Would love to read your Character's Bio's
Pazahar-
Finding a magic token called a " pa zahar" meaning antidote against poison, our hero magically imbued himself with the knowledge of spiritual truth. He adopted the name Pazahar and now believes himself to be essential to the salvation of all mankind.
Katt A Strophic-
Katt was an exotic dancer, swinging on the pole, strutting her stuff, business men shoving big bucks down her G-string. That was until her mutant gene kicked in and she hacked up a nasty [censored] hairball on stage. Some patrons couldn't get over it. Thus ended her "dancing" career and she started superheroing. Besides being genetically altered into a cat, she had the ability to manipulate energy. Now she dances with all the evil doers in Paragon City on a nightly basis.
Bodil-
Scandinavian name, derived from old Norse Bothildr, meaning "bettering battle" or "compensation for battle". Bodil was the product of the Council's attempt at cross breeding a vampyr and a metahuman. Little did they know their pet project would turn on them and swear to wipe out the Council for good.
Psichoses-
From the land of Faerie, Psichoses was summoned to Paragon by a mage from the Circle of Thorns. The mage wanted the sprite to do his bidding, but soon learned her diminutive size limited the tasks she could accomplish. Casting another spell, he increased her sized, but unbeknownst to him by doing so he also increased her power. She quickly took her retribution on her unwitting master. Awed by the world she found herself in she adopted the persona of a mere school girl, to better learn of the humans she now found herself surrounded by. She uses her powers to better their existence.
Vespa Mandarinia-
Latin for Asian Giant Hornet or Japanese Hornet...and she wears green. You figure it out.
Here's a few of my Champ toons' bios:
Megajoule Mule: 50 Brute Elec/Elec:
Classification: Top Secret
Agency: Department of Defense, US Army
Project Name: EEYORE
Final Report: This is the final report on the XM-4 EEYORE (Electronic Equine Yankee Ordinance Relay Equipment). The XM-4 was designed to be an all-terrain ordinance transport for the Army artillery. The prototype was created by surgically grafting cybernetic implants into a mule giving the animal superior strength, stamina and resilience. While the laboratory tests were positive, the field trial identified two significant design flaws. First, the XM-4 is extremely aggressive. Second, the XM-4 is resistant to any and all authority. During the field trial, the unit was ordered to transport a caisson of 155 mm howitzer shells to a forward battery position. The unit disobeyed orders, unpacked the caisson, and proceeded to lob shells at any and all targets it could acquire. Collateral damage ended the field trial because of cost-overrides. The unit was to be decommissioned, but it has escaped. No recovery is planned.
Max Polarity: 50 Blaster Elec/NRG
Sheeeeiiit, all I wonted were sum warm Cheez Whiz fer my pork rinds like I seen on my favurite TV show, Redneck-O-Rama. So I tost a boddle in the microwave. Dern! That damnable boddle--shur as sheeiit--blooed up my mobile home and half the trailer park! I stumbled bout thinkin I'd salvage what I coold, and damn if that wern't enuff, them microwaves musta done sumpin strange ta me. It magnetized me like a big ole magnet and all uva sudden everthin metal started flyin at me! (I can tell ya it was scary thing when my brand new set of steak knives took a deadly likin ta me.) Well, ta make a long story short, I salvaged up a load of scrap and made maself this here really neat suit. It only took a little bailin wire, duct tape and bondo. Now I is the sooper power'd Max Polarity--dispenser of justice and Cheez Whiz!
Gremlinda 50 Controller Illus/Emp
Paragon News Inverviewer: I'm here tonight speaking with Linda Bauer, also known as "Gremlinda" in the hero community. Hi Linda.
Gremlinda: *munch, munch, munch* Mmm...hiya
PNI: I noticed you are eating, what is that, a gear?
Gremlinda: *munch...brraaaap* Myah. Iron is good. Love the stuff. Clockworks...delicious!
PNI: So you eat metal?
Gremlinda: Yep. Ever since I nearly died in that auto accident, I've had this crazy craving for anything metal. Steel, iron, titanium is a bit tough, oh and inobtanium is totally nummy.
PNI: You nearly died in an auto accident! What happened?
Gremlinda: Well, I was pinned inside the wreckage of the car bleeding to death when my mother, a mystic from MAGI, arrived and discovered the source of the accident, a demonic gremlin! So Mom zapped a whammy on the little brat and transferred his soul essence to me saving my life. Since then, I've been going by Gremlinda and munching metal.
PNI: Wow, that's quite a story!
Gremlina: Yep. Hey, are you done with that mic? *munch*
Captain Blastyne: 50 Corrupter Fire/Kin
One of many pirates in the Rogue Isles was the captain of the three-master, Knifewind. William Blastyne was known as "Fireball Bill" by the rogues of the area because he liked to employ Greek fire. Captain Blastyne terrorized the area for nearly a decade until an English fleet was formed to hunt the pirate. While the English were unable to catch the elusive buccaneer, a death bed confession by one of his crew tells the tale of his grizzly demise.
"Far out to sea we was, havin been chased for nearly ten days, when we was set upon by the cursed coral-men. They attacked late at night but didn't catch us off-guard. It were a hard fight, and we might have just won until our store of fire set the ship ablaze. I and few others made it to a ship's boat. Last we saw of the captain, he was on fire and jumpin from the deck. I'm sure they took him as a sacrifice to their demonic goddess."
Now it is said that the specter of the cursed Captain Blastyne haunts the Rogue Isles again.
Global: @FuzzyOne
Find me playing these servers: Champion, Justice, Freedom, Virtue and Pinnacle
Ok so here is my bio for my main:
Miz Nibbles the intergalactic planet devourer was accidentally stared at too long by that giant eye thing from lord of the rings and then turned into a normal woman with super powers. She found out it was a nemesis plot so she 's hauling [censored] and biting them too, to get her old form back. She has currently conquered such intense foes as "The Drama Prairie Dog", and the Emo Kid
Miz Nibbles
Thankyou so much!
P.S. Your S.G's
*Most Honorable Hero : Character/Bio/Costume Contest*
inspired me to start this thread.
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Si /50 Blaster Fire Pure..
Doesn't seem to want to let me post more than one backstory at a time, so I guess I'll have to post 3 times? Anyway, these are a few of my better ones...
[color= orange]Everblaze (Natural Fiery Aura/Super Strength/Pyre Mastery Tanker): [/color]
Selected headlines from Newspapers around the world:
-The Daily Telegraph 1973, "Boy Genius Beats World Chess Champion Bobby Fischer, Age 5"
-Atlas Park Courier 1977, "Local Child Prodigy Goes To National Science Fair"
-Atlas Park Courier 1977, "Child Prodigy Expelled From Science Fair, Project Too Violent"
-Atlas Park Courier 1981, "Hellions Mug Brothers, 1 Dead. Heroes Nowhere To be Found"
-New York Times 1983, "Death of a National Idol. Suicide, Police Say"
-Defense News 1996, "Anonymous Genius Submits Plans for Supersoldier Training Program, Too Dangerous"
-Atlas Park Courier 2000, "Massive Fire Collapses Building, No One Hurt"
-Galaxy Guardian 2004, "New Hero Everblaze Saves Brothers From Hellion Mugging, Future Looks Bright"
My DeviantArt
Extraplanar 50 Mind/Kin
Argos the Beast 50 Stone/Stone
Everblaze 50 Fire/SS
Falcon's Fury 50 Kat/Inv
Heirloom 50 BS/DA
[color= orange]Heirloom (Magic Broad Sword/Dark Armor/Darkness Mastery Scrapper): [/color]
Once a king, now but a soul
Lost and left to wander.
Given to darkness was his being,
His blade resigned to ponder.
War and strife and pain and sorrow
Now are his domains.
Once a king, now but a soul,
And darkness through his veins.
Once a king, now but a soul
Of what once was and what used to be.
But not completely of himself,
Under Helm of Immortality.
He has no place, he has no home,
This king now but a soul.
He gave his life and family
To avoid that deathly toll.
And now he wants what isn't his;
What once he gave away.
He longs for death.
To see an end; The night of a too-long day.
So he fights now for what he seeks,
Merciless and without rest.
Smiting semblances of his past.
Those that he detests.
He whets his wit and dons his plate,
Sets his blade to what it loves.
He'll repent and find forgiveness,
If it's the last thing he ever does.
My DeviantArt
Extraplanar 50 Mind/Kin
Argos the Beast 50 Stone/Stone
Everblaze 50 Fire/SS
Falcon's Fury 50 Kat/Inv
Heirloom 50 BS/DA
Arbiter Davenport (Bane Spider):
The path I travel is a path forged in blood. Mine is the way of strength, power, and glory. I know not defeat, for victory is my mistress. I have destroyed Lord Recluse and felt the glory of his helmet beneath my mace. I have faced down the mighty Statesman on the steps of Atlas Park and overcome the strength of a god. The Freedom Phalanx is all but a stain on the sole of my boot, and the age of heroes is nothing more than a fond memory. I have the will, and I have the power, and nothing will stop me.
My DeviantArt
Extraplanar 50 Mind/Kin
Argos the Beast 50 Stone/Stone
Everblaze 50 Fire/SS
Falcon's Fury 50 Kat/Inv
Heirloom 50 BS/DA
[color= orange]Heirloom (Magic Broad Sword/Dark Armor/Darkness Mastery Scrapper): [/color]
Once a king, now but a soul Lost and left to wander. Given to darkness was his being, His blade resigned to ponder. War and strife and pain and sorrow Now are his domains. Once a king, now but a soul, And darkness through his veins. Once a king, now but a soul Of what once was and what used to be. But not completely of himself, Under Helm of Immortality. He has no place, he has no home, This king now but a soul. He gave his life and family To avoid that deathly toll. And now he wants what isn't his; What once he gave away. He longs for death. To see an end; The night of a too-long day. So he fights now for what he seeks, Merciless and without rest. Smiting semblances of his past. Those that he detests. He whets his wit and dons his plate, Sets his blade to what it loves. He'll repent and find forgiveness, If it's the last thing he ever does. |
From the darkest pit of Hell
Comes a demon they know well
One whos storied wrath and might
Make men screw their eyes shut tight
For in all the Netherverse
There was surely no one worse
He will every good thing purge
Behold the awesome Demiurge
Make peace with your Deity
For at peace you soon shall be
This sad plane is on the verge
Of the rule of Demiurge
I'm only laughing on the outside
My smile is just skin deep
If you could see inside, I'm really crying
You might join me for a weep
My Roster
Kid Bang:
Bio: Billy Pennington has always been fascinated by super villains. When all the other kids wanted to be Statesmen or Back Alley Brawler, he always wanted to be the bad guy. When he was 13, he went so far as to make himself a cheap Hamidon costume by wrapping himself in colored cellophane. This required a trip to the Emergency Room. His parents kept hoping he would grow out of it, but that just never happened.
When Billy was 16, he saw footage of Really Big Bang getting arrested after a botched Kings Row bank robbery. Billy really liked the sonic powers and black and green costume. He decided to start his own career of villainy, modeling himself after Really Big Bang. Unfortunately, Billy did not have the scientific know-how to build sonic energy devices like Really Big Bang could.
In an attempt to gain these powers, Billy ended up making a deal with the Circle of Thorns. They would help him gain super powers, and he would work for them. Billy would start calling himself Kid Bang. As a part of the mystical generation of his powers, Kid Bang also has a low level ability to manipulate hellfire. This power is unpredictable and tends to manifest in strange and unexpected ways, like invisibility or the ability to heal others.
Kid Bang served the Circle of Thorns for about a year, but he soon decided that soul snatching and demonic rituals were definitely not the fun life of a super villain he had hoped for. Kid Bang escaped from the Circle of Thorns, but their mystical ways allowed them to track him down and recapture him. The Kid would have been destroyed, if not for the timely intervention of the Bone Snappers.
Kral-Raiden, Kingpin of Crime, and Really Big Bang were raiding a Circle of Thorns base at the time and rescued Kid Bang. Actually, they had planned to take him and ransom him back to the Thorns or his family. But, when he told them his story, they decided to let him stick around. If nothing else, at least they would have a fall guy in case a job went bad.
Really Big Bang mentored Kid Bang for a few months before deciding to go into semi-retirement. Kral-Raiden and Kingpin of Crime were ready to just kick the Kid loose, but soon discovered that the Kid was especially useful at building and furbishing their headquarters. Kid also managed to save Krals life during the second Rikti invasion. Kid tends to leave out the fact that the only reason Krals life was in danger was because he had to charge into a cluster of Rikti to pull Kid out.
The Kid is pretty much the team mascot and biggest cheerleader. In return for his loyalty, the other Bone Snappers help keep him safe from the Circle of Thorns revenge.
Character bios, huh? Waaaay too many alts on champion, and everything has a story. I'll choose my faves:
Dreameater: Mind/psi dominator:
There was once an orphan girl, who lived in a very bad city. Poverty-stricken and overrun with crime, the streets on which the girl lived only offered her nightmares. The bad men surrounded her, torturing her... things happened to the girl that should never happen to anyone. She told herself they were but dreams, and soon would end. Then something changed: as her tormentors assailed her, she tried to sleep, to dream them away. Her enemies fell into a deep slumber; she looked in her sleep, and saw their souls released as they dreampt. Free, and so tantalizing, the girl tasted the spirits, and found them to be good. She drank deeply of every last soul, leaving only husks behind.They gave her power, and clarified her dreams. Soon, she no longer woke. She lived in her dream, and the world about her became her fantasy to form and control. That little girl is gone. All that is left is the one called The Dreameater, and SHE is now the nightmare. |
Peace. To bring peace has been my goal, from the start. As a young fool, I thought evil was the source of suffering, that peace could come through "justice." Such naiveté. The truth found me, in my struggle for peace, in a way I'd never imagine. I was ambushed by an enemy, overpowered in my weakness. Night by night, for unending time (it seemed) I was subjected to abherrant science. I longed for death, yet they kept me on the brink of life. Their trials gave me new power, unbeknownst to them. Life and death swirled through me; I could see it, feel it, CONTROL it. Channeling the bright energy of my life into my hands, and shrouding myself in death's darkness, I was free. They fought, but it was futile. I looked about, and the truth was revealed: life had kept me suffering, and there, in their still forms, I saw true peace. I had fought for justice, but no peace had come-yet here it was, at last. I vowed that day to become the deathsman, an executioner of grace, bringing lasting rest to the world. |
How did you say it? No, no- say it with me, fool. VAH-ZIH-LEE-SAH. Vasilisa. My story? I have time to tell you, but do not try my patience. I am of Latrovia, a young nation. We were strong, and proud. The nation we called after our great leader, "Brother" Mikhail Latrosk. We overcame the old order of things, yet the pompous old nations that ruled this world would not abide us. They called us merciless and bloodthirsty fools. We gave no mercy, for none deserve it-if they were weak enough to fall, let them fall. We were the strong, why should we not have taken our rightful place of rulership? All of 'Brother' Latrosk's order were executed for their 'crimes.' all, save me. I escaped with the greatest of our technology and wealth. I shall gather allies, build an army, and restore our great order, across the lands of this world. Excuse me, then. I have to go check up on my droids..the impudent things cannot be trusted. |
A villain? No, such a narrow and meaningless title means little to me. It confers a nature of inhumanity, of boundless, faceless wickedness. No, no, no...I'm not a bad man. Do I burn people? Yes. Have I killed the helpless, defenseless, and innocent? Yes. Did I enjoy it? At times. But this is not from evil, no. I simply have followed the nature that this world has foisted upon me...I did not ask for these genes. When I cremated my mother at my birth, was that evil? When the fires that seethe from my skin consumed my foster family and their home whilst I slept, was that evil? No. I am what I am, I use what I have to make a living; I did not ask for my "gift," but I will certainly use it. I, like all others, am simply looking to make a better life for myself...and am using what I have to get it. That is all. |
In a little town, on a little hill, lived the bad old man named Will. His girl Mary, his little Sid, six feet under, for what daddy did. Theirs was the silent sleep of death; now all that remained was little Seth. In his dark little room, so pale and ill, Seth dreaded the steps of his father Will. With an old science kit Seth did play, given to him by ol' Grandma May. Potions and toxins Seth did brew, the strength of his poisons grew and grew. They ate the bars, the lock, the key. Poor little Seth was finally free. Away he ran, into the dark wood; there he found his book, so wicked and good. It told him spells he shouldn't hear, his father found him, and began to fear. With a little thread his eyes were closed; a stitch or two his lips were sealed. He'd never utter one evil word. Yet in his heart Seth spoke them all: on that place, his wrath did fall. Father is dead, the town is gone. Yet all who died, they linger on. Silent Seth was finally heard, they all obey him-his every word. |
Let me share with you a moment, if you will. Everyone in life should have a purpose, some goals to which they will strive. Oh, HO do I have many. HEEEhheeHAH HAH... *cough* hem. Yes, goals. I will make a better lot in life for myself. I will take life in my own hands. I will not let other take the best opportunities, I will take them for myself. I will SLAY said other with all do haste...I will KILL ALL who look at me funny. I WILL DESTROY THE WEAK AND THE HELPLESS IN THE STREETS! I WILL SPREAD NUCLEAR WINTER ACROSS THIS PATHETIC PLANET!!! THE NUMBER OF ORPHANS WILL MULTIPLY A THOUSAND FOLD! -THEN IT WILL DROP TO NILL AS I NUKE THEM TOO!!!!! Oh, YES!!! AhHAHhaHAhaHAhaHAAAA!!!! *ahem.* excuse me. So, yes. As you can imagine, I have a busy schedule, yes, yes. I must be going. So much to do, so little time. *.....hey, is that an orphanage I see over there?* |
The Watchman. Blessed with not only inhuman strength and healing, but the ability to see through matter across the entire city, he decimated Paragon's criminals. Fearing his observation, his foes united against him. Through magical manipulations, they hid their plot from his eyes. Following a plea for help, he was captured. They took from him what they feared most: his gifted sight. Convinced he was helpless, they left him on the streets, where he was later discovered. There was nothing the doctors could do: they recommended he retire, and find civilian employment. He knew, however, the evil that walked the streets. He had seen what lurked in secret. Through force of will he adapted, and retrained. With difficulty he can once more bring justice to this city. Even blind he will watch over Paragon's streets, to the very end. |
It's really weird waking up to a stranger's face. The guy who looked familiar, but that's it.My body was real tingly and sore. The man, a man of science and a friend of mine, (or so he said) had gotten to me just in time...a terrible traffic accident happened, and I was counted dead, except by him. (Again, his words.) He packed up my various parts in ice, re-assembled them, (with a few mechanical parts added) and used the focused radiation of a nuclear core to restore me to life. I was given a heart of plutonium that would continue to keep me alive and kicking; I was grateful for my new chance at live, and vowed to help everyone I could. Since I didn't remember much, I just went by what I knew of myself, Plutonium. I set out to help the community as much as I could, but public service proved disastrous. I happen to be radioactive...people around me died within a week. How could I combine my drive for community service with my penchant for killing things? As a HERO! I- where are you going? No, but I'm not done! Wait... |
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Twitchy McBlink's Bio
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You seriously don't want to know.
Really. Stop Reading, like now.
Ok, fine! Twitchy was once just an annoying 13 year old boy with ADD when the Rikti invasion started. Despite the best efforts by heroes, a few citizen were still abducted by the aliens. One of those abducted was Twitchy.
After almost a year, Twitchy returned with green skin covered with hard pink scabs from which bones would emerge on twitchy's command. When Twitchy was found he was curled up in a little ball with a potato in his hand. He refers to his potato as George and gets very upset if someone tries to take George away from him. He speaks in a strange mix of stuttering, third person reference and unintelligible giberish. Few can understand him but everyone can tell he wished to bring back the "Spikey Spanky" on the "Wrinkly big head uglies."
Oh, and doctors also think he has Space Ebola virus.
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I lawl'd.