Sign Up Hero Factory: Apply Here [PG]

[Sara]

[COLOR=DarkSlateGray]I'm looking for a handful of people who are interested in a fun, lighthearted, fast-paced game.

You're applying for a job at the leading employer of superpowered persons, [b]Hero Factory.[/b] Problem: You might have a [i]bit[/i] of a superpower, but it's nothing to speak of. You do, however, have a [i]gadget[/i]. What kind of gadget? I'll tell you what kind of gadget.

[url=http://www.thesurrealist.co.uk/priorart.cgi?]Click Here.[/url] Refresh. Rinse and repeat.

Anyway. I'll want your name, gender, a couple notes on your appearance, your gadget of choice (from the site, but don't worry about it too much. You'll get to use more than one later on), and a blurb about why you deserve the job. (Qualifications, experience, sob stories, threats, whatever.)

Also, in the interest of honesty, you might want to disclose any glaring character flaws that might influence how you act with other team members. And any past convictions you might have had. And your most recent employer or two and why you left those jobs. And, um, marital status. And any major allergies. It's up to you. You know, whatever.

[size=1][i]Hero Factory is an Equal Opportunity Employer and does not discriminate on the bases of species, race, color, gender, age, religious beliefs, national or planetary origins, or disability.[/i][/size][/COLOR]

[Nerdsy]

[color=deeppink]My story is a sad one. It is also one told far too often.

I led a happy life as a child. My parents were wealthy industrialists, and had made millions with their business ventures in Thogam City. My parents loved me, and I them. However, that would all change one fateful night, wherein I had my innocence snatched from me.

My parents had taken me to see a movie on that night; I believe it was [u]The Monochrome Spectre[/u], but that's not important. After the movie, we exited out of the back of the theatre in an attempt to avoid the crowds. It was in that dark alley that we met the man - no, the [i]monster[/i] - that ruined my life.

He was a salesman (who I later learned was named Bill Nippy). A [i]water[/i] salesman. He offered to sell my parents bottles of water. My parents, in their naive and misguided trust, accepted. They were parched, having just sat through a two-hour long movie with nothing resembling refreshments. This proved to be their undoing; the second that water touched their tongues, they knew something was wrong. They spit it out immediately with their ghastly cries of "That's disgusting!"

The water was [i]impure.[/i]

I was forever changed by that experience, with the image of my parent's disgust forever haunting my dreams. I became obsessive, and I dedicated my life to ensuring that never again would a drop of impure water pass the lips of another innocent being.

I would become vengeance. I would become a [i]water purifier.[/i]

Also, I'm forgetful as the dickens.


Name: Max Whitley

Gender: Male.

Gadget: A teddybear that purifies water and records memos. It's name is "Reginald Hugsaplenty."[/color]

[Shy]

[b]Name:[/b] Mel N. Colley

[b]Gender:[/b] Female

[b]Notes:[/b] Mel is a mildly attractive woman in her late 20's with dark, unkempt hair and haunting gray eyes. Others have commented that she would be an exceptional beauty if she simply bothered to get a haircut and put on some jeans. Oh well. She can often be seen wearing whatever is clean, which usually means sweats and a concert t-shirt of some kind. Mel wears sandals a lot, but it's not like she's very fond of them or anything.

Sadly, Mel is currently on disability from Hero Factory for her severe and overwhelming apathy. There's a medical term for it, but Mel doesn't care enough to go and look it up. She spends most of her days lying around her apartment and eating bon-bons. Or, you know, [i]whatever.[/i]

[b]Gadget:[/b] It's a rubber fish that fires plastic darts.

[Wondershot]

He awakens from his light slumber most unwilling to move. Though it is already three in the afternoon, he is blissfully unaware of the fact that the alarm on his clock radio has been going off for the past six hours. Perhaps it deafened him in his sleep, but more than likely this inability to discern sound was the result of something far more sinister. He rolls over in his bed and looks at his clock radio, now reading 3:12. He fumbles about trying to reach the remote on his bedside table to stop the alarm, but instead picks up the wrong remote and closes his hand over all the buttons, hoping to get the snooze button. Instead, he leaps back at the alarm clock radio explodes in a shower of sparks. Looking down, he realizes that he is holding the remote to his secret weapon, and he looks over at it, sitting nonchalantly in the corner, and smiles.

That really never gets old.

"EUSTACE!"

The scream is barely audible, but the tone of anger is evident. A moment later, the door opens with a slam and his roommate appears, fury sparking in her eyes, and a mechanical device of some sort sparking in her hair. He shouts at her.

"HEY! MORNING!"

She recoils in the doorway, but eventually regains her composure. She speaks incredibly quietly, so Eustace reads her lips instead.

"I was just downstairs making breakfast when the toaster and the microwave exploded! Did you turn on that thing of yours again?!"

"OH, YEAH, I THINK I DID."

She stares over at the innocuous gadget in the corner. She lets out a sigh.

"You really have to be more careful with that thing, it's not a toy!"

"WHAT? I DIDN'T CATCH THAT LAST PART!"

She sighs as she slumps out the door.

"Your hearing hasn't been the same since that concert, Eustace."

"THE CONCERT? OH, IT WAS AWESOME! YOU SHOULD REALLY COME NEXT TIME!"



Name: Eustace Distrait

Gender: Male

Gadget: It's a video recorder that can be taken on holiday and can disable electrical hardware.

Notes: Eustace is a huge fan of the band Polysics, a group which is known to damage his hearing. This results in situations like the one above. Fortunately, he is taking sign language courses and is steadily getting better at reading lips. In the meantime, people must remember to look directly at Eustace in order to speak to him and potentially wear some sort of ear protection to withstand the volume of his responses.