Hyper Drive

[[Image:[[File:]]|300px|]]
Player: Backneedle/Zero
Origin:	Natural
Archetype:	Scrapper
Security Level:	50/ Vet level 50
Personal Data
Real Name:	Unknown
Known Aliases:	Hyper, Hype, and Bouncer
Species:	Human
Age:	Mid 20's
Height:	6'4"
Weight:	Average
Eye Color:	Brown
Hair Color:	Dirty Blonde
Biographical Data
Nationality:	American
Occupation:	Bouncer/ Hero for Hire on the side
Place of Birth:	Unknown
Base of Operations:	Unknown
Marital Status:	No
Known Relatives:	Unknown
Known Powers
Titan Weapons/ Bio Armor
Known Abilities
Biorganic Armor
Equipment
Various types of Heavy Weapon, usually only wields 1 at a time
Hyper Drive appears to be a lazy person, but gives off the vibe of "Don't Fuck With Me", however he does take his job(s) seriously. He is incredibly strong, durable and fast. But no one has seen him go all out, and fights that happen in his vicinity are usually settled in seconds, with him either sitting on the pile of bodies with his heavy weapon in his right hand resting against his shoulder (for his hero work) as for his bouncer jobs his weapon/s are usually placed above him where he's posted, the owner and bartender are told if they ask about the weapon to just inform patrons that it's just ornamental and "For show". Hyper Drive usually gives off a very uninterested and little caring attitude but if a patron/villain happens to do something that would disturb the peace, his facial expression won't change but the vibe will change to that which is mentioned above.

The slowest nights are the most interesting. It’s almost 2am, the bouncer seems to be asleep at his post. I’m washing my glasses while trying to ignore the obviously intoxicated asshole at the end of the bar. He’s trying to hook up with another patron but she keeps rejecting him. “Come on, baby. You know you want me” “Ugh”, the girl tries to get up and walk away but he grabs her arm and forces her on his lap. She manages to break free and punches him in the face. He stands up and was about to hit her when suddenly in a flashing blur the bouncer grabs his hand. “Release me!” says the drunk. “Do you know who I am?! I’ll have every paragon hero here in seconds if . . .” He didn’t get to finish his sentence, when the bouncer backs up, pulls his weapon and takes a swing. A gust of wind passes the guy but he’s unharmed. “Ha! You’re nothin. . .” behind the drunk, the wall crumbles, all that’s left is his silhouette. I roll my eyes, “I wish you did the hero gig full time” I say, as I call the insurance.