Post by Thaddeus Thawne on Jul 25, 2020 17:13:05 GMT -5
Full Name: Thaddeus Thawne II
Codename: Kid Zoom
Age: Unknown (Appears mid teens)
Archetype: Meta Villain
Aliases: Reverse Impulse, Inertia, Reverse Kid Flash
Marital Status: Single
Affiliation: Zoom Family
Meta-Human Abilities: As an intended side effect of his resurrection by Eobard Thawne, Thaddeus has become a conduit of the Negative Speed Force. Garnishing many of the same powers and capabilities of the Reverse Flash. These include:
•Superhuman Speed: The Negative Speed Force grants Thaddeus the superhuman speed, agility, endurance, and reflexes that were lost to him when the Speed Force spat him out. As Thaddeus and Eobard use the Negative Speed Force, it grows and poisons the Speed Force, inhibiting it’s link to other speedsters. Thaddeus can see and react far faster than a normal human, fighting at speeds faster than an eye can blink, he can heal at accelerated rates, and can even produce vortex’s and mirages at a whim.
•Phasing: Thaddeus is able to vibrate his molecules through solid physical objects, allowing him to phase through people and buildings. Through a move called the phase jab, Thaddeus can vibrate his hand through another living being’s chest, killing them in the process
•Electrokinesis: The Negative Speed Force emits arcs and sparks of potent electrical energy which can be weaponized by the speedster for a devastating explosive blast.
•Speed Force Manipulation: High concentration of Negative Speed Force can infect the Speed Force and negate a few of it’s many gifts. Thaddeus’ aura weapons a speedster’s protective field, a mere touch can infect a speedster with negative energy which can fester and prove potentially lethal.
•Chronokinesis: A power not garnished from the Negative Speed Force, rather, one learned from his brief experience as Hunter Zolomon’s sidekick. Thaddeus is able to bend time on a localized minor scale. This slows time relative to himself, allowing a brisk walk for him appear to the layman as inhuman speeds. This power also allows for devastating explosive attacks and the ability to steal another’s mortal time, regressing the victim to the point in which he or she is an infant.
•Gifted Intelligence: A staple of the Thawne lineage, the genius level intellect and knack for scheming. Thaddeus is always one step ahead of enemies until the bitter the end.
•Hand-to-Hand Combat: Cradyl has trained Thaddeus in a variety of hand-to-hand and mixed martial art forms. Particularly those which counter his rival, Kid Flash.
•Craydl: An advanced automated intelligence of the thirtieth century. Cradyl is the unit which raised and nurtured the young Thawne sense birth. Training, teaching, and aiding him in his missions and efforts to thwart Bart Allen. It takes the form of wrist watch, a thirtieth century Siri. But with its own defensive modules and features. When called in to protect young Thawne, Craydl takes the form of a massive gelatinous behemoth. Another one of Craydl’s handy features allows Thaddeus to travel back and forwards in time at will.
•Inheretance: The name Thawne is a burden. A cross Thaddeus must bare alone. His ancestors and predecessors all pompous, sneering, haughty and cruel megalomaniacs leering over him every waking second. The lineage demands nothing less than perfection, and the stress and utter terror of failing a family he doesn’t even know haunts him nightly.
•Egomania: Thawne’s are always narcissistic pricks. It’s a staple of the lineage to be stubborn, cruel and egotistical jerks. They are infamously hard to work with, and constantly underestimate their adversaries, much to their own detriment.
•Cold: Sub zero temperatures and icy surfaces have the potential to chill Thaddeus’ molecules to the point in which he slows down all together. In particular, the cold fields generated by Leonard Snart can be particularly detrimental.
•Metabolism: The internal maintenance of all speedsters requires hyper metabolism to chew through fuel. Thaddeus is no different. He can fatigue regularly, and running out of fuel can usually be a death sentence in his line of work.
•Humanity: Despite his meta human capabilities, Thaddeus is still very much mortal. Certainly, he’s faster than a speeding bullet. But not stronger, nor more durable. The lad is just as susceptible to knives and other dangerous weapons as the next psychotic maniac.
•Inhumanity: Cold, calculating, and socially inept. To many, Thaddeus Thawne comes off as a robot. A psychopath even. He’s a rude kid, with a bit of a superiority complex. Not a bit, a lot of a superiority complex. But, sometimes his cruelty isn’t genuine (other times it is). Years of prolonged isolation have made him awkward, incidentally unkind, and a bit of a shy loner. But they’ve also twisted him into a rather mean spirited and ill tempered creature. He’s nice to some (or at least in his own way he is) but don’t expect much in terms of charisma.
What if your whole life revolved around a feud between family you didn’t even know? With and for a family you didn’t even like? Thaddeus Thawne II came into this world, not as a child and product of love, but a spawn of hate. A centuries old hatred he did not know nor understand, but one he must blindly follow. The age old feud between Thawne and Allen, worse than the war of Hatfield and McCoy. Rivers of blood red, yellow, and cobalt blue pooling in streams and rivers for centuries to come.
The thirtieth century, a utopian day and era in which Thaddeus Thawn I, current patriarch of the Thawn lineage, reigns supreme as president of Earth Government. It was that year, practically aeons from now, that an unspeakable sin was committed. The union of Thawn and Allen wrought about a child. A child of two lineages, two warring factions. Bart Allen. President Thawne attempted to weaponize the boy, a new tool against the Allen’s. That scheme failed. Of course it did, because Bart was imperfect. He was half Allen, pig blooded, hideous and horrible. President Thawne cloned the child, splicing his genes such that the impure Allen genetics were cleansed. The void was filled with pure Thawn DNA. Thus, Thaddeus Thawne II was created. The perfect Thawne little boy. The perfect weapon for this blood feud.
Bart fled to the twenty-first century, raised by speedster Max Mercury as his son. Thaddeus grew up in a lab. He did not have a father. He did not have a mother. He met his creator, President Thawne, only five times in the entirety of his life. All he had was Craydl, a cold and unfeeling A.I. which trained, and nurtured, and brainwashed the boy for war. Craydl and the false hope that he and President Thawne could be a family. Father and son, false hope for a day that will never come.
After years of training, Thaddeus was finally ready. The plan was simple, travel to the twenty-first century where Bart Allen was cowering, kidnap him, and take his place. Bart has taken up moniker “Impulse”. As an antithesis to this, Thaddeus became Inertia, the Reverse-Impulse. Inertia and Impulse has a single engagement, a scouting mission to gauge just how powerful Impulse truly was. Thaddeus was less then impressed. Inertia fled, only to return not long after, trapping Bart in a virtual reality and posing as Impulse for weeks.
Bart’s life... It was... Well, it was.... Magical. Bart had friends who loved him. Barry has family who loved him. Thaddeus had never experienced the sensation of kindness before. It was bizarre, and breathtaking. It was the only time in his miserable wretched life in which Thaddeus felt true and genuine happiness.
The love and the joy and the happiness.... None of it was real. It was all for Bart, not Thaddeus. No one cared about Thad Thawne. No one even knew Thad Thawne. These people, they didn’t care about him, they only cared about his lesser disgusting clone. His inner turmoil climaxed at the summit of the Speed Force. He had to kill Max Mercury, Bart’s father figure. The man Thad wished was his father. He had almost let emotions get to the better of him, but grin determination set in. This was the day he’d take his proper place in the Thawne lineage, and no one was going to take that away from him. He would’ve succeeded too, had Bart Allen not shown up at the last minute. Bart has escaped from from the virtual reality, and a scuffle ensued. At the end of it all, as Max was teetering over death itself... Inching towards oblivion... Impulse was ready to sacrifice everything It didn’t make sense. None of it. The affection. The trust. The willingness to die. It wasn’t logical. Thaddeus became lost in their wave of love... But, then grim realization sank in. It hit like a bullet. The pain, and anguish. Thaddeus, was alone. He’d never have the pride and the affection of a family. He’d never have the joy, the trust, the affection Bart and Max shared. He was well and truly alone. Alone, and worthless. Lied too all of his life, everything he’d known was meaningless. It was all meaningless. A senseless conflict that would never end. He was horrified, and he ran. Ran like he’d never ran before. Bart and Max were spared, and Thaddeus ran for what felt like an eternity and a half. He ran until the Speed Force got sick of him running. It spat him out like cruddy tobacco, and to make matters worse it revoked his powers.
It was at this point in his life that he truly had nothing. He was a disappointment, a failure, garbage, less then garbage. Homeless, displaced by time, powerless, less then garbage. Thaddeus considered many possibilities, some of which were rather gruesome. Most of which he’d prefer not to discuss. He was approached by Deathstroke, and given an experimental formula. Velocity 9, it granted him superhuman speed, but it was negligent compared to what he had before. Not only that, but it was temporary. Oh how the mighty had fallen. The next greatest Thawne, reduced to injecting chemicals into his arm every few hours. It was shameful. It was pathetic. He was no better than the average curbside druggie. Things seemed grim, but... It was a second chance for the would-be Reverse Flash. He had this lackluster hope that maybe, just maybe, he could have the love and affection Bart and Max had with President Thawne. Thaddeus lies to himself, but that lie was the only thing keeping him going. So he toiled on. In spite of how awful things were, he went along and rolled with the punches. He followed Deathstroke, joined Slade’s Titan’s East, even for his first girlfriend. She was a freak like him, Sun Girl. It was fun, but he really didn’t care about her. She was more important than his other teammates, but at the end of the day she didn’t matter, and neither did he.
Deathstroke’s plan failed (of course it did), and Inertia went about on his own. He had a few scuffles with Bart, but the restrictions of Velocity 9 were far too limiting. Yet... Thawne’s were nothing if not resourceful. Thaddeus devised a scheme, a scheme to kill Bart Allen and harvest his speed. Thaddeus tricked the Rogues Gallery into aiding him. They built a device, which Inertia claimed would allow them to commit all the crimes they wanted without the Flash’s interference. This was a half truth. The device would siphon the speed force out of Bart Allen (the Flash at the time) and transfer it to Thaddeus. The Flash wouldn’t be able to stop them, so technically it was true. The Rogues soon discovered the rouse. Before Thaddeus could succeed, the Rogues murdered Bart Allen, then turned their attention to Thaddeus. Fearful of their retribution, Inertia used what little of the Velocity 9 left and fled. Bart was dead, but he knew he was next. He didn’t even have time to process Bart’s death, for moments later, a livid Wally West tackled him.
Wally didn’t kill him. No, he did something much worse. The Flash slowed Inertia’s molecules, to the point that he was totally immobile. Wally placed the immobilized Inertia in the Flash Museum. A statue, paralyzed, but still alive. Still thinking. Still feeling. It was agonizing. Imagine every second, carrying on like a century. Centuries of leering, fat and hideous children poking and prodding at your display. Eyes burning like plasma from the inability blink. Alone forever, only to listen to obnoxious pointless conversations of gawking museum patrons. It was torture. After months (which carried on like a millennia), Inertia was freed by Hunter Zolomon. Zoom. Thaddeus became his sidekick, Kid Zoom. Granted the powers of Chronokinesis by this new mentor. Thaddeus betrayed Hunter, however. Reversing Zoom’s years all the way until he was crippled again. Then he was immediately killed by the Rogues Gallery. They were still miffed about the price void unpleasantness in regards to Bart Allen’s death, you see. Thus concluded the tragic tale of Thaddeus Thawne. Forgotten by love, forgotten by history, forgotten by his own family. He was dead... But, then came a flash of yellow. A horrible grinning face... Then suddenly? Life. God help Bart Allen.
Time. It was so.... Homogenous. The fluid sequence of hours and days and seconds... They all blended together like coffee, swirling and twisting into an unfathomable meaninglessness. Time was well and truly irrelevant. It could have been seconds, days, years even. He had no idea. No idea where or when, it just sort of happened. An inexplicable happening. From an endless unknowable blackness. Was that death? Was that what being dead felt like? That brief flash of light, an explosion of sparks and heat and cold, and then... Nothing. Not the feeling of heat, nor cool, nor the pitter patter of rain drops. Just an undiluted nothingness. Not even existence, just a sort of, unfathomable, unknowable, and unexplainable nothing.
Again, time to him was an irrelevance. It could have been an eternity, he truly didn’t know, but he awoke... It was horrifying. Not the sleep, but the awake... The awake was so horrible. He could see his smile, his twisted and evil and psychotic smile, yet it was not on his face. It was almost his face, some vague familiarity, but most certainly not his. Then the eyes... Glowing sparking red eyes. The devil’s eyes. Gnarled swirling red eyes with arching streams of random static. That twisted grin and those glowing evil eyes, they shimmered amidst a blinding flash of yellow. Yellow and red. The omnipotent snarling glow of God. It sputtered and shook with the ear damning howl of a helicopter rudder. A ceaseless sputter of sputputputputputputputputputputputput The hand of God extended, it reached out, reached to him. He screamed. Crawled away like a cornered rat, a blood curdling shriek howled into the night, and... He ran.
He ran like he’d never ran before. That’s right... Ran? The speed, he could feel it. It was back! Coursing through his veins, pulsating in his arms, like pumping blood through the arteries. It was so natural, yet it was lost... How? It was “God”. It must have been! What fortune! A second chance. Through blurry vision and clouded thoughts, there was but one absolute. The grand and glorious mission. His purpose. ”Kill.”
It all made sense, it was the only thing that made sense. His only reason for existence, there was nothing without the mission. He had no friends, he had no family, he had no weakness. Only the mission. Encoded and enveloped into the very fabric of his DNA. It was all he had, all he needed. He was a weapon, a mindless killing machine, he was... Hungry... Yeah, very hungry.
This was Thaddeus Thawne II. He wasn’t human, that’s what the President told him. Yeah, the President. And not just any stupid old President... President Thaddeus Thawne I. The wisest, most humble and caring creature to ever grace this island earth. The memories slowly meandered back, like a stream twisting and curling thoughts and regrets and angers back into his mind. That anger swelled into envy, and hatred. Bart. Bart and his stupid inferior genetics. Bart and his stupid worthless friends. Bart and his stupid worthless family. Bart and his stupid worthless clone.
Sprinting through nowhere and everywhere, Thaddeus surged forwards with a seething hatred for everything and everyone. A zooming bolt of anger and angst, scuttling away from an unknown adversary. Sick, and angry, and scared, he ran. Time, homogenous endless time. It felt like an eternity. It could have been an eternity. Perhaps it was? Or perhaps it was a few seconds? Perhaps he was going backwards. It matter naught. Time, life, love, worthless and bizarre meaninglessness. Run. That is all he could do. Not faltering, not fumbling. His legs felt as though were moments from giving out. Anguished fatigue scrambling his lower body and legs. Winds howling and fluttering against flowing locks of blonde. Tattered boots battering against some blurred pavement. Blinded by an anger he didn’t quite understand, Thaddeus was not able to catch the imminent collision with a speeding car.
In one painful instant, everything stopped. Ears ringing, body aching. He could hear nothing. Not the concerned driver, nor the sudden gawking crowd. Just one painful ear damning ring. Everything was so cloudy, yet, oh so clear. Kill The whispers of some internal programming reassured him. Failure. Failure. Worthless. Sweet nothings from his father, his master, his creator, his god. Thaddeus. A whirlwind of hatred and sorrow, swirling into every iota of his being. Kill. Kill. Too slow. Faker. It all felt so right, the universe aligning and informing him the truths of President Thawne. Thaddeus. The voice, oh so familiar. Some his, some another. Weak. Pitiful. Useless. Murder. Murder. Scum. Worse. The trance went on, everything made so much sense. So much sense that it hurt. Perhaps he was delirious? No, of course not. He was perfect. He was a Thawne, of course he was perf-
”No. It’s Wally West. Idiot.” This was the mechanical monotone of Thaddeus’s wristwatch, Craydl. Every word from the device oozed in some cruel sarcasm. Thaddeus was less then impressed. ”A pleasure as always, Craydl.” The device was cracked and war torn, with an almost distorted voice. Beneath it, the Kid Zook costume limply held together, shredded and torn on his wrist. ”This is not possible. The probability of your survival was four point six trillion to one. I took your vital signs, personally. You are dead. You are a failure. I affirmed this report to President Thawne months ago.” The machines time was dull and disinterested, as if the mere act of speaking to the young Zoom was an inconvenience. But, it’s insults fell upon deaf ears. There was but one thing on the young Thawne’s mind. Hunger. ”Craydl, I am an desperate need of provisions. You must point me in the direction of nourishment so I can complete my mission.” He was so hungry. It felt like an eternity since he’d ate. ”Of course.” Craydl’s invisible eye roll was downright palpable. It had an obvious disinterest in Kid Zoom’s well being, but followed orders nonetheless. ”There appears to be a gas station fourteen kilometers, East of your location.” Too far. Too long. Food. ”Affirmative.”
Thawne zoomed off, leaving only a confused and clamoring crowd in his wake. The blessed sight of that gas station and convenient store came almost immediately. It was hideous. A gaudy brick exterior, and some grotesque and slummy looking humans bespeckled around the pavement. It was terrible, but it would have to do. He needed food. Quite desperately. There was some reluctance at first (to stoop so low), but his intestines were screaming at him to carry on.
Thaddeus entered, equally displeased with the interior. Two unassuming and irrelevant workers, and an insurmountable amount of manufactured garbage foodstuffs of a bygone era. But... It was still food. He zipped past the first aisle, candies and chips rattling from the sudden swoosh. Those two workers exchanged uncomfortable glances. This teenager, wearing some costume that looked as though it went through a paper shredder, appearing out of nowhere. He wore some red and yellow unitard, with what little remained of a lightning bolt on his chest and some cracked orange goggles. Shreds, cuts, and burn marks riddled his chest and costume, as if he had just risen from the grace. His hair was greasy, and looked as though at one point it was gelled and well kempt, but now was erratic and wild.
The boy ran in blurred speeds between various shelves and junk foods. There were certainly many options, but few very appealing. Currently, it was between some alien form of spicy corn fry or this... Grotesque Lovecraftian creation of deep fried cheap sausage. It was all so... Strange, and kind of gross. Instead, he opted for a lime slushee. Zipping over towards some colorful cardboard cups, he plopped a straw in and zipped towards the slushee machine. Both employees eyed the boy cautiously, flabbergasted by his ability to blink in and out of one place, then suddenly appear in another.
Thaddeus fiddled with the slushee machine for a moment, then grimaced at the sight of some slimey glittery gloop oozing and oscillating from the machine and into his cheap cup. At first hesitant and disgusted, he finally decided to take a sip. -Slrrp- A sudden wave of pleasant shock riddled his features. He took another slurp. -Slrrp-
Then another -Slrrrrp- Then one more -Slrp- Until finally Slrrp Slrrrrrrp- The cup was empty.
Pleasantly surprised by that mucousy sour concoction, Thaddeus went in for another shot. ”Woah! Woah! Hey-” These were the protests of a fat grotesque blob of a man, one of the employees. Thaddeus really wasn’t in the mood.... He was starving, destitute, hell he was dead five minutes ago.... Just leave me alone. Leave me alone. Leave me alone. Kid Zoom pleaded to himself with a zip towards the chip isle. God he was hungry...... Like an animal, Thad began shredding through small bags of chips at inconceivable speeds, munching and chomping on massive amounts of potato chips, and slurping his drink between every other crunch. -Slrrrrp- It didn’t take long before a massive pile of crumbs and bags and garbage began piling up right there. Then came the date louse. Again. Why couldn’t he just leave well and good alone? ”You’re going to pay for those, right?”
The... One might say jolly figure approached the speedster, armed with a broom. Really? He was going to assault a starving super powered teen with bristles on a stick? Bold. Stupid, very annoying, not bold. Thaddeus gave a small and quiet sneer ”No.” And the junk food rampage continued. ”Very funny, kid. Now, either cough up the cash or get out of my store!”
”Did you not just see that he moves faster than you blink?” The second employee seemed to have more sense then the first. Far more, considering the sarcastic caution fell to deaf ears. ”Are you deaf??? Beat it!” The employee tightened his grip on that broom armament, staring down the costumer child with antagonistic intentioned. Thaddeus grinned. Facing his adversary, eye to eye. It was the Thawne grin. A despicable and downright evil slasher smile shared by all in the Thawne lineage. A psychotic smile which rivaled even that of the Clown Prince of Crime.All it took was a single yellow blur, and Thaddeus had the fat bastard in a choke hold, slamming the tool’s face down into the cash register. ”Woah.” the sardonic female blurred out nonchalantly as she blew a bubble with her gum. "I'll accept your rather charitable donation of processed garbage and liquid syrup." Thaddeus quipped in a droll and dead tone. "Okay, sure-sure, whatever you want... Just take it...."
"This is Central City, isn’t it? I can see now what ‘good’ your pompous, overzealous and outright stupid Scarlet Speedster does for this ramshackle corner of hell.... Honestly, of you selfish dunces can’t even spare a few rations for a starving adolescent, then what is the point in that lazy nitwit defending you all?” His words oozed nothing but foul venom. The evil little bully slammed his victim’s head down a second time, now through pencil displays, candies and chips, all of which scattered and splattered about all over the floor. The employee broke away from Thaddeus, falling to his rump. ”Heh! I'm doing you a favor by doing this. A lesson in humility." Inertia hissed cruelly, looming over his target like a mad dog. "Who the hell do you think you are!? Preaching humility when you're the one stealing food!!" The victims desperately claymores to back away, Thawne only stepping forwards. ”Me?” Thawne’s hideous grin curled wider. ”Who am I!?” Inertia lurched forwards, slouching a towering shadow over his victim like a maniac. "Ever heard of Impulse? Short, obnoxious, and stupid little sidekick to the Flash?" Thawne limped forwards, corpse like and cruel. The employee shuffled backwards. ”Well... Some might say, I'm his reverse." Oh God... It was a Reverse Flash....! Both of them were downright evil, the most vicious monsters in the whole city! But there’s a third one!? "The antithesis to Impulse is Inertia." The Kid Zoom proudly and exaggeratedly proclaimed. "Now, I've got a great deal pent up anger right nor, buddy." Inertia at long last reached out, grabbing the victim by the collar of his shirt, just barely holding his back above the floor as the Kid Zoom hovered over him. A manic and evil smile like none other. Sweat poured down victims cheeks, and a shrill shiver tingled down his spine.
”Let's see how much of that anger it'll take to make you bleed...."