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I am going to smuggle wholesomeness into your RPs and there's not a damned thing any of you can do to stop me.
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"Bud, you're like a pizza cutter; All edge and no point!"
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Habanero ain't the spiciest pepper but it's pretty tasty on things, ya gotta admit.
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And in addition to boneless wings being overrated; Anybody who looks at sauced and tossed wings, lovingly spiced and perfectly crispy and says; 'I'mma dunk that in blue cheese' has missed the point.
Power Woman doesn't sleep in a bed she just hovers above the ground. No pillow needed.
Power Woman wouldn't mind a bunch of coupons, sales fliers, or whatever. She is a penny pincher, extreme couponer, one time she "literally" squeezed a dime out of a penny.
Queue Supes breaking out in a cold sweat whenever she mentions the words "Mall", "Shopping" or "Sale" and pawning that one off on the junior members of the league.
Sounds like shit could get awfully metal awfully fast if it turns out the coupons are expired. XD
@Weird Tales Probably hides coupons, fliers and other crap around the Watchtower in places he knows people will find them too, I bet.
Nothing like crashing down on your bunk after a hard day of crime-fighting only to find that your pillow's been replaced by a six inch thick copy of the Lexmart Christmas Catalogue.
Probably my sister's influence. Bit hard to avoid the topic when you run into a psychiatrist every Christmas and thanksgiving, both times being when she's also explicitly guaranteed to be completely shitfaced and angry. XD
A psychiatrist is an actual doctor with years of med-school under his belt, a psychologist does councilling and helps you sort out your feelings (Or, in the days of Freud, how everything that's wrong with you is because you secretly want to pork your mom).
One of these is considered a credible field, the other is considered to be run by a bunch of crackpot snake oil salesmen.
EDIT: Aaaand, I'm just now realizing that my guy's gonna probably be the only one in the game with an at least semi-functioning family.
I'm trying to think of who would have helped out my character than eventually brought him into the league. Which of the three would be particularly sympathetic to a criminal who just got in over his head as a kid and couldn't get out. Or perhaps it could be some other established hero who simply wasn't interested in becoming part of the league but encouraged my guy to join.
Supes, probably. What with being a big-hearted boyscout and all.
Bah, been voluntold for overtime. Gonna have to WIP this for now.
Name: Duncan MacAodhan Alias: (He hasn't quite gotten that far ahead yet. Simply referred to as "New Guy" or "Rookie" when on assignment, for now.) Age: 24 Personality: Clever, Genre-savvy, Frank, Stubborn, Cynical, Big-hearted (even if he's hilariously ignorant of it) Archetype: Metahuman Powers: Immense Physical Prowess- Duncan is, for lack of a better way of putting it, really goddamn strong... and fast... and pretty tough to boot, if the fact that he went toe-to-toe with an unhinged clone of freaking Superman and actually managed to hold his own for a brief time is any indication ("Brief" here meaning "Before Bizarro saw right through his shortcomings and started using his advantage in mobility, experience and freaky superpowers to outright beat his ass into the ground and through several buildings").
All that being said, it should be noted that though his metahuman genes put him roughly in the range of Kryptonian physical ability (while falling dramatically short of Superman, who is an absolute beast, even among his own kind), Duncan... is a chainsmoking, borderline alcoholic who has never worked out or trained a single day in his entire goddamn life and as a result, is about as out of shape and weak as he can possibly be. It's anyone's guess what he'd be capable of if he got his shit together and actually trained.
Weaknesses: While Duncan possesses roughly the same physical abilities of a Kryptonian, he is still very much human; He can't fly, he still needs to breathe, possesses no form of crazy eye-lasers or freezing breath and can't survive solely off sunlight. In fact, for simplicity's sake, here's a comprehensive list of examples of things that can hurt and/or kill him just like any other guy. -Drowning. -Poison Gas. -Regular poison. -Electrocution. -Starvation. -Asphyxiation. -Dehydration. -Bleeding out. -Bleeding internally. -Food poisoning. -Heart-failure. -Liver-failure. -Kidney-failure. -Cancer. -Hypothermia. -Being thrown into the sun. -Being thrown into space in general. -Tameranean Cooking.
In addition to that, the exact minute he woke up in the Watchtower, Batman informed that he'd be quitting smoking and drinking cold turkey and going on a new diet. In addition to running The Dark Knight's daily balls-to-the-wall exercise routine at increased gravity (In Bruce's own words; "...And you'll go until I'm tired of watching.") and sparring with Ajax, an old robot companion Superman built in the 60's and general ass-whoopin' enthusiast.
Long story short, at game start, a week after getting his ass handed to him by Bizarro and three days into Batman's insane work out routine and getting punched in the face a few times a day by Ajax, Duncan is battered, bloodied, bruised, sore, outright exhausted and severely craving smokes, booze and greasy food. He's not going to be at his best.
Appearance: To read what Duncan is physically capable of, you might picture some sort of hulking mountain of a man with bulging muscles and a jawline chiseled from granite... to actually meet the man however, you'd be disappointed and maybe a little confused- MacAodhan is not a large man. In fact, compared to most in the League he is downright tiny, standing at only 5'6" on a good day and lacking the bulging, musclebound physique of proper superheroes in favour of a lean, though dense physique closer to that of an Olympic swimmer if anything, though his broad shoulders and calloused hands make a fairly decent indicator of his blue-collar background, to which he also owes the habit of shaving his brown hair into a buzzcut, to cut deal with the heat in his workplace.
Lacking much in the way of an actual superhero costume, when in the field, Duncan simply throws on his workboots, gloves, jeans and a denim jacket over either some plain wifebeater or t-shirt, topping it all off by tying a black rag over his face and one of the Robins' old masks over his hazel eyes and putting on an old ballcap he got from some Halifax pub or another. When on the Watchtower, however, he is almost only ever seen in JLA-issued gym-wear as he goes about his daily routine of attempting to survive whatever new insanity Batman has concocted for him that day.
Character Evolution: [How do you want your character to grow within the League? What do you want as far as a personal story? A friendship/rivalry in the JLU? A superhero girlfriend or boyfriend?] BRIEF Bio: Notes: Sample Post: [Two paragraphs minimum with dialogue]
@Member 00492 I'mma read that when I get the chance, but that sounds pretty close to what I was aiming for- Some guy with immense potential... if he wasn't a chainsmoking, borderline-alcoholic who wanted nothing to do with superheroics and never trained a day in his entire goddamn life until it was abruptly (and literally) beaten into his face.