Second Tower Thursday

The Victor Statue: A life size bust of The Victor located near a playground in Central Park. It shows him protecting a small group of kids from the Emerald Elf. Under the bust is the inscription "A Hero to his last breath"

Fourth Temporal Tuesday

A scene from later this year.
Set in the room of a hospital.We see Virgil is sitting in a wheelchair beside the bed of a woman in her thirties. Virgil is yelling at the woman, "Was that [removed to avoid spoilers]? Was that my father?!"

Fourth Most Wanted Monday

Here's a little info on the man who killed The Victor, Gunner. He's now serving a lifetime sentence in Cheant (The Can) Prison for said murder and the known deaths of at least 132 other contract kills.

Real name: Will Tell
Age: 50
Ethnic group: Caucasian
Marital status: Widower
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 225 lbs
Known accomplices: Emerald Elf (chief employer)
Occupation: Hitman
Abilities: Master Marksman
Group affiliations: The Emerald Empire and the Spoiled Warriors(both formally)

Golden Age Sunday: Riding Sidecar Part 3

Riding Sidecar
Part III

After ten minutes without a trace of the Wild Pack, The Victor parked the bike onto the top of a hill, leaned back, and just listened to the park sounds. His grin seemed unaffected from the lack of progress. It’s almost like he was enjoying the chase.

After a minute of listening to the park animals, I decided to speak up, “How can three animal people just disappear?”

The Victor glanced over at me with a toothy grin, “You really can’t stop asking questions can you?”

Before I could say anything, he continued with a laugh, “I don’t mind, the reason we can’t find them is that they know the land. This is their home. We could be here of weeks and never find them. So we had to let them find us. Isn’t that right, Dyer?”

Dyer? Turning to look in the tree that The Victor had addressed that last line to, I saw a four-foot birdlike woman covered in brown feathers and wearing a backpack. She had been standing on a branch listening to us, until The Victor pointed her out. Jumping out of the tree, she screeched a reply, “Nice trick, scaring away my birds to bring me out. But you wouldn’t bag this bird.”

Kicking starting the bike, we sped after her. After a second, I realized what she was talking about. The bike sounded a lot quieter than it had ten minutes ago. It must have a stealth mode. And The Victor hadn’t been looking for the Wild Pack, he had been making has much noise as he could.

Turning to ask why he couldn’t tell me his plan, he beat me to it; “I needed you to act natural so they won’t catch on.”

After pushing a couple of buttons on the dashboard, he jumped onto the seat and said, “Take the wheel, I’ll get Dyer.”

“Take the what??!” Trembling I reach for the handles only to notice that a set had appeared from the inside of the sidecar. Grabbing them I start to wonder what other tricks the motorcycle had. I would love to see them, if I live that long.

Trying to steer, I was barely about to stop us from slamming into a tree. From beside me, “Keep her steady. It’s just like riding a bike.”

Missing another tree, I shouted back, “Easy for you to say, why can’t you steer?”

“I needed to get the rope from my saddle. Surf’s up.”

“What?!!” Glancing over to see what he was doing, I was surprised to see that he was standing on the seat like a surfboard with a coil of rope across his chest. His grin had grown even bigger. That showed me to laugh at The Co-Champion. I just wished I know how to drive.

Almost getting the motorcycle under control and missing another tree, I hear The Victor shouting “Gotcha!!!”

Looking up I saw that he had lassoed Dyer and was trying to reel her in when he shouted, “Tree!!!”

Turning back to the front, I saw a massive tree in front of us. I couldn’t steer around it and was getting ready for the crash when I heard The Victor say, “Guess its time to test the ejector.”

“The what?” Just when I was getting used to one special feature I was going to learn of another. Something sounding like a high pressed hose kicked on and shot the sidecar and me deeper into the woods.

From inside my helmet I heard The Victor say, “Keep your eyes open for the monkey.”

“What”

“Dorkin, he’s a monkey.”

Now I wished he was giving me more information. How can I find a monkey in the middle of Central Park?

First Titan Thursday

Professor Nice: A student of the occult, he was a member of The New York Patrol.

Real name: Conan Smith
Age: 25
Ethnic group: Caucasian
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 197 lbs
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blond
Occupation: College Student
Abilities: Skilled in the occult. Able to project lighting from his hands. Emits a feeling of well being in those around him.
Group affiliations: The New York Patrol (formally)

Third Wordy Wednesday

Absorber: A superhuman that has the power to soak up one or multiple types of substances.

Third Temporal Tuesday

Okay for this Temporal Tuesday I wanted to do something different. Instead of giving you a random glimpse into the future, today's will focus on PC's past.

The Patrimony Universe was a lot like ours but split during World War Two. There was a soldier from the UK that almost every tactical win could be traced back to. He was able to plan for anything and anyone down to the second and would never let an enemy survive to learn from their mistakes. But after the war, because of his viciousness and his ego, his superiors give the credit to others and destroyed any prove of his time in service.

Bitter, he turned to crime. Because of his precision and the large pocket watch he carried, the press dubbed him Father Crime. Flattered, he took the name and started to wear a custom tux covered with clocks. He went on to terrorize London for three decades uncaught before disappearing without a trace. But during those decades any criminal worth their salt either worked for or died trying to replace him. Historians would later look back and mark Father Crime as the first supervillain and the first costumed person. The world was never the same.