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Hmm? You think you know me?You think the name "Trauma" rings a bell? HAH! You think not. You may know me by name, but that's all you know me as. True, I was here once before. And yes, I was part of the MH. But now, everything's changed. I'm no longer the weakling I once was. The toxin that granted me infinite speed has totally changed me. In truth, I don't know what I am. The ichor that flows through my veins no longer gives me light speed movement alone. Oh no. The toxin has chemically altered itself...into something even more cataclysmic. The things I can do now...they're incredible. Incredible even for my own standards, which I have to admit, are pretty damn high. What's that? Oh, yes. There were some others, and rumours are flying thick and fast that they'll resurface. They can do what they damn well want to do. I've hidden my existence for too long. I've been itching at another chance in this "FPL", or whatever you people call it now. Yes, I'm a speedster, or rather, I was. No, I'm not just "one of the many that have come through". I'm something else. I'm not one of these "Oh look at me I can run, really, really fast and break lightspeed!" morons. I'm not one of those moronic speedsters who have some bullshit "Oh I was struck by lightning and granted light speed and I can lend momentum to moving objects" origin. And I'm not one of those losers who have god-like speed, yet seem to keep getting their asses whipped, I know how to use what I was given. I'm destined to be here, in the upper echelons, and beyond. There's nowhere to run, and nowhere to hide. I am Anarchy Unleashed. I am Trauma.
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Anarchy Unleashed
 Teleportation: Ultimate
This is something that's still somewhat new to me, but i've slowly gotten used to it over time. No longer am I confined to the ground whilst I move at Speed. I can be 30000ft in the air, I could be on the bottom of a random ocean, or I could be behind you. It no longer requires effort to get me to where I want to go...all it takes it one mere thought. And considering the speed I can do it, well, one mere thought maybe all I need to take you down. Well, that is, IF I want to take you down. I may decide to make you hurt a little...or a lot.
Anarchy Unleashed II
 Super Speed: Ultimate
You know, we should really do coff...oh, sorry, hold on. Okay, I'm back. WHat? Oh, had to foil a bank robbery. Huh? Idiot, of course you didn't see me move. Your human limitations have no way to detect me. So anyway, I was saying...hey, is that a photo of wife in your wallet there? Hmm, hold on...yeah, she's not bad at all! Nice body! What? How did I get that just from a head pic? Um...never mind. Some things are better left unsaid. Excuse me for an ato-second. Okay, I'm back, man, that was nasty. That fool won't be walking again for awhile...
Chaotic Energy Tendrils
 Damage Shield: Superior
This mass of tendrils extending from me...I have no idea how they came to be. All I remember is one day passing out, waking up, and that was that. Must be something to do with what the black toxin did to my system. But anyway, that's not important. Yeah, this is how I fight, these tendrils have a mind of their own, and they attack anything they deem threatening. Oh, yeah, you're safe. As long as you don't pull a gun on me or anything similar, because the Tendrils would pretty much eat you alive. And that's putting it nicely...
Extending the Maelstrom
 Elongation: Standard
What's that? Oh, yeah. My tendrils can not only shred anything that comes near them, but I can mentally increase their range. Well, I'd do this for a couple of reasons. Primarily, I may want to end a fight quick, and not get too close. Secondly, there maybe opponents who can take what I dish out, and may need more then a few strikes. So, I prefer to stay at range to do that. Now, if you'll excuse me...back. Yuck, that was almost sickening. Still, he shouldn't have held up a school; the #*(&@ deserved it. Now, how about that coffee?
Embracing the Maelstrom
 Disintegration: Superior
- Armor Piercing
- Weakness: Not usable in terrain - Catwalk
Whoa! Man, it's okay, I'm not going to bite. Here, let me buy you a coffee. There, all settled now? Like I've told you before, my tendrils won't act unless there's an immediate threat...*Scream* Excuse me, would you? *Zip* *FOOM* Okay, sorry, had to deal with some f**kup who wouldn't give in. One of those regnerating types too...but his days are over. Huh? Oh, well, these tendrils...for some reason, they're growing in power. Not only do they put loser in a world of hurt, but they now seem to actually tear them apart...it's funny, watching someone break apart before your eyes. Oh yeah, for some reason, this doesn't kick in on the catwalk. Something to do with the fact it'd destroy the walkway, I guess. Anyway, that's not important. Just hurry up and drink your coffee already, I haven't got all minute...
Battle Smarts
 Tactician: Standard
- Weakness: Not usable in terrain - Catwalk
"Hey, Dude, long time no see! Up for a drink? Here. Hmm? Oh, yeah, I know I've not been here much...just been doing my own thing you know...Yeah yeah, I know what you mean. Hey, look, someone's holding up our favourite coffee maker. You feel like being a hero? Huh? Bah, I know you don't mean that. Here's what we're going to do..." *30 seconds later* "Dude, I'm sorry. I didn't know he had a gun...but look at it this way. Your arm won't take that long to heal, trust me, I...what do you mean why didn't I front him? I did! Just...not..like you did. Why did I let you do it? Because I've learnt not to go racing in all the time. There are people out there, stronger than even me. I got smart".
Precision Strikes
 Detective: Standard
This is something I can't explain. The Tendrils (NOT Tentacles) have gained some sort of "sixth sense". They seem to know where to strike alot of the time...I mean, let me explain. The other day, I was *buzzzz* fighting some badass who was wearing some sort of enchanted body armour...the tendrils were having a hard time *buzzz* Damn fly! Anyway, they were having a hard time penetrating it. Then, without me doing *anything*, the the tendrils struck this one specific part of the armour, and the whole thing came undone. Quite funny really. *Buzzz* That's it! Your ass is mine fly! *thwack* Damn. Never seen a fly in two halves before...
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Hall Of Fame!
Survival - 8 Wins!
Brutal - 2 Fatalities
