Name: Joseph "B." Williams
Age: 12
Sex: Male
Subject Number: 128. [If anyone took this number, switch your's please]
Ethnicity: Mix-Caucasian/Hispanic
Physical appearance: Dark brown wavey hair; blueish-grey eyes; prefers compression clothing for optimum versatility and range of motion.
Personality: Silent-emotionless-reserved-well kept-"anti-social".
History: His physical appearance would dictate he prefers dexterity over strength, however this could not be far from the truth. Joseph's strength is greatly eclipsed by his speed. However during his abduction, his parents displayed no resistance. The Doctor present explains that Joseph's reaction was perfectly acceptable. However this "psychological kink" did not disappear over time. During one of the preliminary training exercises meant to introduce students to their new programs, one of the students was thrown to their backs and was ruthlessly beaten by none other then Joseph. After several officers removed Joseph from the unconscious boy and was given Iso for three weeks, the psyc. doctors could not explain what triggered these violent rages. However one doctor's intuition and several sacrificial volunteers determined Joseph's rage made him a "Berserker". His file has since been removed from low-security personnel consoles, and labeled Joseph "Berserker" Williams.
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RP abilities
"Are you sure we should be doing this?" asked one of the two doctors. He had been walking sideways to his companion who had been holding a sleeping child in his hands. The face of the arm filled doctor was stern and resolute.
"We have no choice," came his nonchalant voice, "this is the third child he has attacked in what the field officer explains as 'harmless Darwinism'". He took a turn that merely had the trailing doctor fall on his side. Once the latter had caught up, he replied in a panting voice, "but how many protocols are you breaking? How many rules can have you expelled from your profession, from THIS FACILITY!?" The other doctor was no longer paying attention to his colleague's loud whisper. He was merely nodding coolly to the guards at the doors before entering a room that was bright-white and largely circular. "Oh no not the isolation chamber." The doctor had seemed to lose all hope as the first scientist set the boy down in the middle of the room. The first scientist stepped away from the child as he motioned for eight very buff guards to file into the room. The second scientist followed his friend out.
After turning a series of corners and climbing some flights of stairs, they stood two stories above a now awake Joseph. "Good he's up." As he began to put his mouth near the microphone, the second one stopped him. "Please Regus, I beg you, consider what it is your doing. He's just a boy!" Regus had looked up to his friend with still steady but now cold and hateful eyes, "this boy is 'ill' Michael. And I am here to heal him." Wrenching his hand off the speaker button Regus began to speak.
"Rise and shine, Joseph. This is not a dream and you are very much in danger. The guards that stand before you have absolutely no restriction to your health and well being. In fact, they personally hate you. The moment I turn this speaker off they will attack you and they will kill you. Consider this as your punishment for you sins against your fellow man. Any last words?" Joseph was crying now, with sniveling hiccups and chokes for breath. He shook his head repeatedly uttering in silence No. His head swiveled back and forth between each menacing killer before him. "No, Mr. Williams. This will be the only time I ever refer to you by your name..." Spartan number 128 ceased to exist. His head craned low beneath his shoulders. His crying had stopped and his twitching body remained perfectly motionless. "...Well then Mr. Williams, this is our last farewell. GUARDS!"
They trickled in one by one with their preferred method of combat, however one by one each warrior was incapacitated. In a flurry of brilliantly executed moves, Joseph reacted defensively before going offensively on each broken person. Punches resulted in broken wrists and arms from over the should snaps to full body turn overs. Those who resorted to kicking ended with broken ankles. But perhaps the most brutal end was the last with whom Joseph reserved no mercy. Ricocheting off one of the limp bodies and air tackling the man unto the floor, he slammed his right fist into his left cheek (breaking both jaws). And then with his both hands (one on his limp jaw and the other at the back of the head snapped the neck with the face looking the opposite direction of the frontal torso. There was silence before the sleeping gas was poured into the room and silence thereafter.
The stained white doors opened to a room splattered in crimson red. Many of the bodies twitched in pain, other moaned as they exited from the unconscious state that they were in. Michael looked in absolute horror upo the sight before him. "Michael," came the almost faltering but surprisingly resolute voice of Regus, "I need you to go to the filing room and find Spartan-128's personal profile. Remove it from the main archive and put all his records on my desk."
"What do put for his name? Reasons for removal?" Michael asked his eyes not averting from the scene, "His name is now Joseph 'B'. Williams. And the reason for his removal?" He paused for a moment and then smiled as we went to pick up the sleeping spartan. And as he came back he looked to the open door and finished, "put him down as an 'unstable security risk'." And the doors closed behind him leaving Michael to stand in a room of splattered psychotic art.