Post by scallop on Aug 19, 2024 18:59:54 GMT
General Information
Full Name: Herman Schultz
Codename or Alias: Shocker
Anonymity:Public Knowledge, Registered in the criminal database, and his name is known to others in the criminal underworld.
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: Thirty Two
Place Of Birth: Brockton Bay, Massachusetts
Occupation/Status: Professional Criminal, Amateur Engineer
Alignment: Villain
Factions: The Rogues
Canon Or Original?: Canon
Powers/Abilities:
Engineering Know-How: Despite his lack of formal education, Herman does have a good technically know how that has been developed from years of tinkering, shadowing and every so often making use of some of those books he's amassed through robberies. Helps that his brother needed a tutor, so he had to give himself a crash course. However, he has a keen eye for this kind of thing, an almost instinctual prowess that he may have put to better use under other circumstances. Getting to know a machine or piece of equipment, it won't take long for him to get a feel for it, figure out how to hijack and hey presto! Another piece of larceny equipment.
Shocker-Sense: One key aspect of being a criminal, especially when on the look-out post, is to have your wits about you. Herman sometimes refers to this as his Shocker-sense, able to figure out when the tides have turned, cards aren't in his favour. A keen eye for criminality, meaning he gets wind of when shits about to hit the fan, so he knows its time to get the heck out of dodge.
Weapons/Items:
Shocker Gauntlets: Not his original design, but after Herman got his hands on these puppies, they became his trademark. The gauntlets are in fact two vibro-shock devices that when activated by his thumb trigger will administer powerful waves of air comprised of exceedingly high frequency sonic waves. Essentially giving him portable seismic devices, able to wipe out walls of buildings as well as essentially wipe out his enemies from afar, as well as utility for close range, able to vibrate something he touches with his hands so that he can weaken or even destroy it. The devices work in a cumulative capacity, the longer the holds the trigger down, the more powerful the waves of energy are. Increasing speed, intensity and spread oif the waves, causing anything that they come into contact with to be cast asunder with relative ease.
Vibro-Sensitivity Outfit: Even in the profession of criminals, proper equipment to protect oneself is required, lest OSHA come calling. The Vibro-gauntlets have proven rather devastating, their feedback and recoil is able to essentially vibrate and collapse the user unless they wear the appropriate attire. Herman, for this part, constructed a quilted protective suit, this suit letting him asborb the power of the gauntlets, but also allowing him shock absorbance against more powerful foes, rendering him a much higher endurance than he would have without it. This suit also lets him transmit the vibrations from the gauntlets around his body safely, allowing him to create a vibration shield, allowing him to escape certain harm, unharmed.
Appearance
Image:
Physical Appearance: Herman stands at an average five foot eight, with broad shoulders and a decidedly sturdy build, but not one rippling with muscles or screaming intimidation, rather one made to heft the equipment he's going to be utilising. He bears a shaved bald head and a patchy beard that he rarely takes proper care of, deep brown eyes, always covered, and countless scars from altercations and captures riddled all over his body.
Clothing and Armor:
Herman, in his day to day, will usually wear old workclothes, boiler suits, hooded jackets and the works. When he;'s dressing to impress, he has a selection of shirts and old suit jackets to choose form, but nothing that screams suave. When he's on a job, if he's not in his Shocker gear, he'll find himself in all blacks, the classic robber lifestyle.
Personality
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
General Personality:
Shocker is your classic grunt. The fact he is not a henchman by the classic description, is one of heaven's ebautiful little mysteries. For he, truly believes he's gonna make the big time. His aspirations are huge, shooting for the stars, but the issue being, he really only knows what he knows. He's not some charismatic self-righteous elader, he's a follower through and through. Despite his grandstanding on being one of the most fearsome criminals known to the system, he's much better suited to follow someone else's schemes, something he's keenly aware of.
But can't have the masses knowing that, eh?
Herman is an opportunistic, self-serving, cocky son of a bitch, but he's also got a soft spot for kids, vowing to never hurt em, and despises the state of crime, declaring the drug business as nothing but mass slaughter. He sticks by his beliefs, and if he's hired to do a job, he'll do the job, double crossing gets too messy. In short, Herman doesn't believe in over complicating things, so instead of agonising, he'll latch onto the easiest option, and he'll make a big show out of it.
Face/Voice: Bokeem Woodbine
Anything Else
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Character's History
Siblings: Michael Schultz
Mother: Delilah Schultz (Deceased)
Father: Some Lowlife
Other Family: N/A
History:
Prince of crime.
That'd be a fun way to style himself, one he's always toyed with, one he's always felt a calling to.
One he's always been laughed out of adopting. He's the Shocker. The one and only, and someone as unique as him certainly has some stories to tell. After all, who doesn't know who the Shocker is?
Our tale is one of familiar standing, one that many at Brockton Bay would know. His mother was working class, always on hard times, always struggling, but was just as easily enraptured by a smile and nice eyes. She was a sucker, taken in by every story and an empty cup. Such emotions would lead to his conception, some jack ass took her in, promising the world, but only wanting an easy access booty call that would be relied on at all times. So when she fell pregnant, he booked it.
And the fruits of his labor was born.
Herman Schultz, small for his age, was born to the single mother, already struggling with her bills. A baby did not help her finances. Family connections were gone, all she had was herself, and all he had was her. He became, very close to his mother, growing up under her care, she taught him how to defend himself, how to take care of his own and taught him a very important lesson. You only get one life, don't have any regrets. So he pursued that belief, getting into scraps, not giving a crap if he retreated more than most. Sure, he wasn;t the best kid, best looking, smartest, cunning, strongest, but he made by. The king of mediocrity. He was 14 when his mother fell pregnant from another scum bag.
But, that'd be the last time he could bemoan his mother.
She died during childbirth, unable to afford good healthcare in the Bay, they had to deliver at home without any medical professionals. Herman, already skipping school and getting involved in petty larceny and disrupting the peace, was forced to take this burden, not willing to let this little pipsqueak turn out like him, kicked around in the mud for all to watch. And truth be topld, he stuck to his guns. He amped up his scores, aiming for bigger hesists, getting involved in gangs and crews, making connections, he was the perfect grunt, all was going smoothly. Most of his winnings went to giving them comfortable living, making sure Mikey could get an education.
Of course, all this action, it was drawing attention. You stepped in the wrong corner of town, and you'd feel the knife against your throat. Herman found his big score, some shady business getting transported through the city to avoid big government crushing on top of it. Bingo. Some pharmaceutical company making a mistake, it would be child's play to pawn it all off and make a fortune in auctioning. So, the plan went ahead, with a small crew of four others, all getting a slice of the pie. He led the charge, jamming a car in the transports path and setting it ablaze, rushing the van and taking out the drivers. Only problem. His crew never showed. High and dry. He went for it anyways, careening through town to his safehouse, the perfect quarry ready to go. His fence took it off his hands, and he got the cash he needed, he wired it all to Mikey, and got his plan underway. Mikey had been enrolled into a private school, out of town, and all Herman needed to do was pay those tuition. And that, he did. The next morning, he made sure his brother was on the first bus out of town, ready for his new life. Waving him off, all that shit.
Then, the heavy hand of a powered suit clamped down on his shoulder.
Turns out, that transport he jacked? Protected by one of the white power gangs, headed by the White Dragon, known for his tech and his weaponry. Herman didn't get much between beatings, kept in one of their own personal cells where they forced those they deemed impure to do their dirty work. Due to his complexion, and his misdeeds, they put him to work. Putting him to work, they made him do their repairs, clean up the scrapped weapons and machinery, after all, he was just some dullard. However, after months of captivity, his own brilliance shone through, Using pieces of their tech laying around, he had secretly constructed the Vibro-Shock gauntlets. Aka. The Shocker Gloves.
His escape was...disastrous to say the least. He got out! Sure! But almost killed himself in the process. After limping to safety, he repaired his gloves, tended to his wounds, and began construction on his suit, meaning he wouldn't suffer the feedback. Like that guy from Shawshank, he had crawled out through a river of shit, and he was clean. A rebirth of sorts. Into the criminal great, known as The Shocker.
The years after were pretty much a blur, doing odd jobs here and there, making a name for himself as the greatest smash and grabber known to brockton Bay, sure he got his ass beat a bunch, but he always bounced back. His hatred for the forces that be, lit a fire in him, defying their grand control any chance he could. White Dragon always had his eye on him, but eventually, he realised he couldn't fight the fight alone. He heard about a couple of siblings, actually standing up and giving a shit. Plus, good muscle to get behind. One day he approached Leonard Snart in a bar, recognised him from the good ol' days, must've ran a couple jobs with the dude. When he heard about their club, hell yeah he wanted in.
Role Play Sample:
"CAN YOU KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE ROAD FOR ONE FUCKING MINUTE! I'M TRYING TO DO MY SHOCKER THING BACK HERE!"
The agitated yet shrill voice of the man known as Herman Schultz yelled, piercing through the ears of his comrades in arms in most part thanks to the earpieces he had so valiantly forgotten about. The sound of sirens was foreboding, their tires squeeling as their sped down the street, their quarry bouncing back and forth in the back of their very much suspicious black minivan, the perfect vehicle for a getaway.
He didn't know the guys that well, other than they had pulled shit like this off before. What was more important, was making sure he got this done without an earful from Snart. He lived by the code, but sure, maybe reckless was a word you could use to describe someone of his criminal prowess, but it always came off rude. This was merely, a practice of sorts, for the real deal that they would be inevitably doing, if only he listened. But of course, this little experiment, was proving....dangerous.
Clad in his iconic and majestic yellow recoil suit, Shocker held his gauntlet clad hands against a solid metal safe that bounced to and fro in their minivan, his colleagues driving and firing shots behind them, but of course, not the cops they had to worry about. Some larger entity was on their tail, so he either broke this safe open so they could split, or this was all diddly squat.
"Alright Ice Queen, show The Shocker what you;re hiding.." he muttered as he began to dial up the trigger, feeling the vibrations ripple back, coursing through his suit, sonic waves almost overpowering him, but he was THE Shocker after all. No one did Shocks like him. Two sudden bullet holes emerged in the minivans backdoors, giving a perfect little look see at the speeding motorcycles on their tail. Well, you win some, you lose some.
"You guys might wanna, prepare for a SHOCK!" He exclaimed, before dialing, dialing, dialing. Full power.
Waves of seismic level sonic energy erupted from his gauntlets, tearing the safe to shreds, revealing the money inside. But this also served to launch those bullet riddled doors asunder, sending them like shurikens as they collided with his pursuers, watching the bikes spin out of control as their van lurched, also spinning out of control. next thing he knew, he was standing on the wall of the van, money showering down upon him. Huh. Not as much. Stiffed.
"Okay we uh, better...make a fast one!" He shouted again, to his certainly concussed colleagues. "Been a pleasure gentlemen, grab your bags, fill your stockings, lets go on home!"
