Profile of Superhero character: Peacekeeper Havoc

Name: Tyrreel Endarsen
Code Name: Havoc
DOB: 1982
POB: Columbus Ohio
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Species: Half Breed: North American Brown Wolf/ Bengal Tiger
Nationality: American
Orientation: Heterosexual (husband of Siren)
Affiliation: Peacekeeper
Height: 6’4
Weight: 277lbs

Eye color:
pale yellow

Hair Color:
Dark Brown

Physical Appearance:

Athletic, slightly muscular build, Brown fur with black stripes. Short dark brown hair on the top with a bit of length in the back. Tail is long and slender until it gets towards the end where it becomes thicker and fuller like a wolf tail. Muzzle seems more feline than canine and larger rounded ears. Retractable claws like a feline.

Outfits:
Black body suit designed for thermal control with some protection against extreme weather conditions. Green sleeveless gi vest with matching green fingerless fighting gloves and wrist straps Heavy thick mid-shin green combat boots with silver plating down the center. Grey belt with circular buckle. Trade mark deep blue trench coat with gold shoulder pins. Sleeves usually rolled up to the elbows.

Occupation: Field Commander/ Leader of Peacekeepers

Areas of Operation:
United States & territories.

Weapons/items:
None

Personal Transport:
Short Range: 2010 Harley Davidson

Long range: Peacekeeper multi person transport/ mobile command hover jet known as a Ballista. The Peacekeepers have 7 such jets but Havoc has claimed Ballista 6 as his personal one.


Powers/abilities:
• Kinetic energy storage- Havoc’s body naturally stores Kinetic energy within his body equal to the
amount he expends on any and all actions his body takes.
• Ability to tap into reserves of energy as needed for increased physical attributes.
o Initially Havoc trained himself how to tap into the kinetic energy stores for quick bursts
of increased speed strength and agility.
o Overtime, Havoc has learned to be able to hold the energy output to maintain this state
and amplify his attributes. (higher the amplifying the shorter time frame Havoc can maintain the state)
• Ability to tap into reserves of energy to create kinetic blasts.
o Havoc originally could only shoot straight beams from his hands.
o Years of training has enabled Havoc to focus the energy into waves as well as firing
discharges from claws, tip of tail mouth and even eyes.

Strengths:
• Mastery of focusing Kinetic energy into both physical and projectile attacks makes Havoc a
threat at any range
• Physical attacks and abilities when boosted increase 20 times maximum Havoc normal abilities.
• Kinetic bursts released as energy blasts use far less energy and are much more devastating.
• Natural Athlete, able to pick things up and adapt quickly.
• Natural born Leader and strategist.
• Always ensures the safety of the team first and foremost.


Weaknesses:
• Havoc is susceptible to normal furman frailties.
• He has no advanced healing or regenerative powers.
• Although a virtually endless refilling source and storing capabilities, Havoc does feel fatigue and
get slower and will even lose consciousness if his energy level goes below a certain point.
o Over use of discharges from eyes will result in temporary blindness.
o Over use of discharges from mouth will result in temporary loss of voice.
• Tends to place the blame of failure or events in missions going wrong squarely on his own
shoulders.
• Very Jealous. Even after 10 years of marriage. Havoc still at times can become over protective
and jealous when it comes to his wife Siren. (Luckily for him she finds that adorable that he still
gets that way after being together for so long.)

Bio:
Tyrreel Endarsen, the only child of an American brown wolf Joseph Endarsen and a Bengal tigress Ivonne Greygorio had a very typical mundane childhood for the most part. Like most half breeds though, Tyrreel was constantly teased and picked on, getting him into many fights he would always seem to win even against bigger older children seeming to get bursts of energy to hit harder and move faster than them. No matter the time of day or night, Tyrreel was always full of energy. The Dr.’s would have diagnosed him with an extreme case of hyper activeness and ADD had it not been for during the tests he was able to easily focus and complete multiple tasks at once placed before him.

His Parents tried to sign him up for sports when he was old enough to play in the leagues. He showed a natural affinity any sport he joined, surpassing most children in speed strength and skill in his division and much older. Although this did decrease the number of fights that Tyrreel would get into greatly as everyone wanted to have him on their team, he just seemed to become more and more rambunctious and energetic. To the extent at times not even being able to control his own speed and strength.

Over time as Tyrreel grew older, he was able to teach himself how to control his energy tapping into quick bursts as physically need whether it be to run a little faster, hit a little harder, throw a little farther or whatever the case may be. Despite in High School being captain of the Wrestling, Football, Baseball, Lacrosse, Soccer, Track and Field teams, he seemed to manage to keep a 3.7 GPA and a rather healthy social life with friends and dating as well.

Tyreel’s family was also raised to be caring, selfless, to protect those that could not protect themselves, and grateful for what he had. It was no surprise to his parents when he told them he wanted to do his part and join the military. Despite their concerns and misgivings of such an endeavor, it was pointless to argue as Tyrreel was now 18, two month from graduating from high school and had already signed up with the local army recruiting office.

During Basic training Tyrreel excelled quickly amongst his peers always leading the pack in drills, training exorcise, hand to hand training, and even showing some potential in leadership as he quickly became squad commander of his unit. Despite his outperforming of his squad mates, he did all he could at the same time to aid them to improve as well. Many of his drill instructors were convinced he was well on his way to a promising military career if chose to go that route. That is until that fateful day that would change his life forever.

Near completion of basic training, the squad was finishing up early to go see a demonstration of some new fully automated remote controlled tank that would revolutionize warfare. This demonstration was to be the last official performance trial before the green light for mass production and all were excited to be there to see it in action. The system worked flawlessly at first, faster, more maneuverable, more accurate with better armor plating and defenses than the best tanks available to date. When it came to demonstrate its weapons system however, something went wrong and the tank became unresponsive. It began to fire off random shots and moving on its own. The technicians quickly scrambled as the war machine turned its attention to their station and with a single shot decimated the station instantly vaporizing anyone there that could have possibly shut it down. The central operating core had clearly been hacked, under the control of some other source it was running amuck through the parade grounds. Tyrreel immediately took charge of his unit, ordering them to get the civilians and non-essential personal to safety when he heard the cries of a small young child. A tiny female bear cub no older than 10, he had noticed her with one of the generals earlier, now wide eyed in terror crying in the wake of the behemoth weapon. Without hesitating he bolted frantically for the balling cub. No matter how much he pushed though, Tyrreel knew deeps down he would not make it time. His body burned with rage as sparks began to flicker in his out reached palm.

“STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP” Tyrreel howled as he felt something inside him snap.

A massive stream of kinetic energy exploded from his palm at the cannon. It cut through the war machine like a hot knife through butter. It paused for an instant before bursting into flames sending pieces of debris flying everywhere littering the parade ground. However the beam did not stop with the weapon, it continued further through several empty storage hangers until exploding furiously into the nearby mountain side leaving a massive crater in the rock face the diameter of a football field large.

Tyrreel dropped to his knees breathing heavy. What was this sensation his body was feeling for the first time? Fatigue? He stared down at his still shaking hand as it sparked and crackled with red a red pulse . He flexed his hand several times in attempts to stop the pins and needles feeling in it without success. His eyes grew heavy as he fell face first into the concreate as the last thing he remembers hearing is shouting about a Meta on the grounds before he passed out.

Tyrreel had no idea how long he slept, his eyes opened quickly as she jerked in a hospital bed restrained by handcuffs to the bedpost and strange metal encasements around his hands. His eyes darted quickly around the room trying to acclimate to the light assessing his situation. It was a hospital room, on site or off was the question though.

“Well, Well, Well, kid, looks like you are in a world of trouble…” A gruff deep voice came from the dark corner of the room.

Tyrreel narrowed his eyes attempting to adjust them to the light but all he could make out was a figure with his arms crossed in front of him as one leg sat perpendicular atop the other.

“A Meta in the military… An UNREGISTERED, Meta in the military… AN UNREGISTERED Meta in the military, that just destroyed with a single shot from his hand six years and about eight billion dollars of R and D like it was nothing.”

A small flame suddenly appeared at the tip of the man’s claws as he brought it to his muzzle lighting a cigar revealing he was a lion with a scar down his right eye causing a discoloration in the pupil. He puffed several times on the cigar before waving his flaming claws nonchalantly like one would to put out a match.

“Yep seems you created more Havoc with your little stunt than that piece of shit automated tin can ever could.” The lion continued as he slowly rose from the seat stepping out into the light giving the wolf/tiger half-breed a better look.

“I’m no meta fur!” Tyrreel quickly replied defensively. “I’ve never done anything like that before in my entire life!”

“CAN IT MEATSACK! “ The lion quickly stifled Tyrreel from any further protesting as he glared over him with a cold merciless gaze.

“You see, the way I figure … you got one of two options kid. One, you face a military tribunal for your crimes which will end up with life imprisonment in a top-level military prison for the rest of your life, at best. At worst, you face a firing squad. “The feline takes a deep drag from his cigar puffing a cloud of smoke in Tyrreel’s face for emphasis.

“And option two?” The Half-breed questioned between coughs gagging on the cigar smoke.

The Lion’s lip curled up lightly into a smirk as he dropped a manila file folder into Tyrreel’s lap with the simple title “Peacekeepers” on the cover. Tyrreel went to reach for the file only to be halted again by the restraints on his arms as well as the metallic encasements on his hands he had forgotten about.

“Come on kid, if you can’t even get out of this you are absolutely worthless to me.” The feline’s grin grew larger. He rolled the cigar in his mouth to the other side and crossed his arms in front of him with an expectant look.

The handcuffs around the young Half-breed’s arms were easy enough. It was just a matter of giving himself just the right amount of aboost in his arms to pull at the restraints snapping the chain connecting the cuffs to the bedpost. The encasements on his hands he examined more closely would be a problem. No seems, no locks to speak of, they pressed tightly into is wrists though to stay on and would not budge.

“You’re starting to bore me kid… what happened to that power you had earlier!?”

“I DON’T KNOW HOW I DID THAT!” Tyrreel snarled back at the Loin who returned the young wolf/tiger’s glare with a swift backhand across the jowl.

Tyrreel blinked several times trying to wiggle his snout to shake of the sting. He felt like the Lion had just slammed him in the face with a brick.

“Well that’s too bad kid looks like option one is your only choice then and the general will definitely see you in front of the firing squad for killing his little girl.” The loin almost sounded delighted at his failure as he continued to recount the events after Tyrreel passed out.

“Oh yeah, the blast sent shrapnel flying everywhere not to mention the explosion radius itself… you ever smell burnt bear fur kid… has a nice sweet aroma to it well what was left of it since her little body was cut to pieces from shrapnel.”

He paused in the story as he could see the anger boiling over within Tyrreel. The metallic encasements on his hands began to swell and groan. The giant Feline quickly grabbed Tyrreel by the arm yanking him out of the bed and forcing his hands out the window pointing skyward just as the young half-breed released another burst of energy from them. The force popped the bindings right off as the melted smoky remains fell three stories down to the base grounds below. Unrestrained and in a better balanced position than the cat, Tyrreel rammed his shoulder into his opponents chest pinning him against the adjacent wall with a loud thud that alarmed the MPs to charge in. They stopped however when they saw the Lions pinning scowl to stand down. They watched as Tyrreel, no longer restrained, had one forearm pushing into the cat’s neck while the other he held ready to strike with his sharp feline claws extracted.

“Glad to see there is more tiger in you than just those stripes kid…” The Felines attention now back on Tyrreel as the red energy sparked and danced lightly in his hand back and forth between his claws.

“I was always told never use my claws except as a last resort… but… for you… I’ll make an exception!”

“You so sure about that kid?” the enormous cat let out a bird call whistle nodding to the door as a gentle voice, barely audible spoke up.

“Mr. Endarsen?” The young bear cub from the parade grounds stood in the doorway looking up at a bewildered Tyreel.

The young half-breed pushed his forearm into the cat’s neck slight just to enough to force to spring board off as he retracted his claws turning to face the cub.

“Mr. Endarsen, thank you for saving me.”

The Lion slinked stealth fully from his position on the wall grabbing the file on the bed. Tyrreel didn’t know much else to do but give the girl a gentle smile and a nod as she stood there.

“Take her back to the General boys I will be their shortly.” The MP’s saluted as they took the cub out of the room leaving Tyrreel to look at the now empty doorway. He was snapped back to reality as he felt a heavy hand push the file back into his chest.

“Congrats kid, you passed your initial evaluation.”

“You … you lied to me?” Tyreel took the folder opening it slowly looking down at the contents seeing the first bio in the report. Colonel Nathan Williams, Code name Element Prime or “Prime”, the picture clipped to the bio was the lion standing before him as he pulled another cigar from his coat pocket and lighting it again with a small flame dancing at the tip of his claws.

“I been doing this long enough kid that I know your type. You just needed the right buttons to be pressed, and now that we know what those are, I’m going to teach you how to tap into those gifts of yours, or break you trying. That is … if you think you got what it takes to accept option two.” Prime turned as he took a puff from his cigar starting to leave not waiting to hear the answer. He had been through this scenario before and he already knew its outcome.

“I’ll do it.”

“I knew you would Havoc.”

“Havoc?”

“It’s your new codename kid get used to it. We will be coming for you at 0400 to leave for training.” Col. Williams said as he shut off the light and closed the door behind him. Havoc could hear him leaving as he told an orderly to piss off on his way out when informed of the no smoking in the medical ward.

Havoc did not disappoint in the slightest. During the next six months of nonstop drilling and training under Element Prime and the rest of his Peacekeepers, Havoc gained enough control over his abilities to use them effectively in combat scenarios. Yet Prime continued to push him. He would take Havoc to his limit and then force him through it every time instilling in the young half-breed to never settle and always strive to become more. He also learned more in the art of war and combat history and strategy in those six months than most veteran soldiers gain in a career. By the end of his first year in the Peackeepers, Havoc was out in the field where the action would be heaviest instead of doing recon or waiting as a reserve and monitoring in the mobile command center with the squads medic, Warfare. Tyrreel and the 8’2 600lbs Armadillo medic who was a one man wrecking crew in his own regard because of his impenetrable platelets and skin also became close friends having in common being the youngest and newest members of the squad at the time.

Over the next 3 year’s Havoc would continue to grow and impress Prime as well as his squad mates. He would rigorously train and constantly challenge the old lion to sparring match after sparing match to push himself despite never being able to best the salty Commander. During down time, Havoc and Prime would spend many hours late into the night playing chess or analyzing old military battles of how things should have been done to change the outcomes. The bounds of mentor and student would eventually turn more to that of father and son between the two men. On the Peacekeeper’s final mission though, all that would end.

It simply became known as “The Armageddon Impact”. It started with an explosion from Fort McClaren outside Washington DC and quickly escalated as a Lion Metafur drove a path of destruction into the capital. All caught on National TV the lion dressed in tattered military fatigues with a large glowing shard in his chest seemed to have control over nature itself. Civilians, Police, Swat, National Guard, even armed forces were scrambled from the remaining Fort McClaren and its sister air force base .It didn’t matter, friend or foe as all were left decimated in his path leaving a scarred barren strip of earth cutting through the city. The only time He stopped was when a group of Military Furs in similar fatigues blocked his path at the reflecting pool of the Washington Monument. The stare down between the squad and the lone cat lasted for what felt like hours. As the tension grew built around Squad and the lone attacker, the world around the feline became more and more unstable.

Finally a loud roar came from the Rhino in the middle of the group of defenders as the squad charged. It quickly became clear to all the on lookers watching from the live news chopper feed that they were all Metas as well. Though they fought with vigor and tenacity, it became abundantly clear that they were no match for elemental Lion as he unceremoniously executed the squad one by one until only Havoc and Warfare remained. The half-breed seethed taking deep breaths staring down the Lion. Finally the cat Roared with such power it caused the ground to shake and the wind to pick up causing the news chopper to back further away from the battle.

“PRIME IS NO MORE! THERE IS ONLY ARMAGEDDON! “

The former student and teacher charged one another in a clash of raw power as their fists collided with one another. The Brown stripped wolf/tiger with all his might threw a flurry of combo attacks at Armageddon whom evaded and blocked as though he were toying with his aggressor sneering maliciously until his overconfidence got the better of him. Havoc using the blind spot in the Lion’s right eye was able to connect with a claw across the lion’s chest chipping at the crystal for the first time. His former leader paused and howled in pain. He bared his fangs and quickly made the wolf/tiger half-breed realize his mistake. Before Havoc could even blink Armageddon had his fist buried deep in his ribcage with a bone shattering crack. Doubling over in agony gasping for air , Havoc only met an upward knee to his snout popping him right back up for a barrage of strikes to the face and chest before the fierce lion brought his right leg up and then crashing down on Havoc’s shoulder with another cringing snap. Havoc yowled out as the force of the blow dropped him to his knees. He defiantly glared up grimacing at Armageddon looking down on him without even a hint of weariness. He leaned down grabbing Havoc by the throat.

“So much potential,” he admonished disappointedly slowly lifting Havoc with one hand off the ground.

“Such high hopes, wasted on the young!” Armageddon began to tighten his grip around Havoc’s throat looking to crush it in his grip.

Havoc gasped for air and his eyes started to roll back. A numb sensation began to overtake him as he felt himself slowly slipping away. He was suddenly jerked back to reality as he landed hard on the ground wheezing and holding his neck as his body once more graciously took in deep relieving breaths. He saw through blurry tear filled eyes Armageddon’s body fly like a bullet slamming into the side of the monument as Warfare unrolled himself from his wrecking ball state next to havoc looking him over.

“You still in this Havoc? “

“Thanks kid…. I think my shoulder is broken… and I know several of my ribs are cracked.” Havoc took several breaths as the Armadillo runs his claws along Havocs shoulder before twisting and popping it back in making havoc let out a surprised yelp followed by a feline hiss glaring at Warfare.

“Just a bad dislocation we can worry about your ribs later. Come on Havoc, I know you war gamed with Prime all the time, you must have a plan up your sleeve.”

Havoc looks at Armageddon still trying to shake the shock off as he sees him leaning against the Monument

“Hold him there as long as you can kid.” The armadillo nods at the instruction as Havoc takes a deep breath focusing kinetic energy into his hands.

Warfare started to charge towards Armageddon curling into a nice tight ball as he takes off even faster. Before the feline knows what hit him, his body once more slammed into the wall as warfare continues to spin in place pressing him monument side. Armageddon grabbed for the spinning wrecking ball unable to get a hold. He set his hands ablaze holding them to the sides of the Armadillo ball still pinning him unrelentingly. Warfare’s platelets began to glow red and vibrant as Armageddon continued to try roasting him within his ow impenetrable armor.

Havoc looked to the Monument above, reaching his hands out and firing blast after blast of Kinetic energy beam into the monument as it began to crumble and collapse over Armageddon and Warfare’s heads.

“Get out of there Warfare!” Havoc ordered to his squad mate.

In the brief moment, Warfare stopped to reverse his direction and pull out it gave Armageddon enough time to grab at the armadillo peeling him from his protective sphere state. The Lion began quickly pulling at the massive armadillo looking to tear him apart with his bare claws.

Havoc as best as he could circled around for a better shot. Taking a painful deep breath and holding it, Havoc aimed for the pulsing jewel in Armageddon’s chest and fired several small blasts from the tips of his claws. As the blasts hit their marks Armageddon released his hold on Warfare who also quickly slashed at the gem for good measure before rolling back up and peeling out as the massive chunks of debris came crashing down on atop of a roaring Armageddon. The monument continued to crash down layer upon layer of destroyed fragments atop the lion in a massive cloud of dust. When all had settled, Havoc stood ready, his hands pulsating with energy, and Warfare claws ready to strike, slowly moved towards the wreckage. The ground suddenly began to shake beneath them as a massive pile of the broken monument dropped into a newly formed sinkhole. As they investigated further, they discovered a thick trail of blood and heard a loud ominous roar amplified from the acoustics of the hole. Armageddon was not dead but from the bubbles in the trail of blood, Warfare could tell he also was too badly injured to keep on fighting. The Peacekeepers had won the day, but at a price that cost them greatly.

“The Armageddon Impact” brought new light on the Metafur situation in the world. The rumors and stories of a black ops squad with super powers suddenly seemed a little less of myth and a lot more of fact. Quick to react and cover up as best it could. The government denied any existence of the peacekeepers. As civil unrest began to grow, the people lost faith in their government and something needed to be done.

Several months later, a news conference was held giving what little information they could on the events of “The Armageddon Impact” as well as a public statement regarding the Peacekeepers. In the end, the press secretary expressed his sorrow for the families of all those who lost loved ones, and officially disband the black ops Peacekeepers unit. Before the conference was over however, the press secretary continued saying that although how they went about their work may have been wrong, the Peacekeepers would still be needed as proved by the “Armageddon Impact”. With that said he introduced the new revamped, Peacekeepers initiative with Havoc as their new leader.

This new Peacekeepers initiative was designed as a homeland security force, its mission became two fold. Its primary objective was the defense of the U.S. from metafur threats both from out and within. Although later this would be modified to include non-metafur related crimes as well. However, with the increase of metafur activity in more recent years, Havoc and the team spearheaded a campaign to adopt a second mission objective; to increase and strengthen relations between the government and non-registered metafurs encouraging them to do so and even offering to join the Peacekeepers. Training and registration facilities were opened for Metafurs to freely go to learn to use and control their abilities.

During the next ten years, The Peacekeeper initiative under Havoc’s command would become common name as a force for protection against all threats. It would lead the way for legislation and creation of the Peacekeeper program. Although many may have their apprehension towards the government, and the ever drastically growing restrictions that are being imposed on unregistered Metas heroes.

Personality:
Havoc is a born leader. His years of military experience have taught him when to act, and when to listen to his teammates. He is very protective of the Peacekeepers seeing them more as his family than co-workers. Havoc believes strongly that no one is left behind and at the end of the day everyone comes home alive. Because of this Havoc often times will place the most dangerous parts of the mission upon himself in order to protect his fellow Peacekeepers.

As face of the Peacekeepers Havoc can come off stiff, rigid and by the book with little margin for gray areas. In the field with his teammates or in gatherings with friends he is much more laid back, flexible, and can be a bit of a prankster. One thing is true about Havoc though, He believes in the Peacekeepers and the good they do, to protect the U.S. and would not think twice to sacrifice himself for any member of the team.

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Havoc Character created by  jjshodan20 © 2017