Bluemage
Fukeneh
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The city of Browning was a rather decent place...well, once you got past all of the super powered people who seemed to be running around there for whatever reason it was that they seemed to gravitate there. It was a nice city, filled with the hustle and bustle of normal life. It was a nice place. It really was.
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William power was sitting silently in his 'workshop' which was really the basement of his house. He was looking over what he had been working on now for quite some time. It wasn't all that good. It was a 'stun ray' which was supposed to help him get rid of some of the super powered heroes and whatnot. He looked her over for a few more moments and then he reached forward and picked the gun-shaped weapon off of the workbench, looking over it for a few more moments. This was really just dodging the actual topic that was his life. He needed to get out more. It was just a problem when you were an evil genius. He wasn't even sure why he was an evil genius. He didn't want to rule the world or anything. He just found the whole evil thing a bit therapeutic some of the time.
Sitting in his workroom sometimes not so therapeutic, but that was part of being an evil genius as well. It wasn't like every day was filled with action and excitement. It really couldn't be. He sighed and put the gun down again. Soon things would be exciting again.
((Description of my character will be coming in the next few posts))
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William power was sitting silently in his 'workshop' which was really the basement of his house. He was looking over what he had been working on now for quite some time. It wasn't all that good. It was a 'stun ray' which was supposed to help him get rid of some of the super powered heroes and whatnot. He looked her over for a few more moments and then he reached forward and picked the gun-shaped weapon off of the workbench, looking over it for a few more moments. This was really just dodging the actual topic that was his life. He needed to get out more. It was just a problem when you were an evil genius. He wasn't even sure why he was an evil genius. He didn't want to rule the world or anything. He just found the whole evil thing a bit therapeutic some of the time.
Sitting in his workroom sometimes not so therapeutic, but that was part of being an evil genius as well. It wasn't like every day was filled with action and excitement. It really couldn't be. He sighed and put the gun down again. Soon things would be exciting again.
((Description of my character will be coming in the next few posts))