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#17 Rip Van Winkle 2

| November 19, 2011 | 0 Comments

Rip Van Winkle 2

Kyle Patton was born in the late 1800s. When he was a young man, he was kidnapped by aliens, experimented on and placed in suspended animation.

The suspended animation wasn’t perfect, so over the next 200 years he slowly aged. When he was finally released from alien captivity, he had aged to an old man, but the alien experimentation had given him enhanced senses and endurance.

Adopting the guise taken from a favorite story from his childhood, Kyle became Rip Van Winkle 2. Though struggling with a world 200 years more advanced than his own, Rip Van Winkle 2 became a hero, joining The Squadronnaires as a marksman.

Day 19- El Luchador

| November 19, 2011 | 0 Comments

Luchador

#19 Adam Nealson

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Adam Nealson is named after comic book legend Neal Adams.

Adam is an ordinary man in a ordinary world. After a long day of working as a writer for a magazine on popular culture, he suddenly took a nap. The moment he wakes up, he woke up to a future he didn’t expect. In fact, he woke up in the 25th century in the year 2401. He has to adjust to his new surroundings because an alien race is hunting him down for reasons unknown. now, he must strike against them and figure out how he got in the future and how to get back home.

Height: 6’0 Weight:220 lbs. Age: 31 Race:African American

Personality:Adam is confident, at times optimistic, able to hold he own in a situation.

 

#19 – Mutter Deutschland

| November 19, 2011 | 0 Comments

I’m adding this tonight in case I don’t get the chance tomorrow.

You see, it’s the Elves Faire tomorrow. And then in the evening it’s Coma Con – where my friend Javier Hernandez is premiering his new book, The Coma – a fantastic, Ditko-esque adventure through the mind.

Just in case I don’t get the chance…

But I’ll let you into a little secret – I’ve done more than 30 characters (I’m such a swot!) so I may post another tomorrow.

G’night all!

 

 

#17 – Hate Trick

| November 18, 2011 | 0 Comments

When in doubt, use a sports metaphor.

Hate Trick came up during the New York Comic Con, while I was walking the floor with my friend, writer Caleb Monroe. Puns are the lowest form of humor, remember that.

I like that he has henchmen…very 60’s Batman. Miss All-Star was created earlier in the year. Another funny tidbit is that last line about being Canadian. He’s my second Canadian villain. I love Canada, I have no idea why I keep doing that.

NOTE: I’m using Hero-O-Matic (aka Fabrica De Herois) to create my characters. If you’re a writer who can’t draw (like me!), you might want to try it!

#20 Brainstorm

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Brainstorm

Brainstorm

#19 Epiphany

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Epiphany

Epiphany

Day 18: Wood Nymph

| November 18, 2011 | 0 Comments

Danish photographer Gabi Sorensen led an average life doing session pieces for magazine ads and department store catalogs.  All that changed when her and 4 others accross the globe were abducted by aliens, had proceedures performed upon them and returned to their point of departure with no concious memory of what occured.  Within 24 hours all 5 individuals including Gabi, began manifesting strange powers.  Gabi found she could transmute herself and control plantlife of all types and varieties.  Her with 3 others were approached by a man named Abrey Carlisle, who himself was kidnaped by the same alien race in the 1960’s, and given strange powers as well.  He was part of a band of costumed avengers of similar origins of that time period known as THE PHANTOM FIVE, and went by the name Achillies.  Achillies by now was the soul survivor of this group, and through cercumstance, formed a new team with this group, for a series of new adventures, each adopting codenames with Gabi taking on the codename WOOD NYMPH…

#16 Co-Pilot

| November 18, 2011 | 0 Comments

Co-Pilot

A powerless youth, Co-Pilot was Squadron Leader’s sidekick in the early days of his career.

Co-Pilot’s career began when he “borrowed” a jet pack designed by Dr. Omnibus and helped save Squadron Leader’s life.

Sadly, Co-Pilot’s career was short lived. After only 4 years of working with Squadron Leader, Co-Pilot died in a tragic accident.

#15 The Grackle

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The Grackle

Daughter of Squadron Leader, The Grackle inherited her father’s ability to fly, but not his patriotism and desire to help society.

Instead, The Grackle uses her flight power to steal. A skilled and compulsive thief, she has become one of the most successful burglars in the world. Attracted to shiny, expensive things, The Grackle’s heists rarely come to the attention of The Squadronnaires or the U.N.S.C.E.N.E.

#14 Sara Starcrash

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Sara Starcrash

From the year 1999 in an alternate dimension, Sara Starcrash was intending to travel to her world’s past to prevent a cataclysm. During one of The Squadronnaires’ battles with Rhett Khan, she was accidentally pulled into our dimension in what would be considered her future.

Despite switching dimensions and moving forward in time, Sara is still convinced that she is in the past and needs to prevent the coming cataclysm. To help her cause, Sara joined the Squadronnaires.

An experienced space adventurer, Sara constantly wears a helmet to ensure that she can breath the air in the time period she considers to be the distant past.

#19 – Kali Bodhisattva, Slayer of Monsters

| November 18, 2011 | 0 Comments

Excerpt from Dark Star Rising: Kali summoned her spirit swords and began the ritual dance of power. Tapping the energies unique to this plane, she bound its power to hers. She felt the lives of The People, and their rage at the creature that destroyed them. She felt their need to lash out, but also their impotence since they are deceased and can no longer affect the world. Her dance said that they could.

They listened.

The portal had been open for some time. She remained peripherally aware of it as the spirits of the dead came to her and followed her dance, each lending its tiny essence to what she was, a goddess of destruction and creation, a goddess of Time and Space. They sensed her kinship to all things in creation and were at peace.

The portal was rent asunder as the Other suddenly arrived, and the two power-mad creatures tapped the energies of this plane and dozens of others nearby for their conflict. They ignored her and closed the gateway while their battle continued.

“Our deal is done. Release me.”

“Germ gods are in no position to make demands. We have our quarry, and we will use you to get back to your world once we have had our revenge.”
“You will stay with us.”
“We will be free of this place. We taste your world on him. It is to our liking.”

Their conflict was so terrible, nearby shard realms of existence were destroyed as they moved their battle through dimensions. Kali realized this creature never had any intention of letting them go home. That was why she told Shango to leave. She had no intention of staying.

Turning to the gathered spirits she raised her arms and shouted to them, “You seek revenge. Only Kali Yuga can give you that. So I release her to you. Gain your revenge!”

Kali’s dance moved faster, her four arms became eight, and she directed the energy of her death magic through the souls of those damned to be in this place, and they reflected her.

Her spirit blades appeared in their hands . And this happened again and again until there were hundreds of her and the contagion continued, spreading until there were thousands. Each shone with a dark energy that disrupted the very air around them. Slowly they rose into the air and their spirit blades sang out their song of retribution and revenge for their unjust deaths thousands of years before. Tiny stars of black fire began to arc through the air.

The gathered spirits by the thousands turned their energy toward the ancient gods locked in battle. They were not aware of the dark stars surrounding them. Each deity was consumed with its hatred of the other.

The crazed tentacled god bound his brethren in a smoky embrace. The dark invader sliced away tentacle after tentacle, even as new ones replaced them. Their struggle destroyed the remnants of the great civilization around them as if they were nothing more than tissue in the path of a hurricane.

Then lead by Kali, the People exacted their revenge. Each hurled itself at the Great Old Ones. Their fiery trail slashed through tentacles and Dark God alike, and their screams of rage were palpable. Once ignored by the Great Old Ones, but no more. Now their rage was given form and a world quaked as bound spirits rose up against their slayer.

Kali Yuga smiled and continued her dance as the sky lit up by the fiery stars of souls enraged. And the Dark Gods knew fear.

First Appearance: Kali Bodhisattva and her more formidable forms appears for the first time in my short story Dark Star Rising. In that story, she is the divine avatar of Kali on Earth and is a member of a renegade superhero group called the Paragons. She is one of the Paragon’s big guns with physical prowess, magical abilities and terrifying powers. Beloved and feared, she is considered one of the most powerful protectors of their world and is married to the other divine member of that group, Shango the Thunderer. She also appears in my novel Equinox, The Last Scion.

About the Artist: Peter Mohrbacher, known by his handle of One-Vox on  deviantART, is a professional artist, and the creator of the strange and beautiful picture called Mercy seen above. When I went to see what the picture was about, at his new site www.wipnation.com, I found the picture had gone through a variety of transformations before stabilizing in the form you see now. I was looking for a picture of Kali but most had her looking too cartoony or a bit too much like a religious icon. This had the most serious appearance with a touch of other-worldliness I was looking for. Mercy is a seriously scary image.

#18 – Umbra – Defender of the Equinox

| November 18, 2011 | 0 Comments

Umbra

“Get up, boy.” His voice was rough, like a heavy smoker, husky with a slight country twang. “Get up, we have to go now. Where is your father?”

“He didn’t make it. Who the hell are you?” I tried to sound tougher than I was. Then I threw up. He moved.

“It will burn all night. The Light makes for fine kindling. Gives us cover.” He wore a black trenchcoat made from some strangely slick matte-black leather. It was thick, coarse and had a weird animal smell. His clothes were hard to make out as if they defied my ability to focus on them. His shoes were a serviceable boot with hard metal studs all the way to the kneecap. “Get it out, because in two minutes we will be in the wind.” The firefighters gathered around the fire were not having any luck putting out the fires.

“They have my governess. My father said I had to find her.” I started to feel a bit better.

“I don’t care two bits about your nanny. Your father called me and told me to come and get you. I got you. My job is to keep you alive. You are my priority now.”

I did not appreciate his tone. I grabbed his jacket and pulled myself to my feet. I leaned in close. “She is the closest thing I have to a family. I don’t know you and couldn’t give a damn about what your job is. So you help me or I will do this by myself.” My chest hurt but I could feel this strange power trying to gather itself.

“Alright, there is no need for that kind of talk. Do you have anything that belongs to her?” I thought about it and reached into the holster on my hip.

“This was hers.” He took off his jacket and threw it to the ground.

“Give me that.” He snatched the gun from my hand and released the clip. Then he threw the gun on the jacket. I watched him move his hands and with a ritual movement he touched his jacket. It became dark, shrouded in shadow and then the shadow stood. It had the shape of an alligator or crocodile, low to the ground long and masked completely in shadow. Except for its exceptionally white teeth. The gun was in front of it and it was sniffing the gun. It turned as if to smile, showing off its teeth floating in a shadow body, then it shot off into the dark. “If she’s still here, he will find her.”

“What do we do in the meantime?”

“We hope they don’t find us first. How much do you know?”

“About what?”

“The Life, boy. How much did your father tell you?”

“Nothing he didn’t have to. Which was basically nothing at all.”

“Did you get any schooling at all?”

“Yes, I got plenty of education, can speak a dozen languages, can use basic magic signs and sigils. I can fly anything, drive anything, fix anything and shoot anything.”

“Okay, so you’re not a complete idiot.”

“Are you going to tell me what is going on?”

“Eventually, but now is not the time. I reloaded your gun. Do not shoot unless I tell you so. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Let’s go. He’s found something.”

“Your jacket?”

“Yeah, kid, my jacket.”

We ran out of the alley away from the fire and the only home I would ever likely care about. Once we got to the street we didn’t run but maintained a brisk pace as we headed toward the local boulevard. I could feel the tension draining out of me and I felt suddenly tired.

“You know, I don’t even know your name.”

“Umbra, kid. Keep up, pay attention. If you see anything out of the corner of your eye, you tell me, right quick.”

“Okay, Mister Umbra.” He pulled up short and turned toward me. He towered over me and looked me in the eyes. His eyes, previously hidden under his hat were suddenly visible. There was nothing but darkness in them. No iris, no sclera, just an sense of a never-ending night with tiny glimmerings of light.

“Umbra, no mister, no title. Just Umbra. I know you are working with a lot of stress and handicaps right now but I need you to focus. You are a man now, and you are one of us. We don’t take titles, we don’t use ’em. We have our name and that is the most important thing about us. Your father was Equinox. And now, that is your name. Whatever he used to call you is not important.”

He turned and kept walking up the street, focused on something far away. “He didn’t used to call me anything but Boy. I think I may have had a name we used when we introduced ourselves but it changed every time we changed towns.”

I was about to say something else when I saw it. There was a flickering in the corner of my eye. When I turned my head, I couldn’t see anything, but as soon as I stopped looking at it, I felt a distinct awareness of something on the side of my vision. The boulevard was almost completely quiet, with only a few people coming home from their night jobs, heads down, focused on getting home.

“Umbra…”

“Good, you saw them. Get ready, they are surrounding us. She is up ahead and still fighting.” In this section of the Bronx there was an overhead train system and there were pillars of steel holding the train above the city streets. I was able to ride the trains a few times. It was noisy but fun. There was a station ahead and she was still alive fighting there, but I could not see her, directly, only sense her. No one else seem to see or hear her either.

“You can’t see them can you?” He stared at me and then grabbed my head. He turned it left, than right, looking into my eyes. “You have not had it long enough.” He turned and bent over to pick up his alligator-cum-jacket. “Put this on. Its the only way you will be of any use to me. Don’t take it off for any reason.”

I gripped the jacket like I expected it to come to live in my hands, but it seemed to have returned to its jacket state, inert and still creepy. As I slid into it, I noticed its coldness, its seemed to suck away my heat and sweat and re-sized itself to fit my much smaller proportions. It was only then I noticed how big Umbra was. I was also aware, I could no longer see anyone on the street. Okay, that wasn’t true. I couldn’t easily see anyone on the street. It was if I was seeing them through a gossamer veil.

“Stop gawking. Get your head in the game.” With just a few more seconds. I became aware of them. Then I wondered how I could have missed them. They were massive, much bigger than the things that attacked the house. They had that same alien feeling about them, but they did not have wings. They made up for that by having two sets of arms. They were also surprisingly fast, much faster than their size would have you think. Their bodies had that same luminescent mother-of-pearl look to them and they did not have any kind of clothing, armor or weapons, save their wickedly clawed arms; all four of them.

Then I saw her; Ms. Hart. She was beautiful. And she was still fought with the creatures. She wore a silver body suit, similar to the one she trained me in. While she had it on, she was faster and stronger than she had any right to be. I had never seen her as fast and as deadly as she was tonight. I realized she was always taking her time with me. She could have destroyed me, at any time during out training

She looked tired. She was covered in blood, some bright red, some black. The blood of the creatures splashed on a nearby shadow person and they dissolved into a green and gaseous cloud, accompanied by a baleful scream of sheer terror.

She was using a metal shod spear made of the same shiny silver, with a blade at the tip and whipped it around her slicing away the limbs of the much larger creatures. But the loss of an arm did not seem to incapacitate them as well as I thought it should. But they were not asking me. I would have suggested rolling around on the ground.

She saw us approaching and instead of looking relieved she appeared to be far more angry. Her rage cost three of the glowing giants their heads. She vaulted over their bodies she strode toward us as the creatures used her break to completely surround us.

“What do you think you are doing?” Her voice was sharp like a knife.

“Rescuing you,” I began.

“You stupid boy, I lead them away so you could escape.” Her emphasis seemed to focus her will. Her words cut me. Literally. A slash opened on my cheek. Using my sleeve, I wiped away my blood and her rage. Where Umbra’s jacket touched, the injury was just as easily healed. But it hurt.

“And you, you ought to know better.” Her gaze fell on Umbra, who lit a cigarette and apparently ignored her.

The circle closed around us. The giants began to move toward us, a light in their eyes. The streets were clear, and a chill wind blew past me. I drew my pistol.

“Feel free to shoot any time, kid.” He blew out his match.

Equinox © Thaddeus Howze 2011. All Rights Reserved [@ebonstorm]

#17 Hadron Collider

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G. Brett Williams #17 – Simon Simeon

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Simon Simeon – Simon Simeon is the teacher in charge of teaching students how to react to and handle anthropomorphic animal threats in the field. He was the product of an experiment by Nazi super-scientist Arnold von Schrect during WWII. Von Schrect experimented with mind control and advancing brain functions on primate specimens, mostly gorillas. Simon was by far his greatest achievement and his only notable success, showing a significant increase in brain activity, essentially evolving to human level intelligence. Von Schrect took Simon as his assistant in the lab and, unaware of the terrible things the Nazi war machine was doing (or unconcerned. He was an ape after all.) Simon was happy. After the war, the Russians overran Von Schrect’s lab and liberated his experiments. For the next few decades Simon would work, as a captive, on Soviet super and fringe science programs. He grew to loathe his human overlords over time, daydreaming about how he could crush them if only he could get his hands on their puny human skulls. To comfort himself, he spent the majority of his time perfecting Von Schrect’s data to create for himself a menagerie of antrhopomorphic animal friends. He was at the forefront of science in that field, which mattered little to the Russians since you couldn’t destroy American cities by launching talking dogs and hamsters at them. So, in a show of good will toward the collapse of the Soviet Union, the Russians released Simon into the custody and care of the American government. The Americans didn’t give a damn. They gave Simon a medal, a lab somewhere in the middle of nowhere and $100,000, then sent him on his way. Simon soon realized that a hundred grand wasn’t going to last him very long. He used the money to get a quaint home for he and his animal companions. When things became really lean he began looking for work and found it, quite sadly, in the only place that was willing to hire a former Gorilla super-scientist; the institute. He’s a gorilla, so he looks like, well, a big ol’ gorilla. He wears tiny glasses, a lab coat complete with ID badge and pocket protector, and some Hawaiian print shorts to cover his manhood. He is gruff and resentful, his class is tedious and difficult and he spends the majority of his time telling the students how he’d like to crush each of their skulls. Which of course he’d never actually do.

#18 Sage

| November 18, 2011 | 0 Comments

Sage is a futuristic arcana (my term for magic) wielder.  rare indeed, but she has mastered a more “earthy” type of magic.  Animal summoning, Nature manipulating, etc.

#18 Jokull Alfarson

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Jokull Alfarson

Jokull was raised by the proud ice tribes of the northerm wastes, but he was always an outsider. They said that his father was a human explorer who had lived with them for a time and who had bewitched his mother. In any case, Jokull only had his mother, and the other children of the tribe treated him like an unwanted sibling. Even no, he became one of the best students of the village shaman, and learned better than any other how to summon the spirits of the earth and the demons of the ice. When he was old enough, he left the tribe and wandered far and wide until he met the only woman who seemed as alone as him, Jazmi Uruka, whom he now calls his strength, his reason and his queen.

 

 

17 – Mantropolis

| November 18, 2011 | 7 Comments

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THE STORY STARTS HERE!

… continued from Character #16, The Forbiddenaut…

… MANTROPOLIS, the Living City!

The bizarre events surround some of Earth’s super humans like forests uprooting themselves and attacking, magnified microscopic monstrosities and entire lakes disappearing set the bar for surreal circumstances pretty high.  Everyone was still caught off guard, however, when Static City, Washington went on a walkabout.

Civil engineer and city planner William Walker had grand ideas for his hometown of Static City.  Ambitious ideas severely limited by his department’s budgetary allotment and, to be honest, physics.  Walker was called to the site of some routine work on the sewer system below the streets at the heart of the city where workers uncovered a strange metal wall with “funny markings.”  Walker assumed that a portion of the tunnel had been tagged by some gang or another.  Upon seeing the wall and the intricately cut markings, Walker rescinded his initial thoughts and put his hand to the only colored marking.

The workers present would later recall how Walker seemingly merged with the wall without making the slightest sound, like it was meant to happen.  Walker and the wall were one.  The sewage tunnel began to shake and the previously smooth structure of the wall distorted into a caricatured effigy of Walker that bellowed “THE CITY IS MINE!”

Chaos ensued as Walker’s consciousness took control of Static City, from the ground up.  Walker rearranged the buildings and architectural elements to mirror his greatest fantasies.  City law enforcement could do nothing to stop the god-like Walker.  The government dispatched Gold Gladiator and War-Dove to deal with the tumultuous town.  While searching for the source of the urban upheaval, the heroes ran afoul of a mob of Murder Men who were taking advantage of the chaos for their own nefarious activities.

Walker did not want the people of his city injured.  He just wanted the cancerous Murder Men gone from his new body.  Walker refocused and aided the married heroes, ousting the criminals from his system.  The gangsters weren’t going to go quietly and they revealed their secret weapon, a small thermonuclear device.  In his rage to rid the Murder Men, Walker lifted the city onto moveable limbs.

The timely arrival of the Man of the Moon saved the city-man and his population.  After expelling the device and its unfortunate Murder Man bearer, the lunar protector explained that Walker found what was known as a “civilization engine” and was used by trans-universal settlers hundreds of thousands years ago to power their city-ships in their search for new worlds.

In the end, the Walker/city fused being was allowed to exist, under the watchful eye of the government and anyone who wanted to live there was allowed to in the newly dubbed MANTROPOLIS!

This ancient extraterrestrial artifact was only the world’s first, publicly known interaction with the larger universe.  While the civilization engine-powered Mantropolis was, ultimately, a rather benign encounter with alien intelligence, a much more violent introduction to the life beyond our solar system came in the form of…

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#18 – Lady Infantry

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Sweet-heart to the forces!

 

 

#18 Gipper

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Gipper

An Army brat, Mitch Gipper never knew one place that he could call home.

He was always the new kid, and as such, he was always getting himself into fights.

His father was a Combatives instructor who taught his son the basics in self-defense. In time, he became an instructor of Combatives as well upon entering the Army.

After a tour of duty overseas, Gipper found himself in the middle of a fight between a pair of soldiers on opposing sides. He beat the opposing soldier to submission, but instead of being thanked, his fellow soldier felt humiliated and challenged Gipper to a fight.

Gipper manhandled his opponent, but conflicting reports from his superiors (who was close to the family of the beaten soldier) forced a trial for an immediate court-martial and a dishonorable discharge. Although cleared of all charges against him, Gipper did receive an honorable discharge from the Army and reentered civilian life.

Nowhere to go, he found himself in the world of mixed-martial arts where he became one of the world’s most dangerous fighters.

That moniker brought him fame and fortune as well as the attentions of a mysterious promoter who signed him to compete in a tournament unlike any other where he’ll get whatever his heart desires.

Gipper doesn’t want money. He has enough. He doesn’t want fame. He gets mobbed everywhere he goes.  He wants vindication and to be considered the world’s greatest fighter.

And he just might be.

Gipper: (C) & TM Jeff Harris dba Studio Lightcount.

#11 The Bottomless Pit

| November 18, 2011 | 0 Comments

Amy Bourque has a hole in her stomach that she can pull anything she imagines out of it. It all started in 1998 for really no reason. The hole just started growing out of her belly button and stopped widening a week after it began. No real reason or explanation was ever concluded. She currently lives in Hawaii and gives money to the Jimmy Fund and the MSPCA.

# 10 Biff “The Skull” Kingsly

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Local Champion Surfer Biff Kingsly may have had acid dumped on his head by the local crime boss Ted Grammar, but he still know how to party!

18 – Koku of the Ninja Bros. by Beausephus+Son

| November 18, 2011 | 0 Comments

CHARACTER NAME:  Koku, of the Ninja Brothers

 

DATE OF CREATION: Summer 2011

 

CONCEPT:  ”Koku si the big brother ninja and he looks after his family and protects them from the evil ninjas.  he’s really good with his swords and can do really scary ninja tricks.”

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So when the mood strikes my son (and that is quite often) and he wants to make up “superguys”, “superdudes”, “supermans”… I pull out a bunch of templates I made for him and he picks out everything from the style of boots to the color scheme of the various costume options presented before him.  I then draw quick sketch, and he edits, adds, etc…  I then draw up the character and he hangs them in his room…if they meet his ultimate judgement.  Then I make him come up with a story for each character.

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THE NINJA BROTHERS is a story that my son started to tell me one night before bedtime.  Perhaps in an attempt to put off the impending lights-out, the story of three long-lost brothers became almost epic in its proportions spreading out over a few evenings and interweaving all of his interests  – superheroes, spies, ninjas, and magic.

KOKU is the eldest of the three NINJA BROTHERS.  He takes his role as the self-perceived head of the family very seriously.  “He’s like Cyclops [of the X-Men] who is always mad at people because he is the boss.”  Koku is very focused- to the point of disconnect with reality and at times, the family and townspeople he has sworn to protect.  When he and his younger brother BIRQ began to train in the mystic arts of the ninja, he never doubted for a second that they would be able to rescue STINGUT, their baby brother, from the clutches of the evil ninja master who controlled almost every aspect of the lives of the people in the town they lived in.  Koku is loyal and determined.  There is no doubt that he is a master swordsman and an imposing physical and mystic threat for one so young, but his driving ambition often blinds him to the simple pleasures of a life he is so determined to protect that he almost doesn’t realize what he is fighting for.

Koku, like Birq and Stingut, is highly skilled at hand to hand combat and mystic ninja magic.  He is renowned as a swordsman and his homemade weapons are rumored to be enchanted.  Like all of his brothers, he carries a magic short sword in addition to the rest of his well-honed bladed arsenal.

 

Thanks for checking out our stuff, my son is very excited to share his ideas with everyone here.

 

#14 Oyster Harvester

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We’ve all heard the saying “the world is your oyster.” Well, meet the Oyster Harvester. Posing as a high school guidance counselor, Floyd Meddleson spends his days stealing the potential of the teenagers he’s paid to help. The costume is just for home use.

#18 Springer

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Springer, like Acrobat, a parkour fanatic and wanted to be a hero. He jumps, runs, and leaps into all situations and use the environment as his own playground in the name of justice.

His real name is Manuel Acevedo, a part time worker with two jobs and a adventure driven  junkie looking for something to do.

Height: 5’7 weight:223 lbs. Age:24

Personality:

Courageous, determined, a smart alec.

#16 – The Widowmaker (GWP)

| November 17, 2011 | 4 Comments

I hate that I’m a day behind. And I hate that I have no idea what’s next.

This is the last of my Galaxy Wrestling Pro characters. It only figures that I’d have a “monster” type in there (like the Undertaker or Kane). Thing about him is he’s the most human of all the Earthlings. He takes the mask off, the character is kept for the arena. When the match is over, and he gets backstage, he is just himself. The others…they are always on. ‘Maker is all business when the cameras are rolling. He desperately wants to get back home to his family.

NOTE: I’m using Hero-O-Matic (aka Fabrica De Herois) to create my characters. If you’re a writer who can’t draw (like me!), you might want to try it!

Tomorrow…a surprise for all of us!

#18 Pixel

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Pixel

Pixel

#17 The Phenom

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The Phenom

The Phenom

#16 – Cobra

| November 17, 2011 | 0 Comments

Jason To is the only good cop left in a city filled with bad cops.

It all started when Johnny Law came to town. Up to that point, the Triads had been more than happy to keep a low profile and to simply avoid the police as much as possible. “Too much hassle, not enough money” they used to day. Johnny Law didn’t believe in keeping a low profile, or in keeping appearances. He also didn’t care much for the law. Once he obtained control of the drug trade, he began a very public and bloody war against the police. Family’s were slaughtered and displayed on the streets; officers were taken out of their patrol cars and beaten senseless in the best of cases. In the worst of cases, they were maimed or disfigured.

Cops and detectives began quitting left and right. And the people that was coming in and replacing them were clearly already in Johnny Law’s pocket. He had crippled them, humiliated them and now pretended to turn them into their servants. But they were still people inside the department who believed in the letter of the law. People like Jason To and his partner Lei Wu. Together, they brought together every clean cop left in the force and formulated a slow but safe plan to put Law and his goons behind bars.

It took them months of planning and preparing, finding just the right opportunity, until it finally presented itself. And it would have worked. The drugs were there, Johnny Law and his people were there, the Czech smugglers were there. However, Law’s crooked cops were there too. They had all been warned of their plan by one of their own. A rookie cop who’s daughter had been killed in the slaughters, and had sold his brothers in arms under the promise that his family would not be harmed any further. Law thanked the rookie’s gesture with a bullet to the head. The rest of the cops were also mowed down. They were made to look by Law’s police as if they’d been the ones behind the drug smuggling, their names and reputations forever tarnished, as if death was not enough.

The only reason To survived was because he was protected of most of the bullets meant for him by his partner, Detective Wu. In his dreams he can still see him, dancing that epileptic death dance caused by the shrapnel entering your body. He woke up in a body bag, only half an hour after the massacre, while they were carrying them to the morgue. He managed to escape without being detected, but didn’t manage to make it very far. His wounds were still fatal. He was gonna die either way.

Fate decided to intervene that day and save To’s life in the form of a street bum who found him out lying on the streets and decided to help him. In a different life, he had been Li Fang, a brilliant surgeon who lost all will to live after his wife was killed during a gang shooting. He cared for To and managed to hide him until he recovered. But it didn’t matter that the bum had saved Jason’s life, the man who had been Jason To had died that night with the rest of his brothers. He felt cold and empty inside, and there was now a rage boiling in his gut that he couldn’t calm down no matter how much he tried.

It was in that moment that the creature who had once been Jason To renounced to everything he had once believed in: He renounced happiness, camaraderie, justice and mercy. If he was to bring Johnny Law and his corrupt police department down, he would have to renounce all of these things, for these things meant nothing o Johnny. He operated above them, and simply could not touch him. This creature stalks and continues stalking the lonely allies and seedy corners of the city. It is in every shadow, coming when least expected, guns a ‘blazing, its manic laugh chilling crooks and lowlifes to their core. It enjoys playing with them, especially Law’s little cops. It enjoys frightening them, chasing them and marking them, sending them back to Law so that he can know that it is out there and it will not rest. It wants Law to know that he created it, and that it will one day work his way up to him. And it will enjoy the journey.

Fang continues to be by his side, acting as his conscience and trying to bring out what little’s left of Jason To in order to contain the raging fury of the creature. But Jason To has lost all will to live. He’s a broken shell of a man. And the creature, Cobra, is ruthless, venomous and angry enough to continue living through all the pain and disappointment until he’s shed the blood of everyone it’s deemed guilty.

 

Hayward’s Reach – Tales of the Twilight Continuum

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A series of short stories told by the last survivor after an unseen cataclysm destroys the birthplace of Pan-Humanity and its attendant species. Glendale Mokoto, as a Scout of the Corvan Empire has time on his hands and uses it to study temporal records in which the entire history of Old Earth is embedded. In these tales Mokoto studies both the past and the future of Pan-Humanity, its allies and its enemies, and learns even in his current state of in-humanity, what it really means to be truly human.

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Thaddeus Howze

Science fiction and fantasy writer, technology consultant, polymath, creator of worlds, iconoclast, humanist.