Doctor Havok...Jr, a (somewhat ) heir to an evil organization.

Your name is Dirk Harper...or at least that's what you call yourself out in the world. You're a nineteen year old college student, your major undeclared and your path somewhat hazy. You're a good looking young man with Germanic features, your hair platinum blond and your features sharp and well-defined. You stand at just over six feet tall and, while slender, you possess surprising strength in your wiry body. Your grades are average and your social skills are about the same, both of which you maintain with very little effort on your part. All in all, you don't seem all that impressive or out of the ordinary...but appearances can be deceiving, as they say.

In truth, your given name is Dietrich Hauptman Jr, son of Dr. Dietrich Hauptman...who was better known as the infamous criminal scientist called Doctor Havok. That's right, your father is a super-villain and you, up until a year ago, were following in his footsteps in order to take over the criminal organization that he'd built up for decades. The fact of the matter is that, by the time you were fourteen, you'd already gone through enough schooling from your father to have the equivalent of a quintuple doctorate in biology, chemistry, physics, engineering and mathematics. You were a certified genius, by every standard, and you often had a feeling that was by design.

Because, despite the fact that your father maintained that you were born in the usual way, you had a hard time believing it as he was close to seventy when you were born and you never knew who the hell your mother was. You're actually about seventy to eighty percent sure that you're a clone of your father and, given a few...unique physical traits you possess, you are pretty sure you've been genetically engineered a bit to boot. That, however, wasn't why you decided to leave home last year in order to attend college. You could forgive your father for not being upfront about your being a clone and, besides, clone or not, you still had your own personality and were your own person in the end so what was the difference?

No, you decided to leave because, truthfully, you were tired of having only your father and his genetically engineered super-soldiers (your father had thing for animal/human hybrid henchman that he would create in his lab) for company. You wanted to go out in the world and experience life like somebody your age should. You wanted, in other words, to be a normal eighteen year old college student. You wanted to go out and have fun and possibly have an awkward one night stand or two with a drunk sorority girl...or two. You wanted to experience life, in other words, and, though your father had reservations about it, he decided to allow it. Because, supervillain bent on world domination and twisted super-science or not, he was still a good dad...well, more or less.

So he'd set you up with false records so you could enroll in college and, so far, things have been going well. You made a few friends, attended a few parties, had a few drunken make out sessions with some girls (no hot sorority girls though...yet). You were enjoying college life, honestly, and thought you could probably get used to enjoying it for awhile. Buuuut then came last night when, on your way home from a late class, you were grabbed from behind, scooped up off the street, shoved into a burlap sack and dragged off into the night to god knows where.

Which, honestly, should have been surprising, but, hey, you're the son of a super-villain so you're no stranger to sudden kidnappings in the night. True, usually you witnessed them from the point of view of the kidnapper rather than the kidnapped, but you would still be able to deal with whatever was coming. At least that's what you were hoping when, after an hour of being carried over somebody's shoulder and moving at surprisingly high-speed through the night, you found yourself being dumped out of the sack and onto the ground.

You blink against light as your eyes adjust after being shoved in a dark sack for an hour and you look around, trying to see where you've been taken.