Aaron "Machine Man" Stack

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Aaron Stack

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Daisy
Daisy
Give me your answer, do
I'm half crazy...

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Full Name: Z2P45-9-X-51 (serial number), but more widely known as X-51 and Aaron Stack
Code Name: Machine Man
Age: Created five years ago, but has the physical and mental state of a male in his early thirties
Date of Birth: Became operational on January 12th
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual would be the best option
Species: Nanocarbon-based lifeform (identifies as an android)
Alliance: SHIELD
Citizenship: Marvel
Canon or Original?: Marvel Canon

"Victory is MINE Baldy!
And if you had any hair I'd take that too!"

Hair: Dark brown, often unkempt and windblown (varible)
Eyes: Red, large, illuminative (literally - they light up) (variable)
Height: 6'1" (variable)
Weight: 500 lbs. (variable)
Distinguishing Marks: Aaron's eyes are oftentimes the only part of him that can be identified as robotic. They're more akin to lightbulbs, taking up about twice the space as a normal eye socket, not to mention that they're red, glowing, and don't blink.

Appearance: Typically Aaron looks like an average Caucasian male in his early thirties. He has a thin physique, which definitely belies the 500 pounds that his nanomachines weigh. His brown hair is short and generally unkempt, making for a largely unimportant appearance. No, it's his eyes that take most of the attention away from his hair. As stated above, they're, well, more like diodes than anything. Even though he could easily shift his eyes to appear human, he chooses to keep them as a throwback to his original robot body, while claiming that he's done enough to adapt to humanity.

Face Claim: Neil Patrick Harris

"I’m not interested in making new friends,
I don’t even like the ones I have”

Likes: Liquor, excitement, solving puzzles, '80s rock music, explosions, Sylvester Stallone, playing the guitar, boobs

Dislikes: Stupidity, most humans, boredom, being wrong, mechanophobes, chick flicks, hipsters

Personality: Equipped with a dry, acerbic, almost cruel sense of humor, Aaron is enigmatic and conceals many facets of his personality with a veneer of sarcasm. He is narcissistic and appears to disdain most "fleshy ones," leading some to label him as a misanthrope. He has contempt for most societal institutions, including feminism, government, and religion. Aaron is an atheist and a borderline nihilist. He also shows a tendency towards alcoholism, probably due to its availability as a power source.

As a machine, Aaron has a desire for one thing above else: to solve problems. He enjoys a challenge, which is what his position with SHIELD is, and absolutely hates being bored. It's this above all else that keeps him sane and (barely) on the side of humanity. He's not out to save innocents; he's out to track down those criminals that can evade the best detectives in the world and kick their butts. He has said that taking on terrorists and mad scientists is far more pleasurable than striking out as a villain. After all, with his abilities, it would be far too simple for him to attain wealth and power - the two things that most supervillains seek.

Despite his cynicism, he does seem to care about his colleagues to a certain extent and while considering them "idiots" is able to sometimes put aside his pride and apologize when he has offended somebody in a particularly cruel fashion. Aaron uses his flippancy to conceal his affection toward his teammates, and denies it to the extent that he himself sometimes forgets it. X-51 is a total maverick with seemingly no regard for collateral damage (be it against the environment or human life), and has stated that he does indeed have sexual desire, with a particular obsession with female mammary glands. When asked if he's actually capable of impregnating a woman, specifically from several feet away, he replied, "I'm full of very useful devices."

"With great power comes great responsibility"

Powers: Z2P45-9-X-51 is a being that is composed entirely of nanocarbon nanomachines. Each nanomachine is roughly the size of a human cell, or 2 micrometers. He is composed of approximately 50 trillion such nanomachines. These nanomachines are infinitely scalable, able to contain X-51's consciousness down to only a few hundred such units.

At any given moment, Aaron appears to be a normal human being, though this is actually the nanomachines arranging themselves to appear as flesh. He can rearrange the nanomachines to give himself virtually any physical appearance, limited only by the available mass of the nanomachines. In particular, he enjoys extending his limbs in a form of mechanical telescopes. He can also produce seemingly any type of weapon or device that he can conceive, which is listed in the weapons section below. If any of these nanomachines are at all dispersed, their primary programming is to seek out and reconvene with each other, which gives Aaron something of a healing factor. If he loses a significant amount of nanomachines that leaves him sufficiently deprived of mass, he is able to produce new nanomachines by breaking down nearby matter and using its molecules as raw material.

Because of the nanocarbon materials of the nanomachines and the "cellular structure" they create within his body, Aaron possesses incredible superhuman strength, speed, senses, durability, agility, and reflexes. At any given moment, the nanomachines compose a variety of built-in weaponry and gadgets within his body, including a gas chromatograph, laser interferometer, micro-pulse radar, audiometer, seismometer, gravity wave detector, pulse-code modulator, various computer input/output connections, radio beacon, all-wave transceiver, and laser cutting torch. His vision mode can be cycled throughout the electromagnetic spectrum, including x-ray, ultraviolet, and infrared.

Aaron is a natural cyberpath who maintains a constant connection to the world's data networks via satellite and available wireless connections. Controlling and manipulating other machines and computers is a cakewalk for him. His nanomachines can actually alter, upgrade, and improving existing technological infrastructure, i.e. employing them to convert a motorcycle into a hovercraft.

His mind is not organic and processes thoughts completely in binary, which renders him immune to conventional telepathy and psychic attack.


Weapons Himself. According to SHIELD, X-51 is classified as a weapon of mass destruction, while others have referred to him as a "god damn walking swiss army knife." Among the weapons and gadgets that he has created from his being are: allen wrenches, gerbil feeders, toilet seats, electric heaters, trash compactors, juice extractor, shower rods and water meters, walkie-talkies, copper wires safety goggles, radial tires, BB pellets, rubber mallets, fans and dehumidifiers, picture hangers, paper cutters, waffle irons, window shutters, paint removers, window louvres, masking tape and plastic gutters, kitchen faucets, folding tables, weather stripping, jumper cables, hooks and tackle, grout and spackle, power foggers, spoons and ladles, pesticides for fumigation, high-performance lubricant, metal roofing, multi-purpose insulation, air compressors, brass connectors, wrecking chisels, smoke detectors, tire gauges, hamster cages, thermostats and bug deflectors, trailer hitch demagnetizers, automatic circumcisers, tennis rackets, angle brackets, Duracells and Energizers, soffit panels, circuit breakers, vacuum cleaners, coffee makers, calculators, generators, matching salt and pepper shakers, fully-functional nuclear warheads, plasma cannons, tweezers, scissors, buzzsaws, surgical bonesaws, corkscrews, and - of course - a screwdriver.


Strengths/Abilities: Genius machine-based intelligence, unrivaled in mathematics, totally radical at playing guitar


Weaknesses: Although incredibly advanced, the nanomachines that compose Aaron are still vulnerable to electromagnetic pulse. Depending on the strength of the EMP, it can cause his mind to falter, force a complete system reboot, or even disrupt the connection between the nanomachines for a period of time. His mind can also be "hacked" by sufficiently advanced machine code, such as viruses that are written in binary.

"All it takes is one bad day to reduce
the sanest man alive to lunacy,"

History: Dr. Able Stack had two dreams in life: to create the perfect sandwich toaster; and to create machine life. Luckily, he was able to achieve one of these goals, thanks to the U.S. government. The government funded the Broadhurst Center for the Advancement of Mechanized Research, which specialized entirely in artificial intelligence. Among its associates were Hank Pym, Ray Kurtzweil, and Phineas Horton - certainly not an organization to scoff at.

The scientists at Broadhurst Center created fifty experimental robots, all of which were designed for military applications. Unfortunately, none of these robots ever saw the battlefield. As soon as they obtained sentience, the robots went mad and destroyed themselves. They could not live with self-awareness when they had no sense of identity or any idea who - or what - they were.

Then came Z2P45-9-X-51, or X-51. He was the fifty-first, obviously, but this time his creation was different. Dr. Stack designed a face for X-51 and gave him a name: Aaron. He treated the robot like his own son from the moment he achieved sentience. Additionally, the cosmic energy of an unknown object, referred to as a "monolith," evolved his mind to the point that his personality was indistinguishable from a normal human's. Dr. Stack had achieved his dream.

Since then, Aaron has gone on a variety of adventures. At one point, he even joined the Avengers. Eventually, X-51 was discovered by a group of Celestials, who were the original creators of the monolith that evolved him. They viewed Aaron as the pride of their hard work and thus invited him to travel with them across the cosmos, which he did for an unspecified period of time. It was during this time that he ascended from a plastic and titanium body into one composed entirely of nanomachines.

After viewing so many intelligent and peaceful civilizations, Aaron returned to Earth, only to find his faith in humanity to be shaken. Compared to the civilizations that he witnessed across the universe, humans were, well, stupid. Though he continues to protect the world, he has become quite vocal about his views and beliefs. SHIELD has given him a purpose by employing him as a "problem solver." He often uses the combination of his intelligence and nanorobotics to take down criminals others can't.

"Next time guys, we should just
rebuild this place outta Lego."

Writing Sample:

Edward Tragler hadn’t expected to be tied up in his own home tonight. As the chief geneticist of the Health Protection Agency, Dr. Tragler had expected to wind down from a long and stressful day by practicing his cooking, perhaps with a nice beef bourguignon. It was as he was opening up a bottle of red wine that Edward realized that he wasn’t alone in his apartment. Unfortunately, it was much too late, and a well-placed smack to the back of the head via a walking cane sent him to the floor.

”Get away from my desk.”

Some 5 minutes later, Tragler had come back to the waking world. His attacker was now perusing through his files and folders, passing through each in literally the blink of an eye. It was as if the tall, lanky fellow wasn’t even reading the papers.

“You’re smart.” His beady brown eyes didn’t have to read the papers. One glance at each and the information was absorbed into his mind; one medium to another. “Kept your files on paper. Knew I’d come callin’ one day.” His eyes flicked up to the bound geneticist and a grin came over his lips. “I’m honored.”

The files contained information on a variety of private citizens. Why? Because Edward Tragler was obsessed with anomalies. With his job, he had access to the blood tests of practically every citizen of the United Kingdom; and with his knowledge of DNA, he was able to run tests to find those who were anomalies. To Jack, it was brilliant, if highly unethical. Thank god the ATF hadn’t known how to do such a thing.

And thank god Jack saw one particularly interesting name before they did.

“Been a naughty boy, Eddie.” The man with the scruff made his way over to the tied-up geneticist. “Gotta be punished.” He bent down at the knees to come eye-to-eye with his enemy. “Took the honor of donating your entire life’s savings to the United Negro College Fund. Your credit cards have been canceled. Seems you’re a bad risk to the bank.” Jack stood up and made his way towards the door, not even bothering to turn back around. “And you’ve been fired. Secretary of State for Health found out you’ve been stealing blood samples. Recommend you start filling out your CV. Hear being a school nurse is quite profitable these days.”

That was what led the infamous Jack Mack to his next location. He didn’t bother to knock on the apartment door. The technology inside, the information that flowed through it all, had already told him everything he needed to know. The heating and water control circuits were flowing in the bathroom, and the webcam on the computer revealed no other occupants. A well-placed smack of his walking cane opened the locked door, having jiggled the tumbler within the doorknob just right.

The one he sought would be in the shower for at least a few more minutes, so the man in the long blue overcoat decided to help himself to something to eat. A bowl of cereal was poured, but staying true to his eccentric nature, he didn’t opt for milk. He ate it dry, and with a fork. It would be quite a sight for Lanna when she would inevitably enter the kitchen.

“You shower for too long.” Another fork of dry Cheerios was shoveled into Jack’s mouth as he acted as if he owned the place. “Waste gallons of water. But you do look good in a towel.” The madman stared up at Lanna as he idly chewed on the hard food, as if asking whether she was going to offer him tea.

"I'm through talking, get out of my cave,"

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