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.
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