NinjaPop
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
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| Red with his bitches | |
| NinjaPop | |
| Player: @Plum Whine | |
| Basic Data | |
| Origin: | Magic |
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| Archetype: | Mastermind (ninjas) |
| Combat Level: | (see user profile) |
| Occupation: | Pop singer |
| Identity: | Confidential |
| Personal Data | |
| Real Name: | Red Osborne |
| Known Aliases: | Red |
| Species: | human |
| Age: | 25 |
| Height: | 6'0 |
| Weight: | medium |
| Eye Color: | - |
| Hair Color: | Red |
| Blood Type: | - |
| Biographical Data | |
| Birthplace: | Imperial City |
| Birthdate: | - |
| Citizenship: | Praetorian |
| Current Residence: | Imperial City |
| Religion/Faith: | Atheist |
| Sexual Orientation: | debatable |
| Marital Status: | very single |
| Known Languages | |
| English | |
| Known Relatives | |
| - | |
| Known Powers | |
| able to generate poison from inside his body | |
| Training / Abilities | |
| spitting poison, summoning his ninja body guards to do his bidding | |
| Equipment | |
| a red and black composite bow | |
| Footnotes | |
| Red is pretty well known as having a bad temper. He still sings but he also fights off anyone that stands in his way. | |
Contents |
Red's story
Larger than Life
My name is Red Osborne. Yes, that's my real name. I'm a pop singer and not in one of those gay boy bands. I'm a band of one and I'd like to keep it that way.
I've written music all my life. It's the only thing I ever cared to do. Didn't do well in school. Hated all my classmates. They were trying to spread rumors that I was some kind of Resistance member or that I had the Tellurian Plague, so I gave them what they deserved: a swift punch to the face and some spit to add insult to injury. I'll set one thing straight here and now. I like Praetoria. It's a damn fine place. Screw the Resistance. I'll keep Praetoria as it is, dammit.
Anyway, both my parents worked for the TPN, which kept them pretty busy. They took me to work one day, the day that changed everything. I got to sing on the air in a talent demonstration. My own song, not some cover of anyone else. Mine. My true moment of glory. I could finally show the world I could do something other than fight my classmates (which was their fault anyway for starting crap). That landed me my first record deal. Screw school. I was going to do what I wanted.
The first manager was a damned fool. He decided it would be a good idea to fudge the record sales and make the number lower so he could keep the remaining profits for himself. Now I'm not all that great in math, but I can tell when I'm being cheated. I read the entertainment section in the newspaper. I knew the numbers and his ass got fired pretty quickly. Not a big deal at all, since other managers and producers were more than willing to make a deal.
The next producer got something done. I got two albums out, including the most popular one called "Ninja Pop". I like ninja so it fit. Then my producer suggested starting to do concerts. Imperial City was the city of entertainment. It fit. But I didn't know a damn thing about concerts. Sure I'd been to a lot of them but putting one on was definitely different. Had to be. So I hired a costume designer. If I was going to do concerts, I didn't want to look like some loser. After all, appearance is half the concert.
My first designer was some young girl. Diana something or another. Pretty but very quiet. One look at her and she cringed. She was good. Really good. But it just didn't work out. I needed someone bold and strong. So goodbye Diana whatever. The set designer was also an idiot so he had to go too. At this point I apparently got a reputation of being "difficult to work with" or some crap like that. Well that was their problem, now wasn't it? I needed a strong staff and I damn well was going to get one.
Three designers later, my producer brings in this guy. Diego Salazar. Gay beyond all gay. Problem with him? He designed women's clothes. That became horribly apparent when his first design was a dress. Even worse? I think he was serious. I told him to go screw himself and he simply laughed. He was strong and bold. I liked that. He stayed.
Concert went over perfectly. Some reporter decided it was a good idea to tell me I couldn't dance during an interview. Bad idea. He found my hand in his face before I walked out the door.
I'm not exactly sure when Diego and I became close. He's pretty much the only person I'll listen to in this world. Not even my producer gets that privilege. Sure, he makes suggestions, but in the end, it's my choice, so he listens to me. Like my decision to hire ninja as body guards. I like ninja. But that's not the point. Diego has a way to get me to do things I'd never do. Like charitable stuff. I hate charity work. It involves working with people I don't want to work with or care about and making it look like I care. It's good for my image, he told me. (He also threatened to make the next costume a dress, which was probably the more effective of the two statements since I know he'd do seriously it.) In the end, it was, though not once did I look like I cared anyway. Somehow no matter how many interviewers I smack or spit on, people still buy my music and that's just fine.
Now somewhere in the mix of concerts and everything else, I got sick. Really sick. No, it wasn't the Tellurian Plague. That makes you go psycho not blow chunks. Big difference there. Turns out it I somehow had an ability to control poison from inside my body. Magic. Big challenge right there. Learn to control what was turning my stomach upside down and making me retch my guts. Great.
Smooth Criminal
Enough about retching my guts all over the place. Somehow I got roped in with the Powers Division. Didn't really care much for them at all, but I did have a bit of fun doing stuff for them. Create a little chaos here, have my ninja take apart some freaks over there. Sounded like fun. Diego spouted something about beating peace into Praetoria. He cares about the civil war as much as I do, which is pretty much close to none. As long as people bought my music, I didn't really care. But I heard about something interesting: Pocket D.
Now there's Studio 55, but that place plays bad music all the time. No one interesting goes there anyway. But this D place? Sounded great. So I dragged Diego there. Turns out it was an interdimensional club. Inter-freaking-dimensional. Guess that guy who rattled on about other dimensions wasn't as wrong as I thought. Oh well.
Anyway. There were a lot of idiots there but the place had damn good music. So I went back a few times. Then the Powers Division talked about going over to this place called "Primal Earth." Sounded really damn primitive, if you ask me, but I soon learned that wasn't the case. It was some parallel earth with super heroes and villains and comic book stuff, but even weirder, there was no war against the Devouring Earth. Everything was still there. Even weirder than that, we all probably had a counterpart in this Primal Earth.
So Diego had a brilliant idea. Go to Primal Earth, kill our counterparts, and take their places. No civil war. No Powers Division. More of a world to sell our stuff to. Sounded great. So we accepted the Power Division's offer and traveled to some place called the Rogue Isles. There were some pretty nice places, but most of it was a dump and the people over there had some sort of spider fetish. There was always some strike going on or something. Wasn't much better than that dump Neutropolis. So we hopped the first ship to a place called Paragon City. Now that's a place I could get used to.
Tidbits
- Red has one close friend he'd trust with his life (and his fashion) and he prefers to keep it that way.
- He has a nasty attitude but somehow remains a popular singer. He is notorious for firing his staff and punching reporters.
- Red is a horrible dancer, even if he claims he can dance just fine.
- He keeps ninjas as bodyguards and gives them all code names.
Acquaintances
trusted allies
- Demonic Design/Diego Salazar - Diego is probably the only person in the world Red will listen to and give a damn about. As a result, Diego is good at getting Red to do things he wouldn't normally do on his own, like offer some creature money for food, and it's usually at Red's expense. In return, Red comes off almost possessive of Diego.
neutral
- Darkshot Avenger - Red doesn't even know the guy's name, nor does he particularly care. Red thinks the guy is nuts, talking about other dimensions. Whatever.
