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Postby SmokestackJones » Thu Apr 24, 2003 11:44 am

The Human Pest wrote:Boyo Boy

The Golden Age Sidekick of Mano Man.

They had no powers, but an ability to make great dramatic entrances.


NEXT UP:

AGONY ANNE


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Postby Crackerjack » Thu Apr 24, 2003 1:36 pm

Agony Anne

Anney Clarice Merriweather was born in Victorian England and was always a little batty. It wasnt untill her wealthy family's entire menagerie (3 dogs, five cats, a parrot, and a monkey) ended up pickled and dissected that they sent her to an asylum. She's been released at least a dozen times but each time ends up with more "specimens", some being human. She has recently been transfered to the Providence Asylumn in Freedom City from England. No one has kept an accurate record of who she is, because of her multiple times of bein released and recommited, so they have no idea that she should by all means be dead by now. But Anne's been a busy girl, and the pickled organs from dozens of vermin, pets, and people have kept her alive all these years. Her supply is getting a little short...so what will she do next?

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The Last Tango In Paris
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Postby Bard » Thu Apr 24, 2003 2:08 pm

Crackerjack wrote:Agony Anne

Anney Clarice Merriweather was born in Victorian England and was always a little batty. It wasnt untill her wealthy family's entire menagerie (3 dogs, five cats, a parrot, and a monkey) ended up pickled and dissected that they sent her to an asylum. She's been released at least a dozen times but each time ends up with more "specimens", some being human. She has recently been transfered to the Providence Asylumn in Freedom City from England. No one has kept an accurate record of who she is, because of her multiple times of bein released and recommited, so they have no idea that she should by all means be dead by now. But Anne's been a busy girl, and the pickled organs from dozens of vermin, pets, and people have kept her alive all these years. Her supply is getting a little short...so what will she do next?

NEXT:
The Last Tango In Paris


Ooooh. That's VERY cool.
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Postby The Human Pest » Thu Apr 24, 2003 2:23 pm

THE LAST TANGO IN PARIS

In approximately 1200 B.C. a colony of star-faring symbiotes, calling themselves "The Tango," crashed landed on the Greek Peninsula. Their host rapidly dying, they came upon a young adventurer from the City of Troy: Paris.

Using their natural powers of emotion control, they boarded Paris and, over the next year used him as their vessel. In return for his cooperation, they helped him seduce and control the most beautiful woman on Earth: Helen.

After Paris returned to Troy, the Greeks layed seige tthe City for 10 long years. A furious debate broke out among the Tango on whether to reveal themselves. (Though war-like, The Tango were notoriously pooor tacticians). Civil war and anarchy ensued, with each victorious Tango devouring each defeated Tango, until, at last, there was only one: The Last Tango in Paris.

Paris was killed near the war's end, but the Last Tango in Paris transferred itself to a Greek, then to a Persian, then to an Egyptian, and so on, through the centuries, using its emotion-controlling power to inspire mindless devotion and loyalty in followers, but usually resulting in horrendous military defeats and a bad end.

Most recently, the Last Tango in Paris was in possession of middle-eastern dictator, and it is currently MIA.


Next Up:

MIA

(edited for Arcady's great writeup)
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Postby arcady » Thu Apr 24, 2003 2:34 pm

EDIT: Looks like you edited your post afterwards...

Anyway, here's a little side-jump in the name game:


Most people don't think twice when a super disapears. "Captain Moka just gave up his cape, figure the man got tired of all the action."

But the supers know better. The know of Dimension X, they know of The Looking Glass, Nook and Cranny, and countles death traps around the world left behind by their former masters.

They know that many supers are simply missing...

M.I.A. was formed in 1963, days after Kennedy's assassination. Three supers had been in place to keep him safe, none where ever seen again. It was time to do something. The members of M.I.A. are randomly selected every 3 years by their predessors. There are nine core members and they stagger it out such that three are replaced every year. The team is chosen from a wide body of the worlds supers; both heroes and villains have gotten the call. Anyone who might see the higher purpose of never leaving anyone behind.

Over the years they have recovered many lost supers, heroes and villains both. Lost in time, other dimensions, trapped in forgotten cells, and so on. Anyone who disapears without a trace, who cannot be accounted for even by their worst foes. But for every success, they have had at least three failures. Still, they perform a service, and have done their best.

Ok... so, who's next?

I had something really silly below, I'll replace it with something not -as- silly...

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Postby Bard » Thu Apr 24, 2003 2:53 pm

arcady wrote:EDIT: Looks like you edited your post afterwards...

Anyway, here's a little side-jump in the name game:


Most people don't think twice when a super disapears. "Captain Moka just gave up his cape, figure the man got tired of all the action."

But the supers know better. The know of Dimension X, they know of The Looking Glass, Nook and Cranny, and countles death traps around the world left behind by their former masters.

They know that many supers are simply missing...

M.I.A. was formed in 1963, days after Kennedy's assassination. Three supers had been in place to keep him safe, none where ever seen again. It was time to do something. The members of M.I.A. are randomly selected every 3 years by their predessors. There are nine core members and they stagger it out such that three are replaced every year. The team is chosen from a wide body of the worlds supers; both heroes and villains have gotten the call. Anyone who might see the higher purpose of never leaving anyone behind.

Over the years they have recovered many lost supers, heroes and villains both. Lost in time, other dimensions, trapped in forgotten cells, and so on. Anyone who disapears without a trace, who cannot be accounted for even by their worst foes. But for every success, they have had at least three failures. Still, they perform a service, and have done their best.



This team wouldn't happen to include a white haired gentleman with control over cold, a rather buff all around superwoman, a black guy with no fashion sense who can control time, and a hippy who is the internet...would it?

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Postby arcady » Thu Apr 24, 2003 3:23 pm

Bard wrote:This team wouldn't happen to include a white haired gentleman with control over cold, a rather buff all around superwoman, a black guy with no fashion sense who can control time, and a hippy who is the internet...would it?
¿Que?


The next name was at the end of my MIA post, anybody gonna use it?

Goldfish
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Postby SmokestackJones » Thu Apr 24, 2003 3:29 pm

The Human Pest wrote:THE LAST TANGO IN PARIS


(edited for Arcady's great writeup)


Hey Pest,

Cool writeup, a history lesson and a good pun! I love it!

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Postby Crackerjack » Thu Apr 24, 2003 3:52 pm

next name?
"Look out boys, it's Astro City's greatest hero!"
"Hey, I dont see Samaritan anywhere..."
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Postby Strand0 » Thu Apr 24, 2003 4:11 pm

She said,

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Postby The Human Pest » Thu Apr 24, 2003 4:20 pm

Goldfish

Aliana, golden-tressed sister to the King of Atlantis, was placed under a curse by a Lemurian, causing her to shrink to tiny size. She is kept in a special protective bowl, while the court wizards search for a cure.

As an unexpected side-effect, she has developed a telepathic link with an ancient race, and now supplies the King with knowledge better left forgotten.

Next up:

THE UNSANE BRAIN
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Postby mdf2 » Thu Apr 24, 2003 7:36 pm

The Unsane Brain

The Unsane Brain

He was the last person you'd expect to go insane (or unsane, which may not be grammatically correct, but it sounds cool). He was a brilliant research scientist, and wealthy, holder of many patents for seemingly useless but important devices.

The indestructible aglet? That was him.

The selective-skid floor? Ditto.

But he's very sensitive about his name.

When the white coats came and dragged him away, he was still screaming...

'My name's Brian, curse you! BRIIIII-ANNNNN!'

He's out there somewhere, now, plotting revenge on the world who mocked him. So think before you decide to buy that self-replacing light bulb -- it only takes one! -- it might be a cunningly disguised death trap.

Edit: For those who don't know, an aglet is the plastic tip on the end of your shoelace. (<Unsane Brain> Plastic...as in EXPLOSIVE! Heeheehee!</Unsane Brain)

Apologies for the lameness, but it's late.

Next up: This is a bit different. I was in a punny mood (sorry), and couldn't decide if these were separate characters, or merely different names for the same person. Here goes:

Miss Tress (yes, it's two words)

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Postby spatulalad » Fri Apr 25, 2003 10:30 am

Miss Tress

Judith Tress, beautiful, vivacious inheritor of the Tress Truss fortune, grew up in a live of privelege. Servants waited on her hand and foot, she attended the fanciest parties, and never wanted for anything. Then, suddenly, the Truss market collapsed.

Tress' millions evaporated, and those who had once been her friends turned their backs on her. Desperate to maintain her standard of living, she turned to crime. Or rather, romancing criminals. Infamy she found, was just as good as celebrity in today's media-driven world. In the years since, she has been seen on the arm of any number of hired supervillains and masterminds, typically finding her way to an escape route when the inevitable superhero team comes knocking.

Wrapunzel

Felicia Frody was always a dowdy, homely girl. Gangly and cursed with terrible nearsightedness, she was most displeased by the frizzy, orange hair that she could never do anything with. She lost herself in fantasies of being a fairy princess in a happy kingdom with a handsome prince, fantasies that began to get dangerously close to her reality. One day, while being taunted by several sorority girls on her way to class, she pointed her frustration with her lot in life through a simple wish - that something would shut her tormentors up. Hearing her plea, her mutant powers of prehensile hair manifested, and soon the orange locks were darting in spirals around the faces of the terrified sorority girls, muffling their cries.

Overly excited by her new power, it was a few minutes before Felicia released the strands from the bodies of the now suffocated sorority sisters. On the run from this crime, Felicia has made herself over into the princess of her dreams, fully giving herself to her delusions. Her crimes are always fable or folklorically-themed and she often mistakes handsome heroes as the prince she feels she deserves.

Next name: The Caliph
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Postby R_Kane » Sat Apr 26, 2003 4:13 pm

The Caliph

In the hills of Northern Iraq, a small boy was born. A boy who evidenced wonderous powers of stamina, willpower, charisma and unshakable belief in the purity of true Islam. A boy who would go on to rally enough believers of Islam to cut away a portion of the middle eastern states and found a new small, yet strong, nation devoted to “true” Islam.

Through the leadership of the man known to the Western world as The Caliph, the fledgling nation has staved off all attempts to forcibly return the lands to the control of their former masters.

Although concerns of a “new proving grounds for Islamic radicalism and terrorist training camps” have abounded, the nation has yet to espouse any such motivations and have taken no offensive actions towards any nation since their (relatively bloodless) seizure of land. They merely defend and practice their own way of life within their borders.

Powers/Feats: Leadership, Iron Will, Indomitable Will, Inspire, Fame, Headquarters, Minions, Sidekick(x2) (bodyguards and/or advisors), Immunity(Disease, poison, starvation, exhaustion), Super-skill(Sense Motive), AS(Will), Super CHA (Only with followers of Islam)

Notable Skills: Sense Motive, Perform(oratory), K(Islam), Profession(Islamic leader)

Next name: Slapstick
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Postby Luke de Sade » Sun Apr 27, 2003 6:09 am

Slapstick: Malcolm Horowitz did nothing more than watch cartoons all the time. From superhero to sci-fi, to campy old cartoons about talking animals who hit each other with big sledgehammers, Malcolm watched them all. Even when he moved into his mother's basement, he didn't miss an episode of his favorite cartoons. He taped them when he was at work, and when he got home, he watched them.

So one day, when the maniacal Iron Djinn used his "Neurolyzer Deathray of Doom" near Malcolm's house, the radiation from his weapon made some changes in Malcolm. It transformed him into what he loved the most: a cartoon character. Sure, he looks like one, with the big eyes and the big nose, the funny shoes and tripping clothes, and the crazy shennanigans, but Malcolm is still flesh and blood. He was granted the insane powers of being able to materialize a weapon or device fit for any occasion: like a big sledgehammer to pummel a foe with, or an anvil to throw into someone's head.

Because Malcolm sees everything around him like a cartoon, he is really dangerous, because in the cartoons, characters don't get hurt. In real life, they do. So throwing an anvil on top of one's head will kill him. That's what makes Malcolm, or "Slapstick" as he's called now, extremely dangerous.

Next Name: Boomstick, the Lethal Monkey.
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Postby R_Kane » Tue Apr 29, 2003 4:59 am

Boomstick, the Lethal Monkey

Gun Monkey II's shotgun wielding arch-nemesis.

Next: Rasta Johnnie
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Postby arcady » Tue Apr 29, 2003 8:08 am

Johnnie Chun grew up loving reggie. It was all he could ever talk about. As a teen he left the crowd of young asian american preppies and began hanging with a pack of Jamaican migrants from Southside.

It was here where he found his talent, Johnnie could sing; and he had groove like nobody's business. He was so good in fact that he began touring the teen club scene in Freedom with a few of his mates from Southside. On the eve of one such performance, on the night of his 17th birthday in the dorm room of an FCU girl he'd met, Johnnie took his first hit of real, pure ganja and the world changed forever. As a youth he'd listened to all the campaigns -everything from 'just say no' to even those saturday morning commericals featuring the Freedom League-. He was the only kid he knew who was fully clean -albeit he first one everybody suspected given his long dreads and wild threads.

But the girl was just too hot, and when she passed the joint he couldn't resist. Johnnie's mind was altered somehow, perhaps a latent mutant ability was triggered. A single inhalation of marijuanna and the young boy could now see and feel on a whole different level. At first he thought he was just high, thought that this was what everyone was talking about. But it didn't go away, days after he cold still the -new world-. And when he tried to sing... that was when he found his true power.

"Rasta Johnnie" can sense on a whole different level, giving him such abilities as true sight, post and precog, comprehend languages, and esp out to about 100 feet. He can also detect lies, and sense the emotions of those around them with a limited form of telepathy.

When he sings, Johnnie can sway people in mass, boost the physical and mental abilities of those around him, and create solid sonic effects reflective of the reggae nature of his music.

Johnnie is only 18 now. He never got the name of the girl he spent that night with. His life is still a chaotic mess of clubs he's too young to drink in, fast women, smooth music, and shady characters. Into this Johnnie has begun to use his talents to subtly sway those around towards more noble pursuits, however he's a very liberated individual and his idea of the good and proper thing to do is much like that of your average Hippie. To this date, he has not taken another hit of any narcotic, and won't even take cold medicine; afraid of what else it might unleash.


Next name: Jive Turkey
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Postby Nightlynx » Tue Apr 29, 2003 2:59 pm

Jive Turkey -

In the 1970's a series of vile experiments were perfromed by the Hyperdyne company. Test Subject # 21459 - was just a homeless junkie who no one would miss. When his DNA was bonded with that of verious avian creatures, he was deemed a toal loss and his test chamber was gased (the compnay's perfered way of dealing with screw-ups). Well instead of putting Subject 21459 to "sleep" the gas caused another secondary mutation to occure and with his new found powers "Jive Trukey" escaped.

Powers:
Super-Charisma, Dazzle, Natural weapon (beak)

Now let's try this: Next Name -

MANPOWER
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Postby R_Kane » Tue Apr 29, 2003 3:01 pm

:D

Awesome Rasta Johnnie write-up, Arcady! I love it!
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Postby R_Kane » Tue Apr 29, 2003 3:28 pm

Manpower
Rocko comes from Little Italy in New York City. Growing up he missed out on having lots of siblings like the rest of his friends. One day working on the docks offloading some cargo, Rocko dropped an unwieldy package. The resulting exposure to a strange toxic chemical and its fumes sent Rocko into a week-long coma.

When he awoke, he found that when he started thinking about the brothers he never had, a “brother” appeared, and another, and another, etc. – all who looked suspiciously like himself. He now works as a low-level thug(s) for rent.

“Yo. Mistah Gambione sez you need some tough guys. Me and my brudders <<pop>> <<pop>> <<pop>> is heah to be yoah Manpowah.”

Powers: Duplication, Super-strength, Protection, Amazing Save(Fort, Damage)


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Postby arcady » Tue Apr 29, 2003 3:39 pm

EDIT: Looks like you beat me to it... :)

ManPower II:

Citizen 287901-53XQ-z01 was a loyal patriot, a firm believer in the dream of Citizen Washington who founded the People's Democratic Republic of America in 1776.

287901-53XQ-z01 was born in the People's most glorious city; Commune, a sprawling zone of loyal patriots lined up along the East Coast of the Republic, and the birth place of the People's Loyal Corps of True Prolitariats. 287901-53XQ-z01 was especially fond of Doc. Worker, the true hero of Commune, said to have been born out the ashes of a terrorist attack on a worker's commune by the Vile Soviet Capitalist Tyranny in late 2001.

287901-53XQ-z01 was a hard working citizen, laboring for the people in a worker's paradise known as the Citizen's Bio-Recycling Coop; where the remains of loyal citizens where processed for future reuse by the people of the republic. It began as a day like any other, firing up the processing chambers for the day's volunteers. 287901-53XQ-z01 never questioned the glazed look in their eyes as they went into the chamber, never questioned the odd one or two who seemed to turn and run just before entering the plant... They were volunteers, loyal citizens who knew their time was done and who did their duty in giving back their body's to the republic.

287901-53XQ-z01 never questioned that is, until that fateful day. There was one man in the line who didn't look right. Something about him was just out of place... He began to struggle against his Loyal Escort Patriot, breaking free and tearing off a gag he screamed out:

"You don't understand! This isn't right, this is not my world! This isn't Freedom, you people are mad!" He ran forward, locking eyes with 287901-53XQ-z01, before he was shot in the back by his escort. 287901-53XQ-z01 had no idea what to do, nothing of the sort had ever happened, he'd never seen a citizen shot before; didn't even know the escorts were armed.

"Why?" was all he could think to say before the Escorts moved en mass, grabbing him all his co-workers and shoving them into the chamber.

"The Republic thabnks you citizen." He heard those words clearly before the heat took him, and all those with him. He thought it would be the last he would ever hear, but something happened. Something, or someone, touched him. He now thinks it was the outworlder, the man from a place called Freedom...

For the next he knew, he was standing on a hill, in a place like none he had ever seen before. It was the very spot he'd been moments before, but it was alien to him. The plant was gone, the Worker's Cooperative Dormatories where gone. In their place was a city familiar, and yet like none known to his world. He was in Freedom.

287901-53XQ-z01 has renamed himself ManPower. He has the ability to call upon all the workers he unwittingly helped to kill over the years. He can use their energy to increase his own, become stronger, resiliant, and more insightful; or he can call upon them to manifest as allies, bringing in potentially hundreds of workers to help in whatever task he happens to need.

Powers: Super strength, super con, super wisdom, super charisma, minions, sidekick * 10, duplication, leadership, and related abilities.
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Postby Crackerjack » Tue Apr 29, 2003 4:26 pm

Mustang Sally
Wild Sally "Low" Rider was one of the greatest cowpersons in the Wild West, cowboy or cowgirl. It was said ol Sally could rope about anything, even El Diablo itsself. Well, terns out that was wat really happened. Sally had roped up the devil hisself and tied him up in a sack, ending the Civil War which he had caused. She made a deal with the old boy, she'd let him out and then he would let her beat the one thing she feared mos, death. Well things were good for while, but the first great war in the 1900's made ol Sal think that maybe she shoulda jes kept that old boy tied up. I was too late now, but she decided to use her skills to help out to make up for the time she wasnt able to a long time ago.
Sally has years of experience on her, and the rope that tied up Old Satan hmself. Now she's called Mustang Sally

Groove Thang
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Postby Crusher Nate » Tue Apr 29, 2003 4:38 pm

Goldurn it! I done took too long typin'!

Sally Ford was a cowgirl, working on a remote ranch. One night, she took her favorite horse, Noquisi, out for a moonlight ride. The ride ended prematurely when aliens abducted horse and rider. These aliens worked for an intergalactic circus, and saw an opportunity to make lots of money by charging a greblak for a peek at a hybrid of these two bizarre creatures. These alien hucksters failed to take into account that mysterious X-factor that enables some humans to manifest superpowers under stress, and Sally just happened to be one such person. She proved too powerful for them to contain her (they weren't prepared for her flame blasts), so the terrified aliens simply beamed her off their ship.
Now calling herself Mustang Sally, Sally is trying to adjust to her new appearance and powers. She looks like a normal 20-year-old girl, aside from having the legs of a horse. She has the strength, speed, and endurance of a horse, in addition to flame powers. She can breathe fire, and leaves a flaming trail when she runs.
Power Level: about 6 or 7
Powers: Super-Strength, Running, Super-Constitution, Energy Blast (fire)

Next: The Hairy Eyeball
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Postby Crackerjack » Tue Apr 29, 2003 4:39 pm

I think that might of already been used, Im not sure...
if so, replace Groove Thang with.....
"The Sufferin Succatash"
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Postby arcady » Tue Apr 29, 2003 6:06 pm

Groove Thang:

"Man, this music's for the dogs..."

"Awrph?"

That was it, that was the day I knew I was different. The day I heard Jonah utter those words, and finally understood them. You see, Jonah's my master; and if you haven't figured it out yet, I'm his dog. Or at least I was...

But I'm not like the other dogs in the hood... not by a long stretch indeed...

It began that day, with some inane pop song blaring out of the radio of the Impala as we were cruising with his girl Frida, no relation to Kalo.

"Yo dog, what up?"

Those were his next words... I searched for an answer, then said the only thing that made sense.

"Well, technically, the beats a little off. It sounds like a remix of Cool and the Gang, but the bi.. er, female singing is hardly up to par. So I'd have to say this music isn't even for the dogs."

I should mention that was also the day I learned about car accidents...

But anyway, you probably want to know why they call me Groove Thang, as if anybody could possibly not know, all things considered. Oh, excuse me a moment, looks like I'm up to DJ next.

[a few minutes later...]

As I was saying, it wasn't only hyper intelligence and speech that I gained that day, I seem to have 'got my groove' as it were... You know how dogs like to howl... well when I got my voice, I began to sing. No not that Benny Goodman crap you uptown folks like, seems I have a talent for Hip Hop, for getting down as they say. In the weeks that followed that first day, my body changed a little, just enough to handle things and stand upright when I needed to.

I figured that was it, life was interesting now, but this was all well and done with. But it seems I have a flair for vibrations. I've got my groove, and I can send it out, as long as I've got some music going at least...


Groove Thang is a dog. But no ordinary dog, she's a DJ Dog with a flair for good grooves and the ability to alter the sound waves in music to create vibratory patterns in the air around herself. Groove Thang can use this energy to create barriers, shockwaves, earthquakes, tear apart materials, or make people realy get down and feel the music on the dance floor...

Oh, and her real name's Stella.

Powers: super-int, energy control: vibration, Boost-improve perform only, comprehend.
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