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This user's main hero is a Blaster.
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This user plays both City of Villains and Heroes on the Protector server.
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This user plays both City of Villains and Heroes on the Virtue server.
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This user's time zone is PST.
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I am:
- a good team player
- a (casual) roleplayer
- a skilled puller
I am not:
- hardcore
- a PvPer
- a min/maxer
- a number-cruncher
Champion
Freedom
Dut • Dyn
Guardian
Infinity
Justice
Liberty
Pinnacle
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The dead among the deities never rest easy, least of all those powerless, forgotten gods in the throes of stillbirth. Seldom, one manages to hoard enough power to manifest in the world of mortals. But when he does, his faithful thralls obey with blind devotion, and the world trembles at the chaos they herald …
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- Ismu • Akol
Erkut
Protector
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Once a hapless conscript in the armies of Hell, Rugiel knew only misery until his chance at redemption came in the form of a minor skirmish against a cadre of angels. The hezrou that caught him escaping decided to punish Rugiel himself by obliterating him utterly, and harnessed a nearby balrog to do the job. The angels barely had time to raise hasty protections around themselves and the renegade demon; but Rugiel lacked their celestial armor, and their shields could not turn aside the whole of the balrog's fury. The blast that would have erased him from existence only erased the lower half of his face; but worse, gouged a hole in the fabric of reality, into which Rugiel fell.
By chance, he was ejected into the material realm on a small planet near the sun where that skirmish had taken place. Though bereft of his powers and nearly all his memories, Rugiel was alive and (relatively) safe. Once recovered he made his way to Paragon City, having heard of its heroes …
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Milestones
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This character has been in play since Issue 1.
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This character reached level 50 at 1:49am on Friday, 13 October 2006.
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I still haven't come up with a satisfactory explanation for why his origin is Mutation instead of Magic. When he was created I simply liked the idea of a mutant demon.
As you can see, his Power Pools are all over the place, which makes him pretty useful all around but drives min/maxers and PvPers up the wall since his combat is, how you say, less than optimized.
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Freedom Corps' short-lived Warshade Project started and ended with one man. That man, Warren Finter, used to be a desk jockey in the Corps' Boston office, coordinating supply shipments between Paragon City and subsidiaries across New England. One day, he received a notice from the Paragon City HQ asking him to come down with the next shipment.
When he got there, he found one of the executive directors waiting for him. "Thank you for volunteering for our Warshade Project, Finter," he said.
"Huh?" Warren replied.
"Don't you remember? The Fourth of July mixer?"
"Uh … Oh yeah." Vague memories surfaced of names being drawn from a basket and a feeling of elation at discovering he’d won … something.
"Come on, this is an exciting opportunity for you!" the director exclaimed, clapping him on the shoulder. "Practically a promotion — no, better than a promotion!"
"Y–yeah."
Fortunately, it turned out that merging with a Kheldian was not some dramatic, traumatic near-death production; Warren thought it was an awful lot like having his wisdom teeth extracted, only that when he came out of the anesthesia, there was another consciousness next to his own. The Kheldian, calling itself Quincunx, felt quite comfortable in Warren's body and mind. In mere minutes, each shared in the other's history, and memories, and personality, and found they hit it off like a house on fire.
Oh, and Warren's skin turned black. Interstellar-space black. And all his hair fell out. (All of it. Not a single hair left on his entire body). The Corps was, perhaps understandably, wary of this unexpected side effect; but Warren actually rather liked these changes. He had always secretly thought of himself as "pasty white" and kept his hair cropped short so he wouldn't have to bother much with it. The Corps was, perhaps understandably, relieved to be thus informed.
The next few days, while interesting, were terribly unproductive. Warren's replacement was doing a fine job back in Boston. The director deemed the Project a minor success, but since no more Kheldians of either camp came forward requesting a junction with a Freedom Corps member, the Project was dropped — or suspended, at any rate.
Warren, of course, declined to have his old position back and parted amicably from Freedom Corps, thence to begin a new adventure as one of the heroes Freedom Corps caters to.
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Adrian McKiernan always knew he was a mutant, with his odd ears and interesting but useless ability to glow faintly while in motion. As he grew up, hearing fantastic tales of the heroes of Paragon City (and in particular those with powerful, useful mutations), he wished desperately to be one of them. Believing it was one way to approximate his dream, he trained extensively in Japan under a swordmaster, tempering his stubbornness and forging it, along with his armor, into something tough and practical. Though he agreed with his sensei that much remained for him to learn, he departed nonetheless, and brought his skills and two long golden blades back to the city. Only recently, however, has he discovered that he possesses the (much more useful) power to displace himself and others through space …
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In a classic routine-experiment-gone-wrong scenario, Marianas Technologies, Ltd. lost its most dedicated intern. Trent Harmon arrived at work tired and irritable, but making an effort to be civil to his fellow researchers and technicians. With hardly a word exchanged, he donned the SCUBA suit and proceeded to the high-pressure testing tank.
Not five minutes later he knew something was very wrong.
The chatter in his ear comm revolved around the nanites that repaired and maintained the SCUBA suit; these had malfunctioned and, unable to distinguish between the suit and Trent's body, were diligently destroying any biomatter they came upon and replacing it with synthetic substance.
Trent's death took over an hour.
When the nanites were through, floating in the tank was a sentient inorganic being infused with what little remained of Trent's consciousness. To date, neither he nor MTL know his full capabilities, but continued research and programming have greatly expanded the originally documented specs.
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Paulo Ehekahine. Troublemaker, rebel, vandal, archer. Troubled childhoods may be the product of circumstance and random unfortunate coincidences; but to be given the opportunity to wreak serious havoc, it takes an inheritance. In Paulo's case, it was a bow, presumably handed down through untold generations as far back as Japanese feudalism.
Paulo couldn't have cared less.
He took the bow with every intention of pawning it for as much as he could — but the moment he took it out of its case at the pawn shop, he knew. Spirits really were bound to the bow: one spirit to guide his hand, six spirits to aid him. Too bad he was not the responsible Hawaiian teenager his ancestors had hoped he would be.
How he ended up in the Ziggurat he refuses to tell, but he seems awfully satisfied about it.
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Kishu-sama • Negoro-sama • Saika-sama
Tarao-dono • Rigyoku-dono
Akiba-ue
Kyu-jomon
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Nothing wrong with a little moonshine, right? A still, a few bottles, a sack of hops and all that stuff. Well, that went fine for a while. But then it wasn't enough. The guys wanted something stronger. OK, I hunted up a few ingredients to toss in the soup. It wasn't half bad, maybe a little too bitter. BUt then it wasn't enough either. So I went all out. I can't tell you what it was; a guy's got to keep some secrets. But I'll tell you this: when you throw it in the still, don't, for Pete's sake, don't ever, EVER let Tocko near while it's cooking. He'll blow it up. He did mine, and look what it did to me.
Funny thing is, the guys still take a swig now and then of the stuff. Even call it Oscar's Special. Sheesh.
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- Timothy “T Boy” Young • Carlos “Slim Chaz” Puentes • Andrew X. “Ax-L-Red” Wong
- Peter “McGrunge” McGroom • Wayland “DragonZ” Kavitz
Sean “Mack” Glass
Oscar's homies
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Kttk’tkttk is one very frustrated alien. Underequipped, underinformed, and under fire, a subversive T’kkt’zt’k faction flung him to Earth on a mission of conquest. Arriving only to find that the Rikti had already put the place on high alert was the last straw. Abandoning all allegiances, he simply uses his innate ability to cobble electroanimated constructs from whatever junk is lying around to take his frustrations out on any hapless Earthlings that get in his way.
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Tzt-kttk • Zkk-tzzz • Kzk-kkzz
Zztz-k’k
Z’t-tkk
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Zap.
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Triumph
Victory
Virtue characters are on the Virtueverse wiki, where they belong. :3
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