Name:
Rucks Kennithson

Alias:
He doesn't have one, he sort of just assumes that at some point someone will make one up for him

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Superhero/Villain:
Alleged Villain

Age:
24

Gender:
Male

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Powers/Equipment:
Artomancy
It's by far the fruitiest name a power has ever had but Ruck's doesn't really mind. This power allows anything he draws to come to life, however he cannot control these creatures as soon as they have ripped themselves from the page, with some exceptions. This power is obviously the best thing at birthday parties.

Myth Manipulation
No one's actually sure if this is a real power or not, Rucks claims that it allows him to control mythical beasts. The only problem is that they don't exist, (although Rucks has a room in his apartment devoted to finding them) apart from the ones that Rucks draws that come to life. Unlike other creatures these actually can be controlled. Although it might be that Rucks only chooses to control these creatures because they're cool.

Super Smalltalk
At this point it is safe to assume that Rucks is making up powers, to be fair to him, he is really really good at smalltalk. (possibly why he considers this a power)

Weakness(es):

FIRE
Fire burns paper, which destroys Rucks' minions. It's quite sad if you think about it, any phoenix's he draws will immediately be destroyed. He is actively trying to find a fix for it, short of starting up a charity. Because that would be plain dumb.

WATER
Water causes the paper to deteriorate. Another thing which causes the unfortunate deaths of some of his minions, in particular ones which use water based attacks. He is also trying to find a fix for this, laminating the paper works, but causes the creature to become immobile.

INK
Possibly the worst thing that can happen to one of Rucks' minions is foreign ink being splashed on them. It's like being hit by a barbed arrow and it takes intensive re-painting to heal properly. Anyone who resorts to these methods is frankly a monster.

DEFORESTATION
Naturally this is the slowest of the threats to Rucks and his minions, but it's the most dangerous. When the trees run out so does the paper, and that is a scary concept.

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Appearance:
Apart from the above picture here are some neato details:
Rucks stands at 6'3, or for those who prefer the metric system, 191 centimeters.
Sometimes he wears glasses, but in reality they are just a dastardly disguise.
He's a sharp dresser and frowns upon people who appear unkempt.

Personality:
Despite popular belief Rucks is a nice guy, he throws birthday parties for kids (Especially orphans) and has two dogs named Mozart and Archimedes. He's also highly charismatic and quick witted, just like all good thieves. However he does have his flaws, he treats the whole thievery business as a game, therefore if he misses his mark he takes it as a large blow to his ego which ends up with him brooding on bridges and roof tops. He also doesn't take his actions seriously enough because he claims it's a victim-less crime.

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Backstory:

Thievery is an art form, so it sweetens the deal when you're able to use literal art to do so. This is what keep Rucks in the game, the thrill, the heart-pounding risks, the adrenaline rush and of course, the final chase. But it wasn't always like that, Rucks used to be a boring thief, only stealing for money. It wasn't until he discovered his power that he started to steal for the enjoyment that he drew from it.

It was a rainy day in the city and Rucks was in his apartment, drawing a city landscape as he so often did, there was a spectacular view of a plaza from his window and the rain made it's bright lights dance and sparkle, he was at this point allowing his first layer of paint to dry off. He switched on his television set, it was some kids show, confused his checked his watch. Oh. It was THAT early? He had stayed up through the night, painting did that to him. He flicked through the channels, nothing was on and he eventually he got back to the first one. He sat back, it was interesting how these shows had changed since he was a kid, at least one thing stayed the same, the fantasy setting. A dragon was being slain on his screen. He took out his sketch pad, he hadn't drawn anything like that since he was a kid.

An hour and a half later (and three episodes of the show) later he was done, a sketch of a dragon, coloured with water pastels. Not his best work, but it had it's charm. He laid it down to dry and returned to his other piece. Mixing paint, applying it slowly but with a consistent tone. And then, a small noise. He was hearing things due to his lack of sleep, he just needed to finish this off. There it was again, a small yap, too high pitched for it to be Mozart or Archimedes. He turned around, had the neighbors cat found a way in? There it was. A dragon, the one he had drawn sitting next to his sketchpad which now had a large gap in his previous painting.

The beast prowled around the table, flicking it's tail and coughing out cartoon flames. It had to be a hallucination, Rucks thought, he'd finished his painting. He needed to sleep. But alas, the next morning it was still there, sleeping on his lap next to his dogs. Something had to be going on, he'd made a cartoon dragon come to life, he gave it an order, he made it right? It must obey him surely? It did, he asked it to go and wait at his desk and there it went, wings flapping off to wait. By the time Rucks arrived, fully dressed, the dragon was doing battle, against the knight which he had also drawn. "Stop!" he yelled, a small fire has started which he ran to put out, the dragon listened ad started in the defensive, the knight however did not, this is why Rucks assumes he can only control mythical beasts, but who knows why that knight refused to stop. He never really tested it out as now, he had a new power to play with out in the city.

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Other:

He has an array of alter ego's that he buys for a dime a dozen, as a result he uses these freely.
His suits are bought tailor made from a spectacular tailors off of main street, he recommends it to his friends and enemies alike.
He does have a preferred shoe maker, which requires a week out of town to go visit. He's more likely to recommend it to enemies to get rid of them.
He's actually a really good artist, which leads one to wonder why his minions mostly look like quick doodles. He claims it's because he doesn't own a photocopier so it takes too much time to draw them properly.

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[External rattling]

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Name:
Rattle N. Bones

Alias:
Bones

Superhero/Villain:
Hero

Age:
22(?)

Gender:
Skeleton

Powers/Equipment:
Milkomancy
By drinking milk (somehow), Rattle becomes stronger than the average skeleton. If Rattle drinks around 20 litres of milk, he temporarily becomes invincible and has super strength for about 10 minutes after he drank the last litre.

Inconspicuous
For some reason, normal people think Rattle N. Bones as a normal person. Only superheroes, villains, and those closely associated to those two would see Rattle for what they truly are: a skeleton.

Practically immortal
Because of Rattle's close relationship with a certain necromancer, he can be reassembled provided 60% of his total body is returned to said necromancer.

How?
Rattle can speak without a tongue, lips, or any face related muscles. It is unknown how he does such a thing. Rattle just says it's because of freaky necromancy magic.

Weakness(es):
Brittle and weak when he doesn't drink milk.
Terrible stamina
Can't eat or drink anything other than whole, 2-1% or organic milk. Skimmed and lactose-free are undrinkable. He can also drink/eat any cream product, like cream and sour cream. He can also eat yogurt, but only vanilla and honey flavour.
1995 Nissan Quests

Appearance:
I mean, he's a skeleton. What more would you want?
He stands at about 5'10", and weighs whatever a skeleton weighs, so, around ~20 pounds. If he drinks 20 litres of milk, his weight will amplify by 10 times for 10 minutes.

Personality:
Rattle is a, at most times, an oddly normal person. He works part-time hours at a convenience store, takes classes at the local recreation center, and does that sort of thing. Whenever crime arises, he carefully takes off his clothes, folds them up, places them in a top secret location, drinks some milk, and fights crime. Rattle is rather nice for being a resurrected pile of bones. He chooses to help other people instead of doing Graveyard Goon things.

Backstory:
Rattle N. Bones wasn't always a skeleton. He was originally a meaty flesh puppet. He was born to his parents, Jack and Mary Bones. So disgusted at their ho-hum names, they decided to name their son Rattle Nightfury Bones. Rattle never understood why people in elementary school would bully him for his name. He thought it was the coolest thing.

When Rattle was in high school, reality hit him like a truck. His name was Rattle N. Bones. Rattling bones. He was upset with his parents for naming him such a thing, and he couldn't even use his middle name because it was Nightfury. He couldn't use the short form of Rattle because he would be called Rat. He was at a social low point. Nobody would be friends with the guy who's parents would name him Rattle N. Bones. He just studied alone, away from other people.

When he was 22, his life was no better. He still had no friends. Because of this, he constantly would take walks alone. One fateful summer's night on an empty street on a cliff in the wilderness, Rattle was hit by a 1995 Nissan Quest. The driver didn't even notice. He flew down the cliff, landed on the ground, and instantly died.

Or so he thought.

Years later, a pesky necromancer found his skeleton and did some weird freaky necromancy. He regained his life, but not his memories. He decided to live life to the fullest with the new name that he chose for himself: Rattle Nicolas Bones.

Other:
Rattle works at his local Misco, a convenience store. He lives in a 10 story apartment building a few kilometers away.

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“Just go with the flow, daddy-o."

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Name:
Henry Thomas Oscar Oxwell

Alias:
TIDAL WAVE

Superhero/Villain:
TIDAL WAVE is neither hero nor villain, instead going with the flow and taking the path of least resistance. (He’s neutral, mostly because of his refusal to conform to “good” or “bad” sides.)

Age:
37

Gender:
Male

Powers/Equipment:
TIDAL WAVE’s most important ability is to turn into a puddle of sentient water, able to move of its own accord and, well, that’s about it. He turns into water, while retaining all of its properties.

When TIDAL WAVE turns into water, all water he comes into contact with is absorbed into his mass. This means that when TIDAL WAVE turns back into a regular person, if he absorbed more water than he was made up of, he will be fatter. Likewise, if he loses too much water, he’ll come back skinnier, or maybe not even at all.

Should he form into two different puddles though, he will use the powers of OSMOSIS to create a watery replicant of himself, that is for all intents and purposes a perfect clone. Thanks to TIDAL WAVE’s all too laid back personality, however, it’s more likely to do its own thing instead of conforming to TIDAL WAVE’s identity. This is something he doesn’t mind at all, and is in fact proud of.

Other than that, the only equipment he has is a pair of bongo drums that he plays when he feels like.

Weakness(es):
THE SUN – Well, really any forms of heat put TIDAL WAVE at risk. Water evaporates, after all.
THE MOON – TIDAL WAVE is susceptible to the moon’s effects on the tides.
COLD WEATHER – TIDAL WAVE will freeze if the temperature drops beneath 0 Degrees Celsisus (32 degrees Fahrenheit).
FABRICS – TIDAL WAVE can be absorbed into fabrics and wringed out! This also applies to anything that absorbs liquids, really.
LARGE AMOUNTS OF SALT – Should TIDAL WAVE be absorbed into salt, who knows what might happen?

Appearance:
Henry Thomas Oscar Oxwell dresses in black turtleneck sweaters, stove-pipe trousers, dark glasses and berets. He also almost always has a toothpick in his mouth. Henry’s about 6’ tall and the way he walks and talks makes one thing very clear: He’s the coolest of the cool cats.

Personality:
Henry Thomas Oscar Oxwell is a very laid back guy, taking things in stride and not really caring about the world around him. He’s like a super chill dude. Not literally, if he were literally a chill dude that’d render his power null. He’s reminiscent of the 1950-60’s beatnik, choosing not to conform to standards of clothing or thought. He likes jazz, poetry (with bongo drums), coffee shops, and talking about the people trying to make him conform.

Backstory:
[Lights dim and a light bongo drum rhythm is played in the darkness of the stage.]
Born and raised to conform, but never willing to accept the norm.
They don’t get it or even try, but I’m not going to go outta my way to lie.
Went to school, didn’t do so well.
[Spotlight turns on and highlights Henry, dressed in his usual get-up, complete with dark glasses and beret.]
Dropped out, that was pretty swell.
[Bongo drum’s rhythm increases in intensity.]
Traveled here and traveled there.
Traveled most everywhere.
They said I wasn’t cool, wasn’t hip, but I didn’t conform to their norm,
so I didn’t heed their lip.
Got in a scrap, but the best thing to do is be like water,
it can flow, but right into a trap.
Got robbed of all I was worth, but didn’t bother me none,
next thing’s next so I packed up and had ‘ta run.
Ma and Pa didn’t support, but I was used to bein’ on my own,
after a few mistakes I found myself in court.
[Bongo drum’s rhythm decreases in intensity.]
Locked up in a cell, walked around walked around walked around,
in the end the best thing to do is be like water,
it can flow and be free.
[Bongo drum’s rhythm increases slightly to a pace that it’d feel right to walk along to.]
Who needs their rules?
Who needs their system?
I don’t.
Best thing to do is be like water, it can flow,
or it can crash.
Gained some weight, didn’t bother me none.
Stood out in the heat, lost it all.
Skinny as a twig, almost broken,
but I don’t need to make it big.
[Bongo drums slow to a crawl and spotlight turns off.]
In the end the best thing to do is be like water,
it doesn’t need to conform to the norm, free to do its own thing.
Just go with the flow, daddy-o.
[Bongo rhythm slowly dies down.]

Other:
Really the way I chose to write the backstory is terrible, like honestly terrible, but it fits the character of Henry. It’s also a pun on his refusal to conform to the norm and how the backstory isn’t written in the traditional sense. It wouldn’t feel write anyway else.

Although if you want a backstory that isn't terrible I'd be willing to write one up.