Tox_the_Jew
Planetoid
- Joined
- Jul 15, 2018
Heroes and villains are suppose to hate each other, not fall in love.
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However, one villain falls particularly hard for a super hero couple.
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He starts committing more crime in order to get the attention of those he has fallen for, because bad attention is still better than no attention.
While immature, the heroes eventually begin to understand the villain and try to reciprocate the feelings.
Name: Asher "Ash" Rosenthal
Bio: Asher, or Ash, was born into a "Hero" family: parents, siblings, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins are all heroes. Even he was going to be a hero at one time. However, things do change. When Asher was being trained as a sidekick, he noticed that the hero's life was not exactly the best fit for him: having to follow rules and laws, having to restrict his powers if it might injure civilians, and not being harsh on villains. The ultimate incident that culminated in Asher's fall was a mission with his hero that almost resulted in Asher's death.
Main Power: Energy beams
Minor Powers: Enhanced speed and reflexes, quick healing and super strength (compared to humans).
Other: None
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It had all started quite peaceful in the large city. The night had disappeared and the morning was just starting: construction crews began their loud work of trying to modify the roads or build the next apartment complex, people crowded the streets as they made their way to work, the roads full of honking cars and buses as they slowly make their way down the streets.
The First Bank was no different. A line had formed, criss-crossing back and forth to keep it more organized. Tellers rushed around trying to fulfill customers' requests. "Next!" A teller shouted as he helped finish an elderly customer. A young man approached the stand. "What can I help you with, sir?" The teller was moving paperwork back and forth on his desk. "I'd like to make a withdrawal, hun... a large one!" The young man suddenly withdrew a gun from his jacket and pointed it at the teller.
A scream could be heard and suddenly everyone was clambering to the exits. If the young man's only goal was to rob the bank, then he would've needed a plan to keep everyone inside the bank. However, that was not his only goal. It won't be long. He thought with a smirk.
"Freeze!" A lone security guard had somehow sneaked up on the robber. "Put the gun and put your hands above your head." Although the security guard was trembling, he kept his gun pointed at the young man. "As you wish." The young man, still hidden behind a large, black coat, suddenly dropped his weapon. The guard seemed almost shocked that the young man had dropped it. "Alright, now put your hands behind your head." The guard ordered.
"I heard you the first time." The boy smirked and began to fold his hands behind his head. However, the boy suddenly pointed a hand at the guard. A flash of orange surged across the room towards the guard. The guard' gun had been shot out of his hand by the beam. The guard just stared in shock, looking down at his now disintegrated gun. "Wooh, it's hot!" The boy shrugged his jacket off. Underneath he was wearing a black leather vest, a pair of beat-up black skinny jeans, and black combat boots. "You know what's funny? Robbing a bank with a fake gun when you have super powers." He chuckled loudly, his eyes glowing orange and having an evil glint in them...
"Please, let me go!" The guard begged as they made their way to the roof. "What did I say? Shut up and do as I say! If you do that then you can go back to your pathetic life." Their was venom in the young man's voice as he kept one hand pointed at the guard. His other hand was occupied by a dufflebag full of money. As the guard unlocked the door to the roof, the robber could hear sirens. "You know they'll come, right?" The guard said as they stepped out onto the exposed roof. "Yeah, that's the plan." He smirked.