HeroMachine Character Portrait Creator

I finally decided to try and fix the attempt at a 40s box coat I did last year. I ended up redesigning most of it

Profile

Alias: The Brass Bison
Legal Name: Aleksandr Khaberov
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Ethnicity: Russian
Occupation: Criminal; Mercenary; Former Convict
Height: 6′ 5″
Body Type: Muscular, Bulky
Hair Colour: Mousy
Hair Type: Short, straight
Eye Colour: Brown
Skin Colour: White/Pale
Species: Human

Powers and Abilities

Powers: Super strength, enhanced durability and stamina.

Details/Limitations: Exoskeletal power armour augments natural muscle strength and stamina to well beyond normal human levels, allowing him to stand toe-to-toe with likes of Paragon and other supernaturally strong adversaries. The armour also provides incredibly strong protection against physical damage.
Abilities/Skills: Extortion, intimidation, wrestling, boxing, Sambo.

Costume: Customised suit of bulletproof, impact resistant power armour; horned helmet; heat resistant spandex underclothes.
Weapons: Ultra-strong alloy horns, twin compact shoulder mounted missile launchers.
Gadgets/Tech: Power armour enhances strength and stamina, helmet contains communications gear (including police scanner) and voice modulation technology.
Physical Weaknesses: Powerless without armour, apart from peak human strength/conditioning.
Mental/Emotional Weaknesses: Not very intelligent, vulnerable to psychic attack, mental trickery, and misdirection/illusion.

Personality and Relationships

Primary Traits: Aggressive, thuggish, brutal, intimidating, simplistic, unintelligent.
Likes: Physical conflict and violence, exercise, easy money, sports, causing fear/intimidation, women.
Dislikes: Prison guards, police, authority, intellectual pursuits, mathematics, superheroes.
Habits/Quirks: An absolute mountain of a man, possessing extraordinary strength and size for a regular human, but little in the way of brainpower. Formerly incarcerated for trying to extort small businesses and running a street gang, as well as for his participation in illegal, underground cage fights. Known for organising similar fights while in prison, he was feared and somewhat respected by fellow inmates. When selected for a secret military program due to his prodigious size and strength, he found himself used as a guinea pig to test a prototype suit of experimental power armour – until he was stolen along with the armour by members of the Lawless Earth Network. Eagerly accepting his new freedom and the chance to become a truly feared criminal, he customised the armour and became The Brass Bison, a key enforcer for the L.E.N. and dangerous villain in his own right. In combat, his favoured method of attack is to simply charge the enemy down. Tends to suit obvious crimes, such as robbing bank vaults or armoured cars, extortion, etc.
Fears: Unknown
Family: Unknown
Romantic Interests: –
Allies: Warhead, Tarantula, Alley Cat, Monsoon, The Botanist, The Huntress, I.Q.
Affiliation: Lawless Earth Network
Rivals/Nemesis: –
Enemies: United States Sentinels, Society of European Superheroes, Indo-Asian Superhuman Assembly, Apex Squad, Iron Patrol.

Origin

Coming soon

So its been years since I have posted but the campaign is still ongoing! Weve done spin offs and new “shows”. Now i have two separate games running in the same universe! I have 3 years worth of pics!

CDC- Triple Play

Joe Fareville was never supposed to be a villain. He had a normal life: wife, kids, dog, a house in the suburbs and a good job. All his life had been normal too; middle-class upbringing, football scholarship that hadn’t panned out but Joe had been okay with that and went into economics instead. He’d been with his job at a multinational company for many years, when he came into work one day to find the doors locked and federal agents everywhere. The Board of Directors had left, taking everything with them. Despite his experience, Joe couldn’t find another job and soon began to lose everything. He turned bitter, and it led to an acrimonious divorce. Having nothing to lose, he and a number of other ex-employees pooled their resources and bought a derelict ship, making their way to their bosses’ last-known island location. Except the Board were members of a secret cabal, using their money to fund experiments and global destabilization. No one knows what happened, but a year later the governments of the world received an ominous message from Joe Fareville, now called Admiral Death. The cabal was his, he rasped through a black mask, and the governments that had allowed this to happen would pay. All of them would pay.