character

Character Sheet: Jeremy
A Member of Freelance Villain

Jeremy
Designation: Villian
Played By: Enforcer
Kit: Mentalist
Wins: 2
Fatalaties: 0
Losses: 3
Freelance Villain

Physical Attributes

Strength: Weak (10)
BELOW normal human strength - can bench press 50 pounds (maybe).

  • Strength Attack Damage: Weak

Agility: Standard (25)
normal human agility

Body: Standard (25)
normal human endurance

  • Knocked Out by: 1 unprotected Standard level hit
    or several lesser attacks adding to same.

Mind: Standard (25)
normal human mental resources

Fight Record

1) Blacksmith Win
2) Cain Earthson Loss
3) Desedirius of Pla'gue Loss
4) Midnight Shadow Win
5) The Chronomancer Loss


Background: ...You want to know who I am. You’ve come all this way to learn about me. Well, turn around and go the other way, I won’t tell you anything. I don’t want to. It’s all irritating to think about, not worth my while... You know what? I think I need to vent today. So I’ll humor you, just a little. I used to be a voice in someone’s head. Yep, that’s right, me, the ‘figment’ of some psychotic’s imagination. Except I wasn’t a figment. This guy was just supposed to curl up in a ball one day and stop caring. That’s when I was supposed to take things over. But y’know what happened then? His hometown got burned to the ground, everything he didn’t care about. His parents broiled in their own juices, his school tumbled to the ground, that abandoned mansion that always scared him went up, he watched them all burn. And he still didn’t care. Then came this one guy, he went and just HAD to try and cut the only thing that idiot cared for, some stupid slut in the wrong place at the wrong time, in half. That woke him up. He stopped the bleeding, brought her to a hospital in another town while everyone else at ‘home’ died, then wandered around the countryside for a few years, feeling awful pathetic that he hadn’t done anything more. He held onto life and searched for a purpose for five years that passed him like weeks. And I was stuck in his head with all the other angry voices that had popped up. Life sucked. And you wanna know what made this even worse? He found a literal wishing well, threw himself inside, and wished for power. ‘Course he didn’t specify, so ‘the Well’ gave him the ultimate power, the power to will things to happen. He thought hard enough, it happened. He wanted an apple, he got one. He wanted an orange, he turned that apple into an orange. Now, if I had been in control earlier, I would’ve never gotten this power, but that just made me want to take over even more. I used every tactic I could think of, knock down his confidence, smash his ego at every turn, made the only person he cared about go half-crazy by getting into her nightmares, but nothing worked. The stupid maggot still held on in hopes of getting her attention. But, turns out I didn’t need to do anything at all, because when she turned him down, he just curled up in a ball, stopped caring, and went to some deep recess in the back of his mind. It’s my mind now. I took control. And he doesn’t care about anything anymore, he just rocks back and forth telling himself she’ll like him one day. Bull. I hate him. I loathe him. I wish he had died back in his hometown, that way I didn’t have to hear his incessant whining about her life for five years. Her life. Ha. He didn’t even have the guts to whine about his life and how miserable he was. But, that doesn’t matter now. I’m learning how to use the power he got from the Well, and I want something to do, someone to hurt, someone to vent on. A test. Yeah, that’s not a bad idea...

Character Personality
Well, being holed up for five years with a bodiless bunch of crappy but damn effective insult comics as your only company is bound to piss you off too. I didn’t have a body, and that only made it worse. I lived in the head of someone who people called the most unselfish, caring person they’ve ever met. If they held that moron that high, then I’m gonna hate to see what the rest of humanity is like. So, now, I’m a perpetual pessimist. He was into ‘chivalry’ and all that crap, I believe in saving my own ass. He played with a double-edged sword he found in a cornfield during that five-year trip, I prefer using anything that shoots bullets. He didn’t like hurting people, I goaded him into getting revenge against anyone who did him wrong. Naturally, that holds its kicks for only so long. Heh, after a while, he forgot his name. I wanna burn him out of my memory, but I’ve held no success so far. Ah well. All it takes is the occasional mental kick, and he whimpers like the dog he is and stays in the back of my mind. So, you willing to tell me what you think of me now? If you’re not, I suggest you start running away. Go on. I’ll give you a twenty-second headstart. Starting now. Twenty, nineteen, eighteen...

Powers and Abilities

Get out of my way.

  • Power: Emotion Control
  • Level: Ultimate
  • Kit Power Link: Mentalist
  • Advantage: Area Effect This attack causes damage in a large, circular area.
You’re pathetic. Worthless. You can’t expect to beat me. You can’t beat me. You’re nothing compared to me. You’re nothing compared to anyone. Coward. Run away. Go back to your home and cry about how useless you are and how you’ve got no one to help you now. You suck. I’m gonna kill you, and I’m gonna bury you, and you’re gonna go down and rot with the rest of the empty soulless corpses in the ground. I hate you. I loathe you. Drop dead, you don’t deserve anything more. You can’t hurt me, you maggot. You’ve got a chance to make up for all the times you screwed up in your life, but you’re gonna fail. It’s not gonna matter. You’re weak. You can’t win. You can’t win. You can’t win. You can’t win. You can’t win, you can’t win, you can’t win, you can’t win you can’t win you can’t win you can’t.... Don’t you just hate yourself now? You’ve got no chance, so quit trying and get over it.


Show me who you really are.

I can see inside your head. I can see all those scars you have. I can open your head like a grapefruit and lay everything in it in front of me. I can come up with something that will truly destroy you, make you wanna tuck your head between your knees, and wish you had never met me. I’ll crush you like some bug on the sidewalk. I’ll hurt you like when I pluck all the pretty petals off a flower. I just have to think about you, and I know everything about you. And then I can crush you like only I can. That’s right, I can reach deep down into your chest, rip your heart out, and tear apart your soul. What’s that you’re screaming? “Why?” Because you got in my way and you got me angry. Now I’m going to make you get out of my way, or make you easier to go around, and you’ll have to pray to whatever gods you think are watching you to stop me from seeing who you are.


Cry. I’m telling you to.

  • Power: Paralysis
  • Level: Superior
  • Kit Power Link: Mentalist
  • Advantage: Area Effect This attack causes damage in a large, circular area.
Oh, I’m sorry, did I strike a nerve? Did I say something that you didn’t agree with? I thought so. Why don’t you just reach out and hurt me then? Or did I hurt you so bad that you don’t wanna move? Yeah, that’s it. I crushed you, so now you wanna be numb, wanna be deaf to the world. But it’s not gonna end that easy. I’m gonna keep crushing you, grinding you under the heel of my shoe until you’ve got no more drive in that head of yours. You really have no chance. Suck it up and stop crying. You’re not even putting up a fight anymore. You’re just crying to yourself. You’ll cry yourself into a puddle of your own puke. And if you don’t stop, you’ll be crying in a puddle of your own blood. Don’t worry, empaths have it much worse then you, because they can feel it coming and they dread it. They fear it. They expect the nauseating hurt and that makes it worse. And, just so you don’t feel alone, I hate you just as much as you do.


Immunity: Smoke Screen

Isn’t that nice? Trying to blind me, stop me from hearing, numbing me from pain, wonderful trick. You’ve got a slight problem though, it doesn’t work on me. Nope. It was a nice effort, but really pointless. You can stop trying to cripple me now, ‘cause it’s getting really annoying. Seriously. You’re getting on my nerves. Why won’t you just die already?


You can’t hurt me like I can.

Right. You think just because I take my anger out on everyone else means that I’ve got ‘issues’? Hell yes, I’ve got issues. I’m up to my neck in issues. They’re not mine though. They belong to that idiot I sent to live at the back of my head. And I sure as hell don’t have any emotional problems for you to exploit. There is no inner child for you to find, and you can’t see where I really hurt. I don’t hurt. Sorry folks, you’re just gonna have to find another way to get to me, ‘cuz rationalizing with me is not gonna do it. King Jeremy the Wicked. Ha. That’s what those idiots called me, just came up to me one day and told me I’d be the scourge of the planet and that I was the bringer of the Final End. I got them for calling me a megalomaniac. Wait, King Jeremy the Wicked, that’s what those other voices called me, telling the guy who used to have control that I was worse than he could ever be. They didn’t like me, but they liked him less. They always sang to him when he went to sleep, just to give him nightmares every night, ‘He can’t remember his name, he can’t remember his name, he can’t remember his name, but Jeremy remembers what it is, jeremy remembers his name king jeremy remembers king jeremy remembers his name his name his name...’


I think I’m done now.

  • Power: Projectile Attack
  • Level: Standard
  • Advantage: Ranged Attack Attack usable at a distance.
I hate being all-powerful and not being able to do all the stuff gods can do. I really hate it. No fireballs, energy bursts, tidal waves, nothing really flashy. Not yet, anyway. As I think harder, I’ll be able to pull ‘em off. But, as for now, I’m just gonna rely on a gun. I’m a good shot, but not an excellent one. Don’t laugh, it’s not funny. You do, and I’m gonna shoot off a few rounds right by your head, and make them come around and hit you in the ass when you think you’re safe. And don’t think I need to reload. I picked up a trick where I can have a steady flow of bullets in the clip. Sure, sometimes I reload out of habit, but there’s always a fresh mag waiting in my pocket.