# The Warp (Biography)

Author: Volcan MacAingeal
Tags: Fighter, caribou, superhero, teleporter

The Warp
Other
Alias: The Ghost of Toronto
Secret
Identity: Daniel Tonraq
Occupation:
Superhero, Vigilante, Accountant.
   -United Nations Bureau of Superheroes: Currently
Unregistered Super
Nationality:
Canadian, Iroquois descent 
Home:
City of Toronto
Age:
27
Date
of Birth: July 9th 1988
Height:
6'0
Weight:
183lbs
Appearance:
Tall, lean figure, light brown fur with bright green eyes, a white undertone
from his muzzle down to his belly. Legs are also muscular, with black hooves
for feet. Usually wears button-down shirt and jeans when at home, but while at
work, he wears a navy blue business suit with a white undershirt. His antlers
are both normal, curving backward and ending with five spines along their
length, with two smaller 'branch' antlers closer to his skull, shaped like
hands.
   -Uniform: White body suit from neck down to
ankles, with red gloves, belt, cape, mask and calf-sleeves around his legs, and
also a red Maple Leaf on his chest, to express his patriotic loyalty for Canada.
Fur turns white, due to nanobots in his mask, and he wears white contact lenses
to also hide the colour of his eyes, giving him a very ghostly appearance. His
costume is made of lightweight fabric inlaid with kevlar, conforming to his
body fairly snugly, but with enough elasticity that it does not hinder his
movements. Gloves have reinforced titanium hidden underneath, which he can use
to block weapons or deliver painful backhand strikes, most especially the Spinning
Backfist technique, also known as Mat wiang klap
Weapons
and Tools: Bolas, Staff, two-way radio in ear with transmitter on left arm.
Power(s):
Teleportation
Residence:

Single-bedroom
condo in Fairbank, near the University of Toronto. Not further information
disclosed.
Base
of Operations: 
Concealed
underground area known only as 'The Bunker'. Hidden beneath a condemned
building near the Lake Ontario waterfront, the base is operated and inhabited
by Warp's friend and ally, former Yakuza member Akio Akechi, who creates his
tools and also designed his costume. The Bunker is powered by a diesel-fueled
generator hidden in the basement of the building above, which is sealed off by
a boarded-up door.
The
Bunker consists of only four rooms. The main room, where Akio spends most of
his day, is called the work area, and divided into two sections; the work
bench, where Warp's tools are made by Akio himself, and the listening post with
a state-of-the-art computer, a police scanner, and a radio and television that
are always tuned to local news networks, where Warp can monitor happenings
around the city while not out on patrol. Since Akio never leaves The Bunker, a
fold-out cot is placed next to the listening post where he can sleep.
The
other two rooms are located at the back. The first is known as the wash closet,
where a laundry and bathroom facilities can be found, tapped directly into the
city's water main, and the base has its own hot water heater, powered by
electricity. The next room over is the medical room, with all the necessary
items for first-aid if Warp is injured in the field or if he rescues someone
who is hurt, and includes a second cot.
Skills:
Martial
Red
Sash level in Muai Thai, side-trained in Krabi-krabong (staff-fighting)
Has
mastered every fist and elbow technique in Muai Thai
Specializes
in Blocking
Uses
the Flying Knee technique for surprise attacks
Adept
in Pressure Points
Mental
Master's
degree in Mathematics
Specializes
in Calculations
Career
Accountant, specialty in bookkeeping
Adept
in basic psychology
Uses
Ambush tactics to take on entire groups of criminals
Physical
Can
benchpress 250 pounds, and leg press 560
Flexible
body
Highly
developed reflexes
Weakness(es):
-No
stronger or faster than other athletes of his size
Teleportation
is limited to only two kilometers. Also Cannot teleport into a place he has not
seen before
 -Relies greatly on surprise-attacks from a
distance; if someone notifies his target of his coming and that surprise is
lost, it'll force him to change his approach
 -Cannot teleport if he is pressured by an
opponent, leaving him unable to concentrate on a target location to warp to
-Any
momentum generated prior to teleporting, including sprints, tumbles, falls or
in the midst of an attack are carried with him when he teleports, and continue
when he reappears. If he is falling off of a building or high rise, and
teleports part of the way down, wherever he reappears he will continue falling
at the same velocity as before he warped; this can make it hazardous for him to
fight at locations high off of the ground.
Information:
            From the Journal of The Warp:
            My name is Daniel Tonraq.
                At least, that's how the public knows me. Ah, but maybe I flatter
myself believing even that. The public knows me as a mere Accountant in the
city of Toronto. I graduated from University as a Mathematician and in
Accounting specializing in bookkeeping and general mathematics -most call me a
genius at calculations and algebra, but if you know how to read them I really
do not find them all that complicated. But, it was enough to land me a job with
honors at a rather prestigious firm in Toronto.
Now, for the sake
of protecting my associates from prying eyes that may find this journal of
mine, I will not name the accounting firm I work for. I will simply refer to it
as... 'The Workplace', for now.
But the world
knows me by other names -names that are not public knowledge, that when heard
are not traced back to me, but to a vigilante that prowls the streets of
Toronto, preying upon the criminal underworld. Names that, honestly sound silly
to me sometimes, but they bring terror to the unjust -robbers, killers, and most
of all, foreign crime factions.
The Ghost of
Toronto.
The Terror of
Foreign Crime.
The Mob-Killer
-though I do stress, I have not killed anyone.
The Patriotic
Vigilante.
Okay, that
last one made me laugh when I first heard it... it must be because I have
customized the colours of my uniform to match that of the Canadian Flag. I
confess, I love my country; does that make me a patriot? Perhaps it does, but I
like to believe my patriotism is my willingness to bring Canada where it always
should have been; to prevent this multicultural wonder of the world from
becoming a den of thieves from other countries. Scum like the Triads, the
Yakuza, the Mafia factions of Russia, Germany, Italy -all of those, and the
Hell's Angels alike. The biggest names in organized crime...
And the first
victims of my vengeance when I became The Warp.
Yes... I was
motivated by loss and revenge in the beginning. My mother and father were both
killed by foreign crime syndicates; like myself, my mother was an accountant,
and worked for the mob unknowingly. When she found out the truth, she did not
cower behind the knowledge; she did the right thing, turning all the
information she had over to the RCMP and trusting them to deal with the mob.
I assume you
believe this is where I say the RCMP were bought out, and gunned her down
themselves or sold her to the mob for their own profit? Were my story so
predictable, perhaps I would not even need to tell it.
No... the RCMP
attempted to deal with the mob; they were not bought out, they simply had never
found enough evidence against them until then. They made their move on Mafia
hideouts, resulting in a firefight that chased them out of the city. However,
on their way out, they chose to tie up loose ends; they indiscriminately killed
everyone who worked for them, except for 'family' -namely anyone who wasn't
part of the mob directly became new inhabitants of the local mortuary...
including my mother.
The RCMP
failed. They tried... but the members of the Mafia that murdered my mother were
far more numerous than the Toronto Police, numbering tens of thousands -more
than anyone in the city ever dared to believe actually lived there, right under
their very noses. And so my mother died, but was regarded as a hero to the city
for her bravery in turning over those she had been working for. They even built
a new school over one of the mob hideouts that were destroyed and named it
after her in her honor.
I was proud of
her... but my father was lost.
He was angry
with her; angry that she put herself, and -he convinced himself- her husband
and only son, in harm's way like that. She should have simply quit and left,
keeping quiet and keeping the attention of the mob away from herself. I know in
my heart my father was also proud of her for what she did, but the grief in his
own outweighed his pride. He took to drinking -he was not an angry drunk, but
he was a foolish one, spouting nonsense about the crime factions in the city in
the middle of his favorite pub.
Apparently
though this did not sit well with a member of the Yakuza who happened to be
there one night. He turned on my father, interpreting his words as a dishonor
to his 'clan', and forced him out to the street and into an alley. I don't know
what my father did after that... but I know what became of him; his head was rend
from his shoulders by a katana the man had been carrying -a katana
misidentified as a kendo practice sword because of its black scabbard and
handle, followed by the lack of a hilt; to anyone it looked like an ordinary
practice sword, but hidden inside was an old but efficient weapon.
And in the
span of a year... I was an orphan at the age of fourteen.
I was taken in
by my aunt -my mother's sister, who raised me in Ottawa, far from the horrors I
had endured in Toronto. But I always intended to return eventually... I would not
let the syndicates that had taken my family continue to thrive in my city -my hometown... my country. Canada prides itself on being welcoming of other
cultures, giving them a place far from the dangers of their own homeland, but
there are times even I feel we are too welcoming.
Although
Canada remains the country with one of the lowest crime rates on Earth, my
words prove that it still exists. But I would put an end to it -so help me, I
would end it.
During my time
living with my aunt, I took up various practices. I enlisted in a martial arts
school, teaching Muai Thai -a powerful fighting art, known also as 'the art of
eight limbs' focusing on the use of every limb, every joint, as a weapon. A
leader in the world of martial arts, designed for full-contact combat. I
practiced this on the side during my years in High School, and continued to
practice throughout my years in University, eventually reaching the rank of 'red
sash' -the highest rank before the teacher level, with a specialty in the fist
and elbow-strike techniques. Alongside this I was also taught Krabi-krabong; a
sword-staff fighting art derived from Muai Thai.
But it was
during this time I also discovered I was gifted.
It happened
completely by accident; I was running late for school having missed my bus, as
I had twice that week; my teacher had warned me that if I was late one more
time it would affect my grade. I was so close to graduating with honors that I
could not afford to lose my straight-A grades in Mathematics! I pleaded to the
heavens above thatI would arrive on time, and ran, and ran, and...
Suddenly ran
face-first into my locker.
Yes, laugh all
you want, but I unmistakably had been, merely seconds before, twenty blocks
from my school; had I somehow forgotten the whole trip and miraculously arrived
on time? A glance at my watch resulted in the discarding of that theory; it had
only been a minute since I last looked at it -not even star athletes could run
that distance in sixty seconds, and I had even arrived before classes were
about to start! By my calculations, gauging the average stop-light time and the
number of crosswalks between my previous...
 I guess you really don't care about the
specifics. But it should have taken me at least another half hour to make it to
school on foot, yet somehow I had spontaneously appeared right where I wanted
to be; a place I knew and remembered well, able to picture it in my mind
exactly the way it was. This haunted me all day -I nearly failed a pop quiz in
my history class because of my distraction. On the way home, I kept trying to
make it happen again; I tried to travel into a movie theater, but I'd never
been inside of this one in particular -I had no idea what the inside was like.
I tried
several other locations, but it wasn't until I thought that I wanted to go home
that I very suddenly appeared there. Another look at my watch; it was exactly
the same time as just before I had appeared -merely two seconds had passed. As
hard as it was to believe, I actually had the gift of Teleportation! 
Setting up a
camera in my room, and recording myself performing it, I found I actually
seemingly vanished in a flash of light so instant -like the muzzle flash of a
gunshot, being the closest comparison I could think of. Even in super slow
motion, I could not see more than a mere blink of light before I vanished and
appeared elsewhere. I tested and tested, trying to find out... actually I no
longer know what I was trying to learn. But I quickly found out the effort
exhausted me, and I collapsed onto my bed two hours before my usual bed time.
My aunt woke me for dinner an hour later, surprised as I was to find me asleep.
I told my aunt
what had happened -predictably, she didn't believe me, until I held her by the
hand and teleported both of us down to the kitchen. She was so shocked, I
thought she would run out the backdoor screaming profanity and Catholic curses,
believing me some sort of devil-spawn. Luckily, she was not so jumpy, and
instead took the time to listen to my story again. How I gained this power, I
don't know.
But then I
knew I could use this gift. I carried on through the years, practicing my new
teleportation power alongside the Muai Thai lessons I signed up for. I honed my
body and mind, I went to University to study various accounts of Mathematics
while simultaneously reaching red sash level in my chosen fighting art
-needless to say I became a very calculative person. I even tested my combat
skills in a Martial Arts tournament under an alias -which I will not reveal-
and placed second.
By the time I
was twenty-five years old, I was a skilled Martial Artist and a master of
Mathematics. It was time for me to return home...
And so, back
to Toronto I went. I have a separate journal that lists all of the things I did
following that, but I will give you the short version here in this one.
I began my
crusade against the mob; since more than a decade had passed after they were
run out of the city, they had moved back in and were starting up again. I
landed a job in the accounting firm I mentioned before, 'The Workplace'. Sure
enough, I was in luck -perhaps it had been destined for me reach this job, but
I found myself taking the very position my mother had once held, serving as an
accountant for high-class entrepreneurs, or at least that was the title the
media gave them. But I knew what they really were; I'd spent months learning
the dirty secrets of the mob presences in Toronto, and I learned who all of
their higher-ups were. These high-class citizens I dealt with... they were the
ones.
I began to
follow the money like a trail; I knew where their payments were going because I
was their bookkeeper. I knew who was being paid by these crime bosses. Judges,
a few crooked cops, street punks and gangsters alike; all of them, taking this
blood money for their own selfish gain, I started with them. I tracked them
down, made them talk, and targeted the higher-ups. I didn't start small either;
as soon as I knew who all of the bosses and Lieutenants were, I went straight
for them.
The Yakuza
were the hardest ones to deal with; their leaders all had Samurai-fetishes,
each one trained in how to use a sword and with me only able to use my fists,
it made contact with them extremely risky. A few sword cuts to my arms later, I
met someone; the young man who actually forged those very blades for those men,
and I learned he actually wanted out of the Yakuza, but because of 'tradition',
he could not leave the 'clan' unless he was dead. Helping him stage his own
demise, he set up shop in an area I'd chosen to be my hideout -something else I
will not be revealing here, and he began to make tools for me.
He modified my
outfit with titanium bracers and remade my leotard out of kevlar -with a silk
undercoat that I must admit, was more comfortable than my old outfit, with no
loss of flexibility. I was ready to take on the other Yakuza bosses. I was able
to deflect their swords at no risk to myself, until I could land that critical
blow, and small-arms fire was less of a threat to me now. With that, and my
teleportation powers, I brought down all the Yakuza leaders and the Triads,
even most of the Mafia families, before the rest fled underground.
Still... in
two years I had forced out some of the largest criminal groups in Toronto. By
my twenty-seventh birthday crime had dropped to a record low even for a
Canadian city. But it would never last; desperate criminals lead to desperate
measures, and soon my world started getting just a little stranger. So much so
that the police stopped hunting me out of fear of these new, unnatural beings
that had begun to emerge.
My mission was
not... no, my mission is not yet
over.
I am the
protector of Toronto, a Canadian Patriot, and I guess... a Superhero. I am the Nightmare
of Foreign Crime; those who come to this country will not bring evil with them,
and those who flee those countries to escape that evil will not be pursued by
it. Canada is a peaceful, multicultural nation, and with my power I will keep
at least this city that way.
I am The Warp.

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