FunstuffofDoom

The Frost Fiend, upset by all the killing Immortal has cuased on the world preceeds to grad a pair of Resucsitators (the shocker "Clear!" thingies!) and hunt him down. Spotting him in a small back alley, The Frost Fiend sneakes up and shouts "Clear!" at the top of his lunges, then uses the resucitator thingie to stop Immortal's heart beating. Then, he preceeds to skin Immortal's corpse, and hang it from a nearby poll. Then he dances a jig to a tune he Started humming. All's good.

The Frost Fiend, disguised as the bum, cackles, and preceeds to shove six feet of ice through the stupid person in front of him. He then preceeds to releive himself on the dead hero's corpse.
/ooc top that.

/ooc wow, more posts! I fear I have committed the biggest sin of all. Failure of good charcter development/imagery. Allow me to enlighten you all posting, and those posting in the future. Note that I am cringing and feeling very ashamed of myself for having to do this. The Frost Fiend Stands at a Near 6 feet, has skintight armor on his chest, weres those creepy tech payldrons that go down the back of you arms, skin tight pants, and fat armoured boots. Everything is a royal blue with black camo linings and such. His afored mentioned skin is a pale blue, blue glowing eyes, shaven head, and pointed ears as well. Did I miss anything?
IC
It was the middle of the night, at least it felt that way, when the door to Frost Fiend's cell clanked open.A pair of guards dragged in a flambouantly dressed hero and shackled him to the floor similar to the way they had shackled The Fiend. The soul difference was that, instaid of the shackles glowing a light blue, they glowed orange. Frost Fiend shook his head, and tried to clear it. so much had happened since... whenever it had been. The guards were speaking. "The boss said they wanted to bring this freak here into the lab." Grab him, then." said another. Frost Fiend struggled as they grabbed him, but a one stabbed a dart in his leg, and the world moved upsidedown...

/ooc Hey, thanks for posting.
IC
The Frost Fiend's eyes snapped open. He looked around. He was in a cell. His glowing blue eyes flared off something. He was in a cell with a mirror of some sort. Sweat beaded on his shaven crest, and dribbled down his back. That's odd He thought. Usually my armor catches sweat before it can reach my... My Armor! Frost Fiend stood. Or rather he tried to. He was somehow shackled to the floor. Enough to stop him from standing up, yet not enough to pin him to the floor, the manacles glowed. They shouldn't be a problem The Fiend thought. A thin blade of ice should cut through these in a jiffy. He concentrated on his finger, and let the air cool. he let the warmth leech into his own body, where his mutant metabolism fueled it back into his powers. Nothing happened. His powers weren't working. not a useful development.

/ooc This is my first post here, and, I hope, will be a successful one. Post up, and your character, and lets get going!
IC
The Frost Fiend was making his rounds in Atlas Park. not that he really needed to, there were plenty of young kids ready to done a mask and cape capable of patrolling Atlas, but Frost had been here a long time. He wanted to make sure that it stayed the way it was. As he flew along, A civilian walking along the street shouted at him. "Hey, Ya big blue-skinned Freak! Get outa here! ain't nothing going on!" Frost Fiend groaned. That was sign one that something was wrong. He swooped downm onto the sidewalk, and noticed that the civillian who had shouted at him was carrying a gun. And a knife. THeir were several people nearby who looked like they were trying to blend in. They were all also armed. Frost Fiend felt an ulsar growing in his stomach. One of the armed civillians, leaning on a trashcan, gave it all away. THe bullet ment to kill Frost Fiend was intercepted by a large chunk of ice. "THat was a very very stupid thing todo." Frost Fiend said through gritted teeth. The Thugs didn't seem to think so. A group of five surrounded him, all with guns pulled. However, before a bullet could be fires, water in the air condensed, and grew cold. In a flash, The Frost Fiend was standing inside a wall of ice, with strange, human shaped bumps. Five of them. Let someone else take care of them. I'm curious as to what they were doing. Frost fiend thought. He stepped back into a close alley. Scattered around, under some derbis, were packs of 'Dine. "Not Surprising." He muttered. However, as he moved back, the derbis got more and more extensive. Some of it was charred. It looked like.. "Oh my God..." Frost Fiend breathed. A Battle had gone on here, and it had ended porely for the hero, or Heroine. He dropped down on his hands and knees, examining the ground. He came up holding a hypodermic dart. "Dear Lord, someone is kidnapping Heroes!" The Frost Fiend felt dizzy. Something was digging at his leg, and it hurt. He looked down, and a dart was sticking out his clavicle. As the drug took effect, he heard the clank of boots, and sharp German commands. Then he fell into a pool of black...
/ooc feel free to join in as a captured Hero, or A hero who managed to escape some sort of atempt, however, I would like One person to RP the 5th Column. But, if no one does, I'm perfectly willing to do it myself.