Chester B. Floyd
Mr. Flint or Flint
Anyone who can dish out damage/beat him up, causing death, destruction, fire, extortion, pretty much anything involving chaos.
Insane, sadistic, masochistic, arrogant, savage, materialistic.
Chester B. Floyd was born into a rich, mob family in which his father, Charles Floyd, was the leader. While his father was not the 'big boss', he still had control over a small district of the city. On top of that, he was well liked by the god father. After Chester was born, he was quickly shown the tricks of the trade and how to basically run the mob by his father. He often recalls the memories of when he and his father went into the local bars and shops to have the owners pay up their expenses. Chester remembered how cool his dad looked whenever one of the owners said they didn't have any money, causing him and his bodyguards to beat the man unconsciousness. His teenage life would continue on until he was about twenty where things took a turn for the worst.
It had been a couple of years, but Chester was now running jobs for his father completely on his own. On one of his routine drug pickup runs, he was ambushed by another mob who claimed that he was in their territory. Quickly attempting to flee from the group, Chester was surrounded and tied up before he could get anywhere. Tying a thick rope around him, the mobsters explained that they were going to make an example out of him. To Chester horror, he could see that they were pulling tires and a gallon of what was presumably gasoline. Sitting Chester up, they put one tire around his neck and the other around his feet, dosed him in gasoline and, just as they were about to throw the lighter on him, a sharp, loud noise suddenly erupted from behind him.
It was a gunshot and, luckily for Chester, they were on his side. However, just when he thought that his luck had changed, he watched as one of the bullets suddenly struck the lighter, causing it to erupt into flame. At that exact moment, everything was in slow motion. The rival mob were all running away slowly. The gas from the lighter igniting right in front of Chesters' eyes. Even the bullets that were zipping on by overhead were visible. Taking in one last deep breath, the fire spread to the gasoline and caused it to catch. All Chester remembers from that point was him screaming, and a bright light fading into black. And then there was nothing.
Somehow, Charles was tipped off that his son was going to be ambushed, but, by the time they had arrived, it was to late. In the hospital, the doctor explained that he was in critical condition, having burns over one-hundred percent of his body and losing sight in one eye. In short, he wasn't going to make it without help from technology. Deciding to take things into his own hands, his father opted to have his surgery done by a well known Clockwork scientist, Dr. Garret, who specialized in robotics. Pulling some strings with Clockwork, Charles managed to arrange the surgery with Garret, seeing as he owed the mob a favor. The next day at the office, Garret explained that the technology he was working with was still in its testing phase and that the operation might fail. Not wanting to lose his son, Charles told him to continue with the surgery.
After being unconscious for nearly two days, Chester could finally opened both his eye and his new eye. But something didn't sit right with him. His vision seemed...fake, almost. He couldn't describe it. It just didn't look normal. His breathing seemed timed, like he couldn't control it even if he wanted to. Everything felt numb to. Sitting up, he soon discovered that his...well, everything was now covered in robotics. Touching his fingers together, he felt nothing. And then there was the high pitched whirring constantly playing in his head. Already awake for two minutes and he was starting to feel crazy. Was this a dream? No, this was Hell, right? Looking over towards the opening door, Garret and Charles both walked in. Smiling. Like something good happened. Needless to say, Chester quickly became angry and grabbed the doctor and asked what he did to him.
Charles then said that he was the one to make the decision. The whirring became even louder the angrier Chester got, only making his rage continue to grow. Tossing the doctor all the way across the room, Chester suddenly grabbed his father by the throat. "Why?" Was the only word that came out of Chester's mouth, if you could even call it talking, reaching up to feel if his lips were still there. The whirring in his head was like a worm drilling its way through his brain. He could feel it. Tossing his father aside, Chester made his way outside only to be met by a large group of his father's mobsters, most likely waiting for him. Quickly running past the group, he made his way into the alleyways and hid in a large dumpster. As if his luck couldn't be any worse, the date was November 30th, 2012.
Just like his accident, Chester doesn't really remember the Day of Flame. All he knows is that he awoke under a pile of rubble. Thanks to his new implants, he was easily able to push his way out and was also the reason that he survived. Why was Lady Luck on his side now? The two years following the Day of Flame, Chester, or Mr. Flint as he now calls himself, has been keeping himself busy trying to form another mob, rightly named the Steam-Punks, just like his father did. Most of his time is now spent trying to make as much money as possible, while also trying to have fun while doing so (AKA killing, burning, destroying). He mostly only deals with Arachnos if there is something in it for him, although it's not unlike him to help them out just for the sake of being evil.
crazy in 'em. It's just that some have more than others... a
It should also be noted that he will sometimes suck in air through his teeth because he doesn't have any lips to contain his spit. The Steam Punks group he has formed is a very small group that he leads. Despite the name, he is the only one who looks even remotely close to being steam punk. He mainly chose the name because it sounded cool. He also gets angry if anyone calls him by his real name.