Screen Name: Watchman
Character you'd like to portray: 9-Jack-9
Superhuman powers, traits, other attributes of interest: 9-Jack-9 is the world's greatest assassin. He's an electrical being that is able to travel through any electrical equipment. He is able to fire off electricity and manipulate his size.
Originally appearing from (which comic, and company?): Zot! Eclispe
Fictional history of the character (as you're going to interpret it): Sir John Sheers was one of England's deadliest weapons. He had the ability to astral project himself into a virtual reality device that created the thing known as 9-Jack-9. He was used to kill off any enemies of the state. That was until John Sheers was murdered by the vigilante known only as V. The body was dead but the mind lived on. People disall over the world spotted the "ghost" of 9-Jack-9. He appeared during the "Purge" but quickly disappeared. His location and motivation is unknown.
Hero, Villain, or Walking the line?: Villain
List a few reasons why you chose this character: Well he is an interesting villain and there are no other places to use him.
How will this character differ from it's original incarnation?: The original came from a parallel world and was only just an assassin for hire. I'm going to give him a bit more motivation.
Write two complete sentences explaining what you can bring to this RPG: For one I would bring an interesting villain and hopefully an interesting story. Also, one of the few comic characters.
How many days a week you intend on posting in the RPG: Whenever I can
Please provide a small sample post as your character, at least three paragraphs and one line of dialogue in length:
A street light blinks and standing below it is a ghost like figure. The street light next to it blinks and he is under it. He travels under each light, blinking out of existence and into it each second. Each time getting closer and closer to his target.
It's a busy roadway. He bounces between each vehicle until he stops inside a black sedan. The radio goes static and then a voice overrides the music.
"Evening Richie." The voice sent a chill down his spine.
"Who's there?"
"Me." The man looks to his the passenger side there was now the thing sitting there with its blank stare.
"You are suppose to be dead! We shut you down."
"Poor naive Richie. Do you understand how small you are? Only a little cog in the great machine." Jack grabs the steering wheel and pushes it toward the left. The car shoots across the lanes and crashes through a guardrail. Standing at the ledge Jack looks down at his job well done. Without saying a word he turns his back and heads toward a sign made up of lights reading road work ahead. And like that he's gone.
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