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I am referred to as a chronic criminal for whatever that means, I am known as Silver Crow. I am none other then Quinn Alfreri, the son of Vincenzo Alfreri, better known as the Council's Maestro. My birth was shrouded in mystery, the fact that there was no record of the birth taking place. I know the truth. It was rumored that I was born within the Council's lab, using a portion of my Maestro's DNA alone, in conjunction with a highly dated machine thought to have been stolen in the future, but evidence to such occurrences are minimal, and I plan to keep it at that. That didn't stop him from loving me, his son however. Although the mutated 'creation' was a success, the resonance attribute present within Maestro's body had been augmented during the transfer of his DNA. This made my mutation a dangerous one, a more powerful version of my fathers abilities if you will. My very whisper was literally powerful enough to generate large shockwaves capable of destroying an area as large as a city block, and it grows more powerful each day. After one minor instance allowing a portion of this power to be known, it was enough to place a red flag. My father did what he thought was right, and for the safety of himself and I, I was placed into isolation for a good portion of my life. I would be limited to live within a specially protected area outdoors, until I was able to control my eccentric hypersonic abilities.
Due to a strange effect of the components in which I was made from, the aging process of my anatomy appeared to be more advanced than the average human. Throughout my shortly-lived childhood, the hopes of me actually grasping the much needed control had adequately exceeded my fathers expectations. Not only did I learn to somewhat null the constant resonance within my body, I acquired the ability to manipulate the hypersonic energy as well. I proved to be able to raise or lower the frequency of my soft whisper in which had various effects, depending on how I manipulated the acoustic energy. With this, I could emit certain pitches that had dramatic effects against the ears of many. I showed my true potential when witnessed having the dexterity to use surrounding sound as a source of energy. Using this energy, I managed to mentally control the directions in which the sound waves traveled. By allowing these sound waves to surround objects as barriers, or propel myself into the air by repulsing acoustic energy, Maestro learned that he was responsible for something stronger than himself. He was a part of the new beginning. If I showed this much promise, then I would indeed be dubbed an ultimate weapon. When it was agreed that I was ready to dwell within the real world, Maestro could only applaud himself on how I had grown up, how I came to be. Appearing to be within my late teens, the aging process of my body was negated to allow for a more natural life. This was the first step towards a new operation.
The day after I had incorporated myself into the now loosely knit Council, my father, for the first time in years, had a talk with me one on one. We bonded after all these years of misconception.. To him, I didn't seem phased at the fact that what had been my life was anything but a normal life, everything Maestro was doing and saying seemed to always come out the right way. Although it seemed like I was ready to forward in his mission, there were a few things left to accomplish. Placing a hand onto my shoulder, my father stood proudly by my side and throughoutly explained the reasons why I was here, and what I was here to accomplish. As the corrupted composer walked away, I stood there, my eyes oozing of sonic energy, I could remember the energy running through me. In order to bypass my inability to speak without killing the conversationist, a special chip was surgically implanted within my brain albeit willingly, allowing me to communicate using my thoughts. Although it took some getting used to, I was now able to compliment my already deadly facade. The signature black and silver suit I wear to this day was handed to me by the hands of Maestro himself, giving me the code name Silver Crow. The crows cries were demeaning to the ears. The feeling that I, Silver Crow was now ready to indulge within the Council's affairs couldn't have been any less doubtful. Like the perfect son, I committed to anything Maestro had ordered. I was to be self escorted into the Rogue Isles in order to learn more about the Arachnos, specifically about Lord Recluse himself. The easiest way to get into the Rogue Isles was with the Longbow, and I did just that. In order to attract the bait, I started to commit a large number of random and meanlingless thefts throughout Striga Isle.
Because of the already menacing control of the Council, bringing attention to an already focused on issue wasn't a hard thing to accomplish. I purposely placed myself within the hands of the Longbow, in which did just as I expected them to do, transport me to the 'Zig'. The silent Silver Crow waited patiently for every event to unfold. Although I planned to escape the holding facility inquired the need to cause an uproar, one more streak of luck dawned upon me. The Arachnos breakout had followed not too long after my arrival, and as soon as I learned about Recluse's 'interest' in me, I quickly used this to my own advantage. By moving up through the ranks of the self-opinioned underrated Arachnos, it would give me the opportunity to accomplish my goal faster. I knew my father was counting on me dearly, and I wasn't planning on disappoint. The first step of a thousand mile journey had begun. In order not to raise any suspicions regarding his affiliation with the Council, I was ordered to show no remorse towards my own allies if it was to come to that situation, the members of the Council. Maestro didn't care for the other fools, he only cared for me. This had ignited some sparks between himself and Nosferatu, but not even the creator of the Vampyri could deny the sinister father-son team we have created.
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