My niece wanted to enter because I was... So, I got her thoughts on a superhero and made them coherent:
Name: Super Super Girl Power: Running, color manipulation & Re-sizable Fairy Wings (Pink, Purple and blue colored ones) Costume: A narrow (so it doesn't get caught in the wings) blue cape and a white top with a blue heart. Her hair is in a blue and white ponytail. Appearance: Pretty Personality: Outgoing, talkative, kind, popular, health conscious and loves her superpower. Lair: In a Cave that connects to her house by a water slide. Pic:
Alter ego: Name: Lilliana ???????? Typical Attire: Blue dress with white flowers. When serious, her hair is kept back with a pinky-red headband that has a little light blue and dark green Job: Digital Artist and Publisher Other: Her house is white with a brown roof
If she wins, she would like buttons and bookmarks. WINNER: MOST ADORABLE
There has been a recent ninja deficit in the city, everyone knows it. With the loss of Dion (Poison) and Kyoko (Ricochet), someone had to step up to the plate. The only person up to the task was their little sister, Kimiko, aka Blue Diamond. Able to absorb both kinetic and energy attacks, and release them in controlled Psionic blasts, she is also a powerful martial artist and skilled infiltrator. Still young and inexperienced, she is currently splitting patrols in the suburbs with Break, while trying to figure out how to set up a date between Break and Make. Yup, she's a meddler....
Post by theglyphstone on Aug 1, 2012 19:46:28 GMT -5
I registered specifically to participate in this. (still been an avid reader though, just a silent one).
Dr. Henry Heid is a horrible, evil man, a dark legend among the students of Metro City Municipal High School. Passing his chemistry course is a badge of honor, because it means you survived an entire year of his vicious, barbed insults and relentlessly unforgiving grades. Dr. Heid has a secret, though - even he can't be a monster 24/7. When the pressure to do something human gets too strong, he retreats to his lab and drinks a special elixir, unleashing the full power of his repressed 'good side' and transforming into his seven-foot tall, 300-pound alter ego,
The Professor Powers: Super toughness, resonance punches Abilities: Genius intelligence Flaws: Slow, absent-minded and easily fooled Personality: Upbeat, cheerful, unfailingly polite and friendly
The Professor is almost too much of a good guy, being incapable of turning down a request for help even when anyone else would recognize it as a trap. Luckily for him, he's incredibly hard to injure, and while he doesn't have actual super strength, each punch he delivers sets up rhythmic vibrations in his target that cause successive punches to hit harder and harder. He currently lacks an assigned sidekick, primarily because he refuses to (or can't) keep regular 'working hours', and because no one can put up with him when he's not transformed.
Pic, courtesy of the Marvel Design A Superhero Generator:
Personality: Smart, extremely sarcastic, playful and generally positive. She has a temper that can burn intensely, but fizzles out after about 2-3 minutes.
Powers: BB is able to collect, store, exponentially amplify and redirect inertial energy through contact. She is able to absorb inertia instantaneously through contact or can generate inertia through her own movement. An example being shaking her head and forcing her hair buns to pom-pom back and forth 5-10 times would give her enough inertia to run faster than human capability, and once running she could theoretically outrun speedsters. Transferring her inertial charge into an impact is done with the use of her gauntlets which prevent her from shattering her hands and wrists. Similarly, to prevent her footfalls or landing from jumps from shattering her feet or ankles she has impact dampening boots. The Agency took notice of her for an incident known as "The 6 Block Punch", where after transferring the inertia of sprinting six city blocks, she flattened an abandoned building to prove a point to her superhero.
Beyond her super powers, she is at the peak of human athletic performance, and has a very quick scientific mind with a substantial understanding of physics and structural engineering.
Biography: Bernadette was born in Metro city, and grew up with a plan in life to become a support to the superhero profession by going into structural engineering to help prevent some of the levels of destruction that super battles produced. She is a very active, athletic and self-assured young woman, with a strong passion for physics and science. During her sophomore year in college, Bernadette manifested her powers and began to try to hone them quietly for fear that if the Agency discovered she was a super, that they would pressure her to change careers. Her "6 Block Punch" incident occurred during the course of an argument with a recruiter that turned into a semantics issue over collateral damage. Deciding that arguing structural values was lost on the agent, she decided to show what a "real" super was truly capable of even by accident, and sprinted headlong into an abandoned ceramics factory where she transferred a fraction of her accumulated energy into the foundation and leveled the entire plant. She studies part-time supering while working on finishing her PhD in Structural Engineering & Structural Mechanics.
"I am not here as just a protector, I am here as an example."
Alias: Exemplar Real name: Adeline Pearson Age: 31 Height: 6'2'' Weight: 230 lb Personality: Optimistic and secure in herself, tries to always treat others with dignity and respect, even when provoked. Can be rather overbearing when angry and is saddened when people do not act their best. Powers: Super strength in the several tonne range. Super speed of about 130 kilometres a hour, but it takes time to get that fast. Small arms fire does not harm her beyond bruising, but heavier ordinance can shatter bones or worse. Can easily beat high and long distance jump records.
Biography: Police officer and amateur body builder, Adeline "Addy" Pearson, Addy was shot in the head in the line of duty while trying to negotiate a hostage situation. Surprisingly, she survived, but remained in a deep coma for over a year. Doctors told her husband, Todd Pearson, that there was little chance of recovery; there was much brain damage as well as outright destruction of cerebral tissue. In all likelihood, she would remain forever a vegetable at best. Then something happened, something that can only be described as a miracle. She woke up. This in itself was quite surprising to say the least, though more than welcome, but her eyes now glowed quite literally with an inner light. What's more, the already strong woman's strength was increased greatly, well beyond normal possibilities, and her speed outpaced even the fastest sprinter and even many automobiles. Bullets could bruise, but not harm her, and her speed and strength gave her a powerful leap.
On extended medical leave from the force, she knew she still had to help people; such gifts were not to be unused. Todd was initially leery of the whole thing, but ultimately supportive. Helping people was something she had always done, something she needed to do. Thanks to whatever force granted her these powers, she could do even more. Not just as a band aid or stop gap measure, but as an example of real change. And so, wielding twin padded tonfa and a spirit of courage and optimism, Adeline fights crime and corruption in her home city, and farther abroad when needed, as Exemplar. She hopes her efforts will inspire others to do what they can to help others. Her only fear is someone may try to use her husband, a teacher at a local elementary school, relative weakness against her.
NAME: Intensity Real Name: Kevin Sedwick Age: Late 20s Height: 6'2" Weight: 165lbs Eyes: Blue Hair: Brown/Shaved Unusual Features: None
Kevin Sedwick was born into a single-parent household in the Ukraine, in which he was raised and guided by his mother. Due to the unstable government of his homeland at the time, both Kevin and his mother were in constant fear for their safety. Because of this, they decided to begin training in various styles of striking and grappling martial arts while he was very young.
When a power plant in a nearby city had a melt-down, the two decided it was time for a change of scenery. It was then that they moved to the suburbs of Detroit, in the USA. There they made a new life for themselves, both continuing to train in the fighting arts in case they would one day need to defend themselves.
Years later and in his twenties, Kevin was running some errands during a busy night. It was then that a strange set of coincidences occured, forever changing his life. While shopping for some groceries at a local store, a group of gang members cut off the store's power supply, causing a blackout. Panic ensued, as all of the customers became frightened at the sudden loss of vision.
Through the commotion, Kevin could make out a group of individuals shouting at the clerks to hand over the money. He, along with everyone else, also heard an inmistakable barrage of gunshots that were fired towards the ceiling. Frustrated in that trying to use his martial arts could make matters worse in the dim light, Kevin began to fear the worst for the people in the store.
It was then that he started to feel a surge of burning energy throughout his body. Kevin first assumed that it was adrenaline, but was immediately crippled to his knees as a radiant glow began pouring out of his body. Suddenly, all of the light fixtures and ambient reflections in the store flashed with a radiance so blinding, that everyone but Kevin experienced temporary blindness and confusion.
Without wasting time or asking questions, Kevin sprung into action, effectively dropping and disarming the gang members and coiling them up with extension cords and nearby wires. It wasn't until he called the police from a nearby payphone that the citizens regained their vision. Without knowing the truth behind the events, they believed that supernatural forces were at work... possibly saving their lives from a malicious robbery in progress.
Since that eventful night took place, Kevin has secretly been training his newfound abilities to better hone their potential. Deducing that his powers were a result of both stress, as well as a possible side effect to radiation from the power plant in Ukraine, he decided that it was meant for him to use them for the good of humanity. He has since then taken the alias of Intensity, Master Martial Artist and Light Manipulator... challenging and thwarting petty criminals, and helping his local law enforcement keep the city streets safe from crime.
Light Control. Intensity has the ability to manipulate ambient light. Any source of light, no matter how big or small within his sensory radius, can be altered to his benefit. A small flicker of light from a reflection or number on a digital clock can be turned into a blinding flash or beam. Larger sources of luminance, such as from light fixtures, the moon, or the sun, can be intensified to create brilliantly warm and dazzling auras. Intensity can also cancel out the light in a given area, turning a once visible environment into a pitch black abyss.
With proper training, Intensity has also gained the ability to cloak himself by bending the light around him. He can create semi-solid light shields, concussive blasts, and also can lift himself vertically via mental control of ambient light formed underneath his body. These higher-level abilities, however, drain his energy much quicker than basic light manipulation and are taxing on his body.
ABILITIES and OTHER SKILLS:
Intensity is also a skilled hand to hand combatant and master of several martial art styles. He also has training in tumbling, police tactics, first aid and cpr, and firearms. Intensity is formidable with various weapons, and carries a pocket knife and flashlight with him at all times. The flashlight can be used as a source of light to amplify his powers when needed.
well its been a while, but here he is, Remix's hero. with a little bit of additional story to Remix
Techno was originally created to let Steven bypass the rich requirement of being a hero showing he could make equipment and a sidekick. Turns out techno was so good that he was elected the hero of the group. Steven is not bitter about this as it shows just how good he actually is at what he does.
Techno stands about 8 feet tall, and surprisingly doesn't weigh as much as he looks. Steven used light alloy mixtures in his construction. His primary color is cobalt blue with brushed steel accents on the more skeletal portions of his limbs. his eyes are cyan and glow, and turn red when targeting. there is also a small spot on his torso in the center that glows a similar color.
Techno possesses a genius level intellect, which i suppose being a robot is technically cheating. his body is supremely resistant. small arms bounce off him and heavier explosives hardly stagger him. missiles and the like may cause issue but his durability has so far proven itself.
His hands are capable of folding inside into cannons that fire non lethal concussive shots, electro nets, and energy blasts if necessary for a lethal take down. He also is strong enough to lift an object up to a full SUV in size.
His back and feet contain flight modules and stabilizers allowing him to take to the sky with remix on patrol.
In the event that a limb were forcibly removed, Techno could reattach it himself with subroutines, however if the limb is destroyed he has to have Remix reassemble it.
He is a true AI capable of understanding emotion and even empathizing. He without the need of it being programmed embraces life and does his best to protect it. This doesn't stop him from laying a beat down if he has to. He just attempts non lethal first if he can.
He also kind of sounds like Bruce Boxleitner (Tron).
He has grown a somewhat charming personality and despite starting as a cold calculating machine, his interaction with Steven and his fellow sidekicks and other heroes, he has developed a dry sense of humor and many would describe him as being charming. He also plays a wicked game of Mario Kart Wii. He enjoys when Steven invites him to attend gatherings with other sidekicks as it allows him to learn more about people and further develop his personality.
Despite all this however, his cold exterior does make him unnerving to be around. He has expressed interest in getting a face upgrade capable of rudimentary displays of emotion. Steven is still working on that.
(picture atomic robo and his ability to convey emotion through his eyes )
Things went awry, so here's entry at the eleventh hour with tiny picture:
Superhero Name: The Gremlin Real Name: Ethric Sloane Age: 25 Height: 6"7 Eyes: Pale Blue/Grey Hair: Coppery red hair.
Personality: He's a responsible person who would be an effective leader, if he choose to lead, but favors an advisory position over direct power which reflects his preference of a cool head and communication over conflict. He's always seeking the best way through any situation & is a very loyal friend with a strong obligation to help people who are in need whether they appreciate it or not.
Symbol: A Black Broken gear with a grey cracks.
Biography: Originally born in Metro city, Ethric Sloane, before moving away at the age of 8 with his family. He always had a love/hate relationship with technology, it never worked for him, so he was always found taking things a part to find out why. This was what lead him to his day job as a repair man, which brought him back to Metro City. He was recruited to be a hero after rescuing a child from a burning building and has never looked back from being a hero.
Powers: The broad term for his first power is Technopathy however it manifests itself in three distinct ways: 1) His body generates a field that prevents his (and things close to him) perception through technology: He can't been seen, heard or felt through technology a creating small field of invisibility against robots & security cameras but more annoyingly automatic doors. 2) He has verbal control over any technology but whatever he commands is rendered inoperable, broken or disabled after that command is completed. E.G. He can tell a door to open but it will get stuck afterwards 3) He has an intuitive adaption towards understanding any new technology that he encounters.
His second power is Self-Sustenance which means that he doesn't need to sleep, eat or breathe to survive and suffers no ill effect or benefit from being with or without them, though he does need to breathe in order to speak.
Post by paranoidspy on Aug 4, 2012 14:14:15 GMT -5
EDIT: Well, here's my quickly cobbled-together entry. I had a comic (admittedly a stick figure comic) drawn out, but today was the only day I could upload it and my scanner has decided to konk out.
(Note: She's much less muscular and a bit more chubbier than the HeroMachine would allow.)
Marie Clover would never have made it through Super Hero University if she wasn’t a Legacy. Heck, she would have flunked out of Sidekick College if her great-aunt wasn’t the Lucky Charm back in the Golden Age of Heroics. Not to mention all of her older siblings blew through University with flying colors. Compared to her eldest sister Amaranth, a blind seer with wings like an angel; older brother HeRose, a risen zombie who fights for good; and older sister Daisy Duchess, the fun-loving girl who can lift ten-times her weight—Marie is proof that heroing isn’t always genetic. She just barely earned the necessary requirements before graduating early—a legacy’s privilege—as the Shrinking Violet.
That isn’t to say poor Marie is dim or completely incompetent. She can be clever when left to her own thoughts, and she can be useful, but crippling self-doubt shadows her every move, dooming her to failure in some way or another. Counseling isn’t an option—her crisis of self-esteem is the key to her powers of shrinkage. Take away the self-doubt, and surely that means she loses her powers to reduce herself to as big as she imagines herself to be.
Shy and meek, and never that strong a fighter, Shrinking Violet has been assigned to Metro City—a city filled to the brim with heroes—where she can do the least harm. In her civilian disguise, she is Marie Annabeth Clover, great-niece and caretaker of the elderly socialite Bethany Clover. To the outside world, Marie is a clumsy saint, the only of Beth’s heirs to be involved in the aging former-hero’s life. On the inside, Marie is completely miserable in the presence of the hyper-critical matriarch. Bethany isn’t a cruel woman, but everything she does is for the greater good. Everyone involved wishes there was another way, that Marie had a different power set, but it is what it is and there is no changing that. If only poor Marie had the power to grow, instead of shrink.
Post by theoccupant on Aug 4, 2012 15:09:59 GMT -5
"Powers do not define you, it's what you do with them." Alias: Miasma Real name: Morgan Douglas Age: 24 Weight: 142 Height: 5'7"
Powers: Psychic invisibility and close range telepathy, creation and dispersal of pathogens, toxins, and irritants, as well as immunity to such. Skills include advanced judo and self defense.
Biography: I was a volunteer for the God Machine. I don't know the details, need to know apparently, but scuttlebutt says it was some ancient device found when investigating a magnetic anomaly in the ocean floor. Why or who put it there or how it works are still mysteries as far as I know. What it does however is give people random super powers. Sometimes one or two, sometimes more. Generally required secondary powers are also granted, a person who can create flame is immune to it for example. Generally, not always. Control is rarely perfect; that has to be learned if possible. The whole thing is giving physicists and biologists, scientists in general conniption fits. I'd always loved super heroes growing up in Metro City eagerly. While I didn't read many comics, I loved the shows and films, even the really corny ones like Justice Team-up Hour. Whenever a real one would be on the news I'd watch it or beg my parents to video tape it. When I went off to collage I was short on cash for anything besides tuition. I heard through a friend of a friend of this medical study. It was pretty hush, hush, but they were looking for volunteers, and the money looked really good. Several interviews and tests, medical and psychological, followed and then I had to wait of few weeks to see if I was accepted or not. It was a pretty anxious time. I was down to off-brand Raman once a day; I needed to get into this study. As you may have guessed already, I did. After arranging everything, telling my folks I had an internship at a chemistry lab, a van picked me up for the facility. It was a long trip, and I must have dozed off because when I got there I had no idea where I was. The climate looked arid though. After some final tests and a release form that I probably should have read better, I got in a rather utilitarian elevator that took me to a large concrete bunker the size of a large gym. In the center looking rather small was the God Machine. It looked like a UK police box to be honest, if a police box was armor plated, had massive cooling pipes and power lines as thick as my leg leading to and from it and a door that would serve Fort Knox's vaults proud. A thrum, like being under a high voltage line, grew louder as I stepped closer. Pulling heavily on the door, I saw an electric blue light in the distance that pulsed with the now reverberating humming. Swallowing, I stepped through. I should have been more afraid. Honestly, I don't know how to describe it. As soon as I stepped inside, it happened. It was like being pulled inside out and outside in, I felt my very dimensions stretch and warp. In the words of Douglas Adams, it was like being drunk, and if you thinks that's not so bad you should ask a glass of water. Time and space felt as elastic as taffy, my whole sense of, well, everything was shot. Somehow, I must have stumbled out of the door, fell to my knees, and retched heavily. I knew because I woke up in a puddle of, well, guess, with aching knees. I was surrounded by people in biohazard gear and bomb disposal armor, and I could hear their voices in my head. When they spoke, it was like an echo, but even surface thoughts came through. As soon as I could walk, they marched me straight into quarantine. They weren't unkind, but they were clinical. Soon a new batch of tests started to test the limits and extent of my powers. They quickly found I could only hear them within about 4 feet. If I really concentrated I could hear deeper, but not farther. A Faraday cage could also block this ability. I was also immune to any kind of disease or toxin they threw at me. Maybe a 15 minute fever the first time for a particular nasty and after that no sweat. Much more disturbingly, I could also replicate them practically sweating them from my pores. From tear gas to the common cold to hydrogen sulphide to that flu I caught one year. Unfortunately my control was not complete. When stressed or unconscious, I could accidentally emit them, seemingly at random. I was a walking carrier for anything I had been exposed to in my life. As a chemist in training, that was quite a bit. This was bad, there was practically no way they would let someone like me out in public. It was the moment of truth, I had to tell my parents. You probably can guess their reaction, that mix of sad, mad, and a little glad I was alive. I didn't know how on Earth we would get out of this mess, but they did. Using my income from the study plus the rest of my collage tuition, they got a fancy pants team of lawyers to spring me. It was tough, it was long, it was expensive but eventually they and the governments lawyers reached a kind of compromise. My living quarters would have to be completely isolated, positive pressure and six levels of decontamination to exist, but I could go out in public *if* I wore a special isolation suit. It has ports in the arms to allow out toxins that worked like train brakes, it took power to keep them open. I only had one career option now, superhero. Or super villain, but that's for losers who've given up on society and that's just not my thing. Surprisingly, the government agreed and paid to set up a special room in my parents basement , and I took correspondence courses on police procedure and licensed vigilantism as well as martial arts. I was apprenticed for a few years with a fellow God Machine subject. He really lucked out, getting super strength, flight, and healing hands. Unfortunately, this healing powers didn't work on himself, as he found out during a bank heist by crooks with armor piercing bullets. Poor Kurt, he will be missed always. After a probation period, I can't even take the suit off in front of my parents, I was promoted to full hero and here I am. It gets a little lonely sometimes, but I met this locked-in patent named Matt Sutherland when bringing into a hospital a civilian who had been caught at the wrong place at the wrong time. They thought Matt was comatose until I was able to prove he was conscious just paralysed. He has a beautiful mind. Yeah, my powers aren't exactly godly and they seem like the kind of thing you might see on a villain, but, like I said, that's not my thing. I want to help people, serve the public weal, whatever. Powers don't define me, my actions do. Villainy is for those who have given up and I am not prepared to do that yet.
Post by schlagsahne1337 on Aug 5, 2012 3:51:52 GMT -5
Superhero:Cobalt Shadow Secret identity: Robert Xu Li Age: 24 Birthday: May 14th
Biography: While other kids are forced by their overambitious parents to become a doctor, Robert was made to become a hero. And exactly like those doctor kids, he is not good at that job. He is more suitable for the job of a sidekick, but his parents dragged him trough hero college by private lessons so he won't be a shame for the family. They still control him with letting him give a daily status report to his father. His rich family has just one advantage: he can buy good spy gimmicks to make his work easier for him. The agency uses him most of the time for spying, just in the holiday sesaon, he is the replacement for the replacement for people with street duty. (Of course, he hates that, too.)
Character: Because it was not his own choice, he seems very misplaced at heroing. In comparison to other heroes he does not pose much and does not look astonishing. He lets his shoulders hang. He is not eager to get in a fight and if it was not his job, he could not care less about villains (of course as long as they do not affect his life too much). He just does what the agency demands and nothing more, so most of the other heroes think that he is just lazy. He always looks kinda hopeless and smiles seldom. (Nobody from the agency has ever seen him laughing.) Even while talking to other people, he almost always looks on the ground.
Abilities and skills: He has got a photographic memory and an absolute pitch. (Very, very useful for spying.) Also he can shrink himself to 34 cm (little over a foot) heigth. (Also very useful for spying!) He is no great thinker and besides his missing courage, there is a reason why he does very much to keep out of a fight: he is really, really bad at it.
Looks: He is asian and has short black hair. His 1,70m are below average, but not really short. His not very intimidating appearance is rounded up by his skinnyness. His parents paid some designers to make his mostly blue (in depressing colors) costume. It has a cape with many, many, tiny pockets for his gimmicks. Technically, it looks great, but without the right stance, it looks like superhero pyjamas on him.
Quotes: "Do we really have to go in there?" "No, we won't do that. The agency said that we should free the hostages and bring them back safely. They never said anything about taking out the bad guys!"
He looks like a nobody and he acts like a nobody. But maybe over time and with special experiences he can either learn having fun at heroing or growing the balls to stand up to his parents and quit the job...
Name: Rachel Turner Hero Name: Calamity Jane Age: 26 Height 5'11" Eye color: Hazel Hair Color: Black (dyed), Red (in Costume Wig)
Personality: Out of costume, generally reserved, stays out of the way of most heroes (mostly cause those who know who she is avoids her anyway). Likes to hang around parks, high areas, and libraries when they're abandoned. Likes to go to goth clubs when she has nights off, and dresses appropriately for them, usually wearing lots of dark purples and violet with matching dark make up. Most heroes don't recognize her out of costume.
In costume, very loud, uses a lasso as a weapon to help cause chain reactions usually ignited by her powers. Uses a fake southern accent to go with her costume.
Sidekick: Wild Bill (Average Joe) Real Name: Jonathan Wilson Height: 5'8" Eye Color: Brown Hair color Brown Looks: Average Complexion: Caucasion with a farmers tan. Personality: Out of costume: Bit grumbly most the time but will help out with stuff when asked, he spends a lot of time doing community service outside of hero work. He likes football, played in High School but couldn't make the college team because he was to average a proformance. Generally wears jeans and shirts with snappy sarcastic sayings on them.
In Costume His costume is a pretty much a darker tan version of Janes, though he doesn't wear it as well. He doesn't fake an accent like she does, and doesn't act much different then normal.
Bio: My name is Rachel, I'm very lucky and it kind of sucks.
It started when I was younger, maybe ten or twelve, one day I woke up, and things just started going my way. Whenever I wanted really needed anything, a good test score for something I didn't study for, or maybe a rainy day to get out of some lame sports, there it was fate working in my favor. It was nice, for a bit I thought it was great, but eventually I noticed that for every good thing that happened to me, something bad happened to someone else. It was usually small things, spilled coffee, broken heels, dropped ice cream, lost balloons, in exchange I got little lucks. However, it goes both ways, falling out of a tree for example, I should of broken a bone, instead someone else fell on level ground and broke their ankle while I was fine. Getting anything from my luck it meant something in equal exchange happened. So I decided to stopped wishing for things, because even if I got what I want, someone else would pay the price.
Not that it stopped it every now and again, but it lessened and I got into a habit of not being around people, and people in turn stopped wanting to be around me, even if they didn't really understand why.
When I got out of high school, I found myself stuck. The truth was, I wasn't sure if I wanted to do anything. A job that didn't work with people would of been best you still needed to get a degree go to college. I went around for a while before I found myself applying to a hero college. If I couldn't avoid being around people then maybe my powers could be inflicted against someone who deserved it at least. So I passed through hero college keeping my head down. When I got out, I was supposed to be assigned a sidekick, except no one wanted to work with me. In the end even if I was doing good, stopping villains by making things blow up in their face in the most contrived way possible (and I mean really contrived, I've seen death rays been destroyed by a falling frozen turkey), I was still alone because my powers were as much a danger to whoever I was with as the villains I fight. Or at least that was the case when I got my first and only sidekick, Wild Bill.
Well that's what his name was supposed to be, but I was his second hero and his first name still stuck so everyone just calls him Average Joe, real name Jonathan Wilson. His powers were like mine in that they dealed with luck, but rather then being lucky or unlucky he could only ever be average in anything he did. It made him perfect for working with me, because when he's around me he can only get an average amount of bad luck, and it also means that the more unusual the deathtrap or weapon a villain pulls on him the more likely it just won't work because it wouldn't be an average way to die. He hates it though and makes it known to anybody who'll listen because he can never excel past a certain point. So naturally, he's tried just about everything to break this, even if the rest of him is average his tenacity is superhuman. Even if he can't be a genius in the field, he's still average level for anybody who works in it, average martial artist, average mechanic, average accountant, average marksman, the list goes on. He got several degrees before trying hero school because there's nothing average about being a hero, but he flunked the image evaluation because you couldn't pick him out of a crowd, or turn him into an action figure. He works so hard though, it's amazing, and it didn't take long for me to fall in love with his commitment.
My name is Rachel Turner, I'm in love with my side kick, and I can't confess to him. I'm too abnormal, and that can't ever change. But I'm happy for now, that I can be with him, happy that I'm not alone, even if I want more I won't wish for it, because I never know who will pay the price for something like that.
Last Edit: Aug 7, 2012 2:02:52 GMT -5 by bloodplum
The sky was dark over Woodlawn Cemetery. The somber storm overhead nourished the green grass. A man saluted--the rain masked his lone tear. He stood above the graves of Margaret Thatcher and Ronald Reagan.
boy parts STEEL was the result of a secret super-soldier program, jointly conducted between the United States and United Kingdom during the 1980s. He is their child in every way. They provided the initial genetic materials, the starting point to the experiments that lead to his creation. And they initiated the secret program itself. They are his parents he's never met.
The rain poured harder. Each drop pounded his flesh and dripped down his chiseled body. He didn’t mind. But one of the cemetery’s other guests did. While trying to escape the rain, a dark suited, umbrellaless man ran into the forbidden zone, a patch of recently resodded lawn that lay past the “Do Not Walk on Grass” sign.
Dìck reached to his side and swung his massive weapon, planted it firmly against his body, and opened fire. He grunted as he endured the pain brought on by the powerful recoil. His gun short harder and farther than any gun he’d ever seen, and he’d seen a lot of guns.
The suited man was terrified but managed to dance around the shots while involuntarily squeaking out, “Oh God, oh God, oh God.”
Dìck lunged forward, hurling the two huge grenades that were gripped in his sweaty palms, “GOD WON’T SAVE FILTH LIKE YOU!!!” The explosions punctuated his words. He stepped into the newly formed crater and as the smoke cleared he could see his target running into the tree line.
“Angelo Elementary School!!” Dìck realized he was running late for his scheduled appearance. He glanced back at the treeline. “America’s enemies are cunning, but their distractions won’t stop me! Nothing comes between me and the youth of America!”
With that he mounted himself on the leather saddle of his gattling gun, wrapped his body around the warm shaft, and gave the trigger a firm squeeze. The gun erupted in firepower, propelling itself and its passenger into the dark, cloudy sky.
Dìck had only been in the air for a few minutes, but a few minutes was all the time he had before he was expected at Angelo Elementary. Finally, he spotted his destination and sent his flying weapon into a nose dive. There would be no time for parking. There wouldn’t even be time to navigate the school’s hallways. Once again, boy parts relied upon his handy grenades, and blasted a new entrance into the school’s roof. He crashed into the class room below.
“boy parts STEEL!!!” Moments after exploding literally, Ms. Fox’s 5th grade class exploded figuratively.
“That’s right kids, boy parts’s here!” The clock on the wall had been destroyed but he knew he had made it on time.
Ms. Fox tried to act her part but her own enthusiasm was poorly masked. “Mr. Steel has agreed to teach today’s social studies lesson. He’s a very busy man and it’s very generous of him to take the time to visit us today. Let’s thank him.” The class thanked him in unison.
Dìck gave a hardy laugh and handed a box to a group of students to help set up the day’s activities. But standing apart from the other kids was a boy with a troubled look on his face.
“What’s the matter, son?” Dìck crouched down to the boy’s level.
“H-how do I be like y-you? Everybody likes you so much… But they don’t like me…”
boy parts’s expression was both disgusted and inspiring. “That’s not the American spirit! Man up! Look them in the eye, bite the bullet, and pull yourself up from your bootstraps! You can do anything!”
“But…” The boy didn’t really understand.
“Here, I’ve got a special job for you, kid.” Dìck reached and grabbed another box. This one was filled with How to Spot a Communist DVDs. “I want you to give everyone in the class one of these. OK? That’s your duty.”
Dìck gave the meek boy a strong punch to the shoulder and his eyes swelled up in tears. Then feeling aware of himself, he turned away with embarrassment from the great boy parts Steel.
“Don’t worry. There are few things that a man can cry about and fighting those $&%# commies is one of them…” Dìck Steel stared intently into the distance but snapped out of it to give the boy a good slap on the butt. “Go get ‘em, champ!”
Meanwhile the other students had circled around the piñata they had set up. One of them, blindfolded, was using the submachine gun provided to them to take down the piñata. He finally hit his target. Tiny American flags, candy cigarettes, air guns, and raw steaks rained down upon the delighted children.
Dìck Steel looked on and lit a cigar in celebration of the day’s achievements. His work here was done. With as much abruptness as when he entered the classroom, Dìck swept Ms. Fox under his arm and mounted his gattling gun once more, and launched into the distance with her.