Gender: Male

Kit: Normal

Location: Port of Kings


Alignment: Hero

Team: KALI


Strength: standard (rank 1)

Agility: standard (rank 1)

Mind: standard (rank 1)

Body: standard (rank 1)

Spirit: (rank )

Charisma: (rank )


Fame Points: 325

Personal Wins: 5

Personal Losses: 2

Team Wins: 0

Team Losses: 0

Tourney Wins: 0

Tourney Losses: 0


Status: Active


Life's a funny bunny sometimes. You'd almost think there was some "higher power" pulling the strings, the way things can end up.

Dan German was a journalist. He studied journalism in college to become one you see, and he even had a degree to show for it. It wasn't nearly as exciting a career as he thought it'd be though. He wasn't bad at it but it wasn't nearly as fun and exciting as he thought it was going to be. But it was the only job, the only life he ever knew. So he went through the motions and lived happily ever after. It was the path he devoted his whole entire life to after all.

It even paid the rent.

And that's it. That's basically it. The story of Dan German, DANGERMAN!

The story of a man who one day just had it with the drudgery and pointlessness of his life, so he donned a hodgepodge of a "superhero" suit, called himself Dangerman in a loud and clear voice for all to hear and then went off to fight crime.

Of course, that never happened. Fighting crime that is. It just didn't pan out that way. He did manage to save a couple kids from a freak road accident and a woman from a burning building though. Not to mention he pulled in quite a few public good works as well. They were the greatest, most fulfilling moments of his life.

And then he died.

Dan was on a dock for his annual fishing weekend when the planks simply gave out from under him. By that time, he had taken to wearing the suit everywhere he went and the weight of it dragged him down to a watery death.

By the time Dangerman pulled himself ashore, Dan German was long gone.

In memory of his dearly departed friend, Dangerman assumed Dan's identity, going into the world of journalism where he went on to do surprisingly well. He even had a "thing" going with Tina in the office, of whom Dan always wanted to nail. The "thing" didn't last as long as either would have liked unfortunately. At his heart, Dangerman, like Dan, was a hero. Between resuming his true identity to fight crime and perform general do-gooding, and his secret identity as the late Mr. German, there was just too much strain on the relationship. Promises were broken, things were said and left unsaid, and by the time it was all over, Dangerman began to understand and appreciate what Dan had gone through.

It wasn't easy being Dan German.

But then life became a funny bunny. He hit the jackpot.

He won the lottery, and suddenly everything changed. Almost everything.

He quit his job, which was a change.

Invested his money very profitably, which was a change.

Salvaged his relationship with Tina, which was a change. Only to have it fall apart again, because it was pretty much unsalvageable by that point, which was not a change in the least.

He had to face facts. Tina was gone from his life. Forever.

And that was what finally made him had it with the drudgery and pointlessness of his life as Dan German, so he donned his true identity, which was a hodgepodge of a "superhero" outfit, revealed himself as Dangerman in a loud and clear voice for all to hear and then went off to fight crime.

And that's it. That's basically it. The story of DANGERMAN!


Age: 39

Sex: Male

D.O.B.: June 1st (Gemini)

Likes: Justice, 1962 Dodge Polara 500, MiG-25 (NATO reporting name "Foxbat") and S&M.

Dislikes: Injustice, poverty, fish (as a food) and swimming.

Favorite Food: Beef Strogonov.

Least Favorite Food: Grilled chicken.

Quote: I'm the god-fucking Dangerman!

Winning Quote: Slap some money on it, see if it gets better.

Losing Quote: Good thing I bet against myself.


Danger Cents

     Creation: supreme (rank 3)


Of course, that never happened. Fighting crime that is. It just didn't pan out that way.

Actually, Dangerman gave up on that idea a long time ago. There was just too much of a grey zone when it came to fighting crime, at least, fighting crime directly. And really, what does crime fighting really accomplish? What does it contribute to society as a whole? Crime fighting in the sense of going out on the streets and beating up thugs? Vigilantism is the nicest thing you could say about that. Assault, endangerment and unnecessary brutality would be more accurate in describing the traditions of freelance pugilistic community service.

No, beating the bejeebus outta people, and really, they're people, not "thugs" or "scumbags". Sure, some of them ain't nice, not even when they're off the criminal clock of crime, but only a fraction are probably genuinely "evil". But anyway, digression aside, violence turned out to not solve very many problems. It solved some, but at the end of the day, all it really did was reduce the quality of life for everyone involved.

And that's when it hit him. Quality of life. Fighting crime. Being a hero. No, a SUPER hero.

Think about it, a punch to the face? WHAM! BAM! and a "Thank you ma'am, here's your purse back" and everything may seem settled, but when that punch to the face turned out to cause a detachment of the retina on the "thug", who can't afford the medical treatment and has to go right back out there and mug someone else to pay for that treatment so he wouldn't go blind? Where's the service to the community in that?

No, that's when Dangerman realized something. That's when he realized the TRUE superpower he's been given. It wasn't the apparent immortality, which had its uses. It wasn't the suit, that's just what he truly looked like. Or even any of the other pseudo-mythical abilities he's discovered since the incident at the dock with Dan.

No, Dangerman's real superpower, was MONEY.


Money he's got in spades. Money he uses to improve the prospects of those who are most at risk to become a burden and even a threat to the community. Money he uses not just to give to the needy, but to open up new businesses, to begin development projects, to invest in medical research and provide educational to those who would otherwise be deprived of it, and so on and such forth. All of which, aside from providing employment for the unemployed, reducing the crime rate and improving the lot of everyone in general, also served to simply make him more powerful, to make him RICHER. Which in turn, allows him to continue the cycle.

Money may be the root of all evil, but it bears the fruit of justice!


Making Cents of Sense

     Commander: supreme (rank 3)

  • Ranged Attack
  • Long Ranged Attack
  • Area Affect
  • Super Area of Effect
  • Multi-Attack
  • Target Seeker


Enter DanCo and the League of Dangermen. The money tree and fruit of justice, respectively. They’re the backbone of the Dangerman model of magnanimous method of making moolah.

To cut a long and arduous story short, DanCo is the crown of the Dangerman business conglomerate. Dangerman had loads of cash and through dangerously savvy investments, he made loads upon loads more, which he used to do his do-gooding. But the thing was that while dumping money on a problem was an effective means of solving it, it wasn't very efficient. He needed to streamline his charitable contributions and apply meaningful methodology to it. He needed to get organized... dangerously organized. He needed DanCo.

The rest as they say, was history. DanCo very quickly rose to the top of the business world and became the word in appliances, electronics, war, automobiles, super science, construction and just about anything else you could think of. All while maintaining a strong focus on the betterment of society.

Now, the cynical amongst you might think that this is all a bunch of hooplah hogwash, but it's not. Humans, as with all living things, are selfish at heart. We all want to get ahead, even if it meant stepping on others to do so. That aspect can't and shouldn't be changed. Because that's what put us on the top of the existence chain. But there are lines that most people won't cross. But that drive, that desire to cross those lines still exists. And if that desire was properly channeled through one rather dangerous man? Magic my friends. Magnanimous money making magic. It's all about greed and making that greed work for humanity rather than in spite of one's humanity.

Case in point, the League of Dangermen. If people choose crime over justice because crime pays better, then the solution is simple. Make justice pay even more, and throw in plenty of perks while you're at it.

That's right. Make do-gooding PROFITABLE. Make do-gooding... a JOB.

Pay people not to work for their own persons, but to work for the people. Engage them in a CAREER of charitable contributions. Yup, that's it. That's the solution. PAY people to do a job well done. Make it so that their dreams of being heroes was a viable reality.

Why you ask? What could one gain from such an absurd notion?

Well, why not? Why wouldn't it work if the big boss of a multinational conglomerate decided that instead of buying a painting for 57 million dollars, he'd rather use it to fund the administrative costs for the League of Dangermen? What if instead of having over two dozen Ferarris and Lamborghinis, he had just half a dozen, and did he really need four private jets instead of just two? And with the money saved, he could easily put it into R&D for new armor and superpowers for the Dangermen.

And if such charitable works resulted in huge tax write offs, tons of positive publicity and obscene amounts of profit via merchandising, branding, ad revenue, monthly subscriptions for exclusive news and contents of your favorite Dangerman from your favorite reality show to find the next new member of the League of Dangermen?

See? Makes cents doesn't it?


Let's Get Dangerous

     Inhibit Senses: superior (rank 2)

  • Area Affect
  • Super Area of Effect


What doesn't make sense is what happened to Dan German exactly? What really happened when he ostensibly drowned that cold and wet, autumn noon? I don't know, do you? Nope. Well, we should leave it at that then. No sense dwelling.

But whatever happened to Dan, it killed him. It well and truly did. All that's left of him now, is Dangerman. Who or what is Dangerman though? Again, who knows, and ultimately, who cares? His actions have defined him as one of the greatest heroes of all time. Not through his personal superheroics, but in the good that he's managed to achieve.

And yet, one wonders... Because this is no ordinary man with a rubber costume fetish. He may be able to rip his face off to reveal the dead visage of Dan German, but it is without a doubt that his true face, is that of the undying Dangerman. A man who does not share that same sad ending along with the rest of us, for he has already been embraced by death and has had both the strings of Fate and Destiny sheared from his limbs. He has become unbound from these puppet masters and is free to do his own will and bidding.

That's why he's THE Dangerman.

He's the ultimate wild card. He's opened Schrödinger's Box and seen what's inside. He is the walking Heisenberg uncertainty principle with a helping of observer effect thrown in.

You can't predict him, you can't plan for him and you most certainly can't quantify him.

No matter what you do, no matter how much of a handle on him you think you have and even if you were to sic an entire army on him... there's never a guarantee that's enough. The only guarantee is that it won't be.

He is dangerous. The most dangerous man you'll ever meet.

He's the Dangerman.