Screen Name: Catman_prb
Character you'd like to portray: Randall Flagg
Superhuman powers, traits, other attributes of interest: Some serious ****. Immortality, and some fairly huge reserves of magical power, the limits of which are unknown.
Originally appearing from (which comic, and company?):
The Stand (Novel by Stephen King, comic series from Marvel Comics)
Fictional history of the character (as you're going to interpret it): Much of Flagg's past is unknown, even to himself.
Hero, Villain, or Walking the line?: Villain
List a few reasons why you chose this character: I kind of left Flagg when he was needed. My bad.
How will this character differ from it's original incarnation?: Well I've only ever read The Stand, not The Dark Tower series, so I'll be sticking with what I know. There's also the fact that he's playing on a larger field this time; the population hasn't succumbed to Captain Trips ala the book.
Write two complete sentences explaining what you can bring to this RPG: Penis. Penis two.
How many days a week you intend on posting in the RPG: As many as I have to.
Please provide a small sample post as your character, at least three paragraphs and one line of dialogue in length:
A small service station on the side of Route 51, somewhere in Missouri. It didn't much matter where, because the Walking Dude was used to following his feet where they wanted to go. And this fine day they had chosen well. He pushed open the door and walked into what was essentially a rural bar. They even had a jukebox blasting out his favourite song. Why, it was almost fate. He grinned wolfishly at a young waitress, who blushed and scurried away. He knew who he was looking for.The man in question was sitting at the bar, looking vaguely dejected. The Dude sat on the barstool next to him, looking intently at the man as though he was waiting for him to burst into flames.
"Can I help you?" the man asked, straightening his fedora hat on top of his head.
"Randall," the Dude said, sticking out a hand, which the other man took with a frown.
"Whistler," Whistler said, turning back to his drink.
"Whistler? Say I've heard that name before," the Man In Black said, putting his denim clad hand to his chin. Whistler turned and glared at him, now obviously pissed off.
"Listen pal, why don't you just **** off, there's a good boy, eh?" he said, drinking heavily from the bottle in front of him.
"No seriously, I've heard of you!" the Dude said, pounding his fist on the table with joy, before his face fell serious
"Shouldn't you be heading up Alaska way?"
Whistler stood up, bristling.
"I wouldn't shirk your job if I were you, boy. The Powers giveth, the Powers taketh away,"
"Just who the **** are you?" he growled.
The Dark Man stood up and gripped Whistler's face, looking for all the world as if he were about to kiss him. The Dude stared deep into the reformed demon's eyes and grinned his wolfish grin.
"Why don't you tell me, boy?"
The screaming was heard a half mile away.
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