Hellbound

Hey, good to meet you. In case I manage to space it off next week, happy sweet sixteen in advance!

It didn't take Hellbound long to get cleaned up and he could be seen returning from the locker room after what seemed like only a few minutes. His long hair was dark and still a little damp from the shower, his clothes had been changed into a slightly less torn pair of jeans and t-shirt and he was counting out a few hundred dollars as he walked. Apparently his prize money for the night. He wasn't very well compensated for his time. Certainly the performance he'd given was worth more than the handful of cash the champ was going over, but he wasn't really in this for the money anyway. Well, not entirely for the money. Everyone needed a hobby and until his superhero career kicked off this wasn't a bad way to keep the landlord off his back. "You guys ready?" He asked upon returning, the small sum stuffed into a front pocket of his jeans. "Someone else is gonna have to drive, but here's where we're going." Hellbound produced what must have been a flyer posted in the locker room. It contained some clip art versions of a bonfire, glowsticks and a few other raver accessories. There was also a crude map of what looked like a riverside clearing not far from where they were.

Not any place around here? That kind of went without saying, seeing as how they were on the waterfront in the middle of nowhere. The only people to party with around here were the ones sleeping with the fishes. And once the mafia dumped you in the river with cement around your ankles you weren't much for conversation. The problem was finding the right place, though. The girls looked like they'd fit in just about anywhere, but Jack was overdressed for most of the biker bars Hellbound knew about. Same went for a lot of the metal places, but there had to be someplace that could make them all feel right at home... "Hey!" Hellbound's face lit up with an idea. "I know some dudes that still like to hold old-style raves out here in the woods. They had some posters up about something going on tonight, 'bet we could track them down. Party under the stars next to a big-ass bonfire? It'd be like our own little burning man." The fighter was drenched in sweat, though, and that wasn't exactly the look he was going for at the moment. He motioned to the others to wait for him while he started moving towards the locker rooms. "Just give me a sec to scrape off the dried blood, put a shirt on or something and collect my paycheck. I'll be right back."

"Well hellloooo legs..." Hellbound took in Moira's form. It'd been that redhead he'd noticed watching his fights. Apparently she'd finally found the courage to actually talk to him. "You know, for you the autographs are free." He'd been so taken in by her appearance that it took a minute or two to realize what Jack had just told him. An investor interested in his future as a fighter? It'd sounded like many of the offers that he'd been receiving lately. Apparently his success had not gone unnoticed. "Hey, Jack, I don't mean to tick off the skirt up there, but I don't do agents. I'm not really a contract kinda guy. It cramps my style." He turned his attention back to Moira. The Faretti guy might have his own sense of style pulled together tight, but that's not the way that Hellbound swung. "But if this little lady wants to come help me celebrate my victory, I'm all ears. Hi, Red. My name's Hellbound. I don't think we've been properly introduced and whatnot."

Personally, Hellbound wouldn't know Oscar Wilde from Oscar Mayer, but he recognized a Goth when he thought he saw one. The vampyre wannabes loved hanging out at places like SuperSlams and a number of the grittier locales that he tended to frequent. "Autographs are ten bucks a pop, slick!" Hellbound called to his hailer. Looking past the excited, milling crowd he was able to pick the darkly handsome man out easily. "An' you gotta provide your own pen."

As many of you probably know, I've been cleaning house at SuperSlams for a while now. Can't say it's been too tough doing that, though. Not a lot of talent in that dump. Most of the real bad-asses have moved up to the major leagues at Circuit Maximus or gone on to live the dream as an honest supervillain. Meh. I'll stick around. At least until I get bored with the joint. Gives me a chance to stay limber and make enough dough to pay the rent. Don't think I'll ever be getting rich there, but baby to crowds get into me. I guess they don't get the chance to see real superstuds in action very often. I kinda get off on knowing that I can bring ray of sunshine into the gray little lives. Been seeing this redheaded hottie in the crowds for the last few nights. Not sure when she first started showing up, but there's something weird about her. I don't know what it is, but man I'd love seeing those legs in a set of those spandex long-johns the capes are always wearing. Or out of them, for that matter. If you know what I mean. Whatever. Make sure you get it to SuperSlams any time I'm handing out a few minutes of pain to some loser. Step up to the windows and drop some cash on my name. Odds run like crap these days, guess I've been stomping skulls a bit too hard in the ring, but I promise you it'll be the easiest money you've seen all day, slick.

While Hellbound continued to encourage the crowd, the ref counted his opponent out. Unlike most organized fights, however, he did so from outside of the ring. This official wasn't an idiot, he had no plans to get into the ring while these two monsters beat each other's brains out against the iron bars of their cage. That may have limited his control over the fight, but it wasn't like he could stop them from mis-behaving anyway. It was obvious to everyone that the stony-man wasn't about to get up from the canvass. He'd been put down savagely and, once the count had finished, his medical team rushed towards the cage door. The hum of electricity caused them to stop in mid-charge and shout towards the ring's control booth. They needed to get inside and see to their man, but they couldn't as long as the cage was still alive with lethal power. A second later, the juice was silenced and the door popped open by remote. Hellbound had taken himself to his own corner and was relaxing against a turnbuckle, just watching the events unfold with a smug expression of satisfaction on his face. The bruises that'd been given to him were already fading away and it only took seconds for the fighter to recover from all but the worst of the opposing blows. By the time the medical team were at work, one could hardly tell that Hellbound had just been in a fight. He was sweaty and still breathing hard, but other than that he looked ready to start the whole affair over once more. The med team worked their skillful ways and the beaten man on the mat was brought around, helped to his feet and presented to the crowd. He'd lost but he'd given the audience a good fight, so even though the sting of defeat was just now settling into his spinning head, everyone was happy with the outcome. The stony-man was okay and, in all probability, would be up for another match next week. Hellbound allowed the mixture of catcalls, barbs and cheers to subside as his fallen opponent was led out of the ring before coming away from his own corner. A few more self-aggrandizing salutes to the crowd brought another round of chaotic chanting and he headed towards the ring exit once his foe had been cleared away. Unlike the stony-man, Hellbound had no team to greet him as he stepped to the warehouse floor. He was alone in victory, apparently needing no support other than his own abilities. Most considered that to be an unwise decision as there'd be nobody present to help him to his feet should he lose a match, but so far that hadn't really been a problem. He was currently undefeated and the crowd parted for their champion when he entered the throng.

Let's say that he's relatively new? Maybe only been on the scene for the past two or three months?

Farm Team sounds like a good idea. I don't imagine that Hellbound, at PL10, would be an instant superstar in the major leagues. I'd like to think that SuperSlams tends to max out at PL6, with higher power characters being rare in their ranks.

This is the OOC thread for Friday Night Fights.

In the lonely warehouses on the outskirts of town, far from the prying eyes of authority, people tend to take liberties with the law. Since few patrols actually make it out this far then one can often find the less savory sorts enjoying greater freedoms than the city of the same name can provide. Many shady deals, underworld interrogations and the clinically detached disposal of bodies have been hosted by the dark and empty structures of better economic times. The numerous abandoned buildings and deep shadows provide the perfect backdrop for those who require more privacy than most when carrying out their nightly duties. In addition, those same premises have recently found themselves home to the weekly matches between superhuman brawlers called, unimaginably enough, SuperSlams. Characters with strength and endurance beyond those of normal humanity who carried, as well, a less than sterling outlook on life. People not afraid to put their bodies and morality on the line for the entertainment of others and the sweet victory of prize money. And nobody, in the short history of the dubious sport, could be said to have a faster rise to fame than Hellbound. A relatively unassuming individual who's strength and ferocity belied his mortal appearance, the combination of his fighting prowess and charisma led him to become a darling of the bloodied canvass surrounded by the electrified cage. Cheers accompanied his latest conquest, which he was in the last stages of finishing off as the crowed howled his name. Stripped to the waist in his tattered jeans, Hellbound straddled his opponent with a fistful of the man's hair in his hand, one fist raised high to deliver another blow. Sweat rained down his lean body, showering the mat and drawing sparks from the surrounding ironwork as he dropped the hammer of his hand. The impact against his foe's skull could be heard even above the cheering crowd, which of course only drove them to greater frenzy. He repeated the act two more times before accepting that the limp form beneath him wasn't about to get up any time soon. The stone-like, gray skin of the nameless, fallen opponent was cracked and chipped in several places. All indications of the solidity of Hellbound's blows. He rose above the barely-conscious brawler and gestured to the crowd. Hellbound was their current darling and would remain so as long as he kept winning. So far, that wasn't a problem. He grinned viciously and reached down, grabbing the stony-man by the back of his neck and one shoulder, hauling him to his feet. A quick shift in his grip along with a second hand-hold and a heave brought the foe to be held aloft, the man's nearly lifeless form supported above Hellbound's head. There was a wild cry from the crowd, a single toss and the stony-man crashed into the electrified cage, striking sparks and showering Hellbound with cascades of energy. He raised his fists, bellowed a response to the crowd and reveled in their adulation. He loved it, he was born for this; the thrill of the fight and the love of his fandom. Hellbound strutted for the crowd and let swept them all with his gaze, not even wondering or caring who might be gazing back beyond those chanting his name.

Well where the bloody hell's the fun in that? :P

"Heheheh..." Hellbound chuckled as he stared down the mugger's weapon. The ragged ruffian didn't seem too concerned with the weapon being pointed in his direction. "You're gonna get money from me?" He asked. "Yeah, good luck with that." Indeed, the down-on-his-luck hero didn't appear to have much money at the moment. Given that his clothes were obviously well worn and pretty much used up before he'd even picked them out of some Salvation Army bargain bin, he wasn't one of those rich-brat street saviors. He watched the skirt react to the mugger's show and relaxed a bit more. From the way she was dressed, Hellbound assumed she was probably another cape. The last thing he wanted to do was step in on another hero's action, he knew that he'd be ticked if someone did it to him. But either the girl was one flippin' fantastic actress or she was genuinely freaked. Either way, it looked like she was prepared to let him have a little fun with the guy. "Nah, I'm just here to watch how things go down back here. See, there's already no way 'yer getting out of here without a trip to the hospital. The only thing we need to figure out is whether you'll just be in there for a concussion, or if I let someone there take that gun out of your keister during your visit. That's gonna kind of depend on what you do with her, though, won't it? "I gotta admit, it's been months since I've done a full-metal colostomy for a guy. Hope I remember when to stop shoving this time..."

Heheh... unfortunately it seems like she's done with it as well. We'll just have to see.

Yar! Ready to roll over here!

It's been noted that Hellbound's Throwing Mastery feat, when combined with his Rage feat, takes him over the PL10 Cap. Could the Throwing Mastery feat be changed to Takedown Attack to keep him legal, please?

Hey, I managed to get Hellbound approved before the dig got underway. Room for one more?

Hey -- hope it's not too late to get in on this. Hellbound lives to serve, if that's kosher by you guys.

Awright you webhounds, I know you're going to want to keep tabs on Freedom City's number one super-guy, so here's where you can get the latest Hellbound news. I'll be posting regular updates as fun things happen to me and stuff gets broken around me. Bad guys are encouraged to read this so's they can start regretting some of the life choices they've made, and good guys can learn how to get the job done. I might be new to this whole 'clobber the bad people' business seein' as how I'd make such a nasty one myself, but I guaran-fraggin-tee that even my goofs will be entertaining. Seeya on the street, slacker. Hope you upped your insurace

Hellbound stalked the city streets feeling like a sucker; walking was for chumps. Watching the street shadows at his feet change in rhythm with each passing street lamp, he kept his hands stuffed into pockets filled with nothing but ragged lint and aging dust. Someone had worn the hell out of his jeans before he bought them, and he wasn't exactly taking life easy on the torn garment. He was going to have to hit the D.A.V. here again soon, his wardrobe was looking as lean as his wallet. He wished that he had a ride, at least so that he could lose himself in a wild charge across the city, but it'd been made clear to him what would happen if he was caught stealing bikes again. They'd figure out a way to throw his toned butt into some meta-slammer and, knowing his luck, he'd end up with solitary confinement for the next ten-to-twenty years. Not even a chance to watch other chumps get shanked in the showers. How much more boring could life get? The young man paused in the act of kicking at some discarded can when something managed to creep its way into his awareness. Pausing in mid-swing, it took him a moment to realize what it'd been. The alley he'd just passed... was that a mugging he'd just seen? 'Pretty sure that it was... Hellbound took the time to back up and step into the opening of the alley. He propped his lean frame against one brick wall and took in the scene. Some hot pair of legs was being held up by a piece of dreck with a gun. Nice action. The night might have a bit of fun to it after all. Hellbound had once picked up a silver matchbox at flea market a long time ago, and he produced the antiquated device from a jacket pocket. His presence was then annoucned by a match being struck against its side and put to a cheap, slim cigar.

Awright! 'Looks like Hellbound might be getting approved soon (hopefully there are only a few more details to work out), so I'll take Dr Archeville up on his invitation to introduce myself here. In real life, I'm a Systems Analyst playing out of Des Moines, Iowa here in the U.S. (in case anyone doesn't know where Iowa is, we're easy to miss), and I'm looking forward to some nice adventure. Though I'm new to Mutants and Masterminds, I've been for several decades and it should just be a bit of a mindshift to wrap my head around the rules. Hopefully I won't be totally clueless for much longer. Hellbound is a tough-as-nails front line fighter type who bleeds burning fire with hallucinogenic properties. Should produce some interesting runs Regardless, howdy ya'all - let's get to it!