They destroyed everything he had, everything he was.
Now, crime has a new enemy and justice has a new face.I am Darkman to all who see only this horrible atrocity of a mangled soul. I once was a man with a purpose who had a wonderful life and beautiful lover. I was Peyton Westlake I got attacked and burned way beyond recognition after a squad of wanna be mobsters tried to buy me out on my Warehouse and took thier chance at taking me out of business for good. After undergoing experimental medical procedures in an undisclosed hospital, they managed to piece me back together (with a horrible skin-graft job I might add), and then I gained superior strength and a huge boost of adrenaline, allowing me to be impervious towards pain. Probably from the mixtures of volitile substances in ingested during the explosion, or because the doctors wanted to sever all my nerve endings. Shacking up in the depths of the tunnels in the subways and sewers beneath Calgari Square, I managed to gather bits and pieces from the wreckage when Durant's goons tried to slaughter me in that brutal explosion I shall never forget. Leaving me faceless and roaming, aching for my long lost love, Julie...I just want to lead that "normal" life.
So I steal faces.
And with my knowledge of synthetic skin creation, I can assume the identity of anyone for 99 minutes.
After that time the synthetic skin dissolves and my scarred features reappear.
Covering my burned features in bandages and wearing a dark overcoat and fedora,
I roam the night as Darkman.
This horribly disfigured scientist exacts revenge on crime syndicates through a lot of theraputic anger and liquid skin!
Evil-doers beware!
Don't let me catch you in an alley...
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