Bludgeonist
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
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| Bludgeonist | |
| Player: @Darkshot Avenger | |
| Basic Data | |
| Origin: | 
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| Archetype: | 
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| Combat Level: | 18 |
| Occupation: | moving company truck driver |
| Personal Data | |
| Real Name: | Wesley Jonas Rayner |
| Known Aliases: | Wes |
| Identity: | not publicly known |
| Species: | Human |
| Age: | 25 |
| Height: | 6'2 |
| Weight: | 215 lbs. |
| Eye Color: | ice blue |
| Hair Color: | blonde |
| Blood Type: | unknown mutant blood type |
| Biographical Data | |
| Birthplace: | Rapid City, South Dakota |
| Birthdate: | July 16, 1985 |
| Citizenship: | U.S.A. |
| Current Residence: | Seven Gates, Brickstown |
| Religion/Faith: | aetheist |
| Sexual Orientation: | closet bisexual |
| Marital Status: | Single |
| Known Languages | |
| English | |
| Known Relatives | |
| Thomas Rayner (father), Rose-Lynn Rayner (mother), Howard Blaine Rayner (older brother) | |
| Known Powers | |
| enhanced senses (hearing, vision, taste, smell) | |
| Training / Abilities | |
| willpower | |
| Equipment | |
| stolen bludgeon tech from Crey | |
| Footnotes | |
- Begin interview transmission here.
Hey. I call myself The Bludgeonist. Why? Well, I guess I can get to that in a second. I'm just an eight-bit hero in the streets of Paragon City. As far as I'm concerned, I don't care if people find out who I really am. I just try to do all I can around the city and help clean up criminal act. I don't get it, though. In a place that people call The City of Heroes, there sure is a lot of criminal activity. What's worse is that they expect to succeed in carrying out these criminal acts.
Sorry, getting out of topic here. This is supposed to be about myself, right?
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My Life
I don't have much of a life to talk about, really. I was like most normal kids. But unlike a lot of other heroes, my past isn't too terribly dark. The more recent events just involved a lot of misfortunes you could say.
Before Paragon City
I was born on July 16, 1985 in Rapid City, South Dakota. So I'm a summer kid. Loved the season. I was out of school. I could go outside and play with my friends. Rapid City wasn't anything special. For the state, it was a big city with only about 55-60,000 people. It came to a point where I knew every street corner and every alleyway.
Too soon, I found myself becoming an active kid. So I eventually got into sports. As I grew up, I was becoming naturally built for football. I played all sorts of positions, but I felt most comfortable with being a linebacker. I guess you could say that I grew up to be a jock. In my junior year in Stevens High School, I got on the varsity football team. Because of that, I guess you could say I was a popular kid. I got asked out on dates a lot (though that doesn't really explain why none of them were cheerleaders), people wanted to be like me, all that stuff. I really fit in with people at school and was always considered a good kid.
How Everything Changed
It was a fall homecoming game that happened around mid-October 2002. We were playing against the Spearfish High Spartans. 3rd down on the last quarter. They had the ball, and I did what I always did as a linebacker. So I ended up tackling three guys. The guy who had the ball, his running neighbor to the left, and one ahead of him to protect the front. I jumped to tackle them, I caught wind of the running back and his guys, and I thought, "Cool, nothing to it, right? They probably got 3 yards." So I get back up and I try to help them up. The three guys didn't try to get back up. They barely moved. One guy said he couldn't move his hips, the other guy said it hurt to move his right leg, the other guy couldn't feel anything below his hips.
....Shit.
The game still went on. We won 28-3. I swore to everyone that I did what we had planned on doing. It became this huge local media. The coach even presented to the public what play we planned on executing. The coach even did a play-by-play. The public first accused me of having weights on me when I tackled those guys. CSI guys proved that false and all charges against me were dropped. I was having a conversation with my parents and older brother about it when he came home from college and it tore me apart. I was so angry that I ended up punching a metal pole at the park. And it made a huge dent and I wasn't hurting.
....Fuck.
My parents and brother weren't convinced so they took me to the ER to get x-rays. Bones were in tact. It didn't make sense to them so they wanted to run an entire physical on me. Get blood tests. All of that. Eventually... I got a DNA test which resulted in them finding out that I have an extra copy of whatever chromosome 15 was. Something about bone density, muscle mass, and muscle strength. In other words, they said I was a mutant.
....What the hell was a mutant?
I went to the library and looked it up. I didn't learn much about it from books. On the internet, I didn't find much info on it at the time. So I tried to confide with the other guys. I didn't understand what it was. That was probably the biggest mistake that I've ever made in my life. Since then, the school started giving me odd looks. The ones that didn't know any better thought I had Down Syndrome. I went from a ten to a zero almost overnight. The rest of my senior year of high school became hell from that point on. I became a loner. Football season was over and the other guys went on to do other things like basketball or started training for football camp so they can get scholarships for college. Could I really do the same? I was so afraid of hurting someone else.
Paragon City
I walked down the aisle on June 20th in 2003. Finally glad to get out of that school, I read an article on the paper about a place called Paragon City in Rhode Island. About how many freaks there are in that city. About how many people there were "supers". About how many people go there because they've been shunned by the rest of the world for being "different". I wrote a letter to the city explaining my situation and what had happened during my last year of high school and it somehow reached the hands of a man named Antonio Nash. He personally wrote me back saying to call him and "we'll work something out together."
I called him and he told me about Paragon City and how it was known as the city of heroes. He told me that I would be completely accepted here, no matter how "different" I am. He also told me that he was like me. Because of his DNA thing, he became a mathematical, scientific, and logical genius. He can calculate things faster than anyone else. He was willing to give me a full 4-year ride scholarship to Paragon City University with free room and board, free tuition, with part-time job opportunities optional. Though, I had the provision that I needed to help out with the Rikti War Relief since they just had this all-out war almost a year ago. I didn't care what I had to do, I was gonna do it.
I didn't understand it at first, but if I was going to a place where I'd be accepted for what I was, then I was there.
But it was hard leaving my parents. But they said they were gonna stay in Rapid City and they were gonna stay strong, and I needed to do the same. I finally left for Paragon City and I was absolutely... astounded, I guess you could say. Shocked in a good way. It was hard to believe at first. In Rapid City, you didn't see people flying above buildings, talking on rooftops, stuff like that. It definitely took a lot of getting used to.
Antonio got me set up with a scholarship so I can go to school full-ride for 4 years and I majored in economics. It was a fairly rough ride as far as school went and I ended up registering as a hero so I could earn a little money here and there. The hero thing wasn't something you'd call fun, but it was definitely rewarding. It wasn't too long, though, before I got myself into something too deep.
Altercations with Crey Industries
During the summer break in my junior year of college, I was doing tasks here and there for an FBSA agent. I ended up investigating what was going on with a corporation called Crey. Believe me, if you're in Paragon City long enough, you'll hear something about them. Anyway, they wanted me to investigate some stolen technology that they retrieved from the War Zone. They didn't want to get Vanguard involved so they sent me and a few other heroes instead.
We weren't exactly the most organized team of 4 out there so of course, things went wrong. We got the attention of too many of those security bastards. The fire girl got captured so we had to go save her. We did, and we got into this huge fight with at least twenty other security bastards. One of them tried to clock me with some sort of club. Well... lucky for me, I moved just in time to be able to get it away from him and used the club over his helmet-protected head.
I forgot that I was that strong.
After we saved that fire girl, we decided the mission failed and ran away from there. We reported back to the FBSA agent and said that we found nothing valuable. I still had that fancy club that they tried to use on me and the agent we reported to explained that it was something they called a square tech bludgeon. She explained what it did and how it worked but a lot of what she said went way over my head. She said I could keep it and when I told her I was going to, she suggested that maybe I should be someone called "The Bludgeonist" just so I could stand out a bit. The name stuck ever since. To this day, I still have that weapon. I wasn't gonna call myself The Clubbist, that was just retarded. Plus, Bludgeon sounded a lot more fancy.
Getting The Bachelor
Eventually, I'd work my way into earning my BMOS in Sociology and Economics. Sure it was a degree, but I never really got anywhere with it. Being a hero, going to school, and having an actual part-time job left me with not very much time to think about what I'd do with it either way. Ultimately, the only thing I could do was something that related to my powers. I was hired by a moving company when I was 23 when they learned I was a hard-worker and I could carry a lot of weight without much effort. Pretty much, I was a 4-man mover lumped into 1. I also learned how to drive a truck so if I had to go a long distance, I could take everything with me. Farthest I've been is Sacramento in California. That side of the country seems a lot more... liberal than the eastern side.
Presently
So what am I doing now? The same thing I've been doing for the past few years: working, cleaning up the streets a little bit, trying to be social, taking care of this... enhanced senses issue and getting used to it, just basically trying to live life as normal as possible. Right, live a normal life by cleaning up the streets with a blue bludgeon. I do what I can to keep the streets a little safer.
- End interview transmission here.
Personality
Inside Outside
Wesley is a giver. He can be generous beyond belief, and tends to give people the benefit of the doubt. This is one of the biggest reasons why people genuinely become friends with him. He is helpful, and is generally aware of others' feelings. There are times, however, when Wesley can be lost in his own thoughts. While this does not happen very often, he can daydream and he'll lose track of time. However, just because he is generous beyond belief does not mean people can walk all over him.
During his days of high school, he was one of the "popular" kids because he was in the football team. However, this was the only reason, in his mind, that he was popular. Wesley was (and still is) an attractive man and is fairly oblivious to the fact that people find him attractive in the first place. Due to this, it's clear that Wesley doesn't see people superficially. He will actually try to get to know you on an emotional level to see if you're someone he can trust. Despite this, Wesley is a difficult man to get to know.
His moods are easily influenced as well, though he won't lash out in anger nor will he suddenly start crying in the midst of conversation. If he feels like he is being verbally attacked, he will immediately become angry. In either case, it is best to leave him alone to let him deal with his problems.
In relationships, Wesley can be a very loving man. While he tends to be private about the relationships he is in, he can be very compassionate and intimate with the significant other. Once he enters said relationship, his commitment to it is pretty much total.
Quirky Notes
- Wesley is the kind of guy who has a hard time letting go of the past. If he's been wronged by someone or a number of people, he finds it difficult to forgive them. In the case of the people he went to high school with, he'd tell you that he'd rather see them fall off a cliff.
- Wesley is a closet bisexual. While going on dates with almost every girl that had asked him back in high school, he was physically attracted to the other guys in the football team as well. Of course, he never acted upon those desires.
- While Wesley makes regular visits to Pocket D, he also frequents a bar in Kings Row called Roundhouse Bar and Lounge.
- Due to his enhanced senses, Wesley lives in an apartment in Brickstown where it is soundproofed. He is a fairly light sleeper and his enhanced senses do not help him with this.
- Before his mutation surfaced, Wesley had dreams of becoming a player for the NFL. This dream, of course, is now just a pipe.
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