[CHAR] Super Zeroes and Stupor Villains: A Comedic Superhero RP

[DreadPirate]

Charlie Constaway/The Cowboy Kid

Name: Charles Charlie Constaway

Alias: The Cowboy Kid (Temporary, he is still finding himself)

Superhero/Villain: Superhero

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Powers/Equipment: Is able to shoot lasers from index finger tips at will, has to be making finger gun with hands to fire. Has spurs on the heel of his boots.Deputy badge doubles as a small bulletproof shield. Lasso (he is still getting the hang of using it.). White cowboy hat with black trim.

Weakness(es): Dense metal (Lasers ricochet off it), Chinese finger traps, Anything that can kill/hurt a normal human being, Needs to blow off finger tips after six shots (per hand) otherwise burning may occur, Broken fingers, Bulls.

Appearance: About 6 feet tall, Caucasian, Athletically built but not the bull of the barn by any means. Long brown hair he wears like Han solo, Crystal blue eyes, and a long protruding nose. He wears a ranch hand outfit from the 80's and black cowboy boots, wears his shirt slightly unbuttoned at the top and tucked in.

Personality: Cocky as they come and twice as cheesy Charlie he idolizes men like John Wayne and Clint Eastwood, He likes to whistle classic western tunes when he faces off with thugs. Deep down he's a sweetheart and too trusting, some would say stupid but that might just be due to his actual Midwest accent. He fakes a southern one pretty well due to some time he spent with family in Georgia. Loyal is a good word to describe him but other than that he's just your normal 17 year old. He's still finding who he wants to be as a superhero, always for the good will of others even if he came from a spoiled suburb home.

Backstory: Growing up Charlie was infatuated with being a cowboy, watching everything he could about how to be the best cowboy he could. All the old westerns he knows line for line, He wanted to be that man's man on the big screen. Though he always liked to side with outlaws like billy the kid he felt he could never be that dastardly of a character. Justice was in his blood. His father grew up in the south on a ranch and his mother grew up in a rich family from New Hampshire. The couple met at college and decided Slant city was a good place to get a job since many couldn't handle the constant fighting between superheroes which weren't even exciting to watch.

Charlie was an only child and when he played with the other kids down the street it was always cowboys and Indians. Charlie never really embraced his somewhat goofy southern side until he discovered his powers. At the age of 15 Charlie was watching fireworks with his friends and was pretending to shoot a finger gun
as the fireworks went off. However as pubescent Charlie shot at a firework a surge of red light went down his arm and out of his finger. Bewildered Charlie stopped as the immense pain set in. For two years he has been practicing his accuracy and developing a pain tolerance to the heat and explosive power. Still unsure of why or how he has these powers he decided ignorance is bliss. He has since embraced his southern roots and has taken his fathers old ranch hand outfit for his costume and a mask from his lone ranger
Halloween costume to protect his identity.

Other: Loves big league chew

[Oni_]

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.

[Nerevarine]

Name: Selcen Ozturk (pronounced as Seljen Erztoork)

Alias: Technet

Superhero/Villain:
Villain

Age: 13

Gender:
Female

Powers/Equipment: Selcen has a multitude of robotic minions at her disposal. In addition, she has external robotics that she wears around her hands and legs that increase her strength and speed (but only when they are turned on). Selcen is great at anything mechanical or dealing with computer programming.

Weakness(es): Being 13 and in a working class family, the materials Selcen had access to are less than quality. Her primary source of metal and circutry is her father's auto garage and the dumpster behind the local Radio Shack. School also figures into Selcen's schedule, because she may be an evil genius bent to take over the world, but she will graduate middle school first! Also, she is a 13 year old, she's pretty non threatening and not very strong physically.

Appearance: Selcen dresses in oversized clothing, particularly a large neon green and black striped hoodie, and a long black skirt with pants the same color as her hoodie underneath. Her shoes are missmatched, one is hot pink with black laces and the other is black with pink laces. Her skin is a light tan, and her eyes are usually covered by a pair of copper colored aviator goggles. Selcen doesn't dye her hair, so to keep up her gauty color scheme, Selcen is almost always clad in a blindingly pink headscarf as well. Her hair is black and styled into a pixie cut on the off chance she just didnt want to cover it.

Personality: Selcen is a sweet little girl actually. Nothing about her well mannered nature suggest she wants robot apocalypse. She is, however, very misanthropic, though she does not want humanity to suffer and hopes their extinction will be quick and painless. Selcen is a recluse, and only leaves her home when it is absolutely necessary.

She has a love for bright colors and pop music, especially Turkish and Balkan pop. Give her a CD and she'll be very happy for most of the week. But do not damage her robots; Selcen sees her creations like children and best friends, and gets furious if anyone even criticises them without telling her how to fix the problem.

Backstory: Selcen Öztürk was born in Slant City to Mehmet and Ayşa Öztürk, two Turkish Immigrants from Konya. From her youngest years, it was shown that Selcen was not a normal child. By 2 she was already surpassing her 15 year old Sister and 7 year old brother in terms of ability. When she had entered into School, Selcen had already studied advanced computer programming, and knew not only English and Turkish, but Ottoman Turkish, Arabic and many other languages. Selcen's intellegence made her a very quick outcast in school, and seeking some kind of friendship, saw a newspaper article about Robotics and artificial intelligence. Selcen fell in love with the challenge and started making her own robotic friends and companions; though the isolation of talking to Robots all day was making her kind of strange. By 12 Selcen was a full blow recluse, only leaving her house to go to school and get parts and books for building her robots. Selcen had become convinced that robots were the future and that humans were obsolete, and must be replaced by robots. Seeing herself as their harbinger, Selcen will bring forth the Rule of the Machines. At least she says she will, Selcen's villany is half hearted at best, and not even her parents are concerned about her vividly imaginative plans of conquest.

Other: Selcen wants a caesium power core as her 14th birthday present.

[Three Five]

Name: Maxim Bolotnikov

Alias: Office Max

Superhero/Villain: Superhero

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Powers/Equipment: Maxim can communicate with office supplies, or at least he thinks he can. Nobody knows for sure.

Weakness(es): His arch nemesis, Staples, and kittens. Kittens remind him of that tragic day he first received his “gift” and cause him great distress.

Appearance: Maxim is 5’7” with a slim build. He has a round face, with a strong nose and well-defined cheekbones, and striking green eyes with heavy lids. His light brown hair is cut short and brushed forward in an Ivy League style, which does not do much to disguise his rather large ears.

Personality: Maxim is, in general, a kind person, though he often does not understand social cues and can make people rather awkward unintentionally. He can be a bit outspoken and typically talks in a rather loud tone. He’s a real goofball and thoroughly enjoys jokes and general foolishness.

Backstory: Maxim was a mild-mannered office supply delivery man. One sunny afternoon, he was tasked with what he thought would be just another ordinary delivery job to a small business in the suburbs. Little did he know that that fateful day, he would have an experience that would change his life forever.

Coasting down the highway and jamming to his tunes, Maxim was too distracted by the swaying trees, the cool breeze, and a cloud that bore an astounding resemblance to a stapler to notice a cardboard box of tiny abandoned kittens in the middle of the road. A faint mew stirred him from his post-lunch stupor just in time to notice the box of hapless balls of fur, and he desperately yanked the steering wheel with all his might to avoid a devastating blow to his conscience. Luckily for his conscience, the truck missed the kittens, but instead it divorced the metal guardrail from its cozy anchor in the ground. The truck careened down the embankment into the forested area several feet below, a choir of tiny kitty shrieks complementing the orchestral snapping of the tree branches and the creaks of twisted metal. Maxim felt the airbag inflate and the last thing he remembered was the coffeemaker he had on the passenger seat flying toward him from the force of the fall and barely missing his head as it landed on his lap. Then there was blackness. Inky blackness, black as the HP 51604A black ink refill cartridge.

Hey….HEY! Yeah, you buddy. HEY!!!!

Maxim was awakened from the anesthetized void by what he thought to be a voice. It continued calling and he looked about to no avail to find its owner.

Down HERE, idiot. He heard it call, and he instinctively looked down at his lap. The coffee maker...was it speaking to him? The coffee maker explained to him that he had been saved by an unknown power and, due to his diligence and passion for the distribution and protection of office supplies, and had been given the power to understand them.

Maxim began to get overwhelmed with all that was happening. First a traumatic car crash, then the blessing of office supply communication, and now being stranded in the wilderness. The coffee maker, whom he soon began to call Mr. Coffee, assured Maxim that he and his other friends in the back of the truck would help him survive and pass on their collective wisdom. And so it was that Maxim spent three months at the foot of the hill, communing with the office supplies from his truck. They taught him how to survive and raised him as their own.

After he was found, news reports swept the country: “Local man lives for three months 50 feet from the Interstate,” “Grocers hate him! Local man discovers secret to living simply,” and “Proof of life in outer space? ‘Man’ survives fatal crash and lives for 5 years on nothing but granola bars!” Everyone thought he was crazy, deciding to survive in a gully instead of walking the 30 feet to a gas station for help. Others thought he was a survival genius, living for months with nothing but office supplies. Countless outdoors-men magazines clamored for an interview, but never did he reveal his true secret. It was too absurd. Or was it?

To this day no one is quite sure if he is truly blessed with a mystical power, or if his time living in isolation, not to mention his severe head trauma, drove him completely insane.

Other: Maxim has a very thick Russian accent and is actually a very soulful singer.

[SuperTacticalDerp]

Name: Archie Vas

Alias: Supreme Lord of The Future

Superhero/Villain: Supervillian

Age: Twenty-three

Gender: Male

Powers/Equipment:

- Stolen Timejumper Suit: Pinnacle of time-traveling attire, blast-proof, and has Minesweeper built in! (Air-tight. Bullet and blast-proof, range of short range sensors.)
- Genius Phone: Pinnacle of futuristic telecommunication technology, blast-proof, and has Minesweeper built in! (GPS. Hacking abilities. Information retrieval.)
- GG-G37R3K7 Personal Stun Gun: The only thing Archie owns that didn't have Minesweeper pre-installed. He needed to buy an illegal mod to get that... (Can produce near fatal electric shocks.)

Weakness(es):

- Water: Yep, still a design flaw in the future. (Suit needs to be complete submerged to malfunction. Phone and Stun Gun short out quickly if water gets in.)
- No Internet: Losing connection to Reddit for just a second would drive any sane person from his timeline absolutely batshit crazy. (Mainly a physiological thing. Could be used to distract him.)
- Old Music: Everyone knows Deadmau5 and Skrillix are for old people! (Same as previous thing.)
- Incompetence: Yep, he stole a time-travel suit. Cool stuff. Too bad he has no idea about the past and is a complete idiot. (He's really dumb.)
- Repetitive/Addictive Behavior: Yeah...the Minesweeper thing... (Yep, ain't bright.)

Appearance:

In the suit

Out of suit

Personality:

Archie Vas, aka "The Supreme Lord of The Future" makes Booster Gold look like a stoic figure of modesty and charity. If he isn't stealing something to better himself, he's either online playing an MMO like a psychopath or setting his browser to private for some alone time. Idiotic, egotistical, narcissistic, and just plain dickish don't describe him enough. Archie usually plays well with other villains, but eventually either talks their ears off or betrays them for his own gain. Most heroes just think he is an asshat.

Backstory:

Archie Prometheus Vas was born in 3693, in a parallel timeline where humans have somehow not blown themselves to bits by 3700. Born to a low class family in the People's Republic of New Jersey, reigned by His Eternal Dark Emperor Sir Christopher Christie. Archie lived a normal childhood of sitting in classrooms being taught by emotionless machines hours at a time, being neglected and ostracized by his classmates, and going home to stare at a screen for hours at a time.

At the age of eighteen, Archie moved out of his parents house in an 'angsty rebellion against the parental drones' and moved to New York City and soon found a job at The Museum of Natural and Unnatural History as a cashier. One day, a time-travel exhibit was moved into the museum and a 'genius' plan was devised. Archie would go to the past, steal millions in old world currency, and then place said millions in an offshore account to gain interest over almost two-thousand years.

Archie got the suit easily, stunning a guard close to death using an illegally modded stun gun and ran off with the suit. After donning the suit, Archie began to play with buttons and immediately was sent back to the archaic year of 2015. Just as he warped to our time, the suit shorted out and all time-travel components were useless. Lost in time and completely broke, Archie devised a second master plan to save his own skin.

1). Rob electronic stores for parts.
2). Kidnap theoretical-physicist/engineer.
3). Rob a bank with more then one-million dollars.
4). Profit!

[OwO]

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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.

[Meridian]

Name: Fiona Dunbar

Alias: The FemiNazi

Superhero/Supervillain: Superhero

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Powers/Equipment:
The Scooter of Equality: This bedazzled scooter is the Feminazi's preferred mode of transport. It's kinda fast. Faster than walking, at least, and a lot cheaper than the metro.
The Pamphlets of Knowledge: She has a satchel full of pamphlets about how to be politically correct towards women, who are of course, superior to men and thus deserve all their respect. They give killer paper cuts, especially when she throws them at her opponents.
The Baseball Bat of Women Are Better Than Men AKA The Equality Dispenser: This is the Feminazi's weapon. She uses it to beat up men she deems sexist and women she deems not pro-feminism enough.
-She has no superpowers except an unnatural talent to gravitate towards places of rampant sexism.

Weaknesses:
-Well thought out arguments to whatever statement she makes.
-Sandwiches. They remind her of the oppression of women too much and makes her faint (Go into the kitchen and make me a sandwich!). She also has a personal vendetta against all Subway branches.
-Kitchen utensils (Go into the kitchen and make me a sandwich!)

Appearance: Fiona is a tall and lanky girl with frizzy blonde her and wide green eyes hidden behind thick glasses. She has freckles all over her face, full lips, and very sticky out ears which she's very sensitive about. Her hands are rather big, and she's got as many curves as a straight road. When fighting crime, she wears a blue sweater with a swastika on top of an F on it, jeans and blue sneakers.

Personality: Fiona is a human rights activist, and strongly believes in justice and fairness fr all. She also believes that all women are better than men and that men need to stop being proponents of the patriarchy and that boys should play with girl toys only or else they'll turn into women hating men just like the rest of them and she sees absolutely nothing conflicting in any of the views she holds. Despite this, Fiona is a smart girl. She does very well in school, but doesn't have too many friends because she's condescending and always going on about things no one really cares about. She's very determined, not very observant, and is always on the lookout of instances of sexism so that she can be the FemiNazi.

Background: Fiona grew up a sweet and relatively normal girl until she watched a feminist rally on TV one night. She was immediately enamoured, and became a diehard feminist. Her family (parents and two younger sisters) hated this change, especially how Fiona kept berating her mother for making dinner even though she always ate the most. She started a feminist club at her school which gained members quickly, but lost them twice as fast due to her overzealous nature.

The people at school started calling her the FemiNazi behind her back. Although she was hurt when she found out, she ignored it, becoming even more serious for the cause. She got the idea for becoming the FemiNazi after watching Kick-Ass, made her jumper that night with a marker and Google images, and started advancing the cause of justice and equality the very next day. She's an Internet sensation now, although no one amazingly knows who she is.

Other: N/A

[Gurren1]

Name: Lee Redfield

Alias: Light-Orange Mask

Superhero/Villain: Superhero

Age:21

Gender:Male

Powers/Equipment: Lee has a suit that grants him the ability to lift 300 pounds and the powers of his punches are increased by 8.1% but only if he is in contact with a Light-Orange materiel. The suit can also withstand two slashes from a knife and a few hits from bats. When he bought the suit it also came with a free baton so he also uses it.

Lee also drives a 1990 Geo prism with a very botched paint job.

Weakness:If his suit comes in contact with any light-red materiel it turns into a brick rendering it useless. Lee absolute freaks out around ducks after the "incident".His car is also Very prone to breaking down.

Appearance:

My Hider [+]

Personality: Lee is extremely nice to anyone he cross paths with but is very clumsy and naive. His mind is in the right place trying to cut back on crime but when you constantly trip on anything that isn't a flat surface its really hard to cut crime. Lee also likes to say cheesy jokes when he does so happen to fight villains but he usually forgets the punch line. When he isn't fighting crime he usually hangs around comic stores.

Backstory: Lee grew up in your very typical suburban family nothing dramatic happened to him (except that one time with ducks) but he would always turn on the TV and see A-List heroes saving trains of people. His favorite hero was the Orange Mask, a badass ex-Green Beret who struck fear in his enemies with his vicious fighting skills. When Lee was 18 we grew tired if the boring life and one day just left to become a hero.

With just 200 dollars to spend on a costume he decided to go to Costume Warehouse, a place where all budget heroes go to buy suits. After looking in the super-budget section he decided to get a orange suit that increased his power by "a lot" well thats what the salesman said to him when he bought it. Lee wanting to honor his favorite hero decided to call himself the Orange Mask but got a call from the real Orange Mask lawyer to change it. So now he calls himself the Light-Orange Mask and fights crime when he sees it while also trying to keep his job at Target as a cashier.

[Urbanliner]

Name: Alex Markfield

Alias: The Evil Emperor

Superhero/Villain: Supervillain

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Powers/Equipment:
Burners, Go! - Alex can call an army of disposable mooks he calls as "Burners" from skies.

Attack of the 50-Foot The Evil Emperor - Alex and his clothing can grow to 50 foot (15.24m) in a pinch. However, he will explode in a spectacular fashion if he gets damaged enough. However, the explosion does not kill him, making him shrink back to his normal height instead. (By the way, the redundancy is intentional.)

Weakness(es): Anything involving Alex's superpowers does not affect anything but superheroes and super villains, including and up to buildings he intentionally or accidentally stomped on in his 50-Foot mode. This apparently causes every superheroes and supervillain involved (including Alex himself) to look more like a clown in a superhero/supervillain costume.

Appearance: Alex is 6'7" (200cm) with a rather muscular build. His face is rather sharp with somewhat large nose and a pair of non-natural sharp purple eyes combined with surprisingly black eyebrows. His hairs match the eyebrows and are long enough to reach his shoulders, covering his ears.
Alex always wears a black trench coat, a black helmet and a gas mask in public as his costume.

Personality: Alex always believes he is the supervillain the everyone fears of and always acts highly dramatic and pretentious, always talking loudly. He does not take it well when people laugh at him for whatever reasons, frequently attempting to kill them with his mooks and failing almost every time.

Backstory: Alex was exposed to shows like Power Rangers from when he was very young. He initially thought of becoming a hero, but he considered the idea a bad one as his logic ended up considering both party as villains, thinking that heroes are using the fact the villains are causing chaos as an excuse to beat them down before leaving, with no chance for the villain to simply leave the city instead of being beat down.

Once he was 16, he accidentally summoned a group of mooks that looked like ones that fought the superheroes in the shows he had seen while thinking if the heroes in the shows are evil or not, ordering them to cause minor chaos in the city not enough to damage anything, but still enough to attract attention from superheroes to see if what he thought is real. However, everyone in the streets were minding their own days instead of reacting to the mooks and calling the superheroes, making Alex don a military-alike costume and call himself as the "The Evil Emperor" in order to gain attention from the superheroes, but the people around him kept laughing at him thinking he is a clown instead of a supervillain, causing him to order the mooks to beat the crowd down, only to have the said crowd stand up like if it were nothing while laughing. He did not like this, but he continued anyway, not knowing his powers didn't affect them.

[Scrub Mage]

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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.