Post by Colonel John Wraith on Jun 2, 2007 5:59:29 GMT -5
His name is Colonel John Wraith. An old nick-name of his was "Kestrel", no-one ever knew why. At age 18, he joined the army, at 20, he was in Weapon X. A rookie security guard who stood outside the room while the weapons were made. Once, he thought mutants weren't all that different from normal people. Then one of them slashed metal claws against his face, and killed nearly everyone in the facility.
During his years, Wraith has belonged to the Weapon Plus project, always trying to help run things properly. Before Weapon X broke off as its own operation, albeit illegal one, Wraith was finally made a colonel. During all his years, John Wraith has cared little for the experiments. He has told people like Doctor Cornelius to keep on altering them, make more weapons, and has made people like Trask build him a stronger army.
Wolverine. Sabretooth. Agent Zero. Deadpool. Silver Fox. Those level of assassins, mercenaries, fighters...those levels aren't made overnight. Grueling months went into all of them. Training, experimentation. Adamantium bonding. Mutant DNA bonding. If it was possible, Weapon X had used it. But, to Wraith, it was all for one reason, Logan. The one great weapon. Wraith knew how much his proceeder's' worked on him, fabricating a name, memories, and stripping them away monthly. Logan didn't have a life during his Weapon X days, he was given several.
Wraith looked over the Experimentation Room, the Professor's pride and joy. The reason for those three scars across John Wraith's face. Wraith smirked, thinking back to the first day Weapon X was made. He smirked thinking about the cloning experiments. He smirked, and walked out of the room, leaving as a poor, foolish mutant was strapped to a table, and was about to be cut open, and altered.
Wraith walked away, ignoring the screams of pain coming from the poor, poor mutant.
During his years, Wraith has belonged to the Weapon Plus project, always trying to help run things properly. Before Weapon X broke off as its own operation, albeit illegal one, Wraith was finally made a colonel. During all his years, John Wraith has cared little for the experiments. He has told people like Doctor Cornelius to keep on altering them, make more weapons, and has made people like Trask build him a stronger army.
Wolverine. Sabretooth. Agent Zero. Deadpool. Silver Fox. Those level of assassins, mercenaries, fighters...those levels aren't made overnight. Grueling months went into all of them. Training, experimentation. Adamantium bonding. Mutant DNA bonding. If it was possible, Weapon X had used it. But, to Wraith, it was all for one reason, Logan. The one great weapon. Wraith knew how much his proceeder's' worked on him, fabricating a name, memories, and stripping them away monthly. Logan didn't have a life during his Weapon X days, he was given several.
Wraith looked over the Experimentation Room, the Professor's pride and joy. The reason for those three scars across John Wraith's face. Wraith smirked, thinking back to the first day Weapon X was made. He smirked thinking about the cloning experiments. He smirked, and walked out of the room, leaving as a poor, foolish mutant was strapped to a table, and was about to be cut open, and altered.
Wraith walked away, ignoring the screams of pain coming from the poor, poor mutant.