Ichthys

Captain Allergen stumbled- seeing the ugly features of the Red Skull had triggered something in him. Fuzzy memories, hazy recollections of who he once was began to come back to him. He leaned against a city wall and cupped his face in his hands. "Uhhhh.... I think... I'm going... to write in my diary about this...." He slowly wandered back to his house.

I see that Terry Terrix, arch-nemesis of the legendary Irwin Steve, got approved while DARKIUS SHADOWFAX Darkius Shadowfax... Darkius Shadowfax... (that's an echo by the way) -didn't even get an honorable mention! I'm sure this was a mere oversight however, an accident. This is okay, though, because I actually wanted to make an adjustment to the character of Slaykill Murdrous: he is now a Makuta named Staburbax, a distant nephew of Makuta Teridax. Changes will be found below: Darkius Shadowfax Species: Krana Xa (The Krana Commander) Power/Weapon 1: I have the power of telepathy (I can communicate with others without speaking) and I can peer into the minds of the weak-minded (e.g. all throw-away non player characters.) Power/Weapon 2: [Another power or weapon/tool] I have a large cordak gatling gun. Power/Weapon 3: [Another power or weapon/tool] I have a fearsome double-bladed spear that also serves as an awesome Kohlii staff. I can play a friendly game of Kohlii with someone, then kill them when I lose. Appearance: I am black, covered in labrynth like ridges and have two narrow eye slits. I am about a foot tall, but don't let my size fool you. I am deadly. I currently possess the body of a hulking, armored MAKUTA who is covered in scars and ceremonial tattoos. He wears a large black trenchcoat. Bio: I am a Krana. I once served the Bahrag, but now I only serve myself. We were once tasked by Mata-Nui himself with cleaning the dirt off of his metallic body, and how did the Toa respond to this? These so called defenders of goodness and light? They attacked us! Destroying our Bohrok shells, stringing us along on ropes like we were in a chain-gang; burning us, freezing us, drowning us! They persecuted us in the name of Mata-Nui, and yet it was he who had given us our noble task! I remember in the aftermath of one such assault, that as I stood amongst the wreckage and destruction, I wanted to break down and weep... but I had no eyeballs. Or tearducts. I could not even grieve for the fallen! Eventually, the Toa realized their error and apologized, but it was too late. I now realized the these so called "Toa" were the real evil. It was then I met Makuta Staburbax. When Makuta Teridax had planned to overthrow Mata-Nui, Staburbax had instead encouraged his fellow Makuta to peaceful protest, suggesting non-violent sit-ins, picket lines, and submitting a petition that clearly defined their grievances with their current work conditions. Makuta Teridax, disgusted with Staburbax's pacifistic ways, banished him from the Makuta brotherhood. Staburbax tried to join various Matoran communities, but was shunned and reviled for mere association. Discovering he had a knack for floral arrangement, he once opened his own flower shop called, "STABURBAX'S FLORAL SENSATIONS" but his store's byline, "I promise I won't kill you," was not enough to assure potential customers of his trustworthiness. Additionally, he found that his mask of Shadows kept killing all of the plants he kept in his store for lack of sunlight. Outcast and alone, our pain brought us together, and we became a team- he lends me his body, and I give him the peace of mind that he yearns for. My purpose is to wipe the earth clean... of everything. Personality/Other: [Gender? Is there any other information that is useful to know?] Krana are a genderless species, but Staburbax is male. I am dark, brooding, and prone to violent mood swings.

Name: Darkius Shadowfax Species: Krana Xa (The Krana Commander) Power/Weapon 1: I have the power of telepathy and I can peer into the minds of the weak-minded. Power/Weapon 2: [Another power or weapon/tool] I have a cordak gatling gun. Power/Weapon 3: [Another power or weapon/tool] A wicked blade with a serrated edge- good for dispatching my enemies with. It is covered in the runes and markings of my people. Appearance: I am black, covered in labrynth like ridges. I have two narrow eye slits. I am about a foot tall, but don't let my size fool you. I am deadly. I currently possess the body of a hulking, armored Dark Hunter who is covered in scars and ceremonial tattoos. He wears a large black trenchcoat. Bio: I am a Krana. I once served the Bahrag, but now I only serve myself. We were once tasked by Mata-Nui himself with cleaning the dirt off of his metallic body, and how did the Toa respond to this? These so called defenders of goodness and light? They attacked us! Destroying our Bohrok shells, stringing us along on ropes like we were in a chain-gang; burning us, freezing us, drowning us! They persecuted us in the name of Mata-Nui, and yet it was he who had given us our noble task! I remember in the aftermath of one such assault, that as I stood amongst the wreckage and destruction, I wanted to break down and weep... but I had no eyeballs. Or tearducts. I could not even grieve for the fallen! Eventually, the Toa realized their error and apologized, but it was too late. I now realized the these so called "Toa" were the real evil. It was then I met the Dark Hunter, Slaykill Murdrous. He too had hoped to be a hero, but those self-righteous hypocrites would not accept him since he was neither Matoran, Turaga, or Toa. He was born a "Dark Hunter", they said. It was his "destiny" to be evil! Our pain brought us together, and we became a team- he lends me his body, and I give him the peace of mind that he yearns for. My purpose is to wipe the earth clean... of everything. Personality/Other: [Gender? Is there any other information that is useful to know?] Krana are a genderless species, but Slaykill is male. I am dark, brooding, and prone to violent mood swings. Here is a revamped version of my character. Thanks for the kind words about the comic by the way! Appreciate it!

The end. I know Ackthp has not been approved yet, but here's a little "origin story"! By the way, I think CinS is totally guilty. Lock him up and throw away the key. It's a cut and dried case.

Name: Ackthp Gthorboxious Singhbok Ngnngr Diiloxius Druzoobious Droxnoz. My friends call me Ackthp. Also, Ralph*. Species: I am a Krana that lives on the face of a Toa. I'm not sure who he was before. Power/Weapon 1: I have the power of launching myself onto people's faces, and turning them into my mindless puppet drone. I can pat my head and rub my belly at the SAME TIME. Power/Weapon 2: [Another power or weapon/tool] I have a cordak gatling gun. Power/Weapon 3: [Another power or weapon/tool] The Toa I am controlling is a tool. Ha ha, that was a joke. I have a large curved blade that serves as glider wings when attached to my back. The Toa had this on him when he kindly made room for me in his brain. Appearance: I look sort of like a rubbery blue Kanohi, but more parasitic and nefarious. Bio: I am a Krana. I have had the pleasure of living many different lives. Bohrok, Matoran, Turaga, Dark Hunters, Toa... Personality/Other: [Gender? Is there any other information that is useful to know?] Krana don't have genders, but you could refer to me as a "him", if you must. My current host body is male. As for my personality, one might describe me as "clingy" and "controlling." Other thing you should know: I want to take over the world. *I pushed that friend off a cliff.

Name: Ackthp Gthorboxious Singhbok Ngnngr Diiloxius Druzoobious Droxnoz. My friends call me Ackthp. Also, Ralph. Species: I am a Krana that lives on the face of a Toa. I'm not sure who he was before. Power/Weapon 1: I have the power of launching myself onto people's faces, and turning them into my mindless puppet drone. Power/Weapon 2: [Another power or weapon/tool] I have a cordak gatling gun. Power/Weapon 3: [Another power or weapon/tool] The Toa I am controlling is a tool. Ha ha, that was a joke. I have a large curved blade that serves as glider wings when attached to my back. The Toa had this on him when he kindly made room for me in his brain. Appearance: I look sort of like a rubbery blue Kanohi, but more parasitic and nefarious. Bio: I am a Krana. I have had the pleasure of living many different lives. Bohrok, Matoran, Turaga, Dark Hunters, Toa... Personality/Other: [Gender? Is there any other information that is useful to know?] Krana don't have genders, but you could refer to me as a "him", if you must. My current host body is male. Other thing you should know: I want to take over the world.

IC: Captain Allergen suddenly woke up from his concussion-induced coma. He had just had a startling dream about how he was experimented on by some shadowy organization who had tried to turn him into the ultimate assassin- someone who could kill somebody without leaving any trace on the body... somebody who could trigger heart attacks in a target from a distance. The dream was getting pretty intense until Borvil the magical Unicorn appeared bearing gifts of candy and hot cocoa. "Borvil!" said Captain Allergen, knowing the name of the Unicorn though the two of them had never met before. "What are you doing here?" "Me? Oh, I'm just here to OBLITERATE YOUR PRECIOUUSSSS MOOOOOOOON." This was when he had woke up. He looked around, and tenderly felt where he had received a blow in the head. He got up, stretched, and fixed himself a bowl of cereal. When he was done, he took a shower, got dressed, and went outside. His memory had been further affected by the vicious concussion, and he couldn't remember a thing that had happened at the Duncan Donuts. In fact, he could barely remember what had happened for the last three months. To Captain Allergen, he had only been asleep for one day, though in reality he had been out for weeks. He stepped out to find some crime to fight... and he didn't have to wait long. The city was in chaos. Suddenly, an armored man flew overhead, firing laser blasts from his hands. Captain Allergen gasped. "AH! IT'S IRON MAN! I LOVE THAT GUY!" He followed after the Ironman, trying to get his attention.

IC: Captain Allergen shifted slightly in his bed as he recovered from the concussion he sustained during the Duncan Donuts kerfuffle. His eye twitched slightly.

Captain Allergen lay on the pavement outside Dunkin' Donuts. The cops had ignored his body and when the area was clear, Thor and Ironman had swung by in their sedan and picked up his unconscious body. They brought him back to his home and lay him in bed with an ice-pack on his head.

OOC: By the way, Captain Allergen is lying on the ground outside Dunkin' Donuts. You guys can decide what happens to him. He'll probably be out cold for awhile.

IC: "Hey! That isn't your bike!" "Thou jestest not, thou whimpering poltroon!" Thor said in character. He wasn't sure what a poltroon was, but he knew it was an insult. With that, he put the pedal to the metal and sped away. This had been a crazy day, and he just wanted to go home and go to bed. Back at the Dunkin' Donuts, Hulk lay on the ground, dreaming that he was flying.

OOC: I'm done too, but just so you guys know, my understanding is that the Hulk is in Zephyr's hands, and Zephyr just jumped really high- that's why Hulk thinks he's going to Heaven.

POW! In his anger and grief over losing his dearest friend, Rocko the brick, Captain Allergen didn't even know what hit him. He crumpled to the floor, unconscious... Elsewhere, Thor and Ironman had split up. Thor had stolen a bike and had pedaled off before the cops had arrived. Ironman had jumped into the black sedan that the group had arrived in and drove off. They had escaped.

Captain Allergen groggily stood up amidst the glass. He stopped and stared. Rocko was fighting with that mysterious guy. He wasn't sure who was winning the fight but-- NO. NOT... NOT ROCKO! NOT ROCKO! He roared and felt his power surge through him as he prepared to unleash it on Rocko's murderer. This didn't feel like a sneezing fit or a rash coming on, this felt like a... heart attack. OOC: Somebody should stop Captain Allergen right here!

Captain Allergen took a blow to the chest that sent him stumbling back. He fell backwards through one of the Dunkin Donut's windows in a final burst of pepper spray.