The 'Share your awesome bios' Thread!

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[Zumberge]

So how it is, is that I get ideas for characters and end up writing their bios ahead of time for when I feel like rolling something new.  Right now I've got a half a dozen of 'em in reserve, with a few more that got deleted along the way.  Downside is that there's no screenshots; upside is that I can just copy-paste text instead of cropping screenshots and uploading them.  Case in point:

 

The Cyber-Luddite was the project of an aspiring yet fantastically short-sighted Rogue Isles scientist who found a wounded Luddite quite literally at his doorstep and decided to use it for a pet project.  He gave him extensive upgrades, including an electromagnetic repulsion field for defense, dual static projectors in his arms with amperage settings ranging from "stun" to "flash-fry internal organs" and an active camoflage system to render him virtually invisible.  When asked why he outfitted a dying man with the ability to kill with a touch and disappear from view, he simply replied, "for funsies."

 

Upon activation, the Cyber-Luddite punched a hole in the scientist's chest, because if there's one thing Luddites hate more than technology, it's irony.

 

Talish hails from the realm of Algos, far removed from any version of Paragon City.  Generations of her people lived in the cold northern lands, resulting in a culture that values physical hardiness, mental sharpness, and the belief that misfortune must not merely be endured but overthrown by all of one's strength.

 

They also think the catgirl stereotype is HUGELY RACIST, so don't pull that shit.

 

Due to an unfortunate incident involving the activation of an ancient transport device, she found herself separated from her charges: A scheming four-armed sorceress, a metamorphic war machine, and an absolute sexual deviant of an outworld messiah.  The future fate of Algos is at stake, and she must return, even if it means slaying every cultist and spirit who can't help her until she finds one who can.

 

It has nothing to do with the pervert savior.

 

...

 

Stop looking at her like that.

 

...and there one that got ditched since I couldn't figure out a good angle for them in the setting without the co-star of the story she originated from, and because I heard Savage Melee on Brutes was a little naff.

 

Cecilia Morrison was a human, once.

 

Forty-three years of age, spending half her life in TEST, attaining the rank of Provost and serving with pride and distinction.  She thought the best of Praetoria's citizens, even when others felt her too lenient on the Resistance, and gave her all to protect them, even assenting to having her organs be donated to those in need after her death.

 

But "wants" are often mistaken for "needs," and Neuron had "need" of fresh bodies.  Following an explosion at the Lambda District, the scientist claimed her and others.  His plan was a new type of soldier with an aggressively adaptive biology, one that could withstand the Tellurian plague.  When one liberated itself from a captivity which killed lesser specimens, he never realized how successful his plan was.

 

Cecilia was human once, but now - months old, years younger, with mottled skin and hair, mismatched eyes - she is something else, and there are others in her.  She is they, and they are she.

 

And they hunger.

 

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[WanderingAries]

[WanderingAries]

The last group...for now. These are from unaligned alts that were on the Beta during OG.

 

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Annnd I'm spent:

 

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[Roughtrade]

My bios vary greatly in length. 

 

Liberty Star is basically “ I was born a mutant and developed powers when I was sixteen.  I can throw a tractor down a football field and bullets bounce off my skin.  What was I gonna do?  Stay in Texas and flip burgers?

 

Malfeasance, on the Gripping Hand.....

Name: Doctor Malachi al-Tayyib aka Malfeasance

Place of Birth : Madrid, Spain

 

Origin: Through my investigations into the secrets of subatomic particles I have invested my cells with the ability to generate atomic power. I am a Scientist, so you could very well say that my powers originated within my own mind.

 

Hero or Villain: Such common titles are misnomers. Foolish and unenlightened people do not understand my genius. I do seek the greater good for all humanity but the common man is incapable of seeing beyond his next meal and the soft glow of the television turning his mind to pabulum.

 

Supergroup: I have gathered an organization of individuals who I use to further my purposes. They have taken my nom de guerre as a title for the organization. Truth said, I let others run the day-to-day business and the tedious details while focusing upon the larger issues.

 

Archetype: Great power corrupts, and my power is the greatest.

 

Former Job: For a time I sold my services to various atomic energy developers in Europe and the Middle East.

 

Base of Operations: Currently I am a Professor of Physics and Atomic Engineering at Aeon University in Cap Au Diable. I also have been given permission to freely investigate the “Shiva Strike” and the zombie like alien creatures which were birthed from that catastrophe.

 

Why do you like being a “villain”? : Aeon’s restrictions on research are not limited by inferior intellects who hide behind words like “morality” and “ethics” to camouflage their cowardice.

 

Brief Physical Description: Previously I was not of unusual appearance. Due to a side effect of the process, this has been altered. My stature could be described as “monstrous” by some, I am just below eight foot in height and my physical frame is far more bulky than before. The only true disfigurement per se is that my epidermal layer has taken a bleached tone in color. I have also become completely hairless, but my hair was already receding. In truth, my cellular structure is immeasurably transformed and my cardio-pulmonary system transfers supercharged ionic plasma instead of oxidized iron. In effect, I bleed green, glowing, energy plasma.

 

Brief Personality Description: The World Court in the Hague called me a Megalomaniac. Unfeeling, callous, cruel even. What is the greater cruelty? To watch mankind descend into a mindless stupor, driven to violence by need and impulses that they are too animalistic and too unevolved to control? Or to take the cretins, the ones society has deemed as worthless, or even as criminal for their sadistic tendencies; take them and use them as fodder for research. Research and discovery so that those of mankind worthy to live can exist in a perfect world, free from hunger, the threat of global war, and secure in the knowledge that the wisest are guiding the progress of the world? I am driven to succeed and I am vexed by lesser intellects who seek to put constraints on my search for knowledge.

 

Goals and motivators: What greater goal is there than the pursuit if knowledge? Sadly, too many do not agree that perfection is in knowing and power is in learning. My current situation is such that I cannot simply spend my days in teaching young minds and spend my evenings in pursuit of even greater knowledge of the workings of our universe. I owe the Arachnos Organization a great deal for a place of exile and the facilities they have provided and I welcome any opportunity to repay the debt I owe for their continued support of my research.

 

Opinions on Important Factions

 

Freedom Corps : Simple minded thugs, following orders from fascist governments who fear any person who does not bend a knee to the ignorant and primitive “morality” that silences true intellectual freedom.

 

Arachnos : What can I say about the Organization founded by Lord Recluse that has not already been said? I have no love of governing and no desire to spend my days in the petty business of laying down laws and the constant conflict of political necessity. Arachnos is well suited to the task, even if I feel some of their more Darwinistic policies are, in the long run, unwieldy and inefficient. I have no interest in the political arena. The organization I maintain already takes up more of my time than I wish, and even becoming as feared as Black Scorpion or as respected as the Ghost Widow would infringe upon my research far more than I desire.

 

Wyvern/Freedom Phalanx/Vindicators/Dawn Patrol : Useless and dangerous “adventurers” of the worst sort. Some of their leaders have the power, ability and in many cases even the intellect to become my equal but instead they let dullards and moralistic mythology reign them back from true greatness.

 

A typical quote : A “battle cry” perhaps? I do avoid physical conflict when I am able, rational minds should not resort to such measures. Sadly, there are many times when I am plagued by irrational dogs and I do not hesitate to employ the powers at my disposal. But, to satisfy this interview, how is this: “You cannot match the limitless power of the atomic fire which burns within my cells!”

 

Do Heroes or Villains Recognize you and if so how: I am indeed a figure who is easily recognized. Before my incarceration I corresponded with many in the scientific community, including Positron and Synapse, as well as numerous others who call themselves “Hero” or “Villain” in this world. But it was my trial in the World Court that possibly would be recalled by the common man. Though I paid little attention, I understand the demonstration of my powers in the third week made for entertaining viewing. Of the “Crowd at Pocket D” I must say I decline to spend my nights there. I have visited on occasion, it’s neutrality provides a venue to meet with persons I otherwise could not easily come into contact with. I do not, however, make a habit of remaining long.

 

History

 

Every man has a story, the saying goes. I will try to keep the duller parts to a minimum. I was born to a wealthy family and went to the best schools in Madrid. My parents were both devout Moslems, and while I have freed my intellect from the chains of religious nonsense, some of the customs of that faith are still with me. For example, I abstain from pork; proof that all of us are creatures of habit. I was more devout in my youth and I did perform the hajj while on sabbatical in my collegiate period. On that road I made contacts that would become important later, and in those years I learned that Marx was correct when he described Religion as the Opiate of the Masses. So, as the Quran plainly states a devout man of faith should avoid intoxicants in even small amounts, I decided to avoid the greatest mind numbing experience of humanity and no longer indulged in religions of any sort what so ever.

 

After leaving the academic crèche I was employed by an American company that was at work in reclaiming the environment from the Chernobyl disaster. Mostly in the laboratory but there was some fieldwork involved as well. My junior place in the hierarchy ensured that while my theories were obviously superior they would be ignored in favor of the stratified and stifled methods of older, inflexible minds. I was approached by Countess Crey and offered a position with the European branch of Crey Industries.

 

It was an intriguing offer, and in the one interview I had with the Countess herself I was impressed by her mind, her boldness of vision, and was tempted greatly by the advanced designs of her facilities. Ultimately, however, she is driven by profit, a shortsighted goal in my opinion. I did not take the position, but it did open my eyes to the fact that there were indeed other people in the world who could take bold steps and were not afraid of the risks involved in advancing technology and science.

The Countess, proving she had no ill feelings over my refusal to join her organization, provided me with an introduction to members of this bold community. As fortune would have it, one of which was an acquaintance of my hajj. We formed a small sized corporation in Syria and with backing from Baghdad, Tehran and even Makkah, my research into bio-nuclear empowerment began. For half a decade I was allowed free reign to promote my own studies and interests, leaving my partner to handle the financial details and our various governmental interests.

 

Alas, my partner proved more motivated by greed than intelligence. One of the political groups he attempted to “short change” grew angry and leaked some details that found their way to the UN Security Council. Interpol raided our facilities and, being unable to grasp the implications of my research, labeled it a “ghastly horror” and other libelous names as if they were publishing tabloid journalism instead of a scientific report.

 

Hounded by international agents, I withdrew to the Sudan. The American invasion of Baghdad and the proliferation of religious fanatics in the area facilitated my exit from the Middle East entirely. The Mediterranean coast of North Africa provided several locations from which I attempted to reinitiate my research. Warring factions and unstable political leaders continued to cause disruptions, and the UN Council continued to misrepresent my research. The world court issued a condemnation that labeled me a threat to humanity.

 

I was eventually betrayed by the government of Tunisia, handed over to the world court in exchange for the lifting of several trade sanctions. Those who are interested have already seen the trial; I will not dwell upon it except to say one thing. It provided me with a moment of epiphany. I had not resisted my arrest, even though I had already unlocked the atomic potential of my cellular structure. In that prison I realized that the only true debate of an ideal or principal is the successful application of it in the physical world. Innovative research will always be suppressed unless the scientific community is forced to accept the actual results in the undeniable proof that only appears to come when they have their skulls shattered by the results.

 

Professor Aeon, it seems, had followed my trial and persuaded Lord Recluse to provide me with an escape from the prisons in The Hague. The tabloids added my name to the growing number of so called “World Villains” and I allowed myself the theatrical indulgence of lowering myself to meet their expectations. Of all the charges against me, “Criminal Malfeasance” was the one I found most cynical, as well as humorous. I took my current title from that source, decorated myself with a colorful uniform and embarked on my new career.

 

OOC

 

Hello all. Mal has been around since CoV opened, but I've never really gotten out and about in the RP community.

 

Smallish Hooks I can think of at this time:

Mal continues to publish articles in scientific journals. Mostly upon radiation gene therapy. Characters with radioactive powers may or may not have read/been subject of these articles.

 

Mal is intensely interested in Bloody Bay. Rumors on the Isles place the entrance to his secret lab somewhere within the southern end of the main island. He has put forth the theory that the Shivan creatures are actually an alien life form that exists in colonies, rather like yeast. Rather than being based on electrochemical reactions, as life on earth is, Mal theorizes that they are based on radioactive decay. He claims to fully understand this reaction and states he can cause a Shivan to be created at will.

 

Though the reason is unknown, Mal has a personal grudge of some sort against the Fifth Column in general and Archon Burkholder in specific. His only foray into Arachnos policy has been several published editorials that discuss the profits for Arachnos in annexing Striga, or at least establishing a fortress to provide support for activities, such as exist currently within Bloody Bay, Siren’s Call and Warburg.

 

http://www.virtueverse.net/wiki/Malfeasance

 

And then there’s Scorpio Rose, who’s biography accounts for her starting out as a DD Defender, changed to Warshade, hated warshade and changed again to Pistols/Dark corruptor.

[Yipp]

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[Zep]

For Boy Thunder:

 

Lightning Strikes

Ripping evil doers Asunder

Ta dum, Ta dum

 

Here comes the Storm

Here comes the Thunder

Ta dum, Ta dum

 

Fighting crime

Like a Boy Wonder

Ta dum, Ta dum

 

[Zep]

Electron Volts

 

"Shocking New Menace Robs Bank. Again."

 

The headline was attention getting, but lost a little power with the bad pun. In smaller type the story noted that 'Electron Volts' had robbed another bank and was still at large. The Rogue Island police are warning that the villain appeared to be armed with electrified fists and should be considered extremely dangerous.

 

Within one of the many scattered caves of the isles a small, unimposing male Asian tossed down the newspaper with a lopsided grin. As he looked out over the surf he spent a moment thinking about where to spend some of his newly acquired wealth. Dreaming about fast cars and a beautiful person on his arm helped keep away the dark dream of the night before.

 

The bad dreams were always hovering on the edge of his consciousness. He had  tried many medications (legal and not-so-much), meditation techniques, and even black magic to drive them from his mind. All his attempts had been to no avail. Sleep remained his true enemy.

 

The dreams always started the same. A mysterious figure in a plain white lab coat, his face covered with a mask, looking uninterestedly on as Ramsmei twitched and shrieked in pain. A powerful hum fills the room as giant capacitors and transformers store up and discharge unimaginable voltages into his always hurting body. The only words spoken are "More electron volts" as dials are turned up and the pain increases.

 

Ramsmei had been born a happy child into a large family. His family were citizens of beautiful Cambodia. A county with lush vegetation and time honed Buddhist traditions. His family was moderately prosperous and included many siblings, aunts, uncles and cousins by the score.

 

It wasn't until decades later Raksmei Loun even knew the name, "Khmer Rouge," and the reason his parents sold everything; all that they owned. His wise father and loving mother had gathered the family. All of it. Brother, sister, cousin, aunt and uncle. Bribes were placed and finally the captain of a tramp cargo ship was found who was willing, for a very steep price, to take them all to America. The family planed to seek political asylum.

 

The captain was a small time hustler with a different plan. He was one of those petty souls who believed the world owed him prosperity and hadn't paid up yet. The kind of soulless person who really would sell his mother for the right price.

 

The Loun family would not learn until it was far too late that the man they trusted for their salvation had already sold them all into slavery the day they boarded his ship.

 

In the Rogue Isles many things the rest of the world finds disgusting and abhorrent are legal and even flourish. Slavery is almost mild compared to what is allowed to take place under the rule of Arachnos and Lord Recluse.

 

Drugged just before arrival in the States, the Loun family woke up in one of Aracnos' secret labs. A brilliant but twisted mind ran the lab. The term "sadistic mad scientist" isn't really adequate.

 

With the sole exception of Raksmei, the Loun family was condemned to a painful existence as one of the 'infected': those poor individuals who have been experimented on and dumped in a shanty town to fend for themselves with their genetic damage and mutations.

 

Raksmei has no clue what the twisted chemicals and viral vectors with a genetic payload were supposed to accomplish. The sadist in charge may have only been testing their toxicity to humans, or how much pain they could inflict. Whatever the goal might have been, in Raksmei's personal genome something evolved. He developed unprecedented abilities to generate, control and discharge electricity.

 

At first it was only a spark or two, like petting a cat on a dry winter day. That was enough to get him noticed for further experimentation. He was kept in an insulated cell by night, but at least for the first time in years he was getting almost decent food. They wanted to keep test subject echo-echo-four-one-niner alive. Day time was a decent into the red haze of pain. Strapped to a table, hooked up to generators and transformers designed to power a small factory, always hearing "More Electron Volts.'

 

The generators powering Ramsmei's pain and suffering had a finite limit. Day after day, body wracked in pain, he slowly learned to channel and even hold energy within himself. After months of intense torture and pain Ramsmei had learned to smell the voltage and see the amps. A new Synesthesiac perception had developed and electricity had become his life's blood. Reversing the direction of the current and forcing megawatts of energy into equipment designed to give punishment rather than take it, Ramsmei overloaded the test machinery then took his revenge on the staff at the laboratory.

 

Upon the discarded newspaper a back page story was now showing. The Rogue Island Police were seeking any witnesses to a bizarre accident. A Captain John Smith, retired from running a small cargo ship around the orient, had been a resident of Cap Au Diablo these past five years. His body had been found on the docs last night with massive electrical burns on a bench that was far from any active power lines or equipment.

 

[Pixel Mayhem]

Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?  :o

 

This one had me in stitches.... Pure genius  ;D

[Zumberge]

Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?  :o

 

That one was me, back in the day.  Plant/Kin/Stone, in a constantly fluctuating state of "this was the worst idea ever" and "this is the best idea ever."  I did the original Posi TF with two other SG mates in the early levels and we coasted through it thanks to Spore Burst and Seeds of Confusion.  Originally her translucency effect was done with Stealth in the Concealment pool and it was kind of kludgy, but at the end I got an Unbounded Leap: Stealth and we all took it as a sign that she was meant to be.  Stuck it in Combat Jumping and it worked like a charm.  Ended up overtaking my Scrapper as my main.

 

A joke costume for her also lead to the creation of a seven-foot-tall Swedish metalhead nanomachine colony that was matte grey and like, 1800 pounds, but that's another story.

[Adeon Hawkwood]

 

Sadly I was somewhat length limited here so I had to trim the bio. One part I regret having to cut is an explanation as to why Paragon University didn't just send him back to Munich. You see they were also using the professor exchange program to get rid of an inconvenient professor and were worried that the University of Munich might send him back if they tried to get rid of Alec. Under the circumstances they decided that keeping him around but encouraging him to work off-campus was the easiest option.

 

Also he's a Time/Electric Defender if that wasn't obvious.

[GamerKate]

 

Sadly I was somewhat length limited here so I had to trim the bio. One part I regret having to cut is an explanation as to why Paragon University didn't just send him back to Munich. You see they were also using the professor exchange program to get rid of an inconvenient professor and were worried that the University of Munich might send him back if they tried to get rid of Alec. Under the circumstances they decided that keeping him around but encouraging him to work off-campus was the easiest option.

 

Also he's a Time/Electric Defender if that wasn't obvious.

 

Awesome costume and I love the bio.

 

Some great work here!

 

I confess however that when someone posts like dozens of them in one go it’s a bit overwhelming, and difficult to comment on individual ones. But I have read them all.

 

Mcm

[Vanden]

I tend to grow to hate most things I've written over time, but these two bios stand the test of time for me:

 

 

[GamerKate]

I’d like to remind people that if you  have [ img width=600 ] (without those spaces inside the square brackets) instead of the first [ img ] , your pic will be sized better for the forum and viewers won’t have to scroll left and right to see the whole thing. This is especially fiddly on a smartphone.

 

MCM