Post Your Villainous Biography Here (Open RP)
By
Cousarr,
Posted on: 2005-10-27 10:18 in Roleplaying
Here's mine:
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This is the only known picture of the revolutionary who calls herself Cymraes. She is flanked by the junior members of her cell of the Celtic Revolutionary Army (Provisional). Cymraes has one known relative, her sister, the hero known as Welsh. The two do not speak, but neither deny the relationship.
Cymraes moonlights from her revolutionary activities by being one of the heads of the [Name deleted for security reasons]. [Name deleted for security reasons] is the evidence/item retrieval arm of the Conglomerate. Initially starting out as a free-lancer to help subsidize the Celtic Revolutionary Army (Provisional), she rapidly rose through the [Name deleted for security reasons]'s ranks as her superiors either met with violent deaths or suddenly retired. Her policies as regards to item retrieval may best be summed up as "No evidence, no witnesses." This accounts for both the interest Interpol has in her and their complete failure to build any sort of case against her.
There is no information available about her cell members. Her cat accompanies her every where. This may be the only living thing that she shows any attachment to. She calls it "Pws" which is indicative of her complete reticence, perhaps.
The Celtic Revolutionary Army (Provisional) is a pseudo Marxist political party that split off from the Celtic Revolutionary Army Brigade over whether or not Mahatma Gandhi was Welsh, The provos maintaining that he was, the rest arguing that he was not. Celtic Revolutionary Army (Provisional) is headed by a cell that is known as the Permanent Executive Regime. The Permanent Executive Regime acts as both executive and judiciary for the policies of the Celtic Revolutionary Army (Provisional). Generally if a member or even an outsider is summoned to go to the Celtic Revolutionary Army (Provisional) Permanent Executive Regime then that person is usually in for it.
The photo referred to above is missing. There appear to be two paragraphs at the end of the brief that are also missing, as well as a cover sheet.
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This character will be on Infinity server.
((Some people think double parentheses mean out-of character comments, but I've always believed they indicate that the writer has "huge tracts of land".))
Matamoros, once the champion of the Inquisition, now it's most hated and feared enemy. He is considered the equivalent of the Fallen One, Lucifer, once the brightest angel in all the heavens, now the most damned traitor in all the chaotic pits of hell.
The "evil" within Matamoros grew over the course of many years and many missions. Some say it was the fact that he killed his opponents, slowly beginning to love their pleas of mercy. Others say it was the secluded life, a life without trust, true friends, and love that slowly drove him mad. Whatever it may be, he left the Inquisition, claiming it to be uncommitted, unfaithful, ungodly, and corrupt. He believed that they didn't do enough to enforce order and the will of the Heavens upon the heretical masses.
Paragon City was gripped by terror. An insane man in red and gold armor, toting a massive, multi-faceted super-gun was murdering people left and right for offenses against the prevailing law and order. It was Matamoros. He was no longer a warrior of the Inquisition, but a psychotic zealot consumed by his hatred of crime and sin. Although he never killed any "innocents," he was condemned for the overwhelming violence he used against petty crimes such as theft and extortion.
Anyone who crossed his path was slaughtered mercilessly. The morgues and hospitals of Paragon were being filled by murdered and mutililated "villains," when it was, in fact, Matamoros who had become the villain. Even when the offenders entered the hospital they were not safe. Upon the occassion that a criminal survived Matamoros's attack, Matamoros would enter the hospital and kill them as they lie helpless and crippled in a bed.
Even the organization that he has served so loyally is after him. The Inquisition plots to kill this monster they have created, but so far every agent sent to kill Matamoros has ended up in a box in the ground.
After the initial reign of terror, Matamoros was convinced he could not enforce order and his version of morality alone. With this realization, Matamoros, using Legion (a massive weapons manufacturing corporation), created his own organization much along the lines of the Inquisition. He dubbed it "The Miltiary Order of St. James of the sword," otherwise known as "The Knights of Santiago." This organization had nothing to do with the pre-existing order, but was focused solely on the goals of "Victor Jaramillo," Matamoros's new persona (his civilian persona which he used to lead Legion). It's ranks were full of corrupted elites from the Inquisition, now fanatically loyal to Matamoros and his ideals. Unlike the Inquisition, The Knights did not secretly enforce order in the background of national politics, but instead it made open and public grabs for power, ruthlessly bullying and even assassinating anyone in its way.
Eventually, Matamoros or "Victor," as he was known, was arrested, the police and heroes of Paragon losing countless people to accomplish this feat. He was put on trial, imprisoned, and awaited execution, but with the Arachnos assault on the prison, Matamoros escaped...
Curse me for being unoriginal, but I liked it the first time too... Mortik, the insane corruptor skull-head...thing...
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When I walk I carry a big-ol stick! Huh-UH! Yeah! Baby! Hit you on da Heaaaad. Ha! Yow! Baby! Its brown and got some leaves on it I think its made of ooooooaaaaaaaakkkkk! Yeah! Huh-UH!
What? Whos there? Who are you? Oh, you again. I hope you brought some more of those little pills. Those blue ones made my head all wobbly and I was enjoyin a chat with the snow-lint monster before it wore off. What? Oh, we were arguing about the socio-political impact McDonalds had on rural Bor-Volencia, in the Delta Quadrent.
No I wont be quiet. I dont care who wants to know what- oh
about me? Really? Welweee? Cool. Ok. Ill tell ya what ya want ta know.
It began a long long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away. It did too. Shutup, you werent there. I remember that distinctly. So there I was, a grown man of forty, wrestling with almighty Jupiter for control of the entire future of humanity when
not the planet you doorknob, the god! Oh wait, maybe it was the planet. I dont remember.
Well of course its the truth! Why would I lie? I have the pictures in my head, I watched them on TV, so I should know!
Shows what you know, Ive never even been to Paragon City. Spent my whole life in rural Buffalo, raising majestic junipers. That bank manager hes the criminal, do you know he told me I couldnt make a deposit without an account?! Well I showed him, didnt I? And I woulda gotten away with it if it hadnt been for them meddling kids.
Ha, ha, Scrappy-Doo, you lovable scamp.
What?
Oh.
Captain who?
Nope, dont remember that at all. You sure he got the right guy?
I dont know, its always been that shape.
What do you mean I dont have a face? How the blazes am I alive without a face? Give me a mirror!
GAH!!! I have no face! Doc, you gotta help me! Hey
Im a handsome devil, aint I? Yeah
. Nevermind
. I think I like it.
So where were we? And that reminds me, why do you keep putting me in this jacket all the time? Its not very well made the sleeves are too bloody long. I must have asked that moron at the door a dozen times for one that fits, he just wont bring it! I go to sleep, I wake up, Im wearin the same thing. The only way you can make it fit is to tie the sleeves to the back, and thats just stupid. Makes it hard to do anything like that.
How do I get out of it? What the jacket? The cell too huh? I dunno... Why? You taking a survey?
Oh, you are, huh? Well next time I do it Ill ask, doc, thats a promise.
Ok, Ill see ya later. Ive got a speech at the Union in a little while, better gimmie some more of those wobbly-head pills, those guys are killer.
SSSsiiiiinnnngggging in the raaain
just sssinnging in the raaaaaaiiiiinnnn
. Ssinging in the raiiin juussst sinngggging in the rain
oh Im singing in the rain
just wishing it would raaain
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[interview transcript, Ziggursky Prison, Mental/Psych Ward 6-month evaluation]
So ya wanna hear about how Baroness Samedi came to be, eh?
=lights up a cig=
Well lets get somet'in' straight, hmm? I ain't evil. I'm just on the wrong side.
See this 'ere plate? Got dat in Haiti. When Baby Doc fell and de whole damn country went to crap. Somebody thought mebbe cappin' the local Voudoun priestess would be worth doin', I dunno. They missed... but not by much.
Now I get to wake up to it every damn mornin'.
=draws on the cig=
Why am I here? Well, when you be persona non grata in your own damn homeland, you'd go someplace else, no? That's why I'm here. But dere be a day comin', when that pitiful excuse for a guv'mint ain't be lookin', and dat be de day I descend upon Haiti and return it to de time when we was someplace to be respected.
Uh huh. Yah. You t'ink I'm nuts. Well let me tell ya somet'in', a'aight? Since I'm in HERE =rattles her handcuffs= that makes me nuts. If I were out THERE and doin' stuff to further my goals, then mebbe I'd no be nuts, eh chere? T'ink about dat. The ones that succeed, dey be 'visionary', or 'genius', or some such. But soon as you get yo' butt locked up, and you say anyt'in' about WHY you did what you got caught fo'.... den you nuts.
=stubs out cig and gives you a cold look=
Only reason I'm nuts is cos I'm locked up in dis 'ere prison.
[end interview]
POSTSCRIPT: The individual known as 'Baroness Samedi' is among those who went missing during the Arachnos raid and subsequent breakout.
"City of Heroes. April 27, 2004 - August 31, 2012. Obliterated not with a weapon of mass destruction, not by an all-powerful supervillain... but by a cold-hearted and cowardly corporate suck-up."
(I got another villain I will rp with a lot...General Riego)
Data File: Prisoner - Carlos Riego Reyes
Status: Missing
Video tape recording of an interview scene-
When dealing with this prisoner, the "General" as he insists you call him, you must remember that he is indeed a psychopath and has no comprehension of reality. All of information has been recorded from his psychotic ranting. The man speaks with a heavy Spanish accent and bears much resemblance to another prisoner in this facility, Victor Jaramillo de Vivar, in his speech and mannerisms.
"You are indeed a flock of naive fools. You don't know the forces that control your governments, your services, your lives, your souls..." A tan skinned man in a straight jacket ranted. Half of the man's face was covered in a mass of scars, causing it to look like a jigsaw puzzle of human flesh. His dark hair was slick back and neat. Every feature about his Roman-esque face was perfect, with the exception of the scars.
"Tell us, Mr. Riego, what 'forces' are controlling us?" A doctor in a white lab coat said, almost mockingly. He held a pen and was jotting notes in a composition notebook.
"General! I am a general! You bottom-feeding parasite!" Riego said, nearly jumping up in rage, the straight jacket keeping him from killing the doctor. Several guards dressed in all white shoved Riego back into his seat.
"Yes, well, 'General,' tell us about these 'forces.'" The doctor responded.
"You idiot. There are so many battles being fought behind the scenes, so many your feeble mind cannot comprehend. You heretical fools believe that science is God, that your beloved science, your beloved technology will keep you safe. You are all nothing but SHEEP! We are your shepherd! You are nothing but pawns, we are your king!" Riego screamed, several strands falling in front of his face.
"Who's 'we,' Mr., excuse me, GENERAL Riego?"
"The Illuminati...the Inquisition...Satan...God...'pick your poison' as they say." A devilish grin moved upward in the corner of Riego's mouth.
The doctor chuckled a bit and jotted some things down.
"I see you've taken my warnings well. You've kept that backstabbing 'Victor' away from me. You cannot keep him away from me forever. I WILL kill him."
"I assume you mean Victor Jaramillo? What is your previous relationship with him?" The doctor inquired.
"The Inquisition." Riego responded. He noticed the doctor shake his head and jot some more notes down. "Just because you refuse to believe it doesn't make it any less real. That is how we control you all so easily. You're all little children who think that as long as you cover your eyes all the bad men will go away." He laughed loudly, insanely...
The doctor again wrote some more notes down. "Explain this relationship and the 'Inquisition.'"
An furious look came across Riego's face. "I should've been the leader, not that fool Victor! I was the best! I've always defeated him until that point. The [censored] got lucky! That's when I decided the Inquisition would not win! They don't even know how to choose the best warriors for battle!"
"Was it at that point you decided to kill Victor?"
"No. He was like a brother to me. I loved the man as if he was of my own blood. Instead of killing him and claiming my rightful place, I decided to defect. I would not be a part of a dying Church...not in the face of such overwhelming immorality. They can not win. God is not on their side, not anymore."
"What did you do?" The doctor questioned, although it didn't really seem he cared about the answer.
"I defected. I contacts within the Illuminati. I offered a vast wealth of information in exchange for a position of power in their organization...but that [censored]...my...my blood-brother! Victor ruined it all! Look what he did to my face! I am a monster!" Riego was screaming, his hair was now disheveled, spit flew from his mouth in his rage. "He had no mercy for me! The man I called brother had no mercy for me! He shot my face off and left me for dead!" He began to laugh uncontrollably, utter insanity echoing in the small, white room. "And now my very soul belongs to the very people I have spent my life fighting!"
"And who is that?"
"Were you not listening?" Riego stood up, kicking his chair back. "The Illuminati, you fool!"
The doctor shook his head once more and put his pen down. "Alright, I've heard enough." He nodded his head towards the big buff guys dressed in white, who began to approach Riego.
"Alright, nutcase, back to your nice, padded cell." one of the men said.
Alarms began to ring throughout the entire facility. Riego looked the doctor in the eye, his laughter slowly building, the sheer insanity still apparent. "And this is where I make my exit, good doctor...and where you die!" Suddenly the straight jacket was somehow undone, freeing Riego. The large men rushed at him, but were killed in several, swift death blows. The doctor stumbled back fearfully, falling against the door.
"Help! Somebody help! This psycho's gonna kill me!" He clawed at the door, too panicked to think straight and grab the nob.
Riego grabbed the doctor by the neck, lifted him up, and slammed him against the wall. "Did you really think you could keep me wrapped up like some kind of ANIMAL?!?" A smirk stretched across Riego's face and he laughed once more. "I hereby judge thee as guilty for crimes against the almighty God! You shall be punished accordingly!" He clutched the doctor's throat with increasing force. The doctor's eyes widened and he gasped for breath. A snap was heard and the gasping ceased.
Riego dropped the doctor onto the floor and exited the room, entering a throng of escaping psycopaths and prisoners...
EggHead
The trials of being a genius are never simple. Having both OCD and ADHD never has been conducive to a normal life. Genius with the delusion of being a super genius will only add to the cauldron grewing trouble.EggHead is a verifiable genius and his world has been turned upside down since the fourth grade. That was the year that the school decided to not only group the smarter children together as they were before, but they were also "classified" in a new group apart from the "normal" students. As any previous or current fourth grader knows, being smart is almost like having the plague or cooties. Our young EggHead was a fragile child both physically and emotionally. So there he was an official egghead to the normal children. Then an even worse fate fell upon our poor child. The class of eggheads took an aptitude test to unofficially rank them among one another. Being picked on as a group was bad enough and now this group has focused their own mocking laughter and catcalls of egghead and brainiac. To EggHead they swarmed on him like a school of pirahana on a bloody piece of steak. He would hear that the other children picked on him because they were jealous of him or they were intimidated by his uniqueness. Every day in every grade for the rest of his school life he was egghead. He had few friends in school and quickly learned to entertain himself with his imagination and creativity. As an outcast he became the well known strange silent almost brooding child. As the years passed his interest in outshining the other mice in the maze of boredom and busy work that was school. His grades became mere hoops he would rather not jump through to please his teachers. He was afterall beyond many of them in capacity and capability. His true passion was Sci-Fi he loved the robots and the ideas behind the science of robots. His daydreams began to interrupt his lectures from class as his mind would race with ideas and possiblities for robotics. His "daily" or "busy" work was seldom completed if even attempted. These sheep would dare lecture him on his poor daily grades but marvel at his ability to kill any curve with his testing. He began to create robotics in his room at home starting with simple servo-motors scavenged from R/C cars boats and airplanes. He took at home courses in electrical work and took shop in school to learn the art of welding . Though his frail nature never was outgrown, he felt more and more powerful with each generation of robot he built. As his need for more advanced items grew he started devising ways to use his robots to gather those items. He decided he needed to construct himself a robotic battlesuit to maintain a strong field command of his constructs. His next sci-fi project was some sort of force field or energy shield and he begans scouring the libraries and other resources for any information or theories about this technology. World Conquest thoughts would sometimes slip into his daydreams. Soon his whims would become the source of his activities, and this was actually a very conscious decision because it would be impulsive and irrational and hard to predict. Organized Chaos became his M.O. He would need a monkier now to give the world a target for justice. He chuckled and laughed at the idea it would work. He would take the label that was given to him as a child and make people fear the name. This name he had dreaded daily for most of his life he would use this name. He would become EggHead. The yolk is indeed on you! and All your yolks are belong to us.
Parole Transcript, Ziggursky Prison. Prisoner 12561/C (metahuman and unusual crimes block) - Tara codename 'Overstrike' following an incident where one of the prison's gangs were doped in paralytic fluid for three hours, of which no evidence of her involvement remains - Three months before Arachnos 'Outbreak' operation.
Subject upon achieving majority was subject to early parole hearing consistent with Vanguard metaterrorism regulations. Four minor possessions of technology in violation of prison regulations were considered inconsequential, as technology in question could not defeat prison restraint systems. Subject was certified of sound body/mind by Defender-class Freedom Corps operative. Subject gave testimony in the form of prepared statement.
"Thank you for hearing me. and I apologize in advance for my accent. I am, legally, ha-ha, a citizen of the Rogue Isles and polyglot is a severe underestimation of the language of the docks. I have had much time in prison to learn and express myself better.
And I have learned why I am given this opportunity. My arrest was foolish on the part of Freedom Corps. The Arachnos symbols on the drone-suit were from the material I had scavenged to assemble it and arrange passage as something more than a lost waif. Perhaps if I did not see those Hellions after entry, the purse-snatching incident would not have occurred until I could be better educated in the ways of the mainland. I am slightly mutagenic, your doctors tell me. I see energy flows, how to connect them. Circuits speak to me, even on you and your recording devices and it is a language of odds, but a clean language. And so when is say 'could have' I know fully well if the dice had fallen otherwise, I would have had a different set of choices.
But it did happen, and I thank you for that, though you look on me at scorn. Lord Recluse had little place for children in Mercy. Strength of some form he understands as much as you do in Paragon with your dependency and regulation of your bands of costumed thugs. But in these solid walls. Yes, there is little to work on. I think, and I think, and I get help in thinking. Your library is wonderful. I could make designs that would make your heroes unnecessary, turn anyone into an army if needed - but you fear such crude and 'democratic' power as technology in anyone's hands. So rest assured, the blueprints you found were mere ideas, like the rest of my 'unfortunate associates'. What fear is there in such comfort? A small chunk of land refined. A place to build, and build and /build/ and grow... I apologize if I startled you.
Yes, those associates are mad. But they are scientists. They know how to think. They can see how things can branch from an origin point, and work to harness it. You have the same philosophy with your Freedom Corps. The man who stopped me and the simple disguise suit had strength to tear through steel. And yet, he works for the simple word of mouth to expand his powers. Pah.
Yes, I could cheapen my designs, ugly them, make them a suit to wear like your heroes. Leave, get good quarters. Why? Home is what you make, and I can envision plenty in here. Especially in here. Leave me locked up - you would not understand what I would build. You would fear it, and the thought that those simple lines of power could branch in and choke your towers... well, one day you will understand. Or someone will make you. I can wait until then."
Clarice Frank was an archeologist, one of the top few in her field. She was among the more daring, venturing into newly discovered ruins, falling down all around her, often alone. Clarice paid no mind to warnings forbidding entry, as these often meant no more than there was some ingeneous trap up ahead, which of course never managed to hit their mark with her. She lost a good number of colleagues with this reckless behavior, but they knew what they were getting into when they signed up for a Frank expedition.
Of course, such behavior carried on for so long will eventually carry with it a terrible price. An ancient and forboding castle was discovered in northern Germany, during a project to establish a new tunnel for the DeutschBahn. The castle was cut completely from the surrounding mountain, it astounded geologists that a large structure could be buried as such without any damage. Local legend deemed it Schloss Drakonin, and Clarice managed to pull a few strings to be the first to venture in.
A mosaic sealing the door depicted a large and fearsome demon, with the words in an ancient text Beware all ye who enter here, lest you deliver a terrible evil unto the world. Charactaristically ignoring the warning, Clarice broke the seal and opened the door.
Inside, the castle was a dark palace, dark granite staircases, black marble twisted columns; the focal point of the room however was the dais at the top of the stairs upon which rested an amulet with a large fire opal. Clarice was drawn the amulet, and almost mechanically reached out and placed it around her neck. She felt an immediate rush of sensations, and a mind surfacing that was not her own. Panicked she let out a scream that rapidly became a roar. She frantically searched the room and her eyes crossed a mirror, a laughter filling her head. She gazed upon the mirror and saw a figure not her own, she tried to open her mouth to let out another scream, but could not. She again heard a voice in her head, I am the godess of chromatic dragons, Tiamaat. This vessle is now mine. Tiamaat let out a cackle and prepared to bring her power to this pathetic excuse for a material plane.
((Should Technically be Tiamat, but someone's already using that name on Pinnacle))
Accessing Datafile - Pentagon - Archive Status Zelta 45, Alpha Class Security Required.
Searching for subject>>>
Subject found...
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Real Name: Tanya Chiroptera
Alias or Call-sign: N/A
Rank: General
Gender: Female
Age: 40
Nationality: Native American (Comanche)
Powers & Abilities: Years of training honed her body and mind to perfection, but she was not satisfied their, she began studying into Genetic manipulation, crossing her DNA with that of her own families name sake, a bats. This cross genetic manipulation has given her a sixth sense, echo-location, perfect nocturnal vision, enhanced strength and reflexes; during her time in the Zig after capture by the Freedom Phalanx, Chiropteras genetic manipulations went unchecked by her team of geneticist, affecting her physical appearance so greatly that she now appears to be more bat than human. Adding to this her occult studies make her even more dangerous in her control over nether realm energy. She is now experimenting to find a way to be able to shift between her vicious bat like appearance and a natural human appearance.
Height: 6 3
Height (in bat form): 7
Weight: 132 lbs.
Weight (in bat form): 486 lbs.
Hair: Black
Eyes: Orange-Red, Tanyas right eye was lost during the Gulf War, her genetic tampering has led to the healing of the eye, but in human form she maintains wearing an eye patch to deceive her opponents into thinking she is at a disadvantage.
History: Tanya is a natural born leader; she served in the United States military from the age of 22, after graduating from WestPoint with top honors, the first woman in 10 years to have made such an accomplishment. She climbed through ranks rapidly, proving to be one of the finest tacticians to grace U.S. military service, her valor and skill in the Gulf War earned her the rank of Major, the Rikti Invasion brought her the rank of Commander and a position as head of the Special Operations team Strike Force Veta, the soldiers chosen for Veta were hand picked by Chiroptera herself, she accepted only the best of the best and ensured absolutely loyalty from all who followed her in battle. When the terrorist attacks struck upon home soil, Commander Chiroptera was one of the first to step forward to face the threat, seeking vengeance for the loss of innocent lives. Further actions rooting out the sources of Terrorism brought her to the rank of General in the United States Marine Corp. One of the few women in history to ever hold such a prestigious position of military power, and as the saying goes: Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely.
Chiropteras funds for Strike Force Veta began disappearing; and investigation was launched by U.S. officials, leading to one of the greatest cover ups in the history of the American military. Chiroptera had been studying Occult Magic for years and had begun transferring funds for her Spec. Ops. Division into her own private scientific studies. Chiroptera was planning a military coupe, seeking to over throw the reigning government of America. Officials discovered that Chiroptera felt that the current Government was an insult to the envision of the Founding Fathers, journals and files upon computers filled with rants, plans, and schemes were allocated.
To save face and prevent a media frenzy, Tanya Chiroptera was discharged from the Marines with top honors; thus, seemingly, ending her threat to the U.S. Government. Three weeks later, Lieutenant Elizabeth Rainer, Tanyas second in command of Strike Force Veta, led the other officers of the team on a raid of a top of the line military facility; stealing weaponry, technology, vehicles and supplies costing over 3 billion dollars. Tanya had made sure her soldiers were loyal to her, even if it meant disowning the very government theyd sworn to serve and protect with their very lives.
Rainer and the other Officers went AWOL and reported to Chiroptera who went underground with them, forming FANG (Fighters Against Negative Governments) and organization now linked to over three dozen terrorist attacks against oil companies, lumber mills, and various government projects and facilities; the Officers running FANG are among the Most Wanted Fugitives of the United States.
Tanya may well be the next Napoleon, her tactical genius is astonishing and the CIA has found many officials within Washington and even other countries Governments to be secret supporters of the Generals Organization.
Necromancer/Dark Miasma- Lord of the Undead
After escaping Hades, The Lord of the Undead brought the souls of several famous kings and great leaders to do his bidding in the current world.
Bringing the souls of : King Arthur, Genghis Khan, King Hector(of Troy), Alexander the Great, Ramses the 2nd and the famous magician Merlin.
Zombies:
1)Genghis Khan
2)King Hector
3) Ramses the Second
Grave Knights-
1)King Arthur
2)Alexander the Great
Lich
1)Merlin
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Using the skills of each of the great rulers, there is no force on this Earth that could stop me!====================================
Im not sure exactly what the name will be but for now: Lord of the Undead
Dont be lame and copy me.....lame-o
All on Justice
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Blood Lily (Mutant Plant/Thorn Dominator)
My mom's fertility doctor was in cahoots with The Devouring Earth. I was one of their "experiments."
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Napoleon Complex (Technology Robotics/Poison Mastermind)
Pierre La Rue was constantly teased about his miniscule height all throughout his childhood, and he always took the cruel ribbing the harshest way possible. He was weak both physically and mentally. His concerns about his small size lead to severe social awkwardness, which was furthered even more by his innate grasp of math and science, which branded him as a geek by his ruthless peers. The more he was ridiculed, the more despondent he became.
But later in school, his class had a unit on Napoleon Bonaparte. Pierre learned that, in spite, or perhaps because of Napoleons small physical stature, Napoleons mental stature grew so strong that he became one of the most powerful conquerors in the history of the world.
This lit a spark in Pierre, and he became determined to follow Napoleons example. He vowed to apply his acumen in math, science, and technology to become a dominate force to be reckoned with.
Thus, he created vicious, lethal robots, and began calling himself Napoleon Complex.
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Al Catraz (Natural Martial Arts/Ninjitsu)
They say Albert Smite got the nickname Al Catraz because he's escaped from the Zig more times than anyone. Unfortunately for him, he has the habit of always being put back in.
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The Abhorrent Aberration (Science Energy Melee/Energy Aura Brute)
ME BIG! ME UGLY! ME MEAN! ME STUPID!
IF YOU CROSS ME, ME BITE YOUR HEAD OFF!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!
(James Hardy has a PhD in Applied Cybernetics from MIT as well as a PhD in Cellular Nuclear Transfer from Harvard. He is currently on sabbatical from his job as a Professor of Biology at Stanford University, and modifies his body in his spare time. Whatever time he has left over is spent committing heinous crimes while acting mentally challenged. Hes tenured at Stanford, so what can they do?)
ShiftyMoose Radiation/Radiation Corrupter
Calhoun Parker a 15 year old boy never knew his herritage until the day his grandfather gave him "the book".
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in the 1700s the Germans like the english had magery that was unspoken after the expulsion of it. Calhouns great-great-great-great grandfather happened to be just that..a german magi. he was a leader of one of the few guilds of magi that controlled the forces of the world,unlike the english the german magi used a different kind of manipulation instead of the use of fire and ice the german controlled the unseen energys such as radiation waves and micro waves. Life was well for Zirak Shuma ,Calhouns great-great-great-great grandfather, and his family until he walked in on a meeting of the german king and his plot that these "demonic" magi wielders needed to be purged. zirak was a very religous man and believed his powers could be used to help serve god. after hearing this he knew his life was coming to a screeching halt. Zirak that night snuck into his sons bed room and sucked the essence from his body and enchanted his sons blood to always carry a magic adept feel. after doing this zirak shortly past away without anyone having a clue except for a sheet he tore out of his beginners spell book and stuck in his diary and left his son a note to always keep this book and pass it down to each of his sons. within the year the magi order was dissassembled and washed away into mythology and legends.
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Calhoun opened his book living in a small suburb with his mom,dad,grandparents and his pet moose. Calhoun started reading through the diary intrigued by his grandfathers use of magic. "amazing magics real!!!" calhoun thought to himself as he read on and on. eventuall as he was nearing the end of the book a small old paper fell into his lap. he pick it up and began to look at it. he stared at it intently and the un-readable words began to form in his mind. it was a spell at being able to hold radiation in place and form a small pillar of energy. at the bottom of the page it said in ink with his ziraks dying words.
it's yours
Calhoun chanted the words on the page and soon enough he could see green power forming creating a portal showing his mom making lunch. For the next several years throughout the rest of high school and college calhoun would always practice over and over. after he graduated calhoun had been able to manipulate and summon sub-atomic particles too easily kill organic tissue in a humans body.
one day calhoun was walking home to his apartment and he saw a flyer for paragon citys uprising hero program. Calhoun ran home and packed his bags to get a flight to paragon city.
when calhoun arrived he was forced to choose a code name to use when fighting crime. Calhoun chose moose after his favorite pet animal. moose trained feverously to become stronger. many heroes suggested he should study to become a defender but moose refused too. moose was more potent and wanted to use his radiation for injury and destruction more than healing though he knew it and was quite adept at using it. because of this many heroes thought he was naturally evil but moose just wanted to fight more since when young he loved to sword fight with sticks and read comics about heroes such as statesman. many heroes distrusted him since many a villain came into the hospital with mortally wounded organs due to mooses powers. one day he was out to stop a out break of circle of thorn cultists. moose was teamed with a claw wielding scrapper named sheen and his two buddys chozoz,gravity controller, and kosmos,invinsible tanker. moose saw the lead cultist about to sacrafice an 12 year-old child when he shot a ball of radioactive energy with potentcy of the bomb that hit hiroshima. sheen jealous leapt foward in an attempt to behead the cultist. sheen misjudged. moose killing the cultist had completly melted all organic tissue in sheen killing him within seconds. his friends and family began to spread lies that moose was insane and needed to be executed. and many believed them because from this atomic explosion mooses eyes blackened and looked more evil than good. some knowing of his heritage began to spread rumors that he was ressurecting nazism and spreading it in the USA. moose apauled by the lies tryed to apologize to sheens friends and family but they spit on his face even when he had tears of sincerity welled up in his eyes. even mooses girl friend who was a psychic controller named sycrosis began to give into the deception and after 2 monthes the police arrested moose on behalf of man slaughter. moose was sent to the prison known as the "zig". after a month of jail he had lost all hope for himself so using radiation he altered his skull to grow horns the glowed green with the radiation used to make them. moose began to wish he could just say good bye to sycrosis before he completely fell into depression. two weeks later a loud alarm woke him up in one of his naps. his jail cell flew open and arachnos escorted out into mercy island. moose then remembered everything heard about this group arachnos and remembered the type of villain they trained called corruptors. they were just what moose wanted to do. moose showed up to his new mentor scirocco telling him his name. scirocco the decided to name him shifty moose because of his all black apparel. after giving him his name scirocco gave shiftymoose a magic artifact mask called Arcanos. this mask enhances manipulation of energy waves. shiftymoose bides his time till he can find some way of proving his innocence to sycrosis and to move away into the country with her to live a peaceful life but until then shiftymoose must rise to the top of this organization to have some resources.
Interpol Dossier 5489652
Subject: Jade Rose
Nationality: Asian
Hair: Black
Eyes: Green
Height: 6'5"
Real Name: Yukio Yun
Wanted in several countries for fraud, grand theft, murder, extortion, and drug possession with intent to sell.
Psychiatric Profile:
Yukio Yun was born on the streets of the Shinjuku District of Tokyo. Saying that she was born on the streets is a literal statement. Her parents were homeless on the streets of Tokyo. They passed away when she was still a small girl. Yukio learned to steal to live in the midst of the lights and noise of the Shinjuku. She was taken in by a local Yakuza Mob boss who had a soft spot for children, despite his criminal inclining. He admired her skills which were honed at such a young age. Boss Yun gave the unknown child his own name and treated her as if she was his own daughter.
Boss Yun also continued her training in the fighting arts and lavished her with money and presents. She spent a few years training with shaolin monks in the tibetan mountains. She shunned her thievish ways for a time and learned the healing arts.
Upon her return to Tokyo, she found Boss Yun assasinated in a cowardly and dishonorable manor, shot in the back of the head. She vowed that she would exact revenge on the rival gang responsible for this cowardly act. She turned away from healing arts and honed her skills as an assasin. It took her years to learn the identity of her father's killer. During that time she hardened her heart and began to revel in her new role as the new boss of Clan Yun. Her one passion has become her civilian front. Growing up in the Shinjuku district, she witnessed the fasion explosion from that area of Tokyo and used her style and grace to become a top fasion designer.
She is respected in her day to day life, but by night dons a mask and becomes the Yakuza boss known as Jade Rose.
Her loyal minions would gladly lay down their lives for their mistress.
She has finally tracked her killer to the Rogue Isles. She knows not yet who he is exactly, but she will have vengance.
Freedom.
GEARFATE
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Full name: Johann Ludwig Gear
Occupation: Freelancing street fighter
Class: Brute
Origin: Magic
Race: Dimensionally-altered human
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Age: 23
Eye Color: Yellowish brown
Hair Color: Dark brown
Birthdate: November 1st
Nationality: German/Thai
Blood Type: A
Height: 7'1 (height increased due to the magic he absorbed)
Weight: Unknown, never weighs himself
Special Skill: A masterful electric guitarist
Hobbies: Jamming on his guitar, working on his fighting moves
Favorite Food: Steak, medium-rare
Favorite Drink: Vanilla cream soda
Favorite Sport: Baseball
Favorite Music: Heavy metal
Prized Things: His hat
Likes: Pretty girls, his allies Makregor and Codeine ((my other two villains))
Dislikes: Being in pain, Hellions
BIO:
"Take away a man's food, his light, his money, his air, his water, his friends, his clothes, and his life, and you leave him with nothing but himself. And for most, that is not pleasant company." --Ranse Truman
Johann Gear wasn't always a bad person. He was originally an A-student at Togetherness Central Community College. He excelled in many of his subjects, but was particularly good with psychology and philosophy. He loved to try and figure out how people thought, and he enjoyed pondering about spiritual matters. He was the proverbial teacher's pet, always doing his extra assignments, always returning things on time, always getting high scores. He wasn't perfect, but he was close.
Unfortunately, nobody ever bothered to ask "why?". And "why" was simple. Johann was a loner. Being such a paper-pusher never left him with many friends, and people usually avoided him--people may always want to be the best of the best, but it's always a single existance. The only solace and comfort he could find was in his books and in his studies. He was always studying and getting high scores because he had no other purpose in life. He had nothing else he could do.
And he wanted more. He hated how all he could do was just be a geek. He wanted more out of life. Eventually, he grew to despise the very studies that once gave him comfort. In desperation, he turned to drugs in an attempt to give his life meaning. Eventually, it started off small, with just cigarettes. He soon grew onto harder and harder drugs, though, starting to take in codeine and cocaine. In a desperation to try and get bigger rides to get high with, though, he soon came across the Hellions, and their signature drugs. He became one of their greatest customers, and also became fascinated with their religion. He grew so into them, that he was accepted as an "honorary" Blood Brother in the Hellions.
Out of all the gangsters, he was likely the most twisted. Due to his constant drug abuse, mainlining roughly every substance on the market, he could never really fight much, nor did he preform a lot of missions for them, so he never advanced beyond Blood Brother. He took their ceremonies and dark rituals seriously, though, and took their religion to heart. He was constantly acting as a negotiator for other gangs, or as a lackey for the priests. He was also consistently researching all of their magic, studying and identifying their artifacts, what their purpose was, and what they needed to be used for.
Whereas he did much help in preventing the Hellions from nuking themselves, his lack of strength and power kept him from garnering any respect in their ranks, and everyone was constantly walking all over him. Johann was usually too stoned to care, though, or shrugged it off and went back to his studies. It always stung, though. Here, he thought he could finally belong in something, and he didn't.
When Jarrod Banestake had the science accident that permanently changed his life and turned him into the armored hero Banestake, he thought the destruction of his office would completely obliterate any traces of what had happened. He thought wrong. Johann, on recon, staking out new turf for the Hellions, was the first who discovered the rubble of Jarrod's office. The wreckage from Banestake's attempt at destruction was obvious, and Johann was barely able to proceed further. However, intent upon somehow pleasing his bosses, he was more than intent upon preforming his job. Johann soon discovered the remnants of Jarrod's interdimensional experiment lay on the ground: the demonic atmosphere that gave Jarrod his dark powers. One difference, though...having been exposed to our enviroment, it had solidified into a sort of acidic ooze.
Always intent upon finding new substances to get addicted to, Johann picked it up into a needle and injected it straight into his veins.
He couldn't handle the sudden agony that wracked his entire body, pulsing through his entire body, and passed out for several days. Even during his sleep, he could only feel what could merely be described as superheated acidic razor glass traveling through his veins.
Eventually, he woke up. An entire week had passed during he found the remains of Banestake's experiment, and Johann found himself in the hospital. He wasn't quite sure how he had got there...but he did know one thing. His eyes felt like they were on fire. He got out of the medical bed and went to the mirror, and found that the skin around his eyes had corroded completely, and turned a foul black color. As he looked his body over, he also noticed he appeared...more muscular than before. As he walked through the room, he stared at the clock. The seconds hand seemed to be...slow to him. Frowning, he picked up a glass and dropped it on the ground. It fell down at almost 3/4s of the speed he could vaguely remember something falling at. The shattering of the glass on the ground also seemed...slow, and overly dramatic. He reached down and sifted through the glass with his hand...and even pressed his hand down with force against the glass...and didn't even get scratches.
He was tied to the same dark energy that gave Banestake his powers. However, while Banestake was merely exposed to the hellish energy, Johann had taken it and welcomed it into his body. He would have died, if he had been a normal human. But he was a Blood Brother. The black magic from the Blood Brothers' dark rituals, fused with the macabre energy that he had injected into himself...turned Johann into more than a mere human. He was now a true superhuman, though he didn't realize it--all he realized was that he felt invincible.
Now he could get revenge on everyone, and prove to them that he was worth something!
He walked out of the now-burning hospital, a bag of supplies on his back, fresh blood smeared all over his body, a spring in his step, a whistle on his lips, and a shredded Blood Brother membership card lying in the blazing inferno. "What's mine is mine. What's yours is mine. It's time to get serious, baby, I'm gonna own this city's [censored]."
Unfortunately, his lack of being able to cut himself soon cut into his drug abuse, as well as his (as he soon found out) mask having been welded to his skin. Going through incredibly painful withdrawal, and in a desperation to make money, Johann turned to the underground street fighting scene, donning the name Gearfate. He soon discovered more of his powers throughout his fighting career--his attacks getting channeled with dark energy, and the tie to the earth his flesh had. He seriously wounded numerous combatants, having hospitalized for life at least 14, and killing almost 32. Banestake found out his alterego, and before he could develop his powers further, teamed up with Shaelther and Exormale ((my three CoH chars)) to gang up on Gearfate and send him to the Ziggurrat without much trouble.
Gearfate was pissed, but he still managed to sneak in several books to this maximum security penitentiary. He also met two other villains who he had to share a cell with...the unpredictable Makregor and the quiet Codeine. He soon grew to befriend them...
One year passed, and Arachnos struck the prison, freeing many "destined ones". Makregor and Codeine was among them, and they were more than willing to help free their ally. Gearfate now wanders the streets...intent upon finding a group of more like-minded villains, and act as their stone fist of violence.
PERSONALITY:
Gearfate is loud, arrogant, and violent. He's very vocal, constantly commenting upon the current situation no matter what it is (whether mentally or verbally), and occaisionally quipping off sarcastic one-liners. He's suprisingly calm and cool for his personality, though, constantly scanning a situation and trying to find how it can best benefit him. Though hardly one for strategy (hence why he desires to be little more than a high-ranked lackey in a gang), he's far far more in-control of a situation than one would realize. He rarely loses his temper, though is constantly at a thirst for blood and violence.
FIGHTING STYLE: American Freestyle Karate
Martial arts vary in many ways. This is obvious. There are so many different kinds of fighting styles, each of which differ for several reasons: Technique emphasis, instructor's preference, and culture. "Culture?" you may ask. Yes, culture. The japanese martial arts were originated by their swords, and sword fights usually lasted only one or two exchanges. That has influenced the Japanese viewpoint of martial arts, letting rise to emphasis of the "one punch kill" concept, which obviously derived from one-cut-kill. In Korea, it's an insult of the worst kind to punch someone in the face, but it is fine to kick someone there--which gave rise to a kick-focused martial art.
In the United States, they take what works and apply it to their styles. An american's natural irreverence to tradition does not bind them to a cultural style--doing it a certain way because that was the way it's been done for years. This was the beginning of American Freestyle Karate. "Freestyle" implies an inclusiveness of all the possibilities. If you can only kick, you will be in trouble if a wrestler gets you on the ground. There are limitations in an only one or two martial art approach. American Freestyle Karate includes punching, kicking, joint locking, breaking holds, and grappling moves. In short, any kind of possible fight situation you might find yourself in is covered in training.
American Freestyle Karate is not a "take the best from each style" approach. It's just one of being prepared, adapting a style to where you feel the most comfortable, much like Jeet Kune Do. With American Freestyle Karate, every student is taught to protect themselves and others--to get out, and stay out, of trouble--to pursue a life of honor and integrity. Unfortunately for the art, Gearfate is hardly honorable, nor does he have any intention to stay out of trouble.
MISC FACTS:
Gearfate, through all his villainy, has one primary virtue--loyalty. He's incredibly loyal to his allies, and to whoever he works for, and has NO patience or tolerance for traitors and double-crossers. He feels that he owes Arachnos his life for busting him out of prison, and will not do anything against them without good reason.
Scorn remembers Hell hath no fury
As I relax in my bath, the candlelight flickering, casting odd shadows and shapes, I think back... yet again. I'm loathe to remember it all, but I fear it is my penance for some of my actions. Ah well, remember it all I shall.
I was a "normal" girl. Whatever that means. I can remember the choices that lead me to this place in my life in college, but I think it started much earlier. I was 9 the first time I remember magic changing my life. Mom woke us, my siblings and I, like any other day. Hurry for breakfast and school and all that. I remember something about there not being too much of the cereal my brother and I liked, we'd have to hurry to get that last bowl. Then mother screamed.
Logan wasn't in his room. The bedroom window was open to the crisp morning air, a thin trail of blood from the bed to the window had caused mother's scream. We lived on the 18th fllor of an apartment building in Founders' Falls. Supposedly a nice neighborhood. I remember how nice the police and heroes were to my sister and I. How they consoled mom and dad. One of the heroes gave Lily and I teddy bears. He promised he'd find Logan. I never saw that hero or my brother again. If I knew that hero's name now...
Ah, but I'm rambling again...
I was too young then to do much of anything, but I never forgot. I suppose that's why I'm so protective of Lily now. Those bastards won't get her to.
It was years later, I hadn't forgotten, I gleaned any bit of information I could find from old newspaper clippings after classes. Lily said I was being obsessive. I had to know what happened to Logan. Mom and dad never talked about him after he disappeared. Whenever I asked about him, mom looked at dad, then she looked like she'd cry. I stopped asking. One night, I heard them argue. About Logan. Mom blamed dad for what happened to him, though she never said why. After Lily and I were both in college, they divorced.
After some research at the library, through old newspaper articles, I discovered that 32 children from around Paragon were abducted the same night as Logan. 27 were rescued by various Super Groups from the Circle of Thorns. The other 5 kids that weren't found in time, heroes found them during or just after some ritual the Circle was doing. There was an earthquake that night too. Logan was one of those 5. They didn't find enough of him for a funeral. We held a memorial service.
I had the names of the other kids that hadn't been found in time, I took that list and snuck into M.A.G.I. That was just too easy. Good thing too, I didn't find anything and had to go back several more times to search through there archives. One night though, I got lucky.
I found an old tome that held family trees dating back to the Muvians. Each of the abducted kids was a direct descendant. Including my brother. On my fathers' side. Now I knew why mom blamed him. But I couldn't. Dad couldn't help who he'd been born to. He tried his best to hide us. He denied all forms of magic hoping that we wouldn't set off some magical radar. He was wrong.
Then I heard the rumors, horrid little tales of the missing kids, the ones that disappeared that night like Logan. None of them had really been found. The P.C.P.D. thought they died, M.A.G.I. helped that along. They thought it would be best if the police stayed away from the Circle. They didnt want the families to wonder if anything remotely resembling the missing kids lived, better to move on and accept death than wonder if a bit of their soul was still there, watching. The ritual, I later learned, was to place the soul of an ancient Orenbegan into their bodies. The rumors were that the rituals succeeded, but didnt banish the souls of the kids. They were still in there, trapped in their own bodies as some powerful entity directed the Circle on the best way to resurrect Oranbega, and other ancient wizards from there.
What else could I do? I had to know more. I had to find Logan and either save him or free him. Then I found a text in the M.A.G.I. vaults about the Muvian descendants. The Circle chose them because magic was already in their blood. Their bodies were the only ones capable of holding the magics of the Oranbegans. Lily and I were in danger. I couldnt let what happened to Logan happen to her. He was the oldest, with him gone I was oldest now. It was my duty to protect us. Dad avoided magic at all costs and mom had no Muvian blood. I was the only one who could, who would do something to save my brother and protect my sister.
I searched the vault for Muvian texts, tomes of their magic, I had to learn more. There wasnt enough in those vaults, barely enough to light a lamp. But I found a few names, one of a Circle mage who had been known to do things for his own desires, even when it conflicted with the CoTs goals. After a few weeks, I found him.
I dont think Id have done anything different, its still the only way to protect my sister and I, the only way I might find Logan. He had me meet him in an abandoned warehouse in Kings Row. He was into far darker magics than the rest of those Circle nutjobs. He thought hed feed my soul to a demon in exchange for power and knowledge. I guess Muvian blood is powerful. I took the demon. Then the mages soul. Took them both, melded their souls into mine. Then I went hunting, for more. Ive lost count of the number of demons I have in me now. I dont bother with hunting. Most of the demons Ive met recently are more than happy to teach me what I want. I guess they dont want to be part of me. No matter, several demons plus the Muvian blood makes me more than a match for any stupid mage I find. CoT I still hunt. And Ill continue until my brother is returned to me whole or freed, whichever is best considering what they may have done to him. Ill still hunt them after that, until Lily is safe to remember all Ive hidden from her. Ill hunt them still, until Orenbega is a forgotten legend and the CoT merely a fairy tale told to frighten children. A story with no basis in reality. Then Ill hunt their souls. They will pay. There is no power to stop me, no mercy for them, heaven fears and despises me, hell has no place for me, the only thing left at all for me is to completely and utterly remove any vestige of Orenbega from the skin of the earth.
Created by Crey Industries as a prototype assassin and newly formed weapon, SM-351s is the first of its kind. However a tragic malfunction in a field test on the Longbow Division wielded amazing test data.....but at the cost of everyone's life. With the logic drive now reassimiliated with the AI, this cyborg has become an independent killing machine. Outfited with a light bending optical camo and a adamantium ninja sword, pray that you are not on the receiving end of his blade........
Name:Carliquin of Shadow
Formerly Mistress Carli of the Carnival of Light. During an intense performance cleaning out a particularly annoying bunch of Mafia from a local warehouse, a bomb went off directly beneath her throwing her out the window and onto the cold cement of Independence Port. Her hospital transponder failed to go off due to faulty maintenance by a jealous member of the Carnival. After being transported to the hospital by her Ring mistress she was declared DOA. During transport to her families burial site on the Rogue Isles she regained conciousness but the paramedics not knowing what to do dumped her on the side of the road. She was picked up by an Arachnos drone and teleported to the Arachnos medical center. When she found out that she was unable to leave the Rogue isles and return home due to a prison break and a flood of Ziggurat prisoners to the isles she became furious at both the Paragon City hospital and at her own Carnival for not checking on her. She changed her name to Carliquin of Shadow and uses her superior Invisibility spell and her sisters sword to destroy anyone and anything that steps in her path. Deep in her heart she still loves the Carnival and would do anything to return to them but her heart is so full of ice now that she can't think straight enough to come up with a plan to let them know she's still alive.
Shadymoose-magic-Ninja Blade/Ninjitsu
An unknown story known as shady also happened at the awakening of shiftymooses powers.
kael parker shiftys younger brother (5 at the time) saw his older bro conjuring the radiation with astonishment as his brother made it visible to the naked eye.
kael ran down stairs and told his mom what he saw but she dismissed him telling him his story is amsuing unaware of the blood that ran through them.
one night when calhoun went out with his friends kael snuck into his room and started channeling the radiation but kaels manipulation was unstable because of his lack of focus. the radiation within his hand shook his body violently and kael was left drained of any energy and layed there for an hour then crawled out of his room so his brother wouldnt find out of his knowlege of his powers. kael vowed he would never use radiation again but he was unknown that the blood was awakened by this shake awaking a powerfull energy unimaginable to any german mage in the past.
kael grew up living a normal life with his friends until he was engaged with his fiance nancy evens who was later to be known as the heroine sycrosis.
he brought his future wife to dinner at the nicest restaurant he could afford.
in his suit he walked his fiance down into the restaurant then his hands began to shake violently and radiation bursted out of all his body murdering all the people in the restaurant except nancy who was embued with the ability to affect others minds with telekenisis. she left kael the next day saying hes to uncontrolable and kael was shattered. kael said it was his accursed blood line and began to seek out to learn the ultimate form of assasination so he could end all those in his blood.
kael set out for japan to find the shattered ninja order in the woods around mt. fuji. kael dedicated to mastering all forms of ninjitsu and use of the ninja sword. the radiation that was in his blood gave him manipulation of waves to make his physical form turn to aether and so he became a master assasin practicing his skills on locals of tokyo.
kael then began to set out for his brother to finish the job of ending the blood line.
he arrived in paragon city to find his useless brother and found him kissing nancy! anger boiled in his blood and he sliced attempted to assasinate moose but missed and moose startled this attack blasted his brother and nancy shrieked in fear seeing this cloaked attacker was kael. kael and calhoun fought in an ultimate battle of the fates. kael wasnt as trained as calhoun was and he was defeated and left for dead.
kael crawled through the city looking for hel until he found a laboratory and a doctor that would soon be one of the greatest friends he would ever have.
his name was Dr. larzok and he was a kind doctor who nursed him back to health with his technology and after a week he was fully healed.
kael asked for help to destroy his brother and Dr. larzok disagreeing grudgingly agreed to help.
Kael took up the name Shadymoose after his brothers name and his adept use of his cloaking powers. the doctor then enhanced his sword to be capable of cutting through steel like butter and gave him a suit of electronicaly enhanced gear so he could move at mach speeds.
Shady set out to find his brother and ended up tracking him to the jail.
at the time of his arrival arachnos was making a jail break and shady saw moose rise up out of his cell and began to leave so shady followed him and as he left the zig he lost moose until he saw him flying away in a arachnos chopper. shadymoose wants to redeam himself by finishing off his cursed blood line so he works with those who can help him to reach his chance to fight his brother calhoun once again.
M.A.G.I. Threat assessment file Alpha 2 Beta 4.
Unknown Entity, referred to as Hollow-Jack
WARNING! Data-File is incomplete.
Research into the entity known as Hollow-Jack has been problematic at best. His similar resemblance to the creatures in Croatoa known as Fir-Bolg has only complicated matters. We have however learned a few basic things.
It is obvious that he is not human, and never was human as is the case for many of the Fir-Bolg.
He is composed of materials standard for a scarecrow, and none of his clothing or items displays any power on their own unless they are on his (its?) person. Note that these items have not been seperated from the being while he is in captivity, not due to any form of favoritisim, but due to his rather eloquent speech saying (in summation) that we would not strip other innmates of their skin.
The entity seems to follow a complex set of rules, and watches others carefully for breaches in these rules he can exploit. Many of these rules we have discovered via trial and error and extensive research in the M.A.G.I. libraries. By and large he seems to abide by certain strictures for members of the Unseelie Courts of the Fae. Unfortunately we have also seen that this is not the case with every law or rule the entity abides by. Research is ongoing.
The full extent of the entities powers are not fully known. Indeed, neither are the purposes of his garden he was growing on the site of his capture. The remains of several missing persons, heroes and villians alike, were found in the soil or wrapped up in the vines of his plants. Of the victims, one of which was the skeleton of a child. The state of decay suggests the bones to be old, but the weathering caused by the roots and vines may have accelerated this. DNA testing is ongoing in attempts to identify the identity of the skeletal remains.
The entity protested greatly against his capture, and successfully killed two Longbow agents before being restrained. He displayed a disturbing control over the vines as well as an ability to summon and crontrol fire... a trait unexpected in a scarecrow.
It was only by dutiful research of our occult investigators that we were able to capture the entity, but at a horrible cost. Miss Amanda Bloom, one of our mages, called out the name of the entity (Hollow-Jack) and demaned via the rites of the true name, for him to submit to her will.
The entity did submit, but with a look of malevolance unsurpassed by any creature when he did so. While in transport to the arcane holding area of the Zig for further study, one of his guards let slip Miss Amanda Bloom's name. Later that day the body of miss Bloom was found, bloody and raw, with a rictus of pure terror frozen on her face. The runes for the rite used to bind the entity were lost as well.
The entity demands constantly to be released so it can find and serve it's "Child." We do not know what this means, but we are researching the issue. The current binding in the Zig is patchy at best. Because we simply overheard the entities name and not "Discovered" it or had it given to us by the entity, any control over it by use of the name seems spotty at best. We are replacing the binding runes about his cell weekly, but we hope for our research to contain and restrain this entity bears fruit soon.
"Hollow-Jack" is a dangerous threat to anyone. There is too much we do not know about this being to safely study it in any setting other than maximum confinement. We reccommend keeping it sealed until certain mysteries about him come to light. May the Gods help us if he is released before that time... He has learned too many of our names and stories to even allow that possibility to happen.
-->Azuria.
Vanye Teskerovic was a member of a Serbian death squad responsible for numerous acts of ethnic cleansing. When the government fell, she used her skills as a mercenary for hire. During one of these missions, where she was asked to steal an experimental serum from a Russian lab used for the creation of super soldiers, her and her team were ambushed, and through a violent series of events, her team was killed. While trying to make her escape, a beaker of acid exploded in her face, scarring it, and burning her eyes from their sockets. Realizing that her only chance for survival was to take the serum, she took it. The serum gave her inhuman speed, enhanced her toughness, and gave her a sort of radar sense to compensate for the loss of her eyes, as well as the ability to draw upon nether energies to fight and heal herself a little bit. It also burned out every pain receptor in her body, so that now she is incapable of feeling any pain.
She escaped and found the people responsible for the doublecross. She wears their skulls as ornaments on her costume. Fleeing to the Rogue Isles, she has banded with a small group of people who have offered a sort of sanctuary, as well as allowing her the freedom to pursue her various forms of sadistic behaviour.
Currently she is wanted by Interpol, the FBI, CIA, Chechens, the Russians, the UN for her various war crimes and crimes against humanity, and is also being pursued by various other law enforcement agencies for purported terrorist acts, not the least of which was the release of a deadly nerve gas that ate away the victim's skin in an Eastern European elementary school.
She is considered extremely violent, sadistic, and has no qualms about commiting murder, torture, assassination, terrorism, espionage, and brutality.
Has been found guilty in absentia in Bosnia, Croatia, Russia, Albania, and is marked to be executed on sight.
Currently employed as an enforcer/bodyguard for a new villain group. Considered unemplyable outside of the Rogue Isles due to unpredictable nature and extremely violent tendencies.
Where should I start My story. Some say it is best to start at the beginning, or during a moment of intense change. I shall start between them.
I am known as Twisted Metal. A name given to Me by superheroes and superheroines alike, due to My magically enhanced gadgets. I am a inventor that continually mixed technology and magics. I ran a nice business out of My home in Eastgate, and had several super and non super friends. That was until the trolls decided to blowup My portion of Paragon City. They also killed My friends in thier little gang bang.
I was home with several clients fulfilling orders when the trolls blew the place up. I dont remember much, but I do remember My home sliding down and screams from the people in there with Me. I woke up 3 weeks later in Steel Canyon Medical Center. My face was covered in bandages, My body racked with dull pain, and My mind and soul filled with the screams of the dead. I was released after 4 months of body torturing therapy. I could still hear the screams of the dead. I thought going back would ease the screaming. It didnt, it only made it louder. When I went backto My ruined home I found a robot which I had made before the collapse. Concentrating on animating the robot, I uttered a spell that I dont remember ever knowing. The screaming subsided as I pulled a soul trapped in Eastgate into the metal skeleton of the robot. I commanded it to follow Me to My new home in Steel Canyon. It stayed with Me for a very long time, and I learned from it. I learned the soul was called Melissa. She had been a Superheroine trying to clear out a nest of Outcast when she was killed. She told me that there were other souls in Eastgate wanting out. She repeatedly thanked Me for putting her into the metal shell. She was a faithful servant, helping Me in My new work on creating more robots for more souls. However, M.A.G.I wasnt too happy about My new work. In a joint sting operation with D.A.T.A, I was brought down, Melissa was destroyed, and I was convicted of soul tampering.
In the breakout of the Zig, I was brought to the Rogue Isles. Where I continue My work, and bring more souls to rest in new robotic bodies. One day, I will strike back at D.A.T.A and M.A.G.I. The groups will both know that whe I do is for the best of man and super kind.
Yes...I am just padding My post count. now go away
The AT name 'Mastermind'. You cocky son of [Censored] -Darkest_Night
Doll Master Bot/Dark MM
Master Mindbreaker and other various versions.
From the personal journal of Dr Frank Smith.
Today's headlines were plastered with it, 'Recluse Free's Thousands from The Zig!'
I went over and had a look around, I could see Bobby watching also, crouched low on top of the tower. We didn't speak, we never speak anymore. I still worry about him, but he is his own man now, no longer the little brother I have to watch over and protect.
Funny that, that one time in our lives I protected him, when it was he who saved my life from the hands of Sci-Fi.
Sci-Fi. That's why we both were there, at The Zig. Bobby would never tell me so, but I know it.
The warden tells me that yes, Sci-Fi was among those freed by Recluse and flown away to the Rogue Isles. It will be tough tracking him down, but I may not have too. I feel pretty confidant that in time Sci-Fi will come for me to finish the job... If he doesn't go after Bobby first. It was Bobby who shut him down, and had him locked away afterall.
But Sci-Fi, James Walker to the rest of the world, he may be crazy, but he is smart. He won't be expecting my recovery, thanks to my appliances, but he cannot be underestimated either. I am sure that he willl quickly find the rescources he needs to restart his research.
Robotics and Weaponry, thats what Sci-Fi does, and he is among the best. It may well have been he who claimed that Nobel Prize, if not for the 'mishap'.
It was a Tuesday, and we had spent months perfecting the targeting system for James' 'Science Project', as he liked to call it. After the misfire, James would not allow me to look over the circuitry to see if I could discover why his robot had just killed half of the Chief Security Council and wounded six Senators.
I did some research of my own after that, and discovered a large electronic transfer of funds to our research account from Crey Industries. It was when I approached Jim about the money that things turned ugly. We argued, and then fought, and Jim left.
Later that night Jim showed up at my house, and we argued some more. Then his Science Project showed up. If Bobby had not arrived when he did, visiting from college, I have no doubt that Jim, and his Robot, would have killed me right then, instead of leaving me with a broken back.
After that, my own troubles began with Crey and The good ole government of the U.S. of A. But we already know how that turned out don't we?
So today I visited The Zig, and saw Bobby doing the same. I have had a look around Siren's Call, and Bloody Bay, I suspect Bobby has as well... no signs of Sci-Fi yet....
I know he will come for us, when he is ready... I just hope Bobby is prepared when he does... I know I will be.
This is the start of a thread to aggregate (or agglomerate or even accumulate) biographies of your personal villains.
Feel free to post any villainous writing of a biographical nature.