PERSONAL

Gender: Male

Kit: Alien

Location: Los Angeles, California

AFFILIATION

Alignment: Hero

Team: Solo Hero

VITAL STATS

Strength: standard (rank 1)

Agility: superior (rank 2)

Mind: superior (rank 2)

Body: standard (rank 1)

Spirit: (rank )

Charisma: (rank )

RECORD

Fame Points: 0

Personal Wins: 0

Personal Losses: 5

Team Wins: 0

Team Losses: 0

Tourney Wins: 0

Tourney Losses: 0

STATUS

Status: Active

LoneWolf

The reply seemed to trouble her. This was not a typical reaction she would expect based on her psychiatric background. She jotted a few notes on her 5x8 pad and placed in on the desk.

"So, please explain a little further. You say you see the future in the T.V. Is that what you're telling me Park?"

Park H. Dowers scratched his face. These sessions cost an arm and a leg but his own actions needed a real world explanation - preferably by a profession such as this one.

"That's right, anything I have a choice in... I will see the results of that choice. Like a episode of my life - music and everything... but what I'm seeing is the future."

The shrink looked at him and raised an eyebrow. Then she picked up a remote and with a hiss of static the T.V. in the corner began reciting fragments of a recent Iraqi explosion, as told by a graying gentleman.

"So Park, tell me, what are you seeing now on this T.V.? Is it something about the war?"

"Not that T.V.", He pointed towards a blank wall in front of him. "That one! It tells me... everything. It tells me about..."

A wall of static shimmered in the air in front of him. Pictures boiled out of the haze to form people. One of them was himself, he could tell. The other was the shrink... and she lie dead at his feet.

They say I'm addicted to violence. They could be right. Or, it could be my total lack of respect for human life. My idols growing up were action movies starts and those guys from the Japanese cartoons who could blow up a whole city. I always thought it was funny, "Plenty more where that came from!"

I try and do the right thing because of how I was raised. I know I need help. I see evil and it makes me DO evil. 'Eye for an eye' is the code I live by.

I realize that if my eyes were attuned to a slightly different frequency of light, I would see that world so differently that I'd wonder if my actions even mattered. The amount of energies passing past, around and through us at any given time is truly incredible. Maybe they fried my brain. Maybe that's why I don't care about anything, but what I see on T.V.

I know my life is a show. That's why I don't go to the bathroom, iron my clothes, sleep, study, spend hours doing push-ups and all that stuff that is important but never shown in my favorite shows. I live my life in half-hour segments, even though to me it could be days, weeks or months. Maybe I will catch the bad guys, maybe they will escape, maybe I'll make a new friend; The T.V. will let me know a little bit ahead like a commercial for 'coming-soon'.

You can call me a hero. That's what I'm billed as I guess.

Life choice commericals

     Hyper-Senses: superior (rank 2)

It's a little cliche by now, but it seems that a shadowy organization has been pulling string from behind the scenes. I guess I learned a little too much because now they want me dead.

Almost as cliche as the micro-bomb implanted in my skull that somehow remains inert due to the interference from television signals.

Something about the feedback and the electronic sensor being so close to my cerebral cortex might have done some damage back there. I guess I'm lucky I'm not blind or sitting on a bed somewhere drooling into a feed-tube.

As I stop on the sidewalk and look down the dirty alley the screen crackles to life with a cheerful announcement.

"Park! I don't think you wanna go down that alley and I'll show you why!"

I see myself in the third person walk past a group of homeless men and one of them reaches out to prick me with a syringe he had just pulled out of his arm.

The second the angle of my body shifts away from the entrance of the alley, the channel changes. The music has dulled to the standard drone of violin indicating a routine shift in scenes. I should be safely on my way home in a few minutes.

I've seen this one before

     Tactician: superior (rank 2)

What, the guy walked into an Italian restaurant with some sunglasses and a guitar case? It doesn't take any special powers to know what's about to go down. I guess you could say I've got a knack for plot-lines and story mechanics.

I met another hero once and could tell right off the bat everything about him. He called himself "Bloodslay" and had replaced one of his arms with this multi-tool chainsaw/minigun thing.

"Sorry to hear about your parents!" I told him.

He was shocked that I knew they were dead and that he had lost his arm in the same tragic incident, swearing revenge against evil-doers in the process.

I told him to keep at it, "I'm mean you have a chainsaw for an arm... I think vigilante is your 'calling'!"

Elevator music dialogue

     Inhibit Senses: standard (rank 1)

When I'm bored, I cause others to be bored. That's the only way to put it.

"I can save you 19% over a 3 year contract if you sign today, remember folks, this is a ONE TIME OFFER! Standard rates and fee are included where applicable, this offer not valid after the 31st of January or in the states of..."

See what I mean?

If I turn it up a notch people will actually become bored to the point of hypnosis by my mindless driveling. I can't tell you how many 'back-room interrogations' this little trick has gotten me though.