Wehkeh's List of Awesome

Akwey, starting with two characters here...largely unaffiliated with comic/tv. Some mentions of such characters are in here, but these two themselves fit in just about anywhere.


GENERAL INFORMATION
Name:Richard Morisson
Alias:Rigor Mortis, Rii-san
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Birthplace: Las Vegas, Nevada
Birthdate: 11/1/2017
Occupation: Mercenary
Martial Status: Unknown.

BACKGROUND INFORMATION
Powers:
Adjustment of the following: Density, Weight, Mass, Volume, and Total state of personal matter and anything touching him directly at will. To be more exact; Rigor is capable of altering any and all parts of his body into whatever size, and/or shape he may wish. Unlike others of such abilities, Rigor's powers are not so much displayed as stretching or bending, but in dismemberment and contortion; often a sight more than a little unsettling. For example; rather than stretching one arm, he would unravel all the skin, muscle, bone, and fabric that make up the limb and link them all together in disturbing mimicry of a lasso. Adding to this already ghost-like idea is his ability to alter his own density, and that of objects he touches within a one-meter radius at will. This is not only limited to phasing parts or all of himself through walls, and other solids, but the capability to grab another object and/or person and phase them along as well.

Weaknesses:
Energy, be it in the form of a barrier or blast. While lightning has no effect on him, most other forms of energy exist in a constantly-phasing state that enables them to stun him quite painfully if he is ever hit by one. His other weakness in this area is magic. As his powers derive from it as well, the stuff tends to cancel his phasing abilities, leaving him vulnerable to containment spells and offensive attacks of such nature.

Weapons:
Always thought to be slightly paranoid, Rigor has armed himself with four clip-guns; one under each arm, and two in a waist-holster. Each firearm is roughly the size of a human forearm in length, and the fronts of Rigor's belt and chest-harness are lined with spare clips. The only other noteworthy feature of the weapons is their ammunition. Richard was not paranoid enough to make them all out of silver and bless them, but he has made sure each and every bullet packs the punch of a miniaturized warhead.
Appearance:

• Hair:black with transluecent streaks of pale blue and green.
  
• Eyes: empty sockets with miniscule blue glows emanating from the centers
  
• Height: 6'3"
  
• Weight:Unknown
  
• Clothes: Unbuttoned navy blue trench coat, black slacks and hiking boots of the same color. Also known to wear rubber-studded fingerless dark blue gloves. Has evidently never heard of a shirt.
  
  As though adding to the already-odd lineup of clothing, Rigor's flesh, bones, and organs themselves seem to be in an ever-changing state of being; with various (and/or all) parts of him shifting between visibility and invisibility from day to day. Most often however, it is his skeleton and organs that remain mostly visible while his skin seems to assume a transparent state.
  

Personality:
It is either an unrelentingly positive outlook on life, or that kind of terror that causes the afflicted to babble like an idiot until he or she dies. Either one, ore a mix of both seems to keep Rigor in an ever-active state of being; whether he's attempting to brighten a gloomy situation, or annoy the living crap out of a captor. While he grasps the concept of stealth missions easily enough, his energies are more commonly directed to a morbid enthusiasm for horror movies, blood, and other sorts of screen violence.

Background information:

Early 2015.

The year was one that followed one of the most dramatic changes ont he planet earth. Ever. Within years of a catastrophic election centered in the United States, much of the world began to change the way it did things. predictably, a change of the nature that occured did lead to several years of everyone taking credit -from world leaders to the pasty-faced otakus of Osaka, Japan.

General consensus however, said that the change was self-perpetuating. People in the world became less concerned with their personal needs and rights, leaving them behind for the greater good. Some people still bickered about it however, blaming the entire "good will" cause on everyone and everything from communists, to mutants, to alien takeovers.

The first rationale was a pile of crap.
The second had some evidence, but by that time, the majority of humanity was sick of the bigotry.
The third reason however, was merely a follow-up as earth suddenly became a magnificent crossroads among the stars.

Oh, and some people thought the unification of earth was a movement by the Power Metal Transvestite Lesbian Cult of Katie Holmes, but those people were dismissed as wackjobs and eventually disbanded.

Curiously however, Earth's status as an intersection on the Galaxy's suburbs just off the Universe-89 interstate was not merely a physical state of being for the small planet and its inhabitants.

It was a mystical junction as well. Again, mutants found themselves blamed for the stranger occurances such as schoolbuses mutating into chitinoid battle-beetles, however power-checks soon pointed out that no existing mutant had such an ability.

Theories surfaced from the most scientifically detailed -courtesy of Batman- to the most inelligable-yet-serious thoughts of Stephen Strange. As seemingly magical "Clashes" happened with equally random situations and locations, the world's mystics were put on guard at major city locations as a preventive measure against any sort of catastrophe that could not be solved with a batarang or spider-webs.

Unfortunately for those with weak stomachs, the Bellagio evidently did not count as a major location.

Despite a relatively worldwide utopia, peace was limited to racial boundaries. Crime still thrived, and concern over who was using what weapon was minimal, as declarations of war among countries had become a nonexistant thing. And so, as the complexity and power of weapons increased, so to did the violence: A peaceful world ravaging itself in war.

Richard Morisson himself was one of the odd-ones-out, having been born into a relatively well-off family in the middle of Nevada, yet never seeming to truly care for what he had. As a result, he spent much of his time away from home and family with small-time gangs, never fully allying himself with any of them, but rather taking the mercenary route. He lived not for money or any cause other than the role of a thrillseeker.

While much of the scare brought on by unseen magical forces kept earth in a relative lockdown of itself, Richard was one of the few who began benefitting from the incidents. Scared people meant paranoia, and that meant they often carried everything on their person, and that meant easy pickings for anyone with a gun and half a brain.

To say the black-haired boy made a fortune off mercenary work during that time was an understatement. He would've bought out Microsoft if the company had still been around.

Unfortunately, as realization of what he could do with the fortune hit him, Richard found himself caught in the middle of a city war between two gangs. While such ocurrances were unremarkably common within Vegas, this time the gangs involved were both ones Richardhad worked for in the past. Stuck in no-man's-land between two factions that would kill him if he were discovered, Richard went into hiding beneath the city, leaving his money behind and secluding himself in an abandoned -though thankfully well-stocked- laboratory for the duration of the fight.

Three nights later, his life was changed in what many would later know as the Nevada Ghostway. Beneath the Bellagio itself, unseen forces clashed and created the epicenter of an overlay that spanned the entire city for a mere few seconds.

A few seconds however, was all it took to flip things completely upside down, removing the living from existance and returning the deceased to their once-rightful place on earth. For Richard, it was a split-case. Being caught in the very epicenter of the Ghostway pulled him towards death and held him back from it at the same instant, rearranging his entire body and spirit in a reaction that left him a living being despite suddenly obvious physical properties of the dead.

Emerging from the wreckage, or rather, through it; the spectral human merely gazed around and realized that despite the catastrophe and many like it before it; nothing had changed. Humanity recovered itself, and only moved forward of its own will. The disaster in his eyes had changed nothing, and neither would his "mutation."

The mercenary had returned.

The Freak of Las Vegas: A Profile Documentary by KRyosynthetic Intelligence Human Geldroid model 4

Original concept by Gainax.
No, not that Gainax.
The one that Krige created in a stunning case of homage (meaning of course, it was copyright infringement)
I mean, come on. Haven't you guys wondered who authorized that yuri anime to spoof the Evangelion opening?

General Information
Name: Stephanie Morisson
Current Alias: Necromantic
Status: Living...even though she really shouldn't be...freak.
DOB: 11/2/2018
Place of Birth: Las Vegas, Nevada
Circumstance of birth: Mother lost a bet ...big time. (Or so we like to think.)
Age: 21, and still sober.
Height: Krige edit: Just tall enough.
Weight: Krige edit: Just the right weight too.
Legal Status: Freak No. Seriously. What sort of girl intentionally uses skin-corroding acid for laundry detergent.
Marital Status: single, with a fangirl complex for Hidan

Physical Description

• Hair: Just past shoulder-length, Dark Brown and often hanging loose around her face.
  
• Eyes: Grey
  
• Skin: Well, let's put it this way. She's so pale that she makes Michael Jackson of today look like the Michael Jackson of the Jackson 5.
  
• Extras: While other girls and women wear earrings, Stephanie takes the route of her cenobite fan-targets and wears fishhooks along the edges of her ears.
  
• Clothes: Remember that skintight black leather Trinity wore in the Matrix? Yeah, the one half the internet users out there fantasize about peeling off after their parents are asleep. Well, Necromantic wears that sort of thing.
  
  FAP AND DIE!
  

Powers and Abilities
Now for this segment, we will journey into the medical labs where records are kept of every subjects physiology and where.......Kiga seems to have been jerking off to the holograph displays of our female patients. Let's just ignore that, shall we?

• MC:PD. Motor control, post-dismemberment. Necromantic can easily control any part of her body as though it were attached, no matter how far away one part is from another. She could make her hand tickle you in Africa while the rest of her body is in Alaska at the same time her heart does a tap-dance in Hawaii.
  
• Inability to die of unnatural causes. Necromantic will of course, age and die, and can fall ill/die of disease. However poisons are ineffective and the most brutal of inflicted injuries do not seem to have any fatal effect. We know this for a fact, as we tried just about everything we could think of.
  
• Regeneration factor. While Necromantic cannot die from having her head cut off, such a thing does tend to inhibit one's standard of fighting. In such a scenario, simply placing her head on her neck would be enough to heal the wound and leave her good as new.
  
  ANYWAY, that's enough icky for now, so lets see if she's got anything we can exploit against her in case she tries to kill us for showing you all this.
  

Weaknesses

• Pain. No, it doesn't quite distract her in the agonizing sense. Rather, she has a fetish for such a thing that would have her repeatedly slitting her stomach and massaging her chest with her entrails in the middle of a fight when more important matters would command her attention. Hey, everyone's distracted by something.
  

Damn.

Personal History

Alright, now because she's Rigor's sister...we're stealing some of his bio to make the work that went into this seem more impressive than it really was....er...because it fits. Yeah.

That's it.

bullnuts

Early 2015.

The year was one that followed one of the most dramatic changes on the planet earth. Ever. Within years of a catastrophic election centered in the United States, much of the world began to change the way it did things. predictably, a change of the nature that occured did lead to several years of everyone taking credit -from world leaders to the pasty-faced otakus of Osaka, Japan.

General consensus however, said that the change was self-perpetuating. People in the world became less concerned with their personal needs and rights, leaving them behind for the greater good. Some people still bickered about it however, blaming the entire "good will" cause on everyone and everything from communists, to mutants, to alien takeovers.

The first rationale was a pile of crap.
The second had some evidence, but by that time, the majority of humanity was sick of the bigotry.
The third reason however, was merely a follow-up as earth suddenly became a magnificent crossroads among the stars.

Oh, and some people thought the unification of earth was a movement by the Power Metal Transvestite Lesbian Cult of Katie Holmes, but those people were dismissed as wackjobs and eventually disbanded.

Curiously however, Earth's status as an intersection on the Galaxy's suburbs just off the Universe-89 interstate was not merely a physical state of being for the small planet and its inhabitants.

It was a mystical junction as well. Again, mutants found themselves blamed for the stranger occurances such as schoolbuses mutating into chitinoid battle-beetles, however power-checks soon pointed out that no existing mutant had such an ability.

Theories surfaced from the most scientifically detailed -courtesy of Batman- to the most inelligible-yet-serious thoughts of Stephen Strange. As seemingly magical "Clashes" happened with equally random situations and locations, the world's mystics were put on guard at major city locations as a preventive measure against any sort of catastrophe that could not be solved with a batarang or spider-webs.

Everyone ignored Lake Tahoe though.

Let's face it...Lake Champlain was friggin laughed out of whatever "Great Leak Naming Comittee" this effed-up country has, so why'd they give some little puddle in Nevada attention?

*cough* Anyway, that was where the Morisson home was...a quiet place except when Richard showed up with a few gang buddies. It was during those times that Stephanie would remain hidden in her room, always pretending she wasn't home and drowning herself in the artwork of manga or a guro doujinshi on the computer.

In that day and age, there was little else for her to do with her life, as many civilians were under preemptive quarantine, and those that weren't were like her brother; gang members. It was a lonely life, but she was...

Well, screw that. She didn't really know what she felt, if anything. She just sort of drifted through life like that housefly that always buzzes around your lunch but never lands long enough for you to swat it with last week's issue of People magazine. Well, perhaps we goofed up again. There was one feeling in her life that she was so used to that it hardly bothered her: Fear. She was easily as old as -if not older than- some of the people her brother ran with, but there always existed the fear that they could do something to her that we would rather not mention here as this thing is already pushing the PG-13 envelope. But seriously, the gang her brother was in was comprised of the most cunning and devious of all Las Vegas teenagers, and we're not talking the kids who could slip past the slot machine attendant at age 13 and gamble. We're talking the types who could kill that seven-foot tall over-muscled attendant and use his visas to empty the slots without arousing suspicion. Well, sometimes they did arouse suspicion..and raped her too.

Yeah, these were a far cry from your average gang of "young, dumb and ugly"

It was after perhaps two years of this that she decided to face the pain in her own way

[Bio area edited. For elaborate details on attempted suicide, please read any guro doujin by Juan Gotoh, such as Applicant For Death II. Otherwise, keep reading this bio. NO, I am not going to provide a link to said doujin, you sick freak!

*cough*

Anyway, fate decided to laugh obnoxiously in the ear of Stephanie that day, as one of those oh-so convenient "Clashes" erupted throughout her house, melting the drapes and setting the metal pots and pans on fire. The girl herself already had the carving knife in her abdomen and halfway across her belly when the energies washed over her, not only blowing her entrails into her face from the impact, but also knocking her across her room, through the upper level window, and off into the lake itself. (DAMN YOU CHAMPLAIN!!!)

So yeah, she regained consciousness with the knife still in her body, and more than a little confused as to why she wasn't (literally) emptying herself into the water around her. The realization that she had mutated in supernatural abilities however, came when she noticed that her right hand had been impaled by a jagged spar of driftwood, and wasn't bleeding or showing any signs of injury beyond the fact that there was a chunk of birch in her palm.

Needless to say, the experience of being impaled multiple times somehow managed to arouse her to the point that she only went to bed that night after dumping a bag full of broken glass onto her bed. Since then, notes reveal that other objects she';s slept with...er...on include thumbtacks, more broken glass, razor blades, nails, and her recent favorite; hypodermic needles filled with hospital blood.

It was then, in the suddenly bizarre world her home planet had become, that she began actively pursuing a career in the stunt department area. While the few weeks she spent on that job were *cough* invigorating, she was kindly instructed to leave after being told one too many times that the lead female character was supposed to leap from a curved balcony railing and avoid landing in the piranha tank.

In an odd twist of irony however, Stephanie (or "Necromantic" as tabloids began calling her) managed to find work in her brother's gang, acting as a scout for their raids. After several months, even she had to admit her own usefulness in being able to infiltrate a building and not worry about being killed in action. Despite this however, she still occasionally went out of her way to take extra bullets for the team which she later removed herself and sold on e-bay to buy new clothes.

SALE THIS WEEK: STEPHANIE "NECROMANTIC" MORISSON'S SELF-EXTRACTED ROUNDS!

-.45 caliber bullet casings!
-shotgun shells!
-shattered chainsaw blades!
-grenade fragments pulled, We mean, blasted from her stomach!

And the main exhibit attraction:
Anti-tank cartridge that failed to detonate; extracted from what remained of Necromantic's right eye socket!

15% discount to anyone who brings along a packet of razor blades.
All items free to the customer willing to bring along and give up a giant piranha aquarium.

So...are we done now? This is making me sick.

We are done? Wait, you mean just the bio right? We still have personality don&amp't we?

Dangit, I thought that one'd been summed up by now!

*sigh*

Personality
Takino Tomo with a severe pain fetish, okay?

Jeez>.>

Credits

Producer: Krige
Director: Krige
Cameraman: Combu
Concept: GAINAX (no, not that one)
Audience-provided sickness bags
Pointy Objects: ACME

Piranha provided by Sea World.