Can it, bucko. I know a recorder when I see one. What was little Smiley-wiley doing with it anyway~?

So, schemin' against me, huh? That makes you a dirty traitor! And here I thought I could've redeemed you, y'know, you're one of my favorite minions! Always there, so hardy, so generous, always willing to do what I want~...and you wanted to ruin everything, didja?! WHO YOU GOT ON THE OUTSIDE, PUNK?!

You lyin' to me, Smiley?! I know you're lying to me... Well it's no matter of mine, anyway. You're soon to be out of my hair for good. I'm taking this thing with me, y'see? And there's nothing you can do -

Damn it, boy! You messed up my favorite suit! No more ice cream for you until after you've done your time in prison! Take him away, boys, we're shipping this one off to Pandemonium!

Supreme Pugilist: Many assume that Tommy's a metahuman due to the things he's defeated in a fistfight. This isn't the case- he's just a very skilled boxer who's trained his body and reflexes to the very limit.

Magical Fists: Over his career as an adventurer, Tommygun Hardman has punched a lot of supernatural creatures. So many, in fact, that the combination of blood, sweat, and tears from punching demons, dragons, eldritch terrors, ghosts, mummies, and wizards has rendered his fists magical in their own right. He can punch incorporeal targets, and his blows hit supernatural creatures and those vulnerable to magic far harder than they should.

Adventurer: Spending most of his formative years plunging into mysterious jungles and dark ruins, it takes a lot to phase him. Scaring him doesn't seem possible- he fist-fought demons on multiple occasions and won.

Demonic Service: Thomas punched Nebiros so hard that the demon was forever bound to his service. While Nebiros isn't happy about it, he's thankful that his host can take care of himself, leaving him to his own devices. As with all demons in a pact, Nebiros must be summoned by an incantation. Nebiros has typical demonic powers- super strength and durability, super jumping, and the ability to breathe hellfire. In addition, he's covered in spikes, making him a dangerous foe in close combat. Like most demons, Nebiros has a weakness- in his case, it's oceans. He can't cross them or even touch them, and salt water burns him like iron burns other demons. It's worth noting due to Tommy's own skill as a boxer, he's never had to use his contract with Nebiros.

Adventurer. Explorer. Man of Danger. Demonpuncher. Tommygun Hardman may not be a household name, but men's life magazines from across the world have featured stories about his adventures. Whether fighting the Serpent-Men in the gladiatorial arena of The Tenth City, stealing the Amulet of Kabushek from the Lost Pyramid of Arkan-Ya, or rescuing beautiful damsels from the clutches of savages, odds are that anyone who reads adventure novels has come across a story that he remembers in perfect detail. Over the years, he's fought supernatural threats ranging from Trigon's demons to lizardmen from an alternate dimension using nothing but his fists, a quick wit, and an iron jaw.

His most recent expedition took him to a place called Devil's Island, where he hoped to claim an artifact of a lost demon-worshipping empire from before the dawn of man. The object in question was purportedly the skull of a demon, which when placed over one's head would let the wearer view the distant past. However, this was a ruse perpetrated by a cult worshipping Nebiros. The skull actually kept the demon sealed on the island, and when removed from its pedestal, Nebiros was brought back into the mortal world, free to begin his eternal reign of darkness. Rather than running in terror and leaving the demon to his devices, however, Tommygun Hardman relied on the "summoning sickness" that supernatural creatures develop after being sealed away from a given dimension and proceeded to punch the demon in the face. After all, this wasn't his first rodeo- he'd beaten demons before.

The battle between the fists of man and strength of a demon raged for nearly an hour before Hardman landed a decisive blow on Nebiros' jaw. Though not enough to fell the demon, it was enough to send the warrior-king to the floor, and to amuse him- he had found a warrior in this day and age who had skill nearly equal to the strength of a warrior demon. Nebiros was so amused, in fact, that he offered Thomas service- and the mystical skull- if he'd lay off and just let him go home. The pact was struck, Nebiros returned to hell after millenia of absence, and Tommygun had claimed not only the mystical Skull of Devil's Island, but the service of an ancient demon.

Of course, all of that does nothing when one of Gorilla Grod's patrols catches you taking a piss in the jungle on your way to your plane to sell the mystical skull to Black Adam.

A dozen gorillas stood behind him as Tommygun Hardman shook off, sighing. This wasn't the first time he'd met with the citizens of Gorilla City, and as long as they still inhabited a stretch of land so filled with Native American cultural sites and semi-mystical artifacts, it probably wouldn't be the last. Of course, given that they were still pointing the guns rather than simply waving him on his way, it was readily apparent that these apes were meeting Tommygun Hardman for the first time. He zipped up and called back in his thick Boston accent.

"Ya know, if you're jockeyin' foa the position of 'Hardman's Favorite Monkey,' ya should probably start throwin' bananas instead of firin' bullets."

With a grunt, one of the apes pulled the trigger... only to see the human duck out of the way, rolling to his feet and breaking into a sprint with the strange skull.

"Though I guess I should be thankful ya dumb chimps ain't throwin" shit!"

Making for the treeline, Tommygun Hardman began weaving through the jungle, trying to put as many trees between him and the gorillas as possible. Gorillas were adapted for the low tree-density environment of African jungles and forests, rather than the strange rocky mix of hilly jungle and redwood forest that now described California. It wouldn't be long before he was out of the gorilla territory and back in a civilization that wasn't going to monkify him for breeding purposes. He breathed a sigh of relief. His rest, however, was cut short when he heard the whine of a jet engine as a gorilla with a rocketpack attempted to tackle him to the ground. Another weave to the side, and he was grabbing on to the gorilla's foot, sliding along for the ride.

"Now, Koko, calm down! I'm sure you'll find a big ape stupid enough to bring home to mother someday!"

As the gorilla moved to try to grab him, Tommy let go, letting the gorilla's shifting weight send it slamming into the ground as he stepped on its back to continue running. Another of the jetpack-gorillas dropped from above, managing to tackle Tommy to the ground, rolling along as they both stood to face off- the gorilla's weapon smashed by the ape's weight, and Tommy's pistol lost in the Temple of Devil's Island. With a mighty roar, the gorilla jumped forward, bringing down its fists like a hammer. Tommygun Hardman sidestepped, taking a glancing blow- still quite painful judging by his wincing- and delivering a punch to the gorilla's stomach, followed by a few jabs to the face. The gorilla reached up in an attempt to crush the adventurer in a bear hug, only to be met with more jabs to the face. The gorilla began staggering backwards, grunting and wiping a trickle of blood as it looked around. The Jungle was different. It... was more natural. Apparently this scared the ape, as it took off with the jetpack back toward Gorilla City. And Tommygun Hardman found out why when he was hit in the back of the head by a rifle butt. One of Blockbuster's men had tried to knock him out. Tommygun Hardman repaid him in kind, flooring the guard with a mystically empowered right hook. Of course, where there's one, there's usually twenty more. And Tommygun Hardman was used to getting arrested in this job.

Name: Houston
Alias: Monster (That's all he's really been seen as)
Age: 20

Appearance:

Background: Houston has a dark past. Since birth he has known nothing but rituals, cult meetings and murder of the worst kind. Houston was born into a cult and raised as the prophet child of the religion. According to the cults ancient text and divine imagery, a child would be born from the blood of her mother with the strength to channel the Great Old One’s power and lead the world into a new world.

Houston’s birth was no miracle but fates worst joke, her mother heavily pregnant took part in a ritualistic suicide in which her womb was cut open to allow houston into the world. Herself performed seizarian worked but Houston’s mother did not survive the amount of damage that she inflicted upon herself. Thus the first part of the prophecy was complete, Houston had indeed been born from the dead and bloody corpse of his mother. When Houston’s eyes first gazed upon the world he saw only horror. His eye’s saw things that a normal human’s could not, he heard the harsh whisper of thousands of voices in his ear and felt a malevolent presence held back by a thin veil of light.

Houston was trained in the cults ways and was sent to school like a normal child. However Houston could never shut out the voices, or stop the creatures he saw from staring at him patiently, like dogs waiting for their owners to feed them. Houston could tell that he could not be a master to these beasts he barely kept his sanity in check when he looked upon them, for every glimpse every whisper he heard he was pulled slowly but surely into the dark chasm of madness.

Houston managed his way through school then through university where he did a degree in mythology and the history of religion. While in his studies he discovered that names of the creatures that had plagued him his entire life. As he delved deeper into his studies he learnt more and more about his cults dark past. The rituals that his father and his cult had performed on him, the many people he had watched be tortured and killed. It was all to weaken the veil that separated their world from the Great Old One’s world.

Realising how foolish he had been he confronted his father with the knowledge he had found. his father chuckled telling his son to follow him deep into the cults worshiping chambers. Once there he found all of the cultist in a large circle made up of three rings of people, each person grasped tightly in their right hand a dagger. In the middle of the circle was a large basin built into the form. Then it all went dark. He woke up bound in the basin his father was in the circle and all of the cultist were chanting loudly. A tall slim joyous man waltz towards Houston, he bent down and cupped Houston’s chin in his hand and smiled. He spoke in what Houston now knows to be latin. The words he spoke were forever engraved in Houston’s fragile mind finally cracking him and causing that last of Houston’s sanity to leave him.

The words are as followed:
Though they sleep beyond the veil
Though they are trapped behind the veil
Though they look into this world
They may never touch the world they see beyond the veil
This child has been born from blood
This child has seen they who lie beyond the veil
This child is ready to become the doorway from this world to theirs
Let your blood fill the basin mortals and grant this human your strength to ascend and tear the barriers of this world down!

The man raised his hands in the air as all of the cultist slit the person to their lefts throat causing the blood to gush from them into the basin bathing Houston in the blood of the cultist who despite their excessive blood loss, remained upright head bowed toward Houston until their final drop of blood was spent. Houston screamed as he was lifted of his feet above the basin the blood below him writhed and whipped at his ankles. His scream of pain became silent his mouth agape as his mind was torn open revealing to him the secrets of the world that humans inhabited. His brain overflowed with every detail of earth history from its birth to its death. He saw the Great old ones awakening from their slumber and breaking through the veil that had protect the human race for so long. He watched as the universe was enslaved and set upon by these monstrous creatures.

Then it stopped, the vision disappeared and Houston dropped into the now empty basin. The tall man looked down at Houston fascinated at what the man had become. Houston was a door waiting to be unlocked and thus the tall man turned around and disappeared into darkness saying one final speech to Houston before he lost consciousness: The most merciful thing in the world... is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents but you. You can see the world and its barriers. You alone can stop what you have forseen and what will happen if you fail. Use these gift wisely. That reminds me. You are but one part of a seven piece door they have the key but they must influence the mortals here to create the doors they need to enter this world. Good luck Houston. And the tall man disappeared in a sea of darkness as Houston’s body fell into unconsciousness.

Houston managed to piece his sanity back together but he still find it hard to control his delusions, however his delusions granted him powers he could've never have imagined which he plans to use to stop the Great Old One’s from using him or anyone else as a conduit to enslave this world. This didn't last long as he was quickly captured for slaughtering several handfuls of the Joker's men in an act of self-defence, the Joker was and still is holding a cult book that Houston wanted to get his hands on. What he thought would be a an easy trade of money for the book turned into a double crossing. Typical Joker. Houston would of escaped however he saw something that stopped him. Standing behind the Joker was one of the Old one's a weaker deity but it was there and it caused him to stop killing and just stare at the Old one he was overpowered immediately. The Joker however spared his life smiling at him sinisterly, the Old one behind him mimicking him like a mirror. The joker condemned him to jail and there he has spent his time biding his time in his cell.

Abilities: Houston is a magician to simplify he's ability

I’m not crazy. YET!: Houston has a high resistance against mental attacks or attacks that attack his mind. This is due to his already cracked and damaged mind that finds only the strongest of mental attacks actually affect him.

Doorway beyond the veil: Houston has opened a doorway inside his mind and tapped into the power of the Great Old Ones. It grants all of his abilities the ability to drain his opponents sanity and stamina to the point of causing permanent mental damage when exposed to them for too long. The side effects from being exposed to the Great Old One’s powers can result in Schizophrenia, Delusion, Dementia, Blackouts, Self harm, Disorientation and finally suicide or Hysteria causing them to not recognise friend from foe.He also has no soul due to the ritual he went through.

Necronomicon: Houston wields the tome known as the Necronomicon with is he can summon otherworldly creatures to possess his body granting him great strength, endurance and allowing him to twist his body into inhuman shapes without harming himself. This causes him great mental strain and is normally a last resort as he must rest after reading from and banishing the spirit that possessed him. He can also curse his enemies by reading from the book causing the afflicted to be harassed by evil entities until the curse is dispelled or the entity defeated. Houston must recite the entire passage which is three pages long.

Power of the Great Old Ones: Houston can manifest the raw power of dark gods from another world, these attacks will normally manifest in pitch black bolts or balls of smoke that he can throw. They can vary from the size of a golf ball to the size of a basketball or the bolts up to an arms length long. This power can manifest itself in many ways as a straight out physical hit, turning someone into something else or just burning a hole through their body. The Great Old One's are fickle creatures. He can also manipulate the minds of weaker being causing them to see things that aren't there or make decision or actions they normally wouldn't take. As well as this he can also persuade people to divulge secrets to him they wouldn't to anyone.

Sample post: Houston looked over the madness that was the Joker's headquarters. "The mad man truly lives up to his name, nothing here feels normal or really straightforward" Houston massaged his forehead as he thought of the enemies he would face. Sighing he walked up to the front gate darkness forming in his hand he gestured to the gates which promptly opened for him. Looking inside the courtyard he saw many of the Joker's men. Walking through the open gate he confidently walked to the front gate unmolested. Reaching the door he reached for the door handle but quickly withdrew his hand.

Eye's widening he jumped to the right of the door as it blew off it's hinges with deafening explosion. "Damn it!" Standing it up he dusted his jacket off as he looked at the area the doors had just been. Out of the entrance strode The Joker flanked by a large group of his men. The Joker looked at Houston with a grin, "Houston my man!? You came for the book. Good good. You got the money? Well here's the book."

Houston gave The Joker the sack of money and The Joker handed the book over to Houston. Houston smiled and opened the book. It was not the book he had come for it was full of questionably safe for work pictures of Harley Quinn. Houston's smiled faded quickly. The Joker had all re-entered his headquarters. "Now I have to use violence to get what I came for. Hear these words you mad fools. You Joker?! King of this madness? You are not truly mad nor are you entirely smart, prepare to experience true insanity!"

One of Joker's men approached him to usher him out paying no attention to what he said. Houston slapped the approaching man who turned to glass on the moment of Houston touch. Pushing the frozen man he fell to the ground and shattered. Gathering shadows in his hands he placed the palms of his hands on the ground. They danced around his feet and searched out the people around him causing each of them to explode into butterflies and all other means of insects. Standing up he looked at the devastation he had caused, insects writhed on the floor or flew into the sky. Stepping through them he made his way inside promptly exploding the first man he came across into pieces of gore.

"I WANT MY BOOK JOKER! DON'T MAKE ME ASK AGA-" Houston stopped when he saw the Joker. The Joker smiled at Houston and the Old One return the smile to Houston. The Old One mirrored The Joker perfectly when he spoke however The Old One said no words. "Houston, you are an interesting man but sadly this is where you stop. Get him and ship him off to the Prison I don't want him killed or harmed okay?!" Houston was handcuffed then knocked unconscious mouth agape as he looked in horror at the Old one standing behind The Joker

Notes: The Necronomicon was taken from him on his capture however very few can read it's pages and direct it's power.