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by Jace on Sun Sep 20, 2009 11:38 pm
I actually plan on using this character. And his history is supposed to be first, for a reason. Comments?
History:
“Dr. Jacob, one of the brightest minds of the twenty-one centuries Earth survived, and now with the discovery of other worlds, through the wonderful faction of the United Earth Confederation, he has now become one of the brightest minds of the Multi-Verse, performing feats the likes of which lesser men could only produce wet dreams of. It is this mind that shall lead us into the future, and beyond.”
The young woman let her hands fall to her sides, the small script clutched in her right fist, crumpled. She tried to speak for a moment, but no words could be persuaded to force their way past the numb lips. Her dumbfounded gaze turned to her right, watching as a man in a white lab coat stood tall and proud, nodding his head as if she still spoke.
“Beautiful my dear! I had no idea you felt this way about me! To think, I was on the verge of giving in to the loneliness of space! BUT YOU SAVED ME!”
Her jaw cracked open, her body leaned forward, and she sputtered.
“Wh-wh- WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT YOU PSYCHO!? YOU WROTE THAT AND MADE ME READ IT! YOU ARE A FUCKING LUNATIC!”
The assistant stood there in the small laboratory, indignation flaring up and visible in the harsh redness of her cheeks, and the heaving of her breasts. Doctor Jacob looked hurt.
“Why, Cynthia-”
“Alison.”
“I thought you were simply expressing your admiration for me… I had no idea you felt this way. Why, I don’t even know why I hired you,” the Doctor said, a look of hurt mingled with the beginnings of fury on his face.
He turned to face her fully, “Oh right,” he murmured, glancing from her feet and up, finally resting upon the ample, magnificent bosom straining against the toddler-sized button up blouse she wore. It must be made of Teflon, he thought, to withstand that amount of pressure.
“Well my dear, no matter. I have something that will make us both rich and laid!”
She started to speak, but just gave up and crumpled the paper fully, flinging it into a waste receptacle. The woman was on the verge of calling it a night and heading for bed, when the good doctor returned, something small, brown, and fluffy in his arms.
“Teddy!”
She lunged forward, but the doctor was quicker and sidestepped her, putting a large worktable between the two.
“Freeze!” he cried, and as she had a chip implanted within her flesh that caused her to obey his every command, his every command, she froze on the spot.
“Now then, we are going to create something! A super soldier! I’m afraid I’m all out of bunnies though, and this is the only thing on board the station I hate, so… sorry dear.”
The bear was brown in color, wearing a pair of tan overalls, with large brown eyes and a hinged mouth. Doctor J flipped it over and unfastened its clothes, giggling, to reveal a large apparatus that allowed one to place a cassette in the bear, and then play it.
“Well, this won’t do. We need space!”
From a coat pocket he pulled a small laser and at once went to work, his tongue poking from the corner of his mouth. He removed the guts of the toy, carefully laying them aside.
“Nurse, bring me the black box on the table.”
She did so.
Once open, the contents of the box began to glow faintly, a bluish color, though to call it blue would be the same as calling it red.
“What is that, Doctor?”
“Ah, this is an Improbability Drive! I’ve spent the last year making it, and I must say, it works amazingly! With this, and some TLC, our little friend will be better in no time.”
“But he wasn’t broken, or sick, Doctor”
“He wants to be a real boy, dumbass.”
For hours the Doctor worked to implant the Drive into the core of the bear, placing about it types of shields made of dense star crust, a material ten billion times stronger than steel, and through his refinement and the UEC abilities, he had made it lighter than silk. One the drive was in place, only the size of a normal human heart, he modified the original parts, and replaced them within the bear. It looked the same as it always had, and in fact had a tape still within its body. He pushed play.
“Hi, I’m Teddy Ruxpen, will you be my frie-”
“NOOOOOOO!”
Doctor Jacob hurried and hit stop, ejected the tape, flipped it into the air, caught it in his mouth, bit down on it, broke a tooth, threw the tape against the wall, and finally stood there panting.
“That was close!”
“What, doctor!? What!?”
“Copyright infringement! Jesus! I can’t afford that shit! I’ll have to make a mix tape.”
Doctor Jacob settled down and turned the bear over, looking into its still lifeless eyes.
“I saw this movie once… Tell me nurse, do you love this bear?”
The woman nodded, “Yes Doctor, I’ve had him since I was eight years old. He was a gift from my father, just before he walked outside and was bitten by a rabid chipmunk, then ate my mother. It’s all I have left of them.”
Doctor Jacob nodded, he had thought as much.
“I give you permission to do whatever you like.”
He reached into a deep coat pocket, and from within pulled a twelve inch blade. He turned back to the bear and lifted it high, while taking a step back.
“As for Mr. Bear, he’s going to get this one up the ass and out the eyeballs.”
“No!”
The nurse, given permission to do as she pleased, ran around the table and pushed herself between the bear and the madman, holding her arms out to either side as Doc. J. tried to stab at the furry little critter.
“What’s wrong with you woman!? I’m just going to kill the bear! I WANT THE BEAR!”
“BUT I LOVE HIM!”
“This is like Harry Potter,” the Doctor whispered as his blade struck down, slicing into the assistants shoulder, lungs, heart, neck, and several arteries in between. Her blood spewed over Jacob, and more importantly, over the bear. He pushed her lifeless body out of the way and dropped the knife, then stood over the bear, hands pressed to the table on either side of the body. He waited, and waited. Just when he would give up, the eyes flickered and fluttered, then blinked once. The mouth moved, but no sound came out, for there was no tape, yet.
“Try to do something, little feller!”
At first nothing happened, but then slowly, ever so slowly, the blood covering the bear, the table, and the doctor turned to water. The power of LOVE no gave the Improbability Drive its power, and would do so for eternity, for such was the power of LOVE! As if reading the Doctor’s thoughts, the blood-turned water changed yet again, this time into a plethora of used condoms.
“Why, that’s improbable!”
Name: Snuggles, Mr. Snuggles
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Description: Snuggles stands at an imposing one foot, six inches. He has no hair to speak of, but his body is covered in a flowing, synthetic brown fur that protects his organs from the cold nights and hot afternoons. His eyes are rather large and prominent, brown in color, but can at times glow different colors, depending on his mood. He wears a pair of tan overalls, with white buttons, and no shoes. On his forehead is a scar shaped like a weird Z, though not really a scar so much as a stain of blood that never washed out. Weird.
Personality: Fun-Loving and unpredictable.
Random: Snuggles only has certain phrases he can say, those that have been programmed by the Doctor. They range from obscenities to quotes from movies.
Powers/Skills/Abilities:
Improbability Drive (8) : The heart of Snuggles, this drive constantly emit’s a field around the loveable bear that bends probability to the edges of sanity, and then punts it. Doctor J first got the idea from a classic book back on his home world, Earth, and since then has strove to create and then perfect the drive, which he believes he has done. The basic concepts realize that while in all probability a subatomic particle will be near the nucleus of an atom, there is the smallest chance that it is also light years away. Through this understanding was the drive born, a creation that hinges on the least possible conclusion to any situation.
Improbability Power(8) : His main form of offense and defense, is the function of the drive within his body. Through that engine the bear is able to have reality changed about him, to a certain degree of range. What happens when this power is enacted is always different, and never planned out. He has no true control over this act, it is something programmed into the engine to both protect Snuggles and attack for him.
Matter Mutation (8): Through the Improbable Drive, Snuggles can change matter about his person, much the same as in the power described above. In doing this, the base compilation of an object is changed on an atomic level, instantaneously. This can be in the form of objects, landscape, weapons, or energy. Unlike his Improbable power, this ability can be channeled to do a specific function, though it requires more concentration than he is likely to put forth.
Transportation (8): Through his Improbable power, when activated for travel the bear can be in all places at once, and then chose which one he desires to be at. When required to do so, he can take objects or people with him, but only a few. In times of great distress this power may also be activated to bring places to where he is, though for what reason no one knows.
LOVE (8) : Through the sacrifice of his mother, in defense from Lord J, Snuggles has gained protection that folds into a power that provides the energy necessary for his drive to function. As love is eternal, so is the substance that gives him life.
Sporkplay (8) : Since his creation, Snuggles has practiced extensively within the art of the Spork, becoming a master in short time. When using this weapon, the matter around his paw will change to make the spork and his limb one and the same. Through his power of Matter Mutation, he can grow or shrink his weapon, at will.
Dense Star Crust Shielding (8) : To protect the ID, (Improbable Drive), Doctor Jacob has encased it in a material ten billion times stronger than metal, and programmed the drive itself so that if anything probably happened to Snuggles, it would at once return to his laboratory. Or an ocean. Either way, the homing devices installed gives him the ability to find it, no matter where it may be.
Tier: High
Class: Critical
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