Archive for November 14th, 2010
#12 – Frankie James
Frankie James always dreamed of being a superhero. He grew up hearing about them on the radio and picked up his first comic about someone named Superman in 1938. He grew up eating his vegetables and drinking his milk. Growing up near the Big Apple, he often had dreams of fighting crime and perhaps living the good life in the process. In the mid 50’s he finally was given his chance when Ms. Daiyu sent her people out to his hometown near White Plains, NY to investigate this man of unusual strength and integrity. Frankie is now the class of the operations, suave, sophisticated, full of manners, and good cheer, he rarely sees a dark spot because he knows he has the power to fix it. Despite his incredibly good manners in most situations, Frankie grew up in a time when, well, lets just say, he’s a bit of a lady’s man.
#13 – Indra
Indra is known as the King of the Gods. Also War, Storms and Rainfall. In the Mythoscape, he leads a small group of Mounted lawmen called the Deva. They do they’re best to keep the peace, fighting off Shattered, Dark Gods and the occasional civillian who gets out of line. His ride is called Airavata and Indra almost never comes down. Helps him feel like he’s king of the mountain.
#14 The Taurus
The Zodiac Follows the Triads to a China shop store front… it only seemed appropriate to Unleash the feral Taurus on the evil gang.
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#13 – Special Agent Caplan
Special Agent Caplan worked in the Seattle office until a bizarre case resulted in an accident that blinded him in his right eye. He resigned from working on the field and put his forensic expertise to work in the lab until the case re-opened a decade later. Now he’s back on the street chasing down the murderous monster that attacked him all those years ago.
#13_Otr
Otr could change into an any form, and used to spend his days in the shape of an otter, greedily eating fish. Otr was slain accidentally by Loki. Hreidmar demanded a large weregild for Ótr’s death, namely to fill Otr’s skin with yellow gold, and to then cover it entirely with red gold. When the skin was covered, one whisker was still protruding, forcing Loki to give up the ring Andvarinaut to hide it. The ring had been stolen from, and cursed by, the fish-dwarf Andvari.
#14 Siamese Ninja
Cletus and Clyde. The inseparable duo. They don’t look anything alike but they are brothers.Trained in quatro Mano style fighting techniques and Members of the secret Ninja scrabble society . These two sure footed twins back each other up flawlessly . Whether it be about a word challenge or hand to hand combat these brothers know where its at. Cletus is the out going one. Often can be found in his down time hanging out in the local clubs and dating Playboy bunnies. Clyde is a more soft spoken shy individual who likes to spend his time alone collecting comic books and building model airplanes.
Recently employed by an evil dictator the brothers ninja have been correcting grammar and kicking ass all over the globe.
#12 Cubo Janes
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#14 Undercover Brother
the only brother in the monastary sporting a pair of wing tips. part of the MONKies
#11 Gritzfalde
Gritzfalde is, well, a demon. He’s adventurous and headstrong and has a touch of a problem with authority figures ordering him around, which is somewhat problematic considering the underworld is ruled by bureaucratic regime which can only be described as Vogonesque. Gritzfalde has met his intellectual and spiritual match in Angel (see post #10).
(Gritzfalde and Angel are inspired by friends of mine.)
#3 – The Hypnotist
Not exactly a villain – but not really nice. She gets whatever she wants – when she wants. A victim of her “charm” has been quoted as saying, “I am a relatively bright guy, but when I saw these big boobs – I lost my mind!”
#10 Angel
Angel is a kind, gentle soul whose graceful, caring nature is infectious. She looks like the other angels on the outside, but she has a tendency to crave just a little bit of danger. Angel travels to the beat of her own drum and has managed to find the kind of true love that evades most of us in her partner, Gritzfalde, even though the two of them are from completely different worlds (see post #11).
(Angel and Gritzfalde are inspired by friends of mine.)
Day# 11 – Ahayre Revulzane, Wyrm-Wizard
Ahayre Revulzane was once a human wizard. Well… as human as any young wizard in his first thousand years of existance could be. And like most young wizards he was vain, arrogant, and decidedly enamoured of exciting brilliant clashing jiving jostling colours. So much so that he spent many of the latter decades perfecting the emotional abrasiveness of this art and then pouring this painful mix into all his spells and potions.
One final thing younger wizards love to do is what they call wooveewoo, which to a wizard is a strangely shortened form of “wizard versus wizard”, somewhat akin to what on the mortal plane was called peeveepee, fairly remotely you understand. One versus one, two versus two, all the way up to full combat armies that raided each other’s domains, for loot (usually gaudily coloured silk and baubles, as well as spells and potions).
This particular aspect of wizardry had somewhat passed Revulzane by, as he had his nose firmly in his own special delights, but one day it occurred to him that it might be time to show off his lovely brilliantly coloured self, as well as his less subtle spells to receive his due in admiration from the other wizards who were sure not only to envy him, but would bow to him in humiliation. Oh! Delicious! He would simply adore to splash round his lovely colours and in doing so climb to the top of the WooVeeWoo lists. He almost drooled at the imagined loot he would win.
But, there is an old wizards proverb that cautions the younglings to “not count their loot before the first spell has cast”. Of course no young wizard worth his mana would listen to an old fogey like that! And like the rest of those who would throw caution to the wind spirits, Wizard and mortal alike, one simply ends up learning the hard way. As Ahayre Revulzane did, the night he flew his conjured bird of paradise to the jousting grounds and challenged the lot to a Revulzane vs Them All, duel.
He did quite well too, did our Revulzane, out of five matches he was only down two, with two to go, but there had been a lot of grumbling about the garish-looking spells he used. In consequence, Revulzane grew angry and embittered. ( You realise of course that these WooVeeWoos could last half a century or more per match. And the other wizards were just getting plain sick and tired of the clashes and jives of colour with which Revulzane inevitably brandished his wands or cast his spells. It put them off their tea.) But it was when one, whom he saw as entirely beneath him, made up a new spell on the spot which turned all of the challenging wizard’s spells to greyscale that Revulzane “lost it”, as the vulgar mortals say. Never had the greatest of the young wizards, or so he thought himself, been so insulted!
Immediately and without thought, he conjured a gigantic green Wyrm who breathed rainbows at his antagonist, and melted him to a puddle of multicoloured inks.
There was a gasp of horror from the remaining WooVeeWoo-ers, and then a brooding silence fell upon them all. No one was more horrified than Ahayre Revulzane, for he knew he had broken not only a cardinal rule of WooVeeWoo, but also the code of wizardry itself. He was actually remorseful, which was not usually one of his characteristics, so that when the WC (Wizard’s Council) passed judgment upon him for his heinous impulsive act, he was allowed to keep some of his spells and the mana with which to cast them, but he was not only banished from Wizard Lair, but was made to reconjure the green Wyrm and was locked up inside it.
At first, he despaired. But then he found that he rather enjoyed being a dragon who breathed rainbows and who could at a whim cast spells at the mortals on the plane to which he had been banished. Pretty, colourful, agonisingly rapturously gaudy spells usually in the form of orbs that he could toss from a distance. He was only sorry that he hadn’t taken more thought when reducing that annoying wizard to inkspots (they’d managed to reconstitute him, but he would always carry multicoloured scars). If only he’d given it a pair of magnificent wings, then he would be a true Dragon instead of this inferior Wyrm form. Still, he could use his magic to lift him and to fly, though it left less for the spell casting. Really, he was sorry he’d lost his temper but this… this was living!
#9 Karynn
Karynn is a succubus unlike any other. Sure, she’s a female demon who seduces her victims into having killer sex, literally, just like any other succubus. However, unlike others of her kind, Karynn has a predilection for consuming her victims once she has had her way with them.
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