Blood of Heroes - A 3rd Edition Mutants and Masterminds Campaign Setting
Earth, 2021. An alien race known as the Skree has ruled over the planet for the past 20 years, subjecting the local populace to the sadistic whims of their most brutal reign. True heroes have been all but eradicated during the Skree Invasion of 1999-2001. That or they have fallen prey to the Skree's corruptive influence and mind-altering technology. Those heroes that still survive, do so either in reclusive hiding or by battling one another in gladiator-like fashion as the Skree's amusement. Now after twenty years of servitude, a new breed of heroes are slowly starting to emerge. Fed up with the decadence that now surrounds them and fueled by their own personal desires, these young heroes have decided to try and make a stand for humanity, once and for all.
Does this new breed of heroes have what it takes to rise up against the Skree and take back their homeworld? Are they capable of breaking the shackles of oppression that bind them to a life of unwavering servitude? Time shall tell True Believers, to see whether or not these few elite individuals truly possess...the Blood of Heroes.
Luke moves back to his crate and begins to look around the basement for his storage shelf. The man occasionally jerks his head over to a random direction and then again over to another. Simply put, his nerves are starting to rattle. This mixed with his own curiosity being as piqued as much as it is, and the poor fellow can't help but feel that he is allowing his imagination get the better of him. Whatever... Luke ponders as he finally finds his storage rack. Stupid rats...
A few minutes go by and Luke finishes up storing away his crate. Tucked securely upon the shelf and covered up tightly, the young man allows himself to be succumb to his overactive imagination one last time before finally leaving the basement.
Meanwhile...shortly after Luke leaves the basement. The sounds of a television can be heard. A flickering image slowly comes into view upon the set, illuminating Raging Tiger as he kicks a dead rat away from his fallen hamburger. Pondering whether or not he should finish off the tainted meal, the kung-fu hero quickly grabs his mask up from on the table and starts to put it on. Whatever... Tiger ponders, finally placing the mask upon his head. Stupid visitors...
Oh well, at least thehitcat knows what your guy looks like. I'll be sure to use this when the first adventure starts. Speaking of which, let me kick it into overdrive and try to finish up Muskrat's and veritas' Prelude so we can start things off!
Good job though, you defeated 2 out of the 3 rats and managed to keep the basement in pristine (run down) condition!
When Life Hands You Razorblades. You Make A Baseball Bat Covered In Razorblades!
The first picture captures Mr. Fowlers glare and general appearance perfectly. The second his greasy hair-do.
Remember though, this old geezer stands 6'10" and despite his enormous beer gut easily looks like the cross between Captain Britain, Sebastian Shaw, and Juggernaut...with a hint of Blob.
He also has United States Marine Corps tattoos on his arm and chest.
** Chanur **
As Luke shuts the basement door behind him, he turns about and stumbles right into the middle of Old Man Fowler's back. The large smelly man appears to be trying to lug a refrigerator up the stairs in front of him and immediately drops the thing on top of his foot when he and Luke collide. "Dammit ta Hell!" the cantankerous landlord curses violently, jerking his foot out from underneath the fridge, "Watch where yer frack'n going!"
Mr. Fowler immediately spins around and glowers down at Luke with a cheap cigar clenched to one side of his mouth. The large man then proceeds to blow a mouthful of vile smoke in Luke's face, inquiring. "What the hell kid!? Didn't yer pop teach you'ze any manners!? Ya don't go around sneaking up on people like that! I could have torn a back muscle or sumtin' !"
Old Man Fowler knows your dad. Probably how you got into this apartment. He's currently wearing a wifebeater tanktop and some plaid polyester slacks. He's also not wearing any shoes or a back harness to lift the fridge, only a pair of socks with the big toe of his right foot exposed. Coincidentally, this is the same foot that just had the refrigerator fall on top of it. He doesn't look too happy. Nope, not one bit. Though oddly enough, he isn't complaining about his foot. Just you.
Welcome to Hell!
** thehitcat **
Listening to the televisions set, Raging Tiger proceeds to snoop around the storage shelves for anything useful. He reaches into one of the boxes and manages to find some girlie magazines, nasty ones. The storage shelf is labeled Apt 207-B and whoever lives there must most assuredly be one sick individual. Yessirree! No sooner than Tiger has begun to flip through the magazines' pages then he hears a loud thump upstairs and then the landlord's booming voice barking angrily. Old Man Fowler is upstairs!
You've never met the man personally, but have seen him stomping about the complex. 6'10" ginormous muscles beneath an obese exterior. USMC tattoos and the penchant for taking no shit off of anyone! Pray he ain't coming down to the basement.
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Riiiggghhtt! Might be time for a patrol At least I'm wearing my mask.
Tiger hurries back over and shuts off the TV. He then heads away from the steps to the darkest corner of the room. He is prepared to leave by the quickest way possible if the Landlord comes down the stairs.
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Luke is startled as he backs into the huge man. "Pardon Mr Fowler. I was closing the door and didn't see you. Just put some stuff in the basement Ma and Pa sent me but had no room for. Need help with that fridge?" He cringes slightly at the big fridge on the mans foot.
Luke tries to be respectful since he is a friend of his fathers, but with the smoke in his face he is feeling like he would like to squash his head right now.
Old Man Fowler rolls the cigar around in his mouth, repositioning it over to the other side. He then replies. "I don't need no stinkin' help. Just watch where yer goin' for cryin' out loud..." The burly ex-marine proceeds to give Luke a rather scrutinizing look before continuing to bark and rant a little bit more.
"Rent's due next week," Fowler bluntly states, his demeanor cold and unyielding. "Don't be late paying cuz I'm tired of cutting you'ze chowderheadz slack! Now if you don't mind, I gotz a fridge ta move..." Having spoken his mind, Mr. Fowler then begins to fiddle about with the refrigerator.
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When Life Hands You Razorblades. You Make A Baseball Bat Covered In Razorblades!
Crossing the hall, Luke makes his way back to his apartment. The young man then fumbles about for his key and unlocks his door.
Meanwhile...down in the basement...
Raging Tiger remains hidden in the shadows, desperately straining his hearing to listen out for any signs of Fowler entering the basement. After a time, he feels confident that the man is not coming down and goes about his business as usual.
O.K. now you're done. Should be finishing up veritas' and Muskrat's soon. I'll probably even go ahead and start the first adventure too when time permits.
When Life Hands You Razorblades. You Make A Baseball Bat Covered In Razorblades!
At least I'm wearing my mask.
