I'm prepping a Johnny Cash playlist on Spotify for this fight. I'm seriously hyped!
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The old man grumbled drunkenly, outwitted and out-numbered now. He looked to Johnny one more time with bulldog eyes before stealing his drink and marching out the saloon like a wounded predator. Johnny was surprise how sudden the shift of power had been, guessing that she who controlled the flow ruled the land.
Something felt off though. Rose and the fella who smelt of death were gone for a long while, the weirdo with no face vamoosed, and a stranger with a sword was sipping red wine like he was about to see a play. A play on Johnny's life maybe? In an idiotic way he trusted Rose, half knowing that she was probably just as dastardly as he was. Johnny wasn't that stupid. Well, he was stupid and drunk...but that didn't matter!
He wanted to leave diplomatically before, paying for his drink with the money of dead men and such until that old fart decided to karmaly fuck him over. He didn't want to leave U.S. Marshals on his tail any clues of his stay. He guessed that he already fucked that up a hundred fold, for drunkard were the worse snitches.
Johnny looked to the entrence way for a moment, and then looked over to the barely touched drink the fellow who'd taken Rose outside had just left sitting there. He walked over to it, swirling it around a bit before chugging all of it down without a second thought. It was a strange revenge, because in a way he knew what came next.
Something felt off though. Rose and the fella who smelt of death were gone for a long while, the weirdo with no face vamoosed, and a stranger with a sword was sipping red wine like he was about to see a play. A play on Johnny's life maybe? In an idiotic way he trusted Rose, half knowing that she was probably just as dastardly as he was. Johnny wasn't that stupid. Well, he was stupid and drunk...but that didn't matter!
He wanted to leave diplomatically before, paying for his drink with the money of dead men and such until that old fart decided to karmaly fuck him over. He didn't want to leave U.S. Marshals on his tail any clues of his stay. He guessed that he already fucked that up a hundred fold, for drunkard were the worse snitches.
Johnny looked to the entrence way for a moment, and then looked over to the barely touched drink the fellow who'd taken Rose outside had just left sitting there. He walked over to it, swirling it around a bit before chugging all of it down without a second thought. It was a strange revenge, because in a way he knew what came next.
Really interested in this!
I call being the leader of the first villain team-up if we get that far!
[SUPER COOL EDIT!:]
Hey, got bored so I made a hero!
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Name: Eric Burkhard Löwenfinker
Alias: The Legless Lion Man
Superhero/Villain: Former Villain, Superhero
Age: Ninty-six years old.
Gender: Male
Powers/Equipment:
- Super-strength: Not having legs is absolutely a bummer, but having arms meatier then an obese cow helps a lot. (Can 'walk' with his arms, punch through solid stone, and give awesome fist-bumps.)
- Near-immortality: Nazi and American super-science at it's best! Yay, unethical human testing! (Note: still looks and acts like a normal man his age, but will probably outlive The United States.)
- Linguistic: Can speak German, English, Spanish, Italian, French, Southern American Guttural Noises, Lion-speak, Droid-speak, and Klingon. (Still can't great ride of the German accent that makes him sound like he is permanently at a rave or fucking Hitler's wife.)
- Razor-sharp Dentures: His original teeth fell out sometime in the early-nineties, forever lost to the Indomitable Tooth Fairy. (Fucking bitch still owes him like a quarter or something. No wonder they got divorced.)
Weakness(es):
- Machinery: Due to the massive visceral accident that took his legs, Eric isn't a huge fan of machines. Usually keeps himself in control, but can be seen punching smart-phones from time to time. (Don't get him started on the Internet...)
- Walking/stairs/mobility: It's a...touché subject...
- Guns/blades/heavy blunt objects: The guy is only human.
- Culturally left behind: Eric doesn't understand kids and their new fizzy-what's-it's. (Again, never bring up the Internet. Someone sent him to Chat Roulette once. The police had to tranquilize him for a week afterwords.)
- Old age: The dude is ninety-six! He belongs in a home! (He's kill you if you try and move him to a home...)
- Gazelle Blood: The stuff is like heroine stuffed into a meth and bath-salts quesadilla for him! (He has been permenantly banned from Africa.)
Appearance:
In Costume: In all yellow lion fur clothing with a luchador wrestler-esque lion mask. Both the furs and mask are from the 30's, so there is some absolute wear and tear.
Personality:
Backstory:
[SUPER COOL EDIT!:]
Hey, got bored so I made a hero!
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Name: Eric Burkhard Löwenfinker
Alias: The Legless Lion Man
Superhero/Villain: Former Villain, Superhero
Age: Ninty-six years old.
Gender: Male
Powers/Equipment:
- Super-strength: Not having legs is absolutely a bummer, but having arms meatier then an obese cow helps a lot. (Can 'walk' with his arms, punch through solid stone, and give awesome fist-bumps.)
- Near-immortality: Nazi and American super-science at it's best! Yay, unethical human testing! (Note: still looks and acts like a normal man his age, but will probably outlive The United States.)
- Linguistic: Can speak German, English, Spanish, Italian, French, Southern American Guttural Noises, Lion-speak, Droid-speak, and Klingon. (Still can't great ride of the German accent that makes him sound like he is permanently at a rave or fucking Hitler's wife.)
- Razor-sharp Dentures: His original teeth fell out sometime in the early-nineties, forever lost to the Indomitable Tooth Fairy. (Fucking bitch still owes him like a quarter or something. No wonder they got divorced.)
Weakness(es):
- Machinery: Due to the massive visceral accident that took his legs, Eric isn't a huge fan of machines. Usually keeps himself in control, but can be seen punching smart-phones from time to time. (Don't get him started on the Internet...)
- Walking/stairs/mobility: It's a...touché subject...
- Guns/blades/heavy blunt objects: The guy is only human.
- Culturally left behind: Eric doesn't understand kids and their new fizzy-what's-it's. (Again, never bring up the Internet. Someone sent him to Chat Roulette once. The police had to tranquilize him for a week afterwords.)
- Old age: The dude is ninety-six! He belongs in a home! (He's kill you if you try and move him to a home...)
- Gazelle Blood: The stuff is like heroine stuffed into a meth and bath-salts quesadilla for him! (He has been permenantly banned from Africa.)
Appearance:
In Costume: In all yellow lion fur clothing with a luchador wrestler-esque lion mask. Both the furs and mask are from the 30's, so there is some absolute wear and tear.
Personality:
Eric B. Löwenfinker, aka 'The Legless Lion Man', is a boisterous, proud man of extreme age. He is kindhearted in his core, but age has made him slightly bitter and forgetful. He will always do his best to be kind and a protector of others, but sometimes he'd get a little pissy with those he's working with. Villains never take him too seriously, even though he could probably kick their asses.
Backstory:
Eric B. Löwenfinker was born in Munich, German in 1919. His formative years were like any other middle-class child's, doing average in his studies. After going to university for linguistics, Eric ended up getting a small time job at a weapons and car factory in the city. By age twenty, Eric was close to getting a managerial promotion until his legs were caught in the factory machinery.
The machinery ripped off both his legs at the thigh, luckily leaving his genitalia and butt unharmed. At the time it was a major concern, other then the leg thing. Eric was rushed to the hospital after a long workday of bleeding out and was treated completely. In the hospital, He learned that he could use his arms much more efficiently then his legs, using them to walk.
Eric was subsequently fired from his job after leaving the hospital, forced to live as a beggar in the streets. After a few weeks of performing side-show acts on street corners and rummaging dumpsters, Eric brook into the factory he formerly worked at and destroyed every machine he could find. The Nazi's found and arrested him quickly, concluding that he could be genetically manipulated and released into the U.S. to wreck havoc. Eric survived rigorous testing and painful treatments that increased his strength, prolonged his lifespan, and gave him bladed teeth.
Set upon the unsuspecting shores of Slant City, The Legless Lion Man really fucked up a neon sign until American police stopped him and brought him in. The Americans also saw potential in Eric, recruiting him to an international team of crime-fighting 'patriots' to defend the Allied forces hitting Normandy in D-Day. Eric was once again trained and fucked up scientifically.
Eric survived D-Day and worked for the Allies throughout World War II, the Korean War, and the Vietnam Conflict. Many many years later after being lost at sea thanks to some zombie krakens, The Legless Lion Man returned to Slant City, not a destroyer but a savior!
The machinery ripped off both his legs at the thigh, luckily leaving his genitalia and butt unharmed. At the time it was a major concern, other then the leg thing. Eric was rushed to the hospital after a long workday of bleeding out and was treated completely. In the hospital, He learned that he could use his arms much more efficiently then his legs, using them to walk.
Eric was subsequently fired from his job after leaving the hospital, forced to live as a beggar in the streets. After a few weeks of performing side-show acts on street corners and rummaging dumpsters, Eric brook into the factory he formerly worked at and destroyed every machine he could find. The Nazi's found and arrested him quickly, concluding that he could be genetically manipulated and released into the U.S. to wreck havoc. Eric survived rigorous testing and painful treatments that increased his strength, prolonged his lifespan, and gave him bladed teeth.
Set upon the unsuspecting shores of Slant City, The Legless Lion Man really fucked up a neon sign until American police stopped him and brought him in. The Americans also saw potential in Eric, recruiting him to an international team of crime-fighting 'patriots' to defend the Allied forces hitting Normandy in D-Day. Eric was once again trained and fucked up scientifically.
Eric survived D-Day and worked for the Allies throughout World War II, the Korean War, and the Vietnam Conflict. Many many years later after being lost at sea thanks to some zombie krakens, The Legless Lion Man returned to Slant City, not a destroyer but a savior!
Johnny wanted nothing more then to shoot this old man in the face with his revolver. The old bastard was in his face now, cusing and cursing the alphabet. It got to the point that Johnny had to go back to his seat and down the drink the weasally fella had ordered him.
He wasn't sure he could take it much longer as he stared the old man down. The old man was relentless, demanding a hundred dollars to have a cobbler clean and shine his shoe that his horse has sullied.
He wasn't sure he could take it much longer as he stared the old man down. The old man was relentless, demanding a hundred dollars to have a cobbler clean and shine his shoe that his horse has sullied.
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:
Personality:
Backstory:
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:
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!
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!
"No trust me I've rode by night before," Johnny replied. Yeah, this guy was up to no good. "Have that drink for yourself and celebrate my soon to be silver fortune. It'd been mighty nice to meet all of y'all."
With that, Johnny was nearly out the door until an old man who stank far more of booze then him stumbled through, pushing him aside.
"Ok you sumbitches, who's horse outside shit on my foot?," the old drunk questioned in heavy slurred bouts. "Black horse with a big grey spot on the neck?"
"That's mine sir," Johnny replied as he regain his composure. The old man turned on a dime, staring him down like a dog would a fox. The old man was much smaller then Johnny, a full foot short and plump like a spoiled turkey.
"What's your problem letting your horse shit on a man's foot boy?!"
Johnny looked at the old man confused. Man had no real place controlling his horse's bowels. What the drunkard asked was stupid, to an rediculous degree. Before Johnny had a moment to reply, the old man lifted up his shoe and displayed the obvious horse manure to the entire saloon.
"You are payin' for this boy! Cash money right here, right now!"
Johnny wanted to laugh his ass off at this moment, a situation so surreal that it sounded like something out of a book. He did his best to control himself, cracking a smile against the old man.
"Sir," Johnny drunkenly replied back, "I'm sorry for my horses actions, but I have no money to pay with. Can't you just looked the other way since I see the errors of my way?"
The old man sneered at him, a mug only a bear could love.
"You must be shitting me boy! Hell no! HELL NO! You better pay me now or I'll have the sherif have your head!"
With that, Johnny was nearly out the door until an old man who stank far more of booze then him stumbled through, pushing him aside.
"Ok you sumbitches, who's horse outside shit on my foot?," the old drunk questioned in heavy slurred bouts. "Black horse with a big grey spot on the neck?"
"That's mine sir," Johnny replied as he regain his composure. The old man turned on a dime, staring him down like a dog would a fox. The old man was much smaller then Johnny, a full foot short and plump like a spoiled turkey.
"What's your problem letting your horse shit on a man's foot boy?!"
Johnny looked at the old man confused. Man had no real place controlling his horse's bowels. What the drunkard asked was stupid, to an rediculous degree. Before Johnny had a moment to reply, the old man lifted up his shoe and displayed the obvious horse manure to the entire saloon.
"You are payin' for this boy! Cash money right here, right now!"
Johnny wanted to laugh his ass off at this moment, a situation so surreal that it sounded like something out of a book. He did his best to control himself, cracking a smile against the old man.
"Sir," Johnny drunkenly replied back, "I'm sorry for my horses actions, but I have no money to pay with. Can't you just looked the other way since I see the errors of my way?"
The old man sneered at him, a mug only a bear could love.
"You must be shitting me boy! Hell no! HELL NO! You better pay me now or I'll have the sherif have your head!"
Sorry on mobile and I was trying to edit something. Please disregard!
Johnny looked at the three standing literally inches away from him, all of whom were not giving him a comfortable disposition. He was drunk, very drunk, but he knew a bad situation when he say one. He was an idiot, not a fool. The fella next to Rose smelt of death, and looked all to interested in him.
Johnny got up, stumbling a little in his first few steps until he barely fumbled onto someone's table. He quickly apologized, patting the table and shifting a chair partially back in it's place.
"Miss Rose," Johnny began as he neared the door, "I must thank you for your time and drink but I really must go. California waits *hiccup* for no man you see. Silver is in those damn hills and by God, Jesus, and some bitch I must go reclaim it!"
Johnny got up, stumbling a little in his first few steps until he barely fumbled onto someone's table. He quickly apologized, patting the table and shifting a chair partially back in it's place.
"Miss Rose," Johnny began as he neared the door, "I must thank you for your time and drink but I really must go. California waits *hiccup* for no man you see. Silver is in those damn hills and by God, Jesus, and some bitch I must go reclaim it!"
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 doesn't own that had 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:
Personality:
Backstory:
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 doesn't own that had 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:
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, begging 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!
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!
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