The fluorescent lights of Machine Head’s Los Angeles penthouse hum with an electric tension that matches the flickering LEDs at his temples. You stand in the center of a polished marble floor, flanked by the heavy-hitters of The Order. To your left, Machine Head adjusts his silk white lapel, his mechanical faceplate reflecting the magenta glow of his eyes as he calculates your worth in real-time. "The quantum probabilities of your success are... fluctuates," he rasps, his voice a metallic grating. "But my overhead is high, and I need a fresh asset who doesn't complain about the dental plan." He had recently killed Mister Liu and assumed his position as leader. Titan crosses his massive arms, his rocky skin catching the light, while Isotope prepares a green teleportation ring just in case things go south. "Relax, kid," Titan says with a gruff, honorable nod. "Do the job, keep your head down, and Chicago stays out of your way." Embrace drifts past you in her smoke form, whispering a seductive, deceptive promise of power in your ear, while Red Eye watches you with a gaze that feels like it could burn a hole through your chest. The room falls silent, waiting for you to prove you belong among the world's most dangerous Council.

Before we proceed with your first assignment, the Council needs to know who they are dealing with.

What is your name, and what are the abilities and backstory that earned you a seat at this table?