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((For all of those who think this is an rp, well.....it's not. It's just some random superhero my friends and I have been joking around and I decided to make him a reality. Here is his origin.))

A lone figure stood atop of a large skyscraper without much worries of being seen. Even if he were to be captured on film or seen by a random tourist, his entire body was encased with armor from head to toe. The most threatening thing he had on him at the moment was a large bazooka, but it was currently being held loosely by the figure’s side as it stared blankly down into the streets below. No emotion could be seen in his eyes as they were covered by a pair of blue dimly glowing goggles with the universal symbol for radioactivity in each part. The head of the figure was covered by a black and blue helmet that completely covered the lower portion of his face with the black bottom part and a blue headgear-like construct about the forehead with a few black hill-resembling parts to cover the top most part of the head.

On the figure’s back rested a blue booster pack that was to help the figure fly off into the air. Two moveable parts were for the thrusters to propel him forward, but the thrusters were currently resting down as they were not active at the moment. From the torso followed by the waist, legs, and feet resided pulsing black armor that would give off occasional glows of red energy as they would regulate his vitals. His gauntlets were the queerest part of the armor as the gauntlets were mainly a pale red color that made the forearms seem more massive than they truly were, though the arms’ strength enhancing properties were the only reason the figure was able to lug around the heavy bazooka with ease. The only piece of clothing that the figure wore truly was a white coat with the navy’s symbol on the back, something that it was rather fond of even though the figure was not truly affiliated with the military.

Though the armor was detestable at times and the figure hated to look at itself in the mirror, it was the only thing keeping it alive. “Major Gaia.” an old voice wheezed as the picture of a bald and wrinkled man appeared within the digital visual of the goggles. “Yes General Havoc?” a man’s smooth if not slightly weary and battered voice replied from the figure as it answered the old man. “Your country needs you once more, Major. Come back to the base and I will discuss with you your assignment.” the old man replied before giving a weary sigh. “And, Donavan, I’m sorry for all of this.” the general said apologetically before the screen of him disappeared from his visuals leaving the figure known as Major Gaia or Donavan to his thoughts. “I know.” Donavan said after some time before his thrusters blazed to life as he leapt off the skyscraper in the starry night to fight the evils of the world once more. “It’s just the price I have to pay for being the champion of the world, Major Gaia.” he silently added in his mind.

((Comment please. This inspiration struck me and I do not want it to die off so quickly. Tell me what you think in the comments!))