CHARACTER:[/COLOR][/COLOR][/U] Antonio "Tony" "Armadillo" Rodriguez
POWERS: Exoskeleton armor that makes him look much like a Armadillo thus the name, along with super human strength and stamina, and also a formidable wrestler.
BIO: Petty criminal Antonio Rodriguez use to terrorize San Antonio Texas with his wife, until she was diagnosed with cancer. Afraid he could not provide her with the best medical treatment do to lack of finical backing, he sought out the mad scientist Dr. Karl Malus. Dr.Malus a leading expert in biogenetic engineering agreed to help Antonio's wife, if Antonio would agree to become one of his test subjects and carry out a few task for him. Antonio agreed and for a few day the good Dr. worked his magic. Antonio's task usually involved brushes with the avengers, weather it was stealing one thing or another or simply trying to beat up Captain America. After a few jobs Antonio's wife was cured. In order to rebuild his live he began to wrestle for the UCWF (Unlimited Class Wresting federation). Years latter the now claimed Armadillo would fine his wife unfaithful, sending him on a downward past of depression, crime and jail time. Now he is fighting at the Ultimate Fighting League.
WHY I HAVE CHOSEN THIS CHARACTER: For some reason i like a lot of the less talked about character in marvel and he is one I remember see in the X-men show as a kid and wondering who he was till years later when I found the means to enlighten myself.
MY INTENSIONS WITH THIS CHARACTER: A beat up has been bad guy, a beat up has been wrestler, looking for a shot at the big time no matter that maybe.
WHAT I BRING TO THIS RPG: The other guy, the story one one else was going to write or look for. Hopefully my story will give this character with so little depth some real life.
THE FIST ACT:
One Year... Three Months... Fourteen Days... I have no food, I'm flat broke, god damn truck got's a flat, and those smug f***'s at the UFL wont retune one single call in the last year and three months. Heh they better jump on it before the city shut down the electricity again. They shut my damn water off three nights ago, I'm starting to smell myself and the truth is I'm startin' to smell like s***. But hell, it matches the man in the mirror. The worst part though is I know that B**** she is off with that Sancho, probable laughin' at the fact she was smart 'nuff to leave a freak like me. Looking at my life so far you assume me as a dumb s*** good for nuttin', and you could call me a lier is i said you were wrong.
* the self loathing continues for a few minutes in the cold dusty, mildewy apartment until stopped abruptly by the phone ringing*
"I said I'll give you the God damn money when i get it!"
"Wow buddy, It your good friend Rey"
Reys not my friend or my F****** buddy, peolpe you consider a "friend" or "buddy" don't let you starve. How ever Rey Trueno is the man with the money and just so happens to be my so call boss and owner of the UFL.
"What you calling for Rey? You got a job for me or what?"
"yeah i have a job that is if you arn't doing anything"
"Well i just so happens I'm manager of a used car dealership, Course I'm Not doin' S***. Who want to look at a orange rock monster all day."
That thing has the life I tell ya.
"Good I have you up for saturday fight, you and Tombstone. It's under card but it pays, you in?"
"I'll be there."
Place smells the same, blood, money and skanks. Just like o'Rey, Place hasn't seen a face lift in year, but I'm one to talk heh?
"Glad to see you made it. Your in locker room 3 down the..."
"I now where its at Rey"
"well you better hurry you are on in ten."
I make it to to the locker room, it's s*** they are all s***. Poor lightin' that don't scare the roaches away, blood on the floor from god know how many fighters and the smell of lost hope. I hear the one of two decent places in this dump from my locker, locker room one the room for the champ. If I'm not mistaking it's that **** Guy "Flag Smasher" Thierrault. Rey must be on hard times if that guy is champ, i can't see him beatin' anyone, his own penis probably give him S*** when he's lonely. I'm on it ten hurry he said, i walk around bare ass naked all day, how much time does it take to be ready.
*The pre-game party down the hall is defend by the roar of the crowd and the announcer hyping tombstone as he walks down into the cage. Armadillo takes his time but also walks his way to the crowd.*
"And now entering the ring weighting in at fife hundred and forty pounds, The two time UCWF CHAMPION and the ONE TIME UFL CHAMPION, THE SINISTER SHELL, THE ROLLING KNOCK OUT, AAAARMAAAAAADILLLLLLLLOOOOOOO!
"Well, Pat, what can we expect of these two fighter?"
AND THAT'S THE JUST OF IT, HOPEFULLY YOU LIKE IT AND IF ITS COOL I'M GOING TO CUT AND PASTING THIS ON THE FORUM AND KEEP GOING FROM THERE. SORRY I DID NOT PROOF READ, IT'S ONE IN THE MOURNING AND I HAVE TO BE UP FOR WORK IN A FEW HOURS.
Thanks, Wesley Bernier :P