Reference: Bethelzazar Darkinesecise-Name: Bethelzazar "Mr. Z" Darkinesecise (Buh-thel-zuh-zar Dar-kin-ese-cese)Reference: Bethelzazar Darkinesecise by BootyMcBoots
-Profession: Agent/Talent Scout for VTV. He rose to this position after seven other talent scouts met -mysterious, humiliating, painful and totally unexplained deaths.
-Yearly Salary: %40 cut from each of his 1,562,982 clients.
-Appearance: He lives in an office with only a dull red light and filled with cigar smoke. The number of people that know and remember what he looks like can be counted on one hand.
-Personality: Smooth, calculating, douchebag. All these and more describe Mr. Z. He's passively offensive and insulting at almost all times, but also upbeat and witty in his dialogue. His ability to manipulate borders on mind control and his power to predict what will please a crowd rivals the best prophets. Out of his hundreds of thousands of clients, he only truly cares about a handful. Half a dozen produce over %80 of his income, a good portion of that coming solely from Akusei
Reference: Akusei Akki-Name: Akusei AkkiReference: Akusei Akki by BootyMcBoots
-Race: Facio Informis, commonly known as "Stage Shifter". Stage Shifters can change to any form they can imagine within certain size-based limitations. However, they may only change to any given form once in their life. Their power is based solely on how famous that particular form is. They adsorb raw, emotional energy from everyone that knows of them, be it fear, love, hate, admiration, etc. This is due to latent psychic abilities most commonly referred to as "Vampiric Empathy".
-Profession: Intergalactic/interdimensional pop star for VTV, television for Villains. Their signals broadcast to every mountain fortress and crystal ball in the known universe. A particularly greedy and manipulative organization, they are responsible for the skyrocketing rates of villainy in the past 6,000 years.
-Yearly Salary: More than the gross domestic product of some solar systems.
-Appearance: A teenage gi
HoC R4 P1: Hell in a HandbasketThe smell of gunpowder mixed with light whiffs of strawberry frosting filled the ever growing battle zone the two warriors were creating. It only took both Vasuvan's forces and the Hands' defensive crew a few moments to realize they should avoid the warpath their respective assault and defensive leaders were on. The path of destruction was filled with mangled body parts, blasted shrapnel and cake. It led from the firing control room, through the mess hall and with one more explosive the combat was propelled into the now completely empty fighter bay.HoC R4 P1: Hell in a Handbasket by BootyMcBoots
The blond man brushed a gloved hand through his messy, blond hair. Soot and bits of pastry caked (pun intended) his face and hair, but he hardly seemed out of breath. Blood from already healed wounds left dark red stains on his leather jacket. He wide, unblinking eyes finally moved away from his foe to examine his remaining supplies. Gary smiled satisfactorily as he withdrew another six detonators.
The dark (chocolate) haired man
Currently I'm trying to improve my writing, and I feel like a comic would be great practice! If you want a friendly, dedicated writer, I'm your guy. Do note that my writing on dA is several years old and does not reflect my current skill.
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