Post by Lobo on Mar 9, 2013 17:36:28 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, border: 10px solid #f1e3b4; width: 450px; background-color: #f6f7f1;] PERSONAL FILE HIGHLY CLASSIFIED AND CONFIDENTIAL GENERAL INFORMATION NAME: Lobo ALIAS: Lobo GENDER: “All male, baby” AGE: ? OCCUPATION: Intergalactic bounty hunter ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral AFFILIATION(S): None (in this incarnation) PHYSICAL PROFILE HEIGHT: 7’6” WEIGHT: 600 ish (gotta watch m’ girlish figure) EYES: Red HAIR: Oily Black CLASSFICATION: Alien UNUSUAL FEATURES: Lobo is indeed something else. Standing nearly 7'6", chalky white in skin tone, accented with greasy hair, scruffy beard and B.O. that could stop a rhino, our "hero?" has made a living as an intergalactic bounty hunter. Weapons of choice are anything big and destructive, though where he hides these massive guns on his person is still a mystery. He also sports his famous chain and hook and is very good at using them. He's almost as strong as Superman but can't fly without use of his space Hawg. Lobo also has a strict personal code of honor – he will never violate the letter of an agreement ("The Main Man's word is his bond"), although he may gleefully disregard its spirit. BEHAVIOR PROFILE He does have his “flaws”. He eats too much, drinks too much, chases women too much, gambles too much, and fights way way way too much. Bhwhawhahwahwhawha! Yeah. Homicidal maniac on a ‘roid rage The only spark of human kindness it towards his space dolphin friends whom somehow sooth his savage mind. He has displayed particular susceptibility to gaseous chemicals. Lobo can survive unaided in the vacuum of space. DOCUMENTED HISTORY (from comic vine/wikia) ) Spit out of Heaven and Hell, Lobo is the last Czarnian, and the universe's best bounty hunter. As a boy at the age of 17 he created a plague just to kill everyone else on his planet. He's as patriotic as a dead chicken. Lobo is the last survivor of the tranquil, peace loving Czarnian (Velorpian in Giffen's Omega Men) race. Pacifism, however, was not in Lobo's nature. He bit off the midwife's fingers, frightened a delivery nurse to death and attacked staff with scalpels at his own birth. His name is Khundian for "he who devours your entrails and thoroughly enjoys it." The carnage was only just beginning, Lobo killed every person charged with overseeing him until he decided to kill every last Czarnian. With his genocide complete, he decided to become a bounty hunter. Lobo played an important role in the Citadel War, in his capacity as a bounty hunter. He was hired by the Citadel's human agent Harry Hokum to capture the Euphorian known as Kalista in a bid to learn the secret behind her home world's planetary shield. Along with fellow bounty hunters Bedlam and Berserk, he raided the mothership belonging to the Omega Men, where upon he engaged in combat with Kalista. Soon after, Harry Hokum hired Lobo once again, this time to assassinate the Omega Men's interim leader Tigorr. Lobo never had the opportunity to complete the contract however. After the Citadel War ended, Lobo was then hired by Kalista's husband Primus to help them infiltrate a Citadel prison facility and free several of Primus' captured allies. During the prison break, Lobo killed the supreme commander of the surviving Citadel military forces. For a such a fierce bounty hunter and a loner, Lobo still held a few surprises under his brash exterior. He would prove to be more a team player than anyone would think. He kept a secret Pod of pet Space Dolphins that he cared for. When one of the dolphins was killed, Lobo tracked the perpetrators to Vril Dox II's newly formed band of freedom fighters, the L.E.G.I.O.N.. Lobo single handily crippled the entire team, but was halted by Vril Dox II, who offered to provide protection for the Space Dolphins in exchange for Lobo's service in the L.E.G.I.O.N.. Lobo accepted and accompanied the new team to Cairn, known galaxy wide as the "drug world." There the team dismantled the drug lords' empire by sheer brains and brawn. Vril Dox II also took advantage of Lobo's ability to multiply, which helped them destroy the remainder of Cairn's opposing rulers. During this mission, Dox secretly poisoned Lobo and his clones. Lobo was depowering, lost his ability to multiply, and his clones were destroyed. [7] It was later revealed that one of Lobo's clones escaped to the planet Kannit. [8] During Lobo's service in the L.E.G.I.O.N., it was clear that he held no personal love for any of his teammates. He followed Vril Dox II's orders out of some sense of honor, but did not hesitate to break both of Garryn Bek's legs. But even Vril Dox II was not immune. When Vril Dox II was raped and killed by Stealth, he too was cloned. Lobo took advantage of Vril Dox II's vulnerability and attempted to kill the clone in order to be free from his pact. Lobo was sent on an undercover mission to bring down a formidable opponent: the space pirate Dagon-Ra of the planet Trom whose natives have the power to transmute matter. He joined Dagon-Ra's crew and lead a successful mutiny against him. It is here that I would like to start Lobo, being still somewhat new at the bounty-hunting business and newly split from L.E.G.I.O.N to seek employment elsewhere. I also want to play him as visiting Earth for the first time (and what a surprise Earth is due for when he does show up!). POWERS AND ABILITIES KNOWN POWERS: KNOWN ABILITIES: STRENGTH LEVEL: 100+ tons WEAKNESSES: Lobo possesses a fondness for space dolphins, which sometimes affects his judgment. Additionally, Lobo's word is the only thing he finds sacred, and will keep his promises, even to his detriment. He is also highly susceptible to gas attacks. PARAPHERNALIA EQUIPMENT: See GUNS! TRANSPORTATION: His somewhat trusty Space Hawg WEAPONS: other than the plethora of guns, knives, and “frag grenades” that seem to pop up out of nowhere? His more trustworthy fishhook on a chain. EXAMINATION RECORD The hallways echoed with the pounding of heavily booted feet and ringing chains as the albino behemoth made a very aggressive beeline to the office at the end of the corridor. The stench that emanated from the beast's pores and lit cigar choked all bystanders around him, though it was hard to tell if the smoke from the cigar or the black puff drifting off his scalp was the worst offender. What few people congregated in the passageway quickly made berth for him as it looked like he was not going to stop, or even veer from his course if it were blocked. In all, the mighty monster looked like a demon that had battled its way out of the pits of hell. Even his clothes smoldered and were torn as if chewed on by rabid dogs. Not even the door slowed his furious pace. With a meaty hand, he slammed his palm into the door, springing it from the lock and swinging it back into the room with such force that the door handle made a gaping hole when it contacted the wall. The man behind the heavy black desk didn't seemed phased by the outburst of fury, nor did he flinch when the hulking chalky beast glared down at him with red eyes as he pulled out a heavy caliber gun. Just where the albino hid such weaponry was mind boggling, as he had neither holster nor evidence of any guns on him. All the smaller seated man did though was grin slightly, the lacquered black desk enhancing his already greenish complexion. "I see you have returned relatively unscathed." Red eyes bulged wider as the maniac was foamed at the mouth. "Bastich! Youse KNEW about dat place, didntcha? Didn't bother ta tell da Main Man about it, did yas?" The calm green man merely folded his fingers, even as the business end of the maniac's gun wavered inches from his face. "I had faith in you. I ASSUME you have the item?" The gun wavered a bit, then lowered as the white-skinned man scowled further. He reached into the back pocket of the tight black leather jeans and pulled out a golden coin. The piece was far from mint condition, being marred with several deep scratches and bent at a thirty-degree angle. He dropped the slug on the table and the greenish man leaned over, looking at the piece but not touching it. He sighed," I had hoped it would be in better condition." "Ya gots yer piece. Now I wants my cut." Green man leaned back in his chair, once again steepling his fingers. "How would you like to go double or nothing?" That scowl looked dangerous. "You renegin' on our deal?" "Oh no. I just have need of your talents once more." He opened one of the desk's deep drawers and pulled out a small palm-sized computer and handed it to the oversized monster. The beast took up the machine, using his thumb to scroll through the information as he frowned. "I have made arrangements." The greenish man added. Another drawer; another piece of plastic with various information imbedded in the face. "Consider that a 'diplomatic' passport. Show to anyone and there should be no problems. Now, I want you to find that target and bring it back to me alive and unharmed." Again the maniac scrolled through the screens. "I t'ink I c'n do dat." "Alive," the green man reiterated, "and unharmed. No bruising. Not even a scratch or this whole endeavor will be useless." He watched as the white-skinned killer hesitated. "I'll even add 50 million more creds, just to sweeten the deal." "Izzat so?" Now the big monster grinned, exposing a horrendous mouthful of greenish yellow teeth. "Youse gotta deal." With that the crazed killer turned on his heels and headed back out into the hallway, shoving aside those lingerers that couldn't dodge him quick enough. As the green man smiled, a small, yellow childlike creature crawled out from under the desk where he had hid in terror as the incident had unfolded. He ended up perching on the edge of the desk, gingerly taking the damaged coin from where it had been left, and blinking his oversized black pitted eyes. "Can you trust him?" the tiny six-legged man asked his green cohort? "No, not completely. But once Lobo sets his mind to the task; he will do it come hell or high water. If anyone can pull this off, he can." "I should hope so," the multi-limbed sidekick murmured. "It's only the end of the universe if he can't." ……… Lobo continued to mumble and grumble about his new mark as his Space Hawg coughed and grumbled as he came into Earth's orbit. He was still relatively new at this Bounty-hunter business; and his last go round still stung a bit. He doubted that his left eye would ever look completely forward again. But still the money was way too sweet to pass up. In fact his mind had focused so much on the money that he failed to notice that the bike's complaints had risen in tempo. It coughed, sputtered, spat, and then died; allowing his orbit to slowly decay. When he finally noticed that the big blue ball was looming closer, he realized he was in for a world of hurt. The Earth's gravity pulled him in, the atmosphere at first heating up the bike, then his boots, then his legs, melting the heavy leather before bubbling into his skin. He was doomed. He knew that, but this was gonna be one hell of a rush. He leaned in further on his bike, he's yellowish-green teeth bearing into the wind before they cracked off in pieces and fell out of his face, followed by his face as it slagged off his skull. Seconds later, the mass of metal and man blasted into Gotham bay. The waters of Gotham bay swelled and rocked with the impact of the flaming bike, but soon there was a calm. One would have thought that the Main Man would have been burned to a crisp, much less drowned, but 15 minutes later a figure surface near the dock. It barely resembled a figure, with the skin charred and waterlogged, but ever so slowly the skin repaired itself, melting in reverse as the charcoal fell, revealing the chalky white skin underneath. The face reformed, muscle and skin rolling back into place over the skull, replacing the death's head mask with an even more gruesome one. He shook his head, water flying from his newly regenerated ears, then clamored onto the dock. subject examined by Doctor Cyber | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 40px;] L O B O |
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