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[Salsacookies]

Okay, so four Splatterpunk Supers. Sounds good enough to start. Going to write the intro in a bit...

Lidku:

Spoiler: Reynold Adwin (click to show/hide)

My name is Reynold Adwin
And I am a Courier/Mail Man

Cancer Arm Encounter: It was a typical run for me, finalizing the last route in the dead of night. Something quick as lightening hit and caused the Mail truck to cash. Next thing I know I was in a the hospital for a few months before figuring my Cancer.

My Cancer Arm is very perceptive and keen. It always tries to urge me in a "hunt".

Ever since the accident, my manager let me off for two months to recover. I wasn't really injured, so this lead to me "practice" my special abilities in the local wilderness areas on some game.

I tend to act very naïve and dumb on purpose, less not wanting the keen senses of my Cancer Arm to harm individual humans.

After the accident and training with my Cancer Arm, I've become overall ethereal in the arts of hunt and keen mental state of never ending calculating ferocity. Every subtle movement or action to me is a game. The never ending game of the hunt, eternal hunger for "prey".

With my talent, I wish to hunt gangsters and evil doers, satiating the never ending hunt of my Cancer Arm. But instead for the cause of good and keeping the hunt in check through my perception of "prey".

Cancer Arm: A medium sized bone compound crossbow, decorated by a myriad of different earth animals. On the top of the stock assembly, a very ritualistic complex scope would be at the top for very far ranged fire. The crossbow also rapidly self makes a bolt from within it, so the need to reload it by a step ring is not need. The Crossbow would still need to be cocked back up with a small level in the side of it.

Alien Form: Upon the two month break, I was stalking one wild pig lower state in an agricultural region. Closely I was encroaching upon my prey, its fate almost sealed when I scoped down my Crossbow. Suddenly a Bob Cat pounced at me. In that moment in that leap...It was like time had slowed down.
I suddenly become a massive humanoid hulk, with a heavy mass of muscle and uncontained rage. I pierced it headlong into the Bob Cat's chest.. Breaking its ribcage and tearing apart its lungs with my antlers. It was the most satisfying feeling.. Feeling the blood of "tyrants" drop upon my fur. That's when I realized I can stave off the "laws of nature" and hunt those who exploit the weak for personal gain.

Zormod:
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[Yourmaster]

Here's my I am:
I am a stone cold killer. I've hurt people who never deserved it. I've stolen, lied, and killed just to get money and what I want.

[Funk]

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