Mystery Man


Gender: Male

Kit: Normal

Location: New York City


Alignment: Hero

Team: The Angels of Mercy


Strength: standard (rank 1)

Agility: standard (rank 1)

Mind: standard (rank 1)

Body: standard (rank 1)

Spirit: (rank )

Charisma: (rank )


Fame Points: -25

Personal Wins: 0

Personal Losses: 6

Team Wins: 0

Team Losses: 0

Tourney Wins: 0

Tourney Losses: 0


Status: Active

Josh M prime

I was in college in Los angles at the time. I wanted to make a different in the world. Even a small difference, just enough to clean up the streets. I was sport manic. So I made a costume using a trench coat and a old baseball uniformed. The first night, I got my ass handed to me, royally.

After a few beatings, my old man found out. He was a cop and as soon as he saw a picture of Mystery man, he knew it was me. “He confronted me. He also gave me a verbal tongue lashing. But it ended with him giving me body armor that the SWAT team uses. I’ve using armor ever since.

10 years later. I now live in New York City. It was one AM. I just got back from my nightly route of taking on the scum of New York. I was tired since I just busted a drug smuggling ring. I Take of my trench coat, then my body armor. I then pass out on a chair.

The next morning, Well, I slept passed morning and well into the afternoon, the door rang. I just woke up a few minutes before. I open the door, just in my boxers and tee shirt. It was Wendy.

“Madison, you’re up?” She ask surprised, sine I’m not this early for me on a weekend.. This woman was my girlfriend, Wendy Nara. She just got finished the night shift at the hospital where she works as a doctor. “I’m on call, so I don’t know how long I’m going to be able to spend time with you.” She smiles. She gently touches my right side. “So I guess you went out last night?” I was shocked and I didn’t answer. “You have a gash on your head stupid.” She jokes.

I told Wendy I was the vigilante Mystery Man a year or two ago. We were dating for years before that. The reason I didn’t tell here was because, I didn’t want her to leave, me, as selfish as that sounds. She found out after I came home near dead, broken ribs, fractured skull, the works.. She took care of me. She still does, even if she hates that I do it.

After thirty minutes of stitching my gash on my head, Wendy cuts the thread. “I’m done.” She tenderly kisses me on the lips.

“Thanks.’ I say getting up from my seat. “So, how was work?” I ask as I move towards the kitchen.

“It was a rough shift, since there was a full moon last night, and you know what they say.” Wendy says, putting away her med kit. “You want to order out, by the way?” She asks.

“Why not?” I replied. “I’m in the mood for pizza, Is that ok?” I ask with a smile. She responds with a smile and begins to dial.


After, Wendy got called back to the ER. “Ok, Honey, I got to go. Work calls. Wendy kisses me.

Just be careful, please.” She tells me, as starts walking out the door.

“I will. I promise. Now go save some lives.”

Wendy then says. “You too.” She then leaves.


I was flipping channels, mostly between ESPN and NFL network. I’m a huge sport fan. I played so football in my youth. That was before I found the suite and watch in a dumpster. That was how I stared as Mystery Msn,. However, ESPN just had a college game on, and NFL was Just replaying Super bowl 39, and no matter how many times I watch, my team, the eagles, would still lose. Then I remark “Premium cable and nothing good is on.” I said out loud to myself hours later, I was finishing the pizza, when I hear on my police scanner that there is hostage situation at the hospital. “Wendy!.” I shout. I then quickly put on my costume and head towards the Emergency room.


Back alley brawling with style.

     Martial Arts: superior (rank 2)


After my dad found out about my secret, he taught me how to fight. Boxing was the first former of fighting.

“It’s a thinking man’s fighting style.” He told me once while training.

After that, my dad taught me how to wrestle. Not the WWE stuff, but the all American style. I was a quick learner for that style. Now, I also learned kickboxing and judo, and I mastered them too.

I think about what I’m going to do when I get to the hospital. I enter threw a back window. I see no one in the hall. I quickly move up to the third floor.


Bulllet proof armor

     Armor: standard (rank 1)


I think about what I’m going to do when I get to the hospital. I enter threw a back window. I see no one in the hall. I quickly move up to the third floor.

As I make it to the third floor and it was quite, too quite. I then fall to the ground; a man behind me hits me with a baseball bat. “You want so punk?” He shouts. I quickly get up and hit him with a haymaker. “I then realize something, he wasn’t the hostage taker. He had a doctor’s coat on. “Sir.” I say, where are they holding the hostages?”

“The west wing on this floor.” He rubs his chin.”Nice hit and sorry," He smiles

“Sorry." I say. I then keep moving


Chess Master

     Tactician: superior (rank 2)


Remember when I said I was a sports nut? Well, believe it or not, my best sport wasn’t even a sport per say, it was chess. I was so good at it, that I went to regional’s and then national’s. This was years ago, that’s when I met Wendy. Her brother, Howard, was my opponent in the third round of national, and he lost to me. We flirted all that weekend, and I ended up moving to New York to be with her about a year into our long distance romance.

Anyway, I love chess; it really helps knowing how to think under pressure when you’re fighting someone. I wouldn’t be a good crime fighter if I wasn’t good at chess.

I finally make it to the west wing. I see four guys in masks. I also see Wendy. My human reaction is to rush in the room, but I stay back, and wait for my time to strike.


Takes a licking but keeps on ticking.

     Iron Will: standard (rank 1)


It takes a little time before my opponents realize that the fourth man is missing. “Go check it out, hank.” The leader says.

He goes to the bathroom. He sees the man was knocked out. Before he could react, I attack, I give him a sweet punch to the face, he recovers and pushes me into a stall. He starts to slam my head into the wall, blood gushes from my newly sown stenches. Blood covers my face, but I recover by elbowing him in the nose, then push if into the sink, with a powerful kick, Knocking him out.

However, the other two hear the noise, and rush in. Guns locked and loaded. “It’s over dude.” The leader says. His finger was on the trigger.


Dodging and weaving

     Acrobat: standard (rank 1)


I see his finger about to pull the trigger, and duck before he fires. It then goes off, and misses me. I quickly charge, I roundhouse kick the other man in the head, sending him backwards into the sink. He hits his head and was out cold. I then rebound by hitting the leader in the ribs with some body shots. Then, a quick uppercut. I wanted to check on Wendy, but I hear the cops, so a leap out of a window, and land into a tree, then I climb down.

Later that night, I was out home. Wendy walks in. “I knew it was you who took out those hostages. She smiles.

“Yeah, sorry I couldn’t check on you, cops.” I say, watching ESPN.

“Your head is still bleeding.” She complains.

“Yeah, I know.” I smile. “It’s part of the job.”