(I kinda just winged this one but I finally done it. I'm ready to use this guy so much and be more active on the vine. My old Nelson look was boring me to death. So this is my alt _spectral_ enjoy.)

Hailing from an indigenous shaolin clan, the man known as simply known as "Spectral" was once an accomplished martial artist. Being the youngest son of the clan’s shaolin master; brother of two also the youngest however praised for his technique at the age of thirteen. His father as well as his master saw to it he would become the head of this veiled society.

Time would pass and the young warrior skills would improve naturally mind, body, and soul. Foreign enemies would try their hand at overthrowing this small empire but its force led by the child would triumph. The next generation was on the horizon and the young Spectral would soon become the leader of his clan while his father would soon pass.

Despite what seemed destined, internal tragedy would occur…

The young man now the age of eighteen would grow impatient desiring more than just his combat ability. He pursued power beyond his control and knowing which he would come to acquire at a price. Upon gaining knowledge of a rogue spirit said to grant powers of supernatural capability. The adept adolescent would summon the apparition before him.

A malignant spirit known as "Yama the fire shinigami" and he would converse over his said "gift" to Spectral. Yama would grant his omnipotent ability if Spectral relinquished his soul over to the demon. Ignorant to his unguided decision Yama would attempt fulfill his own ambition by taking the body of Spectral. Within a wretched hell-fire Yama trapped Spectral in his plain of hell.

The two would battle for possession of Spectral’s body, tormented through the confrontation Yama threw anything and everything at the man. Yet through sheer will Spectral would defeat the demon Yama in his homeland and captured the power he so desired.

Draining the demonic essence from Yama; Spectral’s appearance would change. His eyes that once breathed life would turn pure white with no iris or pupil. His strength would double surpassing superhuman dismissing his once peak human condition. Before him, his body would be shaped into golden armor while harboring unfamiliar but deadly weaponry. Subjective to most Spectral was now immortal; he could be killed physically but would be reanimated in the netherworld.

Along the physical change, Spectral now could use the powers and abilities of the shinigami Yama. He could now disappear and teleport from location to another. While also possessing a newly acquired power of flames; he could raise flames from the depths of inferno. Within himself Spectral obtained the ability to summon chain with the strength of a thousand tons of pressure.

Returning to his homeland, Spectral would be greeted by his frenzied community he once called his family. His brothers looked with disdain upon their young sibling. While his father who’s goal was to see his son lead his clan once he passed. Now looking down upon his son in disappointment; the many people had catch on to the fact Spectral dabbled in demonic forces, very well seeing he wasn't the same person. Spectral banished from his native clan exiled to find another life. Now a rouge warrior/mercenary with other world abilities, Spectral roams the world in search of a purpose and reason to live...

Abilities

Martial arts- Renowned fighter and competitor. Spectral is fluent in his language as well as his fighting ability. Combining his physical power along with astounding finesse.

Swordsman- During his tenure with his clan, Spectral already a fierce warrior; with a blade he is a human weapon. Now crafted from the body of the shinigami he defeated. He carries two large blades each named "Yama".

Hellfire Control- Like Yama, Spectral controls the breathing inferno that flows like water throughout hell. Able to summon it from the depths the netherworld the scorching blaze destroys anything in it's path.

Teleportation- Capable of transporting himself from different dimensions; his uses of this ability is to travel from place to place seeking opportunity.

Immortality- Within himself having the soul of a demon. Spectral is an eternal lifeform. However physically he can be destroyed through means like any other human. But he resurfaces in the netherworld reanimated.

Yama's Chains- Over the course of the short but demanding battle between Yama and Spectral. Yama would use chains that held the strength of a thousand tons capable of crushing bone.

Super-human strength- Qualified to lift six hundred pounds his own weight before his current state. Spectral now is capable of lifting one ton without straining himself. His muscle, body make-up is doubled it's appearance.

Peak Reflexes- Under the command of his father, Spectral would be put under intense training that some would find tormenting. Like eyes in the back of his head; almost developing a human form of echolocation he is able to pinpoint any enemy from almost any distance and position.

YEAR 3024...

During this time period much of colonies and pockets of civilization were lost and had gathered into a new one world population. People are not defined by race, religion, or culture. Much of it had been erased throughout the history of mankind. Now civilization stands as one prospering and striving. However just as humans did this so did another sentient race.

Beings known as “X” would somehow breed life and try to destroy and exterminate humans. The creatures replicated humans and infected others. The end of civilization as humans knew it was coming to an end. The standalone government known as “OWU” standing for One World United; stood to fight against the alien race; their efforts were almost futile as the military might of OWU were overwhelmed during “Massacre X”.

Many of OWU citizens and military personnel were infected during this human genocide. Leaving humans at the mercy of the alien force, but the OWU planned a final resisting action. A young soldier by the name of Nelson Sykes would partake in this last act of defense.

The soldier would put himself in a crucial venture to the past; to locate and destroy the source of the “X” infection. The OWU constructed a large shuttle that would freeze him and send Nelson him into the past to stop the alien source and secure the future for all. No guarantee or certainty was made when Nelson was approached with this task. But if it meant a chance at saving the world he would do anything…

The space shuttle named “001-Zues” would successfully take him through the depths of time and other dimensions but would ultimately have some drawbacks. Nelson was taken to the past one thousand eleven years into the past to be exact.

The OWU elite operative would be taken to present day year two thousand thirteen. Crashing in the cold land of Antarctica; Nelson is awoken from his frozen state and only knows his objective and who he is. With no knowledge of his current settings he is lost in the overwhelming tundra’s of Antarctica constructing a new goal…Get home…

ABILITIES & EQUIPMENT

Exo-suit- Nelson's fully equipped suit is beyond it's time as much as he is. Constructed almost like the Exo-skeleton of an insect the suit is a impenetrable force that preserves the operative through his journey in a past age. The suit's abilities is it's construction of the hardest of natural diamond leaving it almost indestructible. It also has a flying ability mechanic that streams from the boots of the suit. The suit also has telekinesis like abilities that allow Nelson to point his hand towards objects or organisms to pull or repel at will. The suit also has a built in feature that was constructed in the "002-Zues" allowing him to warp time and space for a short amount of time.The suit also has a built in healing system that restores Nelson whenever inflicted with injuries and revives him when he dealt with fatal damage. The combat system of the suit makes Nelson a walking weapon with built in rocket projectiles from his shoulders too his helmet's E-vision feature that allows him to seek out enemies a thousand yards away from him and also seeks the body heat of threats. But the most prominent feature of this technology is it's built in A.I. named "Allen". The A.I. controls the suit as much as Nelson does but is his main ally in his search for the source of "X". The A.I.'s Intelligence exceeds that of any super computer known to man, almost a human itself.

Weapons-

This weaponry that Nelson possesses has had centuries of study behind it. A technological break through in combat the "001-Plasma Pistol" is a quick access weapons that is strapped to Nelson's arm and is revealed in the blink of an eye when necessary. The plasma that is contained in this weapon is recharged within it's circuitry and when fired if plasma makes contact with someone they implode and are reduced to dust.

This rifle fires and operates the same way with the same deadly plasma; but is deadlier in a unique way. Firing at automatic rate and also shoots operates as a sniper rifle and grenade launcher firing large plasma blasts.

The exo-suit produces these destructive yet small projectiles. When detonated the grenades send a powerful blast that spans ten yards and implodes anything in its direction.

Abilities-

Intellect-As a young child Nelson showed much interest in reading and studying the past. His IQ spanned over the peers of his age group and his OWU soldier counter-parts. His ability to comprehend and solve any practical problem was why he was chosen to venture into the past.

Combat Prowess- While not the strongest of his peers Nelson is a natural marksman able to use almost any weapon with finesse and pure precision. Hand-to-Hand, however Nelson does not prefer he tends to pick off his enemies from afar.

Weaknesses-

Social Deficiency- Nelson is the silent type and has a tough time interacting with other people. This doesn’t help as he is in total out of place when he is sent to the year two thousand thirteen.

Lack Of Athleticism- While a mentally strong a perceptive soldier he isn't the strongest and depends on the exo-suit and his weapons for much of his combat. His physical strength is ordinary and is the next thing to any other human. This also is a drawback while never actually physically injured because of his suit's defense he would probably decimated by strong physical punishment. His stamina is also an issue he has dealt with throughout his life; he tires easily after over exerting himself.

(OOC/NOTES: Please read this...Ok, so this is a series I've started my other blog "An old friend of mine..." was

sort of the introduction to this this. This is a six part series of my characters origins (Hence the title) it's pretty long

sense this was the first of the six....Is this a fan-fic? I don't know but anyways if you read this thanks for checking

it out and if you read the whole thing I envy you but critiques and what not are welcomed -peace )

Chapter 1: Reflection

Among the restless, it seemed even with company. The emptiness that is held within the somewhat tired feeble heart of his; the years of travelling had served to teach Nelson lessons of life. Bad or good the mental teachings embedded in his brain, developed the philosophical man like many walking today. From loss of his loved ones to progressing and helping other lives of his large travels. Enter the mind of the young red-haired shaman.

He sat in a forsaken church housing the less fortunate that took refuge there. Even with the unusual eyes he possessed; he fit right in with the poor folk. Many had different stories but all drawn there to the same purpose. With nowhere to take shelter the folk took over the once abandoned sanctuary and made it their home. Still as rural as could be the people who housed the shelter didn't mind and adapted to the surroundings. The people kept fed making makeshift furnaces and rationed food enough to feed the body of people who lived there. People come and go as this was a temporary settlement people rested and left. But some would take permanent settlement, as they actually did not know where to go. Nelson was of the many that rested and left; pretty soon he would go back moving on to another place of refuge when the long night was over, after all he had been doing this for most of his life.

"Bowl of soup sir?" A young lady that was the tenant who served in the church offered Nelson the meal; He didn't take long to respond reaching out to take the offering,"Thank you kindly." He took his spoon lifting up some of the chicken broth blowing on spoon to cool it down. He had eaten some of the soup, but not finishing it having enough of the dish. He walked towards the tenant bringing her the bowl and what was left of it. “Thank you for the meal.” He said, looking her in the eyes. She looked at Nelson in his eyes as well, exclaiming softly to him; "Are you sure you’d rather not finish?" A small smile grew on his face as his eye lids shut for a second. "No ma’am the food was enough I’ll be fine." He told the woman who nodded she accepted his decision. He then walked back towards the back of the church where he was sitting and sat back down.

Nelson grabbed his carrying bag and opened up to reveal a composition book and a pen. The book carried much information that Nelson had been carrying sense he was seven. But he pondered a new thought and flipped a sheet of paper to a clean page. His hand gripped the pen and struck the loose leaf sheet and begun writing...

"I need to start writing in this book more often, sometimes with a life full of secrets and sorrow I can’t keep pretending like I’m the unbreakable man. End of the day I am human, I have to end this emotional coma I keep putting myself in."

Lifting his head back up to see the poor-folk and their children in happiness even in the circumstance they have. Children with makeshift toys or playing tag didn't seem to care for the harsh reality. He looked back down writing once more.

"I should reminisce one more time on the past and then I shall progress; like taking the thirteenth step sobering up on a drug program.” Chuckling to himself, “I suppose it’s time for a bit of…reflection let’s think back Nelson…"

Pulling out a picture from his carrying bag of middle aged man with dark skin grey hair and eyes. Nelson looked at the picture for a good moment. Some conflicting but positive emotions arose…

Flashback

The year 2007, Nelson was fourteen at the time. Nelson had crossed into the city of Liberal, Kansas. The young kid had been walking a long drawn out road that was made by him for fourteen years now. Only thing to his name where the clothes on his back and a backpack, It had been thirteen hours sense his last rest stop in Wichita. He had grown tired and needed to rest; he found what look to be a suitable resting place of an old bus depot. While this isn't the idea place for anyone to take shelter he was accustom to the many unconventional housing places. He entered the small square building, "Hello?" Calling out to see if anybody was currently in the depot, only thing that seemed to be in company of Nelson was a flickering bright light. Sitting on a waiting bench held in the building he drew out a ragged blanket from his back pack and begun to lie down, using his book bag as the pillow.

The boy’s eyes slowly opened to a figure standing before him. His vision still blurred from the long night of sleep resting he had. "GET UP KID!" Jumping out of the bench in panic he quickly got back to his feet startled. Extending his right hand towards whatever had woken him up he was ready to combat it. "Who are you what do you want from me; Are you with them?" Nelson stated loudly. "What are you talking about boy, look that doesn't matter what are you doing out here alone by yourself." Nelson calmly lowered his arm composing himself. "Here why don’t you come with me and I’ll take care of you for a bit." The man extended his hand out; Nelson hesitated for a moment and said "Just take me where you wanted to go." The man lowered his hand in disappointment but complied with Nelson not wanting to shake his hand.

The tall man was a priest who lived in the remote part of Liberal. One of the many people who changed Nelson’s life...

The two had walked into the man’s house where he lived on a farm. His wife greeted her husband the two seemed to love one another. Crossing her arms she then started speaking in a questioning tone, "Now who do you have their Marcus?" Nelson crept behind the man revealing himself to the woman. "This crazy kid was sleeping in that old depot yonder." He said telling his wife. Pure astonishment filled her once curious face. Dumbfounded she spoke to Nelson once more "What where you doing in there boy?" Nelson had looked her in her eyes silent and more confusion filled her. Obviously the wife of the priest was almost overflowing in discomfort but amazement. "Wha- What’s wrong with your eyes?" she said to him. The priest then responded for Nelson "Abigail he has an eye condition now leave the poor kid alone." Nelson stood beside Marcus looking up at him. He was surprised he didn't judge him for his eyes; even though it wasn't an eye condition he still didn't care for his difference. "I’m sorry but I've never seen anything like that, forgive me child." She lowered herself and hugged Nelson; He accepted the apology and hugged back. For over two months Nelson lived with the priest and his wife as the son they've never had. He helped around the home helping them farm and even adopted the religion of Christianity. Nelson felt happiness he hadn't felt in years and he hoped for it to never end.

A year later tragedy would occur as a mysterious fire was set in the farmhouse. Much of the collected peace within himself Nelson felt was being destroyed right before him, It seemed hell had overtaken the large once calm home.

"ABIGAIL!" The priest called out towards his wife who was stuck in the falling burning home. Nelson and the Marcus managed to escape but who Nelson had called mom was trapped in the inferno. "Marcus I’m going in and saving her stay here and call for help." He didn't bother to look in Marcus’s direction. He darted towards the entrance and made his way into the burning house. "NELSON, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" Marcus yelled in total distress as the kid he looked after disappeared into flames. The second floor had come down and that is where Abigail was trapped. Nelson rushed upstairs sense the staircase was right in front of the door. Fire immersed Nelson and literally melted him, He ran down the hallway to the left where the master room was located. Wooden burning rubble sat in front of the door. On the other side sat the terrified woman in a corner trying to avoid the imminent burning flames

“Abigail can you hear me!” Nelson called out to her she responded with a fearful yes. "I’m going to get you out of there just hang on." Suddenly an open fuel tank on the outside of the window busted into flames; Shards of glass and flames rushed into the window. Abigail was now even closer to the flames than ever before. Nelson had only one choice extending his left hand out into the room Nelson shouted, "Shinra Tensei!" In that moment a strong repulsive force bursted from Nelson; the rubble immediately flew from the door’s entrance and much of the foundation of the room flew in all directions and some flames diminished. Abigail had been no longer in the destroyed master room. It was obvious the blast sent her straight out of the room Nelson could only hope she survived. Seeing as he saved her from the flames but at an unsure cost. Without warning the floor beneath Nelson caved in Nelson fell into the lower floor landing hard on the wooden ground. He then blacked out…

A day later…

"I always knew you were special kid. But I never would think of anything like this." Abigail exclaimed in her hospital bed. Nelson had saved Abigail from the fire. She had suffered minor injuries, but lucky enough was not harmed entirely. "Let’s let her rest kid." Marcus said resting his hand on Nelson’s should; Just as they were leaving Abigail called out to Nelson "Hey boy, before you go." Nelson turned back around facing who he considered his second mom on the hospital bed. "Yes" he said to her. She re-adjusted her posture looking at Nelson and began to speak. "No matter where you go from here I want you to know I love you." Nelson immediately smiled and returned the adoration.

Marcus & Nelson walked out of the local hospital together. They sat on the nearest bench and both sat silent for some moments. Then Marcus began to speak to Nelson. "You know kid the day I discovered you at that old bus depot. I didn't know what to expect of you but I knew you were unique." Nelson’s head lowered staring at the pavement crossed arms sat silently as his "Father" spoke to him. "Remember Philippians 4:13?" He looked back up to the priest who was looking off into the calm sunset. "I can do all things through Him who strengthens me." Nelson also gazed into the sunset and began to speak as well. "I know things can’t go back to normal. I’ll be leaving soon; I want to say thanks for everything you've do-" Marcus places his hand on Nelsons head, "No, Thank you for everything you have done." Nelson immediately looked back at Marcus confused. "Not only did you go to the lengths to save my love, but you taught me to be a man of action. If it weren't for you my wife would have been dead." Nelson eyes wide from amazement he couldn't believe what Marcus was saying to him. Slowly removing his hand Marcus spoke once more, "Once you leave I’ll have to adjust my life accordingly; but you gave me the knowledge and enlightenment to go fourth no matter the trial." Marcus was smiling at Nelson at this point. While he was still in some disbelief the priest had taken positive out of the sever situation. Nelson smiled back and the two shared in the life changing experience throughout there last day together.

Present Day…

Five years later Nelson was looking at the same picture of the priest and who he considered his second father. He smiled at the picture even with the serious expression the priest carried he cared for the person who changed his life. The female tenant who offered Nelson the soup bowl was standing over him. She pointed her finger at the picture saying "Hey I know him." Nelson still looking at the picture, he responded to the woman in somewhat dissent. "You do now?" She drew back her hand and spoke once more "Marcus Johnson right?" Somewhat bewildered he looked right up at her. "How do you know him?" She hesitated for a moment as she didn't know Nelsons intentions, "Uhh… Well back when I lived in Liberal Kansas about a year ago he was my old minister for the church." Nelson excited asked her to keep going on about him. But she would tell Nelson something he didn't want to hear.

"Yes he was a great father cared for the church goers." Her expression then changed looking less cheerful. "Wha-what’s wrong?" Nelson exclaimed. She then carried on the conversation, "Well, unfortunately he was murdered…"

Nelson’s curious expression had devolved into pure despair, "Mur-Murdered?"...

Back in my adolescence I had a friend. During my time with “Them” I had already gotten to know some of the very great-minds that inhabit our nation today. I also had gotten to know many other kids in the same position as me, kids who were bliss in a compressed environment. Not just in a physical aspect but mentally but at the time we were too young to understand this. We were educated cared for and reminded how great our lives were even in the constant watchful eye of our parents employers.

Even as a child I didn't really buy into what my father had told me. But then again I’m not sure but I feel as if my father felt the same way but just never told me as if maybe he already knew how I felt. Regardless of what I call the imprisonment of my younger years; I feel as if I still had somewhat of a good childhood. For example I had a friend…

Now this may be the highlight of it all for me but he was a friend maybe even a brother I never had. His name was Jordan. His father worked with mine in the same sector of Cerebrum. We were never really allowed to see what our parents did in their work time. My father would always say "You can’t know what we do at our job; only your mom and dad can we work to bring out the best in people. Maybe one day you can also share in that ideal son. But for right now enjoy being a kid while you can."With a smile to back it up but anyways I’m getting off track, me and my friend would play with the other children in our time but we always stick together most of the time we were known as the “weirdos” among our peers. We would play games like tag, basketball, to hide & go seek all by ourselves. When we were younger he would always tell me about how he wanted to be the “king” of this world. I never believed him but even as a kid he showed immense determination for this; what would seem foolish to you and me was something he could look at it and behold something totally different.

Now by the time from what I remember when I had my eye transplant I feared I’d never see Jordan again like I said we were good friends and I wanted to carry that into the teenage years. Unfortunately that would never come to fruition because of the thing that haunts me to this day. Sometimes I wonder what my parents were thinking placing such a heavy burden on me at a young age. I would ponder it and I would shout their names even after their timely death. Why would they do such a thing knowing the consequences of it, a large organization intent on re-claiming what was there’s. Never being able to experience a real childhood like regular children; these eyes aren't a gift there a god damn CURSE!

I have to get off the subject because of its entirety still bothers me to this day plus I’m getting of subject. But I was wrong years later I would see Jordan again around the time I had turned seventeen, He had grown too much like me he looked a little intimidating somewhat but back then we always had a somewhat rivalry between us you know competition between kids isn't new. But I hate to admit but Jordan looked stronger than me. When he tracked me down I reminisced all the past years came back and I was filled with joy…for the moment.

Jordan then told me his purpose for tracking me down all these years, He told me he had become an agent of Cerebrum and was ordered to bring me back to them. I tried to reason with him and told him not to forget those days where we laughed and played together. It’s like he had been brainwashed or something his unemotional fixed face on me for that one moment and the next we were battling each other. We matched each other physically he had been one of the way tougher bunches of agents I had faced in ten years. We traded blows eventually; he gained an upper hand in our short but fierce confrontation. The fact was I was so held back by emotions of fighting an old friend. It wasn't right all that; that damned organization had taken away from me and they were still reaching their hand towards me trying to take a firm grasp.

At one point I was able to get it to a mutual feel during the fight when Jordan had told me something I still remembered to this day. "If you keep gripping the past like you do it will only lead to a bitter end to the potential you have Nelson." I tried telling him I will not kill my friend but he was still blinded by his objective. I had become overwhelmed with animosity while he remained calm and focused trying to take me down. Tell, I begun to lose sight of who he was and just fight him as if he were just another right off in the past of adversaries I already faced. I feared the worst I had injured him greatly even with the taste of his own blood in his mouth he stood ready to fight me until a victor was declared. Then well “it” happened

I had a blade drawn and he ran towards me at a frightening speed, but he wasn't going for me anymore. He collided with the blade hitting his own vital spot. He leaned on my shoulder while my weapon was lodged deep into his lower chest cavity. He then uttered the words "Remember how I wanted to be the king of this world…Well I've grown up sense then but I still feel strong on changing this world. But unfortunately I am not going to be able to do this myself. But I believe what your parents did, you have the potential to help this world and create the peace I had desired. Go fourth and be the saviour Nelson…" He had fell to the ground in a puddle of his own blood I knew he had did what he did on his own intent but I still felt responsible for his death.

My long time best friend was dead just like my parents; it had been because of what I possessed the things I loved where taken away from me. Tears ran from my eyes as his dead body that once gleamed with life was taken away in that split second. From that moment I vowed standing over the corpse of a once good friend and visionary to go forth with his will and ambition. I haven’t been able to really start his dream but his words echo through me. I’m not going to give up on them anytime soon just like he did only tell the very end…

(OOC: I was bored as hell when I wrote this it probably sucks but hey I just got kicked out of the KOV...Not like i'm being a sore loser about it...well maybe a little but that's besides the point if any of you actually read this whole thing I envy you.)