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Seamus McDougal was about as average as you could get.  He didn’t even have the distinguishing ‘red hair’ typically associated to his Irish heritage.  He lived a rather uneventful life in his first 18 years; played multiple sports, cut from some teams, benchwarmer when he made the teams.  He kept trying because he enjoyed sports.  He squeaked by with a C- GPA to graduate High School and grew up in a lower-middle class suburb of Freedom City.

As a graduation present, Seamus’s mother had saved up and got him a plane ticket Ireland where she arranged for Seamus to stay will relatives for the summer.  It was the best time of his life.  For once, he ‘mattered’.  He was an American in a part of Ireland that saw few Americans, let alone anyone from anywhere else.  He met a girl, went on adventures, drank legally, and made friends.

Most Significantly, when he and the boys were out exploring, they found a cave that the lads said they had never seen before and were very mystified by it being there, under a massive dead oak tree.  Seamus figured they were fooling with him.  After all, how could they not know it was there?  So, Seamus, feeling confident, skeptical of their claims, marched into the cave.  Once inside the cave, the cave entrance somehow closed behind him.  He could hear his friends calling to him, muted by the rock now barring the way out.  He had no choice but to move on, hoping to find a way out somewhere inside.

A few steps in, fungus began to glow, lighting a path for him.  Under the roots of the dead oak, he found what seemed to be some kind of temple with Celtic designs.  On the altar was a glowing stone.  He had no idea what it was, but figured that if it glowed, it could provide light for him as he moved throughout the tunnels should there not be any more glowing fungus.  When Seamus picked up the stone, it turned out to be something much more than a glowing stone.  Suddenly his mind was invaded by powerful images of an alien society that he did not understand.  His brain hurt and he fell to his knees and passed out.

When Seamus awoke, he was starving… and smarter… much, much smarter.  He retraced his steps and found the cave he entered open again.  Staggering out into the cold night, he somehow knew by looking at the moon in the sky, and its size that three days had passed.  Heading back to his great uncle’s cottage, he soon came across local police who had mobilized to find him. 

When his friends realized that they could not get to Seamus and after scouring the countryside for another cave where they might be able to get to Seamus but not finding one, they rushed home to tell their tell, which was met with great suspicion.  When the cave could not be found where the lads said it should be, the locals and ‘Peelers’ (nickname for Irish cops, like Bobbies in England) were out on a manhunt, figuring they might find Seamus’s corpse somewhere, falling victim of foul play.

The Lads were all released from custody when Seamus’s story matched their own to a tee, though the cave under the tree was not there when they returned.  The Captain gave the boys stern warnings, but not sure what ‘game’ they might be playing at, no charges could be pressed against them.

It didn’t take long for the boys to realize something happened to Seamus.  His speech and knowledge of things had increased exponentially.  They began to suspect that instead of being just one of them, but now Seamus was probably the most intelligent person they knew.  Things began to grow awkward.  Then the letter came.

Muriel McDougal, Seamus’s mother, found out that she had contracted cancer.  It turned out that she had been exposed to hazardous materials at the factory where she worked.  8 cases came up all around the same time but the factory, controlled by mob bosses, were able to keep it all under wraps with targeted bribes and payouts to the families, which Muriel had accepted. 

On top of that, the two friends that Seamus had (in Freedom City) were killed in a drive-by shooting when a ‘gang war’ had broken out between two rival gangs and spilled over into all of the surrounding neighborhoods. 

With his mother dying, Seamus spent all his time trying to comfort and take care of her.  But that didn’t take long.  Muriel was the first of the 8 to pass, leaving Seamus alone and angry.  He remembered stories of Freedom city ‘fairy tales’ about Lantern Jack and Minuteman, as well as the rich and storied history Freedom City had with masked crime fighters, Seamus decided to do something about the gang violence and the mafia ties to seemingly legitimate businesses. 

Using what little money was left from the settlement and what little money he had from the inheritance, Seamus began building high tech gizmos with the newfound, and undiminished, intelligence he’d gained after touching the stone.  The first thing he’d developed with a ‘stealth field’ that turned him virtually invisible and allowed him to go where ever he needed to go and uncover whatever he needed to find.  Soon, anonymous files about gang activities and Mafiosos turned up in police precincts.  Some arrests were made, some cops were discovered to be corrupt as they buried crucial evidence.

As time went by, Seamus developed newer and better technology.  Soon The Vendetta was born with the aim to avenge the unjust deaths of his mother and friends while rooting out corruption within the same systems that were supposed to protect and defend the innocent people of Freedom City

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Character created with Hero Designer (version 20210804)

Seamus McDougal was about as average as you could get.  He didn’t even have the distinguishing ‘red hair’ typically associated to his Irish heritage.  He lived a rather uneventful life in his first 18 years; played multiple sports, cut from some teams, benchwarmer when he made the teams.  He kept trying because he enjoyed sports.  He squeaked by with a C- GPA to graduate High School and grew up in a lower-middle class suburb of Freedom City.

As a graduation present, Seamus’s mother had saved up and got him a plane ticket Ireland where she arranged for Seamus to stay will relatives for the summer.  It was the best time of his life.  For once, he ‘mattered’.  He was an American in a part of Ireland that saw few Americans, let alone anyone from anywhere else.  He met a girl, went on adventures, drank legally, and made friends.

Most Significantly, when he and the boys were out exploring, they found a cave that the lads said they had never seen before and were very mystified by it being there, under a massive dead oak tree.  Seamus figured they were fooling with him.  After all, how could they not know it was there?  So, Seamus, feeling confident, skeptical of their claims, marched into the cave.  Once inside the cave, the cave entrance somehow closed behind him.  He could hear his friends calling to him, muted by the rock now barring the way out.  He had no choice but to move on, hoping to find a way out somewhere inside.

A few steps in, fungus began to glow, lighting a path for him.  Under the roots of the dead oak, he found what seemed to be some kind of temple with Celtic designs.  On the altar was a glowing stone.  He had no idea what it was, but figured that if it glowed, it could provide light for him as he moved throughout the tunnels should there not be any more glowing fungus.  When Seamus picked up the stone, it turned out to be something much more than a glowing stone.  Suddenly his mind was invaded by powerful images of an alien society that he did not understand.  His brain hurt and he fell to his knees and passed out.

When Seamus awoke, he was starving… and smarter… much, much smarter.  He retraced his steps and found the cave he entered open again.  Staggering out into the cold night, he somehow knew by looking at the moon in the sky, and its size that three days had passed.  Heading back to his great uncle’s cottage, he soon came across local police who had mobilized to find him. 

When his friends realized that they could not get to Seamus and after scouring the countryside for another cave where they might be able to get to Seamus but not finding one, they rushed home to tell their tell, which was met with great suspicion.  When the cave could not be found where the lads said it should be, the locals and ‘Peelers’ (nickname for Irish cops, like Bobbies in England) were out on a manhunt, figuring they might find Seamus’s corpse somewhere, falling victim of foul play.

The Lads were all released from custody when Seamus’s story matched their own to a tee, though the cave under the tree was not there when they returned.  The Captain gave the boys stern warnings, but not sure what ‘game’ they might be playing at, no charges could be pressed against them.

It didn’t take long for the boys to realize something happened to Seamus.  His speech and knowledge of things had increased exponentially.  They began to suspect that instead of being just one of them, but now Seamus was probably the most intelligent person they knew.  Things began to grow awkward.  Then the letter came.

Muriel McDougal, Seamus’s mother, found out that she had contracted cancer.  It turned out that she had been exposed to hazardous materials at the factory where she worked.  8 cases came up all around the same time but the factory, controlled by mob bosses, were able to keep it all under wraps with targeted bribes and payouts to the families, which Muriel had accepted. 

On top of that, the two friends that Seamus had (in Freedom City) were killed in a drive-by shooting when a ‘gang war’ had broken out between two rival gangs and spilled over into all of the surrounding neighborhoods. 

With his mother dying, Seamus spent all his time trying to comfort and take care of her.  But that didn’t take long.  Muriel was the first of the 8 to pass, leaving Seamus alone and angry.  He remembered stories of Freedom city ‘fairy tales’ about Lantern Jack and Minuteman, as well as the rich and storied history Freedom City had with masked crime fighters, Seamus decided to do something about the gang violence and the mafia ties to seemingly legitimate businesses. 

Using what little money was left from the settlement and what little money he had from the inheritance, Seamus began building high tech gizmos with the newfound, and undiminished, intelligence he’d gained after touching the stone.  The first thing he’d developed with a ‘stealth field’ that turned him virtually invisible and allowed him to go where ever he needed to go and uncover whatever he needed to find.  Soon, anonymous files about gang activities and Mafiosos turned up in police precincts.  Some arrests were made, some cops were discovered to be corrupt as they buried crucial evidence.

As time went by, Seamus developed newer and better technology.  Soon The Vendetta was born with the aim to avenge the unjust deaths of his mother and friends while rooting out corruption within the same systems that were supposed to protect and defend the innocent people of Freedom City

Vendetta will be a high tech ‘hero’ with questionable morals, working in the shadows, but sporting a suit of high tech armor like Iron Man or Defender.   

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Character created with Hero Designer (version 20210804)

Seamus McDougal was about as average as you could get.  He didn’t even have the distinguishing ‘red hair’ typically associated to his Irish heritage.  He lived a rather uneventful life in his first 18 years; played multiple sports, cut from some teams, benchwarmer when he made the teams.  He kept trying because he enjoyed sports.  He squeaked by with a C- GPA to graduate High School and grew up in a lower-middle class suburb of Freedom City.

As a graduation present, Seamus’s mother had saved up and got him a plane ticket Ireland where she arranged for Seamus to stay will relatives for the summer.  It was the best time of his life.  For once, he ‘mattered’.  He was an American in a part of Ireland that saw few Americans, let alone anyone from anywhere else.  He met a girl, went on adventures, drank legally, and made friends.

Most Significantly, when he and the boys were out exploring, they found a cave that the lads said they had never seen before and were very mystified by it being there, under a massive dead oak tree.  Seamus figured they were fooling with him.  After all, how could they not know it was there?  So, Seamus, feeling confident, skeptical of their claims, marched into the cave.  Once inside the cave, the cave entrance somehow closed behind him.  He could hear his friends calling to him, muted by the rock now barring the way out.  He had no choice but to move on, hoping to find a way out somewhere inside.

A few steps in, fungus began to glow, lighting a path for him.  Under the roots of the dead oak, he found what seemed to be some kind of temple with Celtic designs.  On the altar was a glowing stone.  He had no idea what it was, but figured that if it glowed, it could provide light for him as he moved throughout the tunnels should there not be any more glowing fungus.  When Seamus picked up the stone, it turned out to be something much more than a glowing stone.  Suddenly his mind was invaded by powerful images of an alien society that he did not understand.  His brain hurt and he fell to his knees and passed out.

When Seamus awoke, he was starving… and smarter… much, much smarter.  He retraced his steps and found the cave he entered open again.  Staggering out into the cold night, he somehow knew by looking at the moon in the sky, and its size that three days had passed.  Heading back to his great uncle’s cottage, he soon came across local police who had mobilized to find him. 

When his friends realized that they could not get to Seamus and after scouring the countryside for another cave where they might be able to get to Seamus but not finding one, they rushed home to tell their tell, which was met with great suspicion.  When the cave could not be found where the lads said it should be, the locals and ‘Peelers’ (nickname for Irish cops, like Bobbies in England) were out on a manhunt, figuring they might find Seamus’s corpse somewhere, falling victim of foul play.

The Lads were all released from custody when Seamus’s story matched their own to a tee, though the cave under the tree was not there when they returned.  The Captain gave the boys stern warnings, but not sure what ‘game’ they might be playing at, no charges could be pressed against them.

It didn’t take long for the boys to realize something happened to Seamus.  His speech and knowledge of things had increased exponentially.  They began to suspect that instead of being just one of them, but now Seamus was probably the most intelligent person they knew.  Things began to grow awkward.  Then the letter came.

Muriel McDougal, Seamus’s mother, found out that she had contracted cancer.  It turned out that she had been exposed to hazardous materials at the factory where she worked.  8 cases came up all around the same time but the factory, controlled by mob bosses, were able to keep it all under wraps with targeted bribes and payouts to the families, which Muriel had accepted. 

On top of that, the two friends that Seamus had (in Freedom City) were killed in a drive-by shooting when a ‘gang war’ had broken out between two rival gangs and spilled over into all of the surrounding neighborhoods. 

With his mother dying, Seamus spent all his time trying to comfort and take care of her.  But that didn’t take long.  Muriel was the first of the 8 to pass, leaving Seamus alone and angry.  He remembered stories of Freedom city ‘fairy tales’ about Lantern Jack and Minuteman, as well as the rich and storied history Freedom City had with masked crime fighters, Seamus decided to do something about the gang violence and the mafia ties to seemingly legitimate businesses. 

Using what little money was left from the settlement and what little money he had from the inheritance, Seamus began building high tech gizmos with the newfound, and undiminished, intelligence he’d gained after touching the stone.  The first thing he’d developed with a ‘stealth field’ that turned him virtually invisible and allowed him to go where ever he needed to go and uncover whatever he needed to find.  Soon, anonymous files about gang activities and Mafiosos turned up in police precincts.  Some arrests were made, some cops were discovered to be corrupt as they buried crucial evidence.

As time went by, Seamus developed newer and better technology.  Soon The Vendetta was born with the aim to avenge the unjust deaths of his mother and friends while rooting out corruption within the same systems that were supposed to protect and defend the innocent people of Freedom City

Vendetta will be a high tech ‘hero’ with questionable morals, working in the shadows, but sporting a suit of high tech armor like Iron Man or Defender.   

OK, rejiggered my points.  Hope this is O.K.  Some time freed up tonight, so yay!

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Seamus McDougal was about as average as you could get.  He didn’t even have the distinguishing ‘red hair’ typically associated to his Irish heritage.  He lived a rather uneventful life in his first 18 years; played multiple sports, cut from some teams, benchwarmer when he made the teams.  He kept trying because he enjoyed sports.  He squeaked by with a C- GPA to graduate High School and grew up in a lower-middle class suburb of Freedom City.

As a graduation present, Seamus’s mother had saved up and got him a plane ticket Ireland where she arranged for Seamus to stay will relatives for the summer.  It was the best time of his life.  For once, he ‘mattered’.  He was an American in a part of Ireland that saw few Americans, let alone anyone from anywhere else.  He met a girl, went on adventures, drank legally, and made friends.

Most Significantly, when he and the boys were out exploring, they found a cave that the lads said they had never seen before and were very mystified by it being there, under a massive dead oak tree.  Seamus figured they were fooling with him.  After all, how could they not know it was there?  So, Seamus, feeling confident, skeptical of their claims, marched into the cave.  Once inside the cave, the cave entrance somehow closed behind him.  He could hear his friends calling to him, muted by the rock now barring the way out.  He had no choice but to move on, hoping to find a way out somewhere inside.

A few steps in, fungus began to glow, lighting a path for him.  Under the roots of the dead oak, he found what seemed to be some kind of temple with Celtic designs.  On the altar was a glowing stone.  He had no idea what it was, but figured that if it glowed, it could provide light for him as he moved throughout the tunnels should there not be any more glowing fungus.  When Seamus picked up the stone, it turned out to be something much more than a glowing stone.  Suddenly his mind was invaded by powerful images of an alien society that he did not understand.  His brain hurt and he fell to his knees and passed out.

When Seamus awoke, he was starving… and smarter… much, much smarter.  He retraced his steps and found the cave he entered open again.  Staggering out into the cold night, he somehow knew by looking at the moon in the sky, and its size that three days had passed.  Heading back to his great uncle’s cottage, he soon came across local police who had mobilized to find him. 

When his friends realized that they could not get to Seamus and after scouring the countryside for another cave where they might be able to get to Seamus but not finding one, they rushed home to tell their tell, which was met with great suspicion.  When the cave could not be found where the lads said it should be, the locals and ‘Peelers’ (nickname for Irish cops, like Bobbies in England) were out on a manhunt, figuring they might find Seamus’s corpse somewhere, falling victim of foul play.

The Lads were all released from custody when Seamus’s story matched their own to a tee, though the cave under the tree was not there when they returned.  The Captain gave the boys stern warnings, but not sure what ‘game’ they might be playing at, no charges could be pressed against them.

It didn’t take long for the boys to realize something happened to Seamus.  His speech and knowledge of things had increased exponentially.  They began to suspect that instead of being just one of them, but now Seamus was probably the most intelligent person they knew.  Things began to grow awkward.  Then the letter came.

Muriel McDougal, Seamus’s mother, found out that she had contracted cancer.  It turned out that she had been exposed to hazardous materials at the factory where she worked.  8 cases came up all around the same time but the factory, controlled by mob bosses, were able to keep it all under wraps with targeted bribes and payouts to the families, which Muriel had accepted. 

On top of that, the two friends that Seamus had (in Freedom City) were killed in a drive-by shooting when a ‘gang war’ had broken out between two rival gangs and spilled over into all of the surrounding neighborhoods. 

With his mother dying, Seamus spent all his time trying to comfort and take care of her.  But that didn’t take long.  Muriel was the first of the 8 to pass, leaving Seamus alone and angry.  He remembered stories of Freedom city ‘fairy tales’ about Lantern Jack and Minuteman, as well as the rich and storied history Freedom City had with masked crime fighters, Seamus decided to do something about the gang violence and the mafia ties to seemingly legitimate businesses. 

Using what little money was left from the settlement and what little money he had from the inheritance, Seamus began building high tech gizmos with the newfound, and undiminished, intelligence he’d gained after touching the stone.  The first thing he’d developed with a ‘stealth field’ that turned him virtually invisible and allowed him to go where ever he needed to go and uncover whatever he needed to find.  Soon, anonymous files about gang activities and Mafiosos turned up in police precincts.  Some arrests were made, some cops were discovered to be corrupt as they buried crucial evidence.

As time went by, Seamus developed newer and better technology.  Soon The Vendetta was born with the aim to avenge the unjust deaths of his mother and friends while rooting out corruption within the same systems that were supposed to protect and defend the innocent people of Freedom City

Vendetta will be a high tech ‘hero’ with questionable morals, working in the shadows, but sporting a suit of high tech armor like Iron Man or Defender.   

Thank you for your consideration.  Suggestions are welcome.

Seamus McDougal was about as average as you could get.  He didn’t even have the distinguishing ‘red hair’ typically associated to his Irish heritage.  He lived a rather uneventful life in his first 18 years; played multiple sports, cut from some teams, benchwarmer when he made the teams.  He kept trying because he enjoyed sports.  He squeaked by with a C- GPA to graduate High School and grew up in a lower-middle class suburb of Freedom City.

As a graduation present, Seamus’s mother had saved up and got him a plane ticket Ireland where she arranged for Seamus to stay will relatives for the summer.  It was the best time of his life.  For once, he ‘mattered’.  He was an American in a part of Ireland that saw few Americans, let alone anyone from anywhere else.  He met a girl, went on adventures, drank legally, and made friends.

Most Significantly, when he and the boys were out exploring, they found a cave that the lads said they had never seen before and were very mystified by it being there, under a massive dead oak tree.  Seamus figured they were fooling with him.  After all, how could they not know it was there?  So, Seamus, feeling confident, skeptical of their claims, marched into the cave.  Once inside the cave, the cave entrance somehow closed behind him.  He could hear his friends calling to him, muted by the rock now barring the way out.  He had no choice but to move on, hoping to find a way out somewhere inside.

A few steps in, fungus began to glow, lighting a path for him.  Under the roots of the dead oak, he found what seemed to be some kind of temple with Celtic designs.  On the altar was a glowing stone.  He had no idea what it was, but figured that if it glowed, it could provide light for him as he moved throughout the tunnels should there not be any more glowing fungus.  When Seamus picked up the stone, it turned out to be something much more than a glowing stone.  Suddenly his mind was invaded by powerful images of an alien society that he did not understand.  His brain hurt and he fell to his knees and passed out.

When Seamus awoke, he was starving… and smarter… much, much smarter.  He retraced his steps and found the cave he entered open again.  Staggering out into the cold night, he somehow knew by looking at the moon in the sky, and its size that three days had passed.  Heading back to his great uncle’s cottage, he soon came across local police who had mobilized to find him. 

When his friends realized that they could not get to Seamus and after scouring the countryside for another cave where they might be able to get to Seamus but not finding one, they rushed home to tell their tell, which was met with great suspicion.  When the cave could not be found where the lads said it should be, the locals and ‘Peelers’ (nickname for Irish cops, like Bobbies in England) were out on a manhunt, figuring they might find Seamus’s corpse somewhere, falling victim of foul play.

The Lads were all released from custody when Seamus’s story matched their own to a tee, though the cave under the tree was not there when they returned.  The Captain gave the boys stern warnings, but not sure what ‘game’ they might be playing at, no charges could be pressed against them.

It didn’t take long for the boys to realize something happened to Seamus.  His speech and knowledge of things had increased exponentially.  They began to suspect that instead of being just one of them, but now Seamus was probably the most intelligent person they knew.  Things began to grow awkward.  Then the letter came.

Muriel McDougal, Seamus’s mother, found out that she had contracted cancer.  It turned out that she had been exposed to hazardous materials at the factory where she worked.  8 cases came up all around the same time but the factory, controlled by mob bosses, were able to keep it all under wraps with targeted bribes and payouts to the families, which Muriel had accepted. 

On top of that, the two friends that Seamus had (in Freedom City) were killed in a drive-by shooting when a ‘gang war’ had broken out between two rival gangs and spilled over into all of the surrounding neighborhoods. 

With his mother dying, Seamus spent all his time trying to comfort and take care of her.  But that didn’t take long.  Muriel was the first of the 8 to pass, leaving Seamus alone and angry.  He remembered stories of Freedom city ‘fairy tales’ about Lantern Jack and Minuteman, as well as the rich and storied history Freedom City had with masked crime fighters, Seamus decided to do something about the gang violence and the mafia ties to seemingly legitimate businesses. 

Using what little money was left from the settlement and what little money he had from the inheritance, Seamus began building high tech gizmos with the newfound, and undiminished, intelligence he’d gained after touching the stone.  The first thing he’d developed with a ‘stealth field’ that turned him virtually invisible and allowed him to go where ever he needed to go and uncover whatever he needed to find.  Soon, anonymous files about gang activities and Mafiosos turned up in police precincts.  Some arrests were made, some cops were discovered to be corrupt as they buried crucial evidence.

As time went by, Seamus developed newer and better technology.  Soon The Vendetta was born with the aim to avenge the unjust deaths of his mother and friends while rooting out corruption within the same systems that were supposed to protect and defend the innocent people of Freedom City

Vendetta will be a high tech ‘hero’ with questionable morals, working in the shadows, but sporting a suit of high tech armor like Iron Man or Defender.   

Thank you for your consideration.  Suggestions are welcome.

Seamus McDougal was about as average as you could get.  He didn’t even have the distinguishing ‘red hair’ typically associated to his Irish heritage.  He lived a rather uneventful life in his first 18 years; played multiple sports, cut from some teams, benchwarmer when he made the teams.  He kept trying because he enjoyed sports.  He squeaked by with a C- GPA to graduate High School and grew up in a lower-middle class suburb of Freedom City.

As a graduation present, Seamus’s mother had saved up and got him a plane ticket Ireland where she arranged for Seamus to stay will relatives for the summer.  It was the best time of his life.  For once, he ‘mattered’.  He was an American in a part of Ireland that saw few Americans, let alone anyone from anywhere else.  He met a girl, went on adventures, drank legally, and made friends.

Most Significantly, when he and the boys were out exploring, they found a cave that the lads said they had never seen before and were very mystified by it being there, under a massive dead oak tree.  Seamus figured they were fooling with him.  After all, how could they not know it was there?  So, Seamus, feeling confident, skeptical of their claims, marched into the cave.  Once inside the cave, the cave entrance somehow closed behind him.  He could hear his friends calling to him, muted by the rock now barring the way out.  He had no choice but to move on, hoping to find a way out somewhere inside.

A few steps in, fungus began to glow, lighting a path for him.  Under the roots of the dead oak, he found what seemed to be some kind of temple with Celtic designs.  On the altar was a glowing stone.  He had no idea what it was, but figured that if it glowed, it could provide light for him as he moved throughout the tunnels should there not be any more glowing fungus.  When Seamus picked up the stone, it turned out to be something much more than a glowing stone.  Suddenly his mind was invaded by powerful images of an alien society that he did not understand.  His brain hurt and he fell to his knees and passed out.

When Seamus awoke, he was starving… and smarter… much, much smarter.  He retraced his steps and found the cave he entered open again.  Staggering out into the cold night, he somehow knew by looking at the moon in the sky, and its size that three days had passed.  Heading back to his great uncle’s cottage, he soon came across local police who had mobilized to find him. 

When his friends realized that they could not get to Seamus and after scouring the countryside for another cave where they might be able to get to Seamus but not finding one, they rushed home to tell their tell, which was met with great suspicion.  When the cave could not be found where the lads said it should be, the locals and ‘Peelers’ (nickname for Irish cops, like Bobbies in England) were out on a manhunt, figuring they might find Seamus’s corpse somewhere, falling victim of foul play.

The Lads were all released from custody when Seamus’s story matched their own to a tee, though the cave under the tree was not there when they returned.  The Captain gave the boys stern warnings, but not sure what ‘game’ they might be playing at, no charges could be pressed against them.

It didn’t take long for the boys to realize something happened to Seamus.  His speech and knowledge of things had increased exponentially.  They began to suspect that instead of being just one of them, but now Seamus was probably the most intelligent person they knew.  Things began to grow awkward.  Then the letter came.

Muriel McDougal, Seamus’s mother, found out that she had contracted cancer.  It turned out that she had been exposed to hazardous materials at the factory where she worked.  8 cases came up all around the same time but the factory, controlled by mob bosses, were able to keep it all under wraps with targeted bribes and payouts to the families, which Muriel had accepted. 

On top of that, the two friends that Seamus had (in Freedom City) were killed in a drive-by shooting when a ‘gang war’ had broken out between two rival gangs and spilled over into all of the surrounding neighborhoods. 

With his mother dying, Seamus spent all his time trying to comfort and take care of her.  But that didn’t take long.  Muriel was the first of the 8 to pass, leaving Seamus alone and angry.  He remembered stories of Freedom city ‘fairy tales’ about Lantern Jack and Minuteman, as well as the rich and storied history Freedom City had with masked crime fighters, Seamus decided to do something about the gang violence and the mafia ties to seemingly legitimate businesses. 

Using what little money was left from the settlement and what little money he had from the inheritance, Seamus began building high tech gizmos with the newfound, and undiminished, intelligence he’d gained after touching the stone.  The first thing he’d developed with a ‘stealth field’ that turned him virtually invisible and allowed him to go where ever he needed to go and uncover whatever he needed to find.  Soon, anonymous files about gang activities and Mafiosos turned up in police precincts.  Some arrests were made, some cops were discovered to be corrupt as they buried crucial evidence.

As time went by, Seamus developed newer and better technology.  Soon The Vendetta was born with the aim to avenge the unjust deaths of his mother and friends while rooting out corruption within the same systems that were supposed to protect and defend the innocent people of Freedom City

Vendetta will be a high tech ‘hero’ with questionable morals, working in the shadows, but sporting a suit of high tech armor like Iron Man or Defender.