Name: Steel Sorrow Age: 33 Height: 5'9" Weight: 120lbs (Minus Arms)
Bio: Working as a lab-tech for Crey Industries seemed like the opportunity of a life time for Scott Peters. The one solution to all of life's problems, Money, thats what Scott needed and Lets just what Crey was giving him. and over the course of 3 years with aptitude and confidence Scott traversed the corporate ladder; Lab-tech, Research Assistant, Head Technician, and eventually he was given a project all his own.
Knowing just where the big budgets were Scott headed to the Weapons Development
Department where he approached the Senior VP with the idea of marketing
weapons to rival gangs. On the spot the VP, Marcus Helbrupt, took him under
his wing and confided in him Crey had been doing just that for many years.
Scott was transferred from Medical Technologies to Weapon Development where
he was directly reporting to Helbrupt. From there on the money and prestige
came flowing in like a river.
One night while taking a brisk walk to keep in shape Scott was jumped and drug down a nearby alley. At first he thought he was being mugged and prepared to hand over his wallet. But soon he realized that this was more than just a mugging. One of the large men dressed in a white apron, with some horrible unrecognizable stench said, "Lets get to work, and remember the cuts need to be clean." Then he produced a large type of saw and began working it back across Scott's shoulder. Before Scott could recognize the pain the world went black.
When he woke up he was in a hospital bed. He looked around and saw all
sorts of tubes and hoses coming out of him, but the most horrifying sight
was that his arms from the shoulder down on both sides were missing. Not
even a nub existed, and what more his legs below the knee appeared to be
missing as well. He began screaming and thrashing about wildly before a
nurse came in and gave him an injection. Once again the world went black.
Waking this time he saw Marcus Helbrupt standing over him. "Son"
he said, "We'll get the bastards that did this. But right now I need
you to make a decision... Would you like your life back?" "Yes!"
Scott whispered hoarsely, not giving it a moment of thought. This time he
did not see the shot, but woke up all the same surrounded by several men
all in suits. "Well, try to get up Mr. Peters." Scott looked at
himself and saw 4 brand new robotic limbs protruding from where his previous
flesh ones were. "What the Hell!" He yelled, "What did you
do to me!" "Calm down." stated Helbrupt, "We gave you
new, better, arms and legs!"
After that the numbness took over, Scott soon learned how to control his
new limbs even better than the old ones. He began training with a sword
at the insistence of his new benefactors, or was that malefactors, he was
unsure. Once he was to a point the suits were comfortable with Scott started
to get orders to do things, find a person, rough up a competitor, steal
and plant false information. All the while the numbness allowing him to
put aside his misgivings. Soon though he was even unable to enjoy the mountains
of money that were thrust upon him with each completed mission.
One night his comm beeped in his on-site Crey provided quarters. The comm carried the inevitable mission... someone needed taken out. Scott sat just staring at the message. Could he do this? Would he? "No!" he shouted. He made up his mind to flee.
He was upon them before they could react his appliance appendages gave
him quite an edge over the Crey Security Forces. With superhuman speed he
worked towards the main gate fighting for freedom. Eventually the battle
was over he made it over the gate, looking back he saw at least 2 dozen
men moaning on the ground some bleeding, some with some hefty welts. All
in all Scott was relatively unharmed a few bullets lodged in his limbs and
one through his right thigh. He sighed, "A small price to pay for life."
Since he had already earned himself a reputation on the islands thats where
he set out to. After hooking up with an old contact he was able to find
plenty of minor thug jobs, thieving and whatnot. Of-course he had taken
measures with his money, after all that was what he wanted most. There was
no way he was going to let Crey "Secure" it for him. So he had
it stashed in countless off-shore accounts and many many trusts and funds.
Months went by, Scott grew richer due to the different jobs he was able
to pull down. But the numbness did not go away. He tried everything, booze,
drugs, pain, nothing could break through. Until that is, he met Samantha.
She was hanging out near Pocket D. Scott assumed she was just another junkie
by her appearance, wet and unkempt, and was prepared to shove her off as
she approached. As she got closer she held out a picture, "Have you
seen my daughter?" she pleaded "No lady, leave me alone."
he shot back. "I have to find her! She was taken 5 days ago! Please
help me!" with that expenditure of energy she collapsed. For a brief
moment he considered letting her drop, but before he knew what he was doing
she was in his cold steel arms. He gazed down at her and saw that she was
no more. Her body had given out on her and she died right there in his hands.
Slowly the numbness began to fade and a deep pain filled his being to the
core. Dropping to his knees he let out a great wail. "Why?! What am
I doing?!" Slowly memories came flooding back how many daughter and
sons had he kidnapped and taken to who knows where. He always prided himself
on never killing but that wasn't true. This woman was proof of that.
He took the picture the woman held and slid it into his pocket. Then lifting
the woman over his shoulder he proceeded into Pocket D to find someone to
turn her over to. He found a Paragon City Detective who asked him to come
down to the station with him. As soon as he had given his information and
statement to a detective and insisting that he pay for all the arrangements
when the time came. He began to confess to the Detective as many crimes
as he could remember. He was left in a holding cell overnight, where he
got the best night of sleep in years.
Now Scott lives under an assumed name, not because he has to, but because he wants to. He patrols the streets of Paragon City as the Hero Steel Sorrow and he still carries a picture in his pocket.