Post by Cazador on Sept 16, 2012 22:31:32 GMT -6
Name: Antonio 'Tony' Romano
Aliases: Cazador, The Grim Reaper, The Angel of Vengeance
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Canon or Original: Original
Date of Birth: Jan 1st 1988
Place of Birth: Venezuela of an Alternate Earth
Physical Appearance:
Without Armor
With Armor
Special Abilities: Cazador has no real special powers. He is mortal man who was enlisted as a child soldier and trained in the art of war. From an early age he was pushed along with other children to attain the peak of human physical and mental capabilities. His armor on the other hand allows him to perform incredible feats.
Armor:
1.Mark VII Matrix Power Armor: The suit is powered by a magic filled crystal which must be charged every few days. Without the recharge, the power armor will be nothing, but a normal heavy piece of gear. The flippable monitor on his wrist can monitor power remaining and his vital signs. Using the armor grants him several abilities. The metal that was scavenged to create it was known as Adamantium.
Weapons:
1.Flamethrower: On the inside of his left forearm is a small opening enabling Cazador to shoot out scorching flames.
2.The War Dragon Assault Rifle: A universal assault rifle that fires varying sizes of shredded molten metal. The metal blocks that are used for ammo are fed into the bottom of the rifle. From there, Cazador can alter how much of the metal is being shredded off into the barrel. Larger sizes of metal increase recoil and are better used as sniper rounds. Smaller metal pieces can allow rapid fire. Medium metal rounds enable burst fire. The bottom barrel of the gun is used as a shotgun. The shotgun packs the same punch as the sniper rounds but the molten metal is further separated to form a scatter shot. Like all other shotguns, it loses it damage output at farther ranges. While not in use, the rifle's parts shrink down to be carried more conviently on his back. The fail safe on it allows it to only be shot by Cazador himself.
2.Dragon's Teeth Revolver: Much like the War dragon assualt rifle, it fires shreaded molten metal from whatever type of metal is loaded into the cylinder. It's nowhere near as strong as the rifle, but it's used mainly as a backup weapon.
4.M.F.U.G: The Multiple Function Utility Grenade, or just MFU Grenade, is the Swiss army knife of grenades. Several modes can be activated on it before throwing such as EMP, flash, sound, smoke, napalm, or explosive. The fuse on the blast can set according to the situation. The MFUG can also be set to landmine mode to detonate on approach. The fail safe on it allows it to only be used by Cazador himself. If an enemy attempts to pick one up after being thrown or placed, it will be instantly detonated.
5.M290 FEITD: The M290 is a mini missile launcher hidden to the outer sides of his forearms. Each chamber contains only one shot due to the difficulty of mass producing them. The missiles can rip through matter with such force that it produces a small mushroom cloud. The amount of charge up time is well worth the wait. With such a powerful force in his hands he cleverly named it the FEITD (F*** Everything In This Direction)
6.Grapple Hook: On the inside part of his right forearm is a grapple hook. It can be used to stealthfully get around to higher ground. Perfect for when he doesn't need to make noise with his jet pack. Other uses for it can be used to temporally disable opponents by binding them or pulling them in for close quarters combat. The rope is made from strands of titanium tied together. The hooks used at the end are also titanium.
7.Retractable Blades: When all else fails there's nothing better to fall back on than a blade. There are two hidden blades on top of each forearm that can extend out to the size of a dagger to that of a short sword. The blades were forged from Adamantium.
History:
"The children are always the first to suffer in war."
Antonio Romano was born into poverty. His father, Salvador Romano was a struggling artist. His mother Maria Romano was a stay at home mother who would be lucky enough to pick up odd jobs once in awhile. Originally his parents were living in Mexico. They were hoping for years to get into America, but after a long while gave up. Luckily a political leader from Venezuela had seen Salvador's work and wanted him to go there to paint for him and was offering a huge pay. For a poor family like them, it would bea great benefit.
There was a problem. The political leader refused to pay for their flight and Maria was already pregnant with Antonio. They made a long journey from Mexico to Venezuela by hitchhiking and walking. A week after they made it. Antonio was born. The living situation hadn't improved at all. No payment would be made to Salvador until the paintings were finished. By the time he had finished his paintings, the politcal leader had been assassinated. With his one source of future pay gone for his family, Salvador, Maria, and Antonio were forced to live in the slums..
This continued until Tony had turned 7. It was a normal day for the family. Tony was outside playing ball with the other kids when an approaching 'boom' noise could be heard. Out of nowhere an explosion rocked half of the block. Maria and Salvador ran out of the house to grab Tony. People were beginning to scramble to get away and then another explosion hit leveling some buildings. Tony cried out for his parents, but eventually they lost him in all the confusion. The last thing he could here from his parents were "You have to hide." Tony ran as fast as could to get away.
He found his way into an alley and hid into a dumpster. Tony began to peak through to see what was going on. All he could see were the soldiers firing on the innocent. It was blind slaughter. It didn't look as though anyone could oppose them. Some soldiers went into the alley where Tony was. His whole body was shaking from the fear of being found. His tears could be heard by the soldiers. He thought that it was all over for himself until 'they' came.
Several men in black and grey armor came up from behind and gunned down his would be executer. They too could hear Tony's whimpering. They opened the dumpster to see him curled in a ball. One of them extended their hand to him and told him that he was safe now. After an hour of fighting and gunfire, the fighting stopped. The only thing that remained were the many bodies of civilians and soldiers. One of the unknown soldiers that was with Tony looked around at the bodies. His parents had to of most likely been killed in the fighting.
Tony looked up to him in tears not knowing what to do. He could of easily just been dumped at some orphanage, but instead gave Tony an option. He asked him if he would like to continue staying here or to come with him and learn to stop things like what had just happend. He was offering Tony the chance to become a warrior. Tony looked around at the destruction that layed before him. To be able to protect anyone from having to expieriance this ever again was a noble cause. Tony dried his tears and calmed his heavy breathing.
The 7 year old made his choice. To fight and to protect. The man radioed ahead to his commanding offiecer to let him know that one agreed to come along. The man on the opposite end of the radio replied that several other children also agreed. Tony asked him who he was and what they were doing. The man replied to Tony. His name Lee Jackson and that he was part of an elite mercenary group called Blackstorm. Unlike other mercenaries, these men were fighters with a cause. Their goal was to fight tyrants and to free people from oppresion. They would only except certain jobs that would promote freedom in the area.
They continued walking making it to the beach. There were other Blackstorm Soldiers waiting along with several other children. Jackson used his radio to call in their ride. Just then a submarine arose from the water. Jackson then turned to look at the kids. He gave them one last chance to back out but they all stood their ground. Each of them dedicated to their cause. They all loaded into the large vessel and submerged into the water. Tony didn't know where they were going, but he knew that someday he would be strong enough to fight against the evils of the world. He vowed to himself to protect the innocent to honor the memory of his parents.
"Soldiers like us never die. We just keep on reloading."
It had been years since that fateful day where his parents and life were taken from him. In 11 years Tony had gone from a fearful child into a hardend veteran of war. The base Blackstorm operated from was far from civilization. The base of operations was in an underground layer in Antartica. There they were free from the international laws of using child soldiers.
The training sessions were long and grueling. Each day the children were push to their limits both physically and mentally. On the days of small physical activity they were taught many educational skills. Different languages, math, chemistry, anatomy, history, etc. At the age of 10, Tony was given command of his own unit. They were the elite of all the child soldiers they had trained. His squad was called Los Ninos Del Diablo... The Children of the Devil. They were always sent on the toughest missions, but each time Tony would make sure they got the job done.
Shortly after his 18th birthday, Blackstorm was contacted by the Mexican government. One of the drug cartels had grown too powerful in one area. The city was completely in their grasp. Any citizen that attempted to leave was killed. The government knew that something big was going down, but couldn't get any info from the inside without losing many of their own men. With not many options on the table they turn to Blackstorm. The mission was simple. Kill any resistance along the way and find out where the cartel was getting the extra help from. Tony and his devils suited up for action.
They would be droping in at night from a cargo plane. From there they would split up and liberate any areas of the city in cartel hands. It didn't take long for them to stir up trouble and pile up the bodies. Each of them had their own sick and twisted way of lightening the mood. One them would cut off their enemies faces and wear them to destroy enemy morale. Another on Tony's team would hang the bodies of the cartel. The only thing Tony ever did was keep score. He'd been doing that for a long time. His kill count had to of been genocidal in the last 11 years. This what earned him the nickname "The Grim Reaper."
A few days into the mission Tony managed to interogate one of the cartel members before killing him. Apperntly they were getting their supplies from a group of Yakuza in Japan. This particular group of Yakuza had access to government weapons. It would explain where all the fire power was coming from. It wasn't long from there that he met an agent from the Japanese government. Not wanting to reveal his identity, the agent simply went by the name Mr. Gat. It seemed like something out of a spy movie, but it was obvious the japanese government wanted their involvement covered.
Gat knew where the deal between the cartel and yakuza were taking place. Both sides highest leaders would be there. If both top leaders could be taken out it throw a giant hole into the leadership ring. This would cause a power struggle and much inside fighting that would ruin their buisnesses. The deal was taking place a little outside the city. Tony radioed his team to ambush the cartel leader while him and Gat would break into the meeting house and kill the Yakuza.
While Tony's team took on the cartel in the steets, Tony and Gat broke into the meeting house. Not soon after a firefight and sword fight broke out. The shooutout ended with all but one of the Yakuza dead and Gat wounded. It was a shame that one had to get away. He just had to hope his team succeded in taking down the cartel.
Tony ran over to Gat to check his injuries. There was alot of blood, but he would survive so long as Tony managed to get him medical attention. One his team was the medic so Tony radioed in. Something was off though. Nobody was responding. Tony continued trying until someone answered. It was an unknown person. Whoever he was, he gave Tony a warning that he would find him and show him what true hell really was like with what he did to his squad.
Tony dropped his radio to the ground. He had lost team members before in battle, but to believe his whole squad was wiped out was a sad feeling. They all knew the risks when they joined. The mission was a failure. 1 Yakuza survied and an unknown ammout of the Cartel leaders survived as well. At least at that point the cartel was in enough disarray that the Mexican government could go in and clean up what was left.
Tony regained his compoure, picked up his radio, and helped Gat into one of the Yakuza's cars. He dropped him off at one of the hospitals before switching into civillian clothing. He radioed back to Blackstorm HQ to give a status report, but nobody was answering. First his team and now HQ. With no ride out, Tony was stranded in Mexico. Luckily for him, the Yakuza car he had stolen was filled with a couple thousand pesos get him by until he could contact HQ.
Tony drove into the next town. The first thing he did was goto the bar. His team had been killed in action and wanted to have a drink to honor them. As he sat there drinking his beer, something on the TV caught his eye. He asked the bartender to turn it up. It was about Blackstorm. The US military raided their HQ. The government declared that they were a threat to the rest of the world and were nothing more than terrorists who used children to fight. In a mere couple of hours, Tony had lost his team, his job, and his home.
"Happiness is hard to come by in a world like this."
It had been a year already since Blackstorm had been disbanded. From what Tony was able to gather, a lot of the mercenaries managed to escape while any children who were in training were taken into foster homes. Many of others were either dead or in prison for war crimes. After all the good Blackstorm had done in the world, they were taken apart.
It didn't take long for Tony to get settled into civilian life in Mexico. He wasn't living any rich man's dream. He found money by fighting in underground clubs. They were brutal, but most of his fights were easy pickings. He didn't really know why he was doing this. Thoughts of suicide were always creeping into his mind. He had nothing more to live for, but there was always something that just would never let him pull the trigger.
One morning, the night after a fight, Tony went to the grocery store. It seemed like any other day until he bumped into someone. It was a ghost from the past... Maria, his mother. She older looking now but she retained most of her former appearance. Tony stopped. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. For the first time in years, tears filled his eyes. He stuttered before finally finally uttering the words "Mama." She dropped her bags of groceries in total shock before saying his name as well "Antonio."
They embraced both in tears of happiness. She took Tony home to stay with her. Over the years, Maria and Salvador returned to Mexico to start over. They had thought after months of searching that Tony had been killed in the attack. They even had another child. Tony's little brother he had never even got to meet, Leon. It was sad though, to hear Salvador had dissapeared one day and never came home. Nobody ever know what happend to him. It was hard for Tony to hear this, but he already spent most his life believing he was dead anyway,
Things were beginning to look up for Tony. He got to spend time more with his 7 year old brother, he got to have his mother back, and was working a nice regualar job in an autoshop. They didn't have alot of money, but it didn't matter to Tony. He had his family and that was all he really wanted. No fighting, no shooting, no killing. He was finally at peace with his life.
Three years had gone by fast. In that time a forth person had joined the family and soon to be a fifth. Tony's pregnant fiance, Victoria and their unborn son. The house seemed to be getting smaller, but it just made Tony happier. One day after work he returned home to sound of silence. He assumed they must of all gone out somewhere. Tony then felt an intense pain in his neck for complete blackness came to his mind
"God is the biggest underachiver of all time. He just has a good publicist."
Tony began to regain his senses his eyes were still very heavy. He could hear voices of someone saying he's waking up to muffled screams and crying. He finally awoke to find himself tied to a chair. His mother, brother, and fiance were all lined up, gagged and tied to chairs also. Tony looked around to see several men surrounding them. One stood out from the rest as the leader. He was dressed in a very formal black suit with a red dress shirt.
He taunted Tony and laughed that the so called "Grim Reaper" of Los Nino del Diablo could grow so soft. The voice was familiar. It took a few seconds, but he remember. He was the leader of the cartel that had killed off Tony's entire squad. His name was Damien Vega. He remembered what he had told Tony. That he would find him and show Tony what true hell was. Because of Tony, the cartel lost millions of dollars and their weapons trade with the Yakuza was called off.
The man wanted retribution for what Tony had done and planned to make him suffer physically and mentally. Tony pleaded with him, begging him not to punish his family for what Tony had caused. His pleas were falling on deaf ears. Damian took his diamond and revealed it to be actually a katana. He walked back and forth trying to decide which of his family to kill first. His family was giving off a loud muffled scream under their gags. Leon managed to spit out his gag and begged his brother to save them. Damian turned around quickly shut the boy up forever.
Damian had driven his sword through his neck. Blood began to gush out. Tony screamed out that he would kill him for it. Leon continued gasping for air until his small body went limp. Maria spit her gag out and began screaming out non stop "Mi nino! My son!" Damian did the same to her. He claimed he killed her for mercy since she wouldn't have to miss her son. Tony broke down screaming without any word making sense. There was only two left. His fiance and unborn son.
Damian waved the katana over her body trying to decide where to strike. As he saw her in a pregnant state, he went for the most obvious spot. Her stomach. Damian drove his blade into her abdomen before finally cutting her throat. His past, present, and future were all taken. He truly had nothing left. Damian succeded in his promise of showing him true hell. There was just one thing left to kill and that was Tony himself.
Damian smiled at Tony telling him that he would shatter what was left of his heart. He drove his katana into the left side of Tony's chest to puncture his heart. His blood was pouring out. Damian sheathed his katana back into his diamond cane. He told his men to burn the house down. He didn't need anything being left behind. Damian left while his men began to dump gasoline all over the house. Before leaving, they lit a match to burn the bodies.
Damian was careless however. Tony's heart was on his right side due to his dextocardia. He was in tremendous pain, but was alive. Tony looked around his burning home and at the corpses of his loved ones. At that point he embraced the thought of death. The fire was growing closer, but as it did something began to burn in Tony... Pure rage from the depths of hell. His desire for revenge overtook any pain he felt. With unbound strength, he used all his might to break free of his ropes before collapsing to the ground. He crawled out of the house until he made it outside. The blood loss took its toll and Tony blacked out.
The next thing he could remember was waking in a hospital bed. By the look of the newspaper next to him he had been out for a few days. It was days too long. He saw his clothes on a table not far from him. He got up before putting his jeans and blooded shirt on. There was only one thing on his mind. The death of Damian Vega. Two cops were waiting outside to stop Tony, but he easily dispatched them along with anyone else who got in his way. Nothing was going to stop him. A phoenix arose from the ashes of that house in the form of an angel of vengeance.
"You don't get it. This isn't a city. It's an operating table... and I'm the surgeon."
Tony shook down every drug dealer, gang member, or cartel leader he could find. His sole purpose in life now was to Damian Vega. Eventually he learned that his main buisness opperations were in New York City. Using his old sources from Blackstorm, Tony was able to create a fake identity to get into the country. It was no problem getting firearms either. The name of Blackstorm still had some meaning in the black market.
It didn't take long for Tony to track down Damian. From what he had gathered on the street. Damian was posing as a buisnessman for a front to his drug empire. Many politicians were firmly in his pocket and he had a high claim in the US economy. He had Damian in his crosshairs. Just one bullet to the head and his goal of revenge would be over... not good enough. He wanted Damian to suffer. To a man like him money was everything. His plans changed.
The new plan would be to rip him from his high throne from the base of his empire. Tony got to work immediatly. Every day he would go out hunting down Damian's gang. He would take whatever information or money they had and then kill them. Though not originally part of his plan, he was also taking out unrelated gangs. Even the worst neighborhoods were becoming safe to live in. He was relentless in his battles. He always tried to never lose track of his over all goal, but being able to protect the innocent from these monsters gave him some kind of solace.
It wasn't long before his actions were noticed by the police and to their dismay, the media. The media began labeling him as The Hunter. Tony actually liked the name of it, but thought it was too boring. Adding a bit a homeland taste to it, he thought the name Cazador sounded better. It was the same, but only in spanish. He sent a letter to the local news to spread the word and fear of his actions to all local gangs. That same evening the news reported on it.
"For too long you have all lived in fear of walking down the street. Scared of being killed, scared of being taken, scared of being robbed. This ends now. I give you all my word that the streets will run red with the blood of those that have poisoned this city. The criminals of this town will be hunted down to the very last one. I will give these men no quarter in this war. I won't let any of you suffer the way they have made me suffer. I'll stake my life on it. The evil of this city will know fear. The name of this fear is Cazador."
The police were on a full hunt now for Cazador, but nobody would say anything. The citizens were on his side. One in particular began feeding him information on gangs activity in his neighborhood. His name was Carlos. Cazador didn't know wheater he could trust the teen or not, but decided one day to test his information. It was all good. Cazador managed to take out a jamcian gang of drug dealers without having to do any detective work himself.
For the next 3 year, Carlos would feed Cazador any information he could on Damian's Empire. He was definatly good at reconisance work. The kid would of made a good recruit if Blackstorm were still around. Even if he wasn't a good recruit, he was making on hell of a partner. The kid was becoming a sort of little brother to him. Despite all his rage and anger in him, Cazador yearned to have his family back, but looking out for Carlos definatly eased some of that pain.
"A true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him. So what happens when what he hates takes everything that he loves?"
Cazador's hunt was starting to pay off. Crime was down to an all time low in the city and Damian was definatly feeling the effects. His organized buisnesses were getting sloppy at covering their tracks. One of them finally slipped and Carlos managed to hear about it. He had heard that a stuffed animal store was a front for storing drugs and that there was hard evidence of how money was being laundered.
Carlos passed the info to Cazador and it wasn't long before he was in there guns blazing. Once the dust cleared, he began looking around. Sure enough, Carlos was right. The computer was a goldmine of information on Damian's Empire. There were even reports on how just how far his influence spread into the government. This hard drive would change the balance of the whole country and could even end the recession. Alot of the economics was way over his head. It was like looking through a maze of endless info.
If Cazador could get this to the media then there would be no way to cover up anything he'd been involved in. His whole empire was about to come crumbling down around him. Cazador got to work on making copies and sending several of them to different media groups and the authorities. By the end of the day Damian's empire would fall. The only thing left to do would to get to him before the police could.
Before he could load up all his ammo and weapons for the final battle, he received all call from Carlos. He answered the call, but the voice on the other line wasn't his surrogate brother, but Damian himself. He confessed that he had been torchering Carlos after catching him snooping around his main HQ. He tried to resist, but Damian made him sing like a bird. If he was going down then he would make sure to kill both Cazador and Carlos.
Cazador demanded to know where he had taken Carlos. Damian replied with the answer of "everywhere in the town." He had Carlos tied to the back of one of his gang members cars and was having his men drag him across the road by the docks. It was obviously a trap, but Cazador couldn't just let the kid die. He got onto his motorcycle and rode off to save him. What took minutes felt like hours before finally reaching the docks.
Damian wasn't lieing. Cazador saw them dragging Carlos along the back of a truck. With a sub machine gun in hand he rode in. As he came along the back of the truck to shoot the driver, several other cars came up from behind. The trap had been sprung, but Cazador was ready. He pointed his gun back and shot at the driver closest to him. With deadly precision, he nailed the front driver in the head causing a pile up of several of the cars. The others followed, but eventually met the same fate. Cazador caught up to the truck.He took aim and killed the driver.
The truck came to a slow stop. Cazador got off his bike and ran towards Carlos. It sounded like he was still breathing and alive, but there a large ammount of blood under him. He turned him over onto his back where the real damage could be seen. Half of his face was missing and his side abdomen was completely spilled open. He was dieing a slow painful death. Cazador refused to believe it. He tried to pull him along, but he was still attached to the rear bumper of the truck and moving him was causing him to scream in pain.
Cazador began to violently kick the bumper off to free Carlos. He kept kicking and kicking but eventually he realized he was just wearing himself out. He looked over the young teen and walked over to be next to him in his final moments. He was suffering badly. Carlos reached his hand out to his brother. He looked towards Cazador's gun and gave him a nod at what to do. At least this way he wouldn't suffer. Cazador reluctantly pointed the gun at his friend and ended his misery.
Damian was about to pay the ultimate price. He still had time before the media and police would receive their copies of all his crimes. That didn't mean Damian was going to stick around either. Cazador quickly rushed back to hideout and donned his old Blackstorm uniform. He grabbed a duffle bag full of weapons and jumped into his truck. It was time to finish the battle once and for all.
Damian's main base was a tower in the center of New York City. A ego maniac like him would be at the center. As Tony arrived he could see Damian getting ready to leave in a limo. Most likely he was going to the airport to leave the country. No such chance. While driving by, Cazador launched on RPG at the limo. Seeing his ride blown to pieces, Damian ran back into his tower to hide while his men stayed and fought. He reached into his duffle bag and pulled out and M60. Cazador mowed down any resistance with no hesitation.
There had to be a large group waiting in the lobby to open fire as soon as he'd walk in. Cazador was ready. He threw his dufflebag into the truck. The bag was loaded with large ammounts of c4. He set the truck up to drive in on its own. It crashed through the doors and Damian's men opened fire. They realized no one was in the truck. Cazador was on the outside still. He then triggered the c4 and killed the resistance in the lobby. He walked in gunning down any gaurds that were left. Some got in some good shots but his body armor absorbed most of the damage.
He fought as hard as he ever could until he reached the penthouse at the top. Damian couldn't believe it, he saw with his own eyes that Cazador was the man he thought he had killed so long ago. He gave a manical laugh. He broke his body, shattered his spirit, destroyed his life, and he still came back from the brink of death for the sole purpose of killing him. Antonio Romano, son to a murdered mother, brother to a murdered sibling, husband to a murdered wife, father to a murdered son, and friend to a murdered child, was about to finally take his revenge.
He tossed away his gun and shed his upper armor. This was personal. He would kill him in the most primative way possible in hand to hand combat. Damian removed his upper dress clothing and walked towards Cazador. Damian unsheathed the cain sword he had used to kill his family with and then took a katana from a statue and tossed it to Cazador. The battle began.
The two matched each other blow for blow and cut for cut. Their fight endured for almost an hour. Both were being pushed to the limit. Sirens could be heard from downstairs. The police probably had the place surrounded by now from the show Cazador had put on earlier. Not to mention that they probably received his package. Damian still refused to resign to his fate. Eventually Cazador slipped up and found Damian's blade in his back. He pushed it deeply into his back until he was close enough to whisper in his ear.
Damian still had a chopper on the roof and could still get away from his punishment. Cazador wouldn't let it happen. Before Damian could finish speaking he felt a sharp pain hit his chest. He looked down and saw another blade coming from Cazador's back. He had stabbed himself to get a direct hit on Damian. Both were coughing up blood. The two dropped to the ground in a pool of their own blood. Cazador wasn't moving. Damian began to crawil to the helipad. He could still make it. Cazador regained his senses and reached into his pocket to pull out a new state of the art explosive that defied physics. It could destroy matter.
Using all his remaining strength, Cazador got up and lunged at the crawling Damian. He flipped him onto his back and shoved the weapon into his screaming mouth. Cazador looked him the eye and yelled out his last words to him. "See you in hell!" In just a matter of milliseconds, his life flashed before his eyes. In a way he was happy. At last he could rest. It would be a good death.
In an instant, both were vaporized along with top floor of the tower. Like Cazador had planned, Damian's empire fell apart and any government officials that were involved were all arrested. The deep line of corruption had been exposed. This lead to a new golden age for the economy of the US. Nobody ever knew the true fate of what happened to Cazador. The only thing they ever found was the Blackstorm symbol at the base of Damian's tower.
Eventually he was declared dead with Damian. People who had seen Cazafor's true face finally came forward. Not to point out who he was, but to erect a stutue of him in the center of the city. The encryption under it read "For The Hero That Returned Our Freedom. May His Sacrifice Never Be Forgotten."
"Here we go again."
Death seemed to have a warm feeling to Cazador. It was like he was laying a soft bed. He smiled at thought of embracing death. It was freedom for him. The chance to see his family again, but reality took over and he awoke. He couldn't believe it. He had to of been dead. He felt the intensity of the heat as he was blown apart. Cazador was in one piece. Someone had saved him. His wounds were healed.
He looked around his surroudings. It looked like something out of the past when knights and kings fought. An alchemist table, spell books, a stone floor with wood log walls. Cazador jumped out of bed and ran outside. There was no sign of civilization. Just Cazador and some old fashion cabin in the middle of nowhere. Cazador screamed at the raining sky. He wanted to die. Instead he was alive. He had no reason to live. Somehow Cazador could feel someone entering into his mind. He heard a voice that said to him "Then find a reason to live." Cazador took a closer look into the sky there was a man floating in the midst of the thunder and lightning.
He landed infront of Cazador. The man stood at 7ft and was dressed in black robes. His eyesight was obviously gone as his eyes were pure white. Even stranger was the man's yellowish-green skintone. He removed his hood revealing his shoulder length black hair and pointed ears. He was and elf. The Elf told him that he had been waiting for his arrival to this world for years now. Cazador had so many questions about what this all was.
He received his answers. He wasn't on Earth anymore. The device he used didn't destroy matter. It just sent matter into another diemension. He revealed that he had forseen his arrival. Cazador replied it was impossible to see into the future as it hadn't been written yet. The elf told him that it was true, but by looking through the past, the elf saw Cazador taking the high tech 'explosive.' From there all he had to do was create a spell that would detect when and if Cazador would ever arrive in Genesis.
There was still the questions as to why he was trying to look into Cazador's life. The elf told him that Salvador had asked him to do it. His father was alive and somewhere on the planet. Both the Elf and Salvador had become friends when he became stranded on Genesis. Seeing as Salvador could not speak the elven tounge to say the elf's name, he took to calling him Relampago (spanish for lightning) seeing as he could control the lightning. Eventually he asked Relampago if he could use his magic to check on his family. He saw what had happened them and Cazador. It broke his heart knowing he could do nothing.
The rain began to stop. At that point he didn't care what else the elf had to say. His father was alive. He needed to find him, but Cazador didn't even know where to start. Relampago said that the last time he saw Salvador was months ago. His best bet was to check in major towns. People in this world had better appreciation of Salvador's art.
Before leaving Relampago stopped him. Salvador had left behind a gift for Cazador for the day that he would arrive. They both went back into the cabin where Relampago revealed a metal chest. He opened it for him and revealed a powersuit. It was very advanced. Far more advanced than anything he'd ever seen. Salvador had built it with Relampago's help. Cazador wanted to know how a painter could design a weaponized suit. He revealed the truth. Before becoming a painter, he was an elite mercenary and the founder of Blackstorm. His code name... King Boss. Cazador couldn't believe it.
Cazador was going to get answers, but first he had to find his father on a planet completely unknown to him. Relampago offered him a home whenever he needed. With that Cazador departed. His new journey was about to begin.
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And The War Goes On
Happy Hour
Viva La Resistance
Dread and Terror
Wanted: Dead or Alive
Occasum Solis
Aliases: Cazador, The Grim Reaper, The Angel of Vengeance
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Canon or Original: Original
Date of Birth: Jan 1st 1988
Place of Birth: Venezuela of an Alternate Earth
Physical Appearance:
- Height Without Armor: 6'1
- Height With Armor: 6'4
- Weight Without Armor: 198 lbs
- Weight With Armor: 308 lbs
- Eyes: Brown
- Hair: Black
- Ethnicity: Half Mexican Half Italian
Without Armor
With Armor
Special Abilities: Cazador has no real special powers. He is mortal man who was enlisted as a child soldier and trained in the art of war. From an early age he was pushed along with other children to attain the peak of human physical and mental capabilities. His armor on the other hand allows him to perform incredible feats.
Armor:
1.Mark VII Matrix Power Armor: The suit is powered by a magic filled crystal which must be charged every few days. Without the recharge, the power armor will be nothing, but a normal heavy piece of gear. The flippable monitor on his wrist can monitor power remaining and his vital signs. Using the armor grants him several abilities. The metal that was scavenged to create it was known as Adamantium.
- 1.Superhuman Abilities-Increased physical capabilities such as strength, speed, defense, hearing, and sight.
- 2.Flight-The use of a jet pack. Prolonged flights drain power from his suit quickly so its better used quickly in combat.
- 3.Stealth Camo-The suit comes with a cloaking device that can bend the light that hits it. It works best when not moving otherwise he ends up looking like a moving mirage.
- 4.HUD-The helmet comes with an advanced HUD that can track enemy movement and sound. The vision modes come with standard, thermal, night, and xray. Aim assist can be used to more easily shoot.
- 5.Hologram-The armor can produce an exact image of himself.
- 6.Life Support-His helmet can filter out smoke and water to provide him with clean oxygen if need be. In oxygen free enviorments, his suit can give a limited amount to survive on. To increase survivability, Medifoam is used to stop bleeding and close up wounds. Downside is applying the foam to a wound is extremely painful and is only a temporary solution before real medical attention can be provided.
- 7.Hazard Protection-The suit comes with a cooling and heating system. This can allow Cazador to survive in very hot or very cold spots by adjusting the temperature of the inside and outside of the suit. It can also block out some radiation.
Weapons:
1.Flamethrower: On the inside of his left forearm is a small opening enabling Cazador to shoot out scorching flames.
2.The War Dragon Assault Rifle: A universal assault rifle that fires varying sizes of shredded molten metal. The metal blocks that are used for ammo are fed into the bottom of the rifle. From there, Cazador can alter how much of the metal is being shredded off into the barrel. Larger sizes of metal increase recoil and are better used as sniper rounds. Smaller metal pieces can allow rapid fire. Medium metal rounds enable burst fire. The bottom barrel of the gun is used as a shotgun. The shotgun packs the same punch as the sniper rounds but the molten metal is further separated to form a scatter shot. Like all other shotguns, it loses it damage output at farther ranges. While not in use, the rifle's parts shrink down to be carried more conviently on his back. The fail safe on it allows it to only be shot by Cazador himself.
2.Dragon's Teeth Revolver: Much like the War dragon assualt rifle, it fires shreaded molten metal from whatever type of metal is loaded into the cylinder. It's nowhere near as strong as the rifle, but it's used mainly as a backup weapon.
4.M.F.U.G: The Multiple Function Utility Grenade, or just MFU Grenade, is the Swiss army knife of grenades. Several modes can be activated on it before throwing such as EMP, flash, sound, smoke, napalm, or explosive. The fuse on the blast can set according to the situation. The MFUG can also be set to landmine mode to detonate on approach. The fail safe on it allows it to only be used by Cazador himself. If an enemy attempts to pick one up after being thrown or placed, it will be instantly detonated.
5.M290 FEITD: The M290 is a mini missile launcher hidden to the outer sides of his forearms. Each chamber contains only one shot due to the difficulty of mass producing them. The missiles can rip through matter with such force that it produces a small mushroom cloud. The amount of charge up time is well worth the wait. With such a powerful force in his hands he cleverly named it the FEITD (F*** Everything In This Direction)
6.Grapple Hook: On the inside part of his right forearm is a grapple hook. It can be used to stealthfully get around to higher ground. Perfect for when he doesn't need to make noise with his jet pack. Other uses for it can be used to temporally disable opponents by binding them or pulling them in for close quarters combat. The rope is made from strands of titanium tied together. The hooks used at the end are also titanium.
7.Retractable Blades: When all else fails there's nothing better to fall back on than a blade. There are two hidden blades on top of each forearm that can extend out to the size of a dagger to that of a short sword. The blades were forged from Adamantium.
History:
Origins
"The children are always the first to suffer in war."
Antonio Romano was born into poverty. His father, Salvador Romano was a struggling artist. His mother Maria Romano was a stay at home mother who would be lucky enough to pick up odd jobs once in awhile. Originally his parents were living in Mexico. They were hoping for years to get into America, but after a long while gave up. Luckily a political leader from Venezuela had seen Salvador's work and wanted him to go there to paint for him and was offering a huge pay. For a poor family like them, it would bea great benefit.
There was a problem. The political leader refused to pay for their flight and Maria was already pregnant with Antonio. They made a long journey from Mexico to Venezuela by hitchhiking and walking. A week after they made it. Antonio was born. The living situation hadn't improved at all. No payment would be made to Salvador until the paintings were finished. By the time he had finished his paintings, the politcal leader had been assassinated. With his one source of future pay gone for his family, Salvador, Maria, and Antonio were forced to live in the slums..
This continued until Tony had turned 7. It was a normal day for the family. Tony was outside playing ball with the other kids when an approaching 'boom' noise could be heard. Out of nowhere an explosion rocked half of the block. Maria and Salvador ran out of the house to grab Tony. People were beginning to scramble to get away and then another explosion hit leveling some buildings. Tony cried out for his parents, but eventually they lost him in all the confusion. The last thing he could here from his parents were "You have to hide." Tony ran as fast as could to get away.
He found his way into an alley and hid into a dumpster. Tony began to peak through to see what was going on. All he could see were the soldiers firing on the innocent. It was blind slaughter. It didn't look as though anyone could oppose them. Some soldiers went into the alley where Tony was. His whole body was shaking from the fear of being found. His tears could be heard by the soldiers. He thought that it was all over for himself until 'they' came.
Several men in black and grey armor came up from behind and gunned down his would be executer. They too could hear Tony's whimpering. They opened the dumpster to see him curled in a ball. One of them extended their hand to him and told him that he was safe now. After an hour of fighting and gunfire, the fighting stopped. The only thing that remained were the many bodies of civilians and soldiers. One of the unknown soldiers that was with Tony looked around at the bodies. His parents had to of most likely been killed in the fighting.
Tony looked up to him in tears not knowing what to do. He could of easily just been dumped at some orphanage, but instead gave Tony an option. He asked him if he would like to continue staying here or to come with him and learn to stop things like what had just happend. He was offering Tony the chance to become a warrior. Tony looked around at the destruction that layed before him. To be able to protect anyone from having to expieriance this ever again was a noble cause. Tony dried his tears and calmed his heavy breathing.
The 7 year old made his choice. To fight and to protect. The man radioed ahead to his commanding offiecer to let him know that one agreed to come along. The man on the opposite end of the radio replied that several other children also agreed. Tony asked him who he was and what they were doing. The man replied to Tony. His name Lee Jackson and that he was part of an elite mercenary group called Blackstorm. Unlike other mercenaries, these men were fighters with a cause. Their goal was to fight tyrants and to free people from oppresion. They would only except certain jobs that would promote freedom in the area.
They continued walking making it to the beach. There were other Blackstorm Soldiers waiting along with several other children. Jackson used his radio to call in their ride. Just then a submarine arose from the water. Jackson then turned to look at the kids. He gave them one last chance to back out but they all stood their ground. Each of them dedicated to their cause. They all loaded into the large vessel and submerged into the water. Tony didn't know where they were going, but he knew that someday he would be strong enough to fight against the evils of the world. He vowed to himself to protect the innocent to honor the memory of his parents.
The Blackstorm Devils
"Soldiers like us never die. We just keep on reloading."
It had been years since that fateful day where his parents and life were taken from him. In 11 years Tony had gone from a fearful child into a hardend veteran of war. The base Blackstorm operated from was far from civilization. The base of operations was in an underground layer in Antartica. There they were free from the international laws of using child soldiers.
The training sessions were long and grueling. Each day the children were push to their limits both physically and mentally. On the days of small physical activity they were taught many educational skills. Different languages, math, chemistry, anatomy, history, etc. At the age of 10, Tony was given command of his own unit. They were the elite of all the child soldiers they had trained. His squad was called Los Ninos Del Diablo... The Children of the Devil. They were always sent on the toughest missions, but each time Tony would make sure they got the job done.
Shortly after his 18th birthday, Blackstorm was contacted by the Mexican government. One of the drug cartels had grown too powerful in one area. The city was completely in their grasp. Any citizen that attempted to leave was killed. The government knew that something big was going down, but couldn't get any info from the inside without losing many of their own men. With not many options on the table they turn to Blackstorm. The mission was simple. Kill any resistance along the way and find out where the cartel was getting the extra help from. Tony and his devils suited up for action.
They would be droping in at night from a cargo plane. From there they would split up and liberate any areas of the city in cartel hands. It didn't take long for them to stir up trouble and pile up the bodies. Each of them had their own sick and twisted way of lightening the mood. One them would cut off their enemies faces and wear them to destroy enemy morale. Another on Tony's team would hang the bodies of the cartel. The only thing Tony ever did was keep score. He'd been doing that for a long time. His kill count had to of been genocidal in the last 11 years. This what earned him the nickname "The Grim Reaper."
A few days into the mission Tony managed to interogate one of the cartel members before killing him. Apperntly they were getting their supplies from a group of Yakuza in Japan. This particular group of Yakuza had access to government weapons. It would explain where all the fire power was coming from. It wasn't long from there that he met an agent from the Japanese government. Not wanting to reveal his identity, the agent simply went by the name Mr. Gat. It seemed like something out of a spy movie, but it was obvious the japanese government wanted their involvement covered.
Gat knew where the deal between the cartel and yakuza were taking place. Both sides highest leaders would be there. If both top leaders could be taken out it throw a giant hole into the leadership ring. This would cause a power struggle and much inside fighting that would ruin their buisnesses. The deal was taking place a little outside the city. Tony radioed his team to ambush the cartel leader while him and Gat would break into the meeting house and kill the Yakuza.
While Tony's team took on the cartel in the steets, Tony and Gat broke into the meeting house. Not soon after a firefight and sword fight broke out. The shooutout ended with all but one of the Yakuza dead and Gat wounded. It was a shame that one had to get away. He just had to hope his team succeded in taking down the cartel.
Tony ran over to Gat to check his injuries. There was alot of blood, but he would survive so long as Tony managed to get him medical attention. One his team was the medic so Tony radioed in. Something was off though. Nobody was responding. Tony continued trying until someone answered. It was an unknown person. Whoever he was, he gave Tony a warning that he would find him and show him what true hell really was like with what he did to his squad.
Tony dropped his radio to the ground. He had lost team members before in battle, but to believe his whole squad was wiped out was a sad feeling. They all knew the risks when they joined. The mission was a failure. 1 Yakuza survied and an unknown ammout of the Cartel leaders survived as well. At least at that point the cartel was in enough disarray that the Mexican government could go in and clean up what was left.
Tony regained his compoure, picked up his radio, and helped Gat into one of the Yakuza's cars. He dropped him off at one of the hospitals before switching into civillian clothing. He radioed back to Blackstorm HQ to give a status report, but nobody was answering. First his team and now HQ. With no ride out, Tony was stranded in Mexico. Luckily for him, the Yakuza car he had stolen was filled with a couple thousand pesos get him by until he could contact HQ.
Tony drove into the next town. The first thing he did was goto the bar. His team had been killed in action and wanted to have a drink to honor them. As he sat there drinking his beer, something on the TV caught his eye. He asked the bartender to turn it up. It was about Blackstorm. The US military raided their HQ. The government declared that they were a threat to the rest of the world and were nothing more than terrorists who used children to fight. In a mere couple of hours, Tony had lost his team, his job, and his home.
A Moment of Peace
"Happiness is hard to come by in a world like this."
It had been a year already since Blackstorm had been disbanded. From what Tony was able to gather, a lot of the mercenaries managed to escape while any children who were in training were taken into foster homes. Many of others were either dead or in prison for war crimes. After all the good Blackstorm had done in the world, they were taken apart.
It didn't take long for Tony to get settled into civilian life in Mexico. He wasn't living any rich man's dream. He found money by fighting in underground clubs. They were brutal, but most of his fights were easy pickings. He didn't really know why he was doing this. Thoughts of suicide were always creeping into his mind. He had nothing more to live for, but there was always something that just would never let him pull the trigger.
One morning, the night after a fight, Tony went to the grocery store. It seemed like any other day until he bumped into someone. It was a ghost from the past... Maria, his mother. She older looking now but she retained most of her former appearance. Tony stopped. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. For the first time in years, tears filled his eyes. He stuttered before finally finally uttering the words "Mama." She dropped her bags of groceries in total shock before saying his name as well "Antonio."
They embraced both in tears of happiness. She took Tony home to stay with her. Over the years, Maria and Salvador returned to Mexico to start over. They had thought after months of searching that Tony had been killed in the attack. They even had another child. Tony's little brother he had never even got to meet, Leon. It was sad though, to hear Salvador had dissapeared one day and never came home. Nobody ever know what happend to him. It was hard for Tony to hear this, but he already spent most his life believing he was dead anyway,
Things were beginning to look up for Tony. He got to spend time more with his 7 year old brother, he got to have his mother back, and was working a nice regualar job in an autoshop. They didn't have alot of money, but it didn't matter to Tony. He had his family and that was all he really wanted. No fighting, no shooting, no killing. He was finally at peace with his life.
Three years had gone by fast. In that time a forth person had joined the family and soon to be a fifth. Tony's pregnant fiance, Victoria and their unborn son. The house seemed to be getting smaller, but it just made Tony happier. One day after work he returned home to sound of silence. He assumed they must of all gone out somewhere. Tony then felt an intense pain in his neck for complete blackness came to his mind
The Angel of Vengeance
"God is the biggest underachiver of all time. He just has a good publicist."
Tony began to regain his senses his eyes were still very heavy. He could hear voices of someone saying he's waking up to muffled screams and crying. He finally awoke to find himself tied to a chair. His mother, brother, and fiance were all lined up, gagged and tied to chairs also. Tony looked around to see several men surrounding them. One stood out from the rest as the leader. He was dressed in a very formal black suit with a red dress shirt.
He taunted Tony and laughed that the so called "Grim Reaper" of Los Nino del Diablo could grow so soft. The voice was familiar. It took a few seconds, but he remember. He was the leader of the cartel that had killed off Tony's entire squad. His name was Damien Vega. He remembered what he had told Tony. That he would find him and show Tony what true hell was. Because of Tony, the cartel lost millions of dollars and their weapons trade with the Yakuza was called off.
The man wanted retribution for what Tony had done and planned to make him suffer physically and mentally. Tony pleaded with him, begging him not to punish his family for what Tony had caused. His pleas were falling on deaf ears. Damian took his diamond and revealed it to be actually a katana. He walked back and forth trying to decide which of his family to kill first. His family was giving off a loud muffled scream under their gags. Leon managed to spit out his gag and begged his brother to save them. Damian turned around quickly shut the boy up forever.
Damian had driven his sword through his neck. Blood began to gush out. Tony screamed out that he would kill him for it. Leon continued gasping for air until his small body went limp. Maria spit her gag out and began screaming out non stop "Mi nino! My son!" Damian did the same to her. He claimed he killed her for mercy since she wouldn't have to miss her son. Tony broke down screaming without any word making sense. There was only two left. His fiance and unborn son.
Damian waved the katana over her body trying to decide where to strike. As he saw her in a pregnant state, he went for the most obvious spot. Her stomach. Damian drove his blade into her abdomen before finally cutting her throat. His past, present, and future were all taken. He truly had nothing left. Damian succeded in his promise of showing him true hell. There was just one thing left to kill and that was Tony himself.
Damian smiled at Tony telling him that he would shatter what was left of his heart. He drove his katana into the left side of Tony's chest to puncture his heart. His blood was pouring out. Damian sheathed his katana back into his diamond cane. He told his men to burn the house down. He didn't need anything being left behind. Damian left while his men began to dump gasoline all over the house. Before leaving, they lit a match to burn the bodies.
Damian was careless however. Tony's heart was on his right side due to his dextocardia. He was in tremendous pain, but was alive. Tony looked around his burning home and at the corpses of his loved ones. At that point he embraced the thought of death. The fire was growing closer, but as it did something began to burn in Tony... Pure rage from the depths of hell. His desire for revenge overtook any pain he felt. With unbound strength, he used all his might to break free of his ropes before collapsing to the ground. He crawled out of the house until he made it outside. The blood loss took its toll and Tony blacked out.
The next thing he could remember was waking in a hospital bed. By the look of the newspaper next to him he had been out for a few days. It was days too long. He saw his clothes on a table not far from him. He got up before putting his jeans and blooded shirt on. There was only one thing on his mind. The death of Damian Vega. Two cops were waiting outside to stop Tony, but he easily dispatched them along with anyone else who got in his way. Nothing was going to stop him. A phoenix arose from the ashes of that house in the form of an angel of vengeance.
Hunter of The Damned
"You don't get it. This isn't a city. It's an operating table... and I'm the surgeon."
Tony shook down every drug dealer, gang member, or cartel leader he could find. His sole purpose in life now was to Damian Vega. Eventually he learned that his main buisness opperations were in New York City. Using his old sources from Blackstorm, Tony was able to create a fake identity to get into the country. It was no problem getting firearms either. The name of Blackstorm still had some meaning in the black market.
It didn't take long for Tony to track down Damian. From what he had gathered on the street. Damian was posing as a buisnessman for a front to his drug empire. Many politicians were firmly in his pocket and he had a high claim in the US economy. He had Damian in his crosshairs. Just one bullet to the head and his goal of revenge would be over... not good enough. He wanted Damian to suffer. To a man like him money was everything. His plans changed.
The new plan would be to rip him from his high throne from the base of his empire. Tony got to work immediatly. Every day he would go out hunting down Damian's gang. He would take whatever information or money they had and then kill them. Though not originally part of his plan, he was also taking out unrelated gangs. Even the worst neighborhoods were becoming safe to live in. He was relentless in his battles. He always tried to never lose track of his over all goal, but being able to protect the innocent from these monsters gave him some kind of solace.
It wasn't long before his actions were noticed by the police and to their dismay, the media. The media began labeling him as The Hunter. Tony actually liked the name of it, but thought it was too boring. Adding a bit a homeland taste to it, he thought the name Cazador sounded better. It was the same, but only in spanish. He sent a letter to the local news to spread the word and fear of his actions to all local gangs. That same evening the news reported on it.
"For too long you have all lived in fear of walking down the street. Scared of being killed, scared of being taken, scared of being robbed. This ends now. I give you all my word that the streets will run red with the blood of those that have poisoned this city. The criminals of this town will be hunted down to the very last one. I will give these men no quarter in this war. I won't let any of you suffer the way they have made me suffer. I'll stake my life on it. The evil of this city will know fear. The name of this fear is Cazador."
The police were on a full hunt now for Cazador, but nobody would say anything. The citizens were on his side. One in particular began feeding him information on gangs activity in his neighborhood. His name was Carlos. Cazador didn't know wheater he could trust the teen or not, but decided one day to test his information. It was all good. Cazador managed to take out a jamcian gang of drug dealers without having to do any detective work himself.
For the next 3 year, Carlos would feed Cazador any information he could on Damian's Empire. He was definatly good at reconisance work. The kid would of made a good recruit if Blackstorm were still around. Even if he wasn't a good recruit, he was making on hell of a partner. The kid was becoming a sort of little brother to him. Despite all his rage and anger in him, Cazador yearned to have his family back, but looking out for Carlos definatly eased some of that pain.
Fall of a Tyrannt
"A true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him. So what happens when what he hates takes everything that he loves?"
Cazador's hunt was starting to pay off. Crime was down to an all time low in the city and Damian was definatly feeling the effects. His organized buisnesses were getting sloppy at covering their tracks. One of them finally slipped and Carlos managed to hear about it. He had heard that a stuffed animal store was a front for storing drugs and that there was hard evidence of how money was being laundered.
Carlos passed the info to Cazador and it wasn't long before he was in there guns blazing. Once the dust cleared, he began looking around. Sure enough, Carlos was right. The computer was a goldmine of information on Damian's Empire. There were even reports on how just how far his influence spread into the government. This hard drive would change the balance of the whole country and could even end the recession. Alot of the economics was way over his head. It was like looking through a maze of endless info.
If Cazador could get this to the media then there would be no way to cover up anything he'd been involved in. His whole empire was about to come crumbling down around him. Cazador got to work on making copies and sending several of them to different media groups and the authorities. By the end of the day Damian's empire would fall. The only thing left to do would to get to him before the police could.
Before he could load up all his ammo and weapons for the final battle, he received all call from Carlos. He answered the call, but the voice on the other line wasn't his surrogate brother, but Damian himself. He confessed that he had been torchering Carlos after catching him snooping around his main HQ. He tried to resist, but Damian made him sing like a bird. If he was going down then he would make sure to kill both Cazador and Carlos.
Cazador demanded to know where he had taken Carlos. Damian replied with the answer of "everywhere in the town." He had Carlos tied to the back of one of his gang members cars and was having his men drag him across the road by the docks. It was obviously a trap, but Cazador couldn't just let the kid die. He got onto his motorcycle and rode off to save him. What took minutes felt like hours before finally reaching the docks.
Damian wasn't lieing. Cazador saw them dragging Carlos along the back of a truck. With a sub machine gun in hand he rode in. As he came along the back of the truck to shoot the driver, several other cars came up from behind. The trap had been sprung, but Cazador was ready. He pointed his gun back and shot at the driver closest to him. With deadly precision, he nailed the front driver in the head causing a pile up of several of the cars. The others followed, but eventually met the same fate. Cazador caught up to the truck.He took aim and killed the driver.
The truck came to a slow stop. Cazador got off his bike and ran towards Carlos. It sounded like he was still breathing and alive, but there a large ammount of blood under him. He turned him over onto his back where the real damage could be seen. Half of his face was missing and his side abdomen was completely spilled open. He was dieing a slow painful death. Cazador refused to believe it. He tried to pull him along, but he was still attached to the rear bumper of the truck and moving him was causing him to scream in pain.
Cazador began to violently kick the bumper off to free Carlos. He kept kicking and kicking but eventually he realized he was just wearing himself out. He looked over the young teen and walked over to be next to him in his final moments. He was suffering badly. Carlos reached his hand out to his brother. He looked towards Cazador's gun and gave him a nod at what to do. At least this way he wouldn't suffer. Cazador reluctantly pointed the gun at his friend and ended his misery.
Damian was about to pay the ultimate price. He still had time before the media and police would receive their copies of all his crimes. That didn't mean Damian was going to stick around either. Cazador quickly rushed back to hideout and donned his old Blackstorm uniform. He grabbed a duffle bag full of weapons and jumped into his truck. It was time to finish the battle once and for all.
Damian's main base was a tower in the center of New York City. A ego maniac like him would be at the center. As Tony arrived he could see Damian getting ready to leave in a limo. Most likely he was going to the airport to leave the country. No such chance. While driving by, Cazador launched on RPG at the limo. Seeing his ride blown to pieces, Damian ran back into his tower to hide while his men stayed and fought. He reached into his duffle bag and pulled out and M60. Cazador mowed down any resistance with no hesitation.
There had to be a large group waiting in the lobby to open fire as soon as he'd walk in. Cazador was ready. He threw his dufflebag into the truck. The bag was loaded with large ammounts of c4. He set the truck up to drive in on its own. It crashed through the doors and Damian's men opened fire. They realized no one was in the truck. Cazador was on the outside still. He then triggered the c4 and killed the resistance in the lobby. He walked in gunning down any gaurds that were left. Some got in some good shots but his body armor absorbed most of the damage.
He fought as hard as he ever could until he reached the penthouse at the top. Damian couldn't believe it, he saw with his own eyes that Cazador was the man he thought he had killed so long ago. He gave a manical laugh. He broke his body, shattered his spirit, destroyed his life, and he still came back from the brink of death for the sole purpose of killing him. Antonio Romano, son to a murdered mother, brother to a murdered sibling, husband to a murdered wife, father to a murdered son, and friend to a murdered child, was about to finally take his revenge.
He tossed away his gun and shed his upper armor. This was personal. He would kill him in the most primative way possible in hand to hand combat. Damian removed his upper dress clothing and walked towards Cazador. Damian unsheathed the cain sword he had used to kill his family with and then took a katana from a statue and tossed it to Cazador. The battle began.
The two matched each other blow for blow and cut for cut. Their fight endured for almost an hour. Both were being pushed to the limit. Sirens could be heard from downstairs. The police probably had the place surrounded by now from the show Cazador had put on earlier. Not to mention that they probably received his package. Damian still refused to resign to his fate. Eventually Cazador slipped up and found Damian's blade in his back. He pushed it deeply into his back until he was close enough to whisper in his ear.
Damian still had a chopper on the roof and could still get away from his punishment. Cazador wouldn't let it happen. Before Damian could finish speaking he felt a sharp pain hit his chest. He looked down and saw another blade coming from Cazador's back. He had stabbed himself to get a direct hit on Damian. Both were coughing up blood. The two dropped to the ground in a pool of their own blood. Cazador wasn't moving. Damian began to crawil to the helipad. He could still make it. Cazador regained his senses and reached into his pocket to pull out a new state of the art explosive that defied physics. It could destroy matter.
Using all his remaining strength, Cazador got up and lunged at the crawling Damian. He flipped him onto his back and shoved the weapon into his screaming mouth. Cazador looked him the eye and yelled out his last words to him. "See you in hell!" In just a matter of milliseconds, his life flashed before his eyes. In a way he was happy. At last he could rest. It would be a good death.
In an instant, both were vaporized along with top floor of the tower. Like Cazador had planned, Damian's empire fell apart and any government officials that were involved were all arrested. The deep line of corruption had been exposed. This lead to a new golden age for the economy of the US. Nobody ever knew the true fate of what happened to Cazador. The only thing they ever found was the Blackstorm symbol at the base of Damian's tower.
Eventually he was declared dead with Damian. People who had seen Cazafor's true face finally came forward. Not to point out who he was, but to erect a stutue of him in the center of the city. The encryption under it read "For The Hero That Returned Our Freedom. May His Sacrifice Never Be Forgotten."
Epilouge
"Here we go again."
Death seemed to have a warm feeling to Cazador. It was like he was laying a soft bed. He smiled at thought of embracing death. It was freedom for him. The chance to see his family again, but reality took over and he awoke. He couldn't believe it. He had to of been dead. He felt the intensity of the heat as he was blown apart. Cazador was in one piece. Someone had saved him. His wounds were healed.
He looked around his surroudings. It looked like something out of the past when knights and kings fought. An alchemist table, spell books, a stone floor with wood log walls. Cazador jumped out of bed and ran outside. There was no sign of civilization. Just Cazador and some old fashion cabin in the middle of nowhere. Cazador screamed at the raining sky. He wanted to die. Instead he was alive. He had no reason to live. Somehow Cazador could feel someone entering into his mind. He heard a voice that said to him "Then find a reason to live." Cazador took a closer look into the sky there was a man floating in the midst of the thunder and lightning.
He landed infront of Cazador. The man stood at 7ft and was dressed in black robes. His eyesight was obviously gone as his eyes were pure white. Even stranger was the man's yellowish-green skintone. He removed his hood revealing his shoulder length black hair and pointed ears. He was and elf. The Elf told him that he had been waiting for his arrival to this world for years now. Cazador had so many questions about what this all was.
He received his answers. He wasn't on Earth anymore. The device he used didn't destroy matter. It just sent matter into another diemension. He revealed that he had forseen his arrival. Cazador replied it was impossible to see into the future as it hadn't been written yet. The elf told him that it was true, but by looking through the past, the elf saw Cazador taking the high tech 'explosive.' From there all he had to do was create a spell that would detect when and if Cazador would ever arrive in Genesis.
There was still the questions as to why he was trying to look into Cazador's life. The elf told him that Salvador had asked him to do it. His father was alive and somewhere on the planet. Both the Elf and Salvador had become friends when he became stranded on Genesis. Seeing as Salvador could not speak the elven tounge to say the elf's name, he took to calling him Relampago (spanish for lightning) seeing as he could control the lightning. Eventually he asked Relampago if he could use his magic to check on his family. He saw what had happened them and Cazador. It broke his heart knowing he could do nothing.
The rain began to stop. At that point he didn't care what else the elf had to say. His father was alive. He needed to find him, but Cazador didn't even know where to start. Relampago said that the last time he saw Salvador was months ago. His best bet was to check in major towns. People in this world had better appreciation of Salvador's art.
Before leaving Relampago stopped him. Salvador had left behind a gift for Cazador for the day that he would arrive. They both went back into the cabin where Relampago revealed a metal chest. He opened it for him and revealed a powersuit. It was very advanced. Far more advanced than anything he'd ever seen. Salvador had built it with Relampago's help. Cazador wanted to know how a painter could design a weaponized suit. He revealed the truth. Before becoming a painter, he was an elite mercenary and the founder of Blackstorm. His code name... King Boss. Cazador couldn't believe it.
Cazador was going to get answers, but first he had to find his father on a planet completely unknown to him. Relampago offered him a home whenever he needed. With that Cazador departed. His new journey was about to begin.
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