Be'at-Dow'n: God of Disco


Gender: None

Kit: Divine

Location: Anywhere you hear the Funk!


Alignment: Hero

Team: The Sentinels of Liberty and Justice


Strength: standard (rank 1)

Agility: standard (rank 1)

Mind: standard (rank 1)

Body: standard (rank 1)

Spirit: (rank )

Charisma: (rank )


Fame Points: 0

Personal Wins: 21

Personal Losses: 29

Team Wins: 0

Team Losses: 0

Tourney Wins: 0

Tourney Losses: 0


Status: Active

Hugo Fowl

Name is Be'at-Dow'n... But you mortals know me by another name....I am the heart and I am the beat...I am the motion and the wave....I am the spirit that gets your toes tapping and your soul soaring....I am the Dance. The disco part of it anyway.

See, the thing about belief is that if you have enough of it....You can call up the strangest or if your lucky, coolest "anthropomorphic personification". Example...Say some dance craze comes up....You get all those people, their hearts and minds in the funk...And you get me. The God of Disco dance.

Its a cool life overall. Even if they leave....But so long as disco remains on Earth, so will I.

Breathing life into that party time.


In the old disco hall, once filled by many and now empty and condemned, a man in white would walk to the center...And snap his fingers. Instantly, lights began to flash and music started to play....Reminiscent of an age, long ago as he started to sing.

"Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk,

I'm a woman's man, no time to talk.

Music loud and women warm.

I've been kicked around since I was born.

And now it's all right, it's O.K.

And you may look the other way.

We can try to understand

The New York Times' effect on man.

Whether you're a brother

Or whether you're a mother,

You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.

Feel the city breakin'

And ev'rybody shakin'

And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.

Ah, ha, ha, ha,

Stayin' alive!"

Relaxing from the Saturday Night live pose, he chuckled and spoke aloud, the hall reverting to its modern look as his power faded.

"I love these songs....Like prayers spoken in my name....And so fitting for my situation as well. For me....I just try to stay alive....Any way I can."


Funky time!

     Mind Control: superior (rank 2)

  • Area Affect
  • Super Area of Effect


Its a cold night, and out in the streets an old man who once swaggered on the dance floor in his youth would be accosted by a number of youth for the loose change in his wallet. Punks whose allegiance lay with Rap and his ilk.... For his old worshiper, he would save him. And by the song "She's a Maniac", he would appear in the light of the street lamp. A million dollar smile on his face as the music and the funk from his mere presence coursed through the veins of all present and made them dance, akin to the Cuban Pete scene from the Mask... One of them more strong-willed then the others pulled out his magnum shakily.

"S-screw this Disco shit!"

And with a bang, the gun would go off and penetrate the boogie-mans heart.....

Big mistake.


Can't stop the Funk!

     Regeneration: superior (rank 2)


Looking at his shirt, the God of Disco would frown as his flesh regenerated and he would look up, a grin on his face as he spoke.

"Brother....That's no way to kill a God."

Indeed....Until Disco itself had died for good, so would he live on.



     Martial Arts: superior (rank 2)


Cue the next song....And switching styles at the sound of "Reflex" by Duran Duran, he would go from dancing in sync....To fighting in style. Kicks, spins and the like making short work of them all before the music ended, and he vanished...His job done. As for the old man, he would get up and from that moment on, refused to replace his old bell-bottom pants back in the attic...A believer was born.