Ferenec

I'm very annoyed it doesn't seem to be displaying my images. I worked hard on those.

At the age of 11, Hooded Redwing found himself confronted with intrusive voices that no one else seemingly heard. After being diagnosed with a magical connection to the Netherworld, Hood was recruited by one of the many heroes of the city. Working his way from sidekick to full fledged hero, his entire world came crashing down one fateful day. As the Rikti invaded, Hood struggled against them to save lives. Returning home as soon as he could to extricate his wife from the situation, he found himself too late. Destroyed in a blast, the apartment he lived in had been leveled, with his wife inside. Struggling with grief and anger, he eagerly signed up as part of a Portal Corp team meant to travel to the Rikti Homeworld to strike a blow against the Rikti. Leading the thirteen man team, they stepped into the portal, and disappeared. Only Hood and two others returned, none of them speaking of what happened there. Lost and confused, Hood gave up the cape and cowl life for a simpler one: living on the streets as a homeless derelict, begging for spare change and shouting about the end of the world. As he wanders the streets of Paragon City, he appears to have gone slightly insane. Claiming the city 'speaks' to him, he travels around, hopelessly lost in his own world...



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is it possible to make a fire scrapper while NOT taking the three "sword" powers? I hate the animation and look of it as well as a horrible fit for a RP character. If I make a fire/fire and choose to not take those three, how bad am I "gimping" myself?

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Do not trust scrappers to act properly in groups.


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HEY!

Ok nevermind, it's true =)

The burning cigarette smoke wafted up my nose and stung my throat, forcing me to cough. I looked at the man across from me. He's about 5'6, dark hair. He's wearing a kevlar reinforced upper body suit coated in the newest liquid body armor solution. The facemask has been pulled down for his comfort, and his large energy guantlets sit on the table ominously next to my tape recorder and his glass of bourbon. He's leaning back in the chair with his arms crossed while his feet are kicked up on the table. His body armor appears to stop at the waist, but underneath his tanned cargo pants I can make out small bulges of technology. The dark boots he wears also show the same hidden tech, with shock absorbers on the bottoms. I'm Patrick Higby and I'm a reporter for the Paragon City Times. The man across from me calls himself Wave Surge, but his real name is Victor James, and I'm conducting a rare interview with a villain.

"We gonna start this f*&%ing thing or what?"

"Uhm, yes, sorry, the recorder is on already. Can I get you anything else?"

"Nah. Go ahead then. Shoot. Ask what ya gotta." He takes another drag on his cigarette and follows with some bourbon, staring at me. The anger on his face only belies something else.

"When did you start your criminal career Victor? Can I call you Victor?"

"I'd rather you didn't. Call me Wave Surge. Or Wave, or Surge, hell even #$$hole is fine. Just don't call me Victor." he took another sip of bourbon and gazed back for a moment. "Almost a year before the Rikti. I uh, I was pretty hard up on my luck. Got laid off from the company I worked for, had to do a lot of odd jobs to keep alive. Dishwasher, janitor, construction, even Positron Pizza at one point. Anything for cash ya'know? It was really hard, with my kid an' all."

"You have a son?" I asked. "What's his name, how old is he, where does he-?"

"Had." Wave Surge cut me off "I had a son." I clammed up quickly. "He died. See... he had amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, Lou Gehrig's disease, ya know? Like that Steven Hawking rube." he finished off his drink and poured another. "'Cept he wasn't smart either, had some downs syndrome or some such along with it. It's hard taking care of him by yourself, and I loved him so much. Ida done anything for my son. My wife left me after she had him, she didn't want no retarded baby she said. So I raised him myself, best I knew how. Anyhow... times were rough. Working two jobs jobs full time barely left me any sleep, let alone anytime with him. And sitters want lots to take care of a special kid like him." Wave Surge drank more bourbon.


"What happened to him?"

"It was getting harder and harder to make the money I needed, and keep sitters around. I knew a few guys who were doing some side work for the Family and the Tsoo. The kept offering me small time work for big time money. Rough a guy up here, deliver a package there. Eventually, I caved, gave in. Started picking up some small tasks, and making more money. I only needed to work one job after a while, and then only needed to work the side work. The Family really liked me, I fit in wit' those guys, ya know? My kind of people. They're good guys deep down, just some of 'em go too far, give 'em all a bad name."

"I was running a delivery job for the Tsoo when I got this suit. I drove a truck down ta' a Talos Island warehouse. When I got there, cops were all over tha place. Turns out a cape busted in a busted some heads, and broke up whatever they were doin'. I acted casual, and drove the truck back to tha guy I got it from. I came in an' he figgered I didn't know about the bust up, thought I delivered and paid me. I took the cash and took off."

"You didn't tell him about the package? How come?"

"I dunno. Didn't want him angry ya know? I took it home, and opened it up and found the suit. It had some fancy legs and boots too, but those got trashed a while back during the Rikti thing. I put it on, and it auto fit me. the gloves, the suit, it felt powerful in it. Figgered I could make a lot of dough and not have to worry about side jobs, or two jobs or anything for a while."

"I went ta King's Row for a few nights and learned how to use it, then just started knockin' over stores. Jewelry, electronics, 7-11, anything I could. I didn't wanna do anything crazy, like a bank, 'cause ya never know when a nutjob in a cape will appear. The Tsoo picked up I had their tech gear, and weren't all that happy. Said since I was usin' it I might as well keep it, and pay it off. So I was workin' for them again, just this time the big stuff. They didn't pay me, and Victor was gettin sicker, so I had to hit up stores 'n such like I was before. The Tsoo... they are slave drivers I tell ya."

"Victor? Is that your son's name?" he looked me straight in the eye when I asked, and seemed pretty upset I even mentioned it. He polished off another bourbon.

"Yeah. Yeah it is." he stayed silent for a moment just glaring at me. "Anyhow, I worked for the Tsoo for a good while, doing pretty much everything, never killed a guy or fought a cape though. I refused to on tha' first, and the second, guess I just got lucky a lot. Anyhow, like, 2 months before the Rikti came 'round, my luck ran out. I was guarding a shipment out in Independence Port when a pair a' capes showed up. Blasted their way through, and before I knew what was going on they were on me. The first one just blew me away with fire, the second one punched me right in tha' head and that was the last I remember."

"I woke up in a jail hospital a while later. They asked me what day it was, I told 'em Tuesday. They told me it was actually Friday, more'n two weeks after I got laid out. I panicked, cause didn't know how Victor was. They told me they were sure the police had taken care of him, or that the sitter had. I didn't know that, how could they? They had ta' release me though, didn't have anything on me except I was in a warehouse with an unregistered tech suit. They gave me my gear and I took off. Ran home as quick as I could, I ran until my lungs hurt and I couldn't feel my legs. Faster than I ever have." Wave Surge leaned forward in the chair and put his drink down. His elbows on his knees he leaned forward and held his head, covering his face. He didn't say anything for a while.

Without lifting his head, he quietly picked up. "I... I got home and... it smelled in the hall outside the apartment. I thought maybe he had just messed himself, maybe a dog or dead rat or... I dunno. I opened the door and.. he..." His voice choked and he struggled to speak. "The sitter had just left my son, my poor baby boy... she just left him there. He... she didn't care nothin' about him an' just left when her time was up. I sat there with him for almost the entire day, till some police showed. They had to drag me away from his body when the coroner got there. Told me he'd starved to death within a day or two. Tried to tell me he didn't suffer but... I could see the look on his face... frozen when he died. He died not knowin where I was or why I wasn't there. Why his Daddy didn't take care of him or help him. He didn't deserve to die like that. Die alone, hungry. Cold. Oh god." Wave Surge began to quietly sob to himself. I took the bottle and poured myself a drink, and tried to get the image of a starved child out of my head.

It was a while before he spoke again, and only after another drink and a smoke. "I can't really blame no one but myself, ya know? I shouldn'ta been out doin' those jobs, shoulda' tried to stay legit. Those damn capes though... I don't even know who they were, they were doing what they do, they didn't know. That babysitter... the cops took her in for child abandonment, some other bull$*&%. I drank for a while... then the Rikti attacked. I dodn't really care, King's Row ain't that big a target to them. I stayed in my apartment for a while, watching it on the news like most folk. I saw a lot of fighting, a lot of people suffering. Thought ta myself I wonder how many kids are out there with their Dads laid up, or fighting these godd*mned alien b*$tards. I still had my suit. I looked out the window and saw fighting past those walls they had laid down. I felt bad, so I put it on, and left my place."

"Thats when you became a hero? Awarded medals for Honor, and a Paragon City Hero Badge, right?" I looked over the small file I had obtained from my PPD contact.

"What mook didn't get those? Almost everyone who picked up a stick or a gun to fight them did. I only helped where I could. I ran over to Baumtown, Boomtown whatever, and saw stuff burnin' and blowin' up. I just ran through buildings, helped where I could."

"Theres a photo of you in costume leaping out of a building with several children in your arms, and a Rikti attack drone firing at you." I pulled the photo out of the file and showed it to him. "Was a full page photo in one of the history books that came out recently. I know the man who took it, he died the day after exposing this film."

Wave Surge glanced at it briefly. "Whatever. Anyhow... after that thing was over I tried turning legit. But everytime I see a hero, or a cop, I can't think of anything but my boy. How I let him down, how they let him down. Cops didn't care enough to run my profile and see I had a kid, heros didn't care enough to pull their punches to just knock me out for a while, babysitter didn't care enough to take care of him when I didn't show, or even check up on him. Everyone in Paragon City, I feel like they let me down, ya know? The ordinary, the extraordinary, everyone. I feel like I let him down myself fer doin' the work I did. I don't deserve to be with the heroes. I told Miss Liberty that once."

"How did you come to being in the Rogue Isles?"

"I just left. Got sick of trying to do good, and everything there reminding me of my boy. Stole a Longbow speedboat, never looked back." Wave Surge stood up and finished his drink. He pulled his mask over his face, and lit a fresh cigarette before putting on his gloves. The rhytmic hum of energy flowed as he powered up his suit.

"Are you happier here? Is this the best life for you?" I asked him. He just shrugged back.

"I'm where I belong, with the rest of the scum of the world." he started to walk out, and then paused by the table. He picked up the picture I showed him earlier. "Can I hang on to this? I..." he paused and sadly smiled "I think my boy would have liked it."

I nodded at him, and watched him stick the picture in a pocket on his belt. He took the stairs out of the basement, and I watched from the distraught buildings' window as his power suit activated, and he leaped away. I gathered the tape recorder and my notebook and jacket, then pulled out my transmitter. As the hum of the teleporter surrounded me to bring me home to Paragon City, I thought to myself that maybe not everyone in the Rogue Isles is a freak, murderer, or mentally disturbed individual. Maybe some just can't get over their own grief and guilt.


Wave Surge, level 15 Stalker (Energy Melee/Regen)

Comments welcomed! (please?)

I'm just misunderstood. No one gets it! I always tried so hard to be as good as my brother James, but it never worked. He's two years older than me, and better at almost everything. I work out, he works out harder. I get straight A's in school with honors, so does he, but the teachers send home letters to Mom ad Dad saying how GREAT he is, not me. He's on the football team, quarterback. I sit on the bench. I work as a busser, he's a waiter. Everybody loves my brother, I'm just the tag along.

"Oh you look so much like your brother!", "Oh you sound like him", "Why can't you be as funny as your brother?", "How come you don't have a car like your brother?". It's always about him! He's first in everything in my family, he's just so damned superior! Mom and Dad shower him with attention. I get shafted. They ask him everything about his day, and hardly anything for me at all. I could leave the dinner table and they wouldn't notice.

Things got a lot different though, and fast. I was working at the restaurant one night and started bussing table 29, where a couple of rough guys had been, when I noticed something on the seat. It was a small metal case, like an old cigarette holder. I picked it up, and threw it in my apron pocket in case they came back and forgot about it.

The end of the night came around, and I was heading home, when I remembered what was in my apron. I pulled it out, and opened it up to see what was inside for sure, expecting cigarettes. But instead I found long glass cylinders with short needles at the ends. I looked over one of the capsules and stared at the greenish liquid inside. I rolled it over in my fingers and read the side.

'Superdine'

I nearly rolled my car onto the sidewalk. I put the capsule back in the case and started to panick. What if Dad found it? What if James found out about it? Will the drugs show up in my pee test for the team? What if those guys come back to the restaurant looking for their stuff? A million questions rolled through my mind, when the lights started to flash behind me. A cop! Without even realizing it I had started speeding. I pulled over and the cop came out and walked to my car carefully. I rolled down my window and he shone his flashlight in on me, and over the car. It shone on the superdine case for a moment and I panicked even more.

"License and registration please."
I pulled it out from the glove compartment and gave him my license. I stared fearfully at him, not knowing what to say. "Do you have any unregistered metahuman abilites I should be aware of?" he asked.

"N... No sir." I stammered.

He pulled his book out and started to write. "I'm citing you for speeding, you were going 65 in a 35 zone. Please sign here, signing is not admitting you did anything wrong or your guilt." I signed the ticket and he handed me back everything. "Have a nice night son." The officer turned and walked back to his car, then pulled away. I sat in shock. I couldn't believe it, he hadn't noticed or cared about the Superdine case! I felt so relieved, until I stared at the ticket. I could'nt believe it, how could I be so stupid?! James had NEVER gotten a ticket! This was going to be so terrible! I drove home, kicking myself all the way.

I got home and went into Dad's study, where he was reading.
"Dad, I got a ticket, I'm really sorry." James was studyng at the desk and turned around, frowning. I felt him looking at me, judging me, laughing, because I was such a failure. Dad looked over the ticket. "Not to worry Shawn, I'll have Shane over at the firm take care of it. Won't even be on your record." James turned around, and Dad went back to reading. In his voice... it was there. He didn't say it, but he was comparing me to James.

"But James never gets any tickets!" I yelled. They both looked at me again with my outburst, and Mom came in from the hall.

"What?" James asked.
"So? It's ok son." Dad said. Mom looked at me, I could tell she was judging me too.
"It's not ok Dad! You always compare me to James and now this is one more thing you can add on to it! You always think he's better than me, he's always the superior one! For once I want to be the important one! I want to be the favorite son! I want you to love me as much as you love him! Quit judging me and comparing me to him!" I just screamed it all out, then ran out of the room, pushing past Mom and upstairs into my bedroom, slamming the door. I laid on my bed, angry, crying. I hate them all so much! I hate my brother!

A while later my door knocked a little, and James came in.
"Can I sit down?" he said. I didn't answer, and he pulled my desk chair over to the bed. "Mom and Dad don't love me more. They don't compare you to me or anything bro. I'm not superior. I graduate this year, ya know? The next two years, they are all you. One day, you'll have your chance to shine." I glared at him, every word making me hate him more. I wanted my time now!

"Get out." James got up and left my room, and I rolled over in bed, pulling the sheets over me. I shifted around trying to get comfortable, but I was just so angry. I felt something jabbing me, and took out my apron and the metal case of superdine. I sat up and looked at the case, and it smiled back at me in the moonlight. There were 13 of the capsules, so perfectly cylindrical, and the green drug took an eerie look in the night.

I hopped out of bed and sat down at my computer, and googled everything I could on Superdine, reading it's side effects. I read every link, every news article, every scientific bit. All I learned was how 'dangerous' it could be, if taken in excess. So I looked up the side effects. Loss of motor functions, brain cell depletion, skin tinting green, the orcish faces those trolls get. I spent almost all night there, taking notes.

The next day I got up before everyone, and went to Paragon University. I walked into the chemistry lab and headed inside. I got a few looks from some people, but no one bothered me. I took out a single cylinder of superdine, and began to analyze it, putting years of hard studying and schoolwork to use. The next three months, everything I had was there. Every day I worked on it, trying to crack it, make it better. My grades dropped, and I was kicked off the team, and lost my job. Mom and Dad kept asking what was wrong, and grounded me. I learned to get the mail from that point on, and they never knew when I was expelled. James was so into himself and his own superior life he didn't even notice, and no one cared enough to ask him where I went. I barely ate, and barely slept too, but it paid off. Three months of hard work, and I finally had it. I watched the last chemical sequences fall into place, and tint the superdine from green to red. I scrambled and took my notebook and notes, where I kept everything, and my new superdine, and ran from the lab.

I had to test it now. But where. I went to the park down the street from my house, and sat down. On the outskirts of Paragon City I didn't need to worry about anyone bothering me. I pulled out the first capsule, and without second thought, plunged it into my arm. The capsule emptied itself into me, and I went numb in the arm.

Had I done it wrong? What was it doing? My arm turned numb all the way up to my shoulder, then my chest. My legs turned to jelly and I collapsed to the ground, then as suddenly as it came, it went, replaced by a indescribable rush. Every muscle in my body came alive, like pure adrenaline surging into me! I felt my muscles bulge and grow. Bruises on my arms began to fade, and my back no longer hurt from sitting in lab benches and computer chairs for so long. I felt so strong, so fast, as if I could do anything!

I wanted to test myself. Looking around I picked up the parkbench, and hurled it as far as I could, it landed nearly 50 feet away! It's amazing! If you could only feel the rush I'm takling about! Know I knew why trolls and everyone else did Superdine! I ran around the park, smashing benches, fountains, I uprooted a few small trees. I ran the entire park in less than 5 minutes, twice! I was so powerful! For about two hours, I terrorized the park.

As I started to get tired, I ran home and crashed into bed, hard. I felt my new strength fading, and I was slowing down. I puked on the floor a few times before I passed out. I barely recall Dad trying to wake me up. When he figured out I was sick, he sent in Mom. She took care of me, cleaned up my vomit, and brought me some water and soup. I could barely move, or do anything. All I thought about was Superdine. I needed more. I wanted more. I had to have it.

When I finally work up it was about 1 in the afternoon, and no one was home. I got up and checked myself out. The superdine had bulked my muscles up, I looked stronger than James! I loved it. But I felt weak, slow. I pulled out my perfected superdine, only two capsules left. I popped one, and felt the rush, the power! This was better than anything. This was SuperiorDine. And it's mine. I sat down, my accelerated metabloism and mind working, and thought it out. It would cost me nearly $300 to make a refine a single vial of SuperiorDine. No way I could raise that money just working a regular job. I'd have to do something... drastic. Maybe I could sell it? No, than everyone would be Superior. I thought a hundred things out... and then it hit me.

The bank.

I pulled on a shirt and jeans, my shoes and went to my closet, pulling out my ski mask. Low grade, but it would work. Before I left, I memorized the SuperiorDine formulae, and then destroyed the notebook. Now it will ALWAYS be only mine.

Things kinda ran blurry from there. Popping another Superiordine, I headed out to the bank... and... I remember the bank, and knocking out the security, getting the cash. I ran home, James, Mom and Dad were all there. Dad asked me what I was doing, and James too. I told them now *I* was the superior one, not James. We argued... James came to me, trying to say something. I grabbed him up with a single hand, and snapped his neck. The comparison was over forever, now there was only me! Dad ran to James of course, not caring about me, and started screaming... he kept yelling, I couldn't handle it. Mom was calling the cops, and before I knew what happened I was standing over her body, the phone crushed in my hand. Dad sat there blubbering. I just laughed at him.

The cops came to stop me but their bullets only caused small bruises. I hurt them too. More were coming when my Superiordine faded on me, and I couldn't help but be dragged off. If I could have just had some more of it!

In jail I struggled a lot without the Superiordine. I was sick almost everyday, and I began to prematurely age. Some guys had a low grade SuperDine available, and I'd take some of that to keep my strength up. The sickos in the Zig always called me 'The Boy' to make fun of me since I'm only 16. When the breakout happened, I was one of the few who escaped, and I'm on my own now, for the first time in my life. My Superiordine keeps me strong, fast, smart. It puts me back to looking a few years younger than I am. I don't care if I'm addicted, because I can stop if I need to. I can make a new serum to get me off and keep my good looks and strength and speed... I'm, I'm working on that now. This thing in the Rogue Isles is just to let me work, get some cash before I can finish my product and make it perfect. Make it better. I'm better than these people here, they're all criminals, not me. I only started taking this stuff to be better than James, not for some petty reasons like these criminals do. I only took it so I wasn't so weak. I don't deserve to be locked up. I'm better than these people, I'm superior. I'm just misunderstood.

Superior Boy level 10 (growing quick) SS/Inv Brute

Roleplayed as a 16 year old drug addict, thinks he's better than almost all the other villains he meets, addicted to SuperiorDine that he makes.

Comments welcome!

For my villains:

Wave Surge: Cocaine and Whiskey - Johnny Cash

Cold Nebula: I Want You - Elvis Costello (when not in combat, read my origin story for him, you'll get it)

Superior Boy: 21st Century Digital Boy (I play him as a college guy addicted to a modified make of superdine that he calls SuperiorDine that makes him look younger, Im making a story soon)

Heroes:

White Nebula: Fly - Hillary Duff (hahahah sometimes it's so fun roleplaying as a girl)

Ferenec: People Are Strange - The Doors

Thanks guys, really appreciate the comments, hopefully some more might roll in. Ill try working on something for my other villains and heros, I hope they can size up to this one.

My name is Ritchie. I used to be a standup guy, but not anymore. See, it all comes down to when the Rikti attacked. No. No. It was before that.

I used to be in the Air Force, I piloted an A-10 Warthog. Good plane, a little slow, but sturdy, powerful. I was career, and living a good life. I lived in paragon City, and thats when I first met her. Ryane. She snubbed me at first, of course, but I could see her warming up to me as time passed. On my off time I'd meet her at a bar, have a few drinks and watch as she pretended to ignore me, and laugh with her friends. She would flirt with other guys to make me jealous, but that's ok, it was fine. I'd have a smoke and some drinks, and later on outside the bar I'd talk to that guy about putting the moves on MY GIRL. I'd rough them up a little, and leave them broken and crying. I'd go see Ryane at work, and she would pretend to be angry with me and tell me to leave. We had this little joke about how I was always bothering her, of course it had to be a joke, we didn't want to get her in trouble for flirting with her love at her workplace. See, she really did love me. I'd watch her at home, I got a place across the down the street from her. I'd peek in as she cooked and cleaned, or watched tv with her cat curled up on her lap. Sometimes I'd go inside when she wasn't home, for a token of affection, or leave one of my own. I even went in once when she was sleeping, she didn't even know I was there! It was so cute, watching her sleep like that. I loved her so much.

Then she started hurting me, for no reason! When she started seeing some guy behind my back and I found out, I went nuts. I kicked in her door, and yelled at her. She said that there was never anything between us, can you believe it!? I just couldn't hold it in, so I hit her a few times, it was her fault, I can't believe she said our love wasn't real! I just wanted her to say she loved me. After our little arguement we made up, and made passionate love in her bed. Later that night I went to that guys house and looked around. It was pretty late at night, like 3 am, and he was asleep. I was still so angry though, I pounded on his door till he answered. he and I had a fight, and... well I did something that I guess I shouldn't have done. He won't ever touch my girl again though.

That night I cut up and bruised my knuckles pretty bad, my Commander even said something the next day at work. I couldn't fly for a week until the bruises went down some because the Commander said he didn't want me hurting them more on the stick when I was in the air. I lied and told him I got in a fight with some Hellion, I didn't want to get my baby in trouble of course. She overreacted to it all, and went to the hospital. After she got out a couple weeks later, I kinda stayed away, I think she was still a little upset at me. I was watching her one night, from the window, just to make sure she was ok, when out of nowhere, this cape showed up! Bright blue spandex with a giant red eagle on his chest, he knocked me flat with one hit for no reason! He took me in, and the cops said I was STALKING Ryane! How could I stalk my girlfriend? I love her and she loves me! Anyhow, they kept on me about all this jazz, the guy she was cheating on me with wound up dead in Kings Row, they tried blaming me, but they didn't have evidence. I told them it was probably the Skulls, or Hellions. I got slapped with a restraining order, and they told me not to leave the city. Stupid pigs.

A few days later the Rikti came. I was on base at the time, so I hopped into my A-10 and my attack squadron headed off to one of their motherships. Man was that intense! Aerial firefights with aliens and capes flying all around. I was flying in for an attack run, when I saw this guy on my wing. Flying along, bright blue spandex, red eagle on his chest. He smiled at me a gave me a thumbs up, then flew ahead. The nerve! He though I didn't know who he was? He was taunting me! I got so pissed... the adrenaline, all of the anger... I moved in right on his six. I fingered the trigger on my forward gun for a second and savored the moment. Then I fired. The depleted uranium shells flew right at him and tore him to shreds!! I couldn't believe it, I had showed him, that cape, that [censored]! He ruined me and now I killed him! I got him back! I laughed and howled, and said I got one. My copilot didn't understand why I was so happy at shooting some no name hero out of the sky. He said I was crazy and that I'd lost it! In the heat of it all some damned alien attack drone flew right on me, and almost blew my wing off.


I circled around, and fired the main gun at it. Depeleted uranium bounced right off it's energy shields and struck right back into my bird. Two of the shells tore right into me. I started going down, my copilot was dead. I tried bailing out, but no good. I slammed into a building with a little bit of a controlled landing, and fell out of the plane. I stumbled away, and fell into some rubble not too far away. I laid there for 4 days. I was hurt, bad. I wasn't dying, but the pain... so intense. The left side of my face was burned... I had three slugs in my leg, shoulder and hip. Heroes kept flying by, or running, jumping, but none of them would help me! I kept shouting, but they just kept on going like I wasn't even there! That was the longest four days of my life. The pain, heroes not even caring about this soldier laying there.

Finally, some citizens came by and dragged me to a hospital. I was laid up for months. The Air Force came by, and took me into custody. I laid in bed forever. They took my wings because of that hero I killed. I tried to explain! They wouldn't listen, of course. No one can understand. They said I was going to prison for what I did. After the Rikti war was over I was tried for two counts of homocide, [censored], assault, stalking, a few other meaningless charges.

In prison I was... humiliated. I fought as best I could sometimes, but thugs in the Zig are different. Trolls, Hellions, Skulls... I got some rep for killing a hero... but that was it. I was watching tv in the common room one day when a news clip came on about some heroes. I watched it with disdain and disintrest, until I saw her. Ryane. My love! She had lived through the Rikti war, somehow! She was flying, and... shooting energy from her hands! She was a hero now! I couldn't believe it! She ruins my life with this stalking and [censored] crap, cheating on me, and SHE'S a hero now? I got angry again. The blood boiled in my veins, then I felt it. The power. Pure energy radiating through my body. Somehow... those depleted uranium shells had changed me when they were reflected back at me from the drone! I used my newfound radiactivity powers after some practice to esape prison.

I studied Ryane. She called herself White Nebula now. I know it's her under that mask. I copied her costume and made one for myself. I went to her house again, after finding out where she lived. I exposed my new identity to her, and she flipped out knowing it was me! She attacked me! I still can't believe it! That [censored]! That... [censored]. She used her powers on me, and in my inexperience I got knocked out, and once again, because of her, I was in the Zig. Arachnos broke a bunch of us out some time later, and I was one of them. Now I'm in the Rogue Isles working for them. I'm going to study White Nebula, and make myself strong here, learn to use my powers. I'll exploit every weakness she has, and ruin her like she ruined me! I'm not Ritchie anymore.

I'm Cold Nebula.

(ooc) Pure roleplay character, I have both, White and Cold Nebula. One a Ene/Ene blaster, the other Rad/Rad Corrupter. They have the same costume pretty much, his is full mask (stargazer) with the veined face showing (his Rikti war wounds). She just has a domino mask and blonde hair. I've gotten a few comments about Cold's bio, people think I'm crazy =) I have fun roleplaying him. Please comment on his backstory... I want to portray him as a stalker/rapist/psyho killer.