It was a bright and sunny day and it was business as usual in downtown Denver. A completely average looking man, almost too average, carrying a brief case was walking down the busy sidewalk before ducking into an alley. The man looked around for a minute before spying a fire escape leading to the roof of a nearby building. He starts climbing and when he gets to the roof he quickly strips out of his street clothes revealing a black body suit that seems to shimmer in the light. The man crouches down and runs to a nearby wall, his suit starts to shimmer some more and all of a sudden he seems to disappear, his suit completely blending with the surroundings. The man kneels down and opens his case revealing a disassembled weapon. He starts to assemble his weapon, which turns out to be a large sniper rifle, before crawling to the edge of the building. He peers across the street to the building next door, a simple concrete box with few windows like many of the buildings in the city, before resting his rifle on the edge. He looks through the scope attached to his gun and then starts fiddling with some of the dials on it. The building across the way all of a sudden turns from its bland grey to a variety of colors with human shapes colored orange and red standing in the room. The colors are the heat signatures from across the building, the man having used a thermal scope to see through solid objects. He smiled to himself thinking how much Mister Johnson was paying for such an easy assassination. Who the target is he neither knows nor cares some political rival most likely. The assassin, for that’s who the man is, loads one of his special armor piercing rounds into his rifle and takes aim on one of the orange shapes across the way. He starts to slowly squeeze the trigger and there is a sound like that of compressed air escaping. The bullet shoots across the street in the blink of an eye and flies through the wall of concrete as if it were paper. One of the men across the way falls to the floor and the assassin nods in satisfaction. He calmly starts packing away his weapon before climbing back down the building and merging with the crowd on the street.
ULTRA is the codename for one of the most deadly and secretive assassins in the world. Nobody knows his real name or where he comes from and anybody who did is long dead. ULTRA stands about five foot ten inches and when not on a mission looks completely average. A guise he painstakingly upholds so that nobody will remember him except as that guy that is of average height and build.
When on a mission he has many tools at his disposal. First and foremost of these is his sniper rifle. His rifle is quite large and is capable of being disassembled and stored in a brief case to pass checkpoints. When assembled it has three different types of ammunition and a high-tech scope. Capable of not only magnifying what he sees, but recording sound and seeing through walls just to name a few of the features. ULTRA also uses a high-tech chameleon suit capable of making him nearly invisible and is also able to pass as many types of simple clothing. To go along with the rest of his disguise he has a special nano paste that alters his features and skin color so he can look like virtually anyone at all. He also has a special cybernetic implant in his voice box that lets him record and then mimic any voice in the world. These two features allow him to pass as just about anyone on the planet and combined with his sophisticated lock picking equipment he can infiltrate just about anywhere.
ULTRA is considered cold and calculating to the few that meet him in person. He shows no sign of emotion and has just about no personality of his own. This gives him the uncanny ability to change his personality to suit whatever identity he is using at the moment.
