[attr="class","official-title"]Michael Collins

[attr="class","official-header"]Sentinel

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[attr="class","official-content"] Michael has always been protective, protective of his family, friends and those he loves. He would put his life on the line for anyone who he knew would do the same for him. Yet things seemed to change a bit when his sister was diagnosed with a genetic issue that caused her spine to break down over her life time. This was something he couldn’t protect her from, something he couldn’t save her from. With it came pains in her legs that caused her to fdall and suffer numerous concussions aswell as other broken bones and the like. He gave up his dream of the Army, gave up his dream of going to college and even left the a girlfriend and life in Columbus, Ohio to move back to Central City to help take care of her. He would never tell her this of course but he had decided that only his family was more important than his dreams and though she was an adult, his little sister needed him and he would be there for her.[break]
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Time went by and Elizabeth’s condition kept getting worse and worse with nothing really the Doctors could do. She eventually ended up in a wheel chair because walking was too painful, soon after that though the pain was gone…and so was her ability to walk at all. The genetic defect seemed to never want to let up, causing Michaels sister to fall into depression and no matter how hard he tried to get her to let him help she refused. This drove him to be in as much frustration as in anger because now he could not only protect her from her genetics but also he couldn’t protect her from her emotional pain.[break][break]

Michael went on a self-destructive spree, getting heavy into drinking and smoking, this unintentionally upset his sister more and more. He never really knew though, she kept it hidden until three days before the Star Labs explosion. Michael came home from the grocery store to find his sister laying in her bed cold, unbreathing, holding a bottle of pills. She had a note telling him that she was tired of all that was happening with her disease, tired of all that she seemed to have caused because of her pain and tired of the fact that he was hurting to. IN the note she demanded him to take her death and use it to fuel him into things that were more important. She wanted him to become more then himself and do all that he had dreamed about. Instead he went on a drinking binge that last three days.[break][break]

On that third day Michael was on his way out of the bar to his car when he was jumped. Five guys came out from an alley next to the bar looking to beat up and steal from some drunk, instead they found a depressed and broken Michael who, though he tried to fight, was to emotionally distraught to do much except get beat bloody and left on the street. What no one knew was just then Star Labs exploded, releasing forces that were once only theories. These forces effected certain humans, turning them into much more then they once were. One of these was Michael himself. He lay there on the ground barely conscious when the force of the blast and its shock wave hit him, throwing him against the wall in a flash of blinding pain. When he woke up he found himself in a hospital where he was told that he had been for a full month. His wounds had healed but the doctors were concerned with the fact that as time had gone by his body and skin had seemingly hardened. They couldn’t put needles in him anymore, in fear that they might break off inside him and scalpels were able to only cut so deep into his skin. It had seemed like the first hundred layers of his skin had grown tougher and and more resilient. With this they said his muscles seemed to also have enhanced somehow.[break][break]

Even with all this talk of his body becoming different Michael left the hospital as soon as possible and found himself at the bar once again. Later that night when he knew he was completely plastered he was trying to walk to his car which was across the street. He never saw the armored van that was coming down the street and only even noticed it after it had slammed into him….crumpled into scrap metal before throwing him down the street. When he regained consciousness and found himself THOROUGHLY sober Michael ran home, unable to exactly understand what had just happened.[break][break]

From that point on Michael spent his days trying to figure out what he had become, hearing reports about the red streak, the fireman, The Arrow in Starling he started to wonder if he had been given a chance to protect again. He started looking over his sisters suicide note more and wondering what she wanted him to do with this new gift. Maybe she knew, in those final moments that he would and could be more again. Maybe she wanted him to become the protector he had always been for they’re family. Maybe that’s what he really needed to do, he needed to be a Guardian….no that sounded to cheesy…..no he needed to be a Sentinel for Central City and protect it where he could.

[attr="class","official-header"]Powers/Abilities if Applicable

[attr="class","official-content"] Enhanced Durability: Michael can take a punch and more, better then most normal humans can. Though he is not invincible he can be hit by a truck and only come out of it with MAYBE a broken arm and some scratches. Now if he is stabbed or shot he will bleed and can suffer and possibly die from the injury but the bullet would slow through his protective layer of skin and there is a small chance that it might even stop in that layer, same with a knife.[break][break]

Enhanced Strength: Michael can lift up to three times his body mass (250 lbs). This does not mean he can stand in front of a train and stop in in its tracks but he can deffinatly slow the thing down and with enough force behind him pushing on it could put it out of commission.[break][break]


Intelligent: Before his sister was diagnosed Michael had been in advanced English, history and politics. He had a better then okay understanding of science but was horrible at math. He was hoping to become a teacher after he did a tour in the army but when his sister was diagnosed he gave all that up. Now that she is gone and he has resigned himself to helping his city he is back into those goals, even going to Central City University to get his teaching and history degrees.

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[attr="class","official-content"] It hadn’t been hard to be honest. He had gotten ahold of the black leather jacket and did some modifications so that it now had a leather hood kind of like the Arrow sported, but instead of a quiver attached he decided to go light weight and just put himself in it with a sleeveless black shirt. Add his own mask underneath the hood, a pair of black leather steel toed boots and some padded fingerless gloves he used when he went to the Gym and he was set in his own little superhero costume. It might not be as elaborate as the Flashes and take a bit from what was already out there but it at least kept his identity a secret while he was doing this. Last thing Michael really needed was to be expelled or go to jail for vigilantism. He needed to go to college but he also needed to do this. His sister would have wanted him to do it and HE HIMSELF wanted to do it as well.[break][break]

Michael checked his gear in the mirror and made sure it his face was adequately covered. This was his first night out and he wasn’t exactly sure how it would go. He had done some recon, found the trouble spots of C City and was planning on heading to them on foot, though his best bet would be to stick to the shadows and keep out of eye sight of any police that seemed to be-. Before he could even finish his thought he heard the Police Radio he had put on his tablet going off on the table. It spoke of needing police presence at Banders Jewelers on 5th street to respond to a potential break in. That was what…three blocks away?[break][break]

“Perfect, time for these guys to meet someone new in town that isn’t using his powers to be a dick.”