HeroMachine Character Portrait Creator

Rage turned three shades of purple, vibrating. “But you have to have a THEME, man! A motif, a signature fighting style, or—” He stomped forward.
Mike pressed another button. The cuckoo clock’s door opened, and instead of a cuckoo, a tube stuck out. There was a puff of air, and a dart was sticking out of Rage’s head. “No, I don’t.” Rage fell over, foam coming out of his mouth.

Mike ducked and rolled to the right, easily evading the bull-charge. Rammit went right through the wall and tumbled out of the skyscraper. Rammit, falling some twenty stories, probably didn’t hear Mike as he stood and said, “Anything I want.” He pulled a remote out of a pocket and pushed a button. Mix and Match, walking around what they had assumed was a regular television, watched in horror as it unfolded. Six blindingly fast robotic arms holding machetes stuck out and chopped them up. Rage and Stretch gasped at the carnage. Mike pushed another button on the remote, and the arms folded back up into what looked like a television.

ETS: Djinn And Tony, Part 8

“Stop right there.”
The team of heroes looked confused. This was an ordinary man in front of them? He wore business casual and had a dour expression on his face.
Foldout shook his head. “Who ARE you? I mean, what do we call you?”
The Leader pulled a small pistol out of a pocket and shot Zoom, the only speedster, while he was still stunned at the ordinary-looking person in front of him after all that buildup. “Mike.”
Foldout cringed at Zoom’s blood all over his face. “Just . . . MIKE?!”
Mike, the Leader, nodded. “Yes.” He shot Foldout in the left eye.
Rammit grabbed the gun right out of Mike’s hand. “You shoot people, eh, Mike? That what you do?” He stepped closer and swung.
Mike ducked, “Nope.” He put his back to the wall.
Rammit turned and squared off, measuring the distance with his eyes, carefully. “What do you do, then, MIKE?!” He pawed the floor twice with the outsized running shoe he wore on his right foot. He charged.

“Rammit? I’ll have to check, but those three DID disappear about the same time as Octopus. Let’s check the approach Octopus would have to make to the M-L Building.”
A grunt sounded in the quiet street. The two figures walked purposefully away to the south. A mere hour later, six figures rappelled down a single rope onto the roof of the M-L Building. The nearly silent mini-helicopter landed, its padded outriggers bending upwards to prevent any creaking, and silently stopped running. One figure stepped forward, folded a heavy tool to stick out of his vest, and snapped the doorknob off the roof stair access door. He pulled the door open, and the six figures trotted quietly down the stairs into a large penthouse apartment.

ETS: Djinn And Tony, Part 7

“Who did he kill?”
“He killed Snakeeyes, Ropadope, and Juker in ten seconds flat. He killed quite a few others. Octopus is bound to work on his cleaning crew for life. You know how he was with promises.”
“Octopus is alive? He’s been missing for two years!”
“In exchange for his life, he swore to clean up messes for the Leader. He’s working as a night janitor. Closed gig. He works for the Leader’s messes in town and out-of-town stuff only.” The Shadow faltered. “Could you—get between me and the streetlight? It hurts, and I have to get back before I’m missed. Thank you. Portsrow Office Park. M-L Building. Top floor. Watch out for security cameras and traps. Take your time, of course. I want you to succeed.” The Shadow fled. Two shadows paused, slightly away from the streetlight. One of the shadows had horns.

“I want out,” said the Shadow, “I don’t want to be a villain’s lackey anymore. I don’t expect you to trust me or sympathize with me. I just want to tell you who my master is. And caution you so you won’t die.”
“How do I know it’s not a trap?”
“I want you to assume it IS one. I’ve seen him kill three heroes in ten seconds flat. Maybe you should bring ten. Maybe you should have ten waiting across the street in case ten isn’t enough. Let me just give you the address. If he sees you coming, he might try to make me fight you. If you just shine a strong light on my chest, it might be enough to paralyze me. I’m really not sure how much control he has over me.”
“What’s in it for you?”
“If you destroy him, I have no master. I am free. I might ask you to break something for me, to make it permanent. I won’t have to do anything he tells me anymore.”
“You could do evil on your own.”
“That’s true, but you could watch me. I wouldn’t be in hiding.”
A softer voice spoke then. “Like, how do you mean?”
“I mean, no one knows where I am, where I come from. But if I took a job as a street vendor, maybe right between two tall buildings during the day, EVERYONE would be able to find me during the day. You’ll probably have to kill him. He WILL kill you otherwise. I’ve seen it.” The Shadow shuddered, feeling very like a french fry under a heating lamp turning extra crispy.