Post by johncheese on Oct 8, 2017 6:19:19 GMT -5
Headhunter here, bringing you the details of our all new members of our villainous fraternity. With the threat of the Conspiracy and their thugs not to mention all of the heroes and enforcement on the prowl, we felt it necessary to let you, our clients and comrades in on what you get when you hire me and mine.
William Taurens AKA Man Bull
Height - 8’0
Weight - 285kgs
Eye Colour - Brown
Hair Colour - Brown
The meta-human muscle on our team, not to mention our leg breaker when interrogation is required. Not the greatest of thinkers, Bill relies on animal cunning when in a bind, something that is both an asset and drawback at different times. While unfairly contrasted with individuals such as Mr Hyde, Man Bull isn’t a sadist, he’ll do the worst things imaginable, but only when ordered, and if his past tales are anything to go by, he’s got a gentle soul lurking behind that rugged bovine exterior. His motives on going against the Conspiracy is motivated by their terrible treatment of him, and if he is to be believed a potential assassination attempt against him.
Former Connections
Emil Borgdsky AKA MK9 (Active)
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“Wretched slit necked terrorists!” The man dressed in silver amour hissed, as he calibrated the sonic blasters mounted on his shoulders and wrist gauntlets. “Bad enough we have to work with mutants like horn-head over there," He spat as a figure who was equal parts man and bull headed below decks, "but now we have to give these Atlanteans out cut.”
“At least you’re not having to lug it onto deck Sonic.” A woman with skin covered in gleaming black stone from the neck down replied as she magnetically deposited a pair of statues down on the deck. “To be honest I’m glad to be out here what with what happened to the last Pole-Dancer. The guys who came back from Antarctica say Lodestone melted her down into slurry.”
“With a crew like us behind you there would be no chance of that.” Sonic stated, as a humanoid bull returned with a safe slung over his shoulder. “Watch this, I have a brown noise frequency that will be perfect for him.” He added, as he aimed his gauntlets at his bovine companion, an inaudible sound striking him before with a boat rattling release of gas, the Man-Bull hybrid dropped a load on the deck, much to the amusement of Sonic and Pole-Dancer.
“What the hell is going on here?” A man coming up from below-decks asked, his hand sparking with electricity. “Oh Bill don’t you know how to use a toilet, that is just disgusting.” He said as he pointed an accusatory finger at the bovine culprit.
“I don’t know what happened, I don’t mess myself,” Bill snorted before glowering at the snickering Sonic and Pole-Dance, “ever!!”
“Obviously that’s not true, but what do you expect from a dumb animal.” Sonic replied, as he covertly fired another ‘green wave’ pulse at Bill, this time causing him to wretch and vomit all over the deck. “Looks like the sea breeze doesn’t agree with you.” He added, as Pole-Star manipulated the safe, the weight increasing and causing Bill to topple over sideways.
“Look Bill, take five minutes, and then come out and clear this up.” Lightning Fist ordered in a calm manner, before shooting a knowing look as Sonic. Nodding Man-Bull got to his feet, only for a static charge to run across his body, his muscles convulsing and sending him falling face first into the pool of vomit.
“Let me help you wash that off.” Pole-Dance purred in a friendly seeming voice as the anchor chain twitched, before wrapping round Bill’s neck and dragging him over the side and down into the crushing abyss of the Atlantic Ocean.
“Okay that’s enough.” Lightning Fist ordered as he walked over to the side and sent an electrical current through the chain. “Cut the line, we don’t need any more dead-weight slowing us down.”
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For more information make sure to check out Villains for Hire #16
William Taurens AKA Man Bull
Height - 8’0
Weight - 285kgs
Eye Colour - Brown
Hair Colour - Brown
The meta-human muscle on our team, not to mention our leg breaker when interrogation is required. Not the greatest of thinkers, Bill relies on animal cunning when in a bind, something that is both an asset and drawback at different times. While unfairly contrasted with individuals such as Mr Hyde, Man Bull isn’t a sadist, he’ll do the worst things imaginable, but only when ordered, and if his past tales are anything to go by, he’s got a gentle soul lurking behind that rugged bovine exterior. His motives on going against the Conspiracy is motivated by their terrible treatment of him, and if he is to be believed a potential assassination attempt against him.
Former Connections
Emil Borgdsky AKA MK9 (Active)
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“Wretched slit necked terrorists!” The man dressed in silver amour hissed, as he calibrated the sonic blasters mounted on his shoulders and wrist gauntlets. “Bad enough we have to work with mutants like horn-head over there," He spat as a figure who was equal parts man and bull headed below decks, "but now we have to give these Atlanteans out cut.”
“At least you’re not having to lug it onto deck Sonic.” A woman with skin covered in gleaming black stone from the neck down replied as she magnetically deposited a pair of statues down on the deck. “To be honest I’m glad to be out here what with what happened to the last Pole-Dancer. The guys who came back from Antarctica say Lodestone melted her down into slurry.”
“With a crew like us behind you there would be no chance of that.” Sonic stated, as a humanoid bull returned with a safe slung over his shoulder. “Watch this, I have a brown noise frequency that will be perfect for him.” He added, as he aimed his gauntlets at his bovine companion, an inaudible sound striking him before with a boat rattling release of gas, the Man-Bull hybrid dropped a load on the deck, much to the amusement of Sonic and Pole-Dancer.
“What the hell is going on here?” A man coming up from below-decks asked, his hand sparking with electricity. “Oh Bill don’t you know how to use a toilet, that is just disgusting.” He said as he pointed an accusatory finger at the bovine culprit.
“I don’t know what happened, I don’t mess myself,” Bill snorted before glowering at the snickering Sonic and Pole-Dance, “ever!!”
“Obviously that’s not true, but what do you expect from a dumb animal.” Sonic replied, as he covertly fired another ‘green wave’ pulse at Bill, this time causing him to wretch and vomit all over the deck. “Looks like the sea breeze doesn’t agree with you.” He added, as Pole-Star manipulated the safe, the weight increasing and causing Bill to topple over sideways.
“Look Bill, take five minutes, and then come out and clear this up.” Lightning Fist ordered in a calm manner, before shooting a knowing look as Sonic. Nodding Man-Bull got to his feet, only for a static charge to run across his body, his muscles convulsing and sending him falling face first into the pool of vomit.
“Let me help you wash that off.” Pole-Dance purred in a friendly seeming voice as the anchor chain twitched, before wrapping round Bill’s neck and dragging him over the side and down into the crushing abyss of the Atlantic Ocean.
“Okay that’s enough.” Lightning Fist ordered as he walked over to the side and sent an electrical current through the chain. “Cut the line, we don’t need any more dead-weight slowing us down.”
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For more information make sure to check out Villains for Hire #16