Probiscor
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
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| Probiscobots, attack! | |
| Probiscor | |
| Player: @Kid Whip | |
| Origin: | Technology |
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| Archetype: | Mastermind |
| Threat Level: | 15 |
| Personal Data | |
| Real Name: | Percy Williams |
| Known Aliases: | Probi, that robot guy |
| Species: | Human |
| Age: | 35 |
| Height: | About average |
| Weight: | About average |
| Eye Color: | Brown |
| Hair Color: | Black |
| Biographical Data | |
| Nationality: | Classified |
| Occupation: | Evil genius |
| Place of Birth: | Classified |
| Base of Operations: | Classified |
| Marital Status: | Single |
| Known Relatives: | None known |
| Known Powers | |
| None | |
| Known Abilities | |
| Genius-level intellect | |
| Equipment | |
| Robots, death ray, drain beam, force field bracers. | |
| He's evil. He's a genius. He likes tea. | |
Probiscor is more or less the result of me returning to city of heroes with the ability to have villians. I asked myself 'how can I make a villian so unbelievably fun that even goody two-shoes me could enjoy playing him?' The result is this guy.
Everything after this introduction will more or less be Probiscor dictating his thoughts, so enjoy the workings of a nutter!
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Introductions, please.
Testing, testing, one two...excellent! The new dictaphone I stole is working perfectly! Now, where should I begin?
Well, an introduction would suit best. I am Probiscor and if you are listening to this, congratulations! You either managed to steal and reprogram one of my robots to do your bidding, or you've managed to kill me and as such, now own my robots. Either way, they will self-destruct in about a week without me around, so I would suggest putting a blast shield between yourself and my creations-and by blast shield, I mean you should probably just fly to the moon-it's safer if you hide there.
Who am I really? I am Percy Williams, certified genius! However, I go by Probiscor these days. I am a villian. I don't hide behind any false ideas that I'm doing the right thing, that I am 'grey,' I am evil. I maim children, I knock over old ladies, I even plan to dominate the world one day! How is this not villianous?
Steely companions-stealing your wallet while I steal your heart!
Ah, my robots. As similar as they look, there are subtle differences between them. After my *ahem* recent incarceration due to an imcompitent lawyer, I am down a few, but I shall recount to you those I have rebuilt-for now...
The assault team
First, my two assault bots. Probiscobot 1.0 is the survivor. I upgraded him with advanced AI which allowed me to command him to take my hat and hide it until we were reunited. Ah, the escape from the Zig was made all the more enjoyable with 1.0 at my side.
Probiscobot 0.1? I also enjoy his company. I have modified 0.1 with the ability to generate the perfect cup of poisoned tea for my enemies who are fool enough to think I would *pfft* negotiate with them!
- laughter echoes for several minutes*
AHAHAAAAA...oh, that was too much! I nearly dropped my monocle!
For added protection
Ah ProbiscoHACK, my protection bot. I'm not sure how, but that little guy seems to be pestering me to recreate ProbiscoSLASH. Ah, those two got me out of many troubles in the past-just not that one botched bank job. That's the last time I trust someone who goes to great lengths to speak in that pseudo-language called one-three-three-seven, or whatever it is.
Powers, skills and the like.
Am I a mad genius? Perhaps. I am a genius...and I do get angry...and my death ray seems to be stuck in the 'death' position...if that makes me mad, so be it.
Death Ray!
My death ray. Ah, such a beautiful creation. There was a time when it made a rikti's blaster look like a child's toy! However, it is more of a 'minor annoyance ray' right now. I'm working on that, but keeping my tea and scones supply up to scratch is becoming difficult...However, I have also modified it to drain the powers of 'heroes.'
Force bracers
Ah, my force field generators. These are a true triumph of mechanical engineering. With them, I can cover anything-ANYTHING in a protective field. Now that I am in these 'Rogue Isles' for keeps, I have found my creativity virtually boundless!
On top of that, I can also use them to summon my robots.
Hats-both fashionable and functional!
Ah, my top hat. It's the source of my robotic-controlling capabilities! It links directly to my brain and allows me to telepathically control my creations. And no, I'm not going to go into the details. My hat's one of a kind and I plan to keep it that way.
Flight belt
Oh, and when I am done, my belt will grant me flight capabilities on par with any other flight ability. Oh, that WILL be enjoyable.
The path of EVIL
How did I start down this evil path? Where has it taken me? Hmm, let me see...
-First, I was born with an abnormally large nose. Children can be so cruel, so I planned to return their taunts with electricity!
-My first zap bots weren't much at all, just little clockwork generators that walked over, zapped their targets and fell apart. As simple as they were, they did their job excellently. I pulled off a few pranks after that, nothing really 'evil,' although I did recieve notation in the paper as 'the mysterious robot master,' or 'the clockwork jester.' Being associated with that...thing may have made me a little mad, but I had college to worry about.
-In college, I met Avis Lefay, AKA Gravito. I did not know it, but he would soon become my arch nemesis. His gravity-altering mutations were paramount in me developing my bracers, so I guess I should...thank him for that.
-Soon after college, I found that I needed money. To that end, I went to a nearby bank to withdraw said money, but I had set my creations to defensive. A nasty comment from a security guard later and all of a sudden, I'M the bad guy and guess who arrested me? Gravito, of course!
-I got a bad lawyer, ended up in the zig. Some people reckon that was when I snapped, but I'm still sane, sane I tell you! On the plus side, I did learn several cheap alternatives to moustache wax to keep my upper lip adornment nice and shiny. I never would have thought of vegetable oil and clag!
-With Arachnos' help, I escaped that brick hovel. I repaid my debts to that organisation by slaugtering snakes.
-I snuck into Paragon City with my latest upgrade-my power draining ray. Who should I run into but Gravito?
-That battle started as our other one did-my robots charged at him, he lifted them off the ground, rendering them useless. With both fly into the lofty above and proceed to exchange blows. Him with his force bolts, me with my death ray.
-Just as he was about to arrest me, I drain all but his most mediocre powers from him. To this day, I'm using that power to run my robots. It's quite impressive, if I do say so myself!
-Oh, and I kidnapped Gravito's son somewhere in there as well. It was no big deal. After all, he did get rescued. I feel rediculous just thinking about it...
Final notes
Well, that's it for now. If you wish to contact me, TOO BAD!
Yours sincerely,
Probiscor.
