Being the son of a pair of fairly accomplished scientists, it should come as no surprise that Reece was quite the gifted child. Despite not being the most sociable kid around, his intelligence was very well-known. Some of his favorite pastimes included performing various scientific experiments & coming up with plans for future projects. While they occasionally did some contract work, his parent for all intents & purposes were retired, primarily thanks to a small fortune they earned thanks to their collective their collective genius. The three of them spent a decent amount of time doing stuff like experimenting & other more standard family activities. Things were quite well for a time.
One day, a 12-year-old Reece returned home, eager to get back to his recent project - genetic analysis & experimentation. He rushed downstairs & got to work as soon as possible. However, some time later, he heard some sort of commotion going on upstairs. He went up, peeked through the door, & saw a group standing there, all dressed in the same white suit & black glasses uniform...except for one, who instead was covered entirely by a large, black, tattered cloak with a sheathed sword attached to his hip. His parents seemed to be having some sort of discussion or arguement with said man, but he didn't really understand what it was about...particularly because it didn't last much longer. Shortly after Reece started spying, the grunts were sent to search the house, with one of them heading right towards the basement door. Whether he was actually noticed or not, Reece quickly bolted back down the stairs. The last thing he remembered was hearing his mother yelling followed by several gunshots.
What happened next is...unclear...When asked, Reece tends to just say that he doesn't like to talk about it. Whether that's the case or if he's truly forgotten, nobody really knows. Regardless, the next thing he knew, he'd woken up in a hospital bed. Miraculously, he felt relatively fine...until he realized that his left arm was completely missing. To add to this, as he learned from one of the nurses, part of his house & the surrounding area had burned down, & his parents didn't make it out of whatever ended up transpiring alive. While he was eventually discharged from the hospital just fine, his spirit was completely shattered. He didn't speak a word the rest of the time he was there, & when he finally got back to what remained of his home, he burst into tears, both out of sadness at the loss of the only family he ever had & anger towards the world for taking them away from him.
As he began to clean things up, still in a somewhat enraged state, he stumbled across plans for a fully-fledged robot, one of the first ideas he'd pitched to his father. Seeing this sparked something within him, & he promptly got to work. After about a week of hard labor (exemplified thanks to his one arm), he managed to take part of his old robot proposal & fashion a rudimentary prosthetic arm for himself. Upon attaching it & seeing it move just like a normal arm, the emptiness inside him began to fill with a sense of pride. At that moment, a realization struck him - staying upset at everything wasn't going to change or accomplish anything. All he could do was suck it up & move on. That's probably what his parents would've wanted him to do, anyway.
After picking himself up from this realization, Reece set to work getting his life back on track. He flew through the rest of school & completed online college with a full-fledged degree within the span of the next year. The house was reconstructed & even enlarged considerably. He even made a name for himself as a brilliant inventor, even selling several patents & amassing his own fortune.
Nowadays, Reece is just that - a genius inventor considered to be one of the smartest people the world's ever known. Despite this, he's typically a bit of a loner, preferring to keep to himself a lot of the time. Most of his free time is spent either working on his newest experiments/creations or in combat training. He may not look it, but he has a fairly strong sense of justice, primarily fueled by his past experience with loss & him not wanting anyone else to share that feeling. As such, he tends to moonlight as the Black Dragoon, a hero who keeps the peace in the city. His main driving force, though, is vengeance. He hopes to protect the world from whatever despicable organization that caused his loss in the first place.
A robotic arm he fashioned together years ago in order to replace the actual arm he lost. While it's gone through a number of upgrades & modifications over the years, he considers it his second greatest creation. The Armament comes in three parts - a dock, the arm itself, & a control chip. The dock is embedded within Reece's shoulder & connects his remaining nerves to the rest of the device. The arm itself connects to the dock. The chip sits attached to his brain & assists with sending various control signals to the arm. On a base level, it functions as a perfect replacement limb, but it has quite the number of additional functions, too. Some of the more noteworthy ones include:
As an aside, typically, he tends to keep his false hand covered in a white glove. He doesn't really need to, but he does it anyway to keep from drawing attention.....& he thinks it looks cool...
One day, as he was fixing up the house & clearing stuff out, he came across a box of his father's old belongings. The most noteworthy thing in there was a huge, black cloak. Of course, his mind immediately recalled memories of a certain individual...but upon closer inspection, this cloak seemed a lot better cared for. As such, any correlation was most likely coincidental. Regardless, sitting underneath it was a note from his father that, in essence, said that it was something he created & wanted to gift to Reece when he was older & left the note as confirmation of this in case he was no longer around to do so in person. The cloak itself was fairly standard aside from one particular function - the ability to store things in a sort of pocket dimension. To this day, he doesn't fully understand how it works specifically, yet he's at least been able to discern a few things, namely that a full person can't be placed within. In general, it can't actually fit all that much, but it's enough for general use purposes & then some. Ever since he found it, he's worn it constantly as part of his daily attire. Additionally, he generally keeps the hood up whenever he's out in public for whatever reason.
A pair of blades he forged himself out of a custom-made, extremely-durable alloy. The former is a longsword, complete with its own scabbard & is generally stored within his cloak. The latter is more of a mechanical cutlass with the ability to flatten its edge & even collapse down for easy storage within his mechanical arm. Most of his time spent not on any of his projects is instead spent training himself in combat. He considers himself a master of the blades & hopes to use his skills to both protect people & get get revenge on the ones that killed his parents.
Despite being quite skilled in a number of things, even he's not impervious to injury. However, strangely enough, he seems to heal much quicker than normal. Even stranger is the fact that he bleeds green rather than red. What this means or why this happens is a complete mystery to almost everybody except himself...