Vipir
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
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| Vipir | |
| Player: @Vipir | |
| Origin: | Mutant |
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| Archetype: | Mastermind |
| Threat Level: | 33 |
| Personal Data | |
| Real Name: | Joseph Klineman |
| Known Aliases: | None |
| Species: | Presumably Human, Snake mutations |
| Age: | 24 |
| Height: | 8'2" |
| Weight: | 300lbs |
| Eye Color: | Confidential |
| Hair Color: | Confidential |
| Biographical Data | |
| Nationality: | American |
| Occupation: | Assistant to Peitho of Eidolon |
| Place of Birth: | Confidential |
| Base of Operations: | ' |
| Marital Status: | Confidential |
| Known Relatives: | Confidential |
| Known Powers | |
| Thugs, Dark Miasma | |
| Known Abilities | |
| His senses are incredible, as are his strength and his reflexes, as well as his leadership voice. He has the ability to control the Netherworld to some degree, and he has no diea how that came to be. His little troupe of followers all have minor mutations. | |
| Equipment | |
| Two magnum revolvers | |
| No additional information available. | |
The storm rumbled overhead Paragon City, almost drowning out the shouts and cries on the streets below. A gang war had broken out, and the combatants were the Skulls and a little-known gang called the Cobras, comprised mostly of people who had mutations. Both sides had horrible casualties, but the Skulls were winning. Twenty-five of them versus a mere seven. The odds were clearly against the mutants. A red-haired boy was applying pressure to a chest wound of what appeared to be his identical twin, both had cat eyes, pointed ears, and small fangs. A boy with wild, brown hair flicked a lighter open and shut, watching the flame spark to life and die. A bald-headed man and a man with a black ponytail sat on top of some trashcans, while a large, muscular man with brown hair punched at the brick walls protecting them from the Skulls. A lone figure sat in the corner, the light barely glancing off of his face.
"G...good God, what are we gonna do? Slink can't move..." stammered the uninjured red-head.
"There's nothing we CAN do, we're finished here..." replied the bald-headed man.
"Shut up, both of you.... we are far from finished..."
The six stared at the seventh in the dimly lit corner.
"The odds are against us, and from the looks of things, the heroes will show up any minute to finish us off," stated the black-haired man. The muscular man simply punched the wall a couple more times.
"We are not done yet, we are still standing, no?"
The figure walked out into the light, revealing himself to be part-snake, his dark green hair pulled back into a ponytail. He thumbed his goatee and glanced at each man with his piercing, red, snake-like eyes.
"We are the Cobras. We have been looked down upon our entire life. We had no choice for our lifestyle. We were spurned from society simply because we are different. Slither, your brother Slink and you were tossed away by your parents because you have a small amount of demon blood. Who gave you a home?"
Slither stared down at his injured brother, "You did..."
"Fang, you were born without hair. Most of the kids at the schools made fun of you every day because of that. You didn't have a single friend, until you met me. Right?"
The bald-headed man nodded slowly.
"Scale, your shot is perfect and you can see an ant from a mile away. People feared you, and didn't trust you. You, in turn, didn' trust them. Who taught you trust?"
The black-haired man glanced up, "You, sir."
"Toxin... who saved your baby sister from the hands of a Vahzilok, because you were too afraid to use your strength. Who drove that fear out of you?"
The muscle-bound man gritted his teeth at the sight of the memory, "You... did..."
"And Slip... you are the most feared arsonist in the city, but only because you can't control your power over fire or your mind. Who helped you master the flame and curb your insanity?"
The wild-haired boy glanced up with a twitching eye, "You... you, and you..."
The snake-man nodded.
"I came to you because we may look different, but we are always the same. I was abandoned by my parents because of the way I look. I am indeed part snake, I've had the DNA testing done to prove it."
"Too long have we suffered at the hands of others, simply because we are different. Too often have we wished for a better life, and for some respect, and no more odd glances. Too much time has passed, and our time is up. We need to finish this now. We WILL not fall, not now, not while we still live. Together we stand as brothers, as family, as friends. And if we fail, we will die in victory. Why? They cannot break us! We are the Cobras! WE WILL NOT FAIL!"
A cheer arose from the small group, and eventually carried to the ears of the Skulls, causing a few confused glances.
"Slip, give 'em a distraction. Scale, Fang, cover him, Toxin is with me. Slither, stay with your brother."
The Skulls began their final approach on the last defensive point of the Cobras. A wild scream caused their heads to jerk up, and become smothered in flame. They ran about in a panic, those that weren't incinerated right away. The Skulls began to shoot at Slip, and were met with shots from Scale and Fang, Scale shooting effortlessly at any fleeing targets.
A black figure stepped over the burning bodies of his comrades, and shot a bolt of black at Slip, draining the life form him easily, watching as he fell from the building and was caught by Toxin. Scale and Fang shot away at the Skull leader, but they were soon incapacitated by massive black tentacles reaching up from the ground. The leader turned and was met with a massive fist, and was sent flying into a dumpster across the street. He barely moved out of the way as Toxin's fists came crashing down onto the pavement below, cracking it. Toxin was soon smothered in negative energy, and he felt his strength draining quickly.
"Heheheheh... you cannot stop us! You're just a bunch of weak freaks!"
"I beg to differ..."
A large patch of dark energy formed around the feet of the Skull leader, and he soon found it hard to move. He glanced up and saw the snake-man standing on top of the building. He easily leapt off, and landed gracefully on both feet. The Skulls leader broke free and launched wave after wave of negative energy attacks, but the snake man evaded every single one with incredible agility. The snake-man soon closed in, and landed a punch squarely on the masked face of the leader, sending him flying into the brick wall behind.
"Y..you.. you're..."
"Vipir. Don't you forget it."
As Vipir charged in for the finishing blow, the Skulls leader laughed a bit. A shotgun blast rang out, and Vipir staggered to his knees and fell; half of his face had been blasted away, including his right eye. Two more shots rang out, and the Skulls leader lay dead. Slink and Slither held their pistols high in victory. Witnesses claimed to see the boys carry Vipir off in a funeral procession style, each one holding him up high above their heads. One month later, seven men booked passage to the Rogue Isles, one of them was a snake-man wearing a plate over his right eye. It seems his boys refused to let him die.
