[Firelizard] Norman Osborn {Checkmate}

General Information

Full Name:
Norman Osborn

Codename or Alias:
Iron Patriot, American Psycho (Usually muttered under their breath and out of earshot by employees with the misfortune of being dressed down by Norman)

Anonymity
As the head of one of the foremost New York firms when it comes to robotics and chemical manufacturing, Norman Osborn is one of the most well known businessmen in both the world and America proper.

Gender:
Male

Race:
Human

Age:
49

Place Of Birth:
Hartford, Connecticut, United States of America

Occupation/Status:
Owner & CEO of Oscorp Industries

Alignment:
Villain

Factions:
Oscorp Industries

Canon Or Original?:
Canon

Powers/Abilities:
You Know, I’m Something of a Scientist Myself
Norman Osborn possesses a genius level intellect, which he has leveraged in order to single handedly craft one of the most technologically advanced companies in the world. Whether it be in the field of genetics, biology, robotics, chemistry, or any other manner of scientific avenue, Norman can easily learn and acquire academic mastery given enough time.

Chessmaster & Flipper of Boards
Norman’s intelligence does not merely languish in the maths and sciences. He is also a masterful strategist and manipulator, able to easily circumvent and trick any number of people or institutions in his quest for power, legitimacy, and fame in America and throughout the globe.

Early to Rise, First to Strike
Norman is not one to indulge in yoga or pilates like many of his other CEO counterparts. Access to skilled instructors and all the time in the world in his offtime has allowed Osborn the opportunity to accrue basic masteries in a wide variety of martial arts. He may not be as well versed as the likes of Bruce Wayne or Danny Rand, but he can more than hold his own in any field of battle.

Weapons/Items:
Iron Patriot Suit


The Iron Patriot suit is a feat of engineering and science, the culmination of efforts from hundreds of scientists and Norman Osborn to craft an exoskeleton capable of making any average American up to the task of fending off the otherworldly and superhuman threats that have clogged headlines for years. Oscrop simply forgot to spread the wealth and has only worked to craft a suit for its eponymous CEO and owner. This stars and stripes adorned exoskeleton offers its wearer superhuman strength and unmatched levels of durability, allowing it to withstand any number of high impact forces and energy attacks. The suit is also equipped with flight enabling propulsion systems and a wide variety of repulsor and ballistic/kinetic weaponry systems making any wearer a highly effective and dangerous figure on any battlefield.

In addition to these weapons, the suit itself also is host to a score of enhanced sensors, communication devices, computers, and artificial intelligence systems that aid Norman Osborn in combat. The durability that allows the suit to withstand significant attacks also allows its use in underwater and outer space environments, lending yet another avenue of potential attack for Norman should he find himself at war with the likes of the depths or stars above.


Appearance

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Physical Appearance:
Norman Osborn stands at five feet and eleven inches in height. Weighing in at 190 pounds, he has a slightly stocky physique built by years of pairing intensive morning workout routines with a life spent in leisure, fine foods, and even finer wines and scotch. Sharp worry lines are etched into his forehead, and a tightly trimmed mop of brown hair hides the fullest extent of those lines. Norman’s eyes are a distinct and sharp shade of blue, heavy lidded and crowned by even sharper eyebrows.

Clothing and Armor:
If Norman is not donning the Iron Patriot suit of armor, he is more than likely wearing a corporate suit of armor consisting of finely tailored dress wear from the most in demand and well regarded tailors money can buy.


Personality

Sexual Orientation:
Straight

General Personality:
If one were to use but one word to describe Norman Osborn, it would be that of ambition. Paired with a ruthlessness and lack of regard for others, it is easy to see how Oscorp has ascended to the top of the American economy with a trail of dead or dying business competitors in its wake. Norman is also a skilled and able manipulative figure in any boardroom, with a penchant and near joy for backstabbing others and elevating his own position whenever possible. These talents and personality traits are often masked behind a thin veneer of bright smiles and charismatic charm, and Norman is fully capable of being the most likable person in a room if honey would serve him better than boardroom vinegar. Fighting for a spot at the top of the corporate ladder has also instilled a hint of paranoia nipping at the heels of his usually stoic and grandiose persona. Norman is always looking for traitors and enemies in his midst and beyond, and is usually surreptitiously quick at dispatching such foes, real or imagined wherever they may be. As of late Norman has also indulged in his more patriotic side, threatened as his nation has been by superpowered threats and vigilantes. Though one would be remiss in noting that his patriotism and the citizens and nation to which he is loyal are still but pawns in his mind. Pieces on a board that can be dispatched or moved in whatever ways he deems necessary in order to fulfill his narcissistic need and lust for power and status wherever he goes. This twisted sense of patriotism could only potentially be outmatched by Norman’s greed, something that has fueled his ascent to power and constant search for more and more wealth to achieve his goals.

Face/Voice:
Jason Isaacs


Character's History

Siblings:
N/A
Mother:
Lily Osborn (Deceased)
Father:
Ambrose Osborn (Deceased)
Other Family:
Emily Osborn (Wife/Deceased), Harry Osborn (Son)

History:

Norman Osborn was born in Hartford, Connecticut to Ambrose Osborn, a prominent and exhaustively busy inventor and businessman active in much of the New England area. His household was a quiet and cold place for much of his childhood, with his father always busy and plugging away at his many scientific inventions. Norman’s mother would also pass away when he was young, leaving him in the care of tutors and nurses while his father buried himself in his work. His father would eventually see the ruin and bankruptcy of his entire business after he spent years and many millions of dollars in attempting to create arc reactor technologies for use by the American government. With the majority of his fortune burned to a crisp, Ambrose Osborn fell into a drunken exile at his now much reduced estate in Connecticut. Filled with rage and now with nothing to occupy his time, the man resorted to taking out his anger and frustrations on his son in any way he could.

Norman would retreat into his studies, eventually persuading his father to send him to a boarding school with the meager funds still available to him. The young teenager would find the environment a welcome change, even though his father’s abusive antics were replaced with the bullying escapades of the upper class students he shared many a classroom with. The biting words and physical attacks simply motivated Norman to succeed even more. He excelled and was soon one of the top students in his class. And many of those who bullied him often found themselves at the tail end of accidents or even the occasional punch thrown by students that Norman had gathered around him through force of will and charm. It is also here where Norman first showed his natural potential when it came to business, gaining a reputation as the one someone might go to in order to acquire any manner of illicit paraphernalia.

These antics and a few fights where Norman severely injured fellow classmates almost led to his expellment from the boarding school. Thankfully he was able to graduate before any consequences befell him, though rumors swirled around the halls as to what Norman might have done in order to secure the support of the school’s dean in allowing him to stay until the end of the senior school year. Norman would still graduate at the top of his class and eventually secured a berth as a chemistry major at Empire State University. Norman would learn from his experiences at boarding school, relying more on his charm and natural intelligence to fuel his academic rise as opposed to overt violence or other cruder measures. He would become active in student government, eventually being voted to a top role in the ‘cutthroat’ halls of academic power.

After three short years Norman would graduate from Empire State University, bringing along his college sweetheart Emily Osborn as he set his sights on conquering the corporate world of New York City. It helped that Emily was the daughter of a powerful banking magnate and family of influential socialites in the Big Apple. Using these connections and a small loan of ten million dollars, Norman was able to start the company Oscorp Industries with the help of professors and graduates he had met at ESU. His intelligence and gifts in the many realms of science allowed the company to make its mark in the technology sectors of New York City and abroad. Norman’s ambition and ruthless efficiency at accumulating wealth allowed the company to climb to the top of a very competitive ladder.

This success and Norman’s happy home life would not last, however. Emily Osborn would die soon after giving birth to their son, Harry. At the same time those loans that had allowed Oscorp to fly so high were called in almost immediately upon the death of Norman’s wife. The company that he had worked to build up for almost a decade was on the brink of financial devastation. Desperate, Norman resorted to less than moral efforts in order to ensure that his company did not go under. Criminal elements such as the Maggia were employed to strongarm business opponents and clear the way for many a hostile takeover in exchange for advanced technology and weaponry. These efforts produced great results at first, however they attracted the attention of the American government and a variety of shadowy governmental organizations that balked at the idea of such a technologically advanced corporation beholden to criminal interests that they themselves did not control.

After a few meetings with senior administration officials and a variety of congressmen, Norman was soon brought on board with the promise of vast governmental contracts and wealth if he lent his and his company’s services in support of the American taxpayer. Sordid deals struck with minor criminal elements were soon forgotten. Oscorp Industries would expand rapidly as it wrapped itself within the military industrial complex, specializing in the provision of advanced weaponry, chemical agents, and all manner of technology that allowed the government any sort of edge against the superhumans it had once nurtured and which some considered existential threats to the American people. The corporation also played an essential role as a useful front for intelligence operations abroad. Many a dictator or trigger happy military officer with a penchant for coups asserted their positions with crate upon crate of weapons stamped with the Oscorp Industries logo. Norman’s wealth and power grew with each deal, and he eventually found himself with the top technological firm in all of New York City. It came at the expense of his own home life, though Norman would make sure to visit his son every month or so if his calendar allowed for it.


Role Play Sample:


Norman could hear and even see his own breath from within the Iron Patriot suit’s mask. Cold clouds of condensed air had started forming once the exoskeleton had entered the upper limits of the atmosphere. It seemed that the bonding and insulation still needed a bit of work, something that he had asked about months prior to this test run. He scanned his memory, remembering the dissenting voice in the room that particular day. Oh well, it just meant one less scientist on the Oscorp Industries payroll.

“Computer, process the termination papers for a Mr. Hugh Caldwell in the Steel Resolve Division. And send a picture of current stock prices to Luthor and Bezos.”

Oscorp Industries’ stock price had been in a screen on Norman’s right peripheral, and it had been soaring just as high as the rocket he was magnetically clamped to and riding to upper limits of the atmosphere and beyond. He allowed himself a sickeningly wide grin behind the metal facade of the suit. Today was a test not just of Oscorp’s ability to send rockets to space and beyond, but also a way of introducing the Iron Patriot suit to the American people. Diagnostics arrays were pushed out of sight in favor of talking heads and pundits speaking excitedly of the mysterious suit that had flown alongside and then on Oscorp’s latest rocket delivery system.

“Warning, upper atmospheric limits reached. Suit oxygen levels at 39%”

Norman groaned in response to those poor numbers, already willing them out of his mind and any potential press release when he hit the surface. He gave a voice command and watched as his hand’s magnetic grip upon the rocket disengaged. Floating in the upper limits of space where only a few hundred humans had gone before might have been peaceful were it not for the man sitting in that space presently. Norman let his gaze drift across the Moon for a mere second before he engaged the rocket thrusters on the suit’s lower body.

“Norman to base. Approaching the landing site in approximately thirty seconds. Have the jet ready for me upon landing.”

The blue and red bits of medal adorning the exoskeleton glowed all manner of orange, dissipating the heat that would have most likely scorched its wearer. Norman focused beyond that, his eyes and the sensor array inside his mask tracking his target. A fighter jet floated above the Oscorp Industries launchpad. The pilot within the aircraft had only a moment to look up in horror before the Iron Patriot tore through the aircraft’s back half in an explosion of metal debris and flame. The jet spun in the air, a plume of smoke and an opened parachute trailing in its wake. A moment later the suit corrected its ascent and downward posture, releasing a burst of blue and red smoke as it slammed into a red carpet and microphone stand surrounded by press and all manner of military brass.

“...and this is the latest cooperative project between the US government and Oscorp Industries to ensure the safety of our national sovereignty and the freedom of all peoples around the wor-”

The Air Force general was interrupted in his prepared speech by the landing, his and many other well knit hats flying off from the kinetic impact and the ensuing wind. Norman stood up from his heroic landing pose, the servos in his suit working overtime to both overcome the impact and respond to their owner’s mental command. American flags and gold braid flapped in the man made breeze. The crowd of reporters looked at the sight with mouths wide open, jaws flopping as the suit’s mask fell away to reveal Norman Osborn’s well chiseled features. The suit came apart with every stride to the podium until it sat a foot behind its owner. Norman tapped the mic for effect, seeming to make eye contact with the entirety of the crowd all at once.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, the Iron Patriot. Oscorp’s latest effort at protecting the American people. And hopefully the first and only needed line of defense against those who would threaten us.”

A reporter collected his composure and raised his hand. Norman swept a hand forward, his suit jacket crinkling from the movement as he did so. He put on the best fake smile he could, teeth gleaming in the sunlight much like the exoskeleton that framed him.

“Go on, young man.”

“Ahhh, yes, Julian Steinhardt from the Daily Bugle. Why was this project kept under wraps for so long? A-a-and is the pilot okay?”

“America has many enemies, young man. It was paramount for our national security that this project be kept secret, even from the American people.”

Norman looked backward to see the parachute still floating down to Earth. Emergency crews and trucks were swarming the area where the pilot was set to land. Osborn was happy that he had survived. Oscorps was already paying for destroyed aircraft as discussed with the Air Force prior to launch. He also didn’t want to sign any checks to a bereaved widow. Not that he would have done that, anyway.

“Of course the pilot is safe. This was a carefully conducted test, meant to show the air to air combat capabilities of Oscorp’s new Iron Patriot system. We would never intentionally put one of our brave fighting men and women of the armed services in harm’s way.”

Norman widened his smile just a bit more to punctuate the statement, his eyes coldly analyzing the reporter as he awaited a response to his media trained answer.