PERSONAL

Gender: Male

Kit: Super

Location: Wouldn't you like to know?

AFFILIATION

Alignment: Hero

Team: The Angels of Mercy

VITAL STATS

Strength: standard (rank 1)

Agility: standard (rank 1)

Mind: standard (rank 1)

Body: standard (rank 1)

Spirit: (rank )

Charisma: (rank )

RECORD

Fame Points: 0

Personal Wins: 1

Personal Losses: 3

Team Wins: 0

Team Losses: 0

Tourney Wins: 0

Tourney Losses: 0

STATUS

Status: Active

Zyreth

They say they want to know who I am, and why I do what I do. Fine.

Take note you TV reporters, book publishers, editors and media sensationalists. Take heed all villains, criminals, good-for-nothings, and misguided creeps. This is your demise. This is all you're going to get concerning the who behind the smiley mask.

All I wanted was to contribute to make this world a better place. But greed got the best of me.

No. It was not my own greed that led to my end. It was the greed of rich, corporate lowlifes who had wanted to cash in on my successes, my inventions.

You see, I used to be a medical doctor-slash-inventor. It was my greatest invention that led to my end: the Happy Gas.

I had learned that the properties of my blood were far from normal when compared to the normal man. I learned that I was what some would call a Nephilim; a descendant of angels. Some would say that I am a New Nephilim - the product of repeated angelic inbreeding with humans throughout the millenia. The whys and wherefores and hows of how I came about this knowledge are unimportant. What IS important is that I found out that my blood (and to a lesser extent, all other bodily fluids)contained significant amounts of endorphins and hallucinogenic properties. I could literally make people happier with a blood transfusion. I later found out that even the gaseous emissions from my anus could make anyone within a 12 foot radius extremely happy.

Armed with this knowledge, I created a serum, which upon exposure to air, would transmute to gaseous form and supress depression, sadness and a plethora of negative emotions, and make everyone around significantly happier.

Upon testing the gas , I found it had a secondary side effect: it healed. My happy gas targeted old scars, diseases, allergies and eliminated them. No wonder I never got sick! I was born with a healing factor!

I made one significant mistake. I made my invention public. And the bastards killed me. Just because I refused to sell my patent, and the right to sell and manufacture my serum the big wigs in the pharmaceutical company I worked for had me beaten and stabbed to death in my lab late one night. What's more, they stole my formula and burned my lab with me in it (The good it would do them without my blood. They blamed the explosion on some leaking gas terminal. My teeth were the only thing said to survive the fire....

... Or so they thought. Apparently, my healing abilities were so advanced that I was able to gradually regenerate from whatever had remained alive and intact from the fire. I resurrected with one main purpose. Kill the bastards, and all those that prey on and take advantage of the weak.

With my death, they lost the opportunity to replicate and manufacture the serum. With my resurrection... let's say they lost a LOT more than that.

Happy Time

     Emotion Control: standard (rank 1)

• Area Affect

I'm not sure what happened exactly, whether the explosion, my resultant death and resurrection increased the scope of my powers or whether the vials upon vials upon jars upon boxes of Happy Gas serum that were in the lab combined with my molecules in the fiery blaze and integrated with my cells upon my regeneration and reconstitution, but now my ability to cause euphoria has extended past blood infusions (and farts). Now I can produce the gas from my body. Every square inch of skin is a Happy Gas factor. My murderers died with big smiles on their faces. So will you, criminal. It is just a matter of time.

Smiley Stars

     Slashing Weapon: standard (rank 1)

• Ranged Attack

People ask on the news, on the radio, in the periodicals - "What's with the smiley face button blades?" "Is he trying to send a message?" "Is that his calling card?"

Well, listen, my Smileys Stars - those sharp little smiley buttons you see sticking out of the necks and torsos of reprobates are my little reminder; "Be Happy, Let Others Be Happy, Or Be Dead." Simple as that.

Cross that, and the next sound you will hear is the sound of my 'smiley-face-throwing-star-button-thingies' as gossip columnist Anna Jacobs charmingly calls them, thwacking in your head. Or you probably wouldn't. But the result is the same. And Ms. Jacobs, I'm listening (or well, I'm reading). Just thought you should know.

My Second Gift

     Healing: superior (rank 2)

This is the gift I'm most thankful for - healing. I'm a doctor, or WAS a doctor, after all. This ability has saved me countless times. Being dead or injured just doesn't stick.

My gift has also saved countless would-be victims. I have healed much more citizens than I have killed miscreants, contrary to what police, law enforcement and the media would have you believe.

Some say I am a villain. No better than the killers I kill. I say I'm an Angel of mercy. I bring life to the innocent, to the righteous, and painless, happy death to the merciless and unrepentant. They always go out happy. I am a purger of your city streets.

Like a Ghost

     Phasing: standard (rank 1)

I have risen from the dead. That is the only explanation I have from the ability to phase through walls and other solid objects. Bullets pass through me if I will it.

I reason that I'm not completely alive, so I have ghost-like powers. Whatever the reasons for this ability, I will use it to purge the streets of evil. I will phase through the living rooms, bedrooms, evil headquarters of the wicked. You will die at my hands, while you laugh in hysteria and terror.

I am DOCTOR Smiles

     Tactician: standard (rank 1)

They say I'm mad. Some say I'm brilliant. They attribute my assumed intelligence to the fact that I was a doctor and had served time as a military officer. Be that as it may or not. My wisdom will be used to subvert all your plans, evildoers. I have a new purpose. I am a soldier no longer, doctor and scientist no longer! I am a bane to your existence, and reaper of your souls. I am protector and healer to the helpless and the innocent. I am the nightmare that haunts you in your sleep.

You ask Who I am? Why do I do what I do? I am Dr. Smiles. Now smile, laugh in terror and die.