OOC: I just had this idea pop into my head earlier today, though it might be fun. Just submit a superhero or villain and wing it from there.
Raymond Cole was a private eye, one of the best in all of Triumph City. Until the day one of his clients turned out to be an old enemy in diguise. He doublecrossed Raymond, poisoned him, and would have left him for dead had fortune not smiled on Raymond enough for a police patrol car to be passing by at the time.
The doctors worked fast to save Raymond from the poison. During his recuperation stages, they tried new technology on him in an attempt to hasten the healing process. By some fluke of fate, the machines awakened in Raymond his latent psychic powers. When he discovered them, he kept them hidden. Only Raymond and his trusted doctor know his secret now.
These days, Raymond walks the city once more as a private eye. But what no one else save his doctor knows is that by night, he becomes the faceless hero, the master of deception and illusions, the nemesis of all that is evil and wrong, the mysterious Doctor ?!!
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Raymond waited in hiding. He had gotten word that this location by the docks was a drop point for the local arms trade. He was determined to stake the place out until he got results. Especially since he had gotten word that whoever was behind the trade had recently been taken under the wing of The Robber Baron. Ray had fought with him once before. A cartoonish anacronysm if ever there was one, but a threat to innocents nonetheless.
Ray didn't have to wait too long. A small truck pulled up to the alley and a few minutes later was followed a non-descript pickup truck. Though Ray couldn't hear the conversation from his rooftop pirch, he could clearly see the money exchanging hands. Time to go to work.
His form blurred and seemed to split as if seen through double-vision before fading away. The process reversed as Raymond's form manifested itself on the roof the first truck. He now stood in the low light dressed in dark blue suit with black shirt and black-crimson tie. Black gloves covered his hands, and a fedora was pirched on his head. His face was covered by a grey cowl which had a specially designed mesh over the eyes that prevented anyone seeing inside, but allowed him to see perfectly well out of it, even in low light.
"Evening, gents!"
Raymond Cole was a private eye, one of the best in all of Triumph City. Until the day one of his clients turned out to be an old enemy in diguise. He doublecrossed Raymond, poisoned him, and would have left him for dead had fortune not smiled on Raymond enough for a police patrol car to be passing by at the time.
The doctors worked fast to save Raymond from the poison. During his recuperation stages, they tried new technology on him in an attempt to hasten the healing process. By some fluke of fate, the machines awakened in Raymond his latent psychic powers. When he discovered them, he kept them hidden. Only Raymond and his trusted doctor know his secret now.
These days, Raymond walks the city once more as a private eye. But what no one else save his doctor knows is that by night, he becomes the faceless hero, the master of deception and illusions, the nemesis of all that is evil and wrong, the mysterious Doctor ?!!
-x-
Raymond waited in hiding. He had gotten word that this location by the docks was a drop point for the local arms trade. He was determined to stake the place out until he got results. Especially since he had gotten word that whoever was behind the trade had recently been taken under the wing of The Robber Baron. Ray had fought with him once before. A cartoonish anacronysm if ever there was one, but a threat to innocents nonetheless.
Ray didn't have to wait too long. A small truck pulled up to the alley and a few minutes later was followed a non-descript pickup truck. Though Ray couldn't hear the conversation from his rooftop pirch, he could clearly see the money exchanging hands. Time to go to work.
His form blurred and seemed to split as if seen through double-vision before fading away. The process reversed as Raymond's form manifested itself on the roof the first truck. He now stood in the low light dressed in dark blue suit with black shirt and black-crimson tie. Black gloves covered his hands, and a fedora was pirched on his head. His face was covered by a grey cowl which had a specially designed mesh over the eyes that prevented anyone seeing inside, but allowed him to see perfectly well out of it, even in low light.
"Evening, gents!"
