BrainChild

"I don't thinks that's much of a reason not to kill you." The creature said with its insane smile. "So stop squirming and let me kill you."

"Stop making fun of my name." The Un-Monster said as he charged at the gunner, only to be stopped by a strange creature seemingly made entirely from wood. Its teeth were sharp and pointy, and its mouth twisted into an insane smile.

Its eyes were black except for the tiny, red pupils. Its nose was quite long, at least two inches, and it wore a white tank-top, stained with blood in the same manner as Troy's, and with many holes in it.

"I'd stay away if I were you." The creature said. "If you mess with one Butcher, you mess with all of us..." He turned and looked at the gunner, seemingly confused.

"Who are you, and why shouldn't I kill you?" The creature asked as a spike came out of its hand, pointing right at the gunner.

(OOC: Good point; but tecnically, absolute zero's impossible if you're in contact with some other form of matter.)

Troy grinned as the powers began flowing through his body. "Yeah... this is nice..." Energy began to surround his hands as he looked at Daryl, who wasn't even trying to dodge the attack.

"You don't know much about machines." Daryl said as the tendrils came towards him. "The colder things get, the better a machine can run!"

"Hey, this isn't exactly fair."A voice said from above as a giant creature jumped down from the top of a building, landing on the car. With seemingly no fear of burns, the creature pulled the gasoline-soaked towel and dropped it near the pyromaniac.

The creature's face and body were severely veined and muscular. His black hair was swept back. A blue t-shirt and jeans that seemed to be XXL were very tight on him. His skin was orange, except for his feet, which had purple markings on them.

"You guys picked a bad day to crawl out of the shadows." The hero said. "Now you'll have to face the Un-Monster!"

"Well, looks like you guys came to play." Daryl said jokingly as jumped to the side, dodging both attacks. "It's a shame that I play rough."


"You fools would dare attack a god?!" Anubis of the Judged yelled angrily. "I shall mummify you myself!" Flames all appeared on his fingers and began moving in a circular motion. Before long, a little ring of fire had appeared there.

Anubis of the Judged quickly tossed the ring of fire at Tiny. It steadily grew in size until it completely surrounded the bruiser.

"Someone didn't get their morning coffee." Daryl joked. "Really, you need to find a way to solve your problems nonviolently. Stop being violent, or I'll rip your arms out."

"Mind telling me why you're helping me?" Troy asked the Blood Gunner. "There're at least two Butchers here, and we don't like people who mess with us."

Troy turned and looked at Xey. "Good, a Butcher." He said. "When do I get my powers?"

"Right after my fist hits your face." A voice said as a bluish silver android flew into Trow, hitting him in the face.

"The name's Daryl." The android said. "I'll be beating the snot out of you today. Hope you don't mind."

Troy didn't notice the guy chasing him; all he cared about was getting money to pay for his powers. If he had turned around, he probably would've seen the leader of the gang, as well as the strange happenings in the alley.


"I had come here to Hellion territory in hopes of spreading some justice to them." Anubis of the Judged said as he turned around, looking at his opponents. "I see that this may be more of a challenge... who are you?"

And then, there's the traitorous side-switcher; the one who keeps switching sides until you stop getting surprised at it.

Yeah, but if he did fall into the abyss, it would turn out that was only a clone, and the real villain would come back, with some sorta doomsday weapon that could... I don't know... turn babies into solid gold?

Troy quickly jumped out of the alley and began running. He didn't know who those guys were or why they were helping him; like it mattered. He needed money to get his powers back. There had to be a bank or something nearby...


"Human, you are taxing my patience!" The hero said as he attempted to block the bullets. His invulnerability would help him here; being a god did have its perks. But the poisons had done their toll; he was weakened, and he could feel his powers weakening.

"You mortals will run out of ammunition at one point!" Anubis of the Judged said, for that was his name. "When you do, not even death will be an escape from me!"

"Well... it's the easiest." Troy said, momentarily defeated. He recovered what little power he had left and put it into his finger. It wasn't enough to do any real damage, but it could probably put on a nice distraction.

"I was only trying to get you to give up; make it easy for you!" Troy lied. "You don't know what I can do, man! I've got a whole nuclear powerplant in my finger! I could blast you to bits!"

"That doesn't sound exactly like something a good guy would say." A voice said as desert sand began to swirl around a space. The man who appeared was strange indeed; his clothes were Egyptian in origin and his head was like that of a jackal.

"Dang... a supe." Troy said.

Troy narrowed his eyes in frustration as he backed away. The white tee that the Butchers all wore that were stained with blood stood out in the shadows.

"I ain't afraid of some guys with guns." Troy said as he pointed his now-glowing fingers at Ben and Pete. Almost immedietly, the glow seemed to just sizzle out. Confused and scared, Troy stared at his fingers, thinking about how this was the worst possible time for him to lose power.

"Listen, man, help a guy out?" Troy tried desperatly. "I really need money, man. My, uh... brother's real sick and we're real poor. We don't got no money for his operation."

(OOC: With all of the gangs in Paragon City, I figured that in this RPG there'd be a new one. The story's going to revolve around this new gang, 'The Butchers', and how they all seem to have powers. Feel free to add new characters to the Butchers.)

His name was Troy. In his life he had made a few mistakes, sure; who hasn't? But if there's one thing he shouldn't have done, it was joined the Butchers.

Troy had never thought that joining the Butchers was a bad idea; heck, even now he liked being one. They were still relatively new to the scene, but they had one thing that none of the other gangs had. Not the Tsoo, the Trolls, not the Skulls or the Hellions.

They had powers; all of them.

Sure, it had cost them all. They had to do most of their crimes just to pay the guy who kept giving them powers. The powers would only last a few hours or so, and after that they were dry. Powers like that were more addicting then any drug.

Troy himself had the power to create pure energy. He could only do the small stuff, nothing fancy; not like some of the other Butchers. Troy found himself frequently mugging people to pay for the powers.

This was the case that day. He could feel his powers leaving him. He was slowly becoming sluggish and losing focus. He had to get the money fast. Quickly, he eyed his target; a person walking down the street and who was about to pass the alley he was hiding in.

"Hold it!" Troy said as he stepped out of the shadows and made a grab for the person. If he only knew who it was...

(OOC: Someone step in and take control of the person.)

Wow, this is pretty cool. Seeing as I plan on using some of my characters in my fan fiction, it's important to have an origin... but characters like Powerplay don't exactly have origins yet. Sorry there's no screenshots.

Name: Powerplay's his name, at least since he joined the Masters. He cast his old name aside in an act of loyalty to this new group.
Origins: Mutated by the MIB
Powersets: All involve radiation somehow
History: The man that would one day be known as Powerplay had once just been a drug-dealer working in Harlem. Eventually, the secret organization known as the MIB kidnapped him for the Masters project, a mass experimentation involving hundreds of kidnapees. While others had been mutated beyond human appearance, Powerplay still looked like an average African-American human. However, the radioactive material that had been used to give the test subjects their powers had bonded with Powerplay, allowing him to give people powers for as long as he wanted. He found that these powers were, in a way, addicting and he could use them for profit. When Trauma, leader of the Masters, recruited him for their plan to 'make the world like them', Powerplay happily joined.
Style: Serious, please, as the Masters project killed more than it created
Kitchen Sink: It should be noted that Powerplay is addcited to using his powers. If he doesn't use them within a few hours, he begins to suffer nervous breakdowns.