Alias: That Guy [or, more commonly, The Spy]
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 30
Physical:
Hair: Bleached with black roots
Eyes: Red-brown
Height: 5'6"
Build: Muscular
Unique characteristics: The upper part of his forhead is maimed from what looks like a tiger's paw. He never takes his mask off except to horrify his victims before killing them.
Skills/superpowers: Dero is a fanatic for control. He has a genius to figure things out quickly and takes almost everything personally. He's a feared leader and no one has [or will] ever dare disobey him. He can assemble a team and be in and out of any place within minutes, accomplishing his goal.
Short History: Dero was a homeless orphan, but no one pitied him. He was spiteful and bitter his whole life. When he was just a child, he stole weapons from wherever he could get them, and using these he made himself a name. That name was destroyed, however, when the police chief found him and took him down with a bullet.
Wounded, he escaped from the city and then from the country. No one knows where he went after then, but nearly twenty years later he began attacking hidden bases, taking as much weaponry as he pleased from foreign ammo supplies. He made several attacks, but none could be pinned on him.
Past Story:
Dero smiled. The professor and his little brat were in the lab, alone and unprotected.
He waved toward his men across the hall and they stealthily slipped in behind him.
*This missile will set me years ahead of the competition!* Dero thought with glee, *If it can be produced as easily as the reports say, no one can stand against me!*
He held up his hand slowly and his men held their guns at ready. With one swift movement, his hand whisked down and the entire group ran in yelling and waving their guns threateningly at the two hostages.
The professor tried to stand in front of his boy and protect him, but one of the men grabbed him and threw him harshly against the far wall.
"Stop!" the professor cried.
Dero plucked the professor's name-tag off of his shirt and read, "Professor...Tiyensburg." He looked up at him and laughed. His men laughed as well as if on command.
The boy took that moment to slip out of direct sight and inched his way along the wall.
Dero continued to talk to the professor, "Professor Tiyensburg, we want the atoxzavior missile-" he leaned into the man's face- "You will give us this missile."
Tiyensburg's eyes glanced over the many men and then saw his son, by the emergency switch. Resolve filled him and he looked back into his tormentor's eyes. "Never!"
Dero stepped back, smiling slightly. "No? Heheh...then we don't need you, do we?"
Before the full implications had settled upon the professor, Dero lifted his weapon and shot him in the left side of his chest.
"We will get it without you," Dero said as the professor slumped to the ground.
The boy, who had froze when the shot went off, now reached for the switch and pulled it.
The whole room of people turned to see the largest missile they had ever seen appear high on the wall behind a disappearing metal shade. It was an amazing sight, hanging nearly twenty feet above ground over a pool of acid and all behind a diamond glass window!
It was the most beautiful thing Dero had ever seen!
Then the steel clasps which held it suspended, just let go.
Dero watched in horror as the magnificent weapon disintegrated before his eyes.
Then he saw the boy.
"YOU!" he shouted, enraged.
Smashing his fist through the glass of one of the smaller cases, he grabbed a hefty gun-like weapon. Just as the kid began to run, Dero fired it. He smiled, walking over to the smoking child, and kicked him.
"Grab what you can, boys. Let's get out of this smelly place."
Dero had not gotten his weapon, and it made him grumpy. But after a while the boy was soon forgotten....until many years later.
-----Part 2
Dero Ticon snarled from underneath his complete face-mask. He marched along the warehouse, watching his underling mark off the equipment as it came.
Dero was the most feared man on land. Worse then a pirate, more deadly than a thousand assassins. He had killed, maimed, and lied to get what he wanted. He had enough muscle with his weaponry to take whatever he wished.
Yet it was not enough. Not enough for the world purge.
His gangs, Scorpions, Diabalo's, Vi'llions, Scavengers. They handled the terror throughout most of the known world while he had waited for the shipments of weapons to come in.
There were rare occasions when he had to use his personal spy team and go himself, but only when the weaponry was exceptional and, of course, top secret.
His assistant returned with the paper work and presented the clipboard to Dero.
Fire lit the warmaster's eyes and he threw the clipboard after the retreating assistant shouting,
"IT'S NOT ENOUGH, YOU FOOL! NOW GET SOME NEWS WHICH WILL BETTER PLEASE ME OR YOUR HEAD WILL BE MINE!!!"
The warlord retired to his room. It was a miserable day. They could hardly run their own army with the supplies they stole.
The larger, more deadly weapons could be used on large scale attacks involving no troops, but he had precious few of those and did not want to use them all with the first strike.
Something on his television set caught his eye. Grabbing the remote, he turned up the sound to hear what was happening in the distant Renaldor City.
>These, 'Super Teens' have made several appearances, and, no doubt, will return when aid is needed by the people of Renaldor.<
The screen changed to a grungy man, having three microphones held close to his face by other reporters.
>They saved my life, man! They just swooped in here, and, and dat dude with the metal arm ripped open that fire hydrant and that put out the fire. That white haired dude flew outa nowhere and pulled me out before the building collapsed-<
The image immediately switched to a slightly poor camera take of that scene.
Daro leaned in, and smiled. "Well, if it isn't the Tiyensburg brat."
He glanced at the weapon he had used on the boy nearly a year ago, sitting pretty on his mantle, then looked back at the TV.
"So that thing gave you superpowers, eh?" he grinned viciously, then was enrwrapped with a scene of the whole teem leaving the scene.
*The Cyborg would be more trouble than he's worth.* thought the warlord, *The kid with the hawk doesn't seem to have super powers...only that blue-haired, pointy-eared girl, the girl in green, and little Tiyensburg seem to be of interest.*
He leaned back in his chair, looking at the weapon on his mantle piece. He knew if he didn't catch them all, the others would probably come after him...besides, he needed someone to test that gun on to make sure it would work a second time. He grabbed his jacket, dropping the remote onto the chair. Things were about to get interesting!