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In 2004, a paramilitary group began testing a prototype droid designed for covert and dangerous operations.

Scott Thomas was nothing more than a series of contradictions to his school mates. He'd always been a larger, fit looking boy, and so he'd be picked first by playground team captains, only to let the team down through his lack of skill and coordination. The day he fell on a teammate, breaking the other boy's collar bone, was the day he vowed to never play sports again.

He was a smart boy, excelling in math and sciences but unable to make the necessary connections in subjects like literature or history. Even in the subjects he did well in, he would get so involved in his own thoughts that when called on by a teacher he would seem completely lost. His teachers were amazed that he was able to ace tests, but his classmates always assumed he wasn't very bright.

Socially he was just as awkward as in sports and in school. He'd carefully think through his responses before adding his comments, only to be laughed at because the rest of the conversation had moved on.

Orphaned at age 9, after a tragic accident claimed her parents, Jessica Alvirez became a ward of the state. She passed from foster home to foster home, never really finding a place to settle. All she had to sustain her were the comics and novels written by her father, an independent and only moderately successful author. Rather than give herself over to hopelessness, these stories and her own idealized memories of her parents fueled her sense of nobility and optimism. Good and evil, right and wrong, were as black and white as ink on a page, much to the discomfort of those around her who often dismissed her as naive and immature.

On her 15th birthday she decided she'd had enough. It was time to make good on the dreams she'd harbored for years. She packed the few possessions that were precious to her and crossed three states with the hope of finding her place in Paragon City.

Honestly, what did you people expect?

Did you think I was going to “go rogue,” and become Parks Commissioner or some damm thing, spending my days keeping the Skulls off the grass?

Or that after my run-in with Tyrant, I was suddenly going to discover the true meaning of Paragon, and my heart would grow three sizes?

Get real. I’ve learned some things over the past few years. I’ve learned that Marcus Cole is a threat no matter what universe he’s from. I’ve learned that if I want something, I’ll have to become powerful enough to take it. And I’ve learned that the people of Paragon have made their choice. They want a Locke brother to protect them, and they picked my brother Andrew.

Hey, great. Now, you can all go burn in the bed you’ve made.