The atomic age brought a great many things to the world, and behind these wonderful achievements were the halls of progress. In these halls various minds pushed the world through science, quite a few of these endeavours were thought to be dead ends or were otherwise impossible for the time period.
One such project, fuelled by spreading paranoia in North America led Canada into a second atomic weapons program with the United States, the goal was to create a living bomb. A perfectly disguised nuclear "device" that could be deployed into enemy territory and detonated. However, the project repeatedly went nowhere. The program lacked the resources and information to produce anything substantial and those funding the process were much to cautious, refusing to allow them access to anything on a large scale. In the final months of the project one last avenue to make a living bomb was explored, chemicals and genetic enhancement, but again they struck a dead end.
One of the scientists, refusing to give in on his work, decided to test said experiments on himself and aside from minor sickness over the next few months no results were produced. The program was closed, files were locked away or destroyed, and the testing facility in the United States was demolished, with it's lower levels paved over.
The scientist returned home to Canada, where he married years later and had a child. This, this is where it would all begin. His daughter grew up having a normal life, her father grew sick in his old age but was well looked after by the family. Soon enough she married and moved to the city of Vancouver, the world moved forward, her father had a sad but peaceful passing and eventually she had a child of her own, a son.
In the year 2000, the United Nations Beureau of Superheroes was born, with Vancouver becoming one of it's many eventual host cities, and in the coming years something horrible would follow. She would come home to find her crying son, a charred room and her husband's burned corpse. The following months were chaos and soon, social services took her child, with no one aware of what was really happening. The experiments from decades ago had finally bloomed, two generations later in the scientist's grandson, Nicholas Dowling. His time in the foster system would be hell, despite all attempts to explain what had happened or the trials to reach his mother. Then came 2007, in the world's panic, Nico escaped, managing to finally get a hold of his mother the child raced to meet her, then the sirens came.
The Heavy Barrel crisis was the last event to rip the family apart, as the shell descended on Vancouver his mother's home was obliterated, and the young rabbit tossed into a nearby body of water. He disappeared from the eyes of the world, listed as deceased months later when the child could not be located.
Then in 2010, another terrible event struck the region. A young child walked into the lobby of the Vancouver BOS in Richmond BC. They were in severe pain, begging for help, and immediately they were carried inside for medical attention, at least until the screaming started. Their pain turned to hell, and in the following seconds the building erupted, from the outside explosions crashed through the windows and the whole structure collapsed. At least sixty people, both BOS agents and staff wiped out in an instant, and in the distance was Nico, watching looking down at his hands and realising that suddenly, he was the one in control, of his life, of everything. He had just sentenced another child to death, along with dozens of others.
And now, in 2016... Now it begins.
A little bit of insight into a new Colmaton villain of mine who I have been referring to as explosion bunny in group chats. Nico, much like my new hero Halifax can project explosions but unlike Halifax these are not aimed attacks, instead it's a large force released from his hands and paws. I'm sure he'll be quite the mess for the BOS and various others to handle, and he'll feature in a major story piece I'm planning out called "Ash Christmas" / "Fall of Vancouver".
Nico Dowling © Me
Artwork © Atherra
One such project, fuelled by spreading paranoia in North America led Canada into a second atomic weapons program with the United States, the goal was to create a living bomb. A perfectly disguised nuclear "device" that could be deployed into enemy territory and detonated. However, the project repeatedly went nowhere. The program lacked the resources and information to produce anything substantial and those funding the process were much to cautious, refusing to allow them access to anything on a large scale. In the final months of the project one last avenue to make a living bomb was explored, chemicals and genetic enhancement, but again they struck a dead end.
One of the scientists, refusing to give in on his work, decided to test said experiments on himself and aside from minor sickness over the next few months no results were produced. The program was closed, files were locked away or destroyed, and the testing facility in the United States was demolished, with it's lower levels paved over.
The scientist returned home to Canada, where he married years later and had a child. This, this is where it would all begin. His daughter grew up having a normal life, her father grew sick in his old age but was well looked after by the family. Soon enough she married and moved to the city of Vancouver, the world moved forward, her father had a sad but peaceful passing and eventually she had a child of her own, a son.
In the year 2000, the United Nations Beureau of Superheroes was born, with Vancouver becoming one of it's many eventual host cities, and in the coming years something horrible would follow. She would come home to find her crying son, a charred room and her husband's burned corpse. The following months were chaos and soon, social services took her child, with no one aware of what was really happening. The experiments from decades ago had finally bloomed, two generations later in the scientist's grandson, Nicholas Dowling. His time in the foster system would be hell, despite all attempts to explain what had happened or the trials to reach his mother. Then came 2007, in the world's panic, Nico escaped, managing to finally get a hold of his mother the child raced to meet her, then the sirens came.
The Heavy Barrel crisis was the last event to rip the family apart, as the shell descended on Vancouver his mother's home was obliterated, and the young rabbit tossed into a nearby body of water. He disappeared from the eyes of the world, listed as deceased months later when the child could not be located.
Then in 2010, another terrible event struck the region. A young child walked into the lobby of the Vancouver BOS in Richmond BC. They were in severe pain, begging for help, and immediately they were carried inside for medical attention, at least until the screaming started. Their pain turned to hell, and in the following seconds the building erupted, from the outside explosions crashed through the windows and the whole structure collapsed. At least sixty people, both BOS agents and staff wiped out in an instant, and in the distance was Nico, watching looking down at his hands and realising that suddenly, he was the one in control, of his life, of everything. He had just sentenced another child to death, along with dozens of others.
And now, in 2016... Now it begins.
A little bit of insight into a new Colmaton villain of mine who I have been referring to as explosion bunny in group chats. Nico, much like my new hero Halifax can project explosions but unlike Halifax these are not aimed attacks, instead it's a large force released from his hands and paws. I'm sure he'll be quite the mess for the BOS and various others to handle, and he'll feature in a major story piece I'm planning out called "Ash Christmas" / "Fall of Vancouver".
Nico Dowling © Me
Artwork © Atherra
Category Artwork (Digital) / All
Species Rabbit / Hare
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