fenêtres qui l'ont tenu au courant du désastre du centre-ville, où la situation s'intensifiait lentement.
Puis, il a vu une silhouette blanche sauter et faire un flip avant en plein air. Il a rapidement identifié la crinière blanche, l'épée surdimensionnée, la hauteur imposante de l'individu; le reste des héros qui s'y sont rassemblés n'avait plus d'importance pour lui, mais celui connu sous le nom de Chevalier Blanc était le centre de concentration pour lui. Les respirations de RED étaient devenues plus profondes, chaque exhalation et chaque inhalation forçant l'air dans et hors de ses poumons. Il pouvait sentir l'envie de serrer son poing et de casser la fiole vide dans sa main, il voulait claquer ses mains et ses pieds dans tout ce qui se briserait à sa rage; mais, son corps est resté immobile, le seul indice de sa colère montante était la forte respiration.
Donc... tu es ici aussi." Il n'a prononcé à personne en particulier, sa voix baryton fortement modifiée dans une clé encore plus basse. "Comme c'est approprié. Comme c'est pathétique."
Il n'y avait plus de doute dans son esprit. Le centre de santé principal du district B a dû être touché, même s'il devait aller en plein jour; il ne s'inquiétait cependant pas, comme il avait ses moyens d'y accéder sans marcher à travers aucune des portes. Il a initialisé une tentative de fissuration sur les principaux serveurs de la société d'architecture qui avaient les plans pour le centre médical, ce n'était qu'une question de temps jusqu'à ce qu'il ait la clé de sa route d'infiltration. Peut-être que son plan n'était pas aussi flashy qu'un château et qu'un serpent apocalyptique éclatant du cœur de la planète, mais l'impact serait certainement ressenti.
Name:
Akira Kiyotaka
Age:
Presumed over 70
Gender:
Male
Alignment:
Villain
Appearance:
As seen above.
Personality
Akira lets his presence, or perceived lack thereof, to speak about him. He has no problem in conversing with people, as he is known to belittle and berate those who defiantly stand against him. In normal conditions, he is rather secretive about his own identity, those who have talked to him know very little and can assume very little about Akira as he perfectly avoids slipping any hints about himself. His demeanor is a very calm one, some even describe it as a "poker-body", since he rarely slips any gestures or twitches that would reveal his mental status. He shows confidence in his own skills, but never succumbs to arrogance.
Powers:
Undergoing intensive training since infancy, Akira focused on his innate agility and flexibility to become one with the shadows and strike with maximum efficiency when opportunity would arise. Even though his endurance and strength are notable traits, he prefers to keep himself away from head-on combat and instead rely on subtle tactics of subversion, dominating his foes with the help of his intelligence and underhanded techniques. Following a fateful encounter with a notable nemesis, Akira suffered debilitating wounds that had rendered him a cripple, thus, his talents seemed to have been cultivated for naught.
That until his employer offered to replace his lost limbs with bionic ones, and augment his biological frame with state-of-the-art implants to enhance his physical abilities, as well as offering a nearly sentient A.I.-driven user interface. His initial physical prowess had been multiplied sevenfold due to artificial musculature lining his new frame, several layers of carbon nanotube weaving offering him light-weight protection from most physical attacks, while all electronics were coated with insulating materials to avoid malfunctions resulting from electromagnetic pulses or high amp/voltage electrical shocks. He is also capable of generating an EMP blast in a rather limited range.
In essence, he relies on psychological warfare to weaken his combatants before engaging in melee combat, where he uses his speed to wither down his foes until the eventual collapse; he can take quite a beating too, but nothing extraordinary here, as most of his body is machine.
Weapons:
A pair of custom-made Sai, rather bulky in size, made from durable steel, which are in fact expandable batons with a deployed length of two feet (60 cm), featuring tungsten carbide-laden tip and pommel.
An experimental, custom forged Ko-Katana made from a combination of titanium (although very tough, it is soft in nature, thus it is used as the core and spine of the blade) and tungsten carbide (very hard and rather brittle material, the very reason why it is used only for the edge and tapered tip of the blade).
Smoke grenades
Shurikens
Metal knuckle sandwiches

Fighting Style:
RED prefers to take advantage of his inhuman speed to overwhelm his foes with constant pressure. For most of his fights, he prefers to use his Sai for the traumatizing, blunt impact, favoring the potential of breaking and crackin bones, tenderizing muscles, pop veins and arteries, and split skin open. He includes hand-to-hand combinations in the mix too, kicking like a bulldozer at the rate of jackhammer and slamming fists and elbows with the determination of a sledgehammer.
If push comes to shove, he will put away his Sai and draw his blade. At this point, Akira is no longer considering the scuffle an amusing game to undermine his opponent; he will strike to kill. His sword combinations come at a slower pace, calculating his slashes and lunges in a fluid display of kenjutsu mastery.
When in the dark, the game changes dramatically. He will set up traps, startles, he will even pelt the target with shurikens. When his hidden presence is acknowledged, he will taunt, intimidate, berate as he sees fit and until he is satisfied.
Signature Moves:
Lights out - Akira uses the darkness to his advantage to input the first strike, but not before he had withered the mental status of his opponent. If he can lower the light conditions, he will cut electricity, break lights, cover windows, do whatever necessary to create deep, dark shadows for him to lurk in. This move exploits the advantages the terrain/area offers him, and he will not shy away from using this advantage to gain the upper hand.
Sore surprise - He will fight with his Sai in their undeployed form most of the times, but as a surprise factor, he will launch the expandable interlocking rods to full length to gain tremendous amounts of reach over his foe.
EMP Release - Self explanatory, it takes a lot of his mental fortitude to output and recharge.
Primal Instincts Suppression - Technology has reached to the point where artificial limbs are able to perfectly substitute the lost ones, with a complete set of sensors for tactile, temperature, pressure, pain and proprioception sensations. Akira is able to shut down his pain sensors and inhibit the fear of pain to drive him towards more risky maneuvers and tactics, willing to put himself into greater dangers to achieve his goals. He will resort to this ability only when he is confident that it will be effective against his opponent.
Overclock - All inhibiting neurological pathways are shut down, full power goes into the advanced muscle work that engorges under the protective layers of light armor and his brain sinks in a sea of forcefully released adrenaline. RED enters a berserk-like state with his entire body, where he is in a complete disregard for his own survivability by dropping all of his defenses and take on a highly aggressive, full-bore, bare-knuckle, rough'n'raw offense to raze all those who brought him in such a desperate state. It is safe to assume that whatever biological material is left in him will be strained by the unnatural modifications and may even drop into shock afterwards.
History:
Records about him are somewhere around one paragraph long, his origins unknown and intentions undecipherable. His criminal record in Megatropolis is absolutely clean, yet, one may never know what atrocities this individual had accomplished elsewhere. The only important hint about his past activities was the name of the employer Akira worked under for a little over ten years: Plan-Zero Security Enforcer LLC, a private military company known to have conducted shady operations in key, conflict-struck locations. There are some medical records about him having to undergo extensive reconstruction and artificial organ transplants, where his name is evidenced; yet, his date of birth still marked as classified information even there.
Due to his affiliation with Plan-Zero, most believe it is safe to assume that Akira is a very dangerous individual, especially since his slate is completely clean; sure, there is enough room there to fill with villainous acts, there may be files about him in other places, but it is suspected that due to his highly inconspicuous nature there is no record of him doing anything at all.
Skills:
Akira is a computer whiz, capable of cracking low-to-mid grade security protocols. He is decent at riding motorcycles and enjoys cooking, even though he has never been caught eating anything.
Weaknesses:
He is limited by having no magical or ki-induced abilities, due to the fact that most of his body had been replaced by cybernetics, but also due to him not being very keen about the whole matter of controlling energy like so. While his suit is durable, Akira folds like paper when faced against raw physical strength. He is known to never express his fatigue, but that doesn't mean he won't be experiencing exhaustion at some point.
Nemesis:
The White Knight - old grudges resurface as the two will acknowledge each other's presence in B-District. The obvious rancor between the two is something that has been forged a long time ago, enough for it to become a very personal issue.
Story Arc Ideas:

Stashes and deliveries of Neuropozyne (a selective immunosuppressant drug used by patients that suffer from systemic artificial limb/implant rejection) had been ritualistically stolen and compromised by some entity. Hospital resources are growing scarce in B-district at an alarming rate, something has to be done about it.

Other:
Stands at a little under 6 feet (180 cm to be extremely precise)
Avid music lover
Philosophy enthusiast