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Casketslinger
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- Joined
- Mar 2, 2016
After years of service to mankind the Samaritan, the world's most powerful hero finally met his match. It wasn't some super strong killer machine alien, because he as stronger than any he'd met. It wasn't some mind controlling villainous psionic because his mind was incorruptible. Nor was is some magic powered demon because he was impervious to even those attacks. In the end it had been the Samaritan's own dark secrets that had finally brought him to his knees.
Years of being humanities moral cornerstone, always acting the part of the perfect gentleman in any situation, unit he met the Seductress. A new supervillain on the scene with the pheromone powers that allowed her to control humans. She used this power to manipulate the Sentinel of Justice and show the world what a secret pervert he actually was. The press had a field day, and his reputation was tarnish so bad that he had to hire a PR team to pull out of the public relation's nightmare.
Their first suggestion was that he assemble a super team. The idea didn't make sense to him at first, but under further scrutiny the logic panned out. The team's plan was to surround the Samaritan with other, even less morally sound heroes and in comparison, the Samaritan would look like a saint once more.
Today, the Samaritan stands, hips heroically on his hips, with the wind blowing his black cape out, ever so epicily. He is dressed in his usual white spandex unitard, gold belt and gold 'S' emblem shining in the sun. Red gloves and boots complete. His short cropped blonde hair was slicked back capping off his handsome blue eyes and square jaw. His media team was set to snap pictures, as soon as this new superteam's members arrived.
Years of being humanities moral cornerstone, always acting the part of the perfect gentleman in any situation, unit he met the Seductress. A new supervillain on the scene with the pheromone powers that allowed her to control humans. She used this power to manipulate the Sentinel of Justice and show the world what a secret pervert he actually was. The press had a field day, and his reputation was tarnish so bad that he had to hire a PR team to pull out of the public relation's nightmare.
Their first suggestion was that he assemble a super team. The idea didn't make sense to him at first, but under further scrutiny the logic panned out. The team's plan was to surround the Samaritan with other, even less morally sound heroes and in comparison, the Samaritan would look like a saint once more.
Today, the Samaritan stands, hips heroically on his hips, with the wind blowing his black cape out, ever so epicily. He is dressed in his usual white spandex unitard, gold belt and gold 'S' emblem shining in the sun. Red gloves and boots complete. His short cropped blonde hair was slicked back capping off his handsome blue eyes and square jaw. His media team was set to snap pictures, as soon as this new superteam's members arrived.