Nexus Prime

Name: Troy Hudson

Age: 18

Weapons: Escrima sticks that can double as a bo staff

Relationships to other characters: Conner Silver

(Boyfriend), Finch (Partner)

Height: 6’2

Weight: 136 Ibs

Ethnicity: American

Alias: Nexus

Skills: Various hand to hand combat techniques, Acrobatics, Technopathic (Communicate with machines and manipulation over them and electricity within people via the electromagnetic brainwaves)

Nemesis: Façade

Universe: DC

Affiliation: Hero

 

Back story

 

My name is irrelevant to whoever would be reading this, I only tell it to those I care for and there are very few people I care for. Though I was given the codename Nexus to go by, the link between that of machine and man. I’ve had a troubled past, my Mum died when I was born and my Dad… Well he’s a jackass. He spent all his money on whatever booze he could get meaning we lived in what I would call a shack that was falling apart at the seams. The man kept me locked in my room except for school, if I was late home, which I almost always was he beat me. He told me that I was a failure that he was stuck with and legally obliged to look after me. He even referred to me as his ‘Daughter’ because of who I liked, I’d come out as gay when I was thirteen and that didn’t sit well in where I lived. The place was fool of religious gats who claimed I was broken and needed to be fixed, me and Conner that was. And if I wasn’t getting beat up at home it was at school. The guys were a bunch Homophobes afraid of the different. I guess this is what inspired me to start training myself. I began to build myself up and train. I was sick of being treated like trash. I first discovered my unusual ability when walking home one day. The televisions in the store window caught my eye on my route to the shack. Breaking News was spelt in big red letters up in the corner and I saw some type of earthquake event that had torn apart Gotham. Cataclysm. I placed my hands on the windows trying to hear the muffled sound through the glass. I felt a jolt spring through me and leave out my fingertips. The televisions exploded outwards shards of glass flying everywhere, sending me to the ground and the person who had been standing next to me. I had to be given twenty six stitches in one arm; I’d almost pierced an artery. Dad had a fit, he’d claimed I’d put us back by too much money and beat me close to death. I had to go back to Hospital, that idiot. As I was otherwise incapacitated I decided to find out what had happened at the electronics store and what the jolt of power was. I didn’t find anything out. I couldn’t even replicate the situation. It took me two months to heal. Plus the added time it took me to get over the added attacks. But I only had to suffer for a half a year. That’s when I ran away. Of course I was going to miss some people. There was Conner of course. I’ll be back for him; I just had to find out a few things. I didn’t give up on trying to stay fit and decided that if I was on my own I’d need some kind of weapon to protect myself. I’d heard that Nightwing fellow used some kind of batons to fight. They looked fun to use. I used the library computers to look at some footage of Nightwing in action and where I could find those, what I believe is called Escrima Sticks. Then I felt that jolt. Damn. The computers and lights blew out sending sparks and shards all over the place and causing the library to go dark. Again, this had happened so many times since I’d left. It was becoming more and more frequent. I ran, I couldn’t afford to be charged with damage repair. Though I wouldn’t know who would charge a sixteen year old in a hoody I didn’t know. Then they found me, the organization Mockingbird. They’d taken interest in me since the event at the electronics store. They took me off the streets and bundled me into a van. Of course I screamed and kicked, but they overpowered me and I suddenly felt myself go limp. They’d drugged me. The next thing few events were a blur but next I remember I was in a poorly lit room with huge lights blinding me. A silhouette of a man appeared in front of the flood lights. He asked me my name. I stayed silent. He said it didn’t really matter if I never spoke to him at all, he had my file. All he needed to know was in their. He went on to explain that I was one of many like me. I was what was called a Nexus. The first Nexus. He said that twenty years ago Mockingbird was created to make a person capable of communing with electronics and machines. They attempted to do such a thing with cell alterations. Sixteen years ago the experiment was put into action and what people thought was a new type of influenza shot held the genetic material that would change the firstborn of whoever was injected with it. Unfortunately the side effect was that the woman was born to die in childbirth. I was the first person to activate my altered DNA and alert them that we were beginning to come online. At first they kept there distance incase their machinery had a surge of power and it was just false data. They said they needed me to find the others. That I was the ‘Nexus Prime.’ And that’s how I became the agent Nexus, the only teenager working for a sub division of the Government, legally that is, sort of. I of course needed a little training before they let me out of the facility. It helped that I’d kept in shape. And I finally got those Escrima sticks, and they double as a Bo staff. I ended up working with the agent who’d come to see me in their interrogation room. He’s called Finch. How ironic. Of course I was reluctant at first to jump on there band wagon and I tried to escape several times. Though I had nowhere better to go, I was pissed that from birth I had been engineered for the life I had and will have. I was never to have a mother, I was supposed to work with them that I was supposed to help them find other people like me and ruin their lives too. I had to ask why. Why they created us anyway. Finch only said that they would need us for something. He never said what. So you could see why I had a hard time trusting these people, though the vague comments and cold comfort grew on me. Strange as that may seem I started to enjoy myself. I got to be what people my age dream of being, a superhuman. Though I’m still not at total comfort with what they did, I’m just going to have to live with it. I’d promised myself I’d go back for Conner, though it took two years of trust building and training to get there but I did in the end. He was happy enough to see me to say the least. He got an apartment in the closest city to Mockingbird base and I visited him as often as I could. It was tough on him. I had even told him he needed to move on with his own life and find someone else other than me and have a normal life. I was in serious trouble for telling an outsider about what I do and Finch threatened to kill him if I told anyone else or if he blabbed. He didn’t blab. And that’s the short and rather depressing story of how I became who I am. I’m still not completely happy with how this all turned out but hey, I’m a superhero in my own right and my powers are still growing. I’ve been able to tell machines to change or do things without making them explode, so that’s a bonus. This is why I am Nexus, the link between man and machine.

 

My entry for TTPES build a hero contest the technopath Nexus!

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