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Westmoor City, 36 years ago.

Gregory O'Flanigen was the son of a hero cop. At about the age of 3 his father and mother were divorced because his mother had a drinking problem. A year latter she died of alcohol poisoning. His father, the hero cop took it upon him self to raise the boy on his own. Growing up with him, Gregory grew to love his tough yet kindhearted father as both a parent and best friend. At a very early age, Gregory was taught to improvise and be resourceful because sometimes his father was home for quit a while. At the age of 12 his life was turned around. One day Greg was late for the school bus so his father drove him. But then, halfway to there destination, the car's engine burst into flame. The car span out of control and flipped over. O'Flanigen senior only had time to push his shock stricken son out of the car when it exploded. Gregory was far enough to survive but the raging fire ball of the explosion burned a portion of the right side of his face (similar to Johna Hex). A good friend of his fathers, one of the few honest police men along side his late father, took the traumatized Gregory into his home and tried his best to help him through this tragedy. Gregory grew and seemed as if he had gotten over the loss of his father and his disfigurement, but that would be an utter lie. Ever since the accident, young Gregory became very paranoid, convinced that the explosion shouldn't have happened. At the age of 16 he talked his foster father into taking him to see the wreckage of the car which was taken away and dumped at the city dump all too quickly. His new guardian hesitated, tried to talk him out of it, saying that the wreck has surely bin crushed into a cube by then. Finally, seeing that there was no changing Gregory's mind, he took him to the dump. The dump, like much in Westmoor city, was an inefficient and almost abandoned establishment. After a day or so of searching Gregory found his late fathers car, or at least what was left of it. He and his guardian searched it top to bottom. Gregory started loosing hope and started fearing that he truly was paranoid as people were saying, but then the found something. A small chard lighter-like device was attached to the cars gas tank. Gregory was stunned. Why was that device there. Who could have put it there. Was he going to die too. He didn't want to die. He became desperate and a bit panicky. His guardian, seeing Gregory crushed by the fact that someone was actually responsible for his fathers death, reviled to Gregory that his father was working on case that didn't seem to be what it was at first glance. He was getting close to something he shouldn't. He was a cop that couldn't be threatened and couldn't be payed off so the solution was obviously kill him and his kin. Gregory, having bin taught by his father that the world might not be perfect but there was always hope, never thought that there could be people like that. But now he knew. And that is when the slow but steady transformation started. Over the next few years, he studied hard. He did his best to improve his mind and to broaden his knowledge. At the age of 22 Greg was drafted into the Avgan war. He didn't mind. After all the army was a place where one could learn many "interesting" skills. during his 4 year stay in the army he learned all there was to know about fire arms, military equipment, maintenance and repair of said equipment, tactics, stealth and a few other things. During his forth year of surface, he decided that he had what he came for and that to stay there would be a waist of time. So during an sudden and massive attack by the enemy, Greg managed faked his own death. After he "left" the army he went on his own, traveling through Asia, Europe, Russia and Africa, using his skills to earn a great deal of cash. He was employed as a mercenary and latter, after honing his stealth skills and gaining more experience and fighting skill, as an assassin. For every job he got a great deal of cash, he spent only on food and drink and some times lodgings, the rest he stashed away. After all his plan required resources and money is the ultimate resource. This went on for 9 years, by with time he became the perfect killing machine. His mind also evolved along his body and skill. He never neglected to study and improve his mind. When ever he was resting, he was ether reading, reading always relaxed him, or performing mental exercise he managed to learn in Asia. With the money he earned he bought a large collection of fire arms and other high-tech equipment he needed at the black market or other places where you can get what ever you needed and no questions asked. He was ready now.
He returned to Westmoor City in secret. He found suitable place where he could establish a base of operations. He crafted his gear, taking every possibility into account, and prepared everything that was needed. With the rest of his cash he got a costumed racing bike. It's housing was bullet proof and it could reach speed over to 200 mph.

1 year ago

File on the "man in red" by WCPD detective Carlos Desmund.

Not much is known about "him". He almost appeared out of nowhere. As if he surfaced out of the ground. There were numerous rapports of a man in red stopping several crimes in progress like: burglary, car theft, rape, gang violence, vandalism. All the would-be criminals were found knocked out or with bruises and broken bones, eager to confess and testify. This continued for some time until new rapports came that the man in red has shifted his focus on a private company owned by a man called Jordan Hartley who greatly helped the citizens of Westmoor and restored the city to full glory after a period of unemployment and decay. The rapports started showing the man in red fighting interrogating and killing a large number of gang members and members of the city’s crime families. Time passed and bodies piled up. Then one day the WCPD received a call about a brake-in at the central business where Hartly’s main building is. They arrived at the building and found its hallways littered with dead bodies of henchmen and security guards. Jordan Hartly was found in his office, barely alive, stripped to his underwear, handcuffed to a radiator pipe and the words “I sell drugs” carved into his skin all over his body. Surely he denied the charges, claiming that all that were the actions of a madman. But all that changed when one of the officers present saw what was displayed on Hartly’s computer: drug sale toots, lists of payrollers, evidence on other crime families, white slavery clients and a whole lot more. After the events of that day, the people now knew who their supposed “hero” really was. I was at the scene when patrolmen Derick saw the files on the computer. It was weird, it was if somebody opened them right then and there for us to see. All I can say is that this guy knows his stuff. Id hate to for this to reach the other officers, but I'm starting to thing that this freak in a cape might be a necessary evil.
End of rapport.

The present

After exposing the true killer of his father and false hero to the public Gregory moved away from WestmoorGregory died a long time ago and in his place rose a new man. A man who, in the absence of leadership, will do has to be done. A man who'll be known only as the Red Hunter by all who see or know him.

Description
Westmoor City, 36 years ago.

Gregory O'Flanigen was the son of a hero cop. At about the age of 3 his father and mother were divorced because his mother had a drinking problem. A year latter she died of alcohol poisoning. His father, the hero cop took it upon him self to raise the boy on his own. Growing up with him, Gregory grew to love his tough yet kindhearted father as both a parent and best friend. At a very early age, Gregory was taught to improvise and be resourceful because sometimes his father was home for quit a while. At the age of 12 his life was turned around. One day Greg was late for the school bus so his father drove him. But then, halfway to there destination, the car's engine burst into flame. The car span out of control and flipped over. O'Flanigen senior only had time to push his shock stricken son out of the car when it exploded. Gregory was far enough to survive but the raging fire ball of the explosion burned a portion of the right side of his face (similar to Johna Hex). A good friend of his fathers, one of the few honest police men along side his late father, took the traumatized Gregory into his home and tried his best to help him through this tragedy. Gregory grew and seemed as if he had gotten over the loss of his father and his disfigurement, but that would be an utter lie. Ever since the accident, young Gregory became very paranoid, convinced that the explosion shouldn't have happened. At the age of 16 he talked his foster father into taking him to see the wreckage of the car which was taken away and dumped at the city dump all too quickly. His new guardian hesitated, tried to talk him out of it, saying that the wreck has surely bin crushed into a cube by then. Finally, seeing that there was no changing Gregory's mind, he took him to the dump. The dump, like much in Westmoor city, was an inefficient and almost abandoned establishment. After a day or so of searching Gregory found his late fathers car, or at least what was left of it. He and his guardian searched it top to bottom. Gregory started loosing hope and started fearing that he truly was paranoid as people were saying, but then the found something. A small chard lighter-like device was attached to the cars gas tank. Gregory was stunned. Why was that device there. Who could have put it there. Was he going to die too. He didn't want to die. He became desperate and a bit panicky. His guardian, seeing Gregory crushed by the fact that someone was actually responsible for his fathers death, reviled to Gregory that his father was working on case that didn't seem to be what it was at first glance. He was getting close to something he shouldn't. He was a cop that couldn't be threatened and couldn't be payed off so the solution was obviously kill him and his kin. Gregory, having bin taught by his father that the world might not be perfect but there was always hope, never thought that there could be people like that. But now he knew. And that is when the slow but steady transformation started. Over the next few years, he studied hard. He did his best to improve his mind and to broaden his knowledge. At the age of 22 Greg was drafted into the Avgan war. He didn't mind. After all the army was a place where one could learn many "interesting" skills. during his 4 year stay in the army he learned all there was to know about fire arms, military equipment, maintenance and repair of said equipment, tactics, stealth and a few other things. During his forth year of surface, he decided that he had what he came for and that to stay there would be a waist of time. So during an sudden and massive attack by the enemy, Greg managed faked his own death. After he "left" the army he went on his own, traveling through Asia, Europe, Russia and Africa, using his skills to earn a great deal of cash. He was employed as a mercenary and latter, after honing his stealth skills and gaining more experience and fighting skill, as an assassin. For every job he got a great deal of cash, he spent only on food and drink and some times lodgings, the rest he stashed away. After all his plan required resources and money is the ultimate resource. This went on for 9 years, by with time he became the perfect killing machine. His mind also evolved along his body and skill. He never neglected to study and improve his mind. When ever he was resting, he was ether reading, reading always relaxed him, or performing mental exercise he managed to learn in Asia. With the money he earned he bought a large collection of fire arms and other high-tech equipment he needed at the black market or other places where you can get what ever you needed and no questions asked. He was ready now.
He returned to Westmoor City in secret. He found suitable place where he could establish a base of operations. He crafted his gear, taking every possibility into account, and prepared everything that was needed. With the rest of his cash he got a costumed racing bike. It's housing was bullet proof and it could reach speed over to 200 mph.

1 year ago

File on the "man in red" by WCPD detective Carlos Desmund.

Not much is known about "him". He almost appeared out of nowhere. As if he surfaced out of the ground. There were numerous rapports of a man in red stopping several crimes in progress like: burglary, car theft, rape, gang violence, vandalism. All the would-be criminals were found knocked out or with bruises and broken bones, eager to confess and testify. This continued for some time until new rapports came that the man in red has shifted his focus on a private company owned by a man called Jordan Hartley who greatly helped the citizens of Westmoor and restored the city to full glory after a period of unemployment and decay. The rapports started showing the man in red fighting interrogating and killing a large number of gang members and members of the city’s crime families. Time passed and bodies piled up. Then one day the WCPD received a call about a brake-in at the central business where Hartly’s main building is. They arrived at the building and found its hallways littered with dead bodies of henchmen and security guards. Jordan Hartly was found in his office, barely alive, stripped to his underwear, handcuffed to a radiator pipe and the words “I sell drugs” carved into his skin all over his body. Surely he denied the charges, claiming that all that were the actions of a madman. But all that changed when one of the officers present saw what was displayed on Hartly’s computer: drug sale toots, lists of payrollers, evidence on other crime families, white slavery clients and a whole lot more. After the events of that day, the people now knew who their supposed “hero” really was. I was at the scene when patrolmen Derick saw the files on the computer. It was weird, it was if somebody opened them right then and there for us to see. All I can say is that this guy knows his stuff. Id hate to for this to reach the other officers, but I'm starting to thing that this freak in a cape might be a necessary evil.
End of rapport.

The present

After exposing the true killer of his father and false hero to the public Gregory moved away from WestmoorGregory died a long time ago and in his place rose a new man. A man who, in the absence of leadership, will do has to be done. A man who'll be known only as the Red Hunter by all who see or know him.