This game needs more comic books. Don't worry though, I'm here to help. Basic Information ========= [b]Superhero/Villain Name:[/b] Various [b]Civilian Name:[/b] Dialman [b]Origin:[/b] Dimension Z [b]Hometown:[/b] Danny The Park [b]Sex:[/b] None [b]Race:[/b] Benign Independent Thoughtform [b]Height:[/b] Pretty Tall [b]Weight:[/b] Pretty Light [b]Age:[/b] ?? [b]Birth Date:[/b] ?? -------- [b]Costumed Appearance:[/b] That of his current persona, but with the addition of the Dial embedded in the back of their head. [hider=Civilian Appearance] [img]https://i.imgur.com/2YsaeXt.jpg[/img][/hider] [b]Icon:[/b] Varies, but Dialman has his H-E-R-O, which is the only part of him that can't change tone. [b]Costumed Personality:[/b] More stable than the vanilla untransformed Dialman, but at the same time in a constant mental battle between the original Dialman's mind vs. the personality and ethical principles of his current persona. [b]Civilian Personality:[/b] Dialman's mind is a hazy, jumbled mess of conflicting information from a hundred thousand worlds and times. He doesn't know who he is or where he came from but he's pretty sure that he's meant to fight a terrible looming threat that is even now drawing closer, even if he can't actually articulate what it is. [b]Super abilities:[/b] [b]-Powers: Unique Physiology:[/b] Dialman isn't real. He's not [b]alive[/b], not in the same way people are. He breathes different. Sees different. [b]Bleeds[/b] different. He's got waxy smooth skin and staples down his spine and he leaches colors and words and thoughts right up into his own self and back out through him. Imagination is his lifeblood. [b]-Gadgets: Dial:[/b] A functioning Dial, though the exact model is unknown. Embedded in the back of Dialman's head. By using the buttons, he can reach through hypertime and become someone else. Be careful, though, because becoming someone else means giving up yourself, staining you with little drops of other people's hopes and dreams forever until you can't tell who you were before you were yourself. [b]-Weaknesses:[/b] Acetone, ethanol, citric acid, criticism [b]Civilian Occupation:[/b] Hobo [b]Biography[/b] ------------- I was just a boy on Krypton when my parents were ambushed in a blind alley by a man with a hook for a hand, who stabbed them both with a dagger forged from Nth Metal and merged them into one superpowered being. Just as he was about to come after me, too, a stray transmitter beam hit me, teleporting me to Oa. There, I swore revenge and received cybernetic implants that made me the perfect fusion of man and machine. When I reached adulthood, I left Paradise Island as an envoy to the world of men. But that can't be right. Can it? Hello, operator? I think I'm [b]sick[/b]... [b]Optional information[/b] ---------- [b]Nemesis:[/b] Everyone [b]Allies:[/b] Anyone [b]Team:[/b] All of them