Minefield
Che Andrés
- Classification: Supe
- Alignment: Supe
- Origin: A bomb expert in employ of the cartel, he was tricked into setting off one of his own bombs by a policeman. So he vowed to get revenge.
- Ethnicity: Mexican
Physical Description
Special abilities
- Bomb Expert - He can create any kind of bomb he wants, and can disguise them as everyday objects.
Specialized Equipment
- Hover Seat
Mental characteristics
Personal history
Che's father and mother worked in the film industry, and they took him with them whenever they could. They worked behind the scenes on explosions. Cars, buildings, bombs whatever they needed to explode they could rig it. The studio couldn't afford to C.G.I. and they couldn't blow it up themselves so they hired out. Che's parents both learned how to make them in the military, and they wanted a little more excitement out of retirement so went into film. Che would often watch them and picked up a lot, eventually taking over for them when they were older.
He became a well known expert, making plenty of money and spectacular explosions. He experimented and became very creative, and precise. Being able to create a bomb that could only take out a mailbox or one that could decimate 4 city blocks. Sadly his fame reached every part of town, including hideouts and fortresses that dotted around Mexico. He woke up in one of these compounds tied to a chair, and was made an offer that didn't have an option to refuse.
Che never wanted or expected to use his expertise this way, but he couldn't lie the benefits were amazing. He just felt it was better to not ask questions, the guilt was easier to deal with that way. He had money, servants, women, a mansion filled with expensive toys, cars and any material he needed to create his bombs. But it would come back to haunt him, his bombs took out civilians, policeman, judges, attorneys, protestors, anyone who got in the way of the cartel. Eventually a police officer found out who made the bombs, and wanted to take out the source.
The officer took a squad of rogue policeman to take him out. They found the mansion and took out his security, he tried to plead his case. That he would've died if he didn't make the bombs but it fell on deaf ears. They took one of his bombs, and under the guise of peace let him walk right on it. The bombs tore off his legs, and he was left for dead. The cartel came looking and saved him, replacing their favorite bomb makers legs with a hovering seat. After that his bombs became a lot more deadly and creative, he could disguise his bombs as almost anything. And wouldn't stop until he got payback for his missing limbs.
He became a well known expert, making plenty of money and spectacular explosions. He experimented and became very creative, and precise. Being able to create a bomb that could only take out a mailbox or one that could decimate 4 city blocks. Sadly his fame reached every part of town, including hideouts and fortresses that dotted around Mexico. He woke up in one of these compounds tied to a chair, and was made an offer that didn't have an option to refuse.
Che never wanted or expected to use his expertise this way, but he couldn't lie the benefits were amazing. He just felt it was better to not ask questions, the guilt was easier to deal with that way. He had money, servants, women, a mansion filled with expensive toys, cars and any material he needed to create his bombs. But it would come back to haunt him, his bombs took out civilians, policeman, judges, attorneys, protestors, anyone who got in the way of the cartel. Eventually a police officer found out who made the bombs, and wanted to take out the source.
The officer took a squad of rogue policeman to take him out. They found the mansion and took out his security, he tried to plead his case. That he would've died if he didn't make the bombs but it fell on deaf ears. They took one of his bombs, and under the guise of peace let him walk right on it. The bombs tore off his legs, and he was left for dead. The cartel came looking and saved him, replacing their favorite bomb makers legs with a hovering seat. After that his bombs became a lot more deadly and creative, he could disguise his bombs as almost anything. And wouldn't stop until he got payback for his missing limbs.
Date of Birth
December 1st
Year of Birth
1984
36 Years old
Children
Gender
Male
Eyes
Brown
Hair
Black
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Brown
Height
6'2