Well I didnt read carefully enough and my story submission was very long. Much much longer than "brief" haha.
Well, all you need is about a paragraph explaining the character. Might as well give it a go!
Allow me to introduce:
Death Chemist
Bio: Born into a wealthy family, Kenny Georgeston was always a very attentive and intelligent boy. Always exploring his surroundings Kenny's brain grew as his social life suffered. Always with his head in a book he found a particular interest in chemistry and physics also developing a minor pyromania. After college Kenny had a P.H.D. in biochemistry and had a very promising life ahead of him, getting jobs with major research companies all dealing with volatile chemicals and new world changing inventions. But his glorious career was about to come to an end. Kenny was working on a special invention in his garage using parts and other things he took from work. This one would be used to create super soldiers for the government. There was only one piece of the puzzle left before his greatest invention would be complete, a large quantity of plutonium. After a long sequence of dead ends, he was able to find a middle eastern arms dealer with connections within the US government. Need less to say it was a huge risk but his undying quest for knowledge propelled him to do it. With his invention complete there was only one thing left to do: Test. Using him self, he entered the machine and began the process. Before it finished its activation sequence the FBI shut down his power grid as they were going to arrest him for treason and mal-practice. With no power to sustain a stable reaction the machine went critical, detonating with Kenny still inside. Barely surviving Kenny crawled from the smoldering pile of his lifes work with hideous burns and the start of a super human mutation. After he was released from the hospital Kenny was put on death for almost 5 years. During that time he spent alone and scarred in his cell, his heart turned black with rage. After enough time, some noticeable side effects of his experiment became evident. Kenny started to experience a form of pyro-kinesis, heating his hands and sparking small embers on his jail cell floor. He also noticed that when he was around the guards and other inmates, he felt stronger and faster while they felt weak and breathless. Eventually he became strong enough to melt his bars and use his mastery of kinetic energy to flee to the rogue isle, it is there he would feed his obsession of knowledge and creation, this time robbing banks, and working with Arachnos for funding. What Kenny is building now is unknown, but what we do know is that it will bring the Earth to its knees......
Notes: on the costume i was going for the psycho evil genius look without having to use the lab coat, on a whole i think it turned out well.
Thx for considering my entry and reading the long-as-hell bio 
WALL OF TEXT!
Me wants free artses 
Standing a petite 5'4", The Magnificent Gila Girl is an awe inspiring sight--to those that can see her move! Faster than a speeding Komodo Dragon, as well as a Forumula 1 racer, the light blue skinned (and scaled!) diva-of-a-hero takes to the streets daily, policing both the thugs and fashion blunders. Her eyes, the same bright orange as her hair, seem to stare into the distance with a distinct confidence, while her smile shows a warm, caring soul. She is constantly in conflict with her own personal, literal beast, a creature residing in her mind, affecting her descisions, and sometimes her actions. WHile she has managed to control this evil inclination, she often will display certain "unnatural" qualities; absent mindedness and a tendency to show off are common occurances with her.
Screenies in the sig (tha Classic outfit is the one I prefer )
Okay here goes nothin....
Isabelle Rosenqueen cares about only one thing in life: money, and lots of it. And, lucky for her, she's always had as much as she wanted....(okay, not as much as she wanted, but that's not possible...). Daughter of a rich mob boss, her "Daddy" has always given her whatever she wanted. I mean, c'mon, all she has to do is snap her fingers and BAM!!! Plasma screen T.V.... WITH SURROUND SOUND!!! However, recently some annoying heroes have been trying to mess with Isabelle's fathers business dealings. (As if they're not PERFECTLY LEGITIMATE!!!) Seeing that she might lose even one dollar due to efforts of these "poor, pathetic, horribly dressed fiends," Isabelle has taken the name "The Rose Bandit," hired a group of thugs to do the "poor people" stuff, and set out to defeat the forces of Poverty...(not Poverty itself, mind you, but those stinky color-clashing heroes that fight for Justice....and, truth be told, don't exactly make a pretty penny for it. Poverty is a good thing; it gives the rich people to make fun of!)
I decided to go for a funnier bio for this...Dunno why... XD.
Character Pic- http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs23/f/20...DisgaeaFan.jpg
Theres a bio there too, but its a bit different.
And as for any extra stuff... A hairband, (not a headband) and various snobby jewelery, like earrings, rings, (but not too many, that would be simply GAUDY) and the like.
(A tale, you say?)
Life and Death and the Girl with the Scarf
Rainy night gave way to moist morning, overpowered by the sun's sympathy for humanity, though the benevolent celestial body couldn't do much for the cold. A green-skinned man with vines for hair and azure sunglasses wandered out of an alley and in to the street, just in time to meet the last lingering light leaking lazily from a lamp-post, one which would soon bid the world good morning by submitting to an honorable extinguishment. Water dripped from his leafy hands and hair, his white shirt and black tie thoroughly saturated, thin lips epitomizing frownless features, and a look of finality hanging on the peculiar creature's face, though it wasn't quite a smile. He had found her.
The girl had been running. Machine-gun breaths seemed to get tangled about her tongue and lips as they frantically made their way in and out of her, blue eyes like narrow columns of light beaming beneath wet strands of hair colored like wrought-iron. Her whole body pulsated rhythmically, frosty clouds accumulating and dissipating in front of her in the morning air. Her red and white-striped scarf appeared to be floating; a perpetual icy breeze was trying to steal it from her, but one of her cold hands only pulled it closer, while the other gripped a very silver knife, the quivering blade held low, but in the green man's direction nonetheless.
He raised a verdant hand, which in turn raised a pistol.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, seeming genuine. "It's time."
The girl made no particularly drastic motion, though subtle glances were sent sprawling across the horizon and everywhere else, looking for something, anything. Her eyes widened gently and settled on a crack in the sidewalk. With a fluid grace that she had not expected of herself, she reached down and plucked a soft scarlet flower that had bravely been growing amongst the concrete, memories of the morning rain sent in all directions as she hastily pulled the viridian stem to her. This gave the thieving wind the opportunity to relieve her of her helpless scarf, and neither of them watched as it was carried away.
The green man lowered his eyebrows as the girl held her shivering blade to the flower's stem, right below the petals. Her breaths became longer, her gaze never leaving his.
"I'll do it," she growled, drawing the knife nearer to the innocent blossom, threatening to drag the edge across its long emerald neck.
For at least a moment, the world stood still. The green man gently lowered his leafy hand, taking with it the argent armament, and there were another few seconds of hesitation before the girl took a deep, sharp breath and then dashed off down the alley. She was already just a shadow in the his mind.
"I suppose... it wasn't time just yet."
(Life and Death
Thank you.)
These are great reading even if no one gets art.
GJ everyone.
Hey foo! I wrote up a short bio just for the purposes of this contest (but also because since I have started to write (this is my second ever entertainment piece, following the really long one that i retracted) I found I enjoy it). Anyway, I hope you like it!
Fair Skye (2)
She stands 5ft 4in and yet for all her shortcomings, she is as beautiful as any woman could hope to be. Her skin shimmers brightly even in the darkest of places, and her complexion always maintains the reason for which she was named. Her presence lets out a magnificent aura of pure energy, and she is the most noble and honest young child you would ever meet. That was until her mother was murdered in an attempt to save her daughters life. Everything changed that day.
Today, she is far from the broken young girl she was after that horrible accident. She has tried to make something of her self ever since that fateful day, but has yet to add up to much. She studied hard to become a lawyer. She devoted herself so much to the cause of going after those that hurt her mother that she graduated at the young age of 25. She spent two years after that going after every criminal she could find connected to her mothers death. She gave that up long ago. The sad realization was, in Paragon, criminals ruled even the court systems.
Down and out, she turned to taking it all into her own hands. She never doubted that she was different, but knew that her powers did not seem enough to be of use in fighting the people she saw every day. The criminals with such awesome powers, that hers shrunk in comparison to. She had no other choice. She used the skills she had gained in her pursuit of justice as a lawyer, and researched every possible lead into how to gain some power of her own. Coincidentally enough the easiest, and yet most powerful, route she found was through the fairies.
Known for their quick flight, eternal life and their fast reflexes Fair considered them the perfect solution. Better still, they had the power to alter humans and turn them into one of their own. She could use this to her advantage, and she did. She researched for 2 years all she could about the fairies so they would love her so much they would turn her, and so they did.
She is now known as Fair Skye, one of the long foretold chosen few of the Skye prophecies. With her keen reflexes, she has trained her skills with the bow, and uses it to aid her battles. The aura of energy she has always had with her has become her most potent weapon to anything, or anyone, who dare come near her. She started the battle with her revenge on the Skulls, for the cruel fate they left her to. With that complete ( This is that long story I wrote and retracted if you want to read it) , she has found it in herself to continue on and fight for all the young and the old to save them from the same fate that befell her. Villains beware, the Skye has been unleashed.
Just saw this thread. Looks like it's been going close to the "week" you originally proposed...if this contest is still open tonight, when I get home to the computer with my screenshots on it, I'll submit an entry.
Sailboat
If we are to die, let us die like men. -- Patrick Cleburne
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The rule is that they must be loved. --Jayne Fynes-Clinton, Death of an Abandoned Dog
I'm gonna leave things open until Friday (Saturday morning when I wake up, basically), since we still have entries coming in.
When January's chill stabs deep
when winter wind cuts like a blade,
when snow is drifting down like sleep,
if you've done evil, be afraid.
An innocent once questioned why
some people sin. Alas, she learned.
Abandoned in a storm to die,
she touched the edge -- but has returned.
Her heart is ice, her spirit cruel,
her bitterness is razor-keen.
Your fate pares down to one cold rule:
"Too late to run if you've been seen."
In peril of your very lives
You're hunted by the Queen of Knives.
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They say you feel sleepy when you're freezing to death, but Jan Sturm felt only wild anger at the thugs who had slashed her legs and left her, crippled, to perish in te rising blizzard. It wasn't fair!
She didn't notice as the whitenss above her took on huge form. Thought boomed in her mind.
HUMAN, YOUR WANTING IS . . . FIERCE. NEVER HAVE WE BEHELD SUCH. EXPLAIN.
"Vengeance," Jan thought.
IT SHALL BE.
The Winter Lord faded away. The storm ended . . . but not for Jan.
Full frontal
Back view
Larger view...her aura is clear sparkles on lowest frequency, representing glistening frost
Casting aside an Outcast
The Queen of Knives is an Ice/Storm/Psi Controller who was granted powers telepathically by the Winter Lord so that she could seek vengeance. Her hero name comes from the metaphor of cold wind biting or cutting. Her best-known battle cry (usually as she lays Ice Slick) is: "Down goes the mercury, and you!"
Sailboat
If we are to die, let us die like men. -- Patrick Cleburne
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The rule is that they must be loved. --Jayne Fynes-Clinton, Death of an Abandoned Dog
Two days remain!
Last day to enter!
Hey Foo here are the comics that tell the rest of the BIO story on WARFACE project
Comics
View the story of W.A.R.F.A.C.E. and Septimus Bane here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6785073/1/Meus_Profiteor#
my email chrismfears99@yahoo.com
Time's almost up!
Okay, entries are closed! Pencils down, people!
The judges and I shall retire to our palatial debating estate and return soon with finalists.
"Palatial debating estate."
Heh.
The Alt Alphabet ~ OPC: Other People's Characters ~ Terrific Screenshots of Cool ~ Superhero Fiction
*12 hours later* hehe. We are all so excited, you must reveal! lol
lol God i suck..........
Sent ya a PM Foo!
You can kick me now! 
*stares*
*trows boppy clown*
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The reveal won't be until Monday, probably.
Anticipation builds!
PM sent food!
*throws out second boppy clown and drools some more*
I hear her..she is near by.
Throw them and she will come
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