Once, I viewed humanity as mad, doomed to self-destruction, and so I turned my genius to exterminating them, and starting the world anew. But my scheme failed, and as I rebuilt my resources, a funny thing happened. The world kept on turning, despite my low estimation of mankind. I had erred.
Society would have me join the Thunderbolts to determine if I could be “reformed”. Actually it is quite the reverse. Through my teammates, I observe the worst of humanity, and gauge their potential. And the day shall come when it is Centurius who will judge if society has… reformed.