Re: Vendetta [S! GAME TWO ~ SIGN UPS!!!]
12-31-2011, 08:20 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by The Deleter.
Username: The Deleter
Name: Johnny Raptor, the Greatest Man Alive (aka John Spencer)
Gender: Overwhelmingly Male
Race: Human
Color: Black on #FFFF00
Description: John Spencer is 32 years old, about 5’ 7” tall with brown, cropped hair, the squarest jaw known to biology, a thin yet manly moustahce and blue eyes. His frame, which isn’t as athletic or muscled as his various adventures would suggest, is clad in whatever his mind deems appropriate at the moment – the only consistent item of clothing he wears is a wide-brimmed Stetson hat. He is mostly seen wearing tight jeans, black boots with steel toecaps and fingerless gloves in addition to the hat, as he spends most of his time in the persona of Johnny Raptor.
John Spencer’s personality, due to unknown traumatic events in his past, has retreated into his mind and replaced itself with the character of a childhood comic hero – Johnny Raptor, the Greatest Man Alive. Johnny Raptor is a generic overblown hero persona – brash, arrogant, a womaniser (or woman lover, depending on who you ask), brave, strong, and various other adjectives that would describe a James Bond-esque figure. Johnny considers whatever objective he currently has as his overriding goal, to the exclusion of all else (apart from wooing the women). He is also incapable of thinking outside the box – his usual strategy is to punch things until the right thing is punched. Whilst his morality is usually on the side of “good,” his methods are questionable. In addition, he views attempts to take attention away from him as aggressive or downright rude.
Items/Abilities: John Spencer is an immensely powerful being, able to alter reality around him as he sees fit. Unfortunately, he is not aware of these powers or how to control them due to his mentally damaged state. This is probably for the best. Instead, Johnny Raptor uses these powers to subconsciously alter the world around him, portraying him as the star of a series of explosive, high-octane adventures. Women swoon and grow several cup sizes upon seeing him. Children ask for autographs. Men reverently wish they were him. His mind also creates various hazards and enemies for him to combat, including the notorious Viper terrorist group, and wild animals attack him if he isn’t doing anything exciting at the moment. Johnny is not aware of his powers being active and assumes that this is part of his exceedingly awesome day-to-day life. Whilst the effects vanish if Johnny is incapacitated, the damage they can do is very real – thankfully for Johnny, since he’s the hero of these adventures, he mostly walks away unscathed and with a minimum of civilian casualties.
Biography: The original character of Johnny Raptor doesn’t have a history, beyond what was created for him in Action Kid Comics, the series that introduced him and made him famous. The character’s past was kept vague by the writers of the strip, as no kid would be interested in it, but it concerns a great betrayal by his greatest nemesis, Viper Commander. Likewise, John Spencer’s own past is shrouded in mystery. Various scraps of files concerning a “John Spencer” were recovered from the ruins of Redwood Sanatorium, where he was supposedly being treated for his delusions, but the full picture is unknown. The cause of the hospital’s destruction is unknown to most and classified by a few, who aren’t really quite sure what happened either.
The individual calling himself Johnny Raptor has appeared in numerous locales around the world since then, but with no pattern or explanation to his appearances. Usually they involve something exploding, a notorious terrorist mastermind being dragged before authorities, or a flustered but happy woman being left at a coffee shop whilst the man pursues various ne’er do wells. The amount of collateral damage Johnny Raptor has created, however, is enough to earn him a spot on the FBI’s Most Wanted, simply due to the fact that one man should not be causing such a ruckus.
Ironically, Johnny Raptor also appears to be on the FBI’s employee list as an agent. No-one knows how that got there.
Writing Sample:
Robert Randall, generic businessman and better known to his fellow suits as Bob, was not having a good night.
As a man of the world (or at least the part concerning triplicate forms), he’d been to many motels and inns across the world. As a result, sometimes he ended up in a room next to an enthusiastic young couple. It couldn’t be helped. He dealt with it the same way business dealt with everything – in a stoic, cold manner that had seen him through many meetings and paperwork marathons. He’d happily slept through the bumps in the night for several years now, no matter the country, hotel or state of emergency. He’d slept through gunfire.
So what the hell was going on up there? It sounded like someone was fighting a bear up there. Honestly, he might have to go and complain. He’d never complained before. Which desk did you complain at? Maybe it wouldn’t be op-
Suddenly, the ceiling caved in. When the dust cleared, Bob found a very attractive, naked woman on his lap and a large man fighting a bear in his room. He began, not unreasonably, to wonder if he was dreaming. Not a bad dream, so far.
The large man paused in his tussle and looked up at him. Bob noticed that he appeared to be dressed for Australia, or Texas. One of the two. Stetson hat, fingerless gloves, shorts, boots. And a grin that a shark might give a remora, or a mob boss to his underlings. Hey, we’re friends, said the grin. You know we’re friends. Because the alternative isn’t very nice.
“Hello there!” The voice was a boom, the handshake (taken, not proffered) bone crunching. “Sorry about the mess, but Gretel does keep intruding when I’m busy, you know. It’s very awkward.”
“G- Gretel,” Bob managed.
“My bear. She doesn’t seem to understand a man’s needs, you know. Doesn’t appreciate candles either, except eating them. No sense of romance, that ursine!”
Gretel grunted. The bear was pinned to the floor with a heroic boot, and didn’t seem keen on getting up again. Bob, for his part, was torn between wanting the dream to end now and wanting it to go on for some time. The woman was very attractive. She was probably Russian, although to be fair he wasn't paying much attention to her face.
“Anyway,” continued the huge man, rolling his shoulders so that the muscles in his chest writhed like eels, “name’s Johnny Raptor. Secret Service.”
“Oh,” said Bob. “Which one?”
Johnny flashed a ten-carat smile.
“All of them.”
There was an explosion outside. Johnny’s head snapped around, like a golden eagle sensing prey. Bob tore his gaze away from the unnamed woman and followed his gaze out of the window, where a group of men dressed in green spandex and carrying machine guns appeared to be shooting at everything except people, animals, or indeed anything alive. The amount of times they hit a hostile wall or shrubbery was astounding. It was like the gunmen were blind. Which, considering their helmets, shaped like snake heads with tiny eye slits, wasn’t too bad a metaphor.
Johnny shook his fist at the invaders.
“Viper!” he roared. “The cowards! Attacking a defenceless motel! Curse you, Viper Commander! I’ll have my revenge yet!”
And with a scream of “JOHNNYYYYYY RAPTOOOOOOOOORRRRRR!!” he swan-dived out of the window with a smash of glass –
And vanished.
So did the soldiers outside. So did the bear. Oddly, the woman didn’t. This caused a lot of concern for Bob later on, when he’d managed to convince himself he wasn’t dreaming.
Username: The Deleter
Name: Johnny Raptor, the Greatest Man Alive (aka John Spencer)
Gender: Overwhelmingly Male
Race: Human
Color: Black on #FFFF00
Description: John Spencer is 32 years old, about 5’ 7” tall with brown, cropped hair, the squarest jaw known to biology, a thin yet manly moustahce and blue eyes. His frame, which isn’t as athletic or muscled as his various adventures would suggest, is clad in whatever his mind deems appropriate at the moment – the only consistent item of clothing he wears is a wide-brimmed Stetson hat. He is mostly seen wearing tight jeans, black boots with steel toecaps and fingerless gloves in addition to the hat, as he spends most of his time in the persona of Johnny Raptor.
John Spencer’s personality, due to unknown traumatic events in his past, has retreated into his mind and replaced itself with the character of a childhood comic hero – Johnny Raptor, the Greatest Man Alive. Johnny Raptor is a generic overblown hero persona – brash, arrogant, a womaniser (or woman lover, depending on who you ask), brave, strong, and various other adjectives that would describe a James Bond-esque figure. Johnny considers whatever objective he currently has as his overriding goal, to the exclusion of all else (apart from wooing the women). He is also incapable of thinking outside the box – his usual strategy is to punch things until the right thing is punched. Whilst his morality is usually on the side of “good,” his methods are questionable. In addition, he views attempts to take attention away from him as aggressive or downright rude.
Items/Abilities: John Spencer is an immensely powerful being, able to alter reality around him as he sees fit. Unfortunately, he is not aware of these powers or how to control them due to his mentally damaged state. This is probably for the best. Instead, Johnny Raptor uses these powers to subconsciously alter the world around him, portraying him as the star of a series of explosive, high-octane adventures. Women swoon and grow several cup sizes upon seeing him. Children ask for autographs. Men reverently wish they were him. His mind also creates various hazards and enemies for him to combat, including the notorious Viper terrorist group, and wild animals attack him if he isn’t doing anything exciting at the moment. Johnny is not aware of his powers being active and assumes that this is part of his exceedingly awesome day-to-day life. Whilst the effects vanish if Johnny is incapacitated, the damage they can do is very real – thankfully for Johnny, since he’s the hero of these adventures, he mostly walks away unscathed and with a minimum of civilian casualties.
Biography: The original character of Johnny Raptor doesn’t have a history, beyond what was created for him in Action Kid Comics, the series that introduced him and made him famous. The character’s past was kept vague by the writers of the strip, as no kid would be interested in it, but it concerns a great betrayal by his greatest nemesis, Viper Commander. Likewise, John Spencer’s own past is shrouded in mystery. Various scraps of files concerning a “John Spencer” were recovered from the ruins of Redwood Sanatorium, where he was supposedly being treated for his delusions, but the full picture is unknown. The cause of the hospital’s destruction is unknown to most and classified by a few, who aren’t really quite sure what happened either.
The individual calling himself Johnny Raptor has appeared in numerous locales around the world since then, but with no pattern or explanation to his appearances. Usually they involve something exploding, a notorious terrorist mastermind being dragged before authorities, or a flustered but happy woman being left at a coffee shop whilst the man pursues various ne’er do wells. The amount of collateral damage Johnny Raptor has created, however, is enough to earn him a spot on the FBI’s Most Wanted, simply due to the fact that one man should not be causing such a ruckus.
Ironically, Johnny Raptor also appears to be on the FBI’s employee list as an agent. No-one knows how that got there.
Writing Sample:
Robert Randall, generic businessman and better known to his fellow suits as Bob, was not having a good night.
As a man of the world (or at least the part concerning triplicate forms), he’d been to many motels and inns across the world. As a result, sometimes he ended up in a room next to an enthusiastic young couple. It couldn’t be helped. He dealt with it the same way business dealt with everything – in a stoic, cold manner that had seen him through many meetings and paperwork marathons. He’d happily slept through the bumps in the night for several years now, no matter the country, hotel or state of emergency. He’d slept through gunfire.
So what the hell was going on up there? It sounded like someone was fighting a bear up there. Honestly, he might have to go and complain. He’d never complained before. Which desk did you complain at? Maybe it wouldn’t be op-
Suddenly, the ceiling caved in. When the dust cleared, Bob found a very attractive, naked woman on his lap and a large man fighting a bear in his room. He began, not unreasonably, to wonder if he was dreaming. Not a bad dream, so far.
The large man paused in his tussle and looked up at him. Bob noticed that he appeared to be dressed for Australia, or Texas. One of the two. Stetson hat, fingerless gloves, shorts, boots. And a grin that a shark might give a remora, or a mob boss to his underlings. Hey, we’re friends, said the grin. You know we’re friends. Because the alternative isn’t very nice.
“Hello there!” The voice was a boom, the handshake (taken, not proffered) bone crunching. “Sorry about the mess, but Gretel does keep intruding when I’m busy, you know. It’s very awkward.”
“G- Gretel,” Bob managed.
“My bear. She doesn’t seem to understand a man’s needs, you know. Doesn’t appreciate candles either, except eating them. No sense of romance, that ursine!”
Gretel grunted. The bear was pinned to the floor with a heroic boot, and didn’t seem keen on getting up again. Bob, for his part, was torn between wanting the dream to end now and wanting it to go on for some time. The woman was very attractive. She was probably Russian, although to be fair he wasn't paying much attention to her face.
“Anyway,” continued the huge man, rolling his shoulders so that the muscles in his chest writhed like eels, “name’s Johnny Raptor. Secret Service.”
“Oh,” said Bob. “Which one?”
Johnny flashed a ten-carat smile.
“All of them.”
There was an explosion outside. Johnny’s head snapped around, like a golden eagle sensing prey. Bob tore his gaze away from the unnamed woman and followed his gaze out of the window, where a group of men dressed in green spandex and carrying machine guns appeared to be shooting at everything except people, animals, or indeed anything alive. The amount of times they hit a hostile wall or shrubbery was astounding. It was like the gunmen were blind. Which, considering their helmets, shaped like snake heads with tiny eye slits, wasn’t too bad a metaphor.
Johnny shook his fist at the invaders.
“Viper!” he roared. “The cowards! Attacking a defenceless motel! Curse you, Viper Commander! I’ll have my revenge yet!”
And with a scream of “JOHNNYYYYYY RAPTOOOOOOOOORRRRRR!!” he swan-dived out of the window with a smash of glass –
And vanished.
So did the soldiers outside. So did the bear. Oddly, the woman didn’t. This caused a lot of concern for Bob later on, when he’d managed to convince himself he wasn’t dreaming.