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Name:Hatter
Affiliation: Unknown
Traits: -Carries around a deck of cards with several trick cards capable of exploding on impact, electrocution, and drawing blood.
-Carries a small staff capable of shooting bolts of energy
-Has some knowledge of self defence.
-Athletic
Info: Welcome to my wonderland. You may ask me any and all of your minds troubles but I cannot garuntee an answer *hehehe*
Who in the world am I? Ah thats the great puzzle. I am the Hatter. Pleased to meet you. Welcome to the Madhouse!…Wait.. I have already welcomed you. Oh my I am going rather mad arent I?
Then again we are all mad here. Now I am so sorry to keep this meeting short, but I am rather late for an appointment. Perhaps we can meet again over Tea. I know the most wonderful places.
(Wanted to go something touchy for a while now then it came to me after seeing the Hall of Fame character based off the KKK. Now I must state that this is a little less Pg then my usual backstories but I was proud of how the character came out and wanted to share. This is not to offend or inspire. )
Name:Jackson Kane/The Hanged Man
Affiliation: NoneTraits:Scars cover almost 50 percent of his body, wears a noose around his neck to remind those he has defeated death, carries a rope to hang klan members, wears the shackles he was forced to wear when they tortured him.
Info: Jackson Kane was raised to believe God would always punish the wicked and reward the innocient. Even as a slave he believed this. Even as Master whipped him or beat him for making a mistake he believed this. But then came the day Jackson was pushed against a cross, mocked and whipped almost to death by the men he worked for. They put a sack like mask on his face and beat him around a little. They then wrapped a rope around his neck and began to lynch him.It wasnt because he had done wrong. It was because they knew they could. As the air drained from Jackson and life escaped him. A gunshot echoed through the forest hitting the rope that was draining the life of Jackson. Three more shots were fired. One Klan member went down. Then another. Then the last. Jackson looked up to who had saved him.A white man of all things. Jackson stood to his feet and looked the man in the eyes. Those cold steel blue eyes. The white man stood up Jackson and gave him a choice. He could take the money the white man was offering and run away or he could come with him and learn how to get his revenge in a way only dogs like those men deserved. Jackson Kane died on that day. And the Hanged man’s Legend began.
Once again I would like to thank and congratulate Nobody on winning my contest with his group picture of the Guild Of Justice. I really Liked it and hope you all do to(At least those of you that read this post). Along with this Im gonna post my own little revamp of the Bullet.
My new version of The Bullet is below them. And Now the Final Member of the league of Justice William Humphreys.27…28….29…Aaaand…30!
I dropped the weights by my side and sat up. I wiped the sweat off my head and noticed the young women staring at me as well as some of the men. Was I that loud counting? I stood up and continued wiping the sweat off my body. I walked over to Marcy, who worked behind the desk of the gym.
“Hey there Old man” She said smiling at me.
“I dont like that Marcy” I said returning her young little smile.
“I know. Thats why I say it” She said leaning back on her chair.
She was wearing a pair of black yoga pants along with a white T-shirt that said Naughty all the time. I remembered in my youth a girl like this would be begging me for my number or a date. Rubbing my beard I looked across the room at some of the younger guys.
“You know…Some of these younger guys are pretty good. Make me look like a rookie.” I said turning back to Marcy smiling.
“Oh please! Half the guys here would kill to have your physic at your age.” Marcy said leaning in across the desk.
“Arent you sweet.” I said blushing at the young woman.
“So what age do I look like?” I asked hoping I looked good for my age.
“42” She said smiling. Whether she meant it or not was irrellavent.
“Thanks” I said taking the compliment.
“No way are you older!” She said eager to hear my age.
“No lets leave it at that please.I dont want you to think Im old.” I said laughing like I would to a date.
“Oh comon. I wont think less of you.”She said smiling at me not letting up.
“Im gonna turn 50 tonight.” I answered.
The big Five-Oh. I am amazed I made it this far. Then again, what was going to stop Mr.Invincible? I smiled to myself thinking of how redundant that name was. It meant I was incapable of being defeated, yet when Lenin Act was past I could do nothing about it. Of course I wasn’t complaining. I was free of everything and anything from my old life.
“Your kidding me! We gotta celebrate!” Marcy said as she shuffled through what I assumed was her address book.
“Wait.You and me? Why?” I said confused at her sudden eagerness to celebrate my birthday.
“Im turning 28 tonight too. We should totally celebrate together.” She said writing something down on a piece of paper.
Was this a date? Or was I imagining things? She handed me a piece of paper and smiled a particular smile I had not seen on a woman in some years.
“Are you sure you wanna…chill..with an old man like me?” I said looking at the number she had given me.
“Comon you dont look that old and Yes Im sure…just be yourself.” she said smiling up at me.
I wrote my address down on a piece of paper and handed it to her.
“In case I forget..Memory and all that…Heres where I live.” I said laughing a little.
She took it and grinned back at me. I winked and walked away to get changed and go home.I coughed heavily as I entered my apartment building. My phone rang as the receptionist waved to me. I answered in a raspy voice.
“Hello Mr.Humprheys?” The voice on the other line said.
“Speaking *COUGH!*” I said into the phone rubbing my chest.
“This is Dr.Phelps. Calling in regards to your condition.We are wondering if you would reconsider….”
“Look Doctor. I have made my decision. You said it yourself…there was minimal chance that it would work” I interrupted as I began getting uncomfortable at this mans request.
“Sir. Please reconsider. Without chemotherapy you will..”he continued before I cut him off again.
“I know!!DON’T YOU THINK I..”I stopped realising I was getting a lot of attention from my fellow tennant’s.
Calming down I walked outside to continue the call. I felt my gut twist and turn as i pushed the phone back to my ear.
“Hello? Mr. Humprheys?” He said as I took a deep breath.
“Look I…I just want to be alone. Understand? I don’t want to die in a hospital like my mother and father did. I would prefer to die on my terms.” I said lying to my doctor as I hung up my phone.
Of course I wanted my life to be saved. Anyone that would say they were ready to die is a liar in my opinion. None can ever really be ready for death. There is too much uncertainty about what happens. I was raised by the nuns to believe that God would open his arms to me the day I died had I lived a good life, but as I got older more and more doubt’s came to mind. However, like every other obstacle in my life I have decided to face this one head on and accept my faith. It was incredibly ironic. The indestructible man found dead, not by a bullet but by cancer. I cant be saved by anything in this world. Why make my body weak and yet stay invincible? I find the Idea trivial and a waste of my time.
(Due to a hospital appointment I will continue this when I am out and Well. I apologise for this)Well Nobody Congrats on winning another round with your interpretations of The Guild of Justice. I am actaully really interested to see if anyone does interpretations of characters I never gave a picture for or like you goes back to my older stories. The pic Nobody made that I choose as the winner was the group photo of the League in their youth.
Congrats TO Nobody
Name:Patrick Hopkins/The Bullet
Affiliation: The Guild Of Justice/Hero
Traits:Can run at super speed
Info:-Info in Hero’s Of Our time-
*Revamp of my hero Audere*
Name: Audere
Affiliation: Hero
Abilities: Skilled at Parkour and use of several small gadgets he carries around including a retractable Bo staff. Has little to no fear. Also has a kind of six sense.
Info: Born François Inderes to a journalist and philosopher. Audere started off as a punk free runner in Ontario at the age of 11. He wore a mask so as if he was caught on camera or seen by the police, none would be able to identify him straight away. As he grew older he perfected his skills and soon people were looking out for the famous masked free runner. He had gained a cult following after videos of some of his abilities had surfaced on the internet. At school he was the model student. He was Smart, well mannered and athletic and this put him as far away from being considered the masked free runner as possible. As he got older he noticed that there was more to his abilities than just entertainment, he could help people with them. He started to randomly help people as he practiced parkour. At the age of 25,while living in Montreal he saw something in the paper that inspired him to become a vigilante and not just an everyday masked guardian angel. His mother had written an article about masked hero’s and praising them for their work. His mothers words inspired Francois to become the hero Audere, which means to dare in Latin.
For those who dont know I have updated the heroe’s attire because prior to the new items that were added I had very little to work with. I will say this that I am actually very happy to be returning to this story as I always felt that it was one of my more interesting pieces. However, due to writers block it was shelved for a year and I had been working on an update for some time now. Thanks to all those who waited. I will also take this chance to thank Nobody who had won my contest Interpretation of My characters with his versions of Nightmare and The Red Queen.
So without further ado I will present the latest part of Heros Of out Time. The BulletPatrick Hopkins-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-
I slammed my hand down on the alarm clock hard to stop the blasted beeping. The resulting factor being a sore hand and a broken alarm clock. Sixth one this month. The stinging sensation of the pain soon relinquished into mild discomfort as I shook my hand back and forth. I sat up in my bed and was met with the sunshine glaring into my eyes as if I had done wrong by it in the past. With a sigh I grabbed my pain medication from the table and popped the cap off. If I didn’t take two of these little pills every day I wouldn’t be able to walk straight. Running that fast as a young man comes with a price and that price is no kinder than the police that patrol the streets. My ligaments are thinner than the latest model of the week. It was fun though. Dashing at the speed of a bullet from point A to point B like it was nothing. Kids asking for my autograph and hanging on my every word. Not like now. Not like now at all. Then again maybe I am only remembering the good times of being the Bullet. There were perhaps more bad times than good times back then. One specific bad time was when Nightmare forced me out on patrol the day my mother died. Asshole.
I dropped the pills and got up out of bed. Grunting as I got up from the bed, I wished the pills would kick in sooner. I looked in the mirror at the flabby man staring back. How did I get from the speeding bullet to a grey haired flabby old divorced man with weak legs? Then again, there was some good to my life these days. Slowly I walked over to my closet to get my clothes for the day.
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Before I had the chance to open it there was a knock on my front door. I grabbed my robe and walked out of my room towards the front door. The hallway was full of pictures of me and my co-workers, there were none of my ex-wife or children as I found that raised too many questions in company.
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“I AM COMING!” I shouted as the impatient visitor continued to knock. I opened the door to something that caused my stomach to twist and anger to rise in my body.
My daughter of 16 and son of 10 stood with my ex wife at my doorstep. I prayed that this was all some kind of medication induced nightmare.
“Um…Hi guys. What’s going-” before I could even finish my daughter walked by me sporting a mini-skirt and t-shirt that almost made me want to vomit. It read “Naughty all the time”. I knew what that meant, but I really wish I didn’t.
“Hello Patrick…Forget again?” My ex said in her condescending tone.
“As a matter of fact I didn’t, I just have a lot on my mind these days Maxine.” I lied as she handed me her little care package for Alex and Selena. She did this every time I had to look after the kids. As if I would forget that Alex is diabetic or that Selena is….becoming a woman. Oh how I hated to think about that.
“Try not to get them killed Patrick.” Maxine said worrying I was going to have some kind of Cocaine party.
“Screw you Maxine. Their safe here.”I said trying to stay as quiet as possible for the kid’s sake.
“I hope so…BYE KIDS” Maxine said to the kids turning from queen bitch to loving mommy instantly.
“Bye mommy†Alex said to his mother as Selena stayed silent.
I closed the door as Maxine walked away and was left with my two kids. This was going to be a long ass day. I prayed that the Eliminator would break out of his cryo-shell and somehow hunt me down to put me out of my misery. I walked into the living room where my kids were currently fighting over the remote.
“I WANNA WATCH 15 AND RICH!!” Selena shouted at Alex.
“NOOO ROBOT DOME!!” Alex shouted as they both pulled at the remote.
“KIDS!!!” I shouted and they stared at me.
“Have you…had breakfast yet?” I asked not sure what I wanted to talk with them about.
“I had a smoothie” Selena said as she snatched the remote from Alex’s hand.
“DAAAAAAAD!” Alex shouted.
“Look! I’m going to get ready for work right now. So….don’t move.” I said ignoring Alex’s cry.An hour later, I was dressed in a shirt and tie and shaved. It was only then that I decided to face the little monsters that were my children. I saw Alex in the kitchen playing a video game his mother must have got him. Selena was in the living room and seeing as I had to be at work soon I thought I should at least ask her to babysit for a few minutes. I walked towards the living room, but stopped as I heard her talking on the phone to someone.
“Yeah…Yeah…Oh common I am not that pretty….Look I can’t meet today….Because I’m at my dads…I wish he was as cool as her…No he’s some Art dealer or something…Well maybe we can meet up later..No I’m not gonna play your games Josh.” She said as she laughed a little and hung up.
Oh great. She has a boyfriend. This is all I need. First Nightmare goes on a rant about all the former members of the Guild of Justice being in danger, then I get a strange phone call from someone crying and asking me what it’s all about, now I find out my little girl is going out with some guy. My god this day could not get any worse.
I walked into the room and sat beside her. I have no idea how to do this kind of talk. I mean my dad didn’t even have this talk with me I kinda just found out by my own, but hell if I’m gonna let her do that!
“Um…Selena…” I said to her not sure how to continue.
“Dad…what do you want?” She asked me confused at what the hell I was doing.
“When a man and a woman…Eh…love each other a lot-“
“DAD! Don’t you dare! I don’t want to hear this!!” She shouted interrupting me.
“But it’s important for you to know!” I said as she got up to leave.
“I know all this stuff and don’t want to hear you tell me any of this crap please!!” She said as she looked down to me.
“Fine. Look I need you to babysit your brother. I need to get to work.” I said to her as a look of pure disgust came across her face.
“Fine…” She said smiling. I knew that smile too well. It was the I am going to do something I’m not supposed to smile. But what could I do? I had to get to work.
“I love you honey” I said in a cliché T.V movie style dad way.
“Whatever Dad” She said as she left the room.Work was quiet. None had come in to look at these paintings at all today and honestly I think I was about to kill myself out of boredom. Suddenly the door opened and a face from my past entered the studio. I rose from my chair and walked towards the man formally known as Mr. Invincible.
“Hello William.” I said smiling towards the indestructible man.
“Patrick!”William said as we shared a handshake.
“I didn’t know you worked here” William said as he pulled away his hand.
“For the last 5 years.” I said in confidence to my old comrade.
I then realised that he was in far better shape than I was. This made me feel a little jealous of him. Stupid genetics. Fastest man in the world is in worse shape than the indestructible man. There was some irony to the situation but I couldn’t see it.
“Got any recommendations?” William asked.
“For what?” I asked looking at William with some confusion.
“Paintings.” William asked smiling at me.
“Oh over here.” I said leading him to some of my favourite pictures.
“Maybe we can get a drink after.” William offered me as we walked towards the paintings.
“Um…I don’t know” I said remembering my kids at home.
“Common…When is the next time we are gonna be able to hang out?” William asked making a good point with a hint of melancholy in his voice.
“Ya talked me into it” I said admitting defeat.We left for the bar after I sold him the paintings. There, he ordered two scotches and we began to drink and talk about old times.
“Remember Captain Pain. Guy who believed he was as invincible as me.” William said reminding me of that old villain.
“Oh yeah. What happened to him?” I asked while drinking my scotch.
“He wanted to prove it once and for all and jumped off a building.” William said as they both began to laugh loudly.
“Oh we are going to Hell Will.” I said wiping a tear from my eye.
“Yeah we will be in the laughing corner.” William said passing me a smile.
“Ever think about going back out there?” I asked Will causing him to change his facial expression.
“No…Why?” he asked looking at me with a strange look.
“Just thinking about some stuff.” I said trying to cover my tracks.
“You’re not really considering Nightmares ridiculous offer? Are you?!” William said as he downed the last of his drink and ordered two more.
“No…Well…I couldn’t if I wanted to…” I said looking at my glass remembering my legs condition.
“Me neither…” William said as he received the two new glasses of scotch.
“Why?” I asked looking at William.
“I don’t ask you about your problems. Please grant me that same luxury.” He said as he downed his full glass of scotch.
“You’re right…sorry” I said as I drank the last of my first scotch and started on my other.
“It’s fine. Cheers” William said as he lifted his glass.
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Our glasses rang as they bounced off each other and we continued drinking. After a few more drinks we decided to call it a day and parted ways. He walked down the street to his car and I to my own. It was strange being a little drunk this time of day but not unheard of for some people in this city. I had to get home before Alex burns the house down or something.Coming home after a few drinks, I saw a car in my driveway. Slowly and a little tipsy I stepped out of the car and walked towards the front door. My medication started wearing off and I could feel my legs in intense pain with every step I took. I opened the door and waddled into the house.
“DADDY!!”
My concentration was broken by my little girls screams. My eyes shot up and to the young man holding my daughter at knife point and my son tied up in the living room.
“Shut it!” The young man said as he stared at me.
“Please don’t hurt me Josh.” She begged.
“Shut up bitch! So you’re the guy I am supposed to kill huh?” He said as he licked her cheek.
“What do you want?” I asked fury filling my body.
“The Bullet.” He said smiling as shock flooded the fury from my body.
“What are you talking about Josh?!” Selena asked looking at me tears rolling down her face.
“Selena quiet!” I shouted as I walked slowly towards the young man.
“Not another move Daddy dearest” He said pushing the knife closer to Selena’s neck.
“Daddy…Help…” She said slowly begging me.
“Let her go…You want to kill me…I’ll let you. Just let my little girl go.” I said as I fell to my knees and looked at him.
I groaned in pain as my knees hit the ground.
“You think I’m that stupid?” He said looking at me.
“Wanna hear something ya didn’t know about your Daddy? He used to run around the city as a Superhero” He went on as I hoped he wouldn’t notice me rising to my feet.
I dashed over and punched him in the face.
“Run Honey!!
She ran to her brother and watched as I looked at her attacker. This little punk was gonna pay for what he did. I then realised why dashing to him at such a speed was a mistake. My legs gave away to pain and I could feel the bone rub against bone. This gave the little shit enough time to get up make a dash of his own. I felt it. The knife pierced my stomach causing me to see my own blood for the first time in years. I had two choices. Either let this guy kill me and do god knows what with my kids after or fight back.
I punched him in the stomach about twenty times. Apparently he didn’t realise that I could move any part of my body at great speed. He backed away holding his stomach in great pain as I got up. Biting down on the pain I dashed behind him and elbowed him in the kidneys.
“You shouldn’t have done that” I said as I twisted his arm.
“Wanna know the funniest thing?..” He said as I grabbed his knife and threw it across the room.
“Don’t you dare say anything” I ordered as I twisted his arm harder and harder feeling the blood pour from my stomach.
“Your daughter-“.-Bang-All of a sudden he shut up as my eyes widened with horror.
He fell to the ground with his hand on another knife. He must have been planning to stab me with it. But my mind quickly turned to the person who had saved mine and my children’s lives. The Nightmare stood in my doorway. The Red Queen ran inside and comforted my children. Stretch than entered and observed the body.
“What are you guys doing here?” I asked looking at them.
“We followed you here” Nightmare responded in his usual dark tone.
“The bands getting back together. Wondering if you wanted to join us again….Bullet?” Stretch said as he looked up to me.
“Dad…You’re the Bullet?” Selena said looking at me with fear.
“Yes Honey…I am the Bullet.” I said to my daughter.
“But I got something to tell you guys…”I said to my comrades.Accurate. I like. I am looking forward to making some other form of characters for the guardians and seeing how you wrap this all up Atomic
I came up with another idea for a member of the Greenpoint Guardians. The young guy nicknamed by the group as Repel but calls himself RedSilver.
I loved what ya did with tank so much i decided ‘hell we need more Greenpoint Guardians.
Name:The Silver Wing.
Affiliation:Hero
Info: With crime on the rise in Our fair city and the local government powerless to do anything about it, the locals have started urban legends about a hero. A hero with a silver winged bird on the left side of his chest. While the authorities have dismissed this as typical urban legend from the locals, there is some evidence that this man exists. Though the evidence is not exactly solid, blurred pictures do depict some sort of figure attacking members of the Matrone Family crime syndicate. The figure has many names, the most popular being the Silver Wing. Masked Vigilante or Crazed hobo. The question remains:
Is he real or just a figment of hope we as a city have dreamed up?
This Jenny Ventura
