Intelligent, calculating, and mysterious. Mask is the most dangerous and effective thief to ever set foot in Lattice Light City. Hidden behind a pitch-black mask that even covers his eyes, he was able to gain a foothold in the city after the Nitros separated. Mask, unfortunately, knows exactly how good he is, which makes him feel comfortable enough to constantly run his mouth. Mask will joke and tease at every opportunity, taunting his opponents to no end. He will try to smooth-talk his way out of any situation, even knowing he can easily fight if needed. Armed with technology hidden within his torn-up leather jacket, Mask can emit a powerful blue lightning from his boots and fingertips. He can use this lightning as a ranged attack, to charge his strikes, to launch him to greater heights, and to burn through solid steel. However, the thing that makes Mask most dangerous, is his unpredictability. He has no affiliation, no boss, and no leash. Mask steals purely for the paycheck associated with acquiring and then selling high-level tech. The Nitros will need to find a way to band together once again if they want to stand any chance of stopping Mask from arming the worst side of Lattice Light.
“You know, I came to this city for one reason. There’s tech here in Lattice Light that most people wouldn’t be able to imagine. They have no clue about the things that tech can do. The things it can create... and destroy. In fact, almost every dude and chick in this town would live happier lives not knowing it existed in the first place. Just waddle their coffee-filled asses from place to place, oblivious to the very conversation we're having right now. You and me. What makes matters worse, is that some jerk like me can swoop right in and just take this stuff. Take these weapons and sell them to whoever I want. That’s pretty messed up, right? A psycho like me running around? Any Tom, Dick, or Dante that has a check with my name on it can earn a gun in his pocket. My real name, that is, I don't think 'Mask' will fly at the banks. Some weird alias rule they have, I guess. Anyway, time's ticking. I have people lining up for miles, desperate to get their hands on this stuff and the police are absolutely on the way. Can't miss my chance to go shopping before the sale is over, can I, pumpkin? You know, this scene here, you on the ground and me giving you the classic 'I'm not a nice guy' monologue, it's funny, if I'm honest. I was actually pretty nervous that the world-famous Nitros would throw a wrench into my operations. I mean, when I heard the stories about 'the Earth's first superheroes," how could I not be shaking in my pricey, yet masculine, boots? So, it's good to see the stories I've heard about you guys are just that... stories."