Hugo Fowl

OOC: That's slightly better. As ViceCityMobster86 drives off, he realizes that the brakes are gone and spends the next 10 seconds of his life chopping off his seat-belt and jumping out of the car before it could plummet over the side in into oblivion. And lo! He succeeds! He is alive! As he whoops with joy however, he misses the fact that he's still standing on the road and gets smacked by a passing semi. That's what you call ironic.

I'm going for O'Connell. He'll probably use the dagger mid-way only to discover its awesome power of rewinding/fast-forwarding time for its user. Prince of Persia ftw! Besides, I can't think of any other dagger that would be of interest for our favorite Ghul. This has the potential to be a great arc.

OOC:M60? All you do is shoot him? I tie up ViceCityMobster86 and lower him slowly in a tank with piranhas. Every five minutes, I pull him up and dip him in again, letting them eat him slowly. OOC: Now you think of something.

Hobbes. Random destruction ftw! Would you rather use magic or science if either worked perfectly fine?

Doesn't anybody besides us read Fables here? I kinda thought there'd be more.

No, they don't have the Colt.

Hmmmm......Now that I think about it, I really don't like the name. I'm gonna change it real fast.

Despite the haze, Altair refused to let himself be taken unaware and stretched out his other senses to tell him what his eyes could not. As he sniffed the air, he stiffened in shock and ran into the room. Within he noticed three things. One, the sharp, coppery smell of blood pervaded the room as Altair noted the body of a dead man on the floor. His face frozen in a position of fear. Two, the necrominicon seemed to glow and warp with an evil light. No doubt reacting to the presences of powerful magic in its dry and arid world of technology. Or it could have been the third thing, that being a twisted man who even now was chanting from the book again and again. The words while alien to his ears nevertheless inspired fear, even to he the Assassin. "Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn. Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn..." "STOP HIM ALTAIR BEFORE HE-!" But it was too late. Before Altair could pay heed to the wizards words, the man cried in ecstasy as his body began to crumble into ash by the books power. As he died slowly and in agony, he stared gloatingly at Altair. "Cthulhu has awakened." Altair snarled with rage and snatched for the book only to be blasted several yards away through the drywall. Before he lost consciousness, he noted through the haze how everything seemed to warp and turn cold. Almost as though the book itself was twisting the world to its masters image. As the blackness began to take he muttered two words. "B-blasted....magic!" And then oblivion.

Ow. I feel sorry for the Wizard. Hopefully, we'll see more of him in the future.

Sure, I don't see why not. I'm using Hatter Madigan myself in the Victorian era.

Use the metal in his blood to freeze his heart, stop it from pumping. Or maybe he simply manipulates it to mess up his inner organs any way he could. I don't care how indestructible you are, nobody comes back from that. Or perhaps he manipulates the iron in his blood to spike supes brain. The possibilities are endless.

Then he simply stops his heart instead.

How about vibrating all the metal in supes body at superspeeds and cutting off his oxygen? I know for a fact that Magneto killed a few people that way. Lets see Mr indestructible can survive that.

We know King K.Rool stomps, I just thought the picture was funny.

I don't know why I didn't comment earlier or see this, this is intriguing. Two of Mother Russia's finest in a battle that can very well be to the death, if I know anything about them. Well, I'm voting on Omega Red by virtue of the fact that he'd kill everyone there and take the money anyway if he's voted off.

Bigby Wolf. Detective, Fable-Town sheriff, veteran of more wars then Wolverine, devourer of armies, son of the North wind and the Big Bad Wolf himself. Also hooked up with Snow White in the series, nuff said there. Hail to the king baby!

This is what you call a curb-stomp. Still, I wouldn't underestimate Barney just yet.... http://takeru-san.deviantart.com/art/Silen...Cover-104380044

Lol, "STUPID, STUPID RAT CREATURES!" I love this series!

Name: Fowl Play 5 Powers/Abilities Dr Dooms Mind/Knowledge Longshot's Luck Dr Strange's Magic Storms Weather-dominating powers The Invisible Woman's Force-fields. Appearance: Wearing Doom's Armour and Dr Strange's Cloak with a hood, with the symbol of the eye of aggamotto clasping it together. No mask, but the hood covers his face and the only visible thing is the flash of Longshots eye gleaming ominously. Lightning crackles along his arms and with a casual wave, an obstacle in his path is decimated by a well-placed force-field. "Fowl Play".... A man who makes his own rules.

I've always liked both series and a movie with them both would be AWESOME! I wanted to simply write Foxhound vs GI Joe, but no Foxhound team in the database, dang it. So, who would you place your money on?

What about WWII? A team with members like the Shadow or Doc Savage would be awesome.

Name: "Revolver" Jack Gorgiano. Age:25 Fighting:3 Speed:3 Toughness:2 Knowledge:2 Awareness:3 Luck:4 Appearance:He's a human about 5'8 in height. With a military crew-cut and wearing a vaguely, old style-western overcoat. His eyes are a light blue and have a tendency to forgo blinking, giving him a reptilian air for those who met him. Background: Jack Gorgiano was a former circus performer who worked under the stage name of "Revolver Jack." His uncanny shooting and tricks quickly made him a favorite and after awhile, he earned enough money to retire and henceforth devoted his life to peace, quiet and the occasional exhibition shooting for friends and charity. It was then that he met his future wife and after a whirlwind courtship, they were happily married. Her name was Dr Angela Rylott, and she was one of the foremost authorities in the new expanding world of Archaeology as planet after planet examined their respective past. It was humorous subject between them, as Jack would tease her about forgetting her bullwhip when she went out and she would laugh and whisper how she was saving it for them later.... All in all, Jack couldn't be happier. But nothing lasts forever..... He got the holo-letter from her institute late one night. He had fallen asleep waiting for her to come back, only to receive the news that she was dead. Space pirates, greedy for worlds hidden treasures hijacked her vessel and left no survivors. He was called later to identify her body. As he stood there, holding in his grief a wave of emotions swarmed him until only one was left. Rage. After her funeral, he walked inside his house, packed his essentials and picked up his circus equipment. It was time to see if his skills had any real-world applications..... Within a year or two, the underworld began to speak in whispers of a man who made a deal with the devil. No bullet could stop him, knifes seemed to slide away from his body. And everywhere he went, death followed after. He was a superb marksman, and defeated every single gunfighter who went to challenge him. Unaware of the fuss he was making, Jack continued on his vendetta, his Sicilian blood demanding it, urging him on in the name of his wife. Finally, all but one of the hateful crew was alive. The one who killed his wife with his own hands, a man with three scars raked over his face from some encounter long ago. Jack searched and searched, but he was nowhere to be found. And as his hunt proved unsuccessful, Jack began to have doubts about himself and his mission. It was a big galaxy and who knows how many beings unnumbered lived and died in it? The scarred man could have crashed in a black hole, or starved on some planet somewhere. Or maybe he was....already dead. Sometime later, the tread of an entirely changed man was heard by the grave of Mrs Angela Gorgiano. As Jack put his hand upon the stone, he noted his reflection. It was a crueler, harder face that stared back at him that day. And as he looked, he noted the hologram of Angela that activated with his touch. She was smiling and laughing, a snapshot of a time long since taken from them both. Still the same way he remembered her, after all this time. As he stared hungrily at it he was suddenly aware of another man who was viewing the grave. Without looking he spoke, "hello professor Rylott." From his side, Angela's father sighed and said "Angela told you about me? Well, I've wanted to speak with you for a long time." With another heaving sigh, he sat down on the grass and after a beat, Jack joined him. In the silence that followed, Angela's hologram flickered between them like a silent referee. "You've been gone a long time." Jack hesitated then nodded. "Yes I was." From the corner of his eye, Professor Rylott studied him. "Did you find what you were looking for?" Another silence, broken finally when Jack said "no, justice hasn't been meted out yet." His companion snorted in disbelief, "not if what half of what I hear is true about you." Jack had no answer for that. As the birds sang and the sun shone, Professor Rylott turned to look at him. "Do you know why my daughter got into archeology in the first place?" He laughed quietly and looked at the hologram. "Because she wanted to be like her father, going to new worlds, exploring exotic places. I told her no." He stated this flatly and coolly. "I told her no daughter of mine was going to be traipsing in such places so long as I drew breath." He laughed and looked at Jack, "you can imagine how that went." In spite of himself, Jack smiled, a fact that the old man noticed instantly. "I understand you had a lot of wonderful memories of her as well." As he stood up unsteadily, he put his hand on Jacks shoulder. "My dear boy, you've suffered so much for her sake. If you truly wish to honor her memory then take up her work. Finish that which she loved so much. Don't let her legacy and all she stood for crumble under the weight of death and vengeance. You been able to cherish her for so many years and have all those memories of you both together." As he turned to leave he stole one last glance at him. "Some of us were not so lucky." As he hobbled away, Jack turned his gaze back to her grave. For the first time, he glanced at the inscription on her grave. God gave us memories that we might have roses in December. That night, he sat up awake and thoughtful about his life. He knew that whatever decision he made now would affect him for the rest of his life. Slowly, he walked to his wife's desk and brushing of the layer of dust picked up her work. As he was flipping through, a picture fell to the ground. An old archaic snapshot which surprised him. It was their wedding day. He never even knew she had something like this, as he stared hungrily at the photo, he picked up the comm and dialed. He glanced at the picture again and slipped it in his pocket. "Operator? Please connect me to the Takahshi Institute." Personality: Jack is a somber type of person, more prone to listen then to talk. There's still a touch of the theatrical in him though, which shows in some of the tones and gestures he uses. He rarely laughs though when he does, its more gallows humor then anything else. All in all, a very semi-depressing companion.

@ Skeleton Guy: I'm glad you feel so strongly about this to protest but as to keeping it to literature, I wouldn't jump so fast. Wasn't James Bond referenced in the series and later, actually appeared? The point of the League was to create a new team for a new era, choosing characters is part of the fun.

I'm flattered, and if Treach does bring back H00K I'm willing to play him again.

Good to meet another fan. But I wouldn't get my hopes up over the Burton film. I saw the new trailer and it looks more like Looking Glass Wars then Alice in Wonderland.