Fear...

It's one Hell of a motivator. It can get even the biggest coward to do things they never thought they could accomplish. It's what helped me get to the man I am today, one of the world's best leaders and the face of the US.

When growing up in the crime fueled city of Stillwater, you tend to learn to fend for yourself when everyday is a miracle that you don't die from gang violence. So I went to train myself to be the best I can be, making sure I won't ever be pushed around ever again. That anyone who dares think they can take me on will meet an early grave, freshly pissed on as well.

So when I was elected to be the commander in chief, I went to work, making sure to take care of all gang violence across the country.

The Vice Kings didn't see me coming and were forced to move their operation, far away from my country.

I was on the way to make sure the states were able to prosper. The Marines, the Navy, and the US Army, we had the very best to defend against America's enemies.

Then that damn Devil's Night came and those armored assholes invaded the White House.

Now, unlike the rest of those pathetic world leaders who hid behind their soldiers and just slightly extended their sad pathetic leaderships.

Me?

I fought my way out those high tech sons of bitches, tearing them apart, sending a message to whatever prick sent them. No one invades America, much less cross me, and gets away with it!

Even weeks after the world attack, I went to work, using every last one of my contacts to get any LEGION bastard I can get my hands on. I knew I wasn't the only one tracking them down as revenge can get anyone to go for the kill.

The next thing I know, Persephone Brimstone approaches me with an offer to join her Mayhem.

There would be no chance in Hell I'd be taking orders from anyone, and I'm sure she knew that. I saw it in her eyes, despite her tough exterior, she clearly was scared to even come near me. She knew even talking to me was a high risk, despite her skill, she knew I was deadlier.

She feared me, and I needed that.

As long as she has the information I need, I'll do whatever she says...

For now...

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Appearance: Wears the Purple Presidential Suit from SR4 with a Kevlar undershirt.

-A 5 o' clock shadow and dark, deadly eyes the show deep anger and dark thoughts.

-Black combat steel toe boots that have added jets on the heels for easy sliding and quadruple jumping.

-His skin tone is slightly tanner than an average male with combed hair a deep shade of hazel.

Weapons: 2 .45 Fletchers with extended clips and explosive ammo.

-(Max ammo clip: 24)

-He also keeps a Cold Steel Chaos Bowie 7-Inch Fixed Blade Combat Knife at the ready.

Side Arms: Has US made gauntlets that are able to fire off blasts of Ice, Fire, and can even use them both at the same time to get a better handle in a tough situation.

Melee: When up close, he can take down even armored soldiers faster then physically stronger agents. His knife can even cut steel, made of an unknown but sharp metal.

Mayhem: With his gauntlets and boots fully charged, he can, for a short period, break into a sprint faster than any car and can fire off blasts of Flame or Ice so powerful it can turn a entire room to an icebox or lava pool.

A/N: I'll be honest, I was very wordy with his intro, but am satisfied with this none the less.