Sophie: Short Order Cook.


Gender: Female

Kit: Normal

Location: The Feed Tank(A diner lost in time and space)


Alignment: Villain

Team: Solo Villain


Strength: standard (rank 1)

Agility: standard (rank 1)

Mind: standard (rank 1)

Body: standard (rank 1)

Spirit: (rank )

Charisma: (rank )


Infamy Points: 496

Personal Wins: 68

Personal Losses: 56

Team Wins: 0

Team Losses: 0

Tourney Wins: 0

Tourney Losses: 0


Status: Active

Hugo Fowl

Ah, the quintessential diner....A place where the hungry traveler can, with only the loosest of change in his or her pocket be fed a meal guaranteed to give them enough fuel to get to whatever destination they had....And here in the Feed Tank, I've cooked for all sorts of characters. Zombie Pirates, Ninja Assassins, Dinosaur scientists, heroes and villains who decided to break for lunch....You get used to all kinds of people here. Out on the Crossroads of Time and Space, where anyone can just walk in. Who am I? I am Sophie....Short-Order cook.


Eyes up here perv.


So its a funny story how I ended up here....I was once one of those "Ooo, look at me! I'm going to take over the world!" types. You know, the ones with a penchant for black leather, occult jewelry and a runaway mouth when it came to my diabolical schemes. In my defense though, I was one of the few who could pull it off. What? No I'm not going to show you! Where was I? Oh yeah.....

So anyway, I had discovered information that the Ultimate Weapon was to be found at the Crossroads. Basically, you know that one moment when you make a choice for one or the other? Life and Death, Good and Evil kind of thing? They all get made there and I had discovered that the Ultimate Weapon(please note the capital letters there again), was in fact to be found-What do you mean I already told you? I did? Oh....So where was I? So in short, I came here. Found the diner, was hungry and me and my minions came in for lunch where I asked the lady where it was.

In her kitchen. Making our food. Turns out that the Ultimate Weapon is a frying pan. Who knew? It looked stupid, but it can sure make a mean omlette and curious, I asked if I could hold it.....Big mistake. As whoever holds it ends up replacing the previous cook and must stay at the Feed Tank until the next sod comes along. Naturally, I was royally ticked off....But after the last millennium, I began to enjoy my work and I've succeeded in finally making the perfect-Excuse me please.

[Getting up from her seat, this chronicler saw Miss Sophie take said Frying Pan of Doom and smack out two gorilla fighters(that is not a misprint by the way) that were causing a ruckus with two knights and a Dae. Just an average day in the Feed Tank.]


Womans Intuition

     Tactician: superior (rank 2)


Some things just stay with you in life. And knowing how to deal with people is one of them. Lets face it, compared to the villains when it comes to people skills.... We have the Heroes beat. How else do you think we have that entire army of minions in places like volcanoes, under the sea.... Without ripping into each other? Same here....After all, when serving the other customers.... Lets face it, a certain amount of diplomacy is needed.

"Yes sir, these are fresh brains. Trust me on this."

"No, you clearly said you wanted a flambe. Don't you pull that hammer on ME!"

"Shut up and eat your greens. They'll make your eyes all nice and scary."

You get the drill.


The Frying Pan of Doom.

     Slashing Weapon: superior (rank 2)

  • Ranged Attack
  • Multi-Attack


Sometimes.....You just gotta use it. You know? Maybe one of the vampires gets grumpy, or that Arch-villain just HAS to battle his foe in MY place. Hell, maybe I just use it because I woke up on the wrong side of the bed and the only music I hear is "Best of Queen?" Don't get me wrong, I love Queen but centuries of it tend to get you down. I'd kill for some new tapes. Anyway....For such times, I have my Frying Pan of Doom. I call it "Mr.Doom", because I can. Now.... Its a unique weapon in itself, besides the fact that its, well....A frying pan.

I can fling it like a boomerang, and it will always come back to my hand. And its so light in my grasp, that I can swing it all day and not get even the least bit tired. Try that with your massive bastard swords and claymores, n00bs! But yeah, that's not even the best part.


Mr.Dooms Insurance policy.

     Kinetic Absorption: superior (rank 2)


Turns out that the thing has an actual insurance policy. In the event some idiot try's to break it to escape the diner. Not that I....Actually...Oh come on, I had PLANS! And they did NOT include becoming a short-order cook! Turns out the damned thing in nigh-invincible. Any force you use to break it, by any magnitude ends up getting absorbed into it and used as an additional force when you smack someone with it. Not bad for a frying pan I suppose...

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