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Alias: Elixir
Real Name: Nick Dawson
Genre: Superhero
Powers/Special Skills: able to heal the wounds and sicknesses of others
Special Weapons/Tools/Armor: none
Affiliations: N-Force
Other Aliases: none
Status: semi-active
Bio:
Nick’s ability to heal other people with his hands comes with no offensive abilities, so most of the time he works at Caligo Regional Hospital as a physician. But on occasion he is called into the fray by his friends on the team N-Force.Pictures:
Alias: The Element
Real Name: Mark McBane
Genre: Superhero
Powers/Special Skills: able to mimic the composition of any element
Special Weapons/Tools/Armor: none
Affiliations: none
Other Aliases: none
Status: active
Bio:
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Alias: Electromagnus
Real Name: Edward Zolnick
Genre: Supervillain
Powers/Special Skills: magnetokinesis, electrokinesis
Affiliations: none
Other Aliases: none
Status: at large
Bio:
Dr. Edward Zolnick sat at his desk in the darkness of the laboratory. Tears cascaded down his weathered face, which carried a look of complete hopelessness. His wife’s letter, spelling out her years long love affair with her co-worker and requesting a divorce lay on the desk before him. He had read it several times, hoping each time that it would say something, anything but the cold words she had written.He turned on the lights in his private lab. Metal parts lay strewn around the room, shapes oddly resembling human body parts. Edward knew his robot prototype would never be built. He had lost the will to continue his work. He wiped his eyes and picked up a mechanical arm.
The plans for the robot had been to give it the ability to absorb and store electrical energy and convert it to magnetic energy, giving the machine the ability to lift and transport huge machines effortlessly.
Edward sighed and pulled open the bottom drawer of his desk. There, lying unopened since four years ago, was a bottle of Scotch he’d been saving for a special occasion. He sniffed and unscrewed the top, tilting it up to his mouth and taking a long swallow. It burned going down, but for some reason he welcomed the sting. It was a feeling that was better than the deep depression he was feeling. He took three more gulps and the bottle was half empty.
Edward looked back at the arm and laughed. It was ridiculous, his dream of creating a self-supporting entity from scratch. He had no idea how he could make it think for itself. It would need a human influence no matter what. He held it up to his own arm. Having built the machine based on his own dimensions, it was the same length and width. What if…
No, that could never work. He took another swig of Scotch.
But maybe. And maybe, he could bring about justice to the two people who had destroyed him. The other man. And his wife. Mostly his wife, who couldn’t keep her legs closed no matter what he tried to do to please her.
The anger rose as he drank the last of the Scotch. Soon it would erupt. His mind was racing with thoughts, ideas, visions of death and vengeance.
He ripped apart the robot parts and modified them to fit on his own body. He could control them himself, use his own intellect to use the energy of the suit.
He stood from his chair, staggered with his inebriation, caught himself, and strapped on the equipment. It fit perfectly. He stumbled to the window, where dark clouds had filled the night sky. He looked out, and there, just two miles away, he saw the lights of his house. Thunder rumbled, loud enough to frighten him. It was closer than he thought.
A bolt of lightning leaped through the window and slammed into Edward as he stood there. He flew across the room and landed awkwardly on a filing cabinet.
But he had sustained no damage from the streak of electricity. No physical damage, that is. The suit had absorbed all of the lightning bolt, but the electricity had done something to Edward’s mind, driving him instantly insane. He stood, eyes wide, and raised his hands. Paper clips from his desk quivered and then rose a foot into the air. His stapler flew across the room and shattered his computer monitor. The filing cabinet tipped over and then slid across the room to stop at his feet.
This power is mine, he thought. I am in control.
He smiled and walked from the lab and down the stairs. Ink pens followed him, floating through the air just behind him. He walked out the front door of Brainstorm industries and began his slow walk home.
They would pay for their deceit.
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Alias: Electric Eel
Real Name: Conner Heery
Genre: Supervillain
Powers/Special Skills: electricity generation
Special Weapons/Tools/Armor: metall-linked whip
Affiliations: Sinister Society
Other Aliases: none
Status: at large
Bio:
Conner’s body naturally creates strong electrical charges. However, he is unable to shoot this energy from his hands. He therefore requires a conductive object in order to electrocute his enemies. To avoid having to use close-in combat by actually laying his hands on them, the Eel fashioned himself a whip composed of metal links. With this weapon, he is able to shock his victims from a usually safe distance. He is a member of the Sinister Society.Pictures:
Alias: The Electric Dragon
Real Name: Scott Goodman
Genre: Supervillain
Powers/Special Skills: can generate and control a form of purple electricity
Special Weapons/Tools/Armor: none
Affiliations: The Gauntlet
Other Aliases: none
Status: at large
Bio:
Scot was born with his mutant power, though it lay dormant until he hit puberty, already in a very rebellious stage. Eager to get what he wanted without having to work for it, Scott began a long crime spree, simply taking what he wanted when he wanted it. He was confronted by the Defenders, a superhero team, just as they were set upon by a shadowy villain group called the Gauntlet. Scott was able to escape with the Gauntlet, and thus he became known as the Electric Dragon.Pictures:
Name: The Elder
Genre: Cosmic Being
Powers/Special Skills: omnicience, vast cosmic power
Affiliations: Council of Sol
Other Aliases: none
Status: n/a
Bio:
Since his ascension into being, the Elder has been known by no other name. He is the head of the cosmic Council of Sol, a group of cosmic beings who regulate activity in our solar system. Though they are loathe to do it, the council sometimes must step in to ensure that the natural balance is kept.Pictures:
Alias: Eightball
Real Name: Donald Gorn
Genre: Supervillain
Powers/Special Skills: none
Special Weapons/Tools/Armor: billiards-themed weapons
Affiliations: none
Other Aliases: none
Status: incarcerated
Bio:
He never had much of a chance. Eightball was a D-list villain who used a variety of billiards-themed gimmicks to pull of heists. He was quickly and easily apprehended by the substandard hero Parakeet. He is now living at Thorne Hill Mental Institution.Pictures:
Alias: Effigy
Real Name: Johann Krenstler
Genre: Supervillain
Powers/Special Skills: made of living fire
Special Weapons/Tools/Armor: none
Affiliations: none
Other Aliases: Black John
Status: at large
Bio:
Johann was one of the colonists in early America, but secretly he was a witch with much dark power. He was discovered one day and subsequently burned at the stake, earning him the nickname Black John. As his body was engulfed in flames, Johann swore an oath of vengeance on the descendants of the colonists. Hundreds of years later, he has gotten his wish. Allowed to leave Hell and roam free on Earth, Johann still burns with the fire that killed him. Though he has lost his other witch powers, he uses the living flame of his body to wreak havoc on the populace.Pictures:
