Dylan's having a new suit! Check his epic return here!
If you want to see how he used to look like check it here!

Being punched or kicked from this metallic piece of technology would break your bones, being shot by his red eye of his would disintegrate you into ashes, and if you look into that blue light of his... doom overlooks your fate.


However, this mighty beast wasn’t always a cyborg, nor he desired becoming one. He didn’t even expect it happening… what happened to him, you ask? Well, here's what happened.

One day, during the blistering cold December, inside one of the only hot, cozy cottages in Alaska, a young adult named Dylan was resting by the fire, drinking some delicious coffee.

He was enjoying his time at the cottage with his dog, Jamie until this happened.
While he was finishing the last sips of his coffee, the entrance to his cottage broke into pieces with a large BANG!

"Huh? What the hell?!" shouted Dylan with confusion and fear at the same time.
He quickly jumped out of his couch and ran out his door to wonder what was going on.

What he saw was unbelievable — a scientist, the age about 70-80 was controlling the robot he was inside in tearing down the entire forest!
"What the hell are you doing?" he shouted to the scientist.
The scientist answered, "Oh, me? I'm just tearing down this STUPID forest!"
Confused, Dylan asked, "Why the hell would you do that?"

The scientist said nothing, and then said this:

"You know, I always wished I could turn a human into a cyborg. That was my dream. It seems like you are the perfect one..." spoke the scientist, grinning evilly.
Dylan shouted out a very useful, "Nobody asked!"
"Yep, you’re going to pay for that." said the scientist, then having the mech grab Dylan and capturing him in his chamber, using him as his test subject.

Dylan screamed as he fell into the chamber and landed on the floor, head facing the bottom.

"Ugh… why does it hurt so bad…" he groaned, while managing to keep his balance as he stood up.

"Huh… where am I…?"
He overlooked the desolate white room of the experiment room he was in, and dread quickly spread throughout his nerves. Was he going to die? No. Was he going to transform into something that has never been found before? Yes, indeed.

The scientist came into view of Dylan as he shuffled out of the darkness, which made him less scared as he looked quite stupid — big glasses, balding hair, and no beard. His lab coat was stained too, which gave Dylan a little chuckle.
"What’s so funny, eh?" the scientist replied with a glare in his eye.
Dylan replied with a simple, "Nothing."
Wow, he looks dumb, he thought.
However, he didn’t know what the scientist was going to do to him.

"Alright, let’s get this started!" He spoke, injecting a sleep potion into Dylan.

It didn’t take long for Dylan to notice, and he quickly started to run, shouting for help as the sleep potion entered his veins, but after a few seconds he dropped onto the ground, completely unconscious. And this was a very big advantage to the scientist as he could now conduct his experiment on him.
"Oh, you fool… you don’t know what’s going to happen now, do you?" He chuckled, getting out his equipment and readying him to do… you know.

He laid Dylan down onto the table and began doing surgery on him to apply the robotic parts, which he had to be assisted by a robot to do so successfully, and my oh my, the details of the surgery were so gruesome that I myself cannot describe. As soon as the surgery was done, they began to examine the new body Dylan has possessed.

First of all, they removed his left eye in place for a robotic sphere that shoots out laser beams and doubles as an advanced visionary sphere (or a techy eye), removed almost his entire body for a new durable metal body, which would drastically decrease Dylan’s speed but also increase his strength and hardiness, and a blue light that stood in the center of his chest which would burn the eyes of anyone that would stare at it for 2 seconds (or even longer than that).

After they examined the changes, they secretly brought him back to his house as if nothing happened, but as of course, something did happen.

10 months later…

One day, as he was sitting on his couch, with a neutral look on his face, watching TV, the phone next to him gives a buzz.
He checked his phone and saw an email from one of the conductors of PMC Fighter, Mick McLaren, asking if he wants to join PMC Fighter, a new fighting contest that has been going around globally, he decided to check it and enter in the contest, which officially made him a part of PMC Fighter.

He found some competitors, called some of them, and challenged them to see if they can win first.
Dylan was the ready of the readiest.

STATS:
Speed: 3
Hardiness: 10
Wrestling: He does not wrestle.
Strength: 10