Sircut is the quiet member of this team unless prompted on the right subject. Rather, he has chosen to express himself in the things he creates, often from found objects. There is nothing he can't make given enough time.
Recently, he found himself with a new assignment. "This is NoFace. Her last fix-it guy took a bullet to the face when he crossed a wire wrong. She breaks herself a lot. Have fun with that."
"Yeah. I know her. Worked with her once or twice. Wasn't she the one who bullet sprayed the lair of Chestee-Hee a few years ago? Oh yeah. That was her." He chucked a bit. "That was funny."
This is being looked upon as an opportunity to try new things. Infinity ammo clip. Perhaps some form of faster propulsion. She's a heavy figure (no offense), and could be deadlier at higher speeds. What fun! He'd never worked with a cyborg like this before.
Most don't know it, and he's not one to brag, but Sircuit could (potentially) be very rich. He has claimed patents on all sorts of inventions in the past few years. But the money just keeps running out. "Could possibly have something to do with the oversized sub-basement I'm renting. Or that space station thing I've been working on. It all just kind of ... goes away."
He has chosen to outfit himself with a small air cannon capable of leveling anything from a petunia plant to a small house. Static Cans (small grenade-like devices that scramble any electronic signal not already protected by a patch signal), noise diffusers, a coat of chameleon cloth, ... well ... he has deep pockets in that coat. It's kind of like Batman's belt minus the carousel reversal spray. So who knows what he has in there.
He does have one given power. The ability to neutralize anger. He is nearly impossible to hate, no matter what he does. Though he is cautious and hardly ever tests it, it is not above him to be purposefully irritating knowing no one will get *that* mad about it. Even the queen of angry, NoFace herself, is not immune ... much to her agitation.
