Post by Benjamin Weiss on Jul 30, 2008 1:11:44 GMT -5
The Character
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Canon or your own: Own
Copyright (Marvel/DC/ect): Dave Inc.
Characters civilian name: Benjamin Weiss
Code names/Aliases: The Technicolor Terror, Joe Friday, Bill Gannon, Phillip Marlowe, Rick Blaine.
Class [Superhero, Vigilante, Mercenary..ect]: Vigilante/Anti-Hero
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Gender: Male
Age: Twenty-Eight
Apparent Age: Twenty-Eight
Hair: Light brown.
Eyes: Blue-Green
Height and weight: 6' 175 lbs.
Appearance: For outside of costume see picture. In costume, he wears black high-tops, black jeans, black felt bowler cap with a small, bright green feather in the band, fingerless gloves, and a black t-shirt with a large, bright blue shield emblem on the chest, and a domino mask.
Picture [if available]:
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Super Powers: None, he's super-crazy I guess.
Learned Abilities: Master of several fighting techniques. Boxing, Kung Fu, Tae Kwon Do, Tai Chi Chuan, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, and Gung Fu, to name a few. Is also a fair skilled acrobat due to his training in strength and flexibility.
Equipment: Costume, Colt 1911 .45 calibre pistol, not much else
Weaknesses (Must Have): He's just a human.
Background: Ben was born and for much of his life, believed he lived in the shadow of his fraternal twin Dave. Indeed, despite Dave's seeming unpopularity, he had far more friends than the alienated and awkward Ben. This made Ben a little off. He was constantly pushing himself to do better than Dave, all the time. He refused to stop at anything less than better. This often made him an irritable and angry person. When his brother Dave became the king of their High School, but Ben was still that lonely kid. He performed better in school, and when Dave began to train in the Martial Arts, Ben followed suit, working himself into the ground. He forced himself to be stronger and better at all times. It was all for naught though.
Being his brother, Benjamin was Dave's reluctant confidant. When Dave revealed the sudden emergence of strange powers, Ben could scarcely believe it. He was so angry. He tried and tried to repeat the process which led Dave to become "special" but it didn't work for Ben. He couldn't ever match his brother, before at the very least he would know that he had beaten Dave. But now, Ben could not even manage that small feeling of superiority. He was incapable of achieving the greatness Dave had, and was unable to live up to his own standards. Needless to say this upset him. Ben kept Dave's secret well, never giving any hint. When time came for the brothers to leave Coast City, Dave went to Gateway, seeking the fresh Californian air, and beaches. Ben went to Gotham.
Gotham was a messed up place. A horrible mass of death and corruption. Ben looked at the city's mascot, the Batman, and saw in him a kindred spirit. Ah, he would think, He must be trying to prove something to someone, he's like me, trying to outperform society's expectations. Ben was smart, more than the equal of his brother, and better at investigation than his brother, so, when news traveled through the grapevine about a strange, masked adventurer running the rooftops of Gateway City, babbling about "Chi" Ben was intrigued. All this time in Gotham had been spent earning a degree in communications and minoring in music. He made a temporary move to Gateway, and became a local news anchor, to catch up with his dearest brother.
The two met, discussed briefly, and parted ways, Dave staking his claim in his new life, and Ben deciding it was for the best to leave it alone. Ben made his way back home, but hadn't quite decided where home was yet. He settled in New York for a time. While there, reading off local news, he heard of some truly atrocious things going on. He had at one point, decided that enough was enough. He donned a costume, similar to his brother's but less flashy, more night-friendly and without the jacket, it got in his way, he called himself the Technicolor Terror, with glow-in-the-dark bright colors that made criminals laugh and cry at the same time. Batman was ruthless, the Terror was hell. He started small, following little crimes, breaking up drug distribution centers, gun-smuggling and the like. But soon, he was on to something much bigger than people killing themselves with blatant irresponsibility.
A girl had gone missing. No ransom, no note, no nothing. She had just vanished. Through no easy process of investigation, Ben eventually found a location. An address that never existed scribbled on a piece of napkin not by a man who was never in the same drinking establishment as Ben. He Found the house easily enough. He broke in easily enough. He saw what he saw, but he couldn't quite describe it. That was the hardest part of the experience, just seeing it. A small girl, just a kid, after having been used by a disturbed man, had been skinned alive, the meat on her bones saved for use later as food. The scraps that the killer did not want, went to the dogs.
Needless to say, they never found the man's body; whole, that is. The experience forced something within Ben's subconscious. The sight was too much for him to handle. His mind split in two. On one side, he was Benjamin Weiss, a necessary man, whose work in the media gave some joy to people in its honesty, and who did good works through charities, a family man, without a family. On the other side, the Technicolor Terror, an unscrupulous midnight avenger, whose wrath was as legendary as it was deadly. It's called Dissociative Identity Disorder, and it spells out Insanity. He became as feared by criminals as Batman in his own small patrol area. Ben's insanity drove him to wander wide circles across the United States, as he still does. He always makes time for his job, but when the slightest break hits, he's off, around the country.
Personality: Ben suffers from D.I.D. two separate identities inhabit his body. The two identities acknowledge each other, and accept one another as a necessary being for the good of society. Ben is an important fixture in the lives of loved ones, and the Terror provides suitable means for punishing those who have previously escaped proper judgement. While Ben can be, off the air, soft-spoken and a kind man with good intentions, the Terror is severe, his methods are extreme, and often end in blood. He will stop at nothing to achieve perfect and absolute justice, even committing murder when the time is desperate enough and the crimes of the accused are fitting. The two identities work somewhat as a team, they leave messages for each other, when the Terror needs legwork done during the day, Ben is only too happy to assist in the justice process. Sometimes though, they fight. When Ben is on a date with a nice pretty girl and the Terror thinks time could be better spent seeking retribution for the damned, there is conflict, often resulting in disaster. They are a complicated duo, and if nothing else, quite dynamic. Both have grudging respect for each other, but neither approves of the way the other lives, especially when the other wakes up with a surprise. Either a new addition to an ever growing collection of scars, or a naked girl in the bed.
Other: Ben's favorite song is the 10538 Overture by Electric Light Orchestra. The Technicolor Terror's favorite song, is A Moment of Silence, by Streetlight Manifesto.
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Brief Sample Roleplay
Ben loosely grabbed the carton of Soy Milk and pulled it from the fridge. As the shiny, faux, stainless steel door swung slowly to a close, Ben caught the note on the door that e hadn't seen when he had entered the kitchen. His mind was a blur, he had more than a couple bruises on his shoulders and back. He looked carefully at the note.
"Peter Wilkinson. Previous arrests. ASAP." The bottom was underlined. Someone clearly meant business. Ben stared at the bowl of Cheerios. They were sad without milk, lifeless, pointless, meaningless. Ben poured the Soy milk and saw that there was another message written in sharpie on the carton. "Stop drinking this crap. Tastes awful. Get whole milk at store, Wednesday." Ben laughed. As long as he had the steering wheel, he would eat what he wanted to. Unfortunately the Terror felt the same way, Ben noticed, tasting the fast food onions on his breath.
Opening up his laptop, Ben began to eat. Thoughtfully. He wondered when it had started. He couldn't remember. Every time he tried to look backwards, he could remember always having the Terror in the back of his head, but he knew that wasn't right. He tried thinking about it as he opened up the police database, he got a migraine, and stopped. The pain subsided. He searched for the name he had been provided. Ben scanned the list of priors. Lots of possession and assaults. He wondered what he was suspected of now. He printed out the sheets of paper needed and hung them under a magnet on the side of the fridge. He got ready. He left for work.
-Twelve Hours Later-
He woke up, still a little groggy. Walking to the fridge he opened scanned the room, searching for a hint of the time. None could be found. As he reached inside the fridge for the three day old Chinese take out leftovers, he saw a message written in sharpie on a carton of Soy milk.
"Never!" The Technicolor Terror laughed quietly. He pulled the fried rice out of the fridge, and gobbled down a few mounds of it before placing it back. As he pulled his head out of the fridge, he saw the papers hanging on the side. Grabbing them quickly, he flipped through the pages, scanning. Lots of Possession and Assaults. It was a history alright, but it wasn't rock solid proof that he was the murderer. But he had some probable cause at least. He left the papers on the table and checked the time. It was kind of late. He had better get going.
He got ready. He left for work.
